Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 321 Fors: I’m really pulling
Although she knew that this thought itself might have been read by Amon, Fors still tried her best to restrain the urge to roll her eyes.

"There seems to be no one here..."

Rather than wasting time on similar issues with Amon, Fors began to observe her surroundings on her own.

However, the thick colorful fog blocked the view, and even inspiration was limited to a few meters around.

Even without really trying, Fors could sense that the connection between this place and the spirit world had been completely severed. His ability to travel through the spirit world could only be used as temporary invisibility here. He just didn't know whether the spirit world that the God's Scroll communicated with could still be used normally.

Fors only took a quick glance before giving up the futile attempt and looking directly at Amon beside him.

Her attitude was very clear. Since you brought me here, you have the final say on what to do next. I dare not object anyway...

"You are quite leisurely."

Amon chuckled, not hiding the fact that he could easily read Fors' thoughts.

He brushed off the nonexistent dust on himself and pointed forward: "Let's go. If this place really corresponds to the place in the northern continent, then we have to find a church."

What do you mean by "if"? You are not sure, right? Then you dare to...

Fors found that although he had tried his best to restrain his desire to think wildly, the habit of complaining that he had developed when living with Xio was already deeply rooted. Even if he didn't say it out loud, Amon would see it.

Besides, what Amon said was really...

Fors suppressed her thoughts and glanced at Amon tremblingly.

The other party had already taken a step forward and was waiting for Fors to catch up. Seeing Fors's expression, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, I really don't know if this place is exactly the same as the corresponding place on our planet... Or even if it is this place on our planet, I only heard about it from my brother."

Seeing Fors catching up with him, Amon continued, "Although He is annoying, what He says is still trustworthy. In that church, there is a passage leading to where my old friend is."

Seeing that Fors's expression had eased a little, Amon asked calmly, "By the way, who is Xio?"

Fors' heart trembled suddenly, and she quickly suppressed her panicked thoughts and replied calmly, "He's my roommate in Backlund, a bounty hunter."

"Your colleague in the Tarot Club? I see."

Amon showed an exaggerated expression of sudden enlightenment and continued to move forward into the fog.

For a moment, Fors even wanted to turn around and escape into the colorful mist, but she knew very well that this was impossible.

She followed Amon dejectedly, and couldn't help wondering if there was any way to stop Amon from reading her mind.

"If you can come up with a simple and easy method, be sure to tell me. When I meet a fortune teller, I will laugh at him."

Amon said nonchalantly, "That annoying ancient scholar couldn't do it back then, how can this sensual novelist do it?"

After hearing what Amon said, Fors was very angry, but there was nothing she could do. She had to follow Amon out of spite, ignoring Amon's occasional comments and began to let her mind wander.

However, the more she thought about her own responses, the more desperately she realized that there was a huge gap between her and Amon. Unless the other party took the initiative to terminate it, there was no way to stop Amon from subconsciously probing her thoughts.

Wait, unless He terminates it Himself?

Fors' eyes suddenly lit up, and she began to try hard to recall the plot of her famous work, Stormwind Heights.

Because it happened so long ago, it was difficult for her to remember everything she had written down, and she could only recall the highlights.

Compared to recalling the popular beginning, it is obviously easier to recall the climax.

When she started a gorgeous reasoning from the "calm, intelligent and lazy" heroine Ms. Sissi encountering evil spirits to the heroine revealing that she is a detective, Amon couldn't hold it anymore and the frequency of pushing the monocle increased significantly.

However, Fors did not notice that because it was too long ago, she could not remember many specific details clearly. Some of the knowledge about sex was also from hearsay, so she often forgot the progress of her memories, and when she started to remember from the beginning, a new plot often appeared.

When Fors finally recalled the climax of the whole story, when the protagonist suffered a severe blow to the head and lost his memory, and entered a tear-jerking plot, Amon, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and Fors almost bumped into him.

"I take back my previous assumption that your IQ has received some backlash."

The constant smile of success on Amon's face disappeared, replaced by an expression as if he had eaten a fly.

"Although my brother Adam told me that my understanding of human nature is somewhat biased, I don't think this Ms. Sissi is 'calm, wise and lazy', unless you are used to using these words to describe monkeys in heat."

"If that's how you make your living, why haven't you starved to death yet?"

Amon looked incredulous. "Your book actually sold... 60,000 copies? Can you give each of my clones a copy?"

"Perhaps this is why your brother said you don't understand human nature."

Fors bravely replied, "At least I know what they like better than you."

"I totally don't understand why you can feel pleasure from this kind of plot..." Amon's face darkened even more. "What is the ending of this book?"

"The hero and heroine live happily together..." Fors answered truthfully.

"That's it? What about the evil spirit? Won't it seek revenge after being offended?"

Amon said incredulously, "Just losing his memory can satisfy Him? Are you kidding me?"

"Well, he no longer has the extra strength to seek revenge..."

While answering Amon's question, Fors secretly wondered who the "He" Amon subconsciously mentioned brought in.

"This is nonsense. Could it be that the evil spirit was so weak that it could be burned to death? An evil spirit that was burned to death? Or did the string of garlic that Ms. Sissi placed at the door work? It's not a vampire... No, vampires are not afraid of this kind of thing. Do you have any common sense?"

Amon took two quick steps back and forth. "You are a demigod, how can you write something like this?"

"Well, after I finished writing this book, I was promoted to Sequence 9..."

Fors spread his hands, looking innocent.

