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Chapter.35 Insignificant People (Page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    It was late at night, and the crimson moon was hanging high in the sky.

    For all those who were tired and exhausted all day, the night was the end, but Alice's night was just beginning.

    The young magician closed the doors and windows of the room, and drew up the curtains. Then she took off her bathrobe, which was like a coat, and lay on the soft and clean bed.

    She wrapped her smooth body with a thin summer quilt, turned over, took out two small bottles from under the pillow, and held them up to the light.

    In the sealed transparent bottles, each contained a few long hairs belonging to a woman, and a few drops of dark red blood.

    "Mrs. Beatrice, Triss..."

    She pondered for a while, let go of one of the small bottles, and only held the body of the other transparent glass bottle, and then quietly closed her eyes.

    She wanted to fall asleep and find the important information in the memories of these two people from her dreams.

    Hair and blood can help her locate the other party's dream and become a beacon. The dream-entering spell learned from the nightmare... is similar to the extraordinary abilities of those "nightmares" in this world, but they are also the best passes in the dream world.

    Alice's first choice is naturally Lady Beatrice.

    She has come into contact with one of the high-ranking members of the witch sect, the mysterious witch known as "Lady of Mourning", more than once. She also has a secret buried in the deepest part of her heart, and this secret itself seems to be related to the witch who was originally a woman...

    Any of the above points is enough to attract Alice's attention to this witch of joy, but unfortunately there was not much time for her to ask questions at that time. There was also a "witch" Triss who was tortured by false pain to deal with next to her. She could only choose to suppress it temporarily and leave the follow-up work to be solved in the dream.

    Now, she will lie dormant on the edge of the dream, waiting for the marked prey to fall asleep, and then she can find the answer in the other party's dream.

    Alice had a light smile on her lips, and her breath was long and far away, as if she had seen a beautiful dream from her deep sleep.

    In the remote suburbs of Ruisilan Manor, the witches' party had already ended. With their graceful bodies and attractive looks, they either chose to continue to indulge in the pleasure of the night, or chose to let the fire in their bodies cool down and withdraw from the addiction. Everything was left to freedom. After

    taking off her dress, Lady Beatrice let her body sink into the bathtub full of hot water and rose petals, and sighed a little tiredly.

    Many accidents happened tonight.

    The uninvited guest who almost disrupted the normal order of the dinner, Claire Sibley, was undoubtedly a very troublesome variable.

    In Lady Beatrice's view, the other party was a powerful "Pleasure Witch" who was about to be promoted to Sequence 5. She came to the party she held naturally to get the corresponding potion formula and the ritual conditions required for promotion.

    This can be felt from the miserable state of her tormenting the witch Triss - Claire obviously knew the meaning of "pain".

    But what surprised Lady Beatrice was that the witch Triss was greatly stimulated, and even had many blood marks on her body from being scratched by nails, but her mental state was obviously much better than before. She no longer held her head and muttered in pain, nor did she suddenly lose control of her emotions.

    The signs of losing control on this witch actually subsided a lot...

    Lady Beatrice was surprised and felt a little disgusted. She had seen many people who liked to be abused, but she had never heard of anyone who recovered from losing control because of this twisted pleasure.

    Naturally, Triss seemed to have developed a strange dependence on the witch Claire...

    Since she woke up, she had always wanted to know where Claire was, even though she had left long ago, and she could only come to ask Lady Beatrice for help.

    "Next month, if there is a chance, you may see her here again."

    Lady Beatrice blocked her follow-up questions with these words, and also concealed the fact that she knew nothing about Claire.

    Logically, Claire should be able to get information about promotion from the member of the sect who trained her to become a witch, but she chose a more roundabout way.

    This is very strange and unusual.

    It is better to report the matter of this witch and ask the mourning lady to confirm her identity...

    The beautiful witch who was planning the recent arrangements gradually felt sleepy under the effect of hot water and perfume. Her head with slightly curly black hair began to sleep little by little, as if she wanted to resist the invasion of sleep.

    But in the end, she still fell asleep in tiredness and slid silently towards the abyss of dreams.

    ...

    "Beatrice", who was not yet "Lady Beatrice", was a child born in the slums of Enmat Port.

    His slightly curly black hair had turned yellow due to malnutrition. His limbs were thin but his legs were flexible. He started stealing when he was only about seven or eight years old, and occasionally pretended to be a disabled beggar. He had been infected with crime at an early age, and he used the fruits of his labor to fill his stomach.

    Like many single women with children in the slums, his mother was engaged in the most despicable and dirty flesh trade, which could barely fill her own stomach, and could not support him and his sister who was three or five years younger than him.

    It was said that his mother had also had a glorious time. She was fortunate to be taken to live in a bright and beautiful big house for a while, and could sit in the garden with a deckchair and bask in the comfortable afternoon sunshine; but the good times did not last long. He was too young at the time and did not remember this most beautiful memory for his mother.

    In short, since he could remember, he and his mother and sister were squeezed in a small and dirty slum rental house, and every day he saw different men climb onto the only bed in the house, shake for a few minutes or less, and then leave after throwing a few coins.

    The stench from his mother became more and more unbearable, and gradually, the men who used to come every day stopped coming.

    His mother seemed to want him to keep the guests, but he didn't do so. Instead, he smeared himself and his sister with mud to look like two mud monkeys, and shrank into the corner of the room farthest from the bed.

    One day, he came back from stealing with his sister and found that the woman who should be called his mother could never get up from the bed again.

    He was less than ten years old that year, and he didn't know who his father and his sister's father were.

    He abandoned his previous name and gave himself a new one, and also thought of a new name for his sister.

    Brother Pierre and sister Beatrice began their new life.

    The scene changed.

    Pierre and Beatrice had grown up a lot, and looked like teenagers.

    They were the most despised pickpockets and villains in the area. They joined the underground gang at a young age, fighting, stealing, causing trouble and intimidation, and did almost everything except murder and arson.

    However, they soon ushered in a turning point.

    An organization calling itself the Gnosis Society approached the siblings and opened a strange and mysterious door to them.

    Magical abilities beyond the level of mortals, extraordinary people, "apprentices" and "assassins"...

    In order to complete the test of the Gnosis Society, Pierre and Beatrice's hands were stained with blood.

