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Chapter.24 Ice and Fire (Page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    "You want to hunt me... Well, you are very brave, but your vision is poor. Hunters should not choose prey that is stronger than themselves."

    In a calm tone like talking about the weather, the soft and gentle voice of the girl sounded as usual, but it was not at the location of the explosion, but far away at the other end of the diagonal.

    Danetalli did not recklessly continue to attack.

    The first sneak attack was a test, and even a declaration of war, but it was obvious that the witch had already seen through her intentions and responded calmly.

    The witch who was good at mirror magic could use a mirror substitute to escape the explosion range of the fireball, so she might not use the mirror illusion to create sound to confuse the enemy.

    Danetalli put away her slightly crazy smile, and easily jumped up and stood up with the strength of one hand. Then she raised her hand leisurely and took care of her messy dark golden hair.

    "The positions of prey and hunter may be reversed at any time, and a weak hunter may be able to hunt a stronger target than himself... Ha, especially when the prey is addicted to the current situation of advantage and despises the hunter."

    She tied her ponytail again with graceful and gentle movements, not caring about her ragged clothes at all, and hooked her finger at the black-robed witch who appeared in another corner of the basement.

    "How does it feel to be ambushed? Should you act angry now, or just come over and kill me?"

    Alice calmly gathered the black robe on her shoulders.

    "You want to provoke me and force me to take the initiative to attack."

    "Oh, sharp observation! I believe that anyone with normal intelligence will come to the same conclusion!" Danita Li said in an exaggerated tone, "Or, you are actually a witch with a particularly good temper. Even if you are attacked, you think that you can solve the trouble by just smiling or taking off your clothes? Ha, if that's the case, then I guess there must be a lot of people who have slept with you. A dozen? Dozens? Or more?"

    Such remarks are an insult to the dignity of most women, but Danita Li still did not see the anger on that beautiful face. The other party did not even change his eyes. Her reflection was quietly reflected in her blue eyes like the sea.

    "When did you have the illusion that I did not fight back?"

    Alice said softly, and the body shrouded in a black robe seemed to become a phantom, fading and disappearing into the air in just two or three seconds.

    "Invisibility..."

    Danetali whispered to herself. Just as she was about to raise her hand to summon the flame, she felt as if her body was bound by invisible threads. She couldn't even raise her arm.

    Spider silk -

    her mind turned quickly, and a blazing white flame ignited from her body, instantly burning off the invisible threads wrapped around her body. There was even a very high temperature flame that spread outward along the spider silk that was burned. In

    less than two breaths, the countless spider silks that were intertwined in the entire basement were ignited by the fire, and a shaky fire net was woven in the pale flames.

    "Are you taking it for granted to use such a flammable material to deal with a 'fire mage'?"

    As she spoke, Danetali turned her palm into a fist, bursting out the muscle strength hidden in her body, and fiercely hit the only part of her side that was not distorted by the high temperature. The fist wind even brought a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

    The petite figure in the black robe reappeared, and she dodged the full force of the "Fire Mage" and the cold light of a short blade flashed in her hand.

    "You can use magical spells, become invisible, and assassinate silently... Ha, but you can't completely take advantage in close combat, especially when facing an opponent who is good at fighting. If you miss a blow, you must run away, keep your distance, and look for the next opportunity."

    Danitali did not pursue, but extinguished the blazing white flames on her body, moving her right arm that had just thrown a powerful punch, and leisurely watched the witch stand a few meters away, watching her reach out to touch the thin silk thread that was about to be burned by the fire.

    "You know the witch very well."

    She heard Alice say this, and she saw a light white frost blooming from her fingertips, and the silk thread that was burning with fire was covered with the color of ice, condensing into strange frost flowers.

    Danitali felt the temperature around her body begin to drop sharply, and in an instant, her hands and feet were frozen stiff, and even her breath was like white mist exhaled in winter.

