Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted Chapter 189: The Village's Crisis

In a short period of ti, quite a few people had moved to this border town.

Since this was an exit route, and Loren was here, the place was relatively prosperous. Moreover, a lot of land and job positions had opened up here, so people, whether nobles or commoners, were happy to co.

On an utterly ordinary day, Gwen returned. The Nofica Theocracy's treatnt for the Rainbow Plague was quite effective, so Gwen had only managed to collect a few dozen souls during this period, which was just enough for Loren to cast a few spells.

Even though these few dozen would be a fortune to any other necromancer, Loren had always been strict with himself and lenient with others.

It's perfectly normal for to use ninth-tier magic, but if you can use sixth-tier magic, that's sothing worth being wary about.

The Church had already delivered the things promised to Loren. The dicinal herbs were of no imdiate use to Loren for now, but the Scythe of Harvest was sowhat useful.

Through the Scythe of Harvest, Loren could wield so of the authority of Bountifulness, such as making crops flourish, or seizing that bountifulness, making a place yield no harvest at all. These were the most basic applications.

Furthermore, the Scythe of Harvest could also be used as a weapon. As an object imbued with divine authority, it possessed a certain "indestructible" property—hard enough, sharp enough, and the life force it absorbed could heal its wielder and restore their stamina.

Healing abilities weren't rare, but the ability to restore stamina was exceedingly rare.

"Anna, this is for you."

Loren directly tossed the scythe to Anna. The scythe was longer than Anna herself, creating a sense of contrast as she held it.

"This thing is actually pretty cool."

The handle of the Scythe of Harvest was ford from intertwined vines, with a few roses blooming on it. A large rose blood at the junction where the blade t the handle.

After a brief period of adjustnt, Anna got used to handling the Scythe of Harvest. The scythe spun a few tis in her hands before finally coming to rest upright beside her.

Although Anna's talent for learning magic wasn't great, her talent for techniques was quite good. Even without much dedicated training, her skill with a blade already surpassed that of many knights who specialized in techniques.

It wouldn't take long for her to learn how to use the scythe. The Scythe of Harvest was sothing Loren had specifically requested for Anna. In the ga, Anna had a weapon that could restore stamina, allowing her to fight for seven days and seven nights without rest while surrounded.

The Scythe of Harvest was much more useful than her Cursed Blade, and Anna quite liked this weapon.

"Consider it you giving roses."

Just as Loren and Anna were chatting idly, Movila suddenly ca running over in a frantic hurry:

"Master ntor! Sothing's wrong! I need to leave for a while!"

"Don't panic, speak slowly. What happened?"

"Part of my soul that flew back to the village died. Before it died, I heard the villagers say the village is in danger and they hope I can return quickly to help...

"I want to go back and save them..."

Loren patted Movila's back, helping her calm her breathing. He waited for her to recover before speaking again:

"What can you do going back alone? If the village is truly facing so major crisis, what combat power do you actually have?"

"..."

Loren was right. After calming down, Movila felt Loren was telling the truth. She really couldn't do anything.

"Pack up, we'll go with you."

Loren stood up and stretched. Although the Pseudohuman incident hadn't been over for long, it didn't stop Loren from taking action again.

Mainly, he was genuinely interested in these evil gods. He used to enjoy fighting evil gods;

they liked collecting things and gave a lot of experience.

Most crucially, the true forms of evil gods were right here in the mortal realm, unlike the Orthodox Gods in heaven or the Outer Gods in the starry sky.

Who invented these evil god things anyway? They drop gold coins as soon as you hit them.

"You... are willing to help ?"

Movila was sowhat incredulous. Loren was actually willing to take risks to help her. Even now, Movila's inferiority complex was still at work. Although Loren treated her as family, in her heart she still felt her status was that of a pet, even lower than Starnight's.

In her subconscious, she never considered herself a person.

"Of course, we're family.

"Prepare to depart, you lead the way."

Loren packed his firearms and ammunition, and wrapped the High Explosives around his waist again. This stuff was very useful.

Most things were in Scarlett's Life Thief space. Everyone just needed to change clothes and they could set off.

"Hooray, we get to go out and play again!"

Anna was excited. She loved going out, no matter where, no matter if there was danger or not.

"This ti, you all can take action. Cultists of Evil Gods generally aren't too strong, so the things that can threaten them won't be too strong either.

"If it's an Orthodox God church, I'll handle it. If it's sothing else, we'll act together."

"Finally, we can take action?"

Laila wiped down her gun barrel, eager and ready. During this period, whenever danger arose, Laila had to hide, which had left her feeling sowhat frustrated.

Among the Witches, few were belligerent. Anna was one, and Laila had a bit of that in her too.

"By the way, Movila, if I were to kill the God of Happiness, would you mind?"

"Do as you please."

Movila didn't care about the God of Happiness at all. Although Witches were, on average, love-struck, their moral compasses were quite sound and they weren't easily brainwashed. Movila had stayed in the evil god's territory for so long without changing, and she was perfectly fine with Loren killing the evil god.

"Then there's no problem."

Loren thought of a possibility. Movila's crows turning into wolves of malice was the result of her darkening. Loren felt this incident was likely the trigger for her darkening.

That's why Loren was so invested in this matter. Wanting the evil god to drop gold coins was secondary;

mainly, he wanted to save Movila.

After darkening, a Witch's combat power would increase dramatically, but it wouldn't affect their loyalty to Loren. If one truly wanted to rapidly increase combat power, letting them darken was a good option.

But compared to that, Loren preferred them to be a little happier.

It was like raising children. Perhaps pushing a child to their absolute limit might get them into Tsinghua and Peking University, but at the sa ti, they would lose all their happiness.

"Master, are you going on a long journey..."

Before Loren left the house, Seraphina got the news and followed behind him, looking very well-behaved.

"Yes, we probably won't be gone long. You watch the house, wait for to return."

After patting Seraphina's head, Loren led everyone out the door. He planned to find a suitable carriage first. That village was out in the wilds—it could only be in the wilds—the train couldn't get there.

"Okay..."

Seraphina still wore a smile, though a flicker of loneliness passed through her eyes.

"The master isn't ho today, woohoo!"

Not long after Loren left, before Seraphina could even recover from her thoughts, she heard Flossie cheering behind her, blowing on a trombone she had found from who-knows-where.

"Even if the master isn't here, we still need to work hard."

"Oh."