    This was their first time killing someone, but it would never be the last.Chapter.35 Insignificant People (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    The brother and sister finally chose the same potion, "Assassin".

    In the twisted and illusory vision, in the needle-piercing pain that was about to drive their minds crazy, they held each other's hands and stepped into the world of extraordinary people one after another.

    The scene turned again.

    Sister Beatrice was more talented in mastering potions than him.

    But it was he who learned the secret from his superiors - the power of potions is not based on control, but should be digested, and digestion itself is the feedback of the role.

    But it doesn't matter, he shared this secret with his sister Beatrice.

    They were promoted to "instigators" almost at the same time.

    After becoming "instigators", the brother and sister had fewer opportunities to participate in tasks together.

    Fortunately, the last task before their promotion could be completed together.

    Pierre and Beatrice mixed into a touring circus and came to a secluded mountain village with the circus.

    They took advantage of the villagers' ignorance, provoked disputes, incited the circus and the villagers to oppose each other, destroyed the carriage, and used explosives to blow up the only road connecting the mountain village to the outside world, causing panic.

    An unimaginable conflict broke out between the villagers, whose total population did not exceed 30, and the dozen or so circus members.

    And this was just the beginning. The bloody nightmare and panic spread like a plague. In just over ten days, no other living life could be seen in this mountain village.

    Except for the two instigators.

    As a reward for passing the trial, they returned to the prosperous city and were led underground to meet the top leaders.

    But there was only a bottle of potion thrown in front of them. There was

    only one person who could be promoted to Sequence 7 and become a "witch".

    "Didn't you listen carefully to the requirements of the task?" The black-robed woman laughed strangely and sharply in front of them who were in a panic. "Except for the promoted people, the rest will die in the tragedy in the mountain village. Now that you two have returned, there is still one life left to complete the goal... You should know what to do."

    Pierre and Beatrice were sent to a stage similar to an underground black boxing arena.

    They had to end this ridiculous fight before the bottle of "witch" potion lost its effect and deteriorated.

    Otherwise, their mission would end in failure, and both brother and sister would be regarded as useless abandoned pawns and abandoned.

    Sister Beatrice would rather die herself, or die with him, than to consider wielding a knife against brother Pierre.

    But he didn't think so.

    He felt that they were like two dogs tied under the lights, barking ridiculously and pathetically, to please the black-robed women who were watching the fight.

    They were sitting in the audience, casting admiring glances from all directions and making laughter.

    "The boy's name is Pierre? Sounds good, but now you can start thinking about your name after becoming a witch."

    "Hurry up and end your sister's suffering, otherwise you will die together. Oh, so pitiful! Hehehe, or are you actually planning to commit suicide for love?"

    "If you don't do it now, the bottle of potion will 'go bad', which is meaningless... It doesn't matter if my sister drinks the potion, it will just be one more crazy and out-of-control monster in the future, and she may not live until then."

    "Hasn't started yet? He hasn't made up his mind yet? He's too slow. I'm ready to cry. Don't waste other people's precious time."

    "..."

    Kill her quickly.

    All the women were laughing and shouting, asking him to kill his sister quickly.

    It was very simple. He just needed to raise the dagger in his hand and tear open a notch on her neck. Life would pass away like flowing water, just like those people they had killed before.

    But.

    Why did they come to this point?

    In order to survive... they had to constantly give up external things, even the most precious things?

    No, this is not right.

    After an unknown amount of silence, Beatrice raised her head and looked around, taking in the shadows in black robes. Finally, she smiled coldly and resolutely.

    "Don't even think about it... I won't let you get what you want."

    She pointed the sharp end of the cold blade at herself, then stabbed it down, creating a huge gap.

    No one cheered and applauded this touching brother-sister relationship of sacrificing themselves.

    Boos were heard everywhere, and the witches sighed in disappointment.

    Only the soulless "Pierre" was left on the scene. She walked to the bottle of witch potion step by step and drank it all in one gulp mixed with tears.

    From that day on, there was no one named Pierre anymore. In memory of her dead "sister", she changed her name to Beatrice.

    The picture gradually dimmed.

    When the vision became clear again, she, who had become "Beatrice", was kneeling in front of a woman with a beautiful figure. The corners of her black robe seemed to be a little rotten and dilapidated, and she said something in a singing voice.

    And Beatrice faithfully and devoutly wrote down every word she said.

    "You've done well, but you still need to be careful. Your brother created a glimmer of hope for you in the end, allowing you to survive by borrowing his identity... No, Beatrice is dead, and you must remember who you are."

    "I can help you, but it's limited. Even if I can deceive most of the people present at the time, I can't deceive that being."

    "He hates witches who are originally female, so you must never be promoted to Sequence 5's 'Pain', which will attract His attention..."

    "The current safe threshold that can be confirmed is Sequence 6's 'Pleasure'. Before you obtain... the blessing of, you can only reach the level of 'Pleasure' at most."

    "I need you to do something for me, some dirty little things that are not convenient for me to do in person..."

    "When the time is right, you will see what I promised... Before that, stifle your resentment and put away your anger..."

    "We are twisted, insignificant and pathetic reptiles that have been distorted from the source. We don't even have the qualifications to climb onto the chessboard and become chess pieces... Remember this, and struggle with all your might."

    ——After that, it was about what Beatrice was experiencing now.

    She laughed, she fell, she cried, she suffered. She became less and less like herself, and she also became more aware of who she really was.

    I don't know when, the bystanders hiding in the shadows have quietly left, leaving only this revolving dream to continue to play out, changing the broken endgame from time to time.

    "Huh..."

    Alice opened her eyes and returned to reality from the memory swamp of the witch so far.

    As expected, there was indeed useful information in Beatrice's memories, intelligence with reference value.

    But it was not enough.

    Apart from knowing that other witches had no reason to be malicious towards her, and that the unknown "He" hated real female witches, other information was too ambiguous and vague, and only increased speculation.

    After spending a few minutes to calm down the mood of watching other people's dreams, Alice threw away the warm glass bottle in her hand.

    She turned over, held the other transparent bottle that she had let go before in her palm, and closed her eyes in thought.