    But she soon ignited white flames on her body again to dispel this abnormal coldness.

    Danitali knew in her heart that this was not a long-term solution.

    She could only maintain the flames on her body for a limited time, and the witch's frost spell was more difficult than she imagined, especially in this limited space in the basement, the opponent's ice covered almost the entire area with the help of the giant net built by the silk thread.

    Moreover, frost is not like fire. Once there is no air and combustible medium, fire will extinguish itself, but as long as the environment is cold enough, frost will last indefinitely.

    Danitali came to a conclusion almost instinctively.

    Move the battle location.

    Continuing to waste time here will only lead to her defeat. Although she can choose to attack quickly and fight quickly before her physical strength is exhausted, she does not think this approach is wise.

    That is the choice that prey will make when they are trapped, not her.

    Danitali is a hunter, a hunter. She wants to lead the beautiful prey she has set her sights on into a trap, rather than letting the opponent lead the rhythm and fall into disadvantage.

    While thinking, she quickly condensed a red fireball in her palm and threw it at the surrounding ice silk. At the same time, she did not forget to entertain the witch with several large tracking fireballs. Then she saw Alice's figure shattered into multiple lenses again, and the familiar black robe reappeared in another corner. She

    has used the mirror double twice... She didn't even dodge at all. Was she unable to or didn't want to?

    Danitali had a vague guess in her mind, but her hands kept throwing several fireballs at the area covered by the ice thread, saying:

    "Knowing the prey is the basic skill that every qualified hunter should have."

    Alice didn't care about Danitali's behavior of throwing explosive fireballs, but just stared at her with a little coldness.

    "The things you know are not something that can be found out on a whim."

    "Of course, I have my own sources of information, and what else..."

    Danitali counted silently in her heart. As a fireball hit the ceiling of the basement and exploded into a ball of red flowers, she suddenly turned over and dodged behind a load-bearing column in the basement.

    Boom -

    with a loud bang, the wooden ceiling leading to the first floor of the manor was blown up by several consecutive impacts. When the smoke dissipated, a dark hole formed in the destroyed place.

    Alice was away from the danger of being affected when the explosion occurred, but she was still a little later than Danitali.

    As she stood still, Danitali's slightly hoarse androgynous voice floated from the other side of the gap created by the explosion.

    "I heard that witches were all men before, until they drank the potion and were forcibly transformed into women... Miss Alice, how about you? Have you also experienced the humiliation and pain of changing from a man to a woman? Or do you actually enjoy your female identity because it is much more beautiful than your original appearance, and even makes you feel unprecedented happiness..."Chapter.24 Ice and Fire (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    Before she finished her words, Danitali supported herself with one hand and jumped up nimbly to avoid an ice spear thrown at her.

    She turned around and stood up as fast as she could, just in time to see a black shadow appear on the glass of a window on the first floor of the manor, and Alice in a black robe walked out of the image.

    "What? Are you angry because I said it?"

    Danitali continued to provoke. She was not afraid of the other party getting angry out of shame, but rather, in order to ensure that the witch chose to chase her, what she had to do now was to irritate her.

    Otherwise, if the witch continued to stay in the small room underground and wait for her to fall into the trap, then Danitali would have to consider blowing up the basement...

    "Heh." She heard the witch Alice chuckle, "For the daughter of a wealthy businessman in a small city, you seem to know too much. Who told you this? Did the person who led you to the extraordinary path say this?"

    "Are you anxious? Are you scared? Are you starting to think about why a small Sequence 8... a Sequence 8 who is troubled by advanced potions, how could he know these secrets? No way, you are not afraid that there is a big man behind me, so you dare not do it?"

    Danitali smiled unusually brightly, and in contrast to this beautiful smile, there was a nearly vulgar disdainful mockery.

    "I didn't expect that after being turned into a woman by the potion, not only did the thing below disappear, but even the dignity and courage of being a man disappeared? Then you are really pathetic. How does it feel to become a woman from body to mind? In bed with different men... Ha, maybe you enjoy it?"

