Secret: The Witch's House Traitor

"I am indeed a little different from myself, but I am still Triss, not the original witch."

Triss looked at Lin Nuo's serious expression and thought carefully for a while before speaking.

Although she was gradually becoming more feminine under the influence of the potion, she had not yet turned into the second original witch Chick.

"Do you have any strange growths of flesh that look like a human face?"

While asking, Lin Nuo quickly walked to Triss and prepared to take off her clothes.

"what are you doing?"

"No...no...I already said no."

Seeing that she couldn't stop Lin Nuo's actions, Triss quickly protected her dress.

"Now that you are wearing that ring, you should be able to feel the great will of the original witch, right?"

After Lin Nuo confirmed that Triss didn't have a strange human face growing on her chest like Lanevus and Little Jack, he became less anxious and relaxed again.

“Well, I can feel it sometimes.”

"However, the feeling was very vague and confusing, without a clear consciousness."

Triss nodded and expressed her feelings. Sometimes she could indeed sense something in her dreams, but she was only Sequence 6 now, so her feelings were not that profound.

Sure enough, the Original Witch is now in an extremely chaotic state after being severely damaged by the Seven Gods in the Pale Age. Considering that the Witch Church was not wiped out by its boss like the Abraham family, the Original Witch is probably in a dormant state.

Otherwise, Triss in the original time and space would not have been able to steal the power of the original witch, silently complete the promotion ceremony of the witch of despair to become a demigod, and even obtain some of the power of the gods, destroying George III's apotheosis ceremony.

The Original Witch had no reason to support the divine vessel she cultivated to use her own life to stop George III's ascension ceremony. This was not worth it for the Original Witch at all. The only reason was that when the Original Witch was in a daze, Triss stole some of her power.

After confirming that Triss Chick would not get rid of Triss and become Chick in a short period of time, and completing the gorgeous counterattack from his own little brother to his immediate boss, Lin Nuo no longer paid much attention to this issue.

In order to confirm Triss's physical and mental health, he thought about it and asked one last question:

"Triss, do you like men or women now?"

"Nonsense, of course I like women."

Triss felt relieved when she saw Lin Nuo's relaxed expression. When she heard Lin Nuo's question, she rolled her eyes and retorted without any hesitation.

"Ah."

Lin Nuo nodded slightly.

Then, he looked at Elisa and smiled kindly:

"She is the divine vessel of the original witch, and a very precious treasure of the witch church. You must keep an eye on her and don't let her run away, otherwise I won't be able to report to the witch church, and then I will be in big trouble, understand?"

"Master, if a divine vessel really wants to escape, I can't stop it."

Elisa smiled bitterly. She originally thought that this was just a witch of joy with some background, but she didn't expect that her background was so powerful. She was here to look after the vessel of an evil god?

Now Elisa finally understood why she was able to get the Fallen Flute in advance. It turned out that it was waiting for her here.

"I want to run? As long as you two don't roll together in front of me, I will run away."

Triss didn't react much to Lin Nuo's words. She hadn't thought about running away in the first place. If she couldn't take off the blue ring, where could she run to? She might as well follow Lin Nuo.

"Triss has a relatively high status now. As a Witch of Pleasure, even with the help of that ring, she can only partially exert the abilities of a Sequence 5 Witch of Pain in advance. It won't be difficult for you to deal with her with the seal I gave you."

"The original witch we believe in is now basically the same as the dark side of the universe and the devil archduke that your Belia family believes in. They are both in a state where they cannot be contacted or summoned, so you don't have to worry too much about Triss. If she is really in danger, I won't take her with me."

Lin Nuo tried to calm Elisa down.

Although Elisa still looked at Triss with fear and dread, her face had regained its composure.

Lin Nuo's consolation did have a certain effect. She, a Sequence 5 Apostle of Desire, could not contact the Demon Duke even with the help of a special demon statue. Combined with Lin Nuo's conversation with Triss just now, this guy should now be considered a walking Level 0 Sealed Object. Although dangerous, he can also be used.

"I don't believe in the original witch."

"It's okay for this woman to follow me. I hope she won't interfere with my interest when I go to the island to help those enthusiastic but poor girls."

