Chapter 618

Flores couldn't take his eyes off her for a moment and couldn't help but lean over, praising her very straightforwardly like most Feysac men:

"Today is my lucky day, actually meeting such a beautiful lady. Can I have more luck to buy you a drink?"

The lady's eyes turned, a smile contained in the corners of her mouth, and she shook her head gently, meaning no.

Flores, reluctant to give up, wanted to say a few more words, but found the lady's face gradually turning cold, so he had to retreat to his seat in low spirits.

In the time that followed, he occasionally swept a glance at the lady's figure, which made people have infinite beautiful fantasies just by wearing a simple shirt and long black trousers, and occasionally stared at the edge of her wine glass, watching it being sipped by her moist red lips.

This made Flores feel hot all over, his mouth dry, and the beer in his hand harder to quench his thirst the more he drank.

Finally, the lady finished the pale golden Manzan wine in her hand, placed the tall glass on the bar counter, and left the place amidst the soothing and elegant music.

Flores rushed over, took out a soft tissue that had become popular in recent years, and wiped the edge of the wine glass—the place that had been sipped by the lady's lips just now.

Immediately after, he folded the tissue, carefully searched around the corresponding high stool, picked up a few flaxen long hairs, and tucked them into the tissue.

After doing this, Flores discovered that the bartender and the dozen or twenty male guests around were all looking at him, their eyes quite similar, all "writing" one word:

"Pervert!"

It wasn't just Flores who was attracted by the amazing charm of the lady just now; everyone in this bar, men and a small number of women, had witnessed Flores's perverted behavior.

Flores's blood rushed to his head, and he pretended to be calm and left the place as if nothing had happened.

He would never come to this bar again!

But he didn't regret his behavior just now at all.

On the way back to the apartment, thinking of the possible gains, Flores's heart suddenly became hot, his steps faster and faster, and then he had to slow down.

Finally, he returned to his residence, pulled the curtains, and took out a notebook with a yellowed cover and old paper from the interlayer of his suitcase.

Inside the notebook was a mottled piece of paper, on which a relatively complex word that didn't belong to any language in the Northern Continent was copied, and there were a large number of explanations marked in Dutan.

Flores couldn't wait to place the tissue containing the lady's hair and stained with her saliva on the notebook, then picked up the mottled piece of paper and chanted the complex and strange word according to the marked pronunciation:

"Naporedesli..."

This was the "Love Spell" that Flores had accidentally obtained.

As long as he could get the target's true name, date of birth, closely related items, or directly get her flesh and blood and body fluids, he could make the target completely fall in love with him by placing the medium on the notebook and repeatedly chanting the spell seven times.

Flores had waited a long time to create an opportunity, letting Pedro's daughter Sarah fall and get injured. On one hand, he exchanged for a good impression and sincere gratitude with timely help, and on the other hand, he took the opportunity to collect the other party's blood, completing the prerequisite requirements for the "Love Spell."

Facts proved that this "Love Spell" was very magical!

Flores hadn't used the "Love Spell" again since then, because he didn't know how to lift the spell—if he were pursued fanatically by multiple ladies before marrying Sarah, and they fought each other, creating a farce, he wouldn't be able to become a member of that big family and obtain corresponding resources and help.

But today, he really couldn't help it.

That was the most moving lady he had ever seen; he was willing to pay any price just to possess her!

Of course, Flores wasn't sure if a tissue stained with a little saliva and a few naturally fallen hairs could serve as a medium for the "Love Spell," but he had to try.

Thinking of the possible beautiful scenes, he was excited and expectant from the bottom of his heart, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

"Naporedesli..."

Flores continued to chant the "Love Spell" exceptionally devoutly and enthusiastically, his heart filled with desire, joy, and pleasure.

"Naporedesli!"

After seven times in a row, Flores saw the tissue and hair ignite with flames that seemed to reflect a rainbow, quickly turning into ashes.

Success... Success! Flores first couldn't believe it, then was hit by huge joy in his heart.

Although he was a bit surprised that it could succeed like this, he couldn't care about that anymore.

Anyway, it succeeded!

That beautiful lady now already loved him!

Thinking of what would happen next, Flores's blood surged. He hurriedly closed the notebook, clipped the paper, couldn't care about putting them back in their original places, and ran directly to the door.

He was going to take a walk on the street; that lovely person must be looking for him!

Flores had just pulled open the door when he saw the lady from the bar standing outside.

