Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 463 Someone poisoned me as soon as I arrived?

Am I destined to be forever bound to heresy?

Celia mentally ranted.

But she also knew why.

Because heretics have been making too many big moves lately.

First, the Deep Sea Alliance summoned the White Whale of the Sea in Ember City, and then the Arctic Blood Alliance caused a ruckus in the Mage League.

Of the two incidents, the former was relatively fortunate, as it was resolved before it caused any harm.

The latter caused significant damage, even resulting in the death of the entire population of an entire town.

Two events directly awakened the sense of crisis among the major empires.

They even put aside their prejudices and frictions and cooperated diplomatically to jointly combat heresy.

In a sense, paganism promoted peace among the great empires.

Although it's called a cooperative effort to combat these issues, in reality, apart from those small principalities, the large empires handle everything on their own. Even when faced with issues related to heretics, they don't bring it up in diplomacy.

After all, allowing foreign troops into one's own territory is bound to cause trouble no matter how you look at it.

It doesn't matter if it's a small principality; anyone can bully it.

But what's the situation on the Blue Dragon Empire's side?
Celia was curious, but quickly put her curiosity aside.

none of my business.

I'm here to see Sharon, and I'll buy some materials here while I'm at it.

As for heretics, the vast Blue Dragon Empire will handle that itself; it has nothing to do with me!
Although the dragon language magic of the Blue Dragon Empire is only passed down among a few people, one can imagine that an empire that can dominate the Mage League must be quite powerful.

Therefore, Celia had little interest in the so-called death threat.

She was just passing through Vanuatu.

As she slowly followed the group into the city, she overheard others discussing the matter.

"I wonder which sect this heresy belongs to, that it has attracted such attention from the city lord."

"Who knows if it's true or not? The death threats have been going on for over half a month, and nothing has happened."

"I suspect it's a prank; there's no heretical death threat at all."

"Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. If something really happens, we can just run away."

"..."

After listening for a while, Celia still couldn't figure out what kind of threat the death threat was.

That guy, who seemed to know the inside story and acted all mysterious, kept glancing over.

Celia pretended not to see it.

Whether there's inside information or not, what does it have to do with me?
Soon, it was Celia's turn to join the queue.

She handed the mercenary guild badge to the guard, who looked at the badge, then glanced at Celia and frowned slightly.

Celia disguised herself as an ordinary-looking girl, without such stunning beauty, but the aura she exuded was still unmatched by ordinary girls.

However, the guard was clearly not frowning because of her demeanor.

Celia asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

The guard said coldly, "There's something wrong with your identity."

Celia was taken aback.

Are these two imposters? They actually managed to see through my disguise.

That doesn't make sense, they seem like just ordinary people...

At that moment, Ross's voice came through: "Heh, they just want money, what's the problem?"

Celia suddenly realized.

She smiled, took the mercenary badge, and apologized, "I'm sorry, I forgot to show my identification."

As she spoke, she used ice magic to stick a coin onto the mercenary badge and then handed it over.

The guard sensed something unusual about the badge, feeling its shape and size, and smiled: "It turns out I was mistaken. Your identity is perfectly legitimate. Please enter the city."

Gold, silver, and copper coins differ in size, texture, and weight, and those who handle them frequently can distinguish them by touch.

The guard didn't handle gold coins often, but he remembered their feel.

The person who gave the gold coins must be of high status! The guard calmly took back the gold coins and returned the badge to Celia, his expression becoming slightly more respectful.

After thanking her, Celia entered the city of Vanner.

"Sigh, it's the same everywhere after all."

The girl sighed.

She felt a pang of heartache.

She originally intended to use silver coins, but to her surprise, she pulled out gold coins, only realizing they were gold coins when the guards took them away.

It was too late by then.

"Having too many gold coins isn't a good thing either, I always end up taking the wrong ones."

Ross smiled and said, "Then let's exchange all the gold coins for silver coins and put them in the ring."

“Silver coins don’t look good,” Celia said immediately.

Ross glared at her, annoyed.

Looking around at the buildings, Celia noticed that the architecture of the Blue Dragon Empire was completely different from that of Ishtar, subtly revealing a rugged and arrogant nature.

Rumor has it that their people abandoned their faith in gods and instead worshipped dragons, so their lives began to resemble those of the legendary dragons, and their architectural style became more imposing.

Celia glanced around casually, then found a hotel to stay in.

When I paid, the hotel staff said, "Don't leave the hotel at night for the next two nights."

Celia asked, "Why?"

"Because of the threat of death." The man didn't say more, and then stopped.

"Ok."

Celia didn't pay any attention. She went to her room, tidied up her things, asked the hotel to send her dinner, and then began to plan her itinerary.

"Tomorrow I'll check out the Sorcerer's Guild and the Mercenary's Guild to see if they have the materials I need, then I'll set off again at noon..."

Celia thought to herself.

While waiting, she took out a blank scroll and began to draw.

Before long, the hotel staff brought dinner.

Dinner was simple: a piece of bread and a sandwich, plus a plate of roasted beast meat, which was said to be the meat of a certain type of bovine magical beast, a specialty of the Blue Dragon Empire, and it was delicious.

Celia put down her pen and looked at her dinner. Just as she was about to start eating, Ross's voice suddenly came: "Don't eat the meat."

Celia paused, "Huh?"

"There is poison in the meat."

The girl blinked. "Poison?"

what's the situation?
Didn't I just arrive in Vanuatu?
They're still using a disguise.

Who poisoned me?
Soon, Celia immediately connected the dots to the 'death threat' that everyone was talking about.

No way……

The girl's face fell.

She asked, "Lord Ross, what kind of poison is in here?"

Ross pondered for a moment, then said, "A kind of poison that amplifies emotions."

"Emotional enhancement? Poison?"

Celia's knowledge of pharmacology was limited to textbooks; outside of textbooks, she knew nothing.

The textbook only listed the principles and production methods of common medicines and materials; she didn't recall any...poison that amplified emotions?
Ross said, "If the dosage is reduced to one percent of what it is now, it is a mood stabilizer and cannot be called a poison. But if the dosage is increased a hundredfold, it becomes a poison that can control a person's emotions. The poisoned person will have their emotions amplified and become very sensitive."

"sensitive……"

"Well, for example, being easily angered. You might feel slighted by a hotel waiter saying 'hello,' and then kill him, thinking that your actions were justified."

"That's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible."

"Okay... is this what everyone calls a death threat?"

Celia fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)