155: Coven

Oak Tree City.

A sparrow flapped its wings and landed on the eaves of a tailor shop.

Its two dark eyes silently gazed downwards.

A moment later,

an elegant carriage emerged from a small alley and gently stopped in front of the tailor shop.

The coachman, wearing white gloves, stood bowing by the carriage door, waiting.

Puff...

The carriage curtain was pulled open.

Madam Harman elegantly extended a hand,

placing it on the coachman's white-gloved hand, and lightly stepped down from the carriage.

Through the gap in the carriage curtain,

another person could be seen sitting inside the carriage; it was a portly middle-aged man.

As he watched Madam Harman alight, the beautiful curve outlined by her back brought a smile to his eyes.

"My dear, I'll come find you after my dress is made."

After Madam Harman got out of the carriage, she turned back and said to the person inside.

"Alright, you be careful."

The man's voice came from inside the carriage.

"Finish your business quickly; we'll depart for Greystone Ridge immediately."

"I don't want to stay in this wretched place for another second."

"There are refugees everywhere; I don't know how the Oak Family manages things."

"Understood, my dear."

Madam Harman replied with a smile and slowly walked into the tailor shop.

The carriage behind her also slowly drove away from the alley.

On the eaves,

the sparrow tilted its head, lightly preened its feathers, and made no other movements.

After another moment,

a slightly simpler carriage drove over.

Winnie stepped down from the carriage.

Her petite figure, dressed in a lace-trimmed lolita dress, adjusted her skirt slightly before giving a sweet smile to the carriage compartment.

"I'm going!"

A gentle laugh came from inside the carriage, sounding like an elderly person.

"Go on, I'll pick you up later."

Winnie walked with light steps into the tailor shop.

The carriage also slowly drove away.

On the eaves, the sparrow tilted its head again.

In its dark eyes, a hint of human-like amusement seemed to appear.

"Meow!"

Suddenly, behind the sparrow, a cat's meow sounded.

A pure white cat, at some unknown point, had climbed onto the rooftop and silently approached the sparrow from behind.

It pounced fiercely at the sparrow!

The sparrow flapped its wings, "Puff, puff, puff,"

trying to escape the clutches, but it was still caught squarely by the cat's pounce.

"Meow!"

Both of them fell simultaneously from under the eaves.

However, during the fall,

the sparrow suddenly transformed into a black cat, landing lightly on the ground.

It darted forward, disappearing into the tailor shop's doorway.

The white cat also followed closely, rushing into the tailor shop.

"Meow!!!"

"Meow!!!"

Inside the tailor shop, the black and white cats fought fiercely,

scurrying back and forth over piles of fabric, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Alright, alright, stop fighting..."

Beside them, Winnie wore a helpless expression.

The black cat suddenly landed, spun around, and transformed into Morgana.

Seeing this, the white cat also landed, spun around, and transformed into Madam Harman.

"Morgana, you still have your old habit of peeking into other people's lives."

"Is it because you can't find a good target yourself, so you envy us?"

Madam Harman covered her mouth, saying with a light laugh.

"Envy you?"

"Your targets don't seem so great either... one big fat man, one old geezer..."

Morgana also said with a smile.

"Big fat man?"

"What do you know?"

"He's from the Filomen Family, a lord of a territory, just like the Oak Tree County Earl Family..."

Madam Harman smiled charmingly.

"In a little while, I'll be leaving Oak Tree Territory."

"I've felt something was off about this wretched place for a long time."

"I advise you all to leave as soon as possible too; our Witch Bloodline has some warning senses."

"Oh, by the way, Morgana."

Madam Harman suddenly turned her head to look at Morgana.

"You should be done using the Book of Soul Stealing, right?"

"It's my turn for the next share, isn't it?"

"Hmm..."

Morgana's eyes drooped slightly.

"You're right, the Book of Soul Stealing should be yours to use..."

"However..."

Morgana suddenly looked up.

"Actually, I have a better idea."

Inside the tailor shop, Madam Harman and Winnie both focused their attention.

"What idea?"

"There's only one Book of Soul Stealing; you wouldn't be reluctant to part with it, would you?"

"It's like this."

Morgana slowly walked forward and gently took Winnie's small hand.

Then, she walked to Madam Harman's front, attempting to take Madam Harman's hand,

but Madam Harman warily dodged away.

"What's your idea? Just say it; my dress is very expensive."

Madam Harman said with a slightly disdainful tone.

"Sigh..."

Morgana sighed softly.

"Only three of us Witch Bloodline remain; in this world, we are the closest people."

"I truly don't want to have any more disputes with you over some benefits..."

As she spoke, Morgana's eyes reddened slightly, and tears were about to fall.

"So?"

Madam Harman looked at Morgana with a strange expression.

She didn't believe a word the other party said,

after all, such superficial acts were also a specialty of the Witch Bloodline.

Beside them, Winnie also looked at Morgana with some confusion, waiting for her to speak further.

"So..."

Morgana slowly raised her head.

From her seven orifices, crimson blood suddenly flowed out.

"You all become my Ghost Children!"

Wah!!!

In the Void Realm, the cry of a baby suddenly echoed.

Morgana's body instantly dissolved, like a pool of blood, directly enveloping Madam Harman.

Puff, puff, puff!!!

Beside them, Winnie's face showed a look of horror.

Her body suddenly transformed into a pigeon, attempting to fly out of the tailor shop.

However, countless threads of blood had already covered the entire tailor shop,

instantly coiling around the pigeon like a net, dragging it into a pool of blood.

Gurgle...

From the blood pool on the ground, Morgana's figure slowly floated up.

"One Book of Soul Stealing, shared among multiple people, and having to divide time, is not satisfying at all."

"You agree, right?"

Morgana muttered to herself.

And on her body, flesh and blood began to continuously undulate.

Soon, two figures split off, precisely the Madam Harman and Winnie from before.

"Yes, it should have been like this long ago..."

"The Fusion of the Witch Bloodline allows us to cast Spirit Stealing Witchcraft without needing the Book of Soul Stealing; this is the right path..."

"Hehehe..."

Madam Harman laughed as she looked at her body.

"This body feels even better than before."

Winnie, beside her, also smiled and adjusted her skirt, showing a very satisfied expression.

Morgana smiled charmingly, saying nothing, only quietly nurturing her Divine Ability.

[Ghost Mother's Progeny]: By devouring the essence, blood, and souls of others, one can split off identical sub-bodies, perfectly possessing the talents, memories, and power of others, with some optimization.

"Oh, right, next, I'm going to Greystone Ridge."

"A Earl's Family should have a lot of blood food to enjoy."

Madam Harman said.

"I'll go to Whitewood Territory and join an Alchemist Family; there's plenty of blood food there too..."

Winnie said softly, a morbid smile also appearing on her face.

"Then I wish you both successful harvests."

Morgana licked the blood on her fingers, as countless threads of blood retracted from the surroundings, flowing back into her body.

"Once I've harvested all the resources in Oak Tree Territory, I'll come find you."

The three looked at each other, smiles on their faces.

"Hehehe..."

"Hahaha..."

"Hehehe..."

Half an hour later,

outside the tailor shop, an elegant carriage slowly arrived.

Madam Harman took the coachman's arm, boarded the carriage, and then left.

Afterward, another carriage arrived and picked up Winnie.

The alley was silent.

Morgana slowly walked out of the tailor shop.

Bang!

She locked the tailor shop's main door.