Chapter 145:

Chapter 145:

The Black Goat

In the dimly lit underground cellar, a gorgeously dressed woman suddenly appeared in Vera's sight.

Clad in a fiery red corseted dress embellished with bright feathers, a shawl adorned with feathers, and a bell-shaped hat with a hairband... Every garment and accessory was in eye-catching vivid colors, making her look less like a witch and more like an exaggeratedly dressed fashion model.

Despite such a striking attire, Vera failed to notice when the woman had appeared behind her.UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

"Hey, I found my way here following the address you gave." Qimora greeted Vera nonchalantly, "It was quite a tiring journey, traveling through the night."

"When did you start being here?" Vera eyed her suspiciously from head to toe.

"About five minutes ago," Qimora replied.

"I warned you before not to sneak into my workshop like this!" Vera exclaimed angrily.

"Sigh, why is everyone here like this?" Qimora leisurely took out a cigarette case, selected a slim cigarette for herself, and lit it. "You can't stop me from coming in, yet you want me to listen to you. It's too much to ask to have others yield to you. Isn't that too unreasonable?"

"Don't give me that twisted reasoning! And no smoking here!" Vera clenched her fists, pounding the table in anger, causing a metallic sound to emanate from the corner's iron bucket at the same time.

"Alright, alright, your turf, your rules." Qimora reluctantly returned the cigarette to the case. She wasn't actually afraid of Vera; she just dreaded what was inside that iron bucket.

"You..." Vera scrutinized Qimora up and down, hesitantly beginning to ask a question.

"Huh, now she thinks of uniting forces? Where was she all this time? Priscilla and I have advised her so many times to consolidate the Witch's gathering, but she never listened!" Vera slammed the table.

"Uniting the entire Witch's Gathering is not an easy task, you know?"

"That's why only Abigail can do it! Only with her charisma can she make the Witch's gathering a cohesive organization," Vera said intensely. "Qimora, are you willing to keep hiding from the Inquisition pursuit, and living like a sewer rat?"

"I think... it's not that bad," Qimora smiled. "Don't forget, I am a 'Hermit,' after all."

"Damn You!" Vera couldn't help but curse.

"Oh, I'm aware of that," Qimora remained unperturbed and instead tried to reason with Vera. "Come on, calm down and listen to me. Even if we succeed in consolidating, do you think it will make the countries bound by the pact fear us and refrain from attacking us? You're mistaken. By doing so, we will become a target, and next time, it won't be the Inquisition we face, but the military."

"You won't know unless you try, right? It's better than sitting around waiting to be captured one by one and thrown into prison," Vera insisted stubbornly. "Priscilla is already captured, and I am thoroughly disappointed in Abigail! She selected us just to use us as pawns! Wake up, Qimora. The Fertility Cult isn't after the Witch's gathering; they're after Abigail alone. The priest just wants the 'authority' she holds. We have no reason to get involved!"

"Silly child, can't you do the math? I know 'Black Goat' is only eyeing Abigail," Qimora explained patiently. "But Abigail has agreed that if we kill the priest of the Black Goat, we can share the spoils. Don't you want divinity? This is your chance!"

"Killing the priest is advantageous, while killing Aiden Galord only brings risks. Besides, we can't just watch Abigail in danger, can we? If something happens to her, the entire Witch's gathering is finished," Qimora reasoned calmly.

Upon hearing this, Vera finally calmed down. Indeed, despite her many grievances against Abigail, she couldn't stand idly by if the Fertility Cult targeted her.

"Fine, I'll take care of that daughter-selling priest and those damn nuns..." Vera paused, then added with unwavering determination, "But it will be after I have killed Aiden Galord!"