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Chapter.61 Sun Badge (Page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    Suspicious... too suspicious, it really seems like some cult organization that can't wait to spread its faith.

    If Alice didn't know that the priest believed in the "Eternal Sun", one of the seven true gods, and the "holy water" he just brought over did contain a pure and sacred aura, she really wanted to turn around and leave right now.

    Well, it seems that she has asked all the questions she should ask, and the other party would not easily reveal more and more secret knowledge to a stranger...

    Then, can she leave?

    As if seeing the girl's intention to get up and leave, the relaxation and lightness on the face of the Fiery Sun monk faded away, and his expression turned into panic and anxiety.

    "Wait, I can swear to you... and to the sun, that what I mentioned before is definitely not a harmful ritual! It will definitely not hurt you or harm you! - It is really just a simple basic ritual that can be successfully completed even if you are not a Beyonder! Just give it a try, there is no harm in trying..." As

    he said this, he suddenly gritted his teeth and pulled out two pieces of paper with text printed on them from under the coffee table, and then steadied his voice again and said:

    "Wait! Can I entrust you to try that ritual? For this, I can pay you 100... no, 300 pounds as a reward!"

    Noticing that the girl had adjusted her sitting posture again, Brother Lieyang took out a gem-studded pen from the inside of his robe and began to write on the paper.

    Soon, he covered the pen cap and pushed the two completed standard contracts to the opposite side.

    "Look, I have prepared a contract, and the terms are clearly written... You see, all you have to do is complete a ritual of praying to the sun, and you will get 300 pounds. And with my guidance, completing the ritual is not dangerous for you who are not a Storm believer... I, I, if you are still worried, I can notarize these two contracts!"

    ... Write the contract yourself and be the notary yourself? This guy's logic is not right.

    Alice glanced at the suspicious monk in silence, and then spread her hands leisurely.

    "Excuse me, your mood has been a little abnormal since you talked about that ritual... That ritual seems to be very important, so why don't you complete it yourself?"

    Brother Lieyang smiled bitterly and raised his hand to point to several semi-finished metal products that were squeezed to the edge of the coffee table.

    "Because I can't hold the ceremony myself... Have you seen these failed emblems? In order to let more Loen people have the patience to understand the faith of the sun, I planned to improve the design of the sun's holy emblem. As a result... As a result, I seem to have accidentally angered the great scorching sun..."

    The girl couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise when she heard this, and in the eyes of the scorching sun monk, she was now as surprised as if she had seen a curly-haired baboon that could speak.

    "Yes, you heard it right. The believers and servants of the sun actually angered the gods they serve. Every time they want to hold a ceremony to sincerely confess to Him, the holy fire of punishment will fall... There will be no more funny jokes than this." The monk sighed with a bitter face.

    "You are the first person who has the patience to listen to me finish my topic about the scorching sun, and you are also an insider of the extraordinary power... I hope you can hold that ceremony, praise the sun and plead with Him for me, saying that His loyal servant has deeply reflected on his mistakes and asks the sun to forgive his actions..."

    This person... wants to take advantage of other people's "new believer benefits" and mix his own confession into the prayer to the gods in order to be forgiven?

    Alice didn't know how to react, so she had to suppress the absurd feeling in her heart and looked up at him:

    "Are you really sure that I won't be angered by the Eternal Sun because of mentioning you, and then purified by a holy fire?"

    "No!... It shouldn't be." To strengthen the credibility of his statement, the handsome young monk added, "The great scorching sun is always extra tolerant to new believers who offer praises. There will be no problem! Uh... Even if the holy fire really comes down, it will only burn me."

    Should I say this person is stubborn or stupid... How can a believer privately change the design of the holy emblem of the gods? It would be strange if the gods were not angry?

    Alice shook her head silently and sighed:

    "I still think that you should sincerely repent for the mistakes you made and beg for forgiveness from the gods... Since you angered the Eternal Sun because of the holy emblem, why not destroy all the holy emblems with changed designs and then pray to the Eternal Sun."

    The monk's expression suddenly changed. He quickly collected the scattered semi-finished emblems and wrapped them tightly with his pure white robe:

    "Destroy the holy emblem? No, you can't do that. In my heart, these emblem designs are equivalent to the symbol of the great sun. Asking me to destroy them ruthlessly is equivalent to forcing me to extinguish the sun in my heart!"

    Although the other party moved quickly, Alice still saw the appearance of one of the emblems. It was a circular pattern surrounded by radiating flames, and the maker carved rough and weird facial features in the center, forming an ugly and twisted face...

    "Although I have to admit that my craftsmanship may not be that good...but the prayers I poured into the badge are sincere and pious!" Facing the girl's subtle and speechless eyes, the monk who believed in the scorching sun said firmly and held the unfinished badge tightly in his arms.

    The other party's stubbornness was really comparable to his ridiculous lack of self-awareness.

    Alice was both amused and ridiculous, but she still came up with a countermeasure in a flash.

    So this time, she let a smile appear on her face and raised her finger to point at the paper contract on the coffee table.

    "You can ask me to help you hold this ceremony, but I hope you can add two more clauses: First, please find a way to destroy or remake the badge with the strange face on it, and second... 300 pounds is too cheap, you have to pay more."

    ...

    After a long tug of war on the topic of the transaction contract, Brother Lieyang and the girl finally reached an agreement and signed their names in the corresponding positions of the final version of the contract. Alice

    waited until the handsome monk with blond hair and blue eyes in front of her completed the "notarization" of the two contracts with his extraordinary ability. She took the contract paper that belonged to her and immediately looked down at the lower left corner where the full name of the monk was written.

    Le... The letters at the end were too sloppy to be seen clearly.

    "I'm sorry that I have only had the opportunity to introduce myself to you now, Miss Claire." After putting away the standard contract with a smile, the young monk stretched out his right hand, "My full name is Lionel Odo de Blanco. It may be a little difficult to remember because it is too long... If you like, you can just call me Leo."

    The girl who used the name "Claire Sibley" also stretched out her right hand and shook hands with the other party.

    "Okay, Mr. De Blanco."

    Brother Lionel didn't care about her address. He looked back at the still bright sky outside the window and suddenly stood up from the sofa.

    "Then please follow me, I will take you to my bedroom. While we can still see the sun, let's complete that simple ceremony as soon as possible!"

    Alice was still distracted by the subtle connection that was previously guided by the "notarization" ability, but this did not prevent her from pointing out a fatal problem.

Chapter.61 Sun Badge (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    "Mr. de Blanco, don't forget to deal with the defective sun badge."