    Without waiting for the witch to respond, Danitali lowered her head again and sneered.

    "In that case, wouldn't it be better to sleep with me? I won't see you as a man, and you can substitute your former gender, isn't that just right? Refusing me with false reserve will only make me want to pierce you, tear you apart, bite your neck, and make you feel happy in the suffocation of death..."

    Swish, swish, swish -

    three condensed ice spears pierced deeply into the floor and the wall behind the "Fire Mage", but Danitali herself turned over and flashed to the window seat at the edge of the corridor as expected, her tone full of artificial surprise:

    "Why are you fighting again? Did I say something you didn't like?"

    No witch would be indifferent to such provocation, so the "witch" Alice was silent for a few seconds, pretending to be angry and cold.

    "Is that all you want to say? I suggest you save some of your energy for talking, so that you may have some spare energy to let your servants listen to the pleasant screams of their master."

    "So you prefer to be admired... but unfortunately, they won't hear anything."

    In order to prevent the hunting from being disturbed, Danetalie had already made arrangements. At this moment, she jumped onto the windowsill as if she didn't hear any threats, waved her hand to summon fire crows to meet the witch's ice spear, but her body fell backwards and smashed the closed glass window.

    "Come on, come to my hunting ground and start to enjoy the hunting!"

    Her agile body stretched and turned like a bird of prey while falling, and then she rolled over easily to complete this short fall, and stood firmly on the land covered with weeds and bushes under her feet.

    Just like the king who returned to his palace after a visit incognito, Danetalie returned to her hunting ground as a hunter.

    She quickly left the place, silently passing through the grass and bushes that would expose her whereabouts to outsiders, and kept listening to the movement from behind.

    Soon, she harvested the sound she wanted.

    Something fell from a high place, and then there was a rustling sound of footsteps.

    Danetalie couldn't help but feel happy: as long as the witch left the manor building with many mirrors and stepped into this forest, her chance of winning would be greatly improved!

    If the witch hadn't been blinded by anger, she would not have made such a reckless decision.

    Danetalie felt confident to deal with the prey whose reason was swallowed by emotions.

    With the help of her familiarity with the terrain and the perfect use of the "hunter" characteristics in the forest, Danetalie quickly perfected the battle plan, nodded lightly, and turned to the direction where she had set the trap.

    Danetalie planned well, and things went as she expected, but she forgot to consider one problem.

    Her promotion decision was made too hastily.

    If she was willing to spend more time preparing and carefully adjusting the traps originally used to catch animals, then these hidden backup weapons hidden in various places in the mountains and forests would be the first line of defense to consume the witches, and they might even have the chance to become the biggest contributor to the battle.

    The fate of the prey who jumped into the hunter's trap was obvious.

    Unfortunately, her vision in selecting prey was not very good... or should we say, her vision was too good, and she picked a dangerous beast with both strength and beauty.

    Facing the arrow trap triggered by the trip rope, the witch only used a thick ice wall to block it;

    under the huge hunting net that fell from the air, the witch raised her hand and summoned an ice spear that was even bigger than the hunting net, directly hitting the target and knocking the entire net out;

    as for the traps such as rolling stones and rolling logs, the witch did not use any special means, and simply solved the problem with the mirror substitute spell...

    Isn't it said that this substitute spell has restrictions on use? Is it possible that all the mirrors are hung under her black robe? !

    Danitali shouted in her heart that it was cheating, but seeing that there were fewer and fewer traps that could be used, she could not continue to watch.

    At least, the witch's strength and her fighting habits were tested by those traps.

    Moreover, the movement in the mountains and forests was not like that on flat ground. The witch's physical strength would be consumed to some extent, but the opponent's anger should have subsided a little as time went by. It was a combination of advantages and disadvantages.

