Chapter 239: It can’t be that the Holy Grandson is a witch?
"Today is indeed a day of ups and downs. I must first inform you about Andal. He is going back alone ahead of schedule.

Andal had been excluded for too long, and he had too much anger in his heart, so he behaved rudely again and again.

We made a mistake in judgment. Andal is not adapted to the situation here.

If the Holy Grandson signs the first or second contract as per our wishes and acts only as a spiritual leader, Andal would be suitable as an officer to train soldiers.

Because they are dependent on us, Andal can take the opportunity to cultivate our people in the Savior Army.

But Shengsun signed the third contract. Although we no longer need to support them with materials, we have to consider their internal emotional issues.

Andal was born the second son of a knight, and he took his noble status too seriously.

In his defense, he had always been polite and only complained in secret, but because of his identity and tone, he was still disliked by the Salvation Army members.

I must say, the witch named Jeanne is not as straightforward as she seems.

I don't know whether she figured it out herself or heard it from Armand, because before she arrived, I saw her talking to the little monk.

She saw through our attitude and the possibility that Andal would seize the training rights.

She deliberately took us to the recruit camp, pretending to be stupid and misleading Andal.

If Andal had considered the purpose of our visit, controlled his emotions, and maintained basic respect, what happened next would not have happened at all.

But he was blinded by anger and arrogance. He underestimated the fighting power of the Saviors and actually asked himself to fight against ten opponents. He was knocked unconscious by the magical crossbow.

Andal made a fool of himself in public. He doesn't get any respect here. It's useless even if we keep him here.

The Lightning Witch achieved her goal, and Andal could no longer divide her army.

Of course, this is just my personal guess. Maybe she was just doing it out of disgust or fun. The behavior of a witch is always extreme and unpredictable.

Except you.

Next, we will continue to try to find a group within the Salvation Army that can replace that person. I don’t think this action has much chance of being realized, but what if?
I wish you well.

Mitternich."

The night is like water and the lights are like beans.

In the cold wind that seeped in through the window gaps, Mitternich rolled up the letter and put it into a specially made small wooden tube.

Next to the stove in the house, a lazy bird as big as a pigeon was dozing against the stove, and the flames were about to burn its wings.

"Wake up, wake up." Mitternich used his fingers to wake up this strange bird that was responsible for delivering messages, and in the face of its dissatisfied look, he stuffed the wooden tube into its throat.

Opening the window, the sloth bird fluttered its translucent wings and flew into the low-hanging clouds, disappearing from Mitternich's sight.

This lazy bird can deliver letters not only because it can find its way and is extremely fast, but also because when it dies it will use acid to destroy the letters in its stomach to prevent the news from being leaked.

Sitting in front of the fire, Mitternich took out a bottle of wine from his luggage.

He really couldn't understand why the leader of 20,000 people couldn't find a bottle of wine.

Pouring the purple-red wine into the copper cup, Mitternich took two sips, but he thought of the clockwork gun he had seen in the morning.

In the afternoon, in order to prove what he said, Horn asked Mitternich to try the clockwork gun.

The result was just as Horn said, only the so-called Saint-favored ones could use it.

Stroking the copper cup in his hand, Mitternich stared at the bright red reflection in the wine in a daze.

Why can only the Saintly Ones use it? Is there some strange mechanism?
It is impossible that this holy grandson is really the grandson of the holy father. That would be too ridiculous.

After shaking the wine glass in his hand, causing the reflection to sway, Mitternich seemed to have grasped something and muttered to himself:
"Why is the process of mortals becoming Saint-Favored after being infected so similar to the witch disease... Impossible, impossible, if it was the witch disease, how could so many Saint-Favored people not have sequelae?
And there are so many witch followers, could it be that all of them were infected by Ranna alone? Could it be that the Holy Grandson is a witch?"

With a self-deprecating smile, Mitternich poured all the wine into his mouth. What was he thinking? Horn was a man after all.