    "...Okay." Although he was heartbroken, this was the content of the contract, and Brother Lionel had to force himself to bear this pain.

    He gazed at the badge affectionately for the last time, as if he wanted to remember the ugly face that was like the embodiment of the heresy in the deepest part of his heart, and then he destroyed it reluctantly.

    After doing all this, Brother Lionel lowered his head to wipe away the misty tears from the corners of his eyes, and raised his head again.

    "I'm ready... Sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time, let's go and complete the ceremony."

    The so-called ceremony mentioned by the monk was really not complicated at all.

    Alice acted like an unfamiliar novice. Under the guidance of Brother Lionel, she arranged the essential oils, candles, real sun badges, and pure gold sheets engraved with the words of confession required by the ceremony, and then stood in front of the altar and turned her eyes to the white-robed monk not far away.

    "Relax...Okay, I'll recite a spell, and you repeat it, so that I can use my spiritual...power to help you complete this ritual successfully."

    Brother Lionel saw her nod, and he began to recite the Hermetic text.

    As the direction of the spell became complete, the content gradually became richer and complete, and Alice found that this was a "unrequited" ritual spell.

    The spell was praising the greatness of the Eternal Sun, emphasizing His tolerance and selflessness, and only mentioned "the deep repentance of a devout believer" at the very end, without even mentioning the words of praying for forgiveness.

    ...Will such a ritual really work?

    There was no time to think about anything else. Realizing that the ritual process was about to end, Alice opened her eyes and looked at the altar where the "repentance metal sheet" was displayed.

    I saw that the normal sun badge composed of clusters of lines suddenly burst into pure and bright light, just covering the thin plate of pure gold, causing it to be burned and ignited by the blazing white flames, and soon burned without a trace of ash left.

    "Okay, the ritual is done!" Brother Lionel's voice was filled with obvious joy, "The sun has forgiven my faults, thank you for your generous help!"

    "...Is that all? Is it over?" Alice couldn't help asking, not being able to catch the fleeting breath of the vastness.

    To Brother Lionel, this question sounded more like the doubts of an amateur who was not familiar with ritual magic.

    He smiled heartily, turned around and walked to the locked bedside table, and carefully counted out 8 10-pound notes.

    "Yes, it's over. This is part of the reward you deserve, a total of 80 pounds. As for the remaining 400 pounds, I will remit it to the bank account you left on the contract within two days."

    Nodding, Alice took the 8 brand new and shiny 10-pound notes and stuffed them into the tight waistband without looking at them carefully.

    It was almost like picking up nearly 500 pounds of income for nothing... not bad.

    Although this monk of the Fiery Sun was really good at business negotiations, if she had spent the time bargaining with him on alchemy, it would have been enough for her to transform gold worth several times more...

    She thought about it endlessly, looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, and expressed her intention to leave to the young monk Intis.

    Brother Lionel, who was busy cleaning up the venue and seemed to be holding another ceremony, just waved his hand.

    "Goodbye, Miss Claire! I will prepare your sun badge for you when we meet next time!"

    No, the sun badge is better, especially the one with a scary human face...

    She pursed her lips lightly, lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, and quickly left the residence of this sun believer without looking back.

    ...

    At the fork in the road outside a house in the western district of Backlund.

    A young man and his two companions got off the carriage a distance ahead of time, and then pointed to a house with a large number of gray tiles on the roof from a distance.

    He was neither tall nor short, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, and looked no different from other young people from middle-class families.

    "Look, over there is the venue for tonight's secret party. I just told you the code... But, are you sure you want to enter separately from me?" he said with some regret.

    The taller black-robed man chuckled and said,

    "I can probably imagine your reputation in the local Beyonder circle... Entering with you might attract some unnecessary attention to us."

    "Well, I wanted to introduce you to a few of my acquaintances." The young "generalist" shrugged without caring about his image and didn't force it.

    So the three of them didn't say anything more. Anri Fanidiel took the lead and walked towards the house, knocking on the door with a rhythm of two long, two short and one long, and then stepped in.

    "You go first, I'll enter later." Alice's voice came from under the black robe and mask, sounding a little unreal.

    Danita Li on the side nodded indifferently.

    "I just plan to buy some cheap materials, take them back to Tingen and resell them for a little difference. There's nothing particularly urgent that I need... By the way, where did Eve fly? Didn't you go to find it this afternoon?"

    Alice hummed a little perfunctorily.

    "I asked her to go back to the hotel room to rest first." She

    couldn't say that she was entangled by a psychotic monk in the afternoon and had no time to continue her walk and look for Eve...

    Finally, Alice had no choice but to go back to the hotel room and summon Eve back with the contract array, and told her to rest quietly.

    The little girl didn't even sing a noisy song to show her opposition. She obediently covered her head with her wings and nodded repeatedly.

    Knowing that Eve must have caused some trouble or suffered some hardship to be so honest, Alice didn't pursue it at the time, and began to prepare for the evening party.

    Soon, after Anri walked into the house, many people came and knocked on the door. Some did not cover themselves, and some hid their identities with robes or masks like them.

    Seeing that the time was ripe, Danitali walked to the party place not far away and knocked on the secret signal without any awkwardness.

    With a creak, the main door slowly opened backwards. She walked past the gatekeeper beside her and saw that there were already quite a few extraordinary people gathered in the room.

    They sat on the chairs prepared by the organizers or on the sofas. Some members were whispering to the people next to them, and some lone wolves were sitting alone in the chairs, silent.

    The overall layout of the seats seemed quite scattered and messy, but they all faced a blackboard.

    As an excellent "hunter", Danitali almost instantly identified the various auras that permeated the entire hall.

    There were many weak prey... but there was also no shortage of powerful extraordinary people who were enough to make her alert!

    She cast her eyes on a single sofa.

    There sat a hooded man in a black robe. His face could not be seen clearly, but his eyes were just right with the visitor who had just entered the door, as if he was looking at him.

    There was a very uncomfortable smell of blood...

    Is this Mr. A, the convener of the secret gathering?

    Danitali frowned slightly, and found an empty seat away from her friends without any abnormality. She looked at the blackboard on the wall quietly, and read the many buying and selling needs written on it one by one. A

    few minutes later, the door behind her opened and closed, and the few remaining participants finally entered the gathering place. Among them was Alice in a black robe...

    Wait, she seemed to have taken off the mask under the hood!

    Danitali quickly realized that Alice probably didn't want others to find out that the two new members who attended the party knew each other through the same black robe and mask.

