, copy it for me.

"You're right, the church doesn't encourage keeping lovers, but you're just a passing nightingale, and I was simply captivated by you."

"The goddess will forgive me."

Chael tapped four times on her chest, drawing a crimson moon.

He's already got a persona that allows him to do basement play, so what's wrong with being a little arrogant now?

Are you a demigod?

How would I know if you don't tell me?

"Do you know how heartbroken I was that you didn't invite me to your celebration party?"

The witch crossed her legs and placed her round thighs on Chael's legs.

"Isn't this just common sense?"

"How could I possibly invite you?"

Chael picked up Russell's diary again and started reading it.

"Was there something I didn't do well enough?"

Panatia slowly moved closer and reached out to stroke Chael's cheek.

Her actions were somewhat ambiguous, but the other people in the library still didn't notice. Even those who occasionally glanced over only saw the two of them reading normally.

It's all too easy for a demigod-level witch to use illusions to deceive the senses of ordinary people.

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Chael turned a page of Roselle's diary, looking at the emperor's famous quote: "The taste of a witch is really good."

"I think I can do better."

Panatia whispered almost in Chael's ear.

Chael could almost smell that sweet, cloying fragrance that made his blood boil. He glanced at the witch:

"You're really free today, aren't you?"

I'm free tonight.

The witch whispered a breath into his ear.

"Then help me copy these Russell texts."

"I'm not allowed to take it from the library."

Chael pushed the quill pen and blank paper to the side.

He doesn't need to go to such lengths, but what torture is more endearing than being forced to copy books as punishment?

"And what about you?"

Panatia's bright smile turned somewhat dangerous.

What do you think?

Chael held the witch in his arms, burying his head in her fair neck, inhaling her seemingly addictive fragrance.

"Copy it."

He gently brushed aside the witch's long hair that she had tied up and let it fall.

"What does this incomprehensible Russell script mean?"

Panatia thought for a moment, then did not refuse, and picked up a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and began to copy it down.

She had been interested in Russellian before, but eventually lost track of it and shifted her interest.

"I'm just interested in things that might be related to the occult."

"Make a copy for me, and I'll take it back to keep."

As she spoke, Xia'er closed her eyes and leaned against the witch-shaped pillow, intending to take a nap.

"I have things to do this afternoon."

Panatia gently shook her ruffled hair and said.

"Cancel it. Even if you're going to see the king, cancel it."

Chael closed her eyes and hugged the pillow tighter. The witch's charm was still effective; the pillow was really nice.

"You're always bullying me! Why don't you go tell the king?"

Panatia wanted to teach Chael a lesson, but the breathing beside her was even and steady.

She wanted to teach him a lesson, but she needed to wake him up first; this was a library, and making too much noise wouldn't be appropriate.

Although she doesn't need to see the king later, she does need to see members of the royal family.

Panatia tapped the table lightly with her quill pen, looking somewhat troubled.

She could just say that she's being harassed by people from the True God Church.

The Witch of Despair glanced at her loosely clasped arms, shook her head, and began diligently copying the Roselle script on the table.

In any case, one of her goals was achieved: this guy did indeed become an Extraordinary and joined the Church of the Night, exposing her identity as a "wild Extraordinary." However, the other party did not expose her, which was quite interesting.

Observe for a while longer. If all else fails, deal with everyone who saw you in that villa tonight.

This seemingly quiet and reserved lady was copying the book while thinking about how to clean her bottom.

The unexpected death of a clergyman in the Church of the Night will definitely trigger an investigation by the church. Even if I have enough anti-divination skills to eliminate everyone who has seen me, it will be difficult for me to move freely in Backlund afterward.

Chael joining the Church of the Night two years ahead of schedule was something she hadn't expected.

Time passed...

When Xia Er woke up, it was almost closing time for the library.

"You're awake?"

"How did you sleep?"

Panatia turned to lean against Chael and asked.

"You slept quite well, and surprisingly didn't catch a cold. Your fireplace is really good."

Xia Er was surprised that the witch hadn't poisoned her.

He had already prepared to dispel the vengeful spirits and avoid a wave of biological toxins.

"I was a little short on time, but I still managed to finish copying it."

The witch handed the copied paper on the table to Xia'er.

Xia Er glanced at it and realized that it was indeed copied with care.

The witch's handwriting beautifully imitated Lao Huang's bold and unrestrained style.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Chael patted the witch to signal her to move aside, as she was going to return the book.

The witch moved aside and saw Shael tidying up the books, papers, and quills, then following behind him.

After returning the book, Xia Er frowned slightly and asked:

Why are you still following me?

Panatia twirled around, her high-slit dress billowing in the air, revealing glimpses of the witch's legs.

"Then come with me."

Xia'er thought to herself, "The witch has already retreated eight or nine steps, so it's not like I can't take another step forward."

He led Panatia out of the library and into his own private carriage.

The carriage began to move, and Chael looked at the Roselle diary that the witch had copied.

Because he still wanted to maintain the facade, he spread out multiple pages of his diary and looked at them together as if comparing them.

June 3, April 21, December 20.

Xia Er read through these diaries page by page, which he knew more or less about.

As he scanned a page, a ripple of emotion stirred within him, but he showed no outward sign of anything amiss, naturally comparing it to the other entries in his diary.

"On October 2nd, Zarathustra visited me again."

"He hopes that I, who have already entered the realm of demigods and humans, can keep my promise and help him steal that dangerous sealed artifact from the church."

"That's a notebook from the Antigonus family of the Quaternary period, a Level 1 sealed artifact."

"Ha, I'll have to see how it goes. If it's easy to steal and there's little risk of being caught, I'll give it a try. That thief Jacob is also interested in this notebook. Rather than let him get it, I'd rather help Zarathustra!"

Chael shifted his gaze to the witch sitting there casually. He put away the diaries, drew a crimson moon on his chest, and closed his eyes as if in prayer.

Jacob? How could Roselle be associated with the Jacob family?

Is this my influence?

Chael pondered to himself, judging from Roselle's tone, this didn't seem like a friend.

The Witch of Despair frowned slightly as she watched Xia'er's actions.

Just as she was about to make her move, she saw Xia Er open her eyes and whisper to her:

"Praise beauties, goddess."

After praising the Goddess of Night, Xia Er stared at the Witch of Despair.

"Praise beauties, goddess."

The Witch of Despair smiled and drew a crimson moon along with Xia Er, praising the goddess worshipped by the Witch Church.

"Since we are both believers of the goddess, then as a clergyman, I should not treat you the way I used to."

I won't lock you in the basement anymore.

Chael hinted tactfully.

Panatia smiled, took out a small makeup mirror, and simply tied up her loose hair.

"Is it pretty?"

She looked at Xia Er and smiled.

"You shine like a star in the night sky."

Xia Er didn't hold back his praise. He had never seen an ugly demigod witch before, but there were just too many witches, it felt a bit excessive.

Panatia's eyes lit up, as if she saw the reflections of Chael in them, and the dressing mirror in her hand also shone faintly.

Chael's eyes gradually became vacant, as if she had lost the ability to think. She stared blankly at Panatia, as if she were seeing another person who had left a deep impression on her.

"How did you manage to join the Church of the Night ahead of time?"

After Panadia controlled Shael using mirror illusions and mystical toxins, she began interrogating him.

This is a mystical plague that she developed specifically to affect the mind-body.