Chapter 448

"Witch" is seen as a feminine power that brings disaster... disaster... When Jenna was playing the "Instigator," she once realized one thing, that instigation would inevitably bring disaster, it's just that the bearer is uncertain, and it can be changed according to the subjective intention of the "Instigator." Therefore, she was relatively sensitive to the word "disaster," feeling that this might be an important entry point for playing the "Witch."

At the same time, she also confirmed a guess through this:

"Feminine power... 'Witch' indeed corresponds to feminine power...

"The sequence 2 of the 'Assassin' pathway is called 'Disaster Witch'... This shows that even reaching the demigod level, disaster is a key point..."

Jenna nodded gently, walked to the door of the living room, turned the knob on the wall, and adjusted the light of the gas wall lamps there to the minimum.

After she finished setting up the four gas wall lamps one by one, the room became quite dim, and a large amount of shadow mixed into the faint light, as if something terrifying was about to happen.

Franca looked around and asked, half out of curiosity and half for confirmation:

"Are you creating a dark, scary, and eerie environment?"

Jenna smiled and said:

"In various plays and novels, isn't the appearance of a witch always in such an environment?"

"Worthy of being a true actor apprentice." While Franca praised Jenna, she was also a bit proud herself, because she had also quickly realized what kind of feeling was needed to play a "Witch" back then. She had even made dark potions for a period of time—there was an effect, but it was far inferior to "Apothecaries."

In the gloomy and dim room, Jenna returned to the side of the little bull.

She leaned her body slightly and chanted two Hermes words in a low voice:

"Lord Archbishop."

Nothing happened.

Lu Mian outside the door laughed silently, feeling that Jenna was very serious about acting. Even though she knew she wasn't a gifted follower of Fate and couldn't use the simplified "Livestock Creation Technique," she still had to go through the preset process in order to play the "Witch."

Lu Mian raised his voice, imitating the grandeur of Termiboros, just like a hidden existence responding to a "Witch" chanting an evil incantation:

"Lord Archbishop."

Inside the living room, gloomy light surged out, and the brown cowhide split open, revealing Bouvard Pomperol's figure, who was left with only a white shirt, black trousers, and dark socks.

After finishing this, Lu Mian continued to step forward, arriving all the way at the entrance of 20 Terrace Street, gazing through the glass of the bay window at the light rain that seemed about to merge into the night.

Jenna squatted down halfway and pressed her right hand virtually onto Bouvard's forehead.

Black flames emerged from her palm and burrowed into the body of this liaison of the "Sinner" organization.

They didn't make a crackling burning sound, but like a black water flow, they submerged Bouvard from the inside out.

After more than ten seconds, Bouvard twitched abruptly.

After a few times, his body relaxed suddenly, and a foul smell of incontinence was emitted.

He lost his life.

Jenna, dressed as a female mercenary, looked at her clothes with dissatisfaction, stood up, and reached out toward Franca.

Franca understood that she was playing the mystery and power of a "Witch" and cooperated by placing a bottle of prophecy potion in her palm.

Jenna squatted down on one knee again and fed the potion to Bouvard's mouth.

The gloomy liquid, constantly bubbling and emitting silver-black micro-light, entered the corpse's oral cavity and stayed there.

A faint sound of wind, "woo," rang out, and the light of the dim gas wall lamps was stained with a bit of ghostly blue.

Sensing this change, which was quite familiar, Lu Mian knew that Bouvard had completely died and the gifted power had returned to the mother body. Thus, he turned back from the entrance, passed Anthony Reid, and re-entered the living room.

Gurgle!

He heard the sound of the corpse swallowing that mass of liquid.

With a "swish," Bouvard sat up. His face was abnormally pale, and his eyes became transparent, losing their color.

Looking at the rich color blocks, pure light, invisible figures, and mercury-like ripples within the transparent eyes, Jenna sighed in her heart that this was truly magical, while enduring the intense cold, and cast her gaze toward Lu Mian and Franca.

She had nothing she wanted to ask, just playing the role.

Franca signaled Lu Mian to think of questions, and she was responsible for learning, so as to use the remaining bottle of prophecy potion well in the future.

Lu Mian, who already had experience and knew the rules, deliberated slightly and said to Jenna:

"Ask, where is Voisin Sanson, the former owner of Voisin Cafe in the Trier region of the Intis Republic, at this time next week."

Besides the literal meaning, this question also contained hidden probing:

If Bouvard's corpse couldn't answer or gave some seemingly normal answers, it meant that at this time next week, Voisin Sanson had already left the place where these powerful gifted followers were currently staying, and the disaster might have already broken out!

Jenna nodded gently and asked this question to Bouvard's corpse in a voice that was both charming and low.

The corpse's pale face reflected the dim ghostly blue light, adding a bit of gloomy green. He opened his mouth and answered in Intisian:

"Room 7."

