The Warden of the Witches Chapter 212

 Chapter 212 - Where Is My Mercury Maid?

A Man’s Figure?

Aiden was stunned.

How could it be a man’s figure? Where is my mercury maid?

After hesitating for a moment, he turned to Abigail: “This appearance is a bit different from what I saw before.”

“The spell Vera set up is designed to make the permanent form of the mercury alloy golem resemble its master. Is there a problem?” Abigail asked in a casual tone.

Hearing this, Aiden looked back at the mercury alloy golem again.

The mercury alloy golem placed its right hand on its left shoulder and bowed slightly, like a polite butler.

“It's fine,” Aiden quickly accepted.

Well, this thing didn’t have a gender to begin with. Becoming a T-1000 isn't bad. After all, it's a Terminator, a shape-shifting, fighting robot. This is a man romance!

Then Abigail took out a potion and placed it on the coffee table: “And this is the pain potion made by Lamia. Only two drops are needed to take effect. Taking sixty milliliters at once will semi-permanently amplify a person’s pain perception. Besides treating pain insensitivity, it can also be used for torture. This bottle contains about two hundred milliliters. If you’re not confident, you can take it for an experiment first.”

“Thank you,” Aiden replied.

Although the witches’ gathering was unlikely to tamper with it, Aiden still decided to have melusine analyze it first and conduct animal tests before using it on Evangeline.

“Lastly, the reward I promised you,” Abigail said.

Just as Aiden was about to ask how it would be given, Abigail grabbed her left index finger and then... snapped it off with ease, as if breaking off a twig.

Aiden couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Before he could react, Abigail waved her hand and tossed the severed finger to him: "Catch."

Aiden felt a shiver run down his spine but reached out and grabbed the severed finger as it arced through the air.

He kept reminding himself to stay calm and composed; this was a minor scene and he couldn’t afford to show any fear.

However, when Abigail's severed finger began to squirm in his hand and even scratch his palm, he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Then, in the next second, the finger burrowed directly into his palm and vanished without a trace.

A sharp pain shot through his hand as Aiden felt the finger rapidly move through his wrist, up his forearm, and shoulder, finally reaching his heart. Then the foreign sensation disappeared completely, as if the finger had merged into his body.

"Truly... a strange feeling," he said, forcing a dry smile.

Having a severed finger burrow into his body was a bizarre experience he never wanted to go through again. He had originally thought Abigail would just need to cast a spell on him.

"Now you have a key to your own rebirth," Abigail said calmly as her severed finger quickly grew back, "However, I must remind you, this power of rebirth comes from me. If I die first, this rebirth ability will also vanish."

"Alright, now it's time for your reward," Aiden said, taking out a sealed urn covered with necromantic runes, "I've preserved the divinity of four individuals, and the 'Procreation' divine word should be properly recorded in here."

With the help of Arsena's guardian spirit, Aiden easily took the true body of the deceased Saint nawei using necromancy and processed it into ashes.

Aiden had checked the divinity remaining in the remains, which, converted using the skill point units he was familiar with, amounted to about eight points. After negotiating terms with the witches' gathering, he extracted half of the divinity using the method taught by Mephilia.

In addition to the one point of divinity forcibly transferred to him by Father Bales, he was now only a step away from being a saint in terms of divinity.

The remaining issue was mastering the corresponding divine words. At this rate, he should be able to become a saint before that person came looking for him.

Abigail suddenly recited a divine word, causing Aiden's wooden desk to come alive. Thick vines shot out from the surface, wrapping around the urn and delivering it to Abigail.

"Indeed... I can sense the divinity inside," Abigail confirmed with a simple check, and accepting the urn. "I've received it."

At the same time, the vines swiftly and seamlessly retracted.

"With that, our transaction is complete," Aiden said, leaning back in his chair, satisfied.

"You still have one more opportunity to make a request of the witches' gathering," Abigail reminded suddenly.

"You actually intend to keep that promise?" Aiden raised an eyebrow.

He hadn't expected much from Abigail's verbal commitment. If the witches' gathering didn't fulfill this additional condition after he handed over the Priestess's remains, there was little he could do about it.

"Of course, after all, I owe you a favor," Abigail responded without a change in expression.

Aiden thought to himself that they hadn't considered this when they sold him out in the abandoned village...

"For now..." Aiden pondered for a moment, then suddenly changed his mind. "Alright, if I have to say, there's actually an enemy I'd like you to deal with."

"A dignified Inquisitor seeking to hire witches for an assassination?" Abigail seemed a bit surprised by Aiden's request.

"Don't worry, my enemy is a heinous criminal... You probably know him too," Aiden said, raising a finger. "The Blood Moon Cult, you should be aware of it."

"Ah, I recall..." Abigail nodded. "Five years ago, we had a minor conflict with them."

"Five years ago, the Inquisition destroyed the cult, but the founder escaped. I hope, if possible, you can kill him," Aiden said calmly. "The Inquisition doesn't have his details, but I've discovered that he seems to be a saint of the 'Hatred' authority and possesses a unique authority, though he hasn't completed the ascension ritual."

The power of the witches' gathering was worth leveraging. If they could kill that guy, Aiden could rest easy.

"Ah, that person," Abigail said as if she had just remembered something.

"You know him?" Aiden was a bit surprised.

"After the Blood Moon Cult's defeat, a masked man calling himself 'Mr. Bloodrobe' came near the Sabbath Forest. He called out to me from a distance, apologizing and hoping we wouldn't pursue the cult for attacking the witches' gathering," Abigail explained.

"Mr. Bloodrobe..." Aiden mused. "And you accepted?"

"We did, considering he offered compensation."

"What kind of compensation?" Aiden asked, curious.

What could have persuaded the witches' gathering to let go? Was it something related to divinity or divine words?

Abigail was silent for a moment before replying, "Money."