"No..."
Aishala denied it to herself, then activated her Spiritual Sight. Her eyes, like black holes, stared at Syl, making Syl's scalp tingle.
Syl had always found it strange why the Archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of Hope looked so terrifying when activating her Spiritual Sight. If someone told Syl that Aishala was a major villain, Syl would probably believe it.
After carefully examining Syl with her Spiritual Sight, Aishala finally deactivated it, her expression seeming to relax.
"What is it, Archbishop Aishala?" Syl asked, watching Aishala's expression. She took off her glasses, tucked them into her robe pocket, and asked nervously, "Is there something wrong with my body?"
Syl was quite afraid that something might go wrong with her original body; she was such a coward.
"Nothing." Aishala seemed to have confirmed something, her expression returning to calm. "Digestion, not finished."
"Can't it be digested faster?" Syl asked curiously.
From Aishala's words, Syl could only gather that she was close to finishing the digestion, but still a little bit short.
Aishala shook her head gently.
This shake of the head made Syl feel that it wasn't answering her question at all, but rather denying something deep within.
Guessing riddles had never been Syl's specialty, so she decided to ask directly:
"Archbishop Aishala, how long does it usually take to digest the first bottle of the First Saint Rank potion?"
"Am I too fast?"
Perhaps because she had rich experience in resisting the ravings of the Clown and the Physician, the First Saint Rank lamb potion hadn't caused much of an impact on Syl from the start.
Especially after the Clown fusion degree further increased, this Saint Potion, which was one-third the amount compared to magic potions, was a bit underwhelming.
"You, fast." Aishala looked at Syl and nodded, her expression and tone very serious, but what she said made Syl feel a bit uncomfortable. "Saint, normal."
"You haven't tried it, how do you know if I'm fast or not?" Syl retorted silently in her heart, but it was clearly just trying to salvage some dignity for something that had already passed away.
It was like how people who had undergone amputation often felt phantom limbs; Syl also occasionally thought that a certain body part she had lost was still there, but as soon as that thought emerged, the empty feeling between her legs would remind her that she could never go back to the past.
Simply put, the thing that could get hard was gone, but she could still be stubborn.
Oh, no, that's not right; she didn't even dare to be stubborn, she only dared to retort in her heart.
"Today, how is it? Feeling." Aishala walked to the table, sat down, and looked at Syl, asking, "Need, anything?"
"Hmm... Today, I strolled through a clothing store on Hmington Street, then strolled through Suramar. I don't need anything, and I still have plenty of currency." Syl stopped there, seemingly having finished speaking.
"And then?" Aishala, as if knowing something, continued to press, "Evening?"
"Evening..." Aishala's questioning suddenly made Syl feel uneasy.
From that Sister Shoni on the first day, Syl knew that the Goddess Cult had a way to detect lies.
So, previously, when Syl mentioned some sensitive areas, she would gloss over them with half-truths and not elaborate.
For example, just now, saying she went to a clothing store on Hmington Street was true, but she simply ignored the fact that she had attended a magic Salon in the clothing store and bought some items.
And now, Aishala seemed to know something, which left Syl not knowing how to respond.
Finally, under Aishala's calm gaze, Syl gave in and said weakly: "I went to Ivisa South District and saved someone."
Syl wasn't lying; she did save someone, but it wasn't today, it was a few days ago when she stitched up someone who had fallen from a rooftop.
"Hmm." Aishala nodded, seemingly not surprised by Syl's answer. "Hope Pathway, help. Ibiza, needs redemption."
Ibiza needs redemption?
The method of advancement for the Hope Pathway is helping others? Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that the cold ravings described by the Saint Potion, if reversed, were indeed to not stand by coldly, but to practice the path of salvation.
"Then, besides me, are there other monks and nuns in Suramar who go to Ibiza to help others?" Syl asked curiously.
"Almost all of them." Aishala's tone was understated, as if this wasn't an important matter.
"Almost all?" Syl repeated, muttering.
But thinking about it carefully, it was indeed normal. The dirty, messy Ivisa South District had already branded the labels of "poverty" and "chaos" in Syl's mind. Thinking this way, such a slum area was simply a breeding ground for the Saint Potion digestion experience for the Church of the Goddess of Hope.
The Church of the Goddess of Hope required bringing help to others to advance, and Ivisa District was exactly a place lacking redemption. Thinking this way, Syl had accidentally stumbled upon the right place.
However, why was Ivisa District still so chaotic? Logically, with so many monks and nuns going there to help the poor, the people's security and living conditions should have improved at least a little, right?
Syl told Aishala about this doubt, and in return, she received Aishala's silence.
"I, not often in, Suramar." Aishala shook her head. "Changes are too great."
Syl immediately knew that Aishala didn't want to elaborate on this matter with her.
If Aishala really didn't understand Suramar because she stayed in the uninhabited borderlands all year round, she certainly wouldn't have been able to clearly state that Ivisa District needed redemption.
Obviously, Aishala wouldn't harm her, so there was only one possibility. Behind the deep poverty and weakness of Ivisa District, there must be a behemoth that even the church didn't dare to provoke and couldn't let Syl know about, which was facilitating all of this.
Although the Church of the Goddess of Hope had been declining for hundreds of years, three options immediately popped into Syl's mind regarding organizations with energy similar to the Church of the Goddess of Hope, but she immediately excluded the other six Orthodox Churches.
As far as Syl knew, only two possibilities remained. Magic organizations and the nobility.
Syl couldn't think of any reason why mages would persecute the poor, other than the human experiments she had seen in novels; there was no reason, so she directly eliminated magic organizations, leaving only one known possibility: the nobility.
Nobility... Clergy... Ivisa... The clergy wanted to help... Then why would the nobility target the church because of this...
Syl couldn't help but think of her system quest, [Conspiracy Under the Gray Haze], the conflict point between the church and the nobility might just appear in Ivisa District.
Although it was only for a few seconds, Syl had already roughly deduced where the key points of her quest were. The information provided was sufficient. If nothing unexpected happened, she would be able to find the answer in Ivisa South District or the West District.
However, at this moment, Aishala didn't know that Syl had already deduced everything, and even stiffly wanted to change the subject. Aishala struggled for a long time before finally squeezing out a word:
"Hungry?"