    But in this way...

    Danitali keenly discovered that the black-robed man suspected to be Mr. A was like a hungry wolf that saw a piece of tender meat. He stared at Alice almost from the moment she entered the door, as if the shadow under the hood could not block his sight at all, as if the wide black robe had been stripped off by the slippery invisible tentacles, revealing the beautiful curves underneath...

    ...Fuck you, Mr. A!

    Danitali suddenly cursed in her heart in anger.

Chapter.62 Behind the Scenes Deal (Page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    Alice was very sensitive and noticed the black-robed man's gaze on her earlier than anyone else.

    It was a bit vulgar... but strangely, there was no malice or evil thoughts, just pure joy?

    Damn it, why did he feel joy when he saw her?

    Alice could assert that they had never met before!

    ... No, that's not right. This man gave her the feeling of an antique dealer who saw something rare, or a human trafficker who was excited to see the prey...

    Various speculations flashed through her mind in an instant, but she didn't show any abnormality on the surface. She sat down in an empty seat next to the coffee table with a natural and casual attitude, and kept a distance from others, just like other lone travelers who came to the party.

    The gaze that was glued to her moved away. The black-robed man who seemed to be the convener of the Beyonder party seemed to have calmed down. He no longer paid attention to the newcomer and calmly looked down at the entire party room.

    But Alice could feel that, unlike other participants who had somewhat ignored her due to the effects of the illusion, this black-robed man would occasionally pay attention to her, and even did not shy away from being discovered by her wanton scrutiny. A

    lunatic, or a pervert... or both...

    She had always been indifferent to such people, but she was not too afraid of them, so she simply ignored their existence and looked at the blackboard filled with the transaction details.

    "Water ghost tongue and part of the brain tissue, 25 pounds."

    "Ghost dust, 210 pounds."

    "Young black-spotted frog, 80 pounds each, 7 in total, can be sold individually."

    "Sequence 8 'Sheriff' potion formula, 450 pounds."

    ...

    After a rough look around, Alice further confirmed the level of this secret gathering.

    Most of the participants present were low-sequence Beyonders, with the exception of the black-robed man who was staring at her... Well, if nothing unexpected happened, he should be the convener of the gathering, the mysterious and powerful Mr. A.

    There is an advantage to such an extraordinary gathering with low-sequence extraordinary people as the main body, that is, the number of people can ensure the activeness of the transaction and guarantee the circulation of those low-level materials. If you want to obtain materials at the middle and high-sequence levels, you can also try to start from Mr. A.

    However, thinking that she would not have any needs for high-level materials in the short term, Alice gave up the idea of ​​contacting Mr. A, and then changed to a more comfortable sitting position, quietly watching the transaction process of others.

    Not long after, a young man dressed as a servant with regular features walked up to her and saluted.

    "Hello, if you have any needs, you can write them on a piece of paper and give them to me. If you have items to sell, there will be a rest period later. You can go to the small room and write the items on the blackboard."

    Alice nodded gently.

    "I plan to buy something."

    She asked the servant to wait by the side, reached out to pick up the pen and paper on the coffee table, quickly wrote down her purchase needs, and then handed the folded note to the other party.

    The servant respected her wishes very professionally, and did not open the note to read the content on it, but turned directly to the single sofa where Mr. A was, and then handed over the note.

    Wait, this process doesn't seem right... Why was her purchasing demand submitted directly to Mr. A, instead of being written on the blackboard like others so that all participants could see it clearly... Alice

    felt that her authority was manipulated and was a little unhappy. She stared at Mr. A not far away, staring at the movement of him opening the note, and then found that his hand trembled, and his knuckles pinched the corners of the note tightly.

    After a pause of more than ten seconds, Mr. A let go of the note and turned to whisper something to the attendant.

    The attendant then walked over to the companion who was writing on the blackboard. After a few words, the latter wrote a message of a trade request on the front of the blackboard.

    "Need the potion formula of Sequence 8 'Swindler', price to be discussed in person."

    Alice listened to the attendant reading the trade information, and her expression under the hood became a little dull:

    No, her original sentence was not written like that... In order to attract the attention of the party members and buy the potion formula that Eve needed as soon as possible, the purchase price she offered for this formula was more than double the "market price" of the Sequence 8 "Sheriff" next door...

    That's right, the price she wrote for the "Swindler" formula was a full 1,000 pounds.

    After she silently turned her gaze to Mr. A, Alice noticed that he was staring at her without any concealment.

    Seeing her looking back, he even slightly shifted his center of gravity, resting his right leg on his left leg, propping up his chin with one hand, and looking at a commodity casually.

    ... A rather childish way to attract her attention.

    Alice silently made an evaluation, and stopped paying attention to Mr. A after just one glance.

    She was now a "witch", and had long been accustomed to the attention of the opposite sex, so she shouldn't have any special reaction to this.

    Instead, Mr. A instructed his servant to modify her transaction information, changing the reward from a specific amount to a detailed discussion in person... Did

    he want to talk to her alone?

    Alice leaned back against the back of the chair, tapped her arm with her fingertips, and counted a few times silently, and then saw Mr. A's waiter walking towards her with a note in his hand.

    She took the note, and saw a line of words on it:

    "After the party tonight, stay and don't leave. I have a way to get what you want."

    There is a way to get it... that is, I don't have it now.

    After translating Mr. A's implication, Alice wrote below the line of handwriting:

    "I only accept invitations for private conversations during trading hours."

    - Now is the free trading time of this party. What can't be said now? Why wait until the party is over?

    This person has bad intentions!

    She returned the note to the waiter and watched him hand the note to Mr. A, and then noticed that he looked at her again.

    Not long after, another waiter came to invite her to go to another room to discuss the details of the transaction.

    After greeting Danitali in a veiled way, Alice got up and left the hall, and followed the waiter to a living room on the first floor.

    The living room was empty, and the waiter left after saying polite words to ask her to wait patiently.

    The girl in a black robe walked to the window, pulled open the dark curtains and looked at the lawn outside the house, and exhaled softly.

    "I was tricked again..."

    If nothing unexpected happened, Mr. A, who wanted to talk to her alone, would keep asking her to wait until the party was over.

    This meant that she had to wait here for at least half an hour.

    No, she shouldn't waste time like this - Alice suddenly remembered the abnormality shown by the little guy when she recalled the familiar.

    She calmed down, her mind gradually focused on a certain contract chain connecting another soul, and followed it to the small and bright light spot, carefully and quickly flipping through Eve's experience in the past few hours.

