The evil witch BOSS just wants to develop in a low profile

“Bang!”

Biting down and enduring the stinging pain from the depths of his soul, [Arsonist] Clyde Joshua slammed the thick iron door shut and fastened the safety bolt.

“Damn spellcaster!”

He cursed through gritted teeth as he began to take off his wet clothes.

Although it was a rainy day, it was precisely the rain that helped him conceal his tracks more effectively.

He had used an extra portion of the 12-pound “Concealment Dust.”

This was a good item purchased from the Transcendent black market, which could more effectively mask his aura.

With the heavy rain and the Concealment Dust, he believed it was enough to shake off that damn “spellcaster.”

After changing into dry clothes,

Clyde Joshua lay exhausted on the sofa in the safe house.

“Huff… Huff…”

With each breath, his soul throbbed with pain.

The injuries to his body, coupled with the exhaustion of his soul, and the side effects of the potent potion, made him drowsy.

In a hazy blur,

Clyde Joshua had a terrible dream.

In the dream, that demon-like terrifying figure somehow found his “safe house.”

The figure standing outside the door performed some bizarre ritual with a candle.

A horrifying scene unfolded before him as he saw himself uncontrollably rise, undo the safety bolt, and pull open the iron door.

That demonic, terrifying figure… came in!

At that moment, Clyde Joshua woke up from the nightmare in terror.

“Huff…”

Awakened, he glanced at the iron door of the safe house not far away.

Fortunately, the door was closed!

It was just a nightmare; that terrifying figure hadn't chased him.

Slightly relieved, he wanted to get up and find something to eat.

But the next moment, his heart nearly stopped, his body trembled slightly, and his face turned a ghastly pale.

That terrifying nightmare became a reality at this moment!

A large, silver-white snake tightly coiled around him.

And that demon-like spellcaster was sitting on the sofa opposite him.

He was even holding a meticulously bound copy of [The Rise of the St. Sman Empire] and reading it intently.

“Oh? Awake!”

Zorn looked up, a cold smile curving his lips as he looked at the Mafia boss before him.

That smile, like the palm of a demon, gripped Clyde Joshua's heart tightly, making it hard for him to breathe.

Zorn closed the book, sat up slightly straighter, and looked at the restrained Mafia boss, Clyde Joshua.

When he guided the [Arsonist], whose spirituality was ebbing away due to the ritual, to open the door,

Zorn used [Evil Spirit·Authority] on him for the second time.

It was a deep and penetrating reshaping, a reshaping that broke down the other party's spiritual defenses.

After all, the other party was a Tier 2 [Arsonist] with extreme vigilance, so the effect was there, but not very good.

Now, it was possible to use it for the third time.

As Zorn used [Evil Spirit·Authority] again,

Clyde Joshua, who was already under control and struggling with little resistance, had his will to resist weakened significantly on a psychological level.

This third use of [Evil Spirit·Authority] was particularly effective.

The somewhat resistant attitude gradually turned into dejection, followed by a slight stiffness and unconscious twitching on his face.

Seeing this, Zorn rubbed his brow.

Forcibly and deeply reshaping the other party's sequence spirituality, changing (twisting) the other party's soul will, this method was certainly powerful, but it had this one drawback: it easily led to sequence loss of control and distortion.

“Who is your patron?”

Zorn cut to the chase, getting straight to the point.

Clyde Joshua's body trembled, and he twisted his head strangely from side to side, seemingly resisting Zorn's inquiry.

“Tell me, who is your patron, and perhaps I can give you a chance to survive.”

Zorn tried to weaken the other party's psychological defenses with words.

People always have a侥幸心理 (jiǎoxìng xīnlǐ - a fluke mentality/tendency to hope for luck).

Sure enough, upon hearing Zorn's words, Clyde Joshua spoke in a rough and hoarse voice.

“It’s… Baron Brinn!”

Baron Brinn?

As the key information was supplemented,

The information network in Zorn's mind instantly cleared away a large area of ​​mist.

The “Homer Mafia” was the surface force, and its backer and patron, “Baron Brinn,” was the key point of the [Event].

Baron Brinn was a nobleman who was good at smuggling and trading with secret sects, and he possessed a considerable fortune.

He could be considered a nobleman with some means.

“Under Baron Brinn's protection, what aspects of smuggling do you mainly engage in?”

Zorn's inquiry caused Clyde Joshua to raise his stiff neck and look at him.

Clearly, Zorn knew more than he had imagined.

After a moment, Clyde Joshua opened his mouth and said.

“It’s [Blood-Veined Reefstone] obtained from the 'Blood-Duergar Natives' and the sacrifice of marine resources from the ocean.”

Is that really so?

Hearing this, Zorn rubbed his brow.

During this period, what Zorn had learned was that the current development progress of the steam wave was faster than he had imagined.