    It is said that Triss's mental state is not very good, and there is a risk of losing control... Then her dream is likely to be a chaotic, illogical patchwork of fragments, and entering rashly may even risk encountering unexpected events.

    We need to change another way.

    Alice thought about it and decided to go to the outside of the other party's dream to take a look at the situation before making a countermeasure.

    As a result, when she followed the instructions of the beacon and approached the edge of the witch Triss's dream, she couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

    This, this is not right, why is she... No, the "Triss" in the dream is a man... Why is there "Claire" in his dream? !

    Moreover, this is quite difficult to describe...

    In his dream, "Claire" held a long whip with dangerous barbs in her hand, and her heels stepped on his blood-stained chest... No matter from which angle you look at "Claire", she looks like a bad woman.

    But "Triss" seemed to have a contradictory expression of pain and obsession...

    Alice was rarely stunned for half a minute, and a dangerous idea gradually emerged in her mind:

    Otherwise, kill her as soon as possible?

Chapter.36 Tracking (Page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    After thinking blankly for a long time, Alice finally gave up the idea.

    Forget it, she had to thank the other party for not having any more outrageous dreams, otherwise she really didn't want to sneak into this dream, let alone replace his imaginary self.

    In this situation, she just had to hold back her nausea and whip him a few more times to replace the scene.

    Just think of it as giving the horses a few whips when driving a carriage so that they can run faster... Damn it, she has never driven a carriage!

    With a very complicated mood, Alice sank into this dream that belonged to Triss, and her consciousness gradually revived in another body wearing a luxurious dress.

    Before she reacted to her actions, Alice had already followed the inertia of her body and wrist, and swung the barbed long whip in her hand to hit the person at her feet.

    "Hmm..."

    "Triss", who was in a male body in the dream, bit her lips tightly, and the low moan she made was full of shame and anger, as well as a bit of indescribable ambiguity.

    After secretly cursing the pervert, Alice managed to get into the mood and sneered at the round-faced boy with hazy eyes at her feet.

    "What a despicable thing. You dream of being treated like this by me. You are just like livestock... No, you are not even as good as livestock. Chickens and ducks can lay eggs and offer themselves as meat for people. Cows, sheep and horses are even more valuable. And you? What else do you do in this world besides wasting food and producing filth?"

    If Klein had the honor of hearing her sarcasm, he would probably be very "considerate" to add a complaint that this kind of person only eats bread and rice at a high price.

    "I..." As if Tris was awakened by the words of the person in the dream, the haze in his eyes faded a little, and shame and resentment flashed across his face, and finally froze on a gloomy and fearful expression.

    "I don't want to be like this either... But, but only if I get close to you! Only when I get close to you will those crazy calls and mutterings stop!"

    Alice didn't expect this answer at all.

    "Calling and mumbling?"

    "I don't know... I don't know anything..."

    Tris whispered blankly, as if he hadn't heard her question at all. He stretched out his hand and pinched his neck fiercely with a painful expression. While tightening the strength in his hand, he struggled to breathe as hard as he could, and let out a scream similar to that of a beast.

    This person is really not normal...

    Repressing the idea of ​​staying away from him, Alice looked down at the whip in her hand, and tentatively moved her wrist, wanting to whip the person under her feet.

    As a result, perhaps because she was not familiar with this unsuitable "weapon", she happened to whip the round face. In an instant, the fragile facial skin was covered with bloody scars, which looked hideous and miserable.

    However, it seemed that because of this piercing pain, Tris sobered up a little, and the hand pinching his neck suddenly relaxed, and he began to cough weakly.

    "Okay, let's just treat it as torture..."

    Alice whispered to herself, and at the same time looked at the wounded dream master on the ground, and found that he at least put on his pants properly, so he didn't embarrass her further...

    "Come, let's have a pleasant chat about those calls and mumblings."

    After finding the right way to communicate with "Triss", Alice quickly dug out the information she wanted from him.

    And because half of the control of the dream at this moment fell into her hands, as "Triss" narrated intermittently, the scenes in the dream would change from time to time, restoring the situation in his memory.

    A strange mission, a "mourning lady" whose appearance and form could not be seen clearly, a strange altar and ritual, and...

    a prayer.

    Alice has now learned that in the mystical knowledge of this world, descriptions similar to the rhythm of pronunciation usually point to a certain existence of a very high status, and pray for the ritual spells of great power from Him.

    For example, the prayer spells circulated within the Orthodox Church.

    But at this moment, "Triss" seemed to be unaware of everything in the outside world. She just knelt and curled up in front of the altar in her dream almost instinctively, mumbling and repeating the pronunciation of some ancient language.

    Alice subconsciously wanted to trigger the guiding gesture to cast the effect of "knowing the language" on herself. But she quickly realized that she was in a dream at this time and could not complete this simple spell effect.

    Her intuition made her understand that continuing to let "Triss" continue to recite this text might cause unpredictable problems.

    So she forced herself to memorize the pronunciation, ready to explore it after leaving the dream - although this was a language she had never heard before, but with her mastery of the many language rules she had learned, forcing memorization was not a big challenge.

    Before "Triss" was about to repeat the third recitation, she waved her wrist and let the whip fall on his blood-stained back, interrupting the next prayer.

    "Who are you praying to?"

    Tris's expression was distorted by pain, and deep fear flashed in his eyes.

    "No... I, I don't know... I was expecting you to tell me the answer..."

    After repeated confirmation, Alice finally had to admit that "Triss" was just a chess piece used by others, with clues left on her body, but she knew

    very little. The value of this dream is running out, it's time to leave.

    She gradually withdrew her consciousness from the image of Claire and broke up this body, and then handed the dominance of the dream back to "Triss".

    Everything that follows has nothing to do with her.

    ...

    And under the same sky and the same crimson moon, two extraordinary people from the Sleepless Path were strolling in a woodland that once belonged to a manor.

    They were wearing black windbreakers, tight trousers, and various spiritual amulets engraved with the emblem of the goddess in their pockets. They looked like many other night watchers with similar habits, nothing special. The only difference

    was probably that they all wore red gloves on their hands.

    "Since Captain Krestai said he wanted to find the 'Mirror Witch', what day is it today?" One of them asked casually in a casual tone during the stroll.

    "Three... four days?" The other answered his teammate uncertainly.