    Until the rainstorm ended in the afternoon, the little guy didn't encounter anything special...

Chapter.62 Behind the Scenes Deal (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    But when Alice finished reading the scene, her brows were furrowed and never relaxed.

    Eve was killed three times, and she didn't see clearly what killed her three times!

    The only thing she knew was that there was a "pipe leading to the treasure" next to a river that was drained and under construction. The little robin went in without thinking, overcame a long and difficult journey, and even dug up the soil and rocks. Finally, she came to the dark hall where the treasure was buried and began to explore excitedly...

    Unfortunately, before the treasure was found, Eve was attacked by an unknown thing and died on the spot.

    After being resurrected by the magic power stored in the crystal core, she tried twice again, but she still died twice in confusion. The

    frightened little robin dared not act rashly until Alice, her master, summoned her back. Then she trembled and let the power in the crystal core revive and flow, and covered her little head with her wings at the first time.

    Eve was sad about her bald and ugly appearance, but Alice was concerned about something else.

    She didn't even sense the death of the familiar... Eve's previous death place must be quite special, which can isolate the long-distance induction of the spirit.

    Unfortunately, there is not enough time now, otherwise Alice would have planned to ask Eve in detail to complete and restore more details.

    The girl shook her head lightly, re-drew the curtains and collected her thoughts, and walked to a sofa but did not sit down.

    Without letting her wait too long, Mr. A, wearing a black robe and his face completely covered by the shadow of the hood, walked into the room and said directly in an indifferent tone without any courtesy:

    "I can get the 'Swindler' formula you need, and I will probably be able to complete the transaction with you at the next party. But before that, I want to confirm two points with you..."

    Alice said lightly, without objection or agreement, just watching Mr. A sit down generously in the main seat, and his sitting posture showed a confident perspective of overlooking everything.

    "First, who did you buy the potion formula for? Yourself, or someone else?" Mr. A spoke at a moderate pace, his voice was calm and composed.

    "Since when does the seller care about the buyer's privacy..." A completely unfamiliar, charming voice belonging to a mature woman came from the shadow under the black robe hood, with a lingering ending, "Although I really want to say that this has nothing to do with you, you are the powerful Mr. A, so I have to tell the truth - this potion formula was bought for someone else."

    Mr. A seemed very satisfied with her answer, nodded, and leaned forward slightly to ask the second question.

    "Do you want to become a Beyonder?"

    ...Hmm? Was she assumed to be an ordinary person?

    Alice remained silent and did not answer.

    "A Beyonder who knows the goods will not spend 1,000 pounds to buy a Sequence 8 formula, not to mention that the blackboard next to it also has the price of another Sequence 8 formula, 450 pounds."

    As if to help her solve her doubts, Mr. A added in a leisurely tone and quite patiently.

    This time, Alice understood the other party's logic: she was willing to spend a lot of money to give a gift to someone, and she was a fool with a lot of money.

    But wait, Mr. A, your thinking is too straightforward, right? Your reasoning logic... is simply terrible!

    Alice suddenly felt a little humiliated to be considered a fool by such a Mr. A.

    So she deliberately ignored the question, and with a few simple words, she turned the topic to the transaction details of the "scammer" formula.

    Mr. A was completely unaware and supplemented her questions. The two quickly reached an agreement and finalized the approximate transaction time -

    At the next gathering, or the gathering after that, Mr. A will be able to collect the corresponding potion formula for her, and she will bring enough gold bars to pay the thousand pounds.

    Until the end, Mr. A seemed to be unaware of the abnormality and tried to persuade the black-robed woman in front of him to become a Beyonder again.

    But at this moment, his excellent eyesight allowed him to see the smile on the delicate face.

    "Unfortunately, my answer will probably disappoint you."

    As she spoke, her figure quickly faded and disappeared, almost as if she melted into the air and became transparent.

    Mr. A was obviously stunned for a moment, missing the best opportunity to stop her from leaving, and watched the last trace disappear without a trace.

    He sat quietly on the sofa in the living room like a silent statue, and never changed his posture for a long time.

    After a long while, he finally sighed.

    "No wonder... witch, no, witch..."

    ...

    On Sunday morning, Klein, who had finished another shift at Chanis Gate, forced himself to support his sleepy body, said goodbye to several energetic teammates of the Insomniac, and got on the carriage to go home.

    After greeting Benson and Melissa who had gotten up early to go to church to pray, he returned to his room and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already noon and the sun was shining brightly.

    Klein touched his empty stomach and followed the aroma of food downstairs to prepare for dinner.

    When he walked to the first floor, he realized that the tempting smell of food was all coming from the kitchen, and the three people in the living room gathered at the fabric sofa for some reason, as if they were discussing some items on the coffee table.

    It was called a discussion, but to Klein, it was all the young questions of his sister Melissa, who was calm and yearning, and Benson's skillful responses.

    "No, Melissa, you can't just see the surface of a city. You know, the pollution in Backlund is several times more serious than our Tingen, or even dozens of times..."

    "But you can't deny that the streets of Backlund look much more impressive! This is the style that the capital of the kingdom should have."

    ...What's going on? Why are they suddenly discussing Backlund?

    Since he had no idea about Alice's "travel plan" for Saturday, Klein listened in on a few words but didn't understand anything at all, so he walked over and looked at the objects placed on the coffee table.

    There were many black and white photos, most of which were landscape photos and street scenes. He seemed to have seen some familiar buildings on the street in the newspaper...

    Hey, it's really Backlund?

    Klein subconsciously glanced at Alice who was sitting on the opposite side of the sofa, only to see that she was smiling as usual, with no intention of explaining at all.

    Well... He was on night shift in front of Chanis's door in the basement, and this witch was leisurely, and even went to Backlund for a walk.

    While complaining in his heart, he chatted with his brother and sister for a few words, and then he was ready to turn around and put lunch on the table:

    "Backlund's photo will not run away even if it is placed here. Let's eat first, and you can continue the discussion after dinner..."

    The moment he turned around, Klein felt that a black and white image that he was concerned about flashed in his peripheral vision. He instinctively stopped moving, then slowly turned his neck and looked down at the photo that was drowned out by the many street scenes.

    The next second, he felt his breathing become heavy, and his heartbeat unconsciously accelerated a little -

    Chinese! He saw simplified Chinese characters in the photo!Chapter.63 Smart way (page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    In order to avoid being noticed by his family and Alice, Klein suppressed his excitement and instantly acted like an actor. He pretended to be calm and went to the kitchen to bring out dishes and bread. He then walked to the sofa and called the three of them to have lunch. Then, under the pretext of helping to put away the photos, he reached out and gathered a stack of black and white photos.