Triss licked her white and slender fingers and said to Lin Nuo.

"What do you think the Apostle of Desire is?"

"Alissa following you will only make your fun more enjoyable."

Lin Nuo spread his hands helplessly.

Compared to Triss's quiet and sweet disguise, her cruel and bloodthirsty appearance is indeed more vivid.

......

October 1th, Sunday.

morning.

Bansi Harbor, Green Lemon Restaurant.

In the guest room available for overnight stay, the gentleman who chose to stay last night had not yet gotten up. No one was moving in the room, but the mirror reflected a figure wearing a black one-piece robe with a hood.

The figure looked out through the mirror for a while, and after confirming that he had not gone wrong this time, he took a step out of the mirror and walked steadily towards the bedroom.

As he waved his hand, the gentleman who was sleeping soundly on the bed fell into a deeper dream. The figure of the man in black robe flashed a few times as if a frame was dropped and then turned into the appearance of this gentleman.

"Good morning, Binxie."

Lin Nuo greeted the island which might be connected to the sea of the western continent.

He turned his wrist, and a not-too-thick wallet appeared in his hand.

Lin Nuo opened the door of the guest room and walked to the dining room and ordered a salad and mashed potatoes for breakfast today.

After finishing his meal, he left the restaurant and walked along the path, beginning to appreciate the scenery of the island while observing the surrounding landforms.

Tonight will be the night when something strange will happen on this island. Lin Nuo originally wanted to go to the telegraph office to send a telegram, but he doesn't even have a friend in the Western Continent, so he can only give up this tempting idea helplessly.

In the evening, the wind started early and the candlelight did not emit light within the scheduled time. The road was completely dark, with only the crimson moon looming in the clouds to illuminate its outline.

Lin Nuo looked at the white porcelain bowl in front of him and the dark red blood clots inside and felt very hungry, so he specially packed two more portions.

The pig blood in this restaurant is very famous. Its history can be traced back to the time when migrating elves passed by here. They added salt to the blood of various animals, allowing the blood to coagulate into peculiar lumps, and then combined it with several locally produced spicy seasonings, making it tender and fragrant.

Lin Nuo brought two packages of pig blood back to the guest room and stood in front of the mirror where he had come from.

He removed his disguise, and a handsome figure with silver hair and black robe appeared in the mirror. Inside and outside the mirror, two pairs of equally indifferent gray eyes stared at each other, and a dead and cold feeling appeared in the room.

The person in the mirror walked out of the mirror and came back to life. The silver-haired young man carrying two portions of pig's blood walked into the mirror and disappeared.

The person in the mirror looked at Binxi with cold eyes. Under the gray hood was a faceless figure. The supernatural gave it the ability to continue to exist after walking out of the mirror, and the secret wizard's [Secret Keeping] erased its origin.

The light of the red moon gradually dimmed, and Bansy was gradually shrouded in a thick fog. The ancient customs of cannibalism and the tradition of living sacrifice were revived. A small number of people in Bansy Port became cultists. The bishop of the Storm Church was seduced by the God of Weather and fell. The servants who discovered the mutation were also transformed into monsters.

At 7:15, Klein chose to brave the howling winds and go to the island to rescue Captain Ireland and the ordinary people because the captain of the White Agate treated him to mermaid meat and helped him compensate the White Shark for the loss of a few soli.

The person in the mirror ignored the headless corpses and shriveled flying heads hiding in the darkness and walked towards the top of the mountain where the cultists were presiding over the ceremony.

Klein was holding a dim lantern, holding a notarial document that emitted a warm glow, and with his new servant, 'Flame' Danitz, he was protecting and killing the undead creatures he encountered, as well as the few families he had just met on the ship.

The man in the mirror was surrounded by shriveled heads covered with mold and flying with esophagus dragging, and a group of headless people wearing black cloaks, leaning forward with blood oozing from their exposed necks. It drove these monsters to the top of the mountain and in the eyes of the Punisher who was counterattacking the evil altar with three sealed objects, he looked like a cult leader even more than the fallen Miller.

"Why are you so slow? Why don't you hurry up and hold back these damned Mandated Punishers so that we can complete the ritual of offering sacrifice to the God of Weather?"

