Fultest Castle.

Luxury restaurant, magic chandeliers sprinkle soft yellow light.

The king sat in the long nanmu dining table and slowly enjoyed breakfast. Ferkat, a new royal consultant, was giving a respectful report.

"Your Majesty, the martial law in the Temple District has been effective these days, and all the pagans near the square have been wiped out. The residents of Vigima have also returned to the arms of Rabidha, Meritelli, and Eternal Fire. In my opinion, the female nerves in the lake have suffered this blow, and they will not be able to become a climate if they want to redevelop them again in the future."

Fultest finally chewed a few bites of the roasted chicken with crispy and tender inside, and then wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk handkerchief embroidered with iris. "Master Fekater, thank you for your hard work recently. But that's not enough!"

He pushed away the chair and began to pace around the dining table, "How did I explain to you at the beginning?" His majestic eyes glared at the mage, "I'll repeat it now. Vigima is my territory, and Meritelli has to give me honesty. And the goddess in the lake who is witchy, I know very well that she has killed my Knights' Commander and former consultant, and she must pay the price!"

Fultest grabbed the knife and inserted it hard into the center of a roast chicken.

"I trust the warlock and make Temolia the most popular country in the north; for so many years, I have paid the warlock association enough to buy a kingdom! I think I am qualified to order you-" Fultest's eyes chilled, "Come her body in front of me!"

Fekater felt his heart tremble and lowered his head, "His Majesty calm down...I'm sorry...we can't do your request."

"Give me a reason!"

Fekater lowered his eyebrows and said sincerely, "During this period, two consultants, Merigod and I, went to Lake Vigima every day to explore, but never found any abnormal activities. The thing is likely to be no longer in the lake... We thought about her getting information from the believers in advance and escaping to hide."

Fekater said half-true and half-false words. The Warlock Brotherhood did not have much contact with legendary creatures like the goddess in the lake, but he also understood that they represented an ancient race. If they dared to kill one of them, they would make a blood feud with all the elves in the lake.

The warlock is not reckless.

The king snorted heavily in his nose, and was silent for a long time, and a trace of regret appeared on his face. "It was because he ran away very quickly."

"But I promise you, His Majesty Fultest, as long as we are in Vigima for a day, that thing will never dare to step into this place again!"

Fultest's extremely oppressive gaze examined the warlock up and down, left and right again, and saw the latter sweating all over, and then changed the topic.

"How is Yada?"

Fekater breathed a sigh of relief, "Your Highness the Princess can't detect the magical aura. I think she has never been in contact with the church affairs recently. But after all, she has established a deep connection with the lady in the lake..." Fekater carefully said, "If you just let it go, will there be some hidden dangers?"

"If you continue to suppress it, she will not recognize me as your biological father!" Fultest sighed helplessly, "Don't force her too much during this period."

"As for your order, your Majesty."

"There is another big thing..." The king paused, and said with a little hesitation on his face, "Is the medicine mentioned last time ready?"

Fekater's eyes were dazzled. There were many rumors about Fultest's bad lifestyle. Like most kings, he could not quit the habit of romantic affairs. There were also many romantic stories that were widely circulated among the people, such as he gave birth to Princess Yada with his own family.

For example, he has many lovers outside and prefers his married women.

Now there is another one more. Not long ago, a lover gave birth to a child for him.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to confirm whether it is a boy or a girl?"

"Girl!" Fultest said indescribably disappointed. He even suspected that it was the lack of Master Aza's secret medicine that led to his son becoming a daughter.

"Then your majesty..." Fecart said, "I promise that the potion prepared by the Warlock Brotherhood will make the little princess healthier, beautiful and lively."

...

In a house in the trade zone.

"Abigail, the priest of the God of Evil?" Yada pointed the barbed whip at the corner of the wall, and curled her hair on her shoulders with her other hand. "I have seen relevant information in the Royal Library. The priest of the God of Evil is very good at cursing."

Yada frowned with a delicate brow, and unconsciously touched the amulet between her neck. It was given to her by the white wolf who lifted the curse of the bloodthirsty demon bird, in order to prevent the curse from recurring.

"I didn't expect that there was such an evil organization hidden under my nose. How did you discover it?"

"It's a coincidence." Roy said the process of finding the sewer secret room through the body of the bat-winged demon. Yada's eyes lit up when she heard it, "I was worried that there was no prayer, so someone sent a ready-made secret base. It's really a blessing from the goddess in the lake!"

"You...what do you want to do?" Abigail curled up, and even though she had no magic power, her fair wrists and ankles were still covered with anti-magic metal shackles.

At this time, a simple little face was filled with panic, like a harmless little white rabbit.

Yada smiled gently at the girl, "What we want to do depends on your attitude. Let's introduce yourself first, Abigail, the priest of the God of Evil Omen, how old are you? Where are your parents, relatives, and friends?"

"I..." Abigail was stared at by three witch hunters and a bright princess, and hesitated for a long time before he hesitating, "I turned fifteen last month... I told them that I am an orphan, without friends, and no relatives, only church members. I was adopted by a tutor, the priest of the Vigima Church..." A bit of sadness appeared in Abigail's bright big eyes, "But the tutor passed away two years ago."

"A lonely little girl... she looks so beautiful," Yada's face became more excited. She trembled her wrists and gently waved her whip in the air while circled around the girl. "How did you make a living in Vigima before being adopted? The local gang will never let you go, a little sheep. Let me think that selling to remote country farms is the luckiest result."

"I, I have been helping with the laundry woman's house in the temple district..." Abigail bit her thin lips, and she understood her situation and said frankly, "For five years, the laundry woman and her family have been protecting me from villains. In fact, their family is a follower of the Great Weaver, who has led me to the church...and then I was adopted."