    At this time, Benson, Melissa, and Alice had all stood up and gone to the dining table. He used his body to cover his movements, found the right moment, quickly picked up the photo that particularly concerned him, and looked at it carefully.

    The next second, he recognized the words tattooed on the arm of the person who took the photo, and then his shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

    "Klein, there's no rush to put the photos away. Come over and eat first." His sister Melissa called him and suddenly noticed that her brother was shaking. "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

    "I... I'm fine, cough..." Realizing that his voice was distorted from trying to hold back his laughter, Klein quickly forced himself to calm down and turned around with difficulty, holding his abdomen. "I just suddenly felt a little stomachache. I have to go to the bathroom first."

    He was worried that the expression on his face would collapse into an inappropriate smile at any time, so he didn't dare to delay and walked quickly to the bathroom on the first floor.

    Of course, he didn't forget to quietly put the photo that made him laugh into his pocket.

    As soon as he locked the bathroom door, Klein's shoulders began to shake up and down crazily. He could no longer hold back his instinctive reaction after being amused, and laughed silently.

    He resisted the urge to punch the wall with laughter. It took a long time for him to calm down. He slowly put down the lid of the toilet seat, sat on it as if thinking about life, and then took out the black and white photo in his pocket.

    He hadn't had time to take a closer look in the living room before, but now Klein finally had time to take a closer look at the people and objects in this photo.

    Standing in the center of the photo was a young man with a bright smile. He showed the camera two crooked and twisted words on his arm, his expression full of pride. Behind him was a wall covered with various papers and notice boards. The most eye-catching one was a paper product framed in a transparent glass frame…

    Although the quality of photo development in this world was not very good, it was difficult to restore the real scene that was truly immersive, that is, the clarity was poor, but for a "diviner" and an extraordinary person known for his inspiration, this was enough to trigger a sense of familiarity that made Klein's heart palpitate!

    There was no mistake! The papers pasted on the wall and framed in the photo…

    all written on them were the so-called "Roselle Secret Script"!

    The place where this photo was taken was densely covered with Roselle's diary written in Chinese!

    Treasures, these are all treasures!

    Without waiting for the Tarot Club members to recite and copy one by one, he could just find the place in the photo and get a lot of Roselle's diary at once!

    Klein couldn't help but breathe quickly, his heartbeat quickened, and he wanted to find the fool in the photo who had Chinese characters tattooed on his body immediately to read the precious treasure left by the predecessors of the time traveler.

    Calm down, Klein, calm down...

    He took a deep breath, suppressed his restless mood, and calmly listed the information for himself, analyzing and sorting out the intelligence.

    First of all, the place where this photo was taken must be in Backlund, the same as the other photos. Secondly, he must be able to ask Alice, the photographer, for a more detailed address, and even the name of the young man in the photo...

    But the problem lies in Backlund.

    According to the rules and regulations of the Night Watchers, if he plans to leave Tingen and go to other cities for a short trip, he must report to the church and get approval before he can set off.

    Subconsciously, Klein began to seriously think about the reason why he could apply for a day off from the captain to go to Backlund.

    Well, the excuse of visiting Ms. Daly who was transferred to Backlund? No, I don't know Ms. Daly at all. This excuse is too fake and too abrupt...

    But I have no intersection with Backlund... Should I say that I sent my girlfriend to study in college there and hope to take a day off to help her move things?

    This seems to be a good reason, but I always feel that if I really say this, it's like admitting that I really have some feelings for a witch...

    Klein stood up and turned off the flush switch, letting the gurgling sound of water match his disguise and acting skills. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

    Wait, it seems that I don't need to go to Backlund in person!

    I can use divination! Using dream divination to determine the source of this photo, can't I read and see the Roselle diary on the wall as if I saw it with my own eyes!

    And even if it involves Alice and interferes with the normal divination results, I can go to the gray fog to eliminate her influence and focus on divination The information of this photo itself!

    Klein was excited about his timely awakening and the clever plan he came up with. He turned on the faucet to wash his hands and quickly rehearsed the plan in his mind.

    After making sure there were no major omissions, he walked out of the bathroom with a brisk pace and walked to the dining table to enjoy a delicious lunch, with a look of joy and satisfaction on his face from time to time.

    Looking at Klein's strange behavior, Melissa put down the spoon in her hand, turned her head to look at the time indicated by the clock, and immediately calculated how long her brother had been sitting in the bathroom.

    Then, she tried to recall several product introduction articles published in newspapers that were said to have miraculous effects on treating gastrointestinal and constipation.

    Well, it seems that it is time to recommend such products to Klein. He is not like Benson, who himself pays attention to advertisements for various hair growth agents...

    Melissa picked up the spoon again, scooped up the fragrant soup, and thought about it while eating lunch.

    After lunch, Klein quietly called his sister to a corner, tried to act calm, and took out the black-and-white photo with the "Roselle Secret Text" from his pocket.

    "Melissa, can I ask you a favor? I have to go out for work this afternoon, but I'm a little concerned about the young man in the photo that Alice brought back, who might be her friend... If it's convenient, can you help me ask her who this person is? Also, don't tell her that I asked you to find out..."

    Even though he didn't say it explicitly, Melissa still showed an expression of understanding, nodded and agreed to her brother's request:

    "I understand, I will confirm this gentleman with Miss Alice."

    I'm sorry, Melissa, I have to trouble you to help me collect information about this gentleman... But this is all to increase the success rate of divination, so that I can successfully divine the wall covered with Roselle's diary...

    Klein apologized in his heart, and smiled and said that he would remember to bring back Melissa's favorite pudding before going home in the evening, which caused the girl to purse her lips as if to refuse.

    "This isn't an extravagant waste or enjoyment. With Benson and I's current income, buying some snacks occasionally isn't a big burden. Besides, just think of it as a reward for helping my brother get the information."

    Hearing his insistence, Melissa pursed her lips tightly and then loosened them. Finally, she glanced at him and sighed softly,

    "Klein, you've really changed. You've changed a lot. You've become so slick that you're willing to use snacks to win people's hearts..."Chapter.63 Smart way (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    Klein's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously thought of the personality differences between himself and the dull, nerdy original owner, and that he had gradually begun to show his true side in front of his family recently...

    But just when he was worried about being exposed, he saw Melissa turn around and paused halfway, looking down at the floor:

    "But, you're fine the way you are now..."

