Miss Witch's Devotion Has Gone… Twisted-Chapter 200: The Return Journey

The way back was not the same road they had come by. Loren couldn't even remember the path he had taken here, as there was nothing here that could truly be called a road. All Loren could do was advance in a certain direction.

The territory of the God of Bountiful Harvest was vast. By advancing in a certain direction, one would definitely reach it. Loren wasn't directionally challenged, and he had a compass, so there was no chance of getting lost.

As long as he could reach that place, everything would be fine. The people from the Church would then respectfully send Loren home.

Movila's soul fragments were scattered in various places, gathering intelligence for Loren, but most of them intended to follow Loren home.

"It feels like this road is a lot longer."

Loren estimated the time. The return trip was taking much longer than the journey here. The sky was already growing dark, but the surroundings remained desolate, indicating Loren still hadn't returned to the territory of the God of Bountiful Harvest. Otherwise, even if there were no people, the wilderness would be covered in plenty of vegetation. Yet, Loren hadn't even heard much bird song.

"It is indeed quite a bit longer."

Laila agreed with Loren. Her perception of time was also quite sharp, and she had similarly noticed something was off.

"The path we're taking is different from last time, and the territory of the God of Bountiful Harvest isn't perfectly flat either. Different routes mean different distances to reach that side. There shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Anna picked up the map and took a look, pointing to a spot on it. If Loren and the others were heading towards this place, the journey would indeed be considerably longer.

"Reasonable."

What Anna said was quite reasonable, but Loren still felt a sliver of irrationality.

"Is our direction correct?"

Loren was still somewhat uncertain, so he simply asked Movila. But after Movila also nodded, Loren didn't dwell on it further.

"Master Mentor, let me take over."

By now, Loren had been driving the carriage for a long time. Laila made a request to take over the shift.

"Alright."

Loren stopped the carriage and swapped places with Laila. Before returning inside the carriage, Loren checked their bearing once more. The moon's position was correct, and the direction indicated by the compass was also correct.

Moreover, the horse Magical Beast pulling the carriage also had the ability to determine direction. Even if Loren got lost, the horse couldn't possibly get lost. So, Loren didn't need to be overly cautious.

"I'll rest for a bit."

During this period, to guard against the God of Confusion, Loren's mind had been highly focused, and he was somewhat tired.

However, he didn't go straight to sleep, still observing the situation around them.

"You've worked hard."

Anna seized the opportunity to scoot next to Loren and began massaging him, while her hands also wandered incessantly. In the end, Loren helplessly swatted her hands away.

Once night fell, the Magical Beasts would become more restless. Magical Beasts irradiated by the blood moon, while undergoing physical mutations, would also grow increasingly frenzied. Fortunately, the Church promptly cleared them out, preventing things like beast tides from occurring.

Otherwise, because Bountifulness was monopolized by the God of Bountiful Harvest, these Magical Beasts without food would only launch attacks on humans. Unlike human believers, Magical Beasts hadn't been cultivated with servility. They knew that when hungry, they could only go foraging; kowtowing was useless.

When they reached a certain boundary, the scenery outside underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant, becoming lush and green in a flash. Loren finally breathed a sigh of relief. They had now entered the territory of the God of Bountiful Harvest.

"Let's find a place to rest for a bit, and also inquire about where this is. Then we'll set off again."

"Okay."

Everyone agreed with Loren's decision. Laila also increased their speed.

Everywhere in the territory of the God of Bountiful Harvest was habitable, and people were everywhere. It wouldn't take long to find an inhabited place.

The carriage hadn't traveled much further when Loren spotted the outline of houses.

"Let's rest for a while at that village ahead."

Laila found a spot near the village to stop the carriage. After tethering the horse, Loren fed it some of the meat they had brought along. This time, however, the horse's appetite wasn't very strong, and the look it gave Loren was somewhat strange.

This horse had already eaten human flesh, and its mentality had undergone a transformation. Usually, it bore no complaints no matter how it was ordered about by people. After eating humans, it would start to think humans were nothing special, no different from the fodder it usually ate.

"Remember, you're just livestock. If you don't want to pull the carriage, you can also become food."

Loren stroked the horse's head, partially drawing the Requiem. The aura it emanated made the horse's body begin to tremble. In the end, it lowered its head and obediently began eating the fodder.

The fodder prepared for the horse was mostly unwanted entrails and scraps, which really couldn't be considered tasty.

"Let's go in."

After dealing with the horse, Loren finally led everyone towards the village.

The village was quiet at night. Everything here seemed so normal. The crops in the fields exuded vibrant vitality. The village was tidy, with symbols of the God of Bountiful Harvest everywhere. In the middle of the village, there was also an Altar. Loren checked it; the runes on the Altar indeed pointed to the God of Bountiful Harvest.

"We should still be somewhat cautious. What if this place is controlled by the God of Happiness?"

Loren had encountered such a thing not long ago, so being careful was normal.

Loren and the others headed in the direction of the inn. Fortunately, this village had an inn.

At night, the village was plunged into darkness, even the inn was. But the inn's half-open door proved they were still receiving guests.

"Hello, please give us a larger room."

The person minding the shop was a middle-aged woman. To save money, she hadn't turned on any lights, just idly watching the doorway alone, waiting for customers. Beside her lay a book with a bookmark in it.

"Okay, okay!"

Hearing someone arrive, the woman's spirits lifted considerably. She pulled out a match, lit an oil lamp, and in that moment saw Loren's face.

"Master Mentor!"

She shouted it out directly. In this quiet night, her voice was extremely piercing, even cracking.

"Quietly, everyone is sleeping now. Please don't wake others."

Loren lowered his voice to say. This kind of scene was normal for him. The woman's excited reaction actually made Loren feel more at ease.

"Sorry, sorry…"

The woman awkwardly covered her mouth, her voice also dropping considerably. But Loren could still see the excitement in her eyes.

Within the territory of the God of Bountiful Harvest, Loren's reputation was known to all. It was normal for her to have such a reaction. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"I'll take you to the room. I won't charge you. You've already done enough for the Bountiful Church."

"Thank you… but we still have to pay. Your lives aren't that prosperous either; I can't take advantage of you."

"No, no… being able to help you is our honor."

"Well then, how about this? I see you were reading; you're literate, right? Help me take a look at the contents of this book."

Loren took out a book he had previously retrieved from the underground of the Happiness Believers' village and showed it to the woman.