    "I feel like it's been at least a week..." The night watcher wearing red gloves snorted, "And we can only be like this, like two fools who can't sleep at night, wandering around in this forest, hoping to find something..."

    "It's not that we can't sleep at night, it's that we don't need to sleep at night." His teammate kindly corrected him, but for some reason he didn't refute the word fool.

    Maybe it's because it's really stupid.

    But the two red gloves also understood the church and Captain Creste Sesima's arrangement.

    After walking a short distance in silence, the red gloves stopped at the same time and stopped moving forward.

    They arrived at the end of the forest - although it was the end, it was not accurate.Chapter.36 Tracking (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    Because, what appeared before them was a sea of ​​trees that was almost impossible to exist under the climate conditions of Disi.

    Just like being eroded by a giant forest in a fairytale world, the towering trees that rose from the ground almost occupied the entire field of vision, and the lush branches and leaves blocked the sky and the brilliance of the red moon. The summer night insect chirping that accompanied them all the way also stopped here, and only silent silence and darkness spread.

    Although the two red gloves were both insomniacs with dark vision, facing this extremely weird sea of ​​trees, they still felt a tremor in their hearts and shuddered subconsciously.

    "...Has the number of steps from the entrance of Green Lawn and Lake Lady Manor to the border of the sea of ​​trees changed?"

    "No, I still have 1,975 steps. How about you?"

    "I think it's about the same... I forgot how many steps I reached halfway through. Probably, it's about this number."

    "Okay, I know it."

    After taking a silent breath, the red glove who spoke first suggested, "Do you want to go in for a walk tonight? The scope of the sea of ​​trees seems to have been determined, and it hasn't expanded outward in these days..."

    The other red glove shook his head steadily.

    "No, I advise you to give up this plan. This forest is too abnormal. Have you forgotten the adventurous Mechanical Heart team? They only went in to explore for less than five minutes before they all fled back... because someone had an extra thumb on his left hand, someone found that his legs were full of hyperplastic tumors, and someone was almost scared to death by the extra granules with faces on his neck... If you

    count carefully, it has been several weeks since the battle, but this forest affected by the extraordinary items has not recovered to this day, and it has even expanded several times in the middle... Captain Krestel said that a bishop has determined that the witch has an extremely dangerous high-sequence item in her hands, and it is most likely in the field of life... the cultivator's path."

    "Do you think the Church of the Mother Earth is involved in this matter?"

    "I don't know, but I personally think it's unlikely."

    "Then... the School of Life?"

    "I think you should go back to the database and review it carefully. The School of Life has no connection with the cultivator's path that controls life."

    "Then what do they call themselves the 'Life' School!" One of the Red Gloves shouted in surprise.

    But it's not like you can just yell a few words and let the other forces decide to change the name...

    Another red glove was helpless, but couldn't find any words to refute, so he had to turn back to the topic and remind his teammates to focus on the night patrol.

    At this moment, the expressions of the two changed, and they opened their spiritual vision at the same time.

    In the spiritual vision of the red gloves, a spiritual creature with a strange appearance suddenly squeezed out of a tree trunk beside them, raised the body part that looked like an arm, and handed over a letter.

    "Captain Krestai's message..."

    The red gloves looked at each other, and the slightly more stable one took the letter and quickly opened it to read.

    After only a few seconds, he raised his head with some surprise.

    "It's good news! Captain Krestai has tracked down the witch!"

    "Where?" The other red glove was refreshed after hearing this, and no longer entangled in the naming problem of other organizations.

    "In the central area of ​​Ahowa County, near the outskirts of Tingen City! The captain's spirit sensed traces of spells similar to those here, which are the frost spells used by the witch!"

    "Tingen City, Tingen City... It seems that the Mirror Witch escaped on the way to Winter County on the escort ship. So, she didn't run very far." After sighing a few times, one of the red gloves was slightly excited and waved his fist exaggeratedly. "It seems that the boring night patrol is about to end. Did Captain Creste mention the time and place for the team to reunite in the letter?"

    When asked this question, the Red Gloves team member who was flipping through the letter showed a somewhat subtle expression, then slowly put down the arm holding the letter and shook his head.

    "The captain's pursuit is still going on, and he seems to have decided on a countermeasure, saying that too many executors are not needed... We, we still have to continue patrolling."

    "...Continue patrolling?"

    "Yes. Do a good job, man."

    Red Gloves patted the young teammate on the shoulder and encouraged him in a comforting tone, as if he was talking to him and himself.

    ...

    With the setting of the moon and the rising of the sun, a new day quietly arrived, and most citizens of Tingen City welcomed a new and beautiful Sunday in their dreams.

    However, Klein was not able to stay in bed and sleep in. Unlike

    Benson and Melissa who had rest time, his day off was tomorrow, which was Monday. Today, he still had to get up early as usual and rush to the company.

    But thinking that he had now become a regular employee and his weekly salary had doubled to 6 pounds, Klein was full of motivation again, and the small regret of not being able to be lazy was nothing.

    After getting enough sleep and rest last night, he had regained his composure and stopped thinking about unrealistic things. After breakfast, he put on his coat, picked up his cane and walked out of the house.

    But in an inadvertent glance, Klein suddenly stopped and stared at the mail slot in front of his door as if he had seen a ghost, his expression looked a little dull.

    After a while, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the familiar and strange black letter, turned around and ran up to the second floor of his house, knocking on the door of the guest room.

    Fortunately, this movement did not disturb Benson and Melissa who had not yet gotten up. While Klein was waiting anxiously, the door in front of him creaked open, and Alice's face, which seemed to be still a little sleepy, appeared in the crack of the door.

    "What's the matter...?"

    She looked like she hadn't woken up yet, and her words were like a dream, but Klein didn't care about that at this time. He repeatedly said that there was an emergency, so he asked her to open the door a little, and he moved quickly into the house.

    As a result, he was about to raise the envelope in his hand to explain the situation, but at this moment he saw Alice's appearance clearly. He instantly forgot what he was going to say, and even the letter in his hand fell to the floor unconsciously.

    "This letter..."

    Alice was attracted by the black letter that fell to the ground. She squatted down to pick it up, and her eyes gradually regained some spirit.