    After leaving a faint and almost indistinguishable sentence, Melissa quickened her pace and walked away, leaving Klein alone, standing there with a calm and soft mood, but also extremely contradictory, and sighed for a long time. It's time

    to go to the divination club.

    He put on his hat, picked up his cane, stepped out of the house steadily, and steadily moved forward on the path of the "diviner" he played.

    ...

    After nightfall, the drug testing of the witch from another world continued as usual.

    Klein did not show any abnormality on the surface, and sincerely expressed his curiosity about Alice's experience in Backlund, and then received the following reply from her.

    "My luck wasn't too good. I met two people who weren't quite right, but both had some strength."

    "Some strength?" Klein silently calculated in his mind. What kind of strength did she mean?

    A witch? No, no, that Madam Sharon, who she said was a Sequence 6 "Witch of Pleasure", was defeated by Alice with just one spell. Obviously, she wasn't qualified...

    Well, although Alice attacked first and did not take any further action after the attack, and did not kill the other party. But he subconsciously thought that even in a head-on battle, a Sequence 6 witch would not be able to stand up to Alice.

    The reason...

    The mysterious man who called himself Ouroboros, who he "encountered" in the mirror world, was the basis for his judgment.

    Wait, did Alice meet another pervert like Ouroboros in Backlund?

    Klein's face suddenly changed, and he was uneasy. He even played the wrong Gwent card in this game.

    Looking at the "Sunny Day" card that was used in advance, Alice silently took down the Frost Environment Cards within the melee range, then adjusted her alien deck back to an absurdly high total value, and played a "Terrain", causing Klein, who used siege combat cards as the main force in this game, to suffer heavy losses.

    The situation reversed instantly, and Klein looked at the huge gap in the score between the two sides and fell into deep thought.

    "To describe it specifically... well, it's hard for me to describe it to you, I can only give you a simple analogy." Alice won the game with two wins and one loss, and took the penny that Klein pushed over consciously.

    Fortunately, my reputation as a fortune teller has spread a little, and I can earn some pocket money by staying in the club for an afternoon. Otherwise, I will probably lose money tonight...

    He pretended that he didn't feel heartbroken, and suppressed the idea of ​​cheating with fortune telling, and asked her:

    "What analogy?"

    "Probably," she looked up at Klein, her hands moving non-stop, collecting the deck of cards scattered on the table, "It's similar to a certain extraordinary person named 'Sword of the Goddess' in the Church of the Goddess of Night."

    "Sword of the Goddess?" Who is that...

    Klein's first reaction was confusion, and then he immediately recalled the relevant notice of "the church's top leaders captured the Mirror Witch", and suddenly he had some enlightenment: the church's top leader who "sealed" the witch should be the "Sword of the Goddess" that Alice just mentioned!

    But although he understood it in his heart, he controlled himself well, pretending not to understand and remained confused, without showing any understanding on his face: There is nothing wrong with this, until just now, he had indeed never heard of the "Sword of the Goddess"!

    "I forgot that you may not know who the 'Sword of the Goddess' is, let alone what level he is at." Alice chuckled, and indeed did not care about his reaction.

    Finally, she simply said:

    "That is a level that you cannot deal with at the moment."

    ... This supplement was a bit redundant.

    Klein silently complained as he shuffled the cards. He was about to draw a new player card to start a new round of Quint, but he noticed that the time on the pocket watch beside him had passed ten o'clock, and the various side effects that should have appeared on him in the past seemed to have no signs of happening.

    Noticing his joyful standing up and confirming his own status, Alice also threw down her cards, stood up, and walked around him.

    "Are your senses of vision, hearing, touch, and other senses still normal? Do you feel any pain, itchiness, numbness, or any other discomfort?"

    Klein confirmed again and again, and even pinched himself. After confirming that his pain nerves were also working normally, he began to shake his head firmly:

    "No, this ointment has no side effects!"

    "Don't jump to conclusions," she handed him a beautifully wrapped hard candy, "open it and smell it first, then eat it, and then describe the taste of the candy to me."

    For some reason, Klein's mind immediately sketched out the scene of himself being fed by her.

    The scene in his fantasy flashed by, and he took the candy and did as he was told, and finally smacked his lips:

    "It smells quite fragrant, but it tastes a bit like salt water..."

    "Okay, I know, the problem today is the taste." Alice nodded, and without saying anything more, she used magic to restore his status, then found another hard candy and looked at Klein, whose eyes were inexplicably bright.

    "Come," she suddenly smiled and walked forward, peeled off the paper wrapper, picked up the bright red transparent candy and raised it high, then put it close to his mouth, her tone seemed gentle and full of temptation, "Ah - open your mouth."

    ... Really feed him?

    Klein thought about it and felt that his skin had been trained, and he was not afraid of such a small prank at all, so he lowered his head and bit the candy with peace of mind, and his lips even touched her fingertips. With just a slight lift, he tasted the sweetness of berries in his mouth.

    Alice seemed a little surprised by his reaction, but she didn't say anything. She just smiled and explained some things as usual, then said good night to him and turned to leave.

    As soon as she left, Klein immediately waved his arms excitedly, and

    couldn't help but secretly praise himself: Well done! He covered his mouth, trying to control the corners of his mouth from rising, but he couldn't suppress his yearning for a better future -

    look, he is about to overcome the shadow brought to him by this witch!

    Soon, soon he will be able to break free from her influence and control, and will no longer be helpless and dazed in her pranks, providing her with fun!

    ... Huh, calm down, Klein, there is something important waiting for you tonight!

    Thinking about the action plan for the night, Klein regained some composure, and methodically completed the room tidying and personal washing before going to bed. He lay down on the bed at a normal time, closed his eyes, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep quickly.

    Time passed quietly until midnight when everything was silent.

    He woke up quietly under the effect of the self-suggestion he had set up earlier, silently opened the unlocked door, walked down the stairs, and came to the sofa set at the entrance of the living room.

    Without turning on the lights, he simply relied on his memory before going upstairs to accurately find a specific photo from the stacked dozen photos, and then carefully restored the position of the remaining photos and went upstairs back to the room.

    After making sure that the curtains were drawn and the dressing mirror in the corner was covered tightly with a cloth, Klein took out a sterling silver knife from the drawer and sealed the room with an invisible spiritual wall.

    He walked four steps backwards, chanting the spell, holding the crucial black and white photo in his hand. His spirit suddenly became lighter and floated up, rising to the mysterious palace above the gray fog.

    The vague figure of "The Fool" obscured by layers of gray fog appeared at the top of the seat.