    Before the witch Alice "tracked" her whereabouts, Danitali took the initiative to attack.

    Taking advantage of the "hunter"'s ease in the mountains and forests, Danitali moved silently among the branches in the high places, like the most cunning and cautious female leopard, approaching the witch's head barehanded and barefoot, and then stopped.

    She drove the instinct of the flame controller and pinched out a spear wrapped in blazing white flames in the process of falling. The surface of her body also ignited the same color of fire almost at the same time.

    The tip of the spear pierced the black robe on the witch's head and penetrated the figure, but Danitali knew it was an illusion. She did not feel the obstruction of splitting the flesh and blood.

    Sure enough, the next second, the torn black shadow in front of her shattered into irregular broken mirror fragments and scattered all over the ground.

    At the same time, she felt the wind flowing behind her, and dodged according to her instinct, but was still scratched by two ice spears. The tissues of the wounds were frozen by the low temperature, and not even a drop of blood flowed out.

    Turning back, the witch Alice was standing in the open space between several northern banyan trees nearby, and there seemed to be a sea of ​​ice in her eyes.

    Needless to say, Danitali waved away the flame spear, allowing the flame in her palm to turn into a red whip and shake it towards the opponent. At the same time, she summoned several fire crows with her left hand and controlled them to fly towards the witch.

    Alice raised her hand to condense a shield of frost, which offset the impact of the fire crows, but more fire crows were created by Danitali, and the other side was swept by the flame whip.

    In order to avoid being attacked from both sides, she chose to dodge to the right.

    In this way, whether it was the flaming whip or the flying fire crows, they all reached her left hand side, and she only needed a thick enough frost wall to block them.

    But at this moment, the manipulator of the flame, Danetalli, used the charging posture that had been set up long ago, and with just one foot stamped on the ground, she flew towards her like an arrow from a bow. The flame whip that was wrapped in her right hand was no longer swung out, but changed its appearance and returned to the form of a blazing white spear.

    ... The tip of the spear, was not aimed at her?

    Alice hesitated for only a moment, and the female hunter who was galloping over seized this opportunity and threw a spear to nail a corner of the black robe to the ground.

    After that, Danetalli summoned the explosive fireball that she had mastered the earliest, and made it pounce on her at the same time as the fire crows that came a step late.

    The corner of the robe that was ignited by the flames was directly torn apart. Alice continued to dodge backwards, and Danetalli chased into close range, no longer using the "fire mage" ability to manipulate the flames, and pretended to subdue the witch with fists and feet.

    It's a bit strange...

    Alice finally noticed something was wrong, but she had been forced back several meters. If she used invisibility to escape, she would be swept by the opponent's attack. Her best choice was to use the frost spell to protect herself. The worst thing she could do was to use the mirror spell once more...

    Just as she was thinking this, Alice's retreat suddenly stopped. She felt that she stepped on a piece of land with a strange texture.

    But Danitali smiled.

    The next second, the two fell into the pit of the trap together. The mechanism on the edge of the pit was triggered, and a large amount of gray-black oily liquid with a pungent smell poured down.

    "Don't move, Miss Alice, otherwise I can't guarantee that I will be so scared that my hand will shake and the fireball in my hand will accidentally blow us both into charred corpses."Chapter.25 Kneel before me (Page 1/3)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    At this moment, both of them were trapped in the hunter's trap, and they were inevitably a little embarrassed.

    Alice's situation was relatively good.

    She used magic to generate a thick layer of ice under her body during the fall. Apart from the few places on her body that were hurt by the fall, only the surface of her black robe was drenched with a lot of gray-black oil.

    As for Danitali on the other side, she was not so lucky.

    Although she did not fall, she was soaked by the oily liquid she had installed in the mechanism, and her whole body was covered with dust and fallen leaves brought up by the trap.

