My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 43 Please start the chapter, child.

at the same time.

Green Valley Underground City.

Edith is interrogating Gabo.

"Mr. Gabo, you are a hero, there's no need to make things so ugly."

"Okay, you don't have to answer my questions."

Gabo remained silent, trying to clear his mind.

He was aware of the tactics employed by the city's garrison commander.

Edith tapped the table, and a faint, strange smell wafted out.

"Question: How did you manage to imprint such a complex spell model onto this?"

Gabo remained silent, and his mind went blank.

"Well, you don't know how it was done, but you have a supplier."

Upon hearing this, Gabo was startled and instinctively looked at Edith, only to meet Edith's eyes.

"Ha, judging from your reaction, I was right."

Edith smiled.

Gabo broke out in a cold sweat; this woman had set two traps for him.

She first cast a spell of unknown purpose to make herself suddenly tense, then proposed the most likely hypothesis and observed her reaction.

In the blink of an eye, there was no time for me to react or think.

"My second question is, could you please introduce that supplier to us?"

"With such exquisite puppetry skills, why would he bother being an underground merchant here?"

"We can give him whatever he wants—wealth, power, magic, anything is negotiable. People are the most valuable asset."

Edith spoke sincerely this time, without the scheming she had shown before.

But Gabo in front of her was even more determined.

"Madam, I understand your thoughts."

"But I can't say that she saved my life and gave me a considerable fortune. I'm not a villain."

Edith remained silent.

She really wanted to know the identity of that magician.

"Is there really not even the slightest possibility?"

"I think it's difficult."

"How can you be sure? You're not him."

"..."

"Alright, you can go now, Gabo."

After seeing Gabo off, Edith leaned back in her chair, and her subordinate handed her a cup of hot tea.

"Sir, why not use torture? We have sufficient grounds to justify buying and selling illegally and knowingly breaking the law."

Edith glanced at her subordinate and shook her head.

"We are not knights of the law; we do not abide by those laws. The laws that serve our interests are the laws we need."

"In fact, I don't need to interrogate him; I already know the identity of that monk."

"what?"

The subordinate stared wide-eyed. How did Edith know?

Did the master really unleash some kind of mind-reading magic just now?

"Ha, too easy."

Edith stood up and started searching through a pile of documents.

"The fact that the person allowed Gabo to participate in the sales indicates that she doesn't have much power and is in dire need of wealth."

He had also saved Gabo's life, which means that the person had met Gabo at least once during the previous dungeon raid.

His choice to sell here indicates that his stance is at least hostile to the Shadow Children.

Add this to the list.

As he spoke, Edith slammed a piece of intelligence onto the table.

The subordinates took a look and realized it was information from the Law Knight's informant from a few days ago.

"The Blood Demon is about to join the battle—Vichy."

"Vichy?!"

The subordinates exclaimed in surprise.

"How...how is this possible? She was just an ordinary girl before, she only became this person because of divine grace..."

"Surprised?" Edith said calmly. "What if I told you that Vichy is probably undergoing a trial by a god?"

"A trial by the gods? Lady Lilith?! The blessing she spoke of is actually the blessing of the Night Capital?!"

Edith didn't answer; in reality, she was far more composed than she appeared.

No matter how absurd something may seem, if only one possibility remains, then it is very likely to be the truth.

Looking at the big picture, Vichy's whereabouts are too elusive.

She always managed to evade the empire's and her own spies, wandering and growing in various places.

This reminded her of another lucky person who received a divine gift.

Blood Demon.

"You'll be in charge of things from now on."

"Huh? Sir, what about you?"

"I have urgent business to verify," Edith said after a moment of silence. "I need to see the Starry Night Witch and return to Redstone Town."

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at the same time.

Redstone Town.

Pavitt was sitting in front of the door, watching the children play and frolic.

This orphanage is not very large.

They have only adopted about ten children over the years.

Children from all over the world, of all kinds of intelligent races, are present.

As Pavit basks in the sun, he sometimes reminisces about the past, that time of conquering the world and being wildly arrogant.

But now she thinks it's fine this way.

At the end of time, he tends to the princess's tomb, raises newborn children, and watches them grow up until they can stand on their own, go to the city, go to the farm, go to all parts of the world.

if only......

As long as we don't get caught up in that bloody vortex of hatred, everything will be fine.

Pavitt thought so.

He suddenly raised his head and frowned slightly.

"Kids, which one of you has time to go buy me some meat?"

"I'm making a pork bone feast tonight."

"I!"

The children were always very active, and they volunteered to take Sister Pavitt's silver coins, only to find that there was much more money than usual.

"This is your reward, go and have fun."

"Yay!"

The children cheered as they left the orphanage.

After they had walked away, Sister Pavit turned around and looked behind her.

Sargeras, the Blood Demon, stood there, his eyes blood-red.

"I really hope you never come back here, Sargeras."

"You have embarked on a path that runs counter to the princess's."

Sister Pavit said calmly.

"Ha, to wait here to die like you is the real betrayal, Mother."

Sargeras walked over and looked down at the man who had raised him.

"You stole the princess's inheritance, stuffed magical circuits into Vishi's body, and forged a sacred bloodline, didn't you?"

Pavit sighed and said nothing.

But not speaking is also a form of response.

Blood Demon's tone began to become agitated.

"Why!"

"Why!"

"For no reason, the princess doesn't care, but you care too much, Sargeras."

Pavit gazed at the Blood Demon, his tone gradually becoming pleading.

"Sargeras, turn back. You keep saying you're doing this for the vampires, but in the end you still raise your sword and cut down your own people."

"They are not my compatriots!"

The Blood Demon's rage erupted instantly, casting a shadow over the entire orphanage.

Filled with resentment and rage, he questioned Pavit.

"Fourth-tier mage, Starry Night Witch, have you abused your power by illegally transferring a magic circuit to Vishy Elef?"

"Yes, turn back, Sargeras."

"Shut up!"

In an instant, a powerful burst of magic erupted.

The Blood Demon has completely unleashed his magic circuits, and his total magic power is now incredibly close to that of a fourth-tier vampire. If you include the divinely bestowed power, he is even stronger than a normal fourth-tier vampire!

"Pavit!"

"Blasphemer!"

"We will end this in blood!"

"All right."

Pavit took a deep breath, and the staff immediately appeared in his hand. He waved it a few times, and a power that was in no way inferior to that of the Blood Demon suddenly erupted.

The entire orphanage was blown about and was about to collapse; a major battle was about to break out!

At the moment his momentum reached its peak, the Blood Demon struck first, unleashing his strongest magic right from the start.

Fourth-tier spell, Blood Shadow Slash!

A terrifying force converged into a river, transforming into a gigantic blood blade that cleaved downwards towards Pavit.

He knew the Starry Night Witch all too well.

He learned much of his magical knowledge from the Starry Night Witch.

He knew that the Starry Night Witch's defenses were formidable, and that he could not possibly win without going all out.

Therefore, the move is a killing blow.

However, at this moment, the Starry Night Witch suddenly put down her staff, dispelled all defensive magic, and openly faced the Blood Shadow Slash.

In an instant, a burst of blood-red light engulfed the entire Redstone Town.

When the smoke and dust cleared.

Blood Demon stared blankly at Sister Pavit lying in the giant pit.

Why?

Why?

Pavit was coughing up blood, his face was pale, his lower limbs had been completely severed, his magic circuits had been melted, and he had lost less than one-tenth of his strength, leaving him on the verge of death.

She murmured softly, her eyes fixed on Sargeras, her nun's habit stained red with blood, like a lamb atonement.

Sargeras, turn back.

I hope I am the last vampire to fall at your hands.