    With just a thought, a photo appeared on the long bronze table. A young man in a white shirt and black vest smiled brightly and proudly at the camera.

    After briefly recalling the information that his sister Melissa had helped him find out, Klein picked up the pen and wrote the "divination sentence" on the back of the photo:

    "The southern area of ​​Backlund Bridge, Anri Fanidiel's residence, is where this photo was taken."

Chapter.64 The taste of witch is really good (page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    Holding the photo in his hand, Klein leaned back against the back of the bronze chair, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep of divination.

    He entered a hazy, illusory world. He saw the young man in the photo leading two visitors whose faces he could not see clearly into the room. He excitedly paced around in the study, introducing his research progress on the Roselle secret text to the guests.

    He saw that the layout of this study was messy, and the walls were covered with papers with twisted words like insects. It looked like a strange and bizarre cult scene.

    He saw the young man proudly showing off his arm with "mysterious runes" tattooed on it, and posing for a photo under a carefully framed glass picture frame.

    Click, click.

    Two shutter sounds, accompanied by the dazzling flash of light flickering, Klein suddenly exited the dream.

    "Huh..."

    He didn't care about the number of visitors, and immediately recalled the wall covered with manuscripts behind the young man when he posed for the photo.

    Although it was only a fleeting glimpse and it was impossible to remember everything, Klein was sure that he had seen the complete appearance of the wall in the dream divination.

    This was enough for him as a "diviner".

    Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Klein calmed down and reappeared a blank parchment on the mottled bronze table, and then wrote a new "divination sentence":

    "The text content of the paper in the frame."

    With the help of the special properties of the gray fog, he effortlessly reproduced the text recorded on the paper, the Roselle diary that was carefully preserved by the young man and regarded as a precious collection.

    What surprised him was that the spacing between the words on this paper and even the handwriting were very different from any diary he had seen so far!

    This was not like the copies that were repeatedly copied and transcribed by later generations, but was close to the records left by people who understood this kind of text...

    In other words, this diary manuscript preserved in the frame is very likely to be the original work of the emperor!

    Klein should have been excited, but when he saw the content written in the emperor's Chinese font, which was not very beautiful and could only be described as neat at best, the expression on his face froze.

    "On January 4, I finally realized a fact. What a bunch of idiots. All these nobles and ministers of Intis are brainless idiots! They actually rejected my application for funds allocated to the 'Patriotic Health Campaign' and said that there was no need to waste national fiscal revenue on such a trivial matter! Such a trivial matter... They actually thought it was just a trivial matter? This is how epidemic malignant diseases spread. Do they have to wait until they see terrible infectious diseases like the Black Death before they regard it as a problem?

    Oh, let alone the people who don't take baths frequently, even these self-proclaimed noble idiots don't like to be clean! I bet there are already nests of lice and fleas in the wigs on these people's heads! It really pissed me off!

    Oh, I almost forgot, they can go to the priests of the Eternal Flame to purify and eliminate diseases, but ordinary people don't have access to such opportunities at all..."

    After this, the increasingly flamboyant and sloppy handwriting presented various classic national curses of the Great Foodie Country. One can imagine the indignation of the writer at the time.

    Klein turned the page of parchment covered with curse words with a smile on his face. He sighed that the senior time traveler was indeed a man of temperament, and silently sorted out some of the information mentioned in the first half.

    In the Tarot Club two weeks ago, the diary he got happened to mention the "Capital Sewer and Public Health Improvement Plan", but later he looked through the history textbooks of Intis and did not find similar text descriptions during the reign of the Great Emperor.

    The Emperor's "Patriotic Health Campaign" had failed before it even started... No wonder there was no record of it in history.

    I wonder if the capital of Intis is still as dirty and messy as it was more than a hundred years ago. Just thinking about it is scary.

    Well, there is one more thing. The Emperor mentioned that the priests of the Eternal Blazing Sun Church can purify and eliminate diseases for people... The sequence pathway mastered by the Eternal Blazing Sun Church, the "Sun" potion, does not seem to have this ability at a low sequence. Perhaps it is something that only the high-sequence Beyonders of the "Sun" pathway can do.

    And then...

    Klein glanced at the black and white photo on the long table and felt that he might have guessed why the other party chose those two words as the tattoo pattern... Well, forget it, no one can understand the "Rossel Secret Code" anyway, and this gentleman will definitely not want to know what he has tattooed on his body...

    He rubbed his eyebrows with amusement, suppressed his emotions, and wrote a new sentence on the back of the parchment that reproduced the "original diary":

    "This diary is the original work left by Emperor Roselle."

    After taking out the pendulum and silently reciting the divination sentence seven times, Klein opened his eyes and saw the static pendulum connected by the chain in his hand. He exhaled softly:

    "The prerequisites are not sufficient. Have you not personally touched the real object... or am I unable to divine it with my current level..."

    In any case, the amount of information provided to Klein by this suspected original diary was not too great, which made him feel relieved but also a little disappointed.

    But he quickly pulled himself together, straightened his back and left the chair:

    "In addition to this diary, there are other manuscripts on that wall!"

    There are more than ten manuscripts with clear text!

    There must be valuable text in them!

    Klein didn't rush to copy all the diaries in one go, but tapped the long table with his fingers, thought for a while, and then picked up the black and white photo.

    He was a little concerned about the reason why Alice took this photo.

    Why are all the other photos landscapes except this one portrait?

    Is it because of the so-called "Roselle Secret Text"... No, he doesn't remember Alice showing any interest in the "Roselle Secret Text", and they have never even talked about topics related to Roselle!

    This is also why he likes to talk to her... Ahem, correction, this is also the reason why he is happy to show off some jokes and classic quotes in front of her.

    Because Alice would never say something discouraging after listening to someone: "The words of Emperor Roselle are so philosophical."

    But since he ruled out the possibility that she was interested in the "Rossel Secret Text", the more Klein looked at the photo in his hand, the more he felt it was out of place, as if... as if it was deliberately arranged to appear in front of him!

    And why, the diary framed in the center of the photo happened to be the latter part of the diary he had read!

    What a coincidence!

    The more Klein thought about it, the more unnatural he felt, and a terrible guess emerged in his mind:

    Alice was also arranged by the black hand behind the scenes to be included in the coincidence around him? But why, after she went to Backlund...

    And it also involved Roselle's diary! It involved his ability to read this mysterious symbol that "no one can understand"!

    If things really developed as he imagined, wouldn't it mean that he was a time traveler and that he could read Chinese had been exposed? !

