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Is this still an old ox?!
His mind was in turmoil, but years of professional ethics prevented the herbalist, Tern, from showing any contempt.
There's only one rule in this line of work: never laugh! Unless, of course, you can't help it.
Otherwise, an enraged customer might not only refuse to buy herbs, but could very well smash your stall in a fit of extreme anger!
“Uh…this guest.”
Probing, Turner asked, "You're buying herbs in broad daylight? That's normal... shouldn't you come at night?"
To make sure neither he nor the other party had made a mistake, Turner cautiously reminded them, "These herbs of mine are all very potent."
"At night?" Hope paused for a moment, then quickly realized what he meant.
Unsealing the Saintess is definitely something that should be done at night when the church is closed and there are more staff available; that would be a more prudent approach.
However, with Pope Brad around, there was no need to be so cautious. Thinking of this, he smiled indifferently:
"Oh dear, things are urgent, so we have to act quickly. My superior and I can't wait any longer. Hurry up and bring out all your best-kept herbs—"
"I need to hurry and bring the herbs back to the basement to use them."
What the heck?!
Herbalist Turner's mind went blank for a moment, doubting his ears: This beastly old man's daytime antics were one thing, but he even organized a group party?! Playing such elaborate games, and even had a basement?!
And with his boss... This old man looks to be in his fifties or sixties, so his boss must be even older, right? Surely not in the hundreds?! Are his physical functions even normal?!
With a tremor in his throat, Turner was genuinely scared. These old men were playing such thrilling games; what if they killed him? What if they blamed him for it?
"Excuse me..." Turner was about to refuse when he looked the person in front of him up and down, trying to find a suitable way to address him. Just as he was about to speak and persuade him to leave, his gaze fell on Hope's familiar robes, and his eyes suddenly went blank.
Isn't that... a priest's robe...? The other person is a priest from the Holy Church?!
A guy wearing a priest's robe in broad daylight couldn't possibly be cosplaying, so there's only one possibility—he's the real deal!
Turner was utterly shocked: these hypocritical bastards were actually so desperate in private? They were openly buying medicine on the street?!
No, that's not right.
The herbalist, Turner, jolted awake and abruptly looked up at the hunched-back, perverted priest before him.
At this moment, passersby around him were already casting disdainful glances, but the old man in front of them remained calm and composed, his face open and honest, unlike those people in the past who were secretive and dared to do things but not take responsibility. His entire aged face was filled with an unprecedented sense of mission!
It's as if what they're doing is for the future of humanity!
A glimmer of light returned to the eyes of the herbalist, Turner… as if he had rediscovered his faith, and he slapped himself hard! Tears welled up in his eyes; even the valiant old Deng was still working hard, how dare he look down on someone else's talent?!
"I'll take your job!"
Turner was fired up, his eyes becoming incredibly determined: he was willing to risk the reputation of the herb king of this street to satisfy all the demands of this perverted priest!
"That's wonderful! You're such a kind person. May the goddess bless you."
Hope nodded with delight, surprised that such a small vendor could provide such professional service.
The world is getting better and better...
“What type of herbs do you need?” Turn asked.
"Uh..." After recalling His Holiness the Pope's request, Hope quickly came to a conclusion: "Are there any herbs that can lift people's spirits and make them feel positive?"
Besides being used to make medicine, herbs are often used in rituals to regulate emotions and calm the mind. Therefore, Pope Brad only briefly explained the properties of the herbs needed, and Hope understood that what the other party wanted were herbs that could bring out bright and positive emotions. Finding such herbs was definitely the right choice.
"Positive and progressive?" Turner's eyes narrowed. He's an expert!
Such sophisticated slang, yet the other party spoke it so casually. It seems that today... I can't just use some inferior stuff to fool laymen.
Having made up his mind, Turner carefully took out a bright pink herb from a hidden spot on the stall and began to introduce it with an arrogant expression:
"How about my 'Wolf and Tiger Leaf'? Its effects last a full twenty-four hours, completely igniting the impulses and passionate desires within one's heart! Guaranteed to keep you positive and upbeat all day!!!"
"Oh? That sounds good!" Hope's eyes lit up with surprise.
True masters are indeed found among ordinary people. This was the first time he had ever heard of such a potent herb. It seems that you have to try your luck with the best of the best on the spot.
"I'll take it." Without further ado, Hope pulled out a silver coin and handed it to the herbalist, Turner. Turner weighed the coin in his hand and quickly nodded in satisfaction. As expected of a priest from the Holy Church, he was indeed generous.
“Great! Father, if you need any more herbs in the future, just come to me... I’ll definitely get you the best quality!” Turner patted his chest and promised.
Just when he thought the deal was over:
"Later? Let's not talk about later—" Hope chuckled as she tucked the herbs into her pocket and continued, "
"Any more?"
"Huh?" Turner was stunned for a moment, then his mouth dropped open in shock. The priest in front of him was looking at him expectantly, seemingly still wanting more.
"One herb is hardly enough."
