The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 760

Chapter 760: The Old Day Imprinter’s Methods

Simultaneously, Sherris recounted the memories she had obtained from the Black-Robed Person’s brain. These Old Day Imprinters, through rituals, summoned a portion of the Outer Gods’ power. They then collected and cultivated this power, eventually creating pigments to paint artworks.

It was difficult for mortals to accurately reproduce the image of an Outer God, or even comprehend it; those who saw it went mad. However, through a series of special methods, they had managed to grasp some avatars or abstract representations. Although still extremely dangerous, they could control this power to a certain degree.

The specific implementation process, methods, and technology were very complex, such as how to collect divine power, how to make pigments, how to paint artworks, and how to summon and control them. Sherris couldn’t explain it all clearly at once, but the ultimate goal was to create controllable Outer God power.
This act could be considered blasphemy. Imagine if someone tried to collect God’s power and paint an idol of it, then achieve control by summoning the painted false voice. That would be the worst form of sacrilege, and the Church would undoubtedly fight them to the death if they found out.

Fortunately, according to Sherris, they had not yet managed to truly recreate any Outer God. They couldn’t even do so through paintings, only managing to recreate some of their Kinh and lower-tier races, like Roiger and The Colour Out Of Space, who had just emerged from the paintings.

The most perfect work was the Gatanozor painting directly facing the doorway. It contained a trace of the Outer God’s true divine power and depicted an avatar of Gatanozor. Anyone who saw it would be petrified.

“But this Painted World is an exception. Within this Painted World, they used a special method to obtain an offspring of an Outer God. It is with its power that this Painted World was built. They are also capturing so many people to cultivate this Outer God offspring’s strength,” Sherris said.

“Is it this giant plant?” As soon as I saw these huge vines, I felt something was wrong. Moreover, this painting depicted distorted flowers, and the Black-Robed People’s bodies were also filled with these demonic flowers. It was obvious there was a connection.

“Yes,” Sherris nodded, then pointed in the direction the vines were stretching. “Just follow the direction of the vines, and you will reach its center.”

“Alright, if what you say is true, then this IS a huge threat that must be dealt with first. We must kill this so-called Outer God offspring,” the Knight Captain said, rousing himself.

Compared to capturing a Witch, an Outer God’s offspring was clearly more terrifying, especially since it was being nurtured within the city. If it were accidentally released, it would cause unimaginable horrific consequences in Cando City. Even avenging his brothers became a secondary matter.

So, we walked forward along the vines. To be honest, having an outsider tag along was quite awkward, and the atmosphere remained silent. Apart from exchanging intelligence about the enemy, there was almost nothing else to talk about.

Furthermore, he hadn’t recovered his stamina and needed to lean on his sword to walk, making him very slow. I couldn’t stand it any longer and handed him a potion: “Drink this. It should help a bit.”

“What is this?” The Knight Captain looked vigilantly at the potion in my hand, unwilling to take it.

“A magic potion. Although you are not a Mage, it also contains ingredients for recovery. And you expended too much energy in the recent combat. It should help you recover a little,” I said, extending the potion again.

“I don’t want a Witch’s potion. I brought my own medicine,” the Knight Captain was still wary. He wouldn’t think drinking the medicine I gave him would turn him into a toad, would he?

“If you had medicine, you would have drunk it already. In your current state, you won’t be useful if combat breaks out later, and you’ll slow us down while traveling. I just don’t want to bring a burden. Do I need medicine to kill you?” I sneered.

The Knight Captain felt like my words made sense and hesitantly took it. The main reason was that he truly couldn’t bear being a burden at such a crucial moment.

He carefully uncorked the bottle, and a refreshing fragrance immediately invigorated him. In fact, seeing so many suffocating monsters earlier had severely impacted his sanity, but he only felt somewhat normal due to his strong will.

Now he realized that his seemingly normal spirit was actually quite exhausted. To resist those mental shocks, he had been keeping himself on edge, using his will to resist madness, like a taut string about to snap.

Instinct told the Knight Captain that he desperately needed the potion in front of him. So, he no longer hesitated and drank it in one gulp, without testing it for poison or tasting a few drops. As the Witch had said, if she truly wanted to deal with him, she wouldn’t need medicine.

The moment the potion went down, the Knight Captain felt all his exhaustion vanish completely. Strength returned to his body, his brain became clear and sharp, and he almost instantly returned to his peak condition.

“Witch’s medicine is THAT effective?!” the Knight Captain asked in surprise. There was medicine for stamina recovery in the army, but compared to this potion’s effect, it was mere shoddy merchandise.

“This was originally meant for Mages to replenish their magic. Using it for stamina recovery is like using a sledgehammer to swat a fly,” I said casually, providing a common excuse. Many people marveled at my potions similarly.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll turn on you immediately now?” the Knight Captain asked. With his sword in hand and having regained his optimal state, he was indeed daring enough to try.

“If I really wanted to turn on you, why would I be talking to you? I believe you can see the situation clearly and understand what’s most important,” I rolled my eyes at him.

At the same time, I noticed something. From our conversation, he knew I was a Witch because he was sent to capture Witches, not because he knew I caused the corruption.

These same knights were present at the execution of Witches on the execution ground, indicating they should be a unit specialized in dealing with Witches, or specifically assigned to handle Witch-related matters.

The problem arises: who knew I was a Witch and betrayed me? Could it be one of Lair’s people who sold me out? If so, that would be truly heartbreaking.

But there was no reason for it. I saw them all as people who repaid kindness. Besides, we had no conflicts or clashes of interest. Even capturing me wouldn’t benefit them at all, and they hadn’t shown any particular aversion to Witches before.

The reason I wasn’t in a hurry to kill the Knight Captain for his memories was twofold. Firstly, I valued his Combat Power and felt that having an extra helper was indeed necessary in this unfamiliar environment.

Secondly, he was just an enforcer, likely sent by his superior. He might genuinely not know who betrayed me.