Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 320: Reflected Destiny

"Let's put the acting aside for now. They're all on the boat during this time anyway."

Adele thought about it for a long time but couldn't make up her mind, so she had to change the subject.

"What are the materials for the Sequence 5 Witch of Pain? Where can I get them? Do you know these?"

Tracy smiled meaningfully, which made Adele feel creepy. After two or three seconds, she slowly replied:
"The main ingredients of the Witch of Pain include all the blood of the lion-headed snake-bodied beast and the eyes of the black-feathered owl. I only know that the former is in the southern continent and can be found in the primeval forest of the northern Orit State, especially in Aleser in West Balam."

North Orit State is a large state in West Balam, with an area about 1.5 times that of Ruen Ahowa County, and has the best-preserved virgin forest in Balam.

Although the current situation in the Balam war zone is complicated, it can generally be divided into two parts: northwest and southeast.

——The northwest belongs to Loen, and the southeast is occupied by the Rose School and the coalition of indigenous princes.

Adele and her companions set sail from the Port of Berens to harass the east coast ports occupied by the Rose School, trying to contain the opponent's fleet's tentative counterattack as much as possible and ensure the safety of the troops sent from the Port of Berens to repair the telegraph lines.

"Then let's stay here for a while."

Adele pointed out a river estuary in the East Balam jungle on the nautical chart hanging on the wall. "If necessary, we can try to go upstream."

"You are the captain, you have the final say on these matters." Tracy said nonchalantly.

She was not someone who could not see the situation clearly. She knew very well why the kingdom was willing to give her a chance now.

It is true that he wanted to take advantage of her power in the southern continent, but taking advantage of her power does not necessarily require her to be alive. If Loen could produce a nasty Gehrman Sparrow, then doesn't it have another magical item that can change a person's appearance?

——From the perspective of deterrence alone, the dead Tracy is much more useful than the living Lieutenant General Disease.

Adele glanced at Tracy without surprise; her behavior was within Adele's expectations.

Adele didn't expect Tracy to completely side with her all of a sudden. The current situation had actually far exceeded Adele's expectations.

In Adele's expectation, Tracy was giving her face by not being hypocritical now, after all, her military rank seemed to be higher than hers.

If the other party really goes against me, it might be really troublesome during this long voyage.

But fortunately, the journey was long enough, and Tracy had plenty of time to figure it out...

Adele comforted herself in her heart, then picked up the pencil on the table and began to circle the nautical chart.

——Whether it is harassing the coastal waters, pinning down the main force of the local navy, or venturing into the inland rivers and directly using the ships as mobile artillery to attack the city, it is necessary to make arrangements in advance to avoid casualties as much as possible.

The number of members of the privateer "Yukikaze" has now expanded to more than 200 people. Most of the original ordinary sailors have been laid off, leaving only a dozen elite sailors including Wagner, the four witches under Gagran, Constantine, Tracy, Wendy and others.

However, these two hundred people are just a drop in the bucket for the battle situation on the front line. In a fierce battle, it is even possible that all of them will be killed within ten minutes, so they must be used with caution.

Although Adele and Tracy's mission seems glamorous and profitable, and whether they do a good job or a bad job, it will not have any bad impact on either of them, but if they fail, they will become the center of the typhoon.

In the short term, the military careers of Messrs. "Moon" and "Star" on the front line may be affected. Although their personal safety will not be endangered, they will inevitably be transferred away from the southern continent.

In the long run, it is possible that William Augustus, the founder of this war zone, might resort to desperate measures and launch indiscriminate attacks on the southern continent in order to prevent members of the Rose School from communicating privately with the Mother Tree of Desire.

No one has ever seen the scene of the Judge's Path Sequence 1 "Hand of Order" in full force, and no one wants to see it once. However, it is definitely not weaker than the half-crazy evil god S'ea.

Sua was able to cut off the entire Star Plateau. Although it was difficult for William Augustus to destroy the entire continent with his destructive power alone, as a Sequence One in charge of rules and order, it was not a problem for him to create rules to punish extraordinary people within the southern continent.

When gods fight, mortals suffer... Adele sighed heavily, staring at the map and fell into deep thought again.

……

Deep in the vast starry sky, on the blue reflection star.

Looking at the extremely familiar Gothic spire church in front of her, the corners of Fors' mouth twitched slightly.

"Why are we here?"

The writer's voice trembled a little, which showed that this field trip was too exciting for her.

The church spire that appeared before her was tall. The design used cross arches, flying buttresses, slender columns, and a new frame structure to increase the strength of supporting the top. The entire building had straight lines, a majestic appearance, and a spacious space inside the church. Combined with long windows inlaid with stained glass, a strong religious atmosphere was created inside the church.

Although she was not a believer of the goddess, she had lived in Backlund for five or six years and immediately recognized this landmark building in Backlund: Saint Samuel's Cathedral!
However, what was hanging on the top of the church was not the Holy Emblem of Night, but a mysterious symbol that Fors had never seen before. It seemed to belong to the real owner of this place, a powerful Outer God.

"Your expression should be more natural. There's no need to be so nervous. Just think of it as a source of material."

Amon, who had left his clone in Fors' body, was now standing beside Fors with a smile on his face. He was wearing a postman's uniform that he had stolen from somewhere, and he took out a handful of grains from his pocket like a magician, and started feeding the pigeons as if he was really killing time.

"But you said that this is their territory..."

It was obvious that Fors could not be as fearless as Amon. Even though her body had honestly followed Amon's gesture and sat on the bench behind him, she still looked worried.

"So you're too nervous."