    But even so, she still smiled and maintained the red fireball suspended in her palm, controlling it to keep a distance from the gray oil below -

    as early as when she set up this trap, she buried enough explosives at the bottom of the deep pit. Once the gray oil came into contact with the open flame, the situation would surely fall in an irreversible direction.

    But it was also because of this that Danitali felt the joy of hunting for the first time in a long time.

    She was in such a state of disgrace. She had just been promoted to Sequence 7 "Fire Mage", but she could actually drag the witch, who had obviously reached the level of Sequence 6, to the edge of the abyss of death. With just a wave of her hand, the two of them would be engulfed by endless flames and explosions.

    By then, no matter how many mirrors the witch Alice had on her body that could be used as substitutes, no matter how long her frost spells could resist, she would not be able to escape from this huge execution ground.

    Of course, Danetalie did not want to see this worst-case scenario happen.

    "Are you planning to commit suicide?"

    Alice finally responded, her tone as cold as when she was in combat.

    "No, I haven't lived enough, how can I bear to die here." Danetalie laughed a little wildly, her voice filled with the joy of being satisfied with the hunt, "I just hope you can give up resistance, admit that you have lost, and then... well, let's go back and take a bath together, and then have a good sleep."

    ... Still thinking about sleeping with her now?

    Alice would not misunderstand the meaning of the other party's words. She almost couldn't hold back the cold expression on her face, and the condensed momentum on her body could not help but stagnate.

    "Is it strange? Hunters hunt for only a few purposes: they want to eat meat, they want the beautiful fur of the prey, they want to satisfy their desire as predators... Ha, blame yourself. The particularly beautiful prey will be targeted sooner or later. Even if it's not me, there will be other hunters, hunters who are stronger and more keen on plundering than me..."

    Danitali couldn't help coughing twice as she spoke, and she tasted the taste of burnt internal organs from her throat.

    But even though she knew that she had dragged her newly promoted body to make a fool of herself, almost wandering back and forth on the edge of losing control, she still felt the joy from the bottom of her heart.

    There was a part of the violent power that did not belong to her, which seeped out from the potion she swallowed and flowed to her limbs and body.

    Sure enough, fighting and fighting are the fastest way to digest the potion!

    Danita Li's body was almost exhausted, but her spirit was unusually excited and active. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and continued to "persuade" the witch Alice to surrender in a cheerful tone:

    "Okay, okay, I don't ask you to do anything, just accompany me to sleep... or a few sleeps, is it so difficult to choose? Don't witches like that kind of thing, or do you want to try to force me? Choose the theme, a beautiful maid who is unwilling to do it, is knocked unconscious by the master and tied into the bedroom..."

    At this moment, Danita Li saw the witch Alice slowly smile, and her tender pink lips opened and closed.

    "That's true."

    Before she could be happy about her "surrender", Danita Li heard her continue to say:

    "Then try it, see if you can ignite this sea of ​​fire."

    ... Would rather die than obey? Is there such a witch in the world?

    Danitali was surprised, but she felt something strange around her.

    The gray-black oily liquid was "frozen" into a solid at some point, just like the white frost that covered the ground in autumn and winter, condensing into patches of darkness. On its surface, pure-colored ice layers spread and proliferated rapidly.

    Driven by some mysterious power, they bloomed into shapes that defied common sense, just like stretched branches and ice flowers.

    "How could it be..." It was not until this moment that Danitali realized that her body was also covered with frost.

    She did not feel the change in the temperature around her at all! But how could this be possible? How could such a large-scale freezing be completed in such a short time!

    Danitali tried to break free from the rapidly spreading freezing, and the oil layer on her body continued to peel off during the movement.

    But the ice seemed to come alive and began to hunt her down. First, her feet were frozen into the ice, then her calves, knees, and then her waist...

    When the biting coldness pinched her neck, the last thing she saw was the indifferent witch Alice.

    The edge of her black robe was frost-like with ice crystals.

    Danetali's vision fell into darkness.

