Chapter 212: Chapter 212 Where’s My Mercury Maid?_1
The man’s physique?
Aiden was startled.
Why does it have the physique of a man? Where did my mercury maid go?
After hesitating for a while, he turned to Abigail, "This shape is a bit different from what I’ve seen before."
"The spell set by Vila is designed to make the appearance of the mercury golem resemble the owner. Is there a problem?" Abigail asked with a tone of nonchalance.
Hearing this, Aiden turned back to the mercury golem and took a good look again.
The mercury golem placed its right hand on its left shoulder and leaned forward slightly, like a thoroughly polite butler.
"Quite nice," Aiden quickly accepted.
Be that as it may, the thing originally had no gender anyway, turning into a T-1000 isn’t bad, at least it’s a Terminator, a Shape-shifting and fighting robot, now that’s a man’s romance!
Then Abigail took out a bottle of potion and put it on the coffee table, "Next is the pain amplifier potion made by Lamia, just two drops are effective, and consuming sixty milliliters at once could permanently greatly amplify a person’s pain perception. It can be used to treat lack of pain sensation, or for torture. This bottle has about two hundred milliliters, if you’re not confident, you can take it for a test first."
"Thank you," Aiden replied.
Although it’s unlikely that the Witch Assembly would tamper with it, Aiden decided to have Meiruki Slave analyze it first, and only after animal experimentation, use it on Avansa.
"Lastly, this is the reward I promised Your Lordship," said Abigail.
Just as Aiden was about to ask how it would be given, Abigail grabbed her index finger on her left hand and then... snapped it off with ease, as if breaking off a twig.
Aiden was dumbfounded.
Before he could react, Abigail flung the finger toward him, "Please catch."
Aiden could only reach out and catch the severed finger flying in a parabola.
Here, he couldn’t show any sign of fear, he had to be calm, these were just minor scenes—he kept reminding himself internally.
But when Abigail’s severed finger began to wiggle in his gloved hand, even scratching the palm of his hand, he still got goosebumps all over.
"Remove your glove, and that finger will fuse with you," Abigail said calmly.
Aiden immediately felt a tingling on his scalp.
"If you’re worried I’ve tampered with it, we can change the terms," Abigail suddenly said, "But given your status, you shouldn’t hesitate like this."
Aiden realized that if he refused here, Abigail might sense that his actual status was far lower than hers, and the consequences might well be more severe than simply nullifying the deal.
From Abigail’s perspective, if she tampered with it, she naturally had the opportunity to gauge the truth and even blackmail with it—but that too would carry no small risk, after all, she didn’t yet know the extent of his strength or who was backing him.
At this point in the transaction, Abigail had no reason to bear such risk at this crucial moment, so the likelihood of foul play was probably not high...
With this in mind, Aiden removed his glove and placed the finger in the palm of his hand.
Then the next second, the finger directly burrowed into his palm, vanishing without a trace.
His palm ached as Aiden felt the finger swiftly travel up his wrist, to his forearm, his shoulder... until it finally reached his heart, then the foreign sensation disappeared without a trace, as if the finger had merged into his body at that spot.
"It’s really... a peculiar sensation," he forced a smile and chuckled dryly.
Being penetrated by a severed finger was a bizarre experience he absolutely did not want to go through a second time.
"With this, you’ve gained a key to bring yourself back to life," Abigail said calmly, and as she spoke, her severed finger rapidly regrew, "Moreover, I must remind you that this power of resurrection originates from me, and if I die first, this ability will also vanish."
"Good, then let’s move on to your compensation," Aiden brought out a well-sealed urn, which was covered with seals inscribed with necromantic runes, "I’ve left four people’s worth of divinity inside; the Divine Decree of ’Fecundity’ should also be preserved intact within."
Thanks to Asenna’s guardian spirit, Aiden effortlessly took away the true body of Sister Neve, who had passed on her inheritance, and then used necromancy to process it into ashes.
Aiden had examined the divinity remaining within Sister Neve’s remains, and if he were to convert it into the skill point units he was familiar with, it was roughly a substantial eight points. After finalizing the terms with the coven of witches, he directly extracted half of the divinity from the remains using the method taught to him by Melifilia.
Additionally, with the point of divinity that Father Bales was forced to transfer to him, he was now only one step away from sainthood in terms of divinity.
The remaining problem was mastering the appropriate Divine Decrees; with the current progress, he should be able to become a saint before that person comes looking for him.
Suddenly, Abigail recited a Divine Decree, and under its influence, Aiden’s solid wooden desk came to life. Thick vines burst forth from the surface, coiled around the urn, and delivered it to Abigail.
"Indeed... I can feel the divinity inside," Abigail did a simple confirmation, taking the urn, "I’ve received it."
At the same time, the vines quickly and seamlessly retracted.
"Then our transaction is complete," Aiden leaned back in his chair, satisfied.
"You still have one opportunity to make a request of the witches’ assembly," Abigail suddenly reminded him.
"You actually plan to keep your promise?" Aiden raised an eyebrow.
He hadn’t held much hope for the verbal promise Abigail had made. If the coven of witches failed to fulfill this additional condition after he handed over Sister Neve’s remains, Aiden didn’t have much recourse.
"Of course, after all, I do owe you a favor," Abigail replied without changing her expression.
Aiden thought to himself, you sure didn’t remember that when you were selling me out in that ruined village...
"I don’t have anything for the moment..." Aiden began, then suddenly changed his mind, "Well, if I must say, I actually have an enemy, that I’d like you to deal with."
"The mighty Heretic Inquisitor wants to hire witches to commit murder?" Abigail seemed slightly surprised by Aiden’s request.
"Don’t worry, my enemy is indeed a heinous criminal... you probably know him as well," Aiden raised a finger, "The Blood Moon Cult, you must be familiar with it."
"Ah, I have an impression..." Abigail nodded, "Five years ago, we had a bit of friction with them."
"Five years ago, the Inquisition dismantled that cult, but the founder got away. I’m hoping, should the opportunity arise, you could kill that person," Aiden stated calmly, "The Inquisition doesn’t have his information, but my investigation suggests he’s the ’Saint of Hatred’ and holds the sole authority, just that he hasn’t been able to complete the rite of ascension."
The power of the witches’ assembly was worth utilizing. If they could kill that person for him, he would be able to rest easy.
"Ah, it must be that person," Abigail seemed to recall something.
"You know him?" Aiden was a bit surprised.
"After the Blood Moon Cult’s assault failed, a representative wearing a mask, who called himself ’Mr. Blood Coat,’ came near Banquet Forest. He shouted over from a distance, offering an apology to me and hoped that we would not pursue the cult’s attack on the witches’ assembly," Abigail explained.
"Mr. Blood Coat..." Aiden mused, "And then you accepted?"
"We did, after all, he also offered compensation."
"What kind of compensation?" Aiden asked curiously.
What could have persuaded the witches’ assembly to back off—could it have been something related to divinity and Divine Decrees?
Abigail fell silent for a while before replying, "It was money."
