Special Reward

Is this what it feels like to wipe someone's ass...

In the office, Eleazar calmly reports to the Virgin about the sewers.

"Oh?" Qishi dawns an interested chin.

"The source that leaked the Transcendent Solution, didn't you find it?"

"The sewers are as intricate as a labyrinth, and you can't even imagine where all those filthy sewage outlets end up..."

Eleazar steered the report as far as he could toward the places where the stench was bad.

"Here's the evidence I've gathered."

He brought out the collected samples again.

Inside the clear glass bottle, three Mr. Toads, belly up, crooked mouths, and spitting tongues.

"Well ..."

Qishi sat up straight and brought the bottle over to look at it left and right.

Eleazar waited quietly for her to scrutinize her for a long time, and finally couldn't help but voice a reminder, "Where's my stuff?"

"Oh yeah!"

Qishi looked back and smiled, "I told you how you're still standing here so cheekily~"

Witcher's upright, standing form moved differently but suppressed it.

The saintly woman bent down, removed her boots, and rested the long, slender legs wrapped in white pantyhose on the tabletop, then grasped the roots of her thighs with both hands and slowly removed a layer of white silk.

"Here, your reward~"

Eleazar drops his gaze, full of indifference, and lets the white stocking float up to hang over his head, his body motionless.

"It'll make a pair with the one you grabbed~"

Qishi smiled and leaned back in his chair.

A crimson gaze like that of purgatory swept over the holy white figure inch by inch, and there seemed to be flames ruffling up, but they were quickly swallowed up again by the thin layer of divine light.

Finding no trace of ＜Sand of Time＞ on his opponent, Witcher clenched his fists and slowly turned away.

Sister Freed, who was standing on the sidelines, only felt that the other party was like a moving volcano, walking past her.

Looking at the figure that flung the door open, she twisted her head with a strange blush.

"Your Highness, won't you give him that ＜Scales of Quicksand＞?"

"No rush~"

Qishi smiled lightly and crossed those long snow-white legs like a crescent moon, "Whenever the church reports that he's gone to collect the sacred energy juice, it means that his current magic potion has been digested, and by that time he'll be in a bigger hurry than you~"

"I'm not anxious for him!" Fledgling blushed slightly and twisted her head.

...

Walking out of the building in a rage, Eleazar took several deep breaths in a row, which suppressed the anger that filled him.

Finnian stood furtively waving to him from a distance.

Eleazar sighed helplessly and stepped forward.

"Finnian, don't you ever be so presumptuous again, I couldn't even justify arguing with that woman because of this, and I ended up being teased by her again."

"Ehehe~"

Finnian plays dumb and scratches his head.

"Do you have a great grudge against that holy woman of the Church?"

He seemed to be interested in the guanxi.

Or maybe he wanted to know Witcher's true attitude toward the Church.

Eleazar casually replied, "Vengeance yes, but not to the point of hate, but I'm not going to give that woman the benefit of the doubt as long as I get the chance."

"Eleazar, you're great, you're still so tough even after being controlled by the Church, unlike my brother, who can only keep his voice down all day long in the face of the Church, I'm so angry!"

Eyes full of adoration, Finnian skimmed his lips as he spoke.

"I just didn't have to ask for advancement materials from them, so I dared to be a bit more hardened, but I can't be hardened now..."

Eleazar craned his head and glanced at him.

"Your brother isn't as much of a wimp as you think, he's just strictly adhering to the rules of up and down, but even so, he's hoodwinked the church several times, and for your sake, he's constantly backing down from his bottom line."

"Is that so..." Finnian stopped abruptly.

"Then I'll begrudgingly bring him a little meat today."

Eleazar looked at him strangely, "Have you been able to go in and visit that monastery yet?"

"Well, brother he's gotten much better, and when he's sober, he can complain to me about the poor food in that place."

"All right, then I won't interrupt you from preparing a loving dinner."

Finnian smiled and raised his hand to wave, the smile slowly fading from his face as he waited for Witcher's figure to walk away.

"That's great brother, you have a very sweet friend then, so, in that case, you'll be able to cheer up soon..."

...

Back at the rental house, the sky was already dripping with the evening light of spring.

Eleazar looks around the house for a few moments, finally having no choice but to turn on his senses before finding Blackie playing with his tail on a beam.

Holding it down and looking into those eyes, the daily narrative of missing them.

"Meow~"

Listening drowsily, Black lifted his paw and gagged his ever-opening mouth before breaking free of his grip again and chasing his tail around the floor twice before lifting his head to purr.

"Meow meow meow!"

Looking at the unexplained body language, Eleazar scratched his hair.

Wanted to find something that could understand animal language. Sighing helplessly, he returned to his room and laid down a sealing knot, then unfolded the space crystal and organized his harvest in recent times.

A box of silver swords used to the tune of 3, 5 Morning Glory badges left, uncountable monsters slashed, and more magical potion residue digested than the previous total, but in reality, the harvest in terms of material was very small.

One Legendary Grade Dragon's Tooth, one Legendary Grade Blue Dragon's Blood, and a High Grade Fire Resistant Ring.

Then there were the three illegal transcendents, leaving a box of a huge variety of enchantment potions and a box of ground and processed powdered magic plant herbs.

"Frost, flame, petrification, vines, curses, flashes, lightning strikes, this box of Vials of Infusion is comparable to a high-level caster..."

"Running a dark clinic... Can you get that much material?"

Eleazar blushes inexplicably as he takes the herb powder to the material rack and arranges it in categories.

Focusing on placing the Ice Cover Grass, Snow Lily, Dream Leaf Flower, and Cold Silk Grass, which might be of imminent use as high-grade herbs, in a conspicuous place, especially the latter two, those three doctors were really helpful.

Of course, the premise was that the woman refused to give him ＜Sand of Time＞, and in the end, he could only use the Blue Dragon's Teeth to concoct the next Legendary Magic Potion.

Throwing the two white stockings into the corner, Eleazar muttered, "She must be so pleased with herself right now, I wonder how much longer she's going to tease me before she's willing to give me the material... New grudges and old grudges all counted together... Must hold back for now..."

Then, Mr. Toad's three copies of fresh material, which he couldn't think of making into anything, ended up in the corner like garbage, too.

Finally, the Holy Crystals: 4.5!

Minimum 45 days of free movement.

Eleazar slowly closed his palms, "Not enough..."

Trying to take the time to make a trip to Rouen to look for them, 45 days wasn't nearly enough.

Or should we continue to find a way to save the Sacred Crystal, or perhaps, get rid of the Cursed Armor once and for all...

Thinking of the moment on the airship when that full body of superhuman gear failed, Eleazar craned his head to look at the shelves.

From the collection of the Elder of the Shadow Council, the nucleus of the starry sky that seemed like it had opened its eyes, his <Void > ritual material.

"Runaway star core?