    During this time, her right hand was pinched in front of her chest, holding the two corners of the edge of the thin blanket on her body, so that the only cloth draped over her shoulders would not slip off and reveal a large area of ​​delicate skin underneath.

    But, but, this is just a thin blanket after all, it can't block much of his vision, not to mention that he is still looking down...

    Klein didn't know how long he had been down before his mind finally slowly resumed normal operation.

    He took a silent breath and was about to move his eyes away from the quilt, and the next second he met her gaze looking at him.

    Alice raised her head and blinked a few times, suddenly woke up, and looked down at herself.

    "Ah."Chapter.37 Honorable NamePrevious ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    A few minutes later, Klein covered the painful part of his waist with one hand, and used the back of his hand to cool his face to relieve the lingering heat. He stayed in his room and reflected on his mistakes.

    ... More than half of the current situation was his own fault.

    After reacting, Alice immediately completed her remedy - chanting two syllables and casting a spell with her left hand. In the blink of an eye, the thin blanket draped over her shoulders turned into a loose robe.

    Although it still looked a little ambiguous, it was much better than the previous bad state.

    Klein relaxed his vigilance at this time.

    So soon, he was punched by Alice who stood up...

    But this is not the point.

    The point is that after being punched, he found that her attack was completely painless, and even looked at the girl's rare blushing expression and thought it was cute... Then, he seemed to accidentally pull the muscles of his face.

    In other words, he smiled in the usual sense.

    After that, well, he was grabbed by the soft flesh on his waist and almost died on the spot.

    It was a perfect example of how happiness turns to sorrow. Wait, I used the wrong idiom! He wasn't secretly happy before! If I really need an idiom to describe it, it should be an unprovoked disaster!

    …Okay, from a rational point of view, he was wrong. He shouldn't have rashly barged into a girl's room. Even if there were some secrets between them that needed to be kept secret from others, he was not calm enough at the time…

    But, who would have thought that she would…let herself go like this today, and…she was dazed and came to open the door for someone with a blanket wrapped around her…

    What if someone saw her like this?

    And why do I feel that this witch with a bad personality usually behaves more like a witch than a genuine witch, but every morning when she is not sober, she is particularly different, so cute that people can't help but want to bully her…Oh

    my god, my idea is wrong! Isn't this the same excuse she made when she teased me? "Because the reaction is so cute, I can't help but want to do something"?

    It seems that I understand this mentality a little bit…No, I don't enjoy teasing others like her, so why do I have this illusion?

    Stop, stop, don't think about it anymore...

    ...

    After gradually getting rid of the extra thoughts in his mind, Klein heard a slight knock on the door. He subconsciously tightened his back and turned around, and walked over to open the door.

    "Okay, let's make it short so as not to delay your work time," Alice walked into his bedroom, holding the source of all evil that caused this morning's accident, and said with a normal expression, "This letter was sent to the door again this morning?"

    At this time, she had changed out of the robe that the thin blanket had turned into, and wore a sand-colored long skirt in the Loen style. It looked light and everyday, full of the youthful atmosphere of a young girl.

    But for some reason, Klein could feel a certain atmosphere around her that was different from usual.

    If he wanted to find a description that matched it, he thought it was probably close to the sea surface with waves and undercurrents, but it just looked calm.

    So after a slight pause, Klein honestly lowered his head.

    "Before talking about the letter, I want to apologize to you first. I was wrong just now. I was too rash and shouldn't have barged into your room like that..."

    "...It's not all your fault. I was also wrong. Well, let's not mention it anymore since it's the past. Let's talk about the letter." Alice turned her face away, showing an attitude of not wanting to dwell on this topic any further, but the vague feeling of depression faded away a lot.

    Klein breathed a sigh of relief and recounted the process of discovering the letter earlier today. He adjusted his mood and put himself into the serious state of encountering the incident.

    "--This is roughly what happened. Unfortunately, we can only confirm that the letter was delivered at some time after 9:30 last night and before 6:15 this morning. Ordinary postmen obviously would not deliver letters at this time..."

    Alice showed a thoughtful expression, and after pondering for a few seconds, she said:

    "Last time you did a divination for the letter, and the result was that the things inside were harmful... Did you try the same process this time?"

    Klein shook his head to indicate no, but he saw her holding the letter and walking to her desk. After putting it down, she pointed at the table.

    "Mind if I tell you about it?"

    Klein would not refuse a simple divination. Without saying a word, he released the pendulum and asked for divination.

    Soon, he got the same result as last time.

    After hearing the answer, Alice nodded gently.

    "The answer from the divination is that it may have a negative impact on you. Can you use divination again to confirm whether this letter will have a bad effect on me?"

    "You have an anti-divination spell on you, right? I can only say that I will try my best..."

    If it were in the palace above the gray fog, it should be fine, but I can't go there to divine for you... Klein silently added the words he didn't dare to say, and then calmed his mind and began the second divination.

    After a while, he looked up at the girl who was waiting quietly beside him, shook his head and sighed, and put away the motionless yellow crystal pendulum.

    "As you can see, some kind of power interfered with my divination, so unfortunately, I can't be sure whether this letter will also be harmful to you..."

    Although if she could remove the anti-divination effect on her body, she should be able to get a result, but the consequence of doing so might lead to more troublesome things, and Klein didn't want to cause trouble.

    "Well, I understand..." Alice nodded and picked up the black letter on the desk again. "Then I will keep this letter for the time being. Next, I have something else to ask you - do you know anything about the ancient languages ​​used in sacrifices or rituals?"

    Language problem?

    Klein replied cautiously:

    "I know a little bit, mainly Hermetic and Ancient Feysac. I am still learning other languages ​​like Ancient Hermetic and Giant..."

    Besides, don't you know the cheating spell of proficiency in languages? Why do you have to ask me, a dedicated worker who can only master languages ​​through hard study?

    As if she guessed his inner complaints, Alice explained simply:

    "I got some information yesterday, but I couldn't understand the meaning by using proficiency in languages ​​at that time, so I could only remember the whole pronunciation... Can you help me listen to it? It would be good if you can determine which language it belongs to." Ah

    , forcing yourself to remember the pronunciation of a strange language... Klein was speechless for a moment and could only nod to accept this request.

