NOVPUBChapter 167: Chapter 166: Good at Intelligence? Good at Anesthesia!
Chapter 167 -166: Good at Intelligence? Good at Anesthesia!
On the way to the garrison of the city guards, Chaoyang, Ailuodi, Jenny, and Ge Wei sat together in a carriage.
In Jenny’s arms was a large medicine box.
“Is that the medicine that can cure the Scarlet Curse?” Ge Wei asked curiously.
“Yes,” Jenny replied.
“May I have a look?”
Jenny looked at Chaoyang, who nodded. She then opened the box and carefully took out a glass vial, handing it over to the other party.
“It looks like flour, a bit like powdered sugar.” Ge Wei examined the vial containing penicillin and said, “I never expected such an inconspicuous thing to be able to oppose the power of the Rot God.”
This was the second time Chaoyang had heard the name of the Rot God.
“Hahaha… It’s nothing to do with gods, this disease is actually caused by a kind of microorganism, just kill them and it’s all right,” Jenny explained proudly.
However, Ge Wei did not show an enlightened expression, but rather looked somewhat somber, “Are you sure that it’s by killing something that the Scarlet Curse is cured?”
“Yes, I’ve observed with a special kind of magnifying glass.”
“What is it?” Chaoyang felt that there was a hidden message in her words.
“No… nothing…”
“I said before, when I need information on the Heretical Cult, both you and the city guards must do your best to provide it.”
Ge Wei hesitated for a moment, “…Alright, then I’ll just say it. The Scarlet Curse is one of the manifestations of the Rot God’s influence in the world of men. The church believes that humans alone cannot erase such influence unless forces of an equal level are mobilized to oppose it. For instance, some healing Priest’s secretive Divine Artifacts can remove the Scarlet Curse.”
“This white powder can be made by anyone as long as they grasp the trick,” Chaoyang reminded her.
“That’s not the point… The point is ‘killing’. According to the church’s current understanding, the seventh Evil God seems to have some degree of conflict with the Rot God, and its followers also tend to direct killing. And the medicine produced by the Gate of Destiny Pharmaceutical Company… seems to practice the power of the seventh Evil God.”
This time, it was Chaoyang who was stunned.
What does this have to do with anything… How does penicillin killing bacteria imply the power of an Evil God?
And who is this seventh Evil God? Dane had only mentioned the Rot God and the Envoy of Mist.
But he also realized this was an excellent opportunity to expand his knowledge, “Can you explain in detail? Which one is the seventh Evil God?”
“You… don’t know?” Ge Wei was also a bit surprised; she had assumed that the Latter Gods generally had a more comprehensive understanding of the Primordial Gods than the church, but it seemed this view was wrong. “Well… then I’ll start with the titles of the Evil Gods.”
Afterward, she repeated to Chaoyang what she had told Shandela.
“… These Evil Gods have been discovered because they have already acquired followers and started influencing this world. And we believe that there are likely many more undiscovered Evil Gods.”
Chaoyang had also searched related content with the Panlogical Machine, but the response he got was that permission was needed to borrow such books, and they could only be printed at the headquarters of Gleck Company on the Old Continent. Now he understood that it was these orthodoxies restricting the flow of information about Heretical Cults.
“I can’t give you a precise answer because, in my view, even without Evil Gods, this method would still stand.”
“A place without Evil Gods?” Ge Wei showed a hint of surprise, “That truly would be a heaven. No wonder your… cough… your company is called Paradise.”
“It’s not that there are no Evil Gods, or rather that there are things more threatening than Evil Gods,” Ailuodi interjected, “As long as they exist, people can’t achieve true liberation.”
Chaoyang realized that in her past life, the angel must have had the surname Ma.
“Paradise is not bestowed by heaven, but created by the hands of people,” he cleared his throat, “No place is perfect like heaven from the beginning.”
