Witch, I'm really not the Deep Sea Ancient God!-Chapter 779 - 438: This will be a Shark Massacre

Book Saint Asilina asked puzzledly:

"Is there a problem with the potion?"

An explained.

In fact, even the Fourth Rank Pharmacist at the Tower of Books did not find any anomalies.

However, recently, all the ships escorting the potion had accidents, which prompted the Pharmacists to conduct an inspection.

The Chief Alchemist of the Tower of Books is a suspicious and cautious man with sensitive nerves.

Therefore, besides the Pharmacist’s inspection, he also planned to let the Book Saint conduct an examination.

In the Crack Tide, a large amount of unprecedented materials appeared.

There might be a few unknown toxins that only the top Pharmacists or Saint Level individuals can detect.

Book Saint asked:

"Do you have it with you? Let me check it."

"Hmm."

Fen tossed a vial of Life Snake potion to the Book Saint.

The Book Saint glanced at it:

"In the tide, accidents with ships are not rare incidents..."

"Don’t worry, it’s fine. Our cooperation with Life Snake has lasted for fifty years."

After saying this, the Book Saint kicked open Water Elf No. 3, then leaped off the hammock and changed her loose pajamas into the symbolic Great Mage Robe.

"Let’s go, An..."

"Hmm."

An looked at the Book Saint helplessly.

Did the Book Saint really conduct a serious inspection just now?

The more An interacted with the Book Saint, the more she realized that the Book Saint was completely different from the top-tier strong individuals in her impression.

As someone who had defeated the Lantern Apostle, the Book Saint found it hard to muster interest in most things.

She is extremely relaxed, indifferent to life, and very weary of work.

Furthermore, she is playful, spending her days liking to sleep in the sunlight or reading books.

Not going out for half a year or a whole year is quite normal.

According to the Tower Master, the longest record of the Book Saint not leaving her home reached twelve years.

She didn’t fit the impression Fen had of longevity at all.

To Fen’s impression, longevity seekers would continuously pursue passionate things to fill the void of a long life.

Even facing this tide, the Book Saint remained lethargic... An shook her head.

In normal times, Asilina’s lethargy wouldn’t be a problem.

But in the current situation, her lethargy might lead to tragedy.

Regardless of Asilina’s attitude, as a Saint, her every move is related to the Tower of Books, even the lives of hundreds of thousands in coastal cities.

If I am to keep taking on tasks like this, I might become the actual ruler of the Tower of Books myself... An shook her head.

"Book Saint, I will report back on the work, then I’ll join you."

An lifted her dress and said seriously.

She took up responsibilities not belonging to her age.

She and Water Elf No. 3 cleaned the Spiral Library.

Then, as a precaution, under the name of the Book Saint, she met the Chief Alchemist, asking him to add special neutralizing materials in all Life Snake wine and potion to reduce their effects.

Hopefully, the potion won’t have too big of a negative effect... An silently thought.

Next, under the name of the Book Saint, she arranged for the Disaster Messenger to gather information about the missing ships in the Crack Sea.

She repeatedly confirmed all documents, making sure that the remarks under the ’Book Saint’ showed her wisdom without excessive arrogance.

With this, I shouldn’t be scolded... An silently thought after finishing everything.

After handling all these matters, she dragged her tired body to the banquet hall to attend the last banquet before the war.

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In the banquet hall, the banquet was already halfway through, and everyone was enjoying a lavish feast.

An walked through the bustling crowd and slowly looked up.

At the most luxurious main table at the top of the banquet, the Book Saint sat next to the Tower Master, legs crossed, enjoying the praise from everyone.

"Book Saint! Thank you for your hard work!!"

"Book Saint, please drink the wine and proclaim the start of this banquet."

"Book Saint, you are truly a master of time management, able to handle the affairs of the sea so efficiently."

The Book Saint blushed slightly and smiled:

"For a longevity seeker, this is not a difficult task."

Soon, a lavishly dressed maid presented the esteemed Life Wine to the Book Saint:

"Book Saint, the bell is about to ring."

According to the banquet custom, before the war, when the bell rings, everyone will raise their glasses and drink the fortified wine together!

It has been a long time since I drank wine! The Book Saint took the wine and opened its lid.

Instantly, a scent of wine spread out.

And at that very moment, the maid in front of the Book Saint silently revealed a subtle smile.

Meanwhile, far away in the Mist Sea, a rugged man also smiled the same smile.

It was a smile like a lion’s smile!

Just one more step!

Under everyone’s gaze, the Book Saint raised the White Crystal Wine Glass high and said passionately:

"Three hundred years have passed, and the bloody breath has blown again into the library’s door cracks."

A giant book emerged in the center of the banquet, slowly opening, revealing scenes of history.

"The last Northern Rift War saw fifty thousand scum from the Black Blood Empire burning seven live libraries in the Northern Border State of the White Tower Federation, not the bookshelves, but embedding scholars into ice walls, turning their screams into bloody bookmarks."

"And the final price for those fifty thousand warriors was to become flesh books in our Hunters’ hands."