Those secret sects had already begun to vigorously develop their power in the depths of the ocean.

They had even formed a dark commercial chain of interests.

From the depths of the ocean, in unregulated areas, they took those natives and spiritual marine creatures for blood sacrifices to obtain special blood sacrifice resources, [Blood-Veined Reefstone].

Then, they smuggled it into internal cities to earn valuable pounds and used these pounds to continue expanding their power in the depths of the ocean.

Once those secret sects grew stronger,

Those evil spirits, Zorn's fellow BOSSes who were loyal to the evil god's secret sects, would also grow stronger along with them.

They might even devour Zorn in turn.

And this was precisely what Zorn did not want to see.

“Which secret sect is trading with Baron Brinn?”

Amidst his thoughts, Zorn asked again.

This time, [Arsonist] Clyde did not hesitate; he shook his head very decisively.

“Baron Brinn always has us put the resources in the warehouse.”

“The other party will take away those sacrifices.”

“I am only responsible for transporting the goods and protecting their safety; other matters are not for me to inquire about.”

Zorn was not surprised by this answer.

Since those secret sects were called secret sects, they were naturally cautious in their actions.

In different versions, the map of O'Glan City was different, so the secret sect's stronghold would naturally not be fixed.

The secret sect that Baron Brinn cooperated with would not be too certain, or even more than one.

However, Baron Brinn used the gang to control the "Grino Wharf Transportation Company," which seriously damaged Zorn's interests.

Zorn not only wanted to take back what belonged to him, but also wanted to make him pay a terrible price, and use this to crack down on those evil god organizations and suppress fellow BOSSes.

Stroking his fingers, Zorn lowered his voice and asked.

“You should have collected and stored a lot of criminal evidence about Baron Brinn, right!”

[Arsonist] Clyde's body trembled.

“Yes!”

He responded stiffly.

These Mafia bosses, reaching this position, obviously had their own awareness.

They were also afraid that one day they would be pushed out by the patron above as scapegoats.

They had to grasp enough black material evidence of the patron so that it could play a role at a critical moment.

“Where is it?”

“It’s in the hidden compartment of the bookshelf behind you.”

Hearing this, Zorn couldn't help but smile.

These Mafia bosses all had the same personality.

They were ruthless to others and equally ruthless to their own people.

If you dared to tear apart your face, they would dare to go down with you.

“I guess the wealth you have accumulated is inside, right?”

“Yes!”

His voice became increasingly hoarse and deep.

At the same time, some pungent smoke began to spread and drift on his body, and the smell of scorching began to spread.

Mentioning wealth seemed to touch [Arsonist]'s reverse scale.

Distortion and loss of control were sliding into an irreversible abyss.

“Cough cough…”

He coughed heavily twice, and black tar mixed with sparks spewed out of his mouth.

Feeling that the information he had asked was almost enough,

Zorn finally asked.

“Are there any [Blood-Veined Reefstone] resource reserves at the pier ready for trading? Where is the specific storage location?”

“Uh… uh…”

[Arsonist] Clyde let out a low growl like a beast from his mouth.

His body was heating up as if it were a piece of burning charcoal.

While twisting and struggling, he spoke in a low voice about the important resource information of the pier.

Listening to his description, Zorn's heart surged with a slight emotion of joy.

[Blood-Veined Reefstone] and other sacrificial resources had little effect on ordinary Transcendent.

But for evil spirit wizards, the effect was excellent.

Zorn came here to make trouble for the pier gang.

On the one hand, it was to take back what belonged to him and, incidentally, to report the nobleman who had provoked him.

On the other hand, it was to see if his luck was good enough to see if the pier gang had smuggled resources in their hands.

Now it seemed that his luck was quite good.

Not only were there smuggled goods in the pier warehouse controlled by the [Homer Mafia], but it seemed that there were quite a few of them.

After he finished speaking,

“哗啦啦 (huālā lā - sound of crackling)…”

[Arsonist] Clyde burned open like a raging, fiery flame.

The arsonist completely lost control.

At the same time, Zorn also unleashed the [Evil Spirit·Authority] that he had prepared long ago, and poured it fiercely into the depths of his spirituality.

“嗤 (chī - hiss)——”

It was as if the blade of death had been poured into the depths of the soul.

The raging flames instantly seemed to have lost their backbone; although they were burning fiercely, they did not radiate wantonly.

[Evil Spirit·Authority] could reshape spirituality; at the same time, it also had the ability to destroy Transcendent spirituality.

At the same time, the double-ringed snake, unafraid of flames, quickly dragged him to the fireplace on the side.

“哗啦啦 (huālā lā)…”

The fireplace fire, with the Transcendent as fuel, burned fiercely.

Zorn used the fireplace fire to open the hidden compartment behind the bookshelf.

It was time to take stock of the harvest.