    After brewing for a few seconds, Alice slowly and clearly read out the Hermes language he was familiar with:

    "The Ruler of the End and Nothingness..."

    ? !

    "Stop!" Klein couldn't help but interrupt her in shock before even hearing the beginning, "Is this the information you mentioned?!"

    This is clearly the first part of the honorific name of a certain existence!

    Moreover, it is obviously not the name of the gods he knows!

Chapter.38 DeparturePrevious ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    "This passage is a prayer directed to a certain existence," the girl, whose recitation was interrupted by Klein's surprise, did not show much emotion, and nodded calmly, "I know."

    You know it, and you still dare to recite it?

    In good faith, Klein suppressed the complaint that was about to come out of his mouth, and turned to explain to the witch lady from another world - she might be powerful enough, but after all, she still had limited knowledge of the mysticism of the world in front of her. She didn't know that reciting the honorific name of an unknown existence in Hermetic language might cause unexpected situations.

    And what kind of situation it would be, it really depends on luck: if luck is good, there may be many people praying to Him, and Alice's voice will be ignored directly. It is also possible that He is a kind existence and will respond to the request directed to Him with kindness; but if luck is bad, the call is transmitted to the ears of a chaotic and evil existence, which is fatal...

    Judging from the "ruler of the end and nothingness" at the beginning, the complete honorific name should also be similar to the feeling of destruction and ruin, and it always feels that it will not be directed to a gentle and friendly existence.

    Of course, if the words are "The Fool Who Does Not Belong to This Era", then Klein can absolutely guarantee the safety of calling the Honorable Name.

    Yes, I guarantee it with my personality!

    "Well, I know... similar knowledge can be considered common sense in our school of summoning." Alice pointed out a problem from her point of view, "So as long as you don't recite the full Honorable Name, that high-level being won't hear it, right?" "

    It should be like this..." Klein nodded hesitantly, thinking that this is probably similar to dialing halfway and not completing the other party's number. In theory, it will not point to the existence corresponding to the Honorable Name.

    "Then what if you just recite the full Honorable Name in your mind? Under normal circumstances, there is no way to hear it." She blinked cunningly and smiled, "Klein, you can understand this language called Hermetic, so you should be able to think the same as me."

    Recite in your mind... She means that you should tell him the prayer containing the Honorable Name through telepathy?

    Klein was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and quickly drafted a prayer. He silently recited the honorific name of "The Fool" several times in his heart. After confirming that there was no murmur in his ears and no four black dots in a square shape appeared on the back of his hand, he put his mind at ease and allowed himself to show curiosity. He nodded excitedly and affirmed:

    "I think it should be okay to just recite it in my heart."

    Speaking of which, Alice had never mentioned the return of the two magical items, including the bottles of potions, to him since she came back... Does this mean that she originally intended to give these things to him?

    This, this is not right... How can he feel comfortable with this...

    Just as Klein's thoughts were divergent, Alice suddenly put away her smile, as if she was recalling something very important.

    "Hmm - wait a minute, I changed my mind temporarily. I got this prayer in my dream last night, and asked the dreamer to recite it twice. This morning, I received an unsigned black letter... These two things may not be unrelated. The prayer in the dream may really be answered, so silent prayers may also be heard."

    "In a dream? You can enter other people's dreams?" Klein extracted this information from her words and was surprised.

    Similar to Captain Dunn's ability as a "nightmare"? She can actually do this with the help of magic. What else can't this witch do?

    No, strictly speaking, the spells she mastered have far exceeded the capabilities of the Witch Path...

    At least as far as he knows, indiscriminate charm, illusion, mind-affecting and cognitive, mirror-based rapid transfer, "stand-in" fragment creation, plus now dreaming.

    Well, charm and mirror spells can still be counted as the unique abilities of witches; dreaming is the "nightmare" signature of the Insomniac Path; illusion and mind spells... I don't know if there are any mind-related paths. Judging from the names of the potions alone, the subsequent Sequence 8 "Mind Reader" and Sequence 7 "Psychoanalyst" of "Audience" may be related to this field, but at low sequences, they don't seem to be able to achieve the level she has now.

    In summary, her ability can actually be regarded as the combination of three different extraordinary paths?

    Considering the language proficiency that made him extremely envious, perhaps it is more than that.

    Perhaps the admiration in his eyes was too obvious, and Alice smiled briskly and confidently when she heard it.

    "The little skills that the nightmare taught me are not magic, but just small tricks."

    The nightmare... the real nightmare, the night terror, the demon belonging to the extraordinary species? She has dealt with this kind of creature before...

    In her world, communicating with extraordinary species does not seem to be a very rare case, but obviously the situations in the two worlds cannot be confused.

    "Anyway, it is enough to know that this language is called Hermetic. I will find some information later, learn a little, and directly translate the prayer into the common language of the continent... Um, no, Loenese, this should be no problem."

    Although Klein was quite curious about the full name of the unknown existence, since Alice said so, he respected her choice and nodded without saying anything more.

    Just before he was about to leave the room, he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the girl behind him.

    "If you plan to learn Hermetic, would you like to take a look at the textbooks and study notes I used before? I may not have mentioned it to you, but my major in college is history. In order to study historical documents, I taught myself Hermetic very seriously..." Although it was the original owner who was very serious.

    With ready-made materials, Alice could save the trouble of collecting them. She readily agreed and followed Klein who turned around to the desk. She watched him take out two or three thick notebooks from the right drawer at the bottom of the desk. Judging from the yellowing degree and folding marks of the notebook paper, they were obviously written two or three years ago.

    "These are the notes I took at the time. As for the textbooks, you should be able to choose the ones on the second row of the shelf..." Klein said, pointing to the Hermetic textbooks from entry to grave.

    Alice blinked, then nodded and smiled: "Okay, I see, thank you."

    "...You're welcome." For some reason, facing her frank thanks, he actually felt a little bit of joy that was almost embarrassing.

    To get rid of this illusion, Klein took out his pocket watch and checked the time. He immediately said that it was almost time for him to go out. So after saying goodbye to the girl, he ran out of the house and headed for the public carriage.

    Alice, who was still in the room, was slowly flipping through the textbook with Hermetic and Loenese parallels. She looked like she was recalling something, and shook her head with a funny and helpless look.

