Only God
Chapter 308 - 266: What’s the Price?

Chapter 308: Chapter 266: What’s the Price?

Carlo whispered a prayer to the Death God, never stopping her steps.

As she walked deeper into the forest, the fog grew denser. In the heavy mist, Carlo nearly tripped over the tree roots beneath her feet several times, which only added to the terror in her heart.

A few steps further, she looked up and saw a flickering light on the path ahead.

Carlo shivered.

"What is that? Will o’ the wisp? Ghosts?!"

The more she thought about it, the more her legs trembled, almost causing her to fall to the ground.

What made her more desperate was that,

she could no longer turn back at this point.

"Death God Nakbet, protect me, please turn away your gaze, and stop tormenting this poor soul."

Carlo knelt on the ground, praying frantically.

Soon after, Carlo slowly opened her eyes, stood up from the ground, and noticed that the flickering light wasn’t moving closer to her.

"Could it be... not a ghost?!"

Carlo breathed a sigh of relief and then stared at the flickering light, hesitating for a moment.

Should she continue moving towards that light?

To continue might bring unknown dangers...

But if she didn’t continue, there were no other paths around, and she could very likely lose her way and end up dying in the wilderness.

After thinking it through, Carlo realized that with her limited knowledge, she simply could not make a decision.

So, she left this difficult choice to fate.

She tossed a copper coin from her bosom.

On that coin, one side bore the name of the Monarch Seleucus from the Great Country, while the other side was blank.

The small country Carlo lived in was a vassal to the Great Country of Leboga, and it was natural that their currency was minted by the Great Country.

After taking a deep breath, Carlo muttered the names of several divinities and then flipped the copper coin into the air.

The coin arced through the air and, with a few buzzing sounds, landed on the ground.

She bent down and picked up the coin from the ground.

Heads.

Carlo slowly lifted her head.

She started moving forward along the path before her, towards the source of the light.

All along the way, the silence was terrifying, and apart from her own breathing, she could hear nothing else.

Before long, the light became clearer and steadier, revealing its shape amidst the fog.

It was a jute lantern, hanging from a thick tree branch.

"Is there someone living here?"

Carlo felt a bit surprised.

What kind of person could live in the depths of the Secret Forest?

After all, the Secret Forest was fraught with danger, not only from various beasts but also the possible presence of witch ghosts.

She looked deeper into the forest.

A wooden treehouse formed by hundred-year-old ancient trees came into view.

Carlo could only think of one possibility...

Witch!

Apart from a witch, who else would live deep in the Secret Forest, keeping dangerous company?

The door of the treehouse slowly opened.

Carlo felt a great surge of tension and unease and froze on the spot.

A beautiful woman dressed as a witch stepped out of the treehouse, looking at this uninvited guest.

Witches were often synonymous with mystery, strangeness, and evil spirits.

In many people’s eyes, witches were capricious, skilled in witchcraft, and could bestow curses... In addition, they were often depicted with negative images such as being promiscuous, cannibalistic, and possessing forbidden knowledge.

The inscrutable Curse God Yikabe often walked the world in the guise of a witch.

In short, witches were often equated with ghosts to the extent that, in certain situations, they were even more fearsome than ghosts.

The blond woman slowly approached the intruding Carlo.

Carlo stood still, and when the blond woman’s face fully appeared before her, she trembled and cried out:

"Witch!"

Then, Carlo fell to the ground, and the tall shadow of the blond woman enveloped her.

Solamus watched the frantic mortal, she didn’t deny, but instead countered with a question:

"Where do you come from, and why have you come to disturb me?

You, from whom did you learn about this place?"

The barrage of questions left Carlo speechless, and the fear in her heart surged like the tides, each wave stronger than the last.

That was a Witch!

After a long moment, the midwife could only stammer out:

"My name is, my name is Carlo."

Solamus looked at the woman before her; she of course knew this woman had inadvertently stepped into this place.

But, at this moment, she had to play the part of a distant forest Witch.

She stared straight at Carlo, not saying a word.

Carlo was in utter panic, as if in the next second, the Witch would take away her soul.

"Noble Witch, no! My lady! I came here unintentionally... I just wanted, just wanted to find the Angloosh Flower..."

Solamus said indifferently:

"That is a herb used for aiding childbirth, what do you want it for?"

Carlo knelt on the ground, pleading:

"To tell you the truth, I am the midwife in the village, I need this herb to help with delivering babies... otherwise, if another childbirth fails... then... only the Gods know what misfortune is waiting for me!"

Using the Angel Grace at her disposal, Solamus saw that what Carlo said was indeed the truth; there wasn’t a trace of falsehood in her words.

Solamus said coldly:

"Then, come with me."

Carlo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sprang to her feet, revealing incredulity as she looked at the Witch before her. After a moment, she mumbled a prayer, thanking the God of Birth and the Death God for their protection.

She carefully and quickly followed Solamus.

Solamus walked up to the door of the potion room, pushed it open, and Carlo saw a large cauldron inside, the rich and bitter scent of Potion filling her nostrils. The orange Potion inside the cauldron was murky and muddy, occasionally bubbling up.

Solamus took a pale green Potion from a shelf full of Potions, then grabbed a water bag and poured the pale green Potion into it.

Then, she tossed it casually to Carlo.

Carlo quickly caught the water bag filled with Potion, and asked in a low voice:

"This, this is...?"

Solamus didn’t look at her but shook the ladle in the iron pot.

"A Potion that can calm and help with childbirth," she replied offhandedly.

Carlo didn’t know what to do for a moment. This was clearly a Magic Potion concocted by the Witch before her, but in this world, who would dare to casually use a Witch’s Magic Potion?!

"I know what you are worried about."

Solamus’s voice carried a hint of mocking,

"Angloosh Flower, do you really think that with it, a pregnant woman can truly give birth smoothly?

Once that herb is ingested, it will induce hallucinations like poisonous mushrooms.

Most people remain excited due to the faint hallucinations and manage to give birth smoothly, but there are also those who become uncontrollably agitated and in the end, disaster ensues."

Carlo was at a loss for words, being a true farmer’s wife, she had never encountered such things.

But if what the Witch said was true...

Carlo shivered involuntarily.

"You’ve gotten what you wanted," Solamus said as she walked past.

"Now I have only one request."

Carlo, not daring to look directly into Solamus’s eyes, asked in a low voice:

"My lady... what, what request?"

Solamus dismissed her coldly:

"Leave, and never come disturb me again."

"If you ever violate this request of mine,

then, you will have to pay a corresponding price."

Carlo looked up in shock and asked:

"What is the price?"

Solamus turned around, only saying:

"You just need to know, you can’t bear it."

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