Kapitel 229: Chapter 229: Compensation, Mental Distress Fee
Chapter 229: Compensation, Mental Distress Fee
The imposing St. Wind Church, even in the dark of night, exuded an aura of stormy ferocity.
Panatiya felt a chill run down her spine, her face turning slightly pale, especially when she saw the archbishop inside the church's main gate looking at her with a puzzled expression.
Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly lowered the carriage curtain, sat back inside, and instructed the coachman to turn around and leave in as calm a voice as she could muster.
Not just the entrance of St. Wind Church, but even within a few hundred meters of it, was a forbidden zone for those like her, labeled as heretics.
Without a plausible and scrutinizable identity, she dared not approach this place.
The only thing Panatiya was thankful for was that the carriage hadn't directly charged into St. Wind Church; otherwise, she would have had no chance of escape!
At this moment, she couldn't care less about why she had come to St. Wind Church. She needed to leave immediately, without being discovered by the archbishop!
Just as the carriage was about to move again, a young clergyman approached and stopped it.
"Honorable lady, is there something troubling you that requires assistance at this late hour?"
"Nothing, just passing by," Panatiya replied, feigning calm.
"Lady, there's no need to be embarrassed. Seeking the protection of the divine is very normal. The god welcomes all devout believers."
"I do not believe in the storm."
"The god welcomes any lost lamb. Would you mind stepping down for a chat?"
Panatiya was annoyed by the persistent young clergyman but soon realized something was wrong.
The people of the Storm Church usually acted straightforwardly and violently. How could they be so patient?
Not good!
Damn it!
He was stalling for time!
Panatiya couldn't afford to reveal her identity. She tore open a passage to the spirit world, intending to escape through it.
Boom!
As soon as she entered the spirit world, she was struck out by a long-prepared thunderbolt!
The extraordinary members of the Storm Church had anticipated her escape method and ambushed her in the spirit world!
Damn, since when did these storm believers become so cunning?
Panatiya, both frightened and furious, smashed the carriage and fled towards a densely populated area.
Suddenly, rings of thunder surrounded her, like a prison of lightning, isolating her from the real world!
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and more terrifying thunder was about to descend!
Panatiya wanted to break through the blockade, but the raging storm blocked all her escape routes. She had no other way to leave except by forcibly tearing open the thunder prison.
But brute force was never the strength of the witch's path.
She could only gather layers of ice to protect herself from the incoming thunder.
Just as she was about to collapse under the heavenly thunder, someone tore open the spirit world, grabbed her shoulder, and swiftly took her away.
"Too bad, we couldn't catch her."
"The one who saved her is very strong, not just Sequence 4."
"Why did the Witch Sect suddenly send so many strong members to Backlund? What are they plotting?"
"Strange, why did this Despair Witch suddenly appear at the church gate tonight? She shouldn't be that stupid, right?"
"Maybe she doesn't know why she's here either."
"What kind of existence can completely blind a Despair Witch's perception?"
"Not sure, but Backlund hides many terrifying beings."
"Should we continue the chase?"
"Forget it. The situation in Backlund is too complicated right now. We should be careful not to be used by someone with ulterior motives."
"The god's gaze is on the southern continent. We shouldn't cause extra trouble at this time."
The surrounding thunder dissipated, and St. Wind Church quickly returned to its usual tranquility.
...
Slap!
"Foolish!"
In a forest near a manor, Panatiya was slapped to the ground.
But she didn't dare to show any resentment. Instead, she had to thank the other party for risking divine intervention to save her.
That was the entrance of St. Wind Church. Any unexpected situation could attract the attention of the Lord of Storms.
"You actually went to the gate of St. Wind Church alone! Do you really want to give some credit to the archbishop guarding there?"
"If I hadn't happened to be in the area, you would have been shattered by thunder!"
Panatiya lowered her head, not daring to speak. She was truly terrified.
She had intended to take a look at Baron hastur Campbell, and for safety, she chose to take a time-consuming carriage. But who knew the coachman would drive to the gate of St. Wind Church, and she didn't notice at all.
Even more frightening, as soon as she lifted the carriage curtain, she met the archbishop's gaze.
Everything was too coincidental.
If it weren't for the Black Saintess's help, she would have been dead by now, arranged to die without knowing why.
When the Black Saintess's anger subsided, Panatiya stood up from the ground, her cheek already swollen.
She had heard that the Black Saintess liked to slap people, and indeed, it was both hard and painful.
"Speak."
"Tonight, I just wanted to see Baron hastur Campbell, but I inexplicably ended up at the gate of St. Wind Church, I..."
"No need to say more. Stay away from Baron hastur Campbell in the future. Don't court death again."
Before Panatiya could ask why, the Black Saintess had disappeared.
Just like her title, she loved darkness, merged into darkness, and vanished in darkness.
Who exactly was Baron hastur Campbell?
Who arranged her movements tonight?
Was it someone even the Black Saintess feared?
Standing in a daze for a while, Panatiya realized her injuries were severe and needed treatment.
Thinking about the plan that was about to conclude in a few days, she knew her injuries wouldn't heal in time.
...
That night, hastur slept soundly until his spirituality alerted him to something happening, waking him from his dream.
It was Will Auceptin's folded paper crane showing an anomaly, indicating an important message from Will Auceptin.
He got out of bed, lit the lamp, and went to the window to find the paper crane.
It read: "Stop sleeping! Remember to bring the latest ice cream tomorrow!"
Tsk, such a boastful tone. Did Will do something big tonight?
hastur thought for a moment, then placed another paper crane in his palm and went back to sleep.
In his dream, Will didn't appear but played a short video for hastur.
It showed the Despair Witch noticing him, taking a carriage to find him, but ending up at the gate of St. Wind Church.
She was beaten up by the extraordinary members of the Storm Church. If it weren't for the Black Witch's intervention, she would have died.
"Will did a great job."
hastur was pleased with Will's handling. If the Witch Sect bothered him again, he would have Will send them to the church gates one by one.
Today it was St. Wind Church; tomorrow it could be St. Samuel's Church. They would surely welcome such guests, as it meant a lot of credit for them.
It's a pity the Despair Witch wasn't killed by the storm.
hastur thought about ignoring the incident, but then reconsidered. This time, the Witch Sect disturbed his sleep. Shouldn't they pay some price?
After all, even Will, the Mercury Snake, had intervened. He should at least get some compensation for the ice cream, right?
He couldn't let Will act for free.
Coincidentally, Aisala's assassin potion was almost fully digested, and he needed the next potion formula.
"Heh, it's good she didn't die. If she had, I couldn't claim mental distress compensation."
hastur pondered and then went to the Hall of Stars.
By peering into related fates, he easily found the unlucky witch's residence.
The next morning, a letter was delivered to Panatiya.
Reading the letter, she was furious, her fingers turning white as she gripped it.
She had been the victim last night, yet the other party had the audacity to demand compensation for mental distress!
And they demanded the potion formulas from Sequence 8 to Sequence 5 of the witch path!
The total value was nearly ten thousand gold pounds!
Worse, she didn't dare refuse.
She didn't want to find herself suddenly at St. Samuel's Church, surrounded and beaten by the extraordinary members of the Night Church.
Last night's experience was too terrifying. She hadn't noticed anything unusual from start to finish.
This showed that the person in the shadows was far stronger than her, possibly beyond Sequence 3.
Such a person, no, an angel!
Panatiya shivered, realizing she had been under an angel's watch last night.
At that moment, she felt her injuries worsen.
From this incident, she deeply understood that in Backlund, it was best to keep a low profile and stay out of trouble.
(End of Chapter)
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