    "It's so bad to just say thank you. How dare I joke again? Besides..."

    Maybe she should consider leaving.Chapter.39 Encounter (Page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    Klein Moretti.

    From the perspective of a collaborator, he performed impeccably, even perfectly.

    He was kind and harmless. Although he had doubts and tests against her, he quickly made a judgment and dispelled those unnecessary suspicions.

    Facts have proved that her initial intuition was not wrong, and this person was worthy of her trust.

    The premise of trust is honesty, and she did not lie to him in general.

    But just as Klein concealed some facts that he did not want to tell her, she concealed more than that.

    The difference was that she knew the nature of his so-called work, and that the "Blackthorn Security Company" that hired him was just a cover.

    He was a night watcher. Like the team she encountered when she first came to this world, he was loyal to the Church of the Goddess of Night.

    And she actually knew this as early as the beginning.

    After all, the aura of the extraordinary part of him was almost exactly the same as that of a female night watcher in the previous team.

    That was probably the special aura of the "Fortune Teller" potion user.

    Of course, it is not difficult to imagine why Klein did not tell her these things. Considering his cautious and sincere character, he just wanted to avoid conflicts and troubles.

    Similarly, Alice's concealment of his secrets was also due to similar reasons.

    Some things are easy to cause misunderstandings and unnecessary troubles if they are said, so it is better not to mention them.

    But all this is built on a fragile balance.

    She can trust him, but she cannot be defenseless against him.

    This kind of gaffe is not the first time, but the accident this morning is obviously a serious violation of the line.

    Should the problem be attributed to her drowsiness and fatigue after waking up from a dream? Or is it because Klein's harmlessness made her forget the most basic precautions?

    No matter what the reason is, it should not be an excuse for her to let down her guard.

    She should consider leaving, but not immediately.

    The new identity has been prepared. The "dead" Claire Sibley did not commit suicide in the revenge crime, but found a woman who is very similar to herself as a substitute, drawing an unsolvable end line for her revenge.

    After all, she is a witch who hides her identity in the ordinary society. How could she be willing to risk her life for a heartless man?

    ——But it's not time to activate this identity yet.

    Since she left traces of her activities with the witches as Claire, once Alice officially decided to take on the role, it would mean that she would have to face the subsequent plans related to the witch sect with this identity, which would obviously be stressful.

    This is not a good choice for her now.

    Recently, she has relied too much on those chaotic spells.

    Although it must be admitted that these spells and even abilities inherited from the devil are extremely useful and convenient here, but everything has its limits.

    She is not one of those half-blood warlocks who inherit power by blood, nor is she one of those witches who associate with demons and devils. The witches in her world refer to such aliens who throw themselves into the abyss, and they cannot be viewed with the usual good and evil.

    She is a human, at least Alice herself firmly believes so, and cannot indulge herself in relying on that part of power, nor does she want to be bound by it.

    But whether she likes it or not, the constraints and restrictions on her will not disappear, even if she leaves the original world and comes to another completely different plane.

    It follows her like a shadow, and it always accompanies her.

    Just like normal people need to eat and drink to survive, she has some special habits similar to them, habits that humans should not have.

    This was one of the facts she had concealed from Klein, and it was also the key factor in her initial choice of him as a partner.

    But he was not the only choice that could not be replaced.

    At least, as long as Alice was willing, similar substitutes would appear, and the number could even be more than one or two.

    Look, she was actually quite kind, right? She had made plans to leave before the other party fell, so that he would not regard her as an irreplaceable person.

    I believe that as long as he went through a period of adaptation that was neither too long nor too short, he would gradually forget this emotion that once made his heart throb, and continue his life.

    ——If Klein could hear her words, he would probably hold on to his face and pretend to be calm and express his objection.

    But some facts would not change because of this.

    Perhaps at the beginning he was influenced by her charm and had a little bit of good feelings for her. Coupled with his desire to explore unknown things and her watering out of bad taste, these little good feelings soon took root and sprouted, breaking through the ground.

    He was probably aware of this, but he was still worried, so he tried hard to convince himself and was always unwilling to face his heart.

    But that was the end.

    After she stabilized and found a new place to live, she would leave his life and would not cause him any more trouble.

    As for now, let's focus on the interpretation of Hermes.

    Alice had a hunch that the meaning of that honorific name was probably closely related to the reason why she was called here.

    ...

    "Goddess, in just less than a month, Klein, you have become an official member..." The brown-haired girl Roshan couldn't stop sighing since she saw Klein, filling the front desk area of ​​Blackthorn Security Company with a gloomy mist. "Now I have to go to the armory every two days. If I continue like this, my skin will get worse and worse... To be honest, Klein, when are you going to find a partner to marry? Just leak a little bit of secrets to her, just as if you are helping us develop new civilian staff?"

    "Ms. Roshan, I still think you have the ability to find a suitable marriage partner and then develop the other party into a civilian staff member. This should be easier than asking me to do the same thing."

    Klein joked with her, but he thought to himself that he did know someone who knew the secrets of the Beyonders, but that was a "witch" wanted by the church. If she were to be recruited as a civilian staff member of the Night Watch, there would probably be consequences that would be difficult to deal with...

    After shaking his head to deal with Roxanne's unusual celebration, Klein sat down at his desk to sort out the materials, then went to Old Neil to continue his mysticism course and read historical documents...

    After completing the morning schedule that was not much different from the past, he went to the lounge and had lunch with his colleagues who had become familiar with him.

    "Klein, do you remember the question you asked me some time ago?" Leonard pushed the lunch box in front of him, which he had hardly touched, aside, and his face seemed to be more melancholy than yesterday.

    Hearing this, Klein slowly swallowed the food in his mouth and drank another mouthful of vegetable soup to moisten his throat before replying,

    "I remember asking you a lot of questions, but I can't guarantee which one it was."

    "No, you definitely remember it, that one..." Leonard seemed a little embarrassed to speak, but he still tried to lower his voice and coughed lightly, "If you fall in love with someone who is already in a relationship with someone else..."

    Klein paused while chewing the oatmeal bread and almost choked on his food.

Chapter.39 Encounter (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    "...You?"

    Could it be that Leonard finally discovered that he and Alice were living together, and now he came to him to accuse him?

