Rachael was quite pleased with herself: "So, shall I make a trip to the Gemstone Tavern later?"
Michael reminded: "The main task on Turtle Island is to find the Prince, and solve the radiation demon for the Merfolk. It’s too early for you to go now. Besides, it seems your identity isn’t convenient to appear in front of ordinary players; as we mentioned earlier, get a disguise from the Divine Realm before going over."
Rachael was resigned: "Alright."
Gabriel laughed: "In the end, it’s just Rachael being too lazy. Over a month into the server, she’s already been idle for that long; hasn’t prepared what she should have."
Rachael replied irritably: "Who would know you guys can stir up so much drama? In just a short month, it already involved my Divine Realm."
Sariel said solemnly: "It’s all because of that Chun."
Rachael sighed helplessly.
Leaving the Demon God Prison, Rachael headed straight for Sherlock’s cell. Just thinking about how Sherlock would surely cry and beg her to rescue him gave Rachael a headache.
"How about I check out the Dark Soul Witch first?"
Sariel laughed: "Anyway, I don’t wish for this Sherlock to return to Silver City."
Rachael gladly relaxed: "Then let’s go find the Dark Soul Witch."
Arriving at the Dark Soul Witch’s cell, Rachael pressed the doorbell: "I am Rachael, an Initial Tier lawyer of the Divine Realm, wishing to meet the lady."
The voice from inside the cell was calm yet surprised: "Please!"
Rachael entered, finding the Dark Soul Witch completely different from the previous image of a shriveled old woman, now a young and beautiful spirit. This contrast stunned Rachael!
The Dark Soul Witch laughed: "Though I appeared as a decrepit old hag when alive, I was actually a Dancing Girl in my youth. After becoming a Mage, over a hundred handsome guardians died fighting for me."
Oh, she seems to want to chat!
Rachael grew interested: "Can you tell me your story?"
The Dark Soul Witch sighed: "Back in my youth, during the day I studied at the Mage Academy in Gem City, and at night I worked as a Dancing Girl at the Gemstone Tavern to earn high tuition fees. But I was too outstanding—not only among the top of my class but also very popular as a dancer. As a result, people from both sides envied me. Then, a tavern fire broke out, leaving me severely injured and disfigured, unable to wield mana or continue dancing. My jealous classmates reported me, saying I disgraced the academy, and I was expelled."
"I thought I was going to die of pain and hunger on the streets when I met a mysterious strong figure. It healed my wounds and restored my mana, even stronger than before, so I served this figure, helping it collect Dancing Girl souls to train into Enchanting Demons—does the lawyer want to know the strong figure’s name? I’m sorry, I cannot be sure. The organization is too secretive; I served it for decades without knowing its name, not even its gender. That’s my story."
Rachael exclaimed: "Normally, strong figures are usually male. You say you don’t know its gender—have you already come to think it’s female rather than male?"
The Witch sighed: "That’s what I think."
Rachael asked: "Do you know of the Enchanting Demon organization Andariel in Gem City?"
Witch: "I know a little, but I’m not certain my superior is one of them."
Rachael said: "So your uncertainty means you already suspect it is her?"
Witch: "Yes, I have that thought."
Rachael said: "Actually, if you can prove your superior is the mastermind and are devout enough, you could redeem yourself early."
The Witch muttered: "I can’t prove it. I’ve killed too many, my sins are grave—I can only serve time to atone."
At this point, Rachael knew that if she asked one more step, it would trigger a task, most likely a rescue task like Sherlock’s.
Rachael was here for the fun of chatting, actually quite afraid of trouble: "Boss, should I ask further?"
Raphael found it interesting: "From her story, she was outstanding compared to her peers, and her current attitude is very obedient—she’s a talent worth trying to win over."
Sela wondered: "Is her story authentic?"
Rachael said: "This is the Divine Realm Prison, all conversations are monitored; she wouldn’t dare lie, right?"
Michael thought: "Ask, Rachael’s problem is being too low in the Divine Realm hierarchy, without even a usable subordinate—recruiting one is always good."
Sela laughed: "Besides, the old crone turning young again makes her still usable."
Rachael seemed to harbor a bit of anticipation: "Alright, what direction should I ask in?"
Michael thought: "The mysterious strong figure who led Uriel into the city might be the Dark Soul Witch’s superior. Ask about this, use the Divine Realm’s wanted order to pressure her, and try to ensure Uriel’s initiative."
Rachael exclaimed: "Then I’ll have to discuss this task matter openly with prison surveillance watching—is that alright?"
Sariel, impatient: "Compared to my Merfolk undertaking, Uriel’s task is nothing significant, just talk directly."
So, Rachael asked: "As far as I know, the Andariel superior you suspect recently sent an Enchanting Demon to the Black Iron City at Aamir Khan’s Count’s Mansion and then went missing. Then this superior sent personnel to investigate the Count’s Mansion—what clues can the lady offer?"
The Witch paused for a moment: "What does this have to do with Mr. Lawyer?"
Rachael laughed: "Normally, you should answer whether you know or don’t know, but since you asked me that, it means you have some association with this matter?"
The Witch sighed: "I once visited this Count’s Mansion. They keep many Dancing Girls, I pretended I could improve their skills and made a lot of money—I only know the Count. As for clues, I have no idea."