"I will consider how to deal with what you wrote when we return to the Northern Continent. From now on, don't think about it anymore!"

Amon said rudely.

Fors did not answer. She stood there and stared at Amon, her intention to give up was obvious.

If you find what I wrote unacceptable, you can just not read it... Fors thought confidently.

Amon looked at Fors deeply, and after a long silence, he turned around and continued to walk forward.

Hey, is that the end? Will you continue to watch it? Give me a response?
Fors thought about it again and again, but didn't dare to ask.

Seeing that Amon had no reaction, her ideas began to become bolder, and finally she even tried to replace Amon and German Sparrow with a female-oriented sensual novel she had conceived before - of course, the kind that was only for adults to read.

Seeing that Amon still had no reaction, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, Amon suddenly asked thoughtfully, "By the way, what is the method of summoning the messenger of that 'world' Gehrman Sparrow?"

What do you want His Messenger Summoning Method for? Is it...?
Recalling what she had just thought, Fors's face suddenly turned pale.

"I, I don't want to be made into a magical item by Mr. World..."

Fors said this with a sad face, and cursed herself in her heart for getting carried away.

"…I don't know why you asked this, but I guess you must have been thinking about something that I can't know."

Amon frowned. "I feel like if I were to check your thoughts now, I'd probably see something unsightly. Since you don't want to talk about it, forget it."

You are right, I have dirty thoughts, so please don't bother to check...

Fors quietly raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. It seemed that Amon really did not continue to check her thoughts.

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I want to tell you. The Sequence 8 of the Thief's Path is called 'Swindler'."

Seeing that Fors's expression had eased a little, Amon added slowly, "Why don't you guess which of the words I just said are a lie?"

Fors's expression froze once again.

……

A few hundred miles outside the port of Berens, the "Snowwind" took down the naval flag originally hanging on the top of the flagpole on the ship and replaced it with a dark blue flag designed by Adele herself, which was different only in name from the original flag of the "Honeysuckle Queen".

Due to the semi-official nature of the privateering ship, Adele was still embarrassed to directly hoist the black flag.

Wendy, on the other hand, was quite interested in the Black Flag. She kept muttering a name that Adele had never heard of and a bunch of strange words, such as "the Jackdaw, the Necromancer Edward", which made Adele confused.

They had just left the port of Berens less than half a day ago. Naturally, there would be no enemy fleets within this range. They were still in the safe zone for the time being, so Adele was not so nervous.

Walking out of the captain's room, Adele came to the deck.

At present, the Yukikaze has not yet engaged the enemy, so the ship's speed is maintained at a level slightly faster than that of an ordinary clipper ship, at about 18 knots.

Despite this, the wind on the deck was still strong, blowing the hem of the navy cloak that Adele was wearing behind her. If Adele had not tied it around her neck with a copper buckle in advance, it would have been blown off by the sea breeze.

Adele tightened her clothes anxiously and cast her eyes toward the deck.

To her surprise, there were not only busy sailors here, but also Natalie and Leila, mother and daughter, on the deck.

Wendy and Constantine are still missing. Normally, these two have a strong presence, but when they are together, their presence seems to cancel each other out. If you don't look for them deliberately, you have no idea where they are.

Thinking of what Tracy had said to her, Adele couldn't help but begin to hesitate.

If she wanted to play the role of Joy, Natalie would be the most suitable among the witches under Gagran: as a single mother, she was also the only one among the four who had reached Sequence 6. Adele believed that she would understand her difficulties.

After all, Adele had heard her say in person that whenever she needed to act, she would secretly go to the Golden Rose without Leila's knowledge - as a client, of course.

As for the other two witches, Aphra was originally a rescued slave. If I were to discuss these things with her while I was in a high position, it might cause her to have some memories that she didn't want to recall.

Lisette was relatively quiet and had no mental trauma, but Adele was not completely an emotional idiot and was naturally aware of her feelings for her original self, Altair Brewster.

If I do something with her under the pretext of acting, even if I know in my heart that it is just for the sake of acting, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not have any inappropriate thoughts.

Her thoughts will not only burden her in playing the role of a "no-taboo" witch, but will also bring trouble to Adele.

Such mental slippage is very common in witch role-playing. If you want to maintain your mental state, you must have a clear understanding of the consequences of each indulgence of desire. Otherwise, it is easy to get completely lost and forget that you are just playing.

As for Leila... her problem was similar to Lisette's. Although she refused to admit defeat, if she did anything just for the sake of acting, Adele would probably have trouble getting over it with Natalie.

Come to think of it, if a witch of joy said to her daughter in front of a single mother, "I want you to help me act", no matter how good-tempered the other person is, she would probably go crazy, right?
As for Wendy, the fake Intis... forget it. I always feel guilty about deceiving a disabled person if I capture her.

After considering all the possibilities, Adele shook her head and walked towards Natalie who was standing on the deck.

She usually stayed with Leila, so even though she felt a strange sense of guilt about sending Leila away, Adele still went over.

Not only for her own role, but also to maintain the relationship with Tracy as much as possible without letting Tracy catch her. For this, she had to act naturally, as if she really wanted to play all this.

Seeing Adele walking towards her, Natalie patted Leila's shoulder gently. She nodded slightly and ran back to her cabin, not forgetting to give Adele a vigilant look.

"Is it for the role-playing?"

Just when Adele was confused, Natalie said softly, "Tracy told me everything. It's no problem. I have experience in this area."

(End of this chapter)