    No, they were not in a relationship, so there was no need to accuse him...

    The night watchman with a poetic and romantic temperament frowned slightly and sighed helplessly.

    "I know it seems immoral to admit this, but I really can't bear it. Maybe I'm just a step late, and I have to see the person I like walk away to someone else... Not to mention that the other person is not a good person worthy of trust!"

    ... From the tone of his voice, it seems that he is not talking about him. Klein breathed a sigh of relief and asked,

    "Wait, Leonard, I can't quite follow your train of thought. The person you like is the one you mentioned before... Sorry, I don't know her name, but anyway, after you met her again, you found that she had become someone else's lover?"

    "...It's just a possibility." Leonard didn't want to admit this sour guess. He turned around and raised his spoon to poke his lunch stew again and again. "I forgot to mention that I met her in a cafe and spent several long and short afternoons with her..."

    You probably didn't forget to mention it, but you didn't say it on purpose.

    How could Klein forget the shock he felt when he saw this poet classmate in the cafe, but life is like a play, and it all depends on acting. He can fully understand Leonard's feelings and won't expose him mercilessly on the spot.

    So Leonard continued his story, saying that he accidentally went to the cafe again on Saturday afternoon, but he learned from the chat of several maids and waitresses that on Friday evening, the beautiful girl who made him fall in love with her actually got on the carriage of her employer, Ms. Danitali!

    Moreover, the two of them seemed to be heading out of the city together. It was said that the Deville family's villa out of the city was in that direction. What made the maids and waitresses imagine more was that Ms. Danitali did not show up at the cafe all day on Saturday!

    Does this mean that another girl has fallen in love and was held in the palm of the hand by the fickle and sentimental Danitali? They may be in a passionate honeymoon period now, intimate and unwilling to separate? But how long can this passion last, will it last more than a month?

    The maids and waitresses were discussing their employer's new love quietly, completely unaware that there was a midnight poet who was good at sensing standing outside the cafe, who heard these gossips clearly and made his hands and feet cold.

    "I just hope that this Sunday and Monday will pass quickly, so that I can see her again and get the truth from her... no matter how hurtful it will be." Leonard sighed a little frustrated, but couldn't help but recall the girl's gentle and innocent smile.

    - She seemed to have said that there was a chance to meet her on the street on Sunday...

    Goddess bless, if this is true, it would be great, he will go to church and pray more seriously when he returns!

    Klein recalled the "bloody text message" Alice sent him on Friday afternoon, as well as her abnormal behavior of returning home late that night. He immediately understood that this should be what she said about being busy. As for the content...

    Considering that the next day was the day of the witch dinner, he was 80% sure that she was definitely not going to have a love affair with her female employer!

    Besides, why are they all worried about her being cheated on? It's almost the same if she cheats on others, right?

    But now, Klein still stood on the position of a colleague, encouraged Leonard, and imitated Benson's tone of teaching him love experience, and made up a few hypocritical sentences. As expected, he received a subtle look from the other party that he wanted to say something but stopped.

    "Klein, if I hadn't read your file information, which said that you are still single, I would almost think that you are some kind of emotional counseling expert."

    Klein was a little amused and a little angry, and pretended to be stern and said:

    "Who says single people can't be emotional counseling experts? It is precisely because we don't have time to put theory into practice that we choose to delve into more theories!... Well, Emperor Roselle didn't say anything similar?"

    "Maybe not, who knows." Leonard smiled with his green eyes slightly curved, and the gloom on his face seemed to dissipate a lot. "But thanks to your humor, I feel a little more relaxed now, and even thought of a good idea."

    "What did you think of?" Klein had a vague feeling that he shouldn't have any expectations.

    "Hasn't Roshan been complaining recently that you have joined the official team, and one less civilian worker?" Leonard said his plan in a brisk tone, "I was thinking, find an opportunity to reveal my identity as a Beyonder in front of her, and then accept a little punishment for leaking secrets, let her come to work here, and take the opportunity to help her get rid of her female boss's entanglement!"

    Good guy, this guy is quite thoughtful... Unfortunately, he fundamentally got some issues wrong.

    Klein tried his best to persuade him, using the example of the dangers he encountered when he was involved in an extraordinary event, and brought up Roshan's views on ordinary people stepping into the extraordinary world, and finally dispelled Leonard's terrible idea and avoided a disaster.

    "Well, I actually think that civilians don't need to face danger like us night watchers, and the nature of their work is relatively safe. There are really few exceptions like you..."

    Leonard sighed with a little regret.

    "Of course I don't deny that I hope she can choose to become an Beyonder in my heart, but you are right, thinking this way is a bit selfish, and I don't consider the other party's feelings at all."

    Yes, you didn't consider the possibility that she is an Beyonder herself. Although she was not, the correct answer was even more outrageous...

    Klein nodded silently, and finally found a chance to finish the remaining food in the lunch box. He continued to listen to his colleagues talking about other topics with a full and comfortable feeling, and occasionally took the time to respond. In this way, he spent the rest of his lunch break under the sunny and lazy sunshine by the window.

    ...

    At sunset in the evening, unknown to others, next to the municipal square at the intersection of Iron Cross Street and Narcissus Street, an inconspicuous gray-robed musician chose a position in a corner away from other people's sight, took out his string instrument, looked at the lively crowd in the square and plucked a few notes.

    Unlike the slightly heavy mood of the bard, the notes flowing from her fingertips were cheerful and moving. After only two or three small adjustments, the melody perfectly matched the rhythm of the circus performances in the distance, making the people who heard the music happy, and even vaguely had the urge to dance to the beat.

    The setting sun slowly fell behind the stacked buildings and finally fell below the horizon. The street lamps around the town square were lit up one by one by the lamplighters. The number of spectators lingering around the circus performance venue was decreasing. The once cheerful and joyful music had long since changed into a quiet serenade style, peaceful and long, attracting more and more people to stop and listen.

    Unconsciously, a calm and gentle female voice joined in, singing the last quiet and beautiful ending in an unknown language.

    Alice breathed a sigh of relief, and opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the singing as her fingers left the strings.

    The strange woman in a black dress seemed to sense something, and her deep gray-blue eyes did not dodge and met her gaze directly.