Loran now had a rough understanding of the situation.
The Church of Light and the Cult of the Steel God, these two allied churches, were also competing in private to collect faith.
And she had been dragged into this competition.
Furthermore, because Elizabeth had planted the [Steel Brand] on her, she had become a double agent.
According to Elizabeth, this type of sound rune utilized divine power; once planted, there was almost no possibility of erasing it.
Thus, her current identities were as follows.
First identity: a Candidate Saintess of the Church of Light, and also a faith thief.
Second identity: an undercover agent for the Saintess of the Cult of the Steel God.
That’s right, Elizabeth was actually a Saintess of the Cult of the Steel God.
Third identity: a spy sent into the Church of Light by the Fifth Prince, who was plotting a rebellion to seize the throne.
As it stood, the Church of Light was the biggest loser.
The so-called Saintess selection plan had spread the church’s energy too thin, and coupled with its weak influence within the empire, it had completely missed the opportunity to control Loran, a potential asset.
Now, Loran was caught between three major forces.
Moreover, behind the Fifth Prince, there might even be a church of an unknown god.
After all, sound runes could only be created by using divine power.
Strangely, her body had actually ignored the restrictions of the branding magic, simultaneously accommodating two brands.
The only plan for now was to try and use the system to steal faith right under the noses of these three forces, while utilizing their resources to expand her own independent power.
This move could be called the “Counterattack of the Triple Agent.”
Loran only needed a short time to form a rough plan in her mind based on the above thoughts.
In reality, seeing Loran’s satisfied expression, Elizabeth proudly tilted her head up.
“Do you understand now how wise it was to defect to me?”
As she spoke, she took a golden card out of her space ring and handed it to Loran.
“This card is a VIP card for Pink Harbor.
They have quite a few merchant guilds under their banner and are considered a decent force in the Old Port District.”
“If you have any business needs, you can look for them.
As for our communication, although it might attract the attention of the Church of Light, I will help you resolve these minor troubles.”
“After all, in this part of the empire, the Cult of the Steel God calls the shots.”
After finishing, she flirtatiously patted Loran.
This thing felt really good to touch.
Immediately, she stood up.
The maid nearby saw this and immediately bowed to smooth out the wrinkles on Elizabeth’s skirt, appearing extremely professional.
“Naturally, all my goals have been achieved.” Elizabeth shook the recipe in her hand.
“I just didn’t expect that you would actually add non-magical materials to alchemy; this is a brand-new line of thinking, so I will graciously accept it.
I hope that next time I see you, you can obediently call me Master.”
As she spoke, she activated some kind of magic.
The Steel Brand on Loran’s back suddenly felt hot, and her body felt itchy, giving her an impulse to be beaten.
“Stop it right now!”
Loran quickly tried to stop her.
Elizabeth didn’t respond, but with her chin held high, she walked downstairs like a victorious rooster.
…
On the first floor of the church.
Jenny and Renee were surrounded by several maids and could only sit idly on the bench, anxiously waiting for news of Loran.
Jenny: “What should we do?
Miss Loran was screaming so miserably; those damned nobles must have tortured her!”
“Wuu wuu wuu, poor Miss Loran, she is so kind, why would she encounter such a terrible thing!”
Renee, on the side, maintained a cold expression and tugged at her sister’s clothes.
“Um…
sister, I don’t think that counts as a miserable scream.
Sister Loran shouldn’t have suffered too much harm.”
Jenny couldn’t listen to reason.
“How is that possible?
Miss Loran was wailing until she couldn’t catch her breath; it must have been too painful!”
“Wuu wuu wuu, if anything happens to Miss Loran, I will fight them to the death!”
Renee looked at her sister speechlessly.
Her sister was good at everything, except for having a narrow worldview and little experience.
A complete country bumpkin…
it seemed her sister was originally just an ordinary country bumpkin anyway.
As for worrying about Loran’s safety, she wasn’t particularly worried.
Loran’s potion recipe had already been changed to a common, general-purpose one.
According to her observations, the common stabilizing potion, compared to the original version from a few days ago, had already lost the effect of “taming” magic power to be absorbed and assimilated by people to directly increase their magic power.
As long as this point wasn’t discovered, Loran couldn’t possibly encounter any crisis.
At most, she would have a branding magic cast on her to force obedience; this was quite common back in the Church of Life.
Against this kind of brand, ordinary people would be helpless.
But for a witch who also possessed divine power, it was very simple.
Therefore, at this moment, Renee’s thoughts were not on Loran, but on the bottle of milky white liquid she was holding in her hand.
This was the milk that had been shoved into her arms by Loran when she was helping deliver materials for her today.
Loran had seen her limping around and felt terrible, muttering “it’s not needed anyway,” and gave her a bottle.
Saying something like “Little Loli need to drink more milk to grow tall quickly.”
Sigh…
she really was a Little Nun with overflowing kindness, but being cared for felt pretty good.
But this so-called milk, why did she remember it seeming to be a material for the original stabilizing potion?
Could this thing be drunk?
Could it be the reason for the special effects of the original stabilizing potion?
Various conjectures surfaced in Renee’s little head, but even after searching through all her memories as an Undead Witch, she couldn’t think of any similar alchemical materials.
Smelling the faint milky fragrance, as if possessed, she opened the lid and took a small sip.
Immediately, a rich and sweet milky flavor flooded her taste buds.
It was…
it was…
it was perfect.
What was going on?
She felt every bit of magic power in her body rejoicing.
It wasn’t any magical effect, but rather a direct improvement in the efficiency of her magic power’s circulation, although it was so minute that only she could detect it.
This wasn’t the most shocking part; even more exaggerated was that the sense of dissonance caused by her reincarnation ability was actually being eliminated at an accelerated speed.
This was a defect caused by the mismatch between her soul and her body.
Logically speaking, such a problem could only be solved slowly over time.
However, this bottle of milk had changed that.
Although the progress was still slow, compared to waiting dryly, it was undoubtedly much faster.
What kind of milk was this exactly?
Its status was actually even above that of soul and magic power.
As the last sage of the Church of Slumber and an Undead Witch, she was confused, as if her worldview had been shattered.
Wait, this kind of status, wasn’t it exactly the special aspect of the original stabilizing potion?
It really was the reason for this bottle of milk!
This kind of material that could directly affect magic power and the soul was simply the lifelong pursuit of every alchemist.
She had to find a way to figure out the source of this bottle of milk!