    When her consciousness returned to her body, she realized that she had left the pit filled with ash and kerosene.

    The pungent smell lingering at the tip of her nose disappeared, and the coldness that engulfed her body disappeared. Only the pain and exhaustion entangled in her body remained, reminding her of her survival status.

    Danetali opened her eyes with difficulty and confirmed that she was leaning against a tree weakly, and the dirt on her body seemed to have been cleaned up.

    So she tried to turn her stiff neck to find the figure of the witch.

    "Don't worry, I won't kill you. After all, it's very troublesome to deal with the aftermath, and it will affect the two evening dresses that are being made."

    Alice's voice came from the opposite direction she was facing. Danitali turned her head to look at her, and felt as if her neck had been broken once, and her voice was trembling with pain.

    "In your eyes... ahem, my value is just two dresses?"

    Alice, who had already put down the hood of her black robe, glanced at her, and didn't bother to pay attention to the crazy woman's strange words, and continued to talk.

    "Just now you actually had a chance to escape... I mean at the end, if you were determined to light all the kerosene on your body, you should have a chance to escape from my spell range."

    "Ha, I'm not stupid. At that time, lighting a fire would only burn yourself, which was not cost-effective. What's more, I'm still alive now, I haven't broken my hands or feet, and I haven't been burned all over my body. At most, my waist and shoulders are a little scratched, and I will be fine after a few days of rest."

    Danitali acted very open-minded, as if she had long been convinced that the witch would not kill her to vent her anger.

    ...Okay.

    Unable to think of any other topics for a while, Alice fell into silence and thought.

    She was thinking, if she were really a witch, how would she react?

    As a witch who was angry because her "gender truth" was revealed, how would she react after winning with great difficulty?

    ... What? Should the word difficult be put in quotation marks?

    No, no, Alice felt that she really had a hard time fighting - she had been using the rapid casting technique, using the black robe to conceal the necessary spell gestures and medium changes, and had to carefully control the accuracy of each spell, so as not to accidentally expose the identity of the fake witch and be forced to end the battle...Chapter.25 Kneel before me (Page 2/3)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    After all, she didn't have much experience in frost magic, and the fake "invisible silk thread" was also a fake released by the temporarily improved spider web magic...

    and the witch's other signature spell, black flame, she didn't use it once during the whole process, fortunately, the other party should not be suspicious.

    "Are you thinking about how to deal with me? Ha, hunters will also become prey one day, which is quite fresh..."

    Danetalie seemed to not care about her status as a captive of the defeated, and even had an expression of understanding.

    "Then let's do it."

    Alice made a decision, leaned over and grabbed Danetalie's shirt collar, which was almost tattered and unrecognizable, and threw her to the ground like dragging an animal corpse - during this process, the other party did not resist at all, so even Alice, who was not very strong, successfully completed this action.

    Then, she stepped on the defeated hunter's head, and the sharp heel pointed directly at the forehead under the dark golden bangs.

    "Bend your knees to me, submit to me, there is no other choice... Are you satisfied with this punishment?"

    ...

    In the dead of night, Alice finally returned to Daffodil Street in Tingen City, and returned to the guest room whose furniture was simple but full of life.

    She took off her dirty black robe, fell into the soft bed, and let out a long breath.

    "Huh... It's finally over."

    Although it was tiring to fight with someone, and the treatment of the loser afterwards made her even more mentally exhausted, Alice thought that the harvest tonight was at least worth her efforts. At

    least, she played the role of a witch very well, so well that she could almost confirm her identity as a "witch". Even Danitaly, who seemed to have a deep understanding of witches, did not see through this vest, and at most she just thought that she was better at mirror and frost spells.

    However, compared with a real witch, her shortcomings were also very obvious -

    her performance in close combat was really terrible.

    Whenever she encountered an attack that she couldn't avoid, she would directly use the mirror to teleport away; and when faced with an attack that could be blocked by frost, she would choose to build a defense with ice instead of dodging.

