Chapter 267

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Chapter 267: Morality and the Pot

After the struggle of multiple-choice and judgment questions, seeing two essay questions, even under Lolth’s strict no-communication rule, some mercenaries still let out sighs.

"What the heck are these questions!"

Even if this meant getting slapped by vine whips from Tina, some people couldn’t help but complain.

"Ancient mage? What the heck?"

"Is this succubus a trickster from Seychelles?"

"Oh… who are all these people on this boat? I might as well jump in myself!"

"How can I come up with three hundred words…"

The sound of vines whipping against faces was loud and continuous, but it still couldn’t stop the mercenaries from sharing their thoughts.

After all, this test was far too advanced for them.

In this age, who would care about "knowledge of psychology"?

Especially since "mental spells" exist and are highly developed, even if some nobles were interested in psychology and personality studies for various reasons, the treatment of mental illnesses still relied more on "extraordinary powers." It was impossible to create a system of testing that was as developed as a promotional tool or as a game in another world.

Just like with The Church of Light before, to test if someone is pious, a bunch of God of Light powers would be enough; there was no need to think about anything else.

These rough mercenaries were seeing this for the first time, so it was perfectly normal for them to be completely confused.

But because of Tina’s pressure and fear of that mysterious and powerful succubus, along with their strong desire to survive, all one hundred sixty mercenaries could do was either complain in their hearts or resist the urge to complain aloud while still straining to come up with three hundred words of answers and reasons.

Although Lolth thought that three hundred words were quite generous, it was still an unimaginable pain for these mercenaries who could read but had probably only ever written their own names.

Only the top fighters from the three great gold medal mercenary groups probably felt somewhat okay about this.

However, at the same time, because they seemed to guess a bit about the meaning and the ‘deep and difficult’ nature of these questions, they felt even more awe towards the succubus.

"The magic circle problem… how interesting…"

Charlie Jesse, the leader of Blood Bone, showed a serious expression on his seemingly gentle, bear-like face.

"This seems to suggest some kind of ‘moral’ level and range, just like the previous judgment questions… Is this succubus testing our ‘moral hearts’? So, does she want us to be ‘moral’ or ‘immoral’?"

The same question also appeared in the minds of the other two mercenary leaders, Morton and Marjorie.

Although, according to what they understood as "common sense," Abyssal Demon must be a hundred times more chaotic, brutal, and evil than the most reckless person in their mercenary group, they imagined that the "companion" they desired would indeed be just as immoral.

However, these few guys with a bit of strength had a faint intuition…

I always feel that the succubus is not really a being with obvious "evil chaos" tendencies.

The mere act of "testing" and her words seem to be awaiting the members of my mercenary group, hoping for the appearance of someone "orderly," who can live like a normal townsperson.

"It is really hard to grasp…"

Even Morton, known for his cunning and treachery in the Gilding Mercenary Group, couldn’t help but exclaim after receiving a whip strike from Tina.

In the kitchen, if Lolth knew the thoughts of the three mercenary group leaders, she would surely praise their ideas and marvel that finally someone was on the right track in imagining what she "thought."

But unfortunately, at this moment, Lolth was busy tasting the Calm Spirit Decoction that Kanor had made for her, unaware of this scene worth celebrating.

The Calm Spirit Decoction was indeed the first extraordinary dish I taught Dorothy, meant to mildly suppress the chaos of the soul that sometimes arose from her curse, but during the demonstration, it seemed that Kanor, this little genius, learned it first.

However, Kanor never mentioned it… If she hadn’t made it directly this time, Lolth wouldn’t have known that Kanor had already learned it.

In fact, Kanor mastered it quite skillfully and even figured out how to maintain the magical activity of the Calm Spirit Decoction without it fading away.

When Lolth walked into the kitchen, she saw a huge turtle sitting on a small stool, reading a newspaper. In front of it, the stove was on low heat, and a thick, dark soup was bubbling in the pot, giving off steam.

"Oh dear—great and beloved Master Lolth, you have finally arrived," the turtle said as it closed the newspaper and got up to turn off the heat. "Your good students, Kanor and Dorothy, asked me to keep an eye on this pot of soup, and I have been here for quite some time!"

As it spoke, it struggled to climb onto the stove, took out a large bowl, and scooped a spoonful of fragrant soup that smelled delightful but wasn’t hard to drink, handing it to Lolth.

"Here, my lord, try a taste of your student’s heartfelt effort—there’s a bit of my hard work in it too!"

"Stop talking so much, you silly thing," Lolth said, taking the bowl with one hand. She took a gentle sip and felt her already pure soul wrapped in a gentle warmth, which was quite comforting. "Kanor really has some scary talent."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that’s true," the turtle said, as if hinting at something. "But the magic of this soup isn’t just because of good cooking… She certainly has learned your essence in not holding back on ingredients. To make a level seven to nine Magic Potion item and treat it like food is something…"

"That kind of thing isn’t rare to me," Lolth replied, placing the space magic bag she had been carrying on the stove and pulling out another bag of space magic awarded by the Demon King, setting it beside the first one. "This is from the Demon King—there are also many things inside that I plan to use as ingredients or to make kitchen tools."

The turtle paused for a moment, peering inside, then looked back at Lolth with a determined expression.

"Master Lolth, actually, I want to learn how to cook from you…"

"You can forget about that," Lolth put down the bowl in her hands and shook her head, "Do you think I don’t have standards for taking on a student?"

"You only accept pretty little girls, right?" Turtle couldn’t help but say.

What answered him was a face full of Fireball from Lolth.

"Stop talking nonsense here!"