Swept by those lake-water-colored crystalline eyes, Flores felt sour and soft all over, almost unable to stand steady, wishing he could just lie down.

As the lady took the initiative to throw herself into Flores's arms, he couldn't wait to close his arms and kiss her.

But the touch from his two hands wasn't the warm softness he imagined, but cold and hard.

This... Flores saw in surprise that what he was holding was only a half-person-high mirror, and the mirror was still constantly rubbing against his arms, moving left and right, unable to be pushed away.

Flores retreated in extreme fear. The reaction that had appeared in his body during his previous fantasies couldn't subside no matter what; his heart was in ice, and his body was in fire.

He slapped the mirror harder and harder.

Finally, when he retreated to the suitcase, the mirror shattered with a crack.

It split into countless fragments, piercing into Flores's clothes, piercing into his chest, stomach, and arms.

The pain entered Flores's head, causing that string in him, which was already on the verge of its limit, to snap.

He tasted pleasure beyond the past.

He fell to the ground, lying there, motionless, both afraid and nostalgic, both pained and enjoying.

"It can really digest the 'Pleasure' potion..." In the apartment diagonally opposite Flores's room, Franca looked at the scene presented in the mirror and said "tsk tsk."

With her knowledge, the scene she just saw could also be called bizarre.

"I said I wouldn't lie to you," Lu Mian, wearing a golden straw hat, responded with a smile.

After accepting the commission and clarifying that Flores's main problem was the fanatical love of a beautiful girl for no reason, his first thought was to arrange a "Witch" for this guy to test him.

Franca leaving saliva and hair was part of the test; after all, there had to be something involving the occult.

Of course, for safety, those saliva and hair had been specially treated beforehand. For this, Franca specially made a "Mirror Substitute" pointing to them—this was one of the black magic of "Witches."

Now the result was out, very good. Franca let Flores get the torture of pleasure, tasting the pain of chasing pleasure.

"Strange, just relying on that little bit of saliva and hair, just relying on a spell with only one word, Flores actually really made my mirror fall in love with him, and didn't even hold a ritual or pray to any existence," Franca then sighed with emotion, "I can't even do that."

Lu Mian smiled:

"You can do it. You don't need spells or mediums; showing your charm is enough."

"..." Franca was stunned for a moment, "You are finally like an Intis person, or is this the result of coming to Feysac for advanced studies?"

She pursed her lips, her eyes suddenly flickering.

Lu Mian then said:

"There is another problem. Pedro had previously looked for two adventurers to investigate Flores, but they both disappeared. And judging from the performance just now, this guy has no Beyonder abilities."

"This matter is quite strange..." Franca suddenly laughed, "If the special 'Mirror Substitute' hadn't worked and I had been influenced by that spell and fallen in love with Flores, how would you handle it?"

Lu Mian laughed:

"Making someone disappear without a sound is very simple, and I don't even need to do it myself."

Ludwig guaranteed he could eat that guy clean and perform anti-divination.

Without waiting for Franca to say anything more, Lu Mian walked to the door and said:

"I'll go over and ask that guy. You pay attention to changes and guard against accidents."

"Alright," Franca replied very seriously.

Because Flores didn't even have time to close the door, Lu Mian didn't need to pick the lock and walked in directly.

Sensing someone coming in, Flores came back to his senses and hurriedly climbed up.

And at this moment, Lu Mian had already picked up the notebook and spread it to the two pages where the mottled paper was clipped.

"You, what are you doing?" Flores asked in terror.

He immediately recognized Lu Mian:

"Louis Berry? The great adventurer Louis Berry?

"Are you hired by Pedro to investigate me?"

Lu Mian ignored him, walked to the window, opened the glass window, and let fresh air pour in.

"Love Spell, can make a woman fall in love with you, only need to obtain her true name..." Lu Mian recited the Dutan annotation on the mottled paper in front of Flores, "The pronunciation of the spell is..."

He stopped and didn't recite it again.

Flores's face had long been gray and pale, as if he saw his reputation completely ruined and the miserable end of being arrested by the Church.

"Where did this come from?" Lu Mian pointed to the mottled paper and the old notebook.

Cold sweat oozed from Flores's forehead, and his eyes gradually became fierce.

He suddenly shouted and used the awkward pronunciation to chant that word again:

"Naporedesli!"

This time, there was no target object, and no corresponding medium.

Almost at the same time, Lu Mian felt the surroundings become quiet, and some kind of evil strangeness grew rapidly in the room.

(End of chapter)