What a beautiful bitch

"I became a Mystic by accident."

Xia Er said with a blank look in her eyes.

"Secret Prayer?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Panatia's beautiful face.

"The Church of the Night didn't take you in?"

The expression on the face of the despairing witch was one of disbelief.

Can the Church of the Night accept cryptic supplicants?

"I am a follower of the goddess."

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

"Hehe~"

Panatia chuckled twice, perhaps mocking the Church's hypocrisy—those who had no connections were severely punished, while those who did were given a chance to be tested.

"Why didn't you report me to the church?"

Panatia asked curiously.

"The Church does not forbid us from maintaining certain contact with wild extraordinary beings, which at times serves as a channel for obtaining intelligence and exchanging resources."

"Besides, you are beautiful enough, and you haven't caused me much harm. Your behavior is also normal. I believe you are one of the controllable wild extraordinary individuals."

Chailly added.

"What if I were a witch?"

Do you know what a witch is?

Panatia lightly touched her cheek, asking as if casually.

"The witch who spreads calamity—I've heard countless infamous stories about witches since I was a child."

Chael gave the same monotonous answer.

"Heh~"

Panatia's fingers twitched slightly, and her hair seemed to come alive, flicking its tongue like a small snake.

"But I have never seen a witch."

"The church shouldn't condemn all witches; we can recruit some and eliminate others."

Under "hypnosis," Xia Er continued.

"Oh?"

"Which part should be killed? Which part should be spared?"

Panatia became somewhat interested and stopped kissing the snake that was about to be kissed.

"Those who disobey will be beaten to death, those who obey will be kept."

Xia Er seemed oblivious to the danger before him, continuing to speak his true feelings.

"Isn't it distinguished by evil?"

Panatia continued to ask.

"I am just an ordinary clergyman; I cannot define what is evil."

Xia Er felt that she was quite evil.

"So do you think I should be beaten to death?"

Panatia raised her head slightly and asked.

"You?"

"You don't have to be beaten to death. You're quite obedient; you even copied books for me."

Chael shook his head blankly.

"Well then, since you're just as obedient, I'll spare your life this time. Keep living, you secret agent of the Church of the Night. I'm really looking forward to the day the Church executes you."

Panatia shook her head, and her swollen hair returned to its smooth state. She picked up a small vanity mirror and began to do her makeup, while also removing any traces of mysticism.

Chael remained expressionless, calculating how long this mental plague would last.

He also knew a little about this occult plague developed by studying the audience.

...

West End, 49 West Vellas Street.

Chael stepped down from the carriage, waved to the coachman to leave, and then reached out to help Panatia down.

"I really like this dress."

Panatia glanced down at the black dress that had now become a high-slit gown and said regretfully.

"You shouldn't wear the same long dress twice."

I believe you will like the new one.

Chael didn't care about paying the witch a dress in return.

He helped Panatia toward his villa. Martin hurriedly came out and was startled when he saw the witch. He quickly gave Xia Er a meaningful look.

"Martin, could you please have someone design a new dress for Ms. Panatia later?"

Seeing Martin's repeated meaningful glances, Xia Er seemed to understand something and said:

"Martin, take Panna with you..."

"What are you arguing about?"

After a long day of hard work, Alice, who had come over for a free meal, came out of the villa and saw Panatia being helped by Chael.

"Who is this?"

Panatia smiled slightly, took Xia'er's arm, and leaned against him as she asked.

Martin was sweating with anxiety as he watched Alice's scrutinizing gaze and Panatia's increasingly radiant smile. He regretted not coming out sooner.

"This is Alice, my friend. You'll be more likely to win her favor if you speak Intis."

"Alice, this is Ms. Panatia, my etiquette teacher."

"Martin, take Ms. Panatia upstairs to rest. I'll go tidy up the study and organize some things. If Alice is hungry, go to the kitchen and tell the cook what you'd like to eat."

Xia Er arranged everything in just three sentences.

Martin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly led Panatia to the guest room to rest. Xia Er, carrying the materials he had organized in the library, was about to head to the study when Alice tugged at Xia Er's sleeve from behind.

"What's wrong?"

Chael looked at the somewhat lively Alice with a puzzled expression.

Do you trust my intuition?

Alice leaned closer to Chael and whispered.

"Speak if you have something to say."

Xia Er rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I just want to ask, where did you find such a high-quality bitch?"

Alice asked curiously.

She'd never seen anyone this flamboyant in Trier.

Upon hearing this, Xia Er's lips twitched. He tugged at his clothes but couldn't pull them out.

"I found it on the street, okay?"

He pulled his clothes out with all his might.

"You have excellent taste."

Alice gave a thumbs up.

gun~

Xia Er saw that the blonde girl's expression was genuine praise, not mockery, so she retracted her comment about national essence and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute. Don't say I'm not taking care of you. You definitely can't handle this kind of woman. Remember to come to me for a cleansing tomorrow. You don't want to catch a disease, do you? I'll give you a 20% discount. You hear me? Don't go... Let me tell you... I've seen plenty of these kinds of bitches."

boom!

Xia Er slammed the study door shut to get some peace and quiet, his face showing undisguised astonishment.

No, are you sick?

What is the mental state of the Church of the Eternal Sun?

Xia Er felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of Alice's expectant look, as if to say, "When are you going to sleep with her?"

Ocycus, I'll fuck your ass!

Nothing happened that night...

The next day, Xia Er went to work as usual.

He now has even greater faith in the goddess of night.

What kind of rubbish are the other churches?

Compared to them, the Church of Storms seemed quite refined and attractive.

"Chael, what's with those dark circles under your eyes?"

Senior Gray looked at Xia Er with a puzzled expression.

Last night I went to the East End and, together with two of my men, revised the rules of the Huiley Party and dealt with some of the troubles that came up.

Xia Er glanced at Allison but didn't say anything.

He was quite annoyed last night, really annoyed. He felt like the more he did, the more mistakes he would make, as if wanting to take care of a group of people would encourage other women to join this industry.

Directly increasing the revenue share is a no-go!

Their eyes lit up when they heard that meals were provided...

Better treatment...pass!

He was also...very troubled. Fortunately, he was still able to control the situation. Before expanding into new businesses, he was able to dispel some of the women's ideas by collecting "collective protection."

Before they actually use this "collective protection," they probably won't believe that this money will actually be used for them.

In just a few more days, once several streets are fully under control, normal jobs will be available and distributed to women forced to make a living.

"Is it related to women?"

Senior Gray hit the nail on the head.

"Don't talk, I have a headache."

Xia Er knew that when she was tired, it meant she needed to hire a responsible, righteous, and grassroots temporary worker.