Two whole hours had passed.
At this moment, Loran was lying on the sofa with a look of utter despair.
On her bare back, a strange gray pattern had been engraved, currently glowing with a faint light.
This was the Steel Brand, which would also gradually make a person submit to their master.
Like now, she felt that Princess Elizabeth, sitting beside her, looked quite pleasing to the eye.
Even though that brat’s hands were wandering around restlessly.
And unlike the Mark of Desire, the Steel Brand would convert the pain endured into pleasure.
This conversion rate increased significantly when the object was the master.
She had already tested this; Elizabeth had whipped her once.
She had started whimpering immediately.
It was a good thing that brat wasn’t a man; otherwise, she really would have been twisted into all sorts of positions today.
“Not bad, not bad.”
Elizabeth praised.
“You, this cow-like nun, fit the Steel Brand so well.
From now on, you are mine, and we will surely get along very happily in the future.”
Happy, my ass!
She now had a Mark of Desire on her front and a Steel Brand on her back, making her feel like a Rune Warrior.
Loran put on her clothes and glared at Elizabeth with anger in her eyes.
“Your Highness, if you want the stabilizing potion recipe, then trade for it with benefits, not by using these kinds of dirty tactics!”
Elizabeth chuckled and reached out to wantonly knead her ample chest.
“Trashy nun, acting tough again now that you’ve put your clothes on?”
“It’s a pity, but in this world, if you lack strength, you deserve to be pushed around.
You possess a stabilizing potion that has such a significant impact on me; did you really think I would just let you run wild right under my nose?”
Loran fell silent.
She shouldn’t have been so rash in releasing the stabilizing potion.
Although it allowed her to quickly raise various skills to the beginner level, it had attracted this trouble named Elizabeth.
Seeing Loran silent, Elizabeth turned to comfort her.
“Rest assured, join my ranks, and I will not treat you poorly.”
“Give me the potion recipe, and I will provide you with enough wealth and resources.
I can even support you in developing your church and winning the position of Candidate Saintess.”
Loran remained expressionless.
“It’s as if I have a choice not to hand over the recipe.
As for the position of Candidate Saintess, I suppose you just want to plant a spy within the Church of Light.”
“The Church of Light and your Cult of the Steel God are clearly allies, yet you treat me so cruelly!”
Crack!
She hurriedly covered her ample chest, glaring at Elizabeth, who had taken a whip out of her space ring.
“It seems the lesson from half an hour ago hasn’t made you, this cow, understand how to respect your master?”
“What I said just now was an order, not a negotiation.
Now, hand over the potion recipe.”
Loran dared to be angry but dared not speak, having no choice but to pretend to submit obediently.
She stood up, walked over to the potion workbench, wrote the recipe on a piece of paper, and then returned to Elizabeth.
“The recipe is here, but I have one request that shouldn’t be difficult for you.”
“Oh, what request?” Elizabeth asked with interest.
“I request that my name be added to the stabilizing potion.
This is a recipe I painstakingly researched, and the world should know that I am its creator.”
Loran said this naturally for the sake of faith points.
Compared to beginner skills, the faith points consumption for the intermediate series of skills had increased by at least a hundredfold.
This was understandable; after all, a Transcendent Beings of the intermediate level was already a backbone force in this world.
Thirty beginner-level Transcendent Beingss combined couldn’t defeat one intermediate-level Transcendent Beings.
However, the Intermediate Magic Power skill alone already required one million faith points.
Relying on the small church on New Bud Street, it was truly difficult to gather that amount.
If she could rely on Elizabeth’s promotion of the potion to spread her own reputation, wouldn’t she be able to level up skills however she wanted?
But Elizabeth laughed.
“This request is, of course…
impossible to agree to.”
“Giggle, you don’t think I just wanted the potion recipe, do you?
Magic pollution isn’t exactly a difficult problem for Transcendent Beingss.
The civilian prestige and public opinion brought about by the stabilizing potion are my true goals.”
Loran was furious.
“You bitch, you stole my recipe, branded me, and now you won’t even give me the intangible reputation?!
I Aminos!”
Crack!
Three more lashes were whipped over.
Elizabeth squinted at the rolling Loran.
“You seem to care a lot about your reputation…
No, I should say, you seem very eager to become famous?”
Loran felt an immediate sense of unease.
She had a premonition that if she didn’t answer well, she might be locked in a dark room for the rest of her life, never to see the light of day again.
To be so sensitive about reputation…
could it be that this brat was also collecting faith points? Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
That’s it!
Everything made sense now.
Even though magic pollution could be solved by mages, she was so eager to target the stabilizing potion.
The goal was to collect the faith of the commoners!
And what she said just now about the “Church of Light” coming as well…
could it be that the Church of Light was also deliberately collecting faith?
Could it be that the Candidate Saintess selection plan was also established for this reason?
Loran felt as if she had caught a glimpse of a terrifying secret.
She hurriedly controlled her expression and, acting as if she didn’t understand at all, roared.
“What do you mean ‘hope to be famous’?
This is what I deserve!
This potion even contains a new alchemy method I created; shouldn’t I be remembered in history?!”
“Relying on the reputation brought by this potion, I will definitely obtain the position of Candidate Saintess!”
Loran acted with great passion, even forcing out quite a few tears; the effect must have been quite good.
However, in Elizabeth’s eyes, Loran’s flushed cheeks, combined with her wet eyes and the tears seeping from the corners…
…looked quite like a Saintess captured by a Goblin in a storybook.
Loran’s words were indeed spoken very cleverly, and Elizabeth believed her for the time being.
“Didn’t I already tell you?
I will naturally provide you with assistance regarding the position of Candidate Saintess.”
As she spoke, she beckoned, and a maid nearby immediately handed over a space ring.
Elizabeth picked up the ring, took Loran’s hand, and put it on her ring finger.
“This is a space ring the size of a room.
Inside, I’ve prepared 120,000 gold coins, 10,000 standard magic crystals, and some common alchemy materials for you.”
“Of course, the ring belongs to you too.
How does this assistance feel?”
Loran was stunned for a moment.
She raised her hand and looked at the pale gold ring set with a pink gemstone on her ring finger.
Uh…
it seemed she had been slightly conquered by the monetary offensive?
Loran suddenly felt that it wasn’t unacceptable, after all, she had also realized something.
It seemed that the Church of Light and the Church of Steel were both collecting faith.
In that case, her behavior couldn’t be too conspicuous.
For instance, just now, requesting naming rights for the potion had almost exposed her in front of Elizabeth.