"Big Weaver? Is the Weaver of Destiny?" Yada looked at the calluses on the girl's white little hand and suddenly asked.

"Yes, lion-faced spiders weave their destiny and control the life and death of human beings."

"Don't say evil is so great," the witch hunter raised his eyebrows. "I guess those gangsters who dare to come to you are thrown into the sewer by your fellow churchmen to feed the two bat-winged demons."

Abigail almost defaulted.

The witch hunter further guessed, "As a priest, you still have the responsibility to choose sacrifices. Occasionally, do you have to tie a few living people into the sewer to give the lion-faced spider a tooth sacrifice?"

With the appearance of a girl, it is quite simple to seduce a few people with bad intentions.

"This is not surprising..." Yada said that she "played" Vigima Sheriff for a while and had an understanding of the living conditions of the lower-level residents of Vigima.

"Vigima is the capital of Temolia, the most important stopping point on the entire kingdom trade route. Every day, a large number of outsiders pass by, mixed with fish and dragons. Occasionally one or two disappear, so I can't help it." Yada approached the girl, and her cold right five fingers suddenly pinched her chin, letting her face toward her.

Since the Virtue Church needs an underground stronghold, the God of Evil Omen should leave with tactfulness, not to mention that there is still hatred between them!

"Good girl, tell me how many lion-faced spider believers Vigima now has."

Abigail blinked his long eyelashes and turned his head stubbornly.

"I am Vigima's princess," Yada's pretty face was tense and her voice was stern. "If you order, the people of the Knights will immediately catch all the hidden 'little spiders'! Saw off their 'teeth' in front of you!"

The muscles on the "Little White Rabbit"'s face trembled, as if they were frightened, and their mouths were slightly wide open.

Yada half-squatted down and her pretty face directly touched the other person's eyes, "But if you are willing to cooperate, it's better not to use those indecent means."

"Give you half an hour, think clearly!"

...

"Your Highness Yada, do you need me to help? The witch hunter's seal can save a lot of time."

Yada's expression was terrified when she heard this.

"Fortunately you didn't do it... Roy, I'll give you a piece of advice. Never use the seal of a god's priest easily to manipulate their consciousness... Otherwise, it may alarm the existence behind them and lead to unpredictable dangers."

Roy nodded, no wonder he was alert at that time, "Then what are you going to deal with her? She..."

He pursed his lips and swallowed the next sentence back into his stomach.

The fifteen-year-old girl is really as timid as she is, and she is not good?

It's undoubtedly a kind of disguise!

"First ask all the believers of the God of Evil, they should move a little bit for the Church of Virtue." Yada pursed her red lips.

"Next, 'poisoning is not deep', those who are lost... I will expel them from Vigima forever!"

Yada's eyebrows were raised and her tone became cold, "As for those who do not repent..."

"His Highness Yada, be careful... Some believers of the God of Evil Omen have powerful cursing power, so don't cause trouble."

"I naturally know and have a deep understanding of this..." Yada's eyes suddenly had some light of memories, and she walked around the room. "The curse of the vampire bird that once tortured me has a deep connection with the lion-faced spider. Although the goddess relieved the sequelae of the curse, I could still feel that the stench was still entangled in my soul."

"I have seen the letters left by the culprit, the beast Ostret, who was secretly in love with my mother. It repeatedly mentioned fate. What does this mean? His curse method is likely to come from the God of Evil Omen. Ms. Vivian helped me to quit 'fruit and thirst', but failed to remove the last trace of curse."

A trace of determination flashed across Yada's pretty face, "I have to find a way from Abigail to lift the curse once and for all, so as not to recur."

"The God of Evil Omen is actually related to your curse." Roy lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

Ostret, the Church of the God of Omen, the curse of Yada and her mother.

A clear story line suddenly formed in my mind—

More than twenty years ago, Ostret, the minister of Fultest, fell in love with the king's sister, the mother of Princess Yada, also called Yada.

But later he discovered that Fultest had taken possession of his crush as himself, and was burned in jealousy and issued an extremely vicious curse, causing Queen Yada to die of dying from childbirth. The dead flesh and blood changed into a vampire bird several years later.

To harm one side!

For several years, the residents of Vigima couldn't sleep at night.

Until Geralt arrived, he was seriously injured and relieved the curse of the blood-sucking demon bird, allowing the princess of Taimolia and Bai Zhiyada to restore her original body!

Roy had always had a question in his heart, what ability did Ostret, a minister of Temolia, have, and why did he issue such a vicious curse to Yada's mother? It should be noted that he did not sacrifice his life.

Now he found a reasonable explanation - the Vigima sewer has always hidden a church of the gods of the gods, and Ostret is one of the believers.

He asked the priest of the God of Omen for a curse method, which led to all the tragic events that followed.

After clarifying his clues, Roy couldn't help but feel emotion.

Once upon a time, the God of Omen cursed Yada, but today, the fate of this church is all dependent on her!

Is this the cycle of cause and effect?

Next to it, Yada rubbed the snow-white skin between her neck, as if she didn't want to go deeper, ending the topic.

"I will be responsible for the next communication with Priest Abigail. Roy, you and the two masters must be tired, go back and rest... By the way, is the materials I sent to send someone to the last time?"

"Enough, thank you for your generosity," Roy said sincerely.

"If there is any request, just ask," Sili Si's hand patted the witch hunter's shoulder a few times. "Of course, if the church and the lady in the lake are in trouble, I hope you will continue to lend a helping hand."

"Um."
Chapter completed!