Chapter.64 The taste of witch is really good (page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    No, no, he couldn't jump to conclusions yet, and couldn't scare himself. He should have used divination to test it first!

    Klein calmly picked up the pen, crossed out the original sentence on the back of the photo, and then rewrote:

    "There was a supernatural factor guiding the shooting of this photo."

    After silently reciting it seven times in a quiet and ethereal manner, he felt the silver chain being pulled slightly, lowered his head and opened his eyes to look at the pendulum in his hand.

    "Counterclockwise... There was no supernatural factor guiding it..."

    In order to make further confirmation, he sat at the top of the bronze table and pondered for a long time, considering whether to try another way of asking:

    "The real reason for taking this photo."

    After entering the illusory and distorted vision of dream divination, Klein felt as if he had returned to the messy study again, and saw a faint human figure with a blurred face and illusory outlines taking out a portable camera.

    The person told the owner of the room that it was the first time he had seen such an alternative and mysterious arrangement and traces, which even reminded her of some ritual scenes...

    The person's voice was vague, like a damaged audio that had been processed, and it was difficult to distinguish specific features. If Klein was not familiar with her, he could not even assert the true identity of this figure.

    In response to the guest's request, the young man who appeared in the photo was very enthusiastic and proactive in cooperating with her to complete the photo shoot, and expressed his desire to ask for a copy of the photo from her...

    The illusion around him gradually faded like a tide, and Klein leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples with a little relaxation.

    Everything seemed normal, and there was nothing suspicious...

    Except that when he divined Alice, he was interfered with by countermeasures and could not see her specific appearance... Well, this was not a big problem. This witch has always been very cautious. Divination that was clearly directed at her would be interfered with, and her personal characteristics would be "shielded" indirectly.

    If I really see her image in person during divination one day, it would be very strange...

    While Klein was complaining silently, he felt that the spiritual energy he consumed in the continuous divination in the gray fog was a little beyond his expectations. So he calmed down, imagined the feeling of falling, let himself return to reality, carefully removed the blockade of the spiritual wall, and then prepared to execute the last step of the plan.

    Put the photo in his hand back to its original position.

    With the timidity of a thief, Klein sneaked all the way to the living room on the first floor in the dark, carefully stuffed the photos back to their original position, and did his best to restore them to their original state.

    Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around and go upstairs, he heard a muffled sound, as if something hit the bay window of the living room!

    Startled by the sound in the dark, Klein instinctively reached into his arms and wanted to take out the revolver in the holster, but it was not until he touched nothing that he remembered that he didn't bring a gun downstairs at all!

    Who would carry a gun when going up and down the stairs in their own house! If Benson or Melissa saw him, it would be hard to explain!

    Klein emboldened himself and approached the bay window cautiously. As he approached, he could barely see a palm-sized black object falling on the windowsill...

    Well, it looked like a sparrow.

    Before he could get close, the bird that looked like a sparrow flapped its wings and flew away. So Klein took the opportunity to look out the window a few more times. After confirming that there was nothing strange, he crouched back to his room and finally felt relieved.

    This night was like a thief...

    He muttered to himself as he sealed the room again, walked four steps back to the gray fog, returned to the seat at the head of the mottled long table, and once again let the unchanging gray-white fog cover him.

    "I can probably reproduce the appearance of three or four diaries... I have to leave some energy to finish reading in the gray fog..." Klein crossed his hands, roughly estimated his remaining spiritual power, and made a decision. He

    first reproduced the contents of the four diaries in the order he saw from left to right and from top to bottom!

    He made himself want to express himself accordingly, then picked up the round-bellied fountain pen that appeared on the long table and quickly wrote paragraphs of text with huge intervals and twisted lines on the surface of the parchment.

    Until he finished writing the last punctuation mark, Klein loosened the fountain pen in his right hand, grabbed the paper on the long table and started reading.

    Now is not the time for the Tarot Club, and there is no one else in the gray fog. He doesn't have to hide the urgent need of the mysterious and lofty "Fool" for Roselle's diary.

    As soon as his eyes swept over the first line of text on the parchment, Klein couldn't help but slow down his breathing.

    "January 16th, the taste of the witch is really good."

    ...?

    Wait, Emperor, the witch you are talking about, is it the witch I know?

    Oh, no, no... I'm not referring to someone in particular... More than a hundred years ago, Alice hadn't even come into this world yet...

    Witch, are you talking about a "Pleasure Witch" like Madam Sharon? Moreover, the potion is called "Pleasure", and even just thinking about it can make you feel the terrible restricted content...

    Trying to suppress the twitching of the corners of his mouth, Klein continued to read:

    "On January 15th, I received an invitation from Ms. Tapar to attend a private party. Oh, don't be like this, Matilda is five months pregnant, even if I... Forget it, this kind of old-fashioned joke will be boring if it's played too much, so let's just fast forward to "It's really delicious". Hehe, I heard that the socialite, Miss Elvy, will also be there. She is a great beauty, and I'm already looking forward to it."

    ...Emperor, your integrity. Klein couldn't help but take a breath.

    "On February 6, I learned from Reverend Noel about a strange path. No, to be more specific, it should be a path where strange changes will occur during the process of taking potions to advance! The Sequence 7 potion of the 'Assassin' path is actually called 'Witch'! Men who take the 'Witch' potion will change their sex and become real 'female' witches! God, is this the Sunflower Manual of this world? If you want to achieve divine power, you must first castrate yourself? After listening to it, I felt cold in my lower body! Fortunately, there was no 'Assassin' sequence potion in the choices I faced at the time, otherwise it would be too bad!"

    - Hiss, the amount of information in this content is a bit too much!

    Klein leaned back in shock, feeling that his worldview was impacted.

    Wait a minute, witch... He seemed to have heard this name from someone before.

    Frowning and carefully recalling his own experience, Klein's face suddenly changed. He suddenly remembered the witch dinner a few weeks ago, and remembered that Alice had said in a brisk tone at the time:

    There are five witches in that manor, and a witch... They are all members of the witch sect!

    The starting potion of this sequence is "Assassin", Sequence 8 is "Instigator", Sequence 7 becomes "Witch", and Sequence 6 is "Joy"!

    Uh, wait, if the "Joy" witch, or even other witches, have gone through the "Witch" stage of gender transformation...

    Klein moved his eyes upwards and fixed them on the line of text at the top of the parchment, and suddenly fell into a brief silence.

    The taste of the witch is really good... Great Emperor, are you going up to men, or are you going up to men?