Room 7... so specific? But without the restrictive description from before... Lu Mian had originally thought Bouvard's corpse would answer like the dead person he used last time, using a very rough description like "Trier Red Princess District," which would narrow the scope for the "Tarot Club's" subsequent investigation. But he didn't expect Bouvard's corpse to state the room number where Voisin Sanson was currently staying directly.

For Lu Mian, this was actually not as useful as an answer like "Trier Red Princess District." There are countless Room 7s in all of Trier.

Moreover, what if Room 7 is not in Trier? Pre-planning a conspiracy doesn't necessarily have to be in Trier!

"Bouvard is a gifted follower of the Fate pathway and has fate-related abilities himself, as well as contamination left by the power of Fate... After his corpse drinks the prophecy potion, it must be able to see more than ordinary dead people, and the foresight will be clearer, so there was such a change?" Lu Mian muttered in his heart.

He immediately asked a confirmatory question:

"Ask him, where is Pualis de Rochefort from the Daliege region of the Leiston province of the Intis Republic at this time next week."

After listening to the "Witch's" translation, Bouvard's corpse answered in an illusory and drifting voice:

"Room 12."

Room 12, Room 7... Lady Pualis and Voisin Sanson are indeed in the same place. These powerful gifted followers of evil god cults gathering together is definitely not for eating and drinking... While Lu Mian nodded gently, he thought quickly about what kind of question to ask next.

From the two answers just now, he vaguely guessed that regarding matters related to the place where those gifted followers of evil gods were currently staying, "Prophecy Technique" seemed to have been strongly interfered with, unable to give truly effective information. He could only change direction and ask.

A few seconds later, Lu Mian looked at Jenna and said:

"Ask, when will Voisin Sanson leave the building he is currently in?"

This was roughly equivalent to the time when the disaster might break out, or when there would be major actions.

The various strange scenes in Bouvard's eyes were fading rapidly. After listening to Jenna's question, he opened his mouth and answered vaguely:

"Rain, water..."

Speaking to this point, Bouvard's eyes exploded with a "bang," blood sprayed out, leaving only two holes where black and red were polluting each other.

His body began to swell, just like it had been soaked in water for a long time, pale, dim, and moist.

The next second, this corpse disappeared directly from the eyes of Lu Mian and the others, as if it had never existed.

Franca, holding a mirror and intending to use a curse to deal with the mutated corpse, lost her target. She looked around quickly and only found various traces left after the two eyeballs exploded.

"Is this having foreseen some incredible matter or existence, suffering a terrifying backlash, and being dragged away by an unknown thing?" Franca made a judgment quickly based on her limited experience.

She then sighed:

"Look, divination and prophecy are very dangerous things."

Lu Mian nodded and said:

"We will evacuate here now and go to Bouvard's home to take the remaining spoils of war."

"Right, we need to guard against accidents." Jenna raised her head and looked at the ceiling, "How to deal with Paulina and the other followers of evil gods? Kill them all?"

"I'll do it! I'm responsible for this matter!" Franca raised her hand, "I want to find some fun for myself, no, joy!"

She wanted to do a simple performance.

Seeing Jenna and Lu Mian both cast strange gazes, Franca spat:

"What are you thinking? It's not like only doing that kind of thing can bring joy!"

Doing something to entertain yourself? Lu Mian sneered and walked out of the living room, leaving a sentence:

"I'll give you five minutes."

Five minutes? Franca muttered and sat down in front of that brass-colored mechanical typewriter, put on gloves, and tapped the keyboard quickly.

Not long after, Paulina, the butler, and others who were tied up tightly in the master bedroom all had a piece of paper stuck on them, each written with:

"We are followers of evil gods!"

"Believe in the existence named Fate!"

"Catch us quickly!"

"Our leader is Voisin Sanson!"

"Voisin Sanson and his core subordinates went to a certain place, said to be staying for three months!"

"They went more than two months ago!

"I have 'Regeneration,' 'Danger Intuition,' and 'Arcing Technique,' please be careful enough!"

After sticking these papers, Franca scanned around, very satisfied and happy.

She then said to the unconscious Paulina:

"The flexibility of a 'Dancer' might help you get rid of the rope bindings. I can only add two more layers of unconsciousness for you."

Just as she finished speaking, she had already ignited Paulina's spirit body with black flames, making her very weak, and then added the "Joyful Society's" sedative once.

Pop, pop, Franca clapped her hands, turned around, and left the room.

Behind her, black flames flowed everywhere, burning various traces.

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After confirming that the police report was successful, Lu Mian and the others took away the assets that could be quickly cashed out from Bouvard's home, which was also located in the Library District.

On the way back to the Market District by carriage after changing back to their original appearances, Lu Mian was about to ask Franca a question when he suddenly saw a figure flash by in the darkness outside the window.

That figure was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and dark socks, his eyes empty, already holes, his skin swollen and pale, as if soaked in water.

Bouvard Pomperol!

The corpse of Bouvard Pomperol that had disappeared before!

ps: Asking for monthly tickets for the last three days of October~

ps2: Thanks to the friend "Little Lucky" for rewarding the Silver Alliance~

(End of chapter)