Amon threw out the last handful of grains in his hand. When the white doves were about to land excitedly to eat, he suddenly clapped his hands mischievously, scaring the white doves so much that they flew up one after another and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"The people here won't notice me... In fact, if I hadn't been parasitic on you, you wouldn't be able to see the scene here, and you wouldn't be able to interfere with them."

Amon still had a smile on his face as he waved to the people around the square.

Instantly, all the white pigeons in the square were stunned for a moment, and then half of them flew up at the same time, circling around Amon, wrapping him up completely.

"Look at those people, the little mystics of Abraham's family."

Amon's voice was almost drowned out by the flapping of the dove's wings, but Fors still believed that he heard it.

She subconsciously looked at the people who were feeding pigeons in the square like Amon, but found that their movements had not changed at all, and they were still mechanically throwing bread crumbs to where the pigeons were.

Everyone's expression is so happy and peaceful, yet it looks so weird and stereotyped.

Rather than living humans, they are more like puppets in a sandbox.

Fors stared blankly at the reflections that mechanically repeated her movements. For some reason, she felt a sense of loneliness she had never experienced before.

Even when she was thrown alone into the depths of the distant starry sky, she had never felt such intense loneliness, which could penetrate into her bones through the seams of her clothes.

If Amon hadn't broken free from the flock of pigeons and patted her shoulder heavily, Fors suspected that she would have shed tears by now.

"How does it feel?"

Amon's clothes were messed up by the pigeons, and there were a few gray feathers on his body, but Fors felt that his expression seemed to be more lively.

“I feel as if I’ve been… rejected by the world.”

Fors considered her words and said, "Or maybe I rejected the world... Anyway, it's a bit uncomfortable."

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Fors felt that the smile on Amon's face became even more intense.

"Very good. Remember this feeling. Perhaps our world is the same for them."

Amon waved his hand, and His clothes instantly became clean and tidy. Then, He stretched out his hand indifferently and made a grasping motion.

Before Fors could react, everyone in the square fell down.

Like a wheat field swept by an invisible sickle, the people in the square lost their lives at the same time. Their lifeless bodies rolled to Fors's feet, and disappeared the moment they touched her bell-shaped leather boots, like shattered reflections.

It took Fors almost two seconds to sort out what had happened. Then she asked Amon in a state of collapse:

"What the hell are you doing?"

Amon did not answer. He just looked at the palm of his hand silently. Hundreds of lives were like countless twinkling points of light when he held them in his palm, forming a pure ball of light in his palm.

"See? Any random action of ours could cause them to die easily."

Ignoring Fors's questioning, Amon waved his hand again, sending the light spots flying back to their original owners' bodies.

“…Is it the same when they look at us?”

Fors opened her mouth, but suppressed the new round of questions she had prepared.

Amon raised his eyebrows in surprise: "It seems that your IQ has improved a lot during the time I was parasitizing you... But when I stole the relevant experience from Pales, I didn't know that this kind of parasitism would also improve the IQ of the parasite?"

Fors: “…”

Seeing that Fors was speechless, Amon stood up and walked towards Fors.

"Don't you want to know what we are here for? I'll tell you now."

Fors subconsciously took a small step back, but it still did not affect Amon's body overlapping with hers, and once again returned to a completely parasitic state.

Before Amon's body completely merged into Fors's, Fors heard His last words.

"We are going to meet the one who can have a good conversation with us. To do this, we need the help of the [Secrets] of this world."

"[Secret] means..." Before Fors could finish his words, the mystic's spiritual premonition suddenly appeared in his mind.

A figure wearing a crown and a black robe with heavy patterns stood on the top of the church spire. His face was handsome but expressionless, and his black eyes were deep but lacked spirituality!
The next second, her body became hazy like a landscape in the fog, and before she could use her extraordinary ability, she had completely disappeared.

"Amon, you plotted against me! QAQ"

This was the last thought that flashed through Fors's mind before the power went out.

Her thoughts had barely begun to resonate when everything in front of her was completely dark and she lost consciousness completely, as if she had entered the deepest, dreamless sleep.

She didn't know how long it had been, but the lightless and silent darkness suddenly shook, and she vaguely felt something.

As his thoughts gradually freed themselves from solidification, Fors slowly opened his eyes, only to see a patch of mist above him. An unreal crimson moon was hidden in it, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

"Are you dead? If not, get up quickly."

That annoying voice sounded again in her mind and beside her at the same time. Fors finally confirmed that she was not dead, but she didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

"This is where?"

Fors stretched his joints, rubbed his shoulders, stood up, and looked around.

The first thing that caught her eye was the fog that filled the surroundings. It was different from any fog Fors had ever seen, and its color was not one of the colors she knew.

Due to the fog, visibility here is very low, and all they can see is the colorful fog swirling wherever the two of them can see.

This amorphous fog gives people a completely different feeling. Its state changes every moment, making people have an inexplicable fear of the unknown and resist going deeper into the fog.

Amon was standing next to Fors. He didn't know when he put on the crystal monocle again. The expression on his face was something Fors had never seen before, and he even looked a little at a loss.

"I've said it before, the foreign gods here have replaced the true gods, so this is naturally his kingdom of God."

Amon looked at the swirling fog around him and shrugged, trying to make himself look relaxed.

"One of the most powerful outer gods in the starry sky, the kingdom of the Uncertain Mist."

"Since He is the equivalent of the Seven Gods here, then the person who can talk to us must be here."

Amon subconsciously pushed the lens of his monocle to make it fit better in his sunken eye sockets. Then he glanced at Fors and said mischievously:
“It wasn’t a pleasant feeling to be pulled in by His agent, so I didn’t let Him pull me in.”

(End of this chapter)