Spying

"Witcher..."

Pearl Street-75 Door sign, a small renovated detached two-story building, plants in pots quivering slightly.

This important message is thus conveyed by the plant.

Eleazar seems to sense something and looks around suspiciously as he lifts his head, but in the end finds nothing.

In a place like this, where even the air was filled with a transcendent aura, that strangeness was easily concealed.

This is an element that most people know about but is highly overlooked.

Plants are the eyes and ears of the naturalists.

The severely unbalanced land of Loran had always been a place they watched closely, funding countless organizations and transcendents, always suppressing the growth of the Mechanical Theocracy and the Arcane Throne.

As usual, more than a dozen nature apprentices were sorting through the information in the secret room at Councilor Orson's mansion.

After sorting, summarizing, and stapling all kinds of important information, it would first be sent to the supervisor to browse, and then a few would finally be picked out and sent to Elder Orson, who was dealing with secular business.

"Witcher came to Loran?"

Orson looked up at the sunlight outside, thought a little, and took out his letter to write.

"Transferring Mr. Rhine to Lorain..."

... "Why don't you clean it up a little with holy light?"

Pearl Street, Building 75, doors and windows closed, curtains also pulled up, as if the day is about to do something bad to two people, but it is changed into a housecoat in the cleaning.

The saintly lady-sama, whose head was wrapped into an island turban, was standing on a chair, her hand raised high and gently sweeping the dust from the doorframe with a feathered zen.

She grumbled when she heard that the man was just trying to be lazy with his superhuman abilities.

"Geez, Witcher why are you so lazy."

Eleazar bristled, about to ask her rhetorically why she didn't save her time for something worthwhile when she was Transcendent.

For example; lunch that will start soon.

But just then, he saw a strange movement in the potted plant.

Eleazar saw it with his own eyes, the leaves in the potted plant were lifting slightly, as if they were alive, trying their best to listen to something.

Without a word, he took out his silver ring and put it on, infused it with Dragon Breath, and directly stabbed out with his sword.

"Wow!"

The potted plant beside them was burned to ashes on the spot.

This was followed by another slash of the sword towards the corridor, rolling away in a surge of heat that scorched all green life along the way.

"Whoa!"

Qishi was startled by his sudden movement, his padded ankles on the chair tilting as his body fell.

Just as he turned around, a white figure crossed in front of him, and Eleazar subconsciously held out his hands.

"Pfft~"

Qishi, who was lying in the man's arms in a princess hug, cocked his head.

"Is my body light?"

"Uh... Uh..."

Eleazar replied subconsciously.

"Is it still soft?"

Eleazar subconsciously fired off another squeeze with both hands and was about to give his comment when a rope made of light instantly looped around his neck, then tightened lightning fast.

"Uh ...."

Eleazar's breath hitched so hard that he almost strangled his tongue.

He let go of his hands like an electric shock, dropping the blasted angel and covering his neck in death.

Whimpering for half a day, he waited for the man to mercifully put away the light rope before he shouted in exasperation:

"What's gotten into you again!"

"Huh, why do you have such a righteous tone when you've done something bad?"

Qishi stared at him with wide purple eyes, seemingly very curious about his brain structure.

"You think I scared you on purpose?"

Eleazar covered his neck and said as if he was pissed off, "What you just said was monitored by the plant you know that?"

Qishi then turned to the wilted potted plants.

"Wow, almost forgot about the wallflowers."

"Okay, no need to get it, you're probably not too late to buy a ticket back now."

Eleazar stood up with a dark look on his face and just prepared his stuff to leave this sweeper.

"I knew nothing good could come from being with you, I'm going to go make my move."

Qishi turned back to me, disgruntled, "What do you mean nothing good comes from being with me?"

"It's your sloppy carelessness!"

She raised her hand, and all at once diffuse light burst from her fingers.

The radiance silently blocked all the gaps in the entire house, quickly creating a completely enclosed sacred realm.

Looking at the door to heaven that was about to open, Eleazar quickly averted his eyes and crossed the hall with his feet close together, hiding behind the door.

The sea of light, overflowing, carried out a deathless and comprehensive coverage.

In the sea of light that rolled over him, he only felt a tingling pain all over his body as if it had been vaporized.

The Ring of Extinguishing Light nearly reached the tipping point of tolerance.

When he opened his eyes again, the dirt in the house was gone.

Qishi clapped his hands and comforted him, "Don't worry, if our whereabouts are only known by the Nature Cult, there shouldn't be any major problems, and on the contrary, we can even work together!"

Eleazar bristled, "I worked with them once and it felt like I was at their mercy like a pawn, it wasn't even a partnership, it was exploitation."

"Whether it's cooperation or utilization, let's give it a try first, as for the future..."

Qishi smiles and twists a wilted flower.

"Later~"

Seeing that Witcher was still reluctant, she headed for the chair, crossed her thighs, and folded them over, slowly lifting one bare foot.

"Tell you what, I'll let you play with your feet?"

Looking at the crystalline jade foot with its thumb cocked like a seductress, Eleazar walked towards the door with a face full of indifference.

"Where are you going?"

"Ingredients, lunch!"

Watching Witcher slam the door and leave, Qishi cocked his head in thought, bent down to pick up the black cat hiding under the chair, looked into the dark eyes, and asked with a smile:

"Meow~~"

Blackie opened his mouth in shock, "Meow... Meow..."

"Meow~~~"

"Meow... Meow... Meow..."

Getting the information that came to mind, Qishi placed the stunned black cat on his lap and stroked it gently with a smile on his face.

"Oh? Is it actually like this?"

After a long time, Eleazar, who had returned with a large pile of ingredients, pushed open the door and cautiously looked inside.

Not realizing the man was in the hallway, he quickly returned closed the door again, and went into the kitchen.

He grabbed the ingredients while the man was away.

But sadly, the saintly woman who smelled something unsettling still walked in quickly.

Looking at the oddly colored pot of vegetable soup, she asked curiously:

"Are you planning to poison it?"

"Can't help it, that's the specialty here, bring a little bit of toxin in everything."

Eleazar explained without looking back.

"Liar, there's no way anyone here would be eating this stuff for a long time!"

"It's nice to have something to eat, and you want to pick and choose?"

Qishi cocked his head.

"Let me guess, is it because these ingredients that have not been de-poisoned are cheaper?"

Eleazar didn't say anything. Seeing him look like that, Qishi was instantly enlightened.

Sticking her finger out of the boiling pot of soup, she put her finger, which had gotten a little bit of soup on it, in her mouth and tasted it.

"It's awful~ It tastes weird~"

"Mr. Witcher, why are you so bad at this?"

Eleazar's forehead was suddenly bruised and he would have knocked a spoon over her if he hadn't been able to beat her.