“You’re right,” Ge Wei revealed a smile that didn’t match her rebellious exterior. “Perhaps we will never completely annihilate the Evil God, but we can at least destroy the bodies of every heretical cultist and shatter their souls beyond redemption. That way, the world will be a much more beautiful place.”
Uh… your comprehension skills must be at least at a discharged level.
Chaoyang focused his gaze on the cross beside her—a truth be told, he had been interested in that object since the moment he first saw it. Taking advantage of the pleasant atmosphere, he pointed at the cross and asked, “Is that your weapon?”
“It’s called Ouroboros,” Ge Wei replied. “Every Executive Priest receives a unique arcane Divine Artifact upon their promotion.”
“What a cute name!” Ailuodi exclaimed, “How do you use it? It can’t just be a blunt weapon, right?”
“A blunt weapon is one of its uses, but to experience its other functions, one must become its master,” Ge Wei replied.
“May I touch it?” Chaoyang requested.
“Of course.” Though she found his request somewhat peculiar, Ge Wei didn’t think there was any harm in letting a divinity touch it. After all, he wouldn’t covet a second-rate oddity, “Be my guest.”
Chaoyang, feigning humility, placed his hand on the cross, while activating his recording ability.
Wishing power surged wildly, consuming nearly a thousand points before stopping!
Just recording it requires this much wishing power? He felt genuinely surprised. Fortunately, he now had a substantial surplus of wishing power. Had this been the early days of his venture, such a touch might have cost him his life.
This indicated that the object’s structure was indeed very complex.
Meanwhile, Ge Wei felt a tremor of fear from Ouroboros, an emotion she hadn’t sensed from her battle companion in a long time.
She gently patted the cross, comforting it like a startled little animal.
“Interesting weapon,” Chaoyang withdrew his hand, declaring contentedly.
‘How is it, was the reproduction successful?’ Ailuodi asked telepathically.
‘It should be. Once we’re back at the sanctuary, I’ll create one to play around with, though it seems only those with specific talents can drive arcane Divine Artifacts.’
By now, the view from the window included the western docks and a towering large stone tower.
“Is that Distant View Tower?” Chaoyang looked toward the seaside, “I heard it’s the tallest building in the city.”
“Correct. Below it is the City Guard’s base, roughly five hundred acres, including a firing range and a dedicated dock,” Ge Wei said with a hint of envy, “It’s much bigger than the church.”
“If the City Guard has cultist informers within its ranks, isn’t it a bit reckless for us to go in and interrogate people?” Ailuodi suddenly chimed in.
“They are already investigating the matter internally. If any cultists remain, now would not be a good time for them to cause trouble,” Ge Wei had clearly considered this issue, “The most crucial point is, calling forth the third son of the Wille family in the name of the City Guard’s Commander, yet not interrogating at the military base, would give him every right to refuse the summoning. Shandela must be flawless in her pretext. Of course, with both of you present, I think even if there are still cultists hiding in the army, they won’t pose much of a threat.”
“That’s true,” Angel said, her nose seemingly lifting.
Chaoyang then said to Jenny, “Bring it out.”
Jenny complied, retrieving a small package of red herbs from her medicine box and handing it to the Priestess.
“What’s this?” Ge Wei asked, receiving it.
“Ordinary red tea leaves, but they’ve been soaked in a medicinal solution that can induce a deep sleep for a period,” Chaoyang wasn’t hiding his intent any longer, “It’s harmless to the body and is also used as an anesthetic in the sanctuary. You don’t have to worry about Jerry Will suffering any real harm.”
“I see,” Ge Wei pocketed the packet of herbs, “You don’t believe he will tell the truth.”
“Far from it, the efficacy of interrogation is limited, and furthermore, he has the support of the Wille family behind him. It might be effective to intimidate a common person, but I suspect it will only be a formality against a well-informed noble,” Chaoyang remarked indifferently, “I do not want this trip to be in vain. Since he will be here, he must leave something behind. Didn’t Shandela think that Paradise is quite adept at intelligence work? I will prove she is right.”
