Witch Alchemist

"Meow?"

As if sensing Roy's surprise, the black cat Domi jumped onto the table, tilted his head, and looked at his master quietly.

Roy touched its head and continued to ponder.

"It still lacks a faith as a glue!

The power of faith like Sister Windsorbell is an important force to maintain the integrity of the soul.

Many strong people have faith...

Or, belief!

This power can ensure the integrity of the soul and will not be so easily torn apart and become a wandering soul.

"Wizard's motto" is actually the same thing. It provides the necessary cohesion before the soul sublimates and the spirituality rises!"

The knowledge points are connected again.

At this time, he suddenly realized.

"Soul background" is also this kind of glue!

It unifies the basic tonality of artificial souls, and plays a role similar to "Wizard's motto" in the process of synthesizing souls.

If the "soul pigment" is successfully formulated and certain spiritualities are uniformly transformed into a designated "background color", they will aggregate with each other according to certain special principles.

This is the foundation for shaping special souls.

"Codenamed "White Rose", Angel Zero Prototype...

Let it believe in me and use me as glue!

And explore the secret of becoming a god! "

Roy wrote and drew on his notebook, and soon, he established a spiritual bonding mode inspired by the power of faith.

This has actually far exceeded the scope of what he should touch at the current stage, and began to enter the realm of gods.

By then, even if he made a "hand-made" or "decoration" level golem, it would be enough to pass the test of the organization.

But in that case, he would inevitably enter the vision of some great wizards.

This is probably to grasp a degree.

...

"Today's news, the Tulip Principality urgently issued the "Environmental Protection Act" to deal with the frequent accidents in recent times...

Divided into time periods, blocks, staggered coal burning, limited purchases...

Collect governance fees..."

After a while, it was the end of April.

Roy looked at the newspaper speechlessly.

"Although the weather is about to get warmer, the decree will not have much impact now...

But the next winter, the civilians will have a hard time. "

The black cat Domi was licking his fingers beside him. There was some butter on them, but he sucked them clean.

Master, it's so good to suck!

The cat thought so, making a comfortable, purring sound.

"Forget it, it's none of my business. I'm a wizard playing in the human world now, and I don't have time to care about these things."

"Lord Roy, there's news from the Snow Castle that a new batch of ice element meat mushrooms has been harvested again!

That tumorous magic source can indeed replace ice element gem fragments...

But the shelf life is relatively short."

Just then, Atidiya walked in and presented a secret telegram.

This world already has technological products, but before mortals used them to deal with the mysterious people, the mysterious people had already begun to enjoy their results.

"According to the date, Yolanda gave birth not long after we came to Aplanni, right?"

After listening to the report, Roy thought of the pregnant woman.

"Yes, it's a daughter. "

Attia said.

"It's hard for her. She has to continue working for me even with a big belly."

Roy sighed.

However, the people in this world are not well educated. It's not easy for him to let others replace her job. The pregnant woman and the lady can only take turns.

"If the training process stabilizes, it can be handed over to other maids to take care of.

When her child is older, I will teach her the mysterious knowledge of the wizard world to see if she has the potential to become an apprentice."

Roy said to Attia.

"Yes, I will reply like this."

Attia has recently mastered the new skill of telegraphing and is eager to try.

"Go ahead. "

Roy waved his hand, put away the newspaper, picked up the kitten, and went into the alchemy room to get busy.

...

Windsorbell hadn't appeared for a while.

Roy asked around while doing alchemy, and found out that the arrogance of the Lord of the Black Mist had not subsided with the warming climate, but had become more and more arrogant.

As a member of the lawful good church, she frequently appeared in the front line of disaster relief, but was very busy.

"I have investigated her background, and it seems that she was born as a shepherdess of a farm family...

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

After becoming a nun, she did good deeds everywhere and was respected by the common people, but she spent too much time and energy here, and didn't know how to make money and make progress..."

The dark elf was bored and did his old job, and then told Roy the results of the investigation.

"Oh, really?"

Roy was surprised when he heard it.

"This kind of altruistic behavior can indeed be called kindness."

"Kindness? I think it's stupid! "Planjie sneered.

"She is willing to go to the front line in person and take action, instead of making some bland remarks and then seeking fame and reputation and sitting back to enjoy the fruits of her labor.

This is already worthy of respect."

Roy shook his head and disagreed with what Planjie said.

Of course, if you spend too much time and energy on these things, you will inevitably be unable to make a living.

It is really troublesome to find people to donate all day long.

Since he met her, Roy has donated money several times. If he put it in a well-off family, it would be enough for several years.

He remembered the reason why Windsor Bell was busy. After a little research, he found that this was a concept god bound to "smog" and "air pollution". It usually exists in the technological world or arcane world with developed industry.

The evil god Uyaer is the god of madness and confusion, accompanied by various mental illnesses and foolish behavior.

This is not unique to industrial society, but it has been strengthened by the expansion of population size.

In addition, there are money and greed, oceans and pollution, wars and plagues, which appear from time to time and endanger this world.

But for the time being, their harmfulness and activity are far less than Uyaer, let alone the Lord of Black Mist.

So, it is not a disaster for the time being.

The authorities mainly deal with the Lord of Black Mist, and the cultists often make a fuss around this evil god. Only those extremely crazy lunatics will provoke Uyaer.

...

A few days later.

Roy was testing his results in the alchemy room when he suddenly received a report from Planjie.

"The nun was choked by the poisonous fog and was hospitalized!"

Roy was speechless after hearing this.

But think about it carefully, if you often walk by the river, how can you not get your feet wet?

She is not an extraordinary person, and it is normal for her to be harmed by carelessness.

"She should not be dead."

"That's not the case. After all, the church is not like an ordinary civilian family, and it can still afford basic treatment."

"Let's go visit her."

Roy thought about it and said to Planjie.