    Danitali obviously caught this characteristic of her actions, and finally used herself as bait to lure her to the vicinity of the trap, and almost succeeded in facilitating a situation where both sides died.

    Alice couldn't think of a better solution for a while.

    In her opinion, witches are a "profession" that has evolved from assassins.

    She knows that her agility is only at the level of ordinary people, not to mention her poor physical strength and power...

    In other words, she is a partial magic system, and has no fighting talent other than the use of magic.

    Even if she uses spells to assist and temporarily improves her physical ability, her fighting and body skills will be full of loopholes, which makes people suspicious.

    So Alice has a clear positioning for her role: a witch who prefers to solve disputes with magic!

    Of course, the characteristics of the assassin part cannot be ignored. For example, at the beginning of the battle, she approached Danitali in stealth, pretending to be trying to assassinate her...

    Alice felt that she should have acted well.

    But it was really strange... The advanced level of the assassin turned out to be a witch famous for her beauty?

    Is it possible that the advanced level of assassination in this world is seduction assassination?

    And what's even more strange is that witches used to be men? !

    Alice had found an opportunity to look at the database of an official extraordinary organization before, and thus chose her temporary fake identity - the "joyful witch" who is good at using invisible silk threads, frost, black flames and mirror spells.

    But the official information didn't say that these beautiful women who are good at seduction and know how to use various means to make the opposite sex happy are all transgendered from men...

    What's this? Men are the ones who know men best?

    Where are all the witches who were originally women?

    Just looking at the very confusing name of the potion "Assassin", there shouldn't be no female options at all... Female assassins are obviously quite common in her world.

    Well, it doesn't matter. Whether this information is true or false, she will remember it. As

    for why Danitali knows so much about witches... She doesn't want to share the secret, so Alice doesn't ask more.

    Anyway, she has obtained the hair and blood of the defeated prisoner. If she is really curious about the other party's experience, she only needs to use a little trick, and the secret will no longer be a secret to her.

    The rest will wait until later. I can't hold on tonight...

    Alice thought so, sorted out the harvest of tonight one by one, and then sighed, and left the comfortable and soft mattress very reluctantly: if she collapses again, she will fall asleep with sweat all over her body.

    She untied her long hair tied up with a hair tie, found her nightgown, and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up and come back to rest.

    When she sleepwalked away the cold sweat from long hours of concentrated spellcasting, changed into her nightgown and returned to the corridor, she saw light coming from the crack of an open door in a bedroom.

    A male face with slightly darker features turned his back to the light source in the room and looked out.

    "You... Ahem, I just heard some movement in the corridor, and I was checking to see if you were back... Melissa talked to me several times before going to bed, telling me about several situations in which young women in modern times do not return home at night, which made me dizzy."

    As if realizing that he had accidentally strayed from the topic, Klein hastily looked away, no longer looking at her in a thin nightgown.

    "Anyway, tomorrow I will tell Benson and Melissa that you didn't stay out all night, you just came back late... Um, by the way, next time you pass a message to me, can you use a more peaceful way? What happened this afternoon is really bad for your heart... Are you listening?"

    After talking to himself in a low voice, Klein finally realized that Alice was unusually quiet tonight. With the light in the room, he could vaguely see her slightly pale face.

    He hesitated for a moment, and took a small step forward with the anti-charm amulet in his hand.

    "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

    But what concerned him was that in the past, at this distance, the amulet in his pocket should have started to heat up and take effect, but today it only became hot for a moment and then stopped responding.

    I'll check its charging status when I get back to the room... Hey, why do I feel like a researcher who is about to come into contact with some highly radioactive dangerous material? I have to be careful at all times whether I am wearing protective clothing properly...

    Just as he was thinking about this, Klein saw Alice lower her head and answered him in a sleepwalking tone:

    "It's a small problem, it's been solved."