Holy shit!!!
Turner stared in astonishment at Hope before him, beads of sweat gradually forming on his forehead. Astonished gazes fell upon him from all corners of the market… This old priest… actually has such drive?!
“Well, in that case…” Turner continued his recommendation haltingly:
"This 'Midnight Passion Flower' is also good, but you have to be careful with the amount. I also have a small amount of ground powder here..."
"Hmm, no need, I'll buy them all!"
"And this 'Royal Capital Beauty Fruit' is usually used in soups..."
"Give me a pound, otherwise I'm afraid it won't be enough."
With his emotions fluctuating, Tern became like a walking corpse, turning into a herbal medicine broadcasting machine, while the old man in front of him happily pocketed the herbs one by one, and the silver coins piled up on the stall more and more.
All around, countless shocked and fearful gazes were fixed on the seemingly harmless priest before them, and a thought was rising wildly in their minds... This is no priest at all.
—That's clearly the Silver Demon!!!
Chapter 147 Mino: The Protagonist's Treatment
The basement seemed to deepen into darkness and cold.
The ear-piercing sound, like the grinding of rotten machinery, echoed deep within the basement.
Pope Brad excitedly stroked the ice layer, gazing greedily at the pure, icy heart within.
"Almost there... I've finally found an opportunity to devour the Ice Heart..."
"After that war, by devouring the damaged sacred artifacts, the mechanization of most of my body finally halted my aging. Once I devour this even more precious sacred relic, I will completely break free from the shackles of flesh and blood and become a true immortal god!!!"
Brad looked at Lena inside the hockey puck, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness, as if he were looking at a corpse:
"As for this pathetic saintess devoid of any beauty, let her be a sacrifice to the decay of the sacred relics, and dispose of her secretly..."
pat pat pat.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached from the basement entrance. Brad immediately composed himself, his face regaining its kind and gentle smile. He picked up the jeweled scepter from the floor and looked toward the entrance.
"Your Holiness, the herbs and ritual materials are ready." With an excited expression, Hope carried a white cloth piled high with materials into the basement and laid out the most important herbs one by one on the floor.
“This is the Wolf-like Tiger Grass, this is the Midnight Love Flower, this is…” Hope listed the newly purchased herbs one by one in front of Pope Brad, as if she knew them by heart.
“Hmm…” Brad examined the herbs, a thoughtful look on his face.
He quickly smiled and nodded.
The two individuals, whose combined single lifespan is two hundred years, and who have a knowledge gap in herbal medicine, found no inconsistency whatsoever in the Holy Church DT:
"Yes, there are no problems. We can start preparing for the ceremony."
"Okay." Hope felt a weight lifted from her heart and clenched her fists excitedly.
At this moment, he finally had the opportunity to ask the question that had been lingering in his mind:
"Your Holiness, what method do you intend to use to quell the backlash from the Heart of Ice?"
……
The deep, dark clouds meticulously shrouded the sunlight outside.
Demon City.
cell.
“My lord, I have suddenly realized something.”
The hilt of the holy sword Artotai was planted in the ground, and his tone was like that of a scholar pondering the truth, cautious and extremely solemn.
"Oh? What's the matter?"
Lighthearted laughter drifted from beside the soft, large bed.
The blade of the sword, Altottai, twitched inexplicably, and the hilt twisted as it looked at the scene before it—
"Ah~ Ooh~~~"
On the large bed, an adorable white-haired loli was curled up comfortably next to Mino. On the bedside table, there was a plate of delicious food that had not yet been finished. From Altotai's perspective, he could also see a shrine with a mysterious object and a bag of gold coins that shimmered with a thick, dark luster under the bed...
Mino, resting her head on a thick, soft goose feather pillow, one hand stroking Mia's adorable white fur, the other hand happily slurping up a taro bubble tea, looked at herself innocently: "What's wrong, Altote, what did you find out?"
"nothing……"
Artotai squinted: "I just wanted to say, my lord, do you... not want to escape the Demon King's castle at all?"
“What kind of talk is that?” Mino raised an eyebrow, her face completely upright.
"Altoté, do I look like that kind of person?"
"It's exactly like him, 100% or 110% like him!" Altottai nodded vigorously: "If there were a 'Traitor Imitation Contest,' you would definitely stand out from the crowd of scum who sell out others for personal gain and take the top spot."
"Haha, it's not that amazing~" Mino scratched his head sheepishly.
"Hey!" Altottai finally couldn't hold back any longer, his sword hardening. "Was I praising you? And you're already so smug?!"
At that moment, Mino chuckled softly from the bed:
"Altotaire, do you really think... I'm just decaying like this?"
Mino pinched the bouncy white-haired loli's face in his arms and suddenly clapped his hands.
With a creak, the cell door was pushed open, and the zombie demon dressed in a maid outfit obediently walked in, took away the food plate and milk tea that had just been finished by the bed, picked up Mia who was still playing and was whimpering, and then closed the cell door behind her.
"Ah."