Speaking of witches, Mitternich couldn't help but think of the attitude of ordinary people in the Salvation Army towards witches. Every time this happened, he had to respect the Saint Sun's ability to incite and deceive.

Those ordinary people actually treated Jeanne as a saint, even though they saw the "saint" use magic!
Mithnet specifically asked Armand about this question, and the explanation he got was roughly as follows:

Angels can be tempted by the devil, so why can't witches convert to the Father? Is the devil stronger than the Father?
According to this logic, angels are the assistants of the Holy Father, and witches are the assistants of the Devil. After the exchange of equivalents, the status of the Holy Woman should be equivalent to that of an angel.

In this way, Jeanne, as a witch, really did not suffer any discrimination from anyone.

Maybe this will be useful in the future? After all, Mitternich's boss, Catherine, is a witch.

After two glasses of wine, Mitternich gradually felt sleepy. When he felt his eyelids twitching, he stopped thinking.

Walking to the window, Mitternich was about to draw the curtains and go to sleep, but his eyes could not help but linger on the bedroom where Horn and others lived in the distance.

It was a mysterious place with a striking spire, the only place Mitternich was not allowed to visit.

Trying hard to lift his heavy eyelids, Mitternich wondered if he was hallucinating because he was too sleepy, but he seemed to see the spire in the bedroom flashing.

…………

When the light in the Ether Spire faded, the vague feeling of chest tightness disappeared completely. Horn waited for another ten minutes before walking into the Mechanical Palace.

Outside the Ether Spire, Shilov and others were already waiting for him.

"How's Moon Pond?"

"It still doesn't work." Jeanne shook her head in frustration.

Shilov yawned. "We just tried it, and it turns out that this plasma water is very difficult to control. Sometimes it discharges, and sometimes it doesn't. We can't figure out the pattern."

Horn started to have a headache after hearing this. He hoped to use the plasma water in the moon pool for welding, so that he could make up for the lack of welding masters like Jeanna.

Not everything can go as planned.

He raised his head after a few seconds of frustration and said, "Shilov, you are very good at divination. Please find out what the plasma water contains."

When Horn learned that Shilov could tell fortunes in detail, he almost jumped up with excitement. He thought he could finally enter the microscopic world.

But Shilov told him that her limit was only the level of small hair bugs, and she couldn't predict the so-called "element" level at all.

Even though it's only at the microbial level, it's still valuable.

Horn thought, maybe by comparing the microorganisms in plasma water with those in ordinary water, he could find out something?
"Okay." Shilov drooped her soft wolf ears, "I'm so sleepy, can I go to bed?"

"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Rubbing Shilov's head, Horn smiled and said, "Remember to experiment according to the methods I taught you tomorrow, otherwise it will be inaccurate."

Shilov was pushed back to the room by Afu, and Jeanna also yawned: "Then I'll go to bed too."

"Wait." Horn suddenly stopped Jeanne, "Jeanne, can I ask you what's going on?"

"He is not the same as us." Jeanne looked Horn in the eyes and said seriously and directly.

"It's that simple?"

"Brother, if all of Catherine's subordinates are such 'knights', then we shouldn't form an alliance. She should be our enemy."

Untying her braids and changing her hairstyle to a dangerous one, Jeanne continued, "I have a hunch that they are not as friendly and kind as they appear. Also, do we really need to form an alliance?"

Jeanna's serious face flickered under the fluorescent lamp. Horn looked straight into Jeanna's eyes and said, "Sometimes, you know there are stones in the rice crackers, but you still have to swallow them, because if you eat them, you may be able to digest or defecate them in the future. But if you don't eat them, you will have no future."

"Can it really be digested? Is there really no future?" The wind blew Jeanne's hair, and her voice seemed to come from far away.

"Yes..." Horn just started to speak, but was blown away by the wind. He could only say, "Tomorrow is the recruit assessment, go to bed early."

(End of this chapter)