Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 103: Move
After Hermes finished writing, he threw the pen aside and watched the ink on the white paper in front of him gradually solidify and turn into brilliant gold.

"That little girl under the Fool's command probably never imagined that I, whom she had been trying to track down, was actually staying next door to the Church of Fools' headquarters..."

Hermes smiled, took out a folder and put the white papers into the folder, just like an ordinary popular novel writer.

This is the gap between the high-sequence and low-sequence audience pathways. Audrey, who is only at the saint level, can hardly detect any trace of Hermes. Even if He is hiding next door to her or even passes by her on the street, she cannot see or hear Him.

Hermes thought of the Grand Theater built in Intis during the reign of his old friend Roselle Gustav. Now it is a landmark building in Serenzo, the capital of Intis. The Grand Theater has ten tiers of seats, the closest to the stage is the ninth row, and the farthest is the zeroth row.

When Hermes first saw the theater, he felt that it was very similar to the characteristics of the audience path:
The closer you are to the stands and the lower your sequence, the easier it is for you to be blinded by the actors' tricks on stage, fall into their trap, be easily manipulated by them, and be noticed by them;

The higher the sequence, the farther away from the stands, the wider the field of vision, and the clearer the mechanism behind the actors. At the same time, because the distance is farther, the less attention is paid to the actors' expressions, and the overall situation will not be misjudged because of the outstanding performance of a certain actor. The low-sequence in the front row cannot see the high-sequence in the back row, and even they themselves are part of the actors in the eyes of the audience in the back row.

And now, I have to find a way to get closer to the "real audience"...

Hermes narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. In the photo frame on the table, Adam's smile was still pure, without any joy or sadness.

……

"Those things seem to be sealed at the end of the sea line, and this seal seems to be gradually weakening."

On the Blue Avenger, Alger and his companions were standing on the deck, looking at the large mass of tentacles emitting an ominous aura that were wriggling in the distance but unable to break through the sea line, and talking with worry.

“Since these are things that Mr. Fool sealed himself, we must not let them leak out.”

Alger said, "And it seems that the only thing that can seal those things is the gray fog over this ocean. Then, there is only one way."

The promotion ceremony of "Sea King" requires the promoted person to completely control all conditions in an entire ocean and become the true "Sea King" of this ocean. At the same time, the abilities of the Sea King will be different depending on the characteristics of the sea area under his control. The Sea King can mobilize the characteristics of the ocean under his control to a certain extent, and get a very strong increase near the ocean under his control.

He wants to become the King of the Sea here, and then use the gray fog unique to this ocean to block the mysterious black hole that suddenly appeared!
In the past few weeks, Alger had completed most of the arrangements required for the ritual. Now, as long as he took the potion and completed the last part of the ritual surrounded by the ocean, he would be able to become a true "Sea King".

"Then let's get started now while that thing is still relatively calm. If all goes well, we can complete the promotion by this time tomorrow."

Audrey lifted her skirt slightly and bowed to Alger.

"We'll do our best to clear the way for you. Good luck."

Alger nodded, then he gently raised his hand, and the gray sea water instantly rose dozens of meters, level with the bow of the Blue Avenger. Alger stepped onto the stairs made of sea water, his eyes bright, as if containing lightning and hurricanes.

Then, his body was surrounded by the sea water and sank slowly to the bottom of the sea. In his hand, there was a bottle of silver-white magic potion, like solidified lightning. The surrounding light gradually disappeared, and the bottle of magic potion became the only light in the darkness.

After Alger was completely surrounded by darkness, he opened the bottle stopper and swallowed the silver-white lightning. Almost at the same time, the tentacles at the end of the sea line began to move restlessly.

……

"I didn't expect Mr. Altaïr to get married without telling anyone."

At Statham's house, Sophie was helping Mr. Statham with housework while talking to her father.

"Yeah, I'm really happy for him."

Mr. Statham responded and split the moldy firewood. Because of the mold, the price of this firewood is much lower than that of anthracite, but as long as it is properly dried after being split, it is also a good fuel.

"Rather, it's strange that no woman likes a man like him."

Marisol interrupted as she walked past the two of them carrying a washtub.

"Yeah. In a place like the East District, if he hadn't thought his job was dangerous and didn't want to start a family, I'm afraid his children would have run away."

Mr. Statham nodded. "Honeymoon? To be honest, he should find a similar opportunity to settle down for a while. If I had an industry with a monthly income of more than 100 pounds, I'm afraid I would have given up the idea of ​​taking any risks."

"Some people are born to take risks, which we cannot understand."

Marisol smiled slightly and continued to rub the clothes in the basin.

"Indeed; but I have more valuable property than a hundred pounds a month."

Mr. Statham looked at Sophie and Marisol with a gentle gaze, "Finish your work and go to bed early. You will have to start work tomorrow."

"To be honest, I've been a textile worker for so many years, but this is the first time I've had a weekend off. I'm still a little uncomfortable with it."

Marisol half-complained, "I feel like a tightly wound coil that might break if I let go."

"Perhaps you should get used to this kind of adjustment. After all, our country is getting better step by step... At least, that's what the newspapers say."

After giving the humorous yet poignant suggestion, Mr. Statham did not continue speaking. Instead, he walked behind Marisol and massaged her shoulders.

“If we can get bread and shelter just by reading a newspaper, then our lives are indeed better.”

Marisol sighed softly, not sure if it was because of the current situation or Mr. Statham's massage.

"I hope life will really get better in the New Year." Sophie said maturely as she looked at the flickering gas lamp outside the window.

"Then make a sincere wish. God will hear the prayers of a good child like you." Mr. Statham rubbed Sophie's head lovingly. "But before that, you should go to bed."

(End of this chapter)