Witch!
In the Grand Text Society's records, they were defined as mysterious, wise, and uncanny spellcasters.
Besides wielding strange arts, they could also gain protection from certain hidden deities or powerful Spirit Monsters.
And this protection differed from a cleric's faith.
It was not a divine blessing, but rather a certain degree of protection and warning.
Viola felt an inexplicable danger. Cold sweat slid down her forehead, yet her eyes remained vigilant as she watched her surroundings, ready to flee the instant danger struck.
But after several seconds of vigilance, that sense of crisis gradually faded, then vanished completely.
Viola slumped into her chair, her back soaked and icy cold.
"What was that?" Viola muttered under her breath.
Then she began to speculate about the source of that sense of crisis.
The Church, the First Prince, and her past enemies.
After thinking it over, there was only one person who could make her this terrified.
She had already escaped from his hands several times.
Damn it! He came to Chellu?
That couldn't be right. The Church had sworn that he would not be able to leave Treasure Island. That shouldn't have been a lie.
"He isn't using the prophet to investigate me again, is he?"
"How did I end up provoking him?"
The tavern.
Dim candlelight illuminated the room. Wu Heng hung up the phone, opened the Mansion Spell, and took a bath inside.
When he came out again, the four ghosts had already returned.
Granda floated above the oak desk, her translucent fingertips guiding a fountain pen across the paper, sketching fine lines that gradually formed a highly three-dimensional map of the city's layout.
"You're all back?" Wu Heng draped the towel over the back of a chair.
"You're the only one taking it easy," the Empress Dowager