    Since she said so, Klein didn't ask any more questions and nodded slightly. The corridor returned to silence as if no one was there.

    ... It was a little awkward.

    Klein was thinking this and was about to say hello and go back to sleep, but he saw her start to walk towards him.

    "Wait, Klein... Don't move."

Table of contentsSave Bookmark⋯Previous pageChapter.25 Kneel before me (Page 3/3)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    It was as if there was moist water vapor invading him, mixed with a little bit of the fragrance of a young girl.

    Klein couldn't see Alice's expression hidden in the shadows, but even if she didn't say that, he couldn't help but stiffen his body as she gradually approached.

    The beautiful girl, who was obviously not restrained by anything except the overly thin lace nightgown, walked in front of him and stopped at a position that was a little too close.

    The distance between the two was less than half a meter at this moment, which was a distance that was not appropriate for their current relationship, so Klein didn't dare to linger on her for too long.

    "You are..."

    Before he finished speaking, a sense of crisis from a spiritual warning suddenly emerged, like a spoonful of cold water poured into boiling hot oil, splashing a phantom pain like a fire point, startling him out of the chaos.

    Something is wrong... There must be something wrong with Alice now!

    At this moment, he even felt that the person in front of him was so strange, as if he had never known her before.

    However, his body failed to obey the judgment of his brain.

    Klein was almost horrified to find that he could not retreat or escape. He could only watch Alice stand still in silence for a few seconds before finally making the next move.

    She moved closer, almost touching him.

    But in the end, that did not happen. Klein exhaled inaudibly.

    He just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt his right arm being gently pulled up by human force, and then something warm and soft pressed against him.

    Pressed against him!

    Suddenly attacked by the extremely warm and soft touch, Klein felt something like fireworks exploded in his brain, shocking him as if he had lost his ability to think. He was almost in a daze for an unknown period of time before he could barely find himself by relying on his instinctive meditation skills. What

    ... is going on?

    Klein was about to suppress his emotions and ask her, but he heard a few suppressed light gasps from the girl who was holding his arm.

    The first thought that popped into his mind was, is she injured?

    But then he realized that no one who was injured would seek help from someone and breathe heavily.

    Moreover, he did not hear any pain in her voice, but rather a certain... special and strange sweetness.

    Even through a layer of shirt, the skin on his arm could clearly feel the heat of the other person's body temperature. Klein subconsciously avoided the guess in his mind and did not think about it.

    But what made him panic and shy was that his healthy and sound male body reacted faster and more directly than his brain.

    The previous sense of crisis and panic had long been diluted by other emotions. At this moment, Klein only felt the blood rushing to his head and his cheeks were strangely hot. Instinctively, he planned to take two steps back to break free from the embrace.

    Alice used very light force, and his movements were no longer uncontrolled as before, so Klein escaped effortlessly and stepped back to the door of his bedroom in two steps.

    In the corridor with only a faint light, he saw her raise her face. Her expression and tone seemed to have returned to normal, as if everything just now was just a strange dream.

    "Remember to go to bed early, Klein. I'm going to bed too. I wish you a good dream."

    Alice, who looked the same as usual, smiled and waved at him, then turned around and went back to the guest room.

    Klein opened his mouth, but he just said good night to the empty corridor and couldn't squeeze out any more words.

    ... Have a good dream?

    He suspected that he couldn't sleep at all!

    Wait...

    That's right, the amulet!

    Alice was so close just now, but the amulet didn't react at all. Could it be...

    Without thinking any more, Klein turned back to the bedroom and took out the silver ornament from his trousers pocket. He was about to take a closer look, but his movements froze for a moment.

    The silver amulet, which was engraved with mystical symbols and once possessed spiritual power and protection, was dull and had been torn in half by a deep crack in the middle. It had obviously died.

    It was cracked... The amulet was actually cracked...

    Klein felt that it was about to crack too: This was the material he had bought with his own pocket money!