Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 40 Mysterious Masked Woman

Before dawn, loud cheers broke out in a room in the town of Hearth Bay. A bald man jumped up from his chair excitedly, shouting almost neurotically, "It's done! It's done!"

In front of him lay an account book, and next to it were piles of dazzling exorcism props.

In addition, there were three cans of blockers, which had been drunk up, leaving a sticky black line at the corner of the unkempt man's mouth.

He danced with his hands, "The curse is lifted!"

The woman who came in upon hearing the news looked at the man with a flash of disgust in her eyes, and then she hid her emotions well in her heart. She sat down opposite the man, crossed her legs, and asked, "Thank you for your hard work. The top management is very interested in this account book. You are an expert in this area, and they want to hear your opinion."

"Ha! This is a trade secret. You can't find three people in the entire continent who can separate the curse from the cursed object!"

The man held his head high, feeling ecstatic. When he successfully extracted the curse from the account book, he felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life. This was a skill that not even the Shelter Bureau had mastered, and it had been the subject of his research in the department. A genius like him was kicked out by the previous director just because of some minor violations.

Now, who has the last laugh?
The director who fired him had died long ago, and he finally made all the theories come true.

Those fools simply don't understand the greatness of this technology. If they can extract the curse, it means they will truly control the power of the evil god!
The man could already foresee his name being written into history books and worshipped by countless future generations.

"Father of Cursed Things, what do you think of this title?"

The woman frowned and glanced at the man who was so excited that he forgot everything else. She explained, "We have no intention of exploring your business secrets. We just want to know why the cursed object appeared and whether such incidents will happen again in the future."

What the consortium wants is stability, and it cannot allow a few cursed objects to ruin the entire industry.

"Ah, you're talking about this. This is an extremely low probability event."

The man raised his hand. He was not interested in the ins and outs of the account book. He said, "The essence of the appearance of cursed objects comes from human obsession. If something similar happens next time, just kill those untouchables before they know the truth. However, if your superiors are interested in artificially creating cursed objects, we can start a long-term cooperation. When I was working in the Research Department of the Containment Bureau, I did several experiments in this regard."

"I'll convey this to my superiors for you."

"Tick tock, tick tock."

The woman wanted to say something but was interrupted by a sudden light noise.

Is this... the sound of water?
Why does water sound appear?

When she looked up, she saw drops of water dripping on the bald man's head, and then the sky outside the window was covered in blood red. Although Hearth Bay was shrouded in darkness all year round, such a scene would never appear.

What made her even more panic was that she didn't notice when this strange phenomenon appeared.

The sound of water and the blood-stained sky appeared suddenly, as if time suddenly jumped when she was talking to the man.

The chill that touched her soul brought her back to reality. When she looked at the bald man again, he still maintained his previous movements, looking like he wanted to explain to her the many benefits of studying cursed objects, but he could no longer make a sound.

The man's entire body turned into an ice sculpture, but she didn't realize when it happened.

Another terrible thought came to my mind.

Only a few seconds had passed, but she felt that the man had been quiet for a long time.

Then, she felt a cold touch on the back of her hand, as if something had fallen on it. This made her shudder and she instinctively wanted to draw her gun. The woman turned her head to look at her waist, and her right hand, which had turned into an ice sculpture, stopped before touching the gun.

What kind of magic is this?
There was only one last thought left in her mind.

Then, even the mind was frozen.

… “Hiss! It’s so cold. Why is it so cold all of a sudden!?”

The guard at the door of the room shuddered violently.

His colleague who was standing guard with him also hugged his shoulders reflexively. The cold was unusual, much more biting than when they participated in the war in the north of the empire. He wanted to say something but was interrupted by the unusual scene under his feet.

The two guards looked at each other and asked uncertainly, "Was the floor wet before?"

A second ago, they could still hear the cursed object expert's endless speech, but now, the entire corridor was silent, with only their breathing left.

The two men confirmed each other's ominous premonition, drew their swords, mustered their courage, and pushed open the door.

The room was empty.

The cursed object expert and the messenger sent by the top management of the consortium were all gone, but water was indeed spreading out of the room. The floor was soaked, and ice chips could be seen melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, in Riverside Town, everything was quiet.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

Hearing a sudden noise beside her, the woman wearing a smiling mask who was guarding the mailbox looked in the direction of the sound.

The space in front of the teleportation magic node twisted into a point, and a woman wearing a vortex mask walked out of the twisted space. "It's over so soon."

The woman in the smiley mask seemed a little disappointed and muttered quietly, "Tsk, it turned out to be so smooth."

The woman wearing the vortex mask raised her left hand slightly and threw the account book and a glass jar containing an unknown tumor over.

Holding the glass bottle in her hand, the masked woman suddenly discovered something interesting and her tone suddenly became excited. "Eh? What's your look? Where did you get this bouquet of flowers? You didn't use this bouquet to take down your target just now, did you? Did you buy it from the magic item store in Hearth Bay? It looks pretty good. Tell me, how much did it cost?"

"My boyfriend gave it to me. Do you have it?"

The answer and the rhetorical question were done in one go and were powerful.

This attack dealt a critical blow to the smiling masked woman, freezing her expression. She could no longer smile. She roared in anger, "Where did you get a boyfriend? Even if you do, so what? I can't even remember how many men I've dated. You and I are not even on the same level!"

"Did they send you flowers?"

The smiling masked woman widened her eyes in disbelief. She hesitated for a long time before finally uttering, "Fuck you! Are you sick?"

This witch must have lost her mind today. Why did she suddenly become so aggressive?

She looked at the witch carefully again and found that the witch's aggressiveness was not only reflected in her words, but her eyes seemed to be about to spit fire.

Her momentum suddenly weakened a bit, and she shrank her neck, "Wait a minute, sister, have I offended you recently?"

"Was the advice you gave me before a lie?"

"Ah? What suggestions?"

"I tied him up and locked him in a cellar where no one could find him. I was the only person he could see when he opened his eyes every day. Why was he not excited at all after hearing this? Instead, he looked disgusted?"

The witch questioned her and... threatened her, "If this incident damages my image, you will be hit by an ice arrow."

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