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Chapter 139 - The Talking Cat

Outside of Starbreeze, in a barn on a farm.

With multiple fractures all over his body and internal bleeding, as well as being tainted by evil, Eleazar collapses in a pile of straw, vomiting blood one moment, gasping for air and sweating profusely.

There was a disturbance in the body's transcendental activity, one moment it was healing injuries, the next it was digesting magic potions, and the next it was expelling contaminated and mutated eyeballs, fingers, tentacles, and other sorts of disgusting things from the body.

Operating on all three ends, any other Sequencer would have been tossed to his death long ago.

It was only an inhuman body like his that had experienced it that was still holding up.

Now this is a good situation to deal with, just desperately replenish the Transcendental Activity, drain the Evil God's contamination and you'll be relieved.

Provided that he can resist this affliction of being tortured by pollution.

Evelea simmered Dark Witch Soup behind the straw pile.

"You're taking too much of a chance."

Eleazar gasped, thinking back to the incredibly thrilling scene he had just witnessed.

Charmed, boarded, and just as they ducked, people came down, and if they hadn't quickly added a spell, the two of them would have been caught red-handed by the Church.

But if that acolyte had been a bit more perceptive, sensed something was wrong, and returned to stop the car, they would have been in the dungeon by now.

It was costly to hoodwink a powerhouse of that level, and the power of fate they had accumulated was nearly consumed.

"It's done."

The witch, who had no reflective awareness at all, cheerfully handed over a whole pot of medicinal soup.

The blood-red medicinal juice rose up in a weird red mist, with a fishy odor.

Authentic Dark Witch Soup from the Coven.

Saving his life, Eleazar didn't bother with the taste or toxicity and just cupped it up and took a big gulp.

Sour, bitter, numb, and a burning sizzling pain when swallowed.

Soon, the toxicity spread through the body, and with a gust of tearing pain, the lost transcendental activity began to recover quickly.

This was followed by another round of healing, digestion, and rejection, a process that went on and on in a cycle, from noon, tossing and turning into the evening.

Luckily it was only the physical body that was contaminated, if it was the spirit again, he wouldn't even have a cure.

"Phew ..."

Eleazar leaned heavily against the pile of straw, feeling only as bad as if his body had been emptied.

[Magic potion residue: 350  50]

That Evil God Favored One, in fact, had not completely transformed, but he had sensed the omen of a holy light cast down at that time, and could only run for his life, and fortunately didn't lose a lot of money.

No, it's a big loss, the project box wasn't picked up!

Suddenly realizing this, Eleazar, who had all but half-lidded his eyelids in preparation for falling asleep, jerked awake and hastily fumbled for something on his person.

No!

Really didn't pick it up!

It was a whole box of Transcendent Silver Wire, almost 100 grams of it, and it would take at least 100,000 grams of ordinary silver to refine it.

Lost hundreds of thousands of dollars on my own!

The calculations were done and Eleazar was suddenly so distraught he could hardly breathe.

A sum that large could buy an estate in the suburbs.

Or start a company and make money legally with superhuman abilities.

Wondering how the hundreds of thousands of dollars would be spent, Eleazar drifted off to sleep again.

...

"Evelea is the cutest~"

"Evelea is the best in the world~"

"Evelea is the favorite~"

Eleazar slowly raises his eyelids and averts his eyes expressionlessly.

"What are you ghosting in my ear for?"

The witch sat down on her knees beside him and cocked her head.

"I didn't say anything~"

"Okay then, I was the one who was just dreaming."

"Hey, are you hungry, I made you food."

The witch held the tray at her side over.

Eleazar looked away.

A cup of milk of some kind, a couple of boiled potatoes, two eggs, and a pinch of salt.

"What kind of food is this again?"

But being really hungry, Eleazar didn't pick at the food too much and finished it off.

"Go take a shower."

The witch pulled out another stack of brand new clothes from behind her, "I just went out to the town and bought a suit."

Eleazar didn't believe her, so he took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time.

3:20 AM ...

Needless to say, the suit must have been stolen again.

"Ehehe~"

Eleazar gave her a blank look and stepped out of the barn, looking again at the lighted, but silent house next to him.

"What have you done with the owner of this house?"

"Nothing much, just keeping them quiet and asleep."

Eleazar half-heartedly entered the house, and then, in the hall with the fireplace burning, saw the family of the house, lying neatly asleep on the carpet.

First the car breaks down and carries two plagues back, then the barn inexplicably collapses and the doors won't open, and finally the house is haunted and the family is stunned.

If the man of the house had been conscious, he would have complained about what human misery this was.

"Keep an eye out, I've lost something that may have alerted the Church to the fact that the vanished Witcher is active again."

"It's okay, I've already used the Fate spell to eliminate your trajectory, so as long as you're not caught red-handed, they'll never find you."

The witch bounced around with her hands behind her back, looking smug.

Eleazar sighed hopelessly, clutching his clothes as he walked to the bathroom where hot water was already running and cleaned himself thoroughly.

In the middle of the day, he rubbed his damp hair and walked out, going to the fireplace and roasting the fire.

At his feet was that family of four, a couple and two kids.

With a sudden frown, Eleazar crouches down and lifts the leg of one of the boy's pants.

Foot Joint Bracket.

Very common polio...

"I heard it was some kind of neurovirus?"

Eleazar thought for a moment and rummaged through the last bottle of healing potion, dropping a drop out and diluting it with water a dozen times.

After his last test on the train, he was almost able to grasp the dosage to give to the average person.

Pried the boy's mouth open and poured a few drops of the light red potion in.

In no time at all, the boy's body rolled as if on fire, his face was in extreme pain, his mouth overflowed with white foam, and then the hair on his body began to fall out, and his complexion gradually turned white, as if he had become a leukemia patient.

Eleazar takes his time checking his health.

"Pulse is normal..."

"Normal heart rhythm..."

"Vital signs returned to normal..."

The horrible reaction in the boy subsided as the effects of the drug passed.

"Good, not poisoned."

"Well, it's up to your luck to be cured."

Eleazar stands up and takes care of the rest.

At that moment, the witch's voice suddenly came from upstairs.

"Check it out, there are talking cats here!"

Eleazar looked up at the sound and his senses swept around, not noticing anything out of the ordinary, but quickly ran upstairs to his room and glanced around.

"What kind of talking cat?"

The witch stood on her tiptoes and blew a hot breath gently in his ear.

"Meow~"

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