Part 5 The Red Priestess Chapter 68 Growing Up in Each

　　”Good.” Emlyn agreed very calmly.

　　Without saying anything else, Marich’s figure steeply disappeared.

　　He knew that the specific plan of action could not be discussed all at once, and that Emlyn White would have to go back first to seek the opinions of the higher-ups of the Blood Clan, so he did not make any stops.

　　This may be my chance to obtain divinity and become an earl …… Emlin smiled as he watched Maric’s “resentful soul” leave silently.

　　He has not yet digested the extraordinary characteristics of the “Crimson Scholar”, the so-called opportunity to become a count means to get the promise of a free ceremony or the recipe for the corresponding magic potion.

　　The carriage continued on its way and stopped in front of the Harvest Church. Emlyn looked at the gray mist in the sky with satisfaction, pressed his silk hat, stepped out of the carriage quickly and slowly, and passed through the gate.

　　Changing into his brown clerical garb, he took a rag and a bucket of water and carefully scrubbed the candlesticks on either side.

　　Only when Father Utravski, who seemed to have grown a little taller again, had finished his early morning sermon did Emlyn cease his labor and grumble:

　　”Why did you let Ernest go back?”

　　”He only asked for a month of volunteer labor.” Fr. Utravsky didn’t get a bit tired of Emlyn’s questions, which he had been repeating from time to time in recent times, and appeared to be very patient.

　　Thinking about what had happened to him, Emlyn became a little unbalanced and couldn’t help but mutter again:

　　”He was forced to volunteer, not on his own initiative, he can’t be the one to set the deadline, he has to do it for at least half a year!”

　　Fr. Utrafsky responded with a smile:

　　”He’s doing quite well, he’s been working hard on things during that month, guiding the faithful, copying the Holy Scriptures, and I can clearly feel that he’s been able to appreciate the preciousness of life, and the joyfulness of a good harvest.”

　　Emlyn’s face muscles twitched slightly:

　　”He is also, no, he is close to becoming a follower of the ‘Mother Goddess of Earth’?”

　　”No, and I have no intention of forcing him to convert.” Father Utravski said gently, “I just made the teachings of the Mother Goddess clear to him, and felt a bit of life, hoping that when he feels lost in the future, he will remember that there is such a place for his heart, a mother’s embrace.”

　　Emlyn’s lips opened and closed a few times, but ultimately said nothing, burying his head down and continuing to wipe.

　　……

　　Jorwood District, inside a house.

　　Voorhees sat in a high-backed chair, her eyes slightly glazed over as she looked at the empty glass bottle on the desk in front of her.

　　She had finally digested the “Ascendant” potion some time ago, and today, under Hugh’s watchful eye, she used the brain of an Ascendant and the cursed substance of an ancient spirit to make the “Recorder” potion, and summoned up the courage to drink it.

　　At this moment, she felt that her brain was expanding rapidly, the gray folds and bumps were increasing crazily, and her body was gradually fading away, breaking down into individual cells.

　　Those cells with a halo, as if forming a “door” around the brain.

　　Vaguely, Voorhees heard a familiar murmur, but it was so faint and vague that there was no way to distinguish the exact words, and it didn’t have any effect on her, who had a lot of experience.

　　After an unknown amount of time, Voorhees finally regained control of her brain and cells, and felt the presence of her body.

　　Almost at the same time, a great deal of knowledge echoed in her mind, allowing her to understand how to use the “Records Officer” ability:

　　The mutated “brain” reproduced the extraordinary abilities used by the target, and then drove some of the activated cells to form the corresponding symbols, patterns, and logos for storage.

　　This is “I come, I see, I record”, using the spirit as the pen and the body as the paper!

　　At present, I can only record one extraordinary ability with divine influence, the higher the sequence of the other party, the higher the probability of my failure, even if the sequence 4, a dozen times may not succeed once …… The extraordinary ability of sequence 6 and sequence 5 can record 8, the effect is half of the original, sequence 7 to sequence 9 can record 20, the effect is close to the original! …… When the magic potion is further digested, there will be an improvement in all aspects …… Forsyth combined that knowledge with his own feelings and muttered a few words to himself silently.

　　This seems to be a duplication of the role of “Lemanor’s Travel Notes”, but Forsyth thinks that no one will be too much extraordinary ability, and there are also complementary aspects of the two, after all, she can rent “Lemanor’s Travel Notes” to the members of the Tarot Club, in return for extraordinary ability! After all, she could rent the “Lemanor’s Travel Notes” to members of the Tarot Club in return for their extraordinary abilities, but she couldn’t rent herself out.

　　”At Sequence 6, an ‘Apprentice’ is considered to have enough fighting ability!” Voorhees pulled her thoughts back and sidled up to Hugh next to her and lamented.

　　She then whirled around and took the pen and paper placed on the other side of the table, brushing it and starting to write a letter:

　　”Dear Teacher:

　　”I’m happy to tell you that I’ve finally become a ‘Records Officer’ and am just one step away from my dream of ‘traveling’ …… ”

　　Voorhees had just written a few sentences when out of the corner of his eye he saw Hugh standing up and heading for the door, and hastily called out to the other man, saying:

　　”Eh, don’t you want to go together to find a good restaurant to celebrate?”