Bishop Miller, who was wearing a dark blue bishop's robe embroidered with a storm symbol, lowered his head, looked pale, and struggled to resist the attack of the Punisher. He gave an order to the person in the mirror.

In Bishop Miller's eyes, this black-robed man who can drive these undead creatures must be a cultist who believes in the God of Weather. Is there a second possibility?

"You are the bishop of the Storm Church. You are the best sacrifice. What qualifications do you have to lead us in holding a ceremony to offer sacrifice to the God of Weather?"

The voice of the man in the mirror was cold and dead. As soon as it stopped talking, six monsters wearing cloaks, without heads, and with blood gushing from their necks, rushed towards Bishop Miller, who was standing in front of all the cultists.

Ho! Ho!

From their throats came the low growling sounds of wild beasts ready to attack.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

The shriveled head hovering overhead also rushed towards Bishop Miller.

"Are you crazy?"

"I was personally chosen by the God of Weather! I am the spokesperson who carries out His will!"

Bishop Miller had not expected that the teammate who came at this critical moment was actually a traitor who came to seize power. This Sequence 6 Wind-Follower immediately let out an angry roar and questioning.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Thin and sharp wind blades shot out, leaving obvious and deep cracks on the headless monster.

Woo!

Strong winds blew out of Bishop Miller's body, lifting his dark blue clerical robes.

Click, click, click, click!

The shriveled human head that flew over was blown away by the strong wind, and the cultists behind Bishop Miller stumbled to the ground and rolled several times because they could not react in time.

The originally aggressive Punishers slowed down their movements after seeing this sudden change.

"You heretics."

The person in the mirror spoke coldly, then took a few steps back and disappeared into the mist summoned by the sacrificial ceremony on the top of the mountain.

After the person in the mirror disappeared, a dark red light suddenly lit up in the dead eyes of those shriveled heads that were blown away.

......

Telegraph Office. After clearing out two waves of monsters, Klein led the team here.

After knocking on the door, he asked about Ireland's whereabouts and heard the answer from a lady.

In the quiet night, the female voice said neither fast nor slow:

"He and his first mate went to the church next door."

The people here talk a little strangely, or is it only like this on nights like this? Klein tossed a gold coin to confirm that the other party was not lying.

As they were about to leave, the female voice in the telegraph office hesitated and said:

"Can you guys please keep an eye on one person for me?"

"He is my former colleague. If you meet him, please ask him to bring me a clean towel. The new mirror in the telegraph office is always dusty and can never be cleaned. I wanted to wipe it with my skirt. Ah, I finally cleaned it. It's great."

Klein was silent for two seconds, then spoke in a moderate voice:

"What does he look like?"

He wanted to know more to help him avoid risks.

In the thick darkness and thin fog, the door of the telegraph office remained closed. The woman inside paused and said:

“He’s a very handsome man.

"He has two eyes, two ears, a nose and a mouth."

"He is as handsome as the man who gave us the mirror."

"Although, compared to him, that person is inferior in eyes, ears, nose and mouth."

Why is this answer so creepy...Is there something wrong with this woman? Klein maintained his Gehrman persona, raised his hand to press his hat, and turned to leave.

......

On the top of the mountain, the fragments of mirror embedded in the flesh of the undead monsters glowed faintly, and a telegraph office with rather old furnishings emerged from the broken mirror surface.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The thin and sharp wind blade released by Bishop Miller hit the headless monster that rushed over again, making a dull sound like hitting a steel plate.

Ding Ding Deng!

The six headless men rushed towards Bishop Miller who launched the attack, causing the ground to shake under their feet.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

More than a dozen flying heads rushed towards the cultists behind Bishop Miller with chattering teeth.

"Who the hell is that guy?"

"I don't know. He said we are heretics! We have believed in the weather god for hundreds of years!"

"Stop talking nonsense and quickly activate the defensive barrier of the ceremony!"

After a few quarrels, the men in black robes raised their swords and offered more sacrifices.

The rich and pungent smell of blood spread. The bloody sacrificial ceremony attracted more power from the God of Weather, and the fog on the top of the mountain became thicker and thicker.