"Why?"

"Xixi, I have to go and take a look. That weapon with a small appearance but powerful sound is very dangerous," Merka said uncertainly to Turing, then turned and ran away.

"Why, why, why?"

"Why does this always happen?"

"There's always someone to obstruct me, defeat me, knock me down!"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Turing stomped his foot fiercely, unwillingly chased after Merka.

"What is that?"

Turing looked towards the glowing lights of Xisimani from a distance. A cloaked figure jumped out of the window against the moonlight and escaped in an unfamiliar direction.

"Merka, someone escaped through the window!" Turing shouted at Merka.

Merka, who was about to enter Xisimani, paused for a moment, scanned the surroundings briefly, and ran towards the direction of the black shadow.

"This is really troublesome. Catch this person quickly and continue what we were doing earlier."

Brilliant sparks burst from Turing. Turing chanted a spell and with a majestic momentum, jumped into the sky and smashed onto the black shadow.

"So as not to upset Merka by killing someone, I'll show a little mercy."

However, several thick and sturdy tentacles suddenly emerged from under the cloak of the black shadow, blocking Turing's attack. It even used this opportunity to push Turing backwards, smashing several buildings along the way.

Merka, seeing this, paused for a moment but continued to chase after the black shadow after realizing that Turing was okay. Turing smashed several storefronts and stood up from the ruins with a dirty face.

"Is this person messing with me?"

"Being constantly offended like this in a day..."

"I am truly angry."

Turing slowly stood up from the ruins, brushed off the dust on his body, tidied up his appearance, and waited until Merka had disappeared. A complex and ferocious rock and mud armor began to appear on Turing's arms and ankles.

"Merka never stopped using detection magic."

"As long as I follow Merka's magical fluctuations, I can find them."

Turing ran towards the direction of Merka at a lightning speed.

"You scum, no matter who you are, you're as good as dead."

"If I have to blame someone, blame yourself for running into me when I'm in a bad mood."

Gradually, as Turing followed Merka's footsteps, they delved further into the streets and alleys, and a tall and magnificent church appeared before Turing's eyes.

"Is this the church? The local cathedral?"

"Although I saw this magnificent building from a distance when I arrived at Red Port, I didn't expect it to be so big up close."

"Miss Tide Witch..." Merka stood under the church, confronting the witch in front of him.

"No, no, no, it's Christoph Merka."

"I'm actually the Fate Witch. You know? Just like how books can be appreciated, the Bible is fundamentally different from ordinary books."

Between the witch and Merka, a small verdant tree suddenly caught Turing's attention.

"What's going on? Merka, is this witch the same as the black shadow that escaped from Xisimani?" Turing quietly asked Merka.

Merka looked serious and nervously said, "No, when I was chasing the person in the cloak, she came out and stopped me."

"The witch threw her little gun on the ground, and the small gears immediately rushed out of my control, resulting in the current situation." Merka whispered in Turing's ear.

"So, the gear familiar is also your trick? Tide Witch." Turing took a step forward, looking straight into the witch's eyes.

"It's not just a simple trick." The witch said.

"You know, when people talk about the propeller of fate, they always give it the image of Fate's Gear.""As the familiar of the Witch of Fate, the gear has simply fulfilled its duties," the witch said, crossing her arms with a playful and relaxed expression.

"And you, my adorable little magic expert," she continued, "are like a paper bottle filled with cola."

"Even if the bottle is large, it cannot withstand shaking - otherwise, it will be burst by the gas."

"Hmm? Sorry, I forgot, you probably don't know what cola is," the witch said apologetically, although Turing could not find any hint of apology in her expression.

[What is cola? What is she talking about?]

Turing had become thoroughly annoyed by now and with the witch's inexplicable words, had completely given up on the ability to think. He said, "All you have is nonsense, you can't even speak any last words?"

Turing lowered his voice and said to Merka, "You go after that shadow, I'll hold her back."

"What about you? She's a witch, right? You're just an accompanying student of a noble lady, aren't you?" Merka's face turned red with concern, creating a sharp contrast with his fair skin.

"Ah..." Turing sighed.

"You just go!" Turing gently pushed Merka, causing his eyes to widen and his pupils to shrink.

What Merka hadn't anticipated was the overwhelming waves that surged in the whispered incantation of the witch.

The rising splashes preceded the giant waves, splashing onto Turing and Merka.

[Such a small stream, I can instantly evaporate it... What is going on? It seems like my body can no longer catch fire?]

Not only Turing, but Merka also had a surprised expression. Obviously, Merka had intended to do something.

As for whether there was any seal or other reasons, Turing couldn't explain it himself. He only felt that after his body was splashed with water earlier, it became as if wood had been soaked, with a room full of firewood that couldn't burn.

Facing the onslaught of the surging and torrential waves, the rock and mud arm on Turing's hand still couldn't catch fire, only emitting steam after steam.

"Hmm?" The witch looked confused. After the waves passed, only Turing remained where Merka and Turing had stood, along with the cement floor that was littered with pits from the splashes; Merka had long gone in the swirl of smoke caused by the waves hitting the ground.

"I see, although for ordinary people, it is already very difficult to use their own magic power to form a complete suit of rock and mud armor," the witch said.

"But it is far from the limit, especially for you." The witch marveled at the huge rock and mud that extended from Turing's body, resembling both wings and a shield, blocking her waves.

Slowly, the surrounding rock and mud gathered onto Turing, forming a petite and terrifying demon.

"You should thank Merka. The reason you can live a few more minutes is because he was next to me earlier."

"I'm starting to get tired of you, witch."

"You will die a hideous death."

"Dead people can't talk about conspiracies and tricks." Turing's voice, filtered through the rock and mud mask, became infinitely hoarse and fierce.