　　Hugh responded gravely:

　　”Your spiritual overflow is still quite serious, you need several days to control it by meditating over and over again, uh, no smoking, no drinking, and no indulging your emotions too much.”

　　After the instructions, she added:

　　”I have commissions to do, and I’m just about to save up enough contributions to redeem the ‘Judge’ formula.”

　　”…… Okay.” Forsyth spread his hands.

　　Exiting the house, Hugh unlocked the chain, got on a bike designed for teenagers, and rode towards the Hillsdon district.

　　According to the information she had received earlier, Viscount Stepford had made a lunch reservation at a posh restaurant there.

　　Upon arriving at that restaurant, Hugh locked his pedal bike to a gas streetlight pole, found a secluded corner, and observed the people coming and going.

　　Some time later, in the thinning mist that filled the room, a horse-drawn carriage approached, bearing a coat of arms consisting of a flower and two finger rings.

　　Hugh’s attention was at once sharply focused as he watched the carriage pull up to the door of the restaurant, and saw Viscount Steerford, who was over forty years of age in a white hair-covering, alight first, and gentlemanly pass his hand to the passenger behind him.

　　The one lady in the dark red cloak.

　　Hugh could not get a clear view of the lady s face, but only noticed the soft jaw line of the other party and her fair skin.

　　……

　　North Sunyan Sea, “Blue Avenger”.

　　Alger Wilson, with his feet off the ground, floated behind the window of the captain’s cabin, gazing out at the deck and the waves in the distance.

　　He had already digested part of the “Ocean Singer” magic potion, and two weeks ago, he reported to the Storm Church, and exchanged the merits he had accumulated for a copy of the “Wind Favored One” magic potion and successfully consumed it, that is to say, in the official data, his sequence had been upgraded to 6, but of course he had to re-digest the “Wind Favored One” magic potion. Of course, he had to re-digest the “Wind Favored One” magic potion, but it wasn’t difficult.

　　The biggest problem is that the “Song of the Sea” potion is too obvious to digest. …… I should have bought the “Words of the Sea” cane and pushed it every time I sang a song. …… Alger sighed silently, but did not regret it too much, because even if he had decided to buy it, he did not have that much money.

　　Moreover, he had initially figured out how to digest the “Ocean Singer” magic potion.

　　After a while, he should be able to get the information to confirm who the Fusak naval officer that Mr. Fool is investigating …… Alger retracted his eyes, half floating, half flying back to the desk where the brass sextant was placed.

　　At this time, two sailors burped and passed by the deck.

　　”There seem to be sirens in these waters, and their songs can always be heard …… at night,” said one of the sailors, not quite sure.

　　His companion snorted at once:

　　”How can that be? How can a siren’s song be that bad?

　　”It must be some kind of sea monster making noise!”

　　……

　　In Silver City, on the training ground that wasn’t as bustling as it was during the day, a pile of blue ice was piled up.

　　A pile of blue ice was piled up there like a small mountain.

　　Derek, not carrying his own weapon, stood in front of the iceberg with empty hands and prayed devoutly:

　　”Fools who do not belong to this age ……”

　　After chanting his name and saying his request, he glanced at Colin Iliad, the chief of the Council of Six, who was waiting in the distance, and took a step towards the pile of ice.

　　Seeing this, Colin, who carried two swords in his back, held a bottle of golden liquid that emitted light and heat, and leaned over to watch Derek power into the pile of ice, burying himself completely without leaving a single gap.

　　A deep, hazy darkness descended so suddenly that even lightning bolts streaking through the sky high above couldn’t illuminate the place.

　　In an instant, unspeakable surges appeared all around, as if there were a pair of eyes casting gazes from the depths of the darkness.

　　Colin Iliad could clearly feel Derek falling into a deep sleep, not waking up even though he was frozen white and shivering slightly by the ice that could not normally be melted.

　　Without further hesitation, he threw the vial of magic potion forward, and a ghostly, transparent figure of a disgruntled spirit emerged with it, encasing it.

　　This figure passed through the ghostly blue ice and came into the narrow space that Derek had propped up, took out the magic potion, and poured it into Derek’s mouth.

　　As soon as this action was completed, it immediately stepped back and left the pile of ice.

　　Brush!

　　Colin Iliad suddenly drew his straight sword and chopped to the right rear, cutting out a stream of yellow pus and a monster with rotting and long eyes.

　　This came out of nowhere!

　　Just then, Colin Iliad saw a blazing wheel of light rise from the pile of blue ice, casting a pure light around him that was unlike lightning, warm, warm, bright, and full of life.

　　It reflected full in Colin’s eyes, as if shining from before the age of deep darkness.

　　The Silver City chief watched intently, not moving for a long time, until another monster emerged from the darkness.

　　……

　　Above the gray mist, inside the ancient palace.

　　”The little ‘sun’ has also reached Sequence 5 ……” Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and retracted his gaze from the crimson star representing the “sun” to the Crimson Star that represented the “Sun” and turned his gaze back to another one.

　　That symbolized Miss Justice, who had completed several tasks for the Psycho Alchemy Society in the past month or so, and was able to exchange it for the “Dreamwalker” magic potion formula.

　　This meant that she would be facing Hwyn Lambeth again.