Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 324 Preparation and Reflection

While Adele was learning the many skills of the Witch of Pleasure in the warm bottom cabin of the Snow Wind ironclad, Fors and Amon were trudging through the colorful, damp and cold fog.

Fors subconsciously wrapped her clothes tightly around her body to fight the chill that was spreading all over her body.

This was very abnormal. After becoming a demigod and having her physique strengthened, she shouldn't have felt cold in an environment where the surface temperature of her body had just broken zero degrees.

Amon told her that this was because the Outer Gods here were the "uncertain fog" that controlled the rules, which led to the existence of all kinds of wonderful rules in this fog. These rules interacted with each other and created such a reflection star in the depths of the starry sky that corresponded to their original planet.

The reason why rules are rules is that they are universal to those who are enforced. Therefore, all beings that have not reached the level of mythical creatures feel restricted to the human level by the rules here.

Although their abilities have not completely disappeared, the decreased resilience of their bodies means that they cannot use their strength as freely as before, otherwise they may cause unexpected injuries due to excessive output.

This disgusting fog makes people feel more irritated than when Backlund's air pollution was at its worst... Fors rubbed her cheeks vigorously with her hands in annoyance.

This colorful mist looked like droplets and dust. With every step she took, Fors felt as if a spider web was hanging on her face. Every hair on her body was being tossed back and forth by this mist that was between visible and invisible.

Not only that, the visibility in the fog is very low, less than ten meters, requiring people to concentrate fully when walking and beware of emergencies that may occur at any time.

Although the possibility of this happening was extremely small due to Amon's presence, Fors couldn't help but think about it.

The feeling is like walking on a dimly lit boulevard and suddenly bumping into a spider silk floating across the middle of the road. You are frantically trying to get rid of the spider silk that is stuck there, while worrying that your movement will cause the spider to fly directly into your face.

In this kind of weather, you should lie on the sofa at home, fill the fireplace with firewood, drink hot cocoa and play with friends, instead of trekking to a corner deep in the starry sky in the bone-chilling cold...

Just as Fors began to miss the warm fireplace in Backlund, Amon finally stopped.

"Here we are, here we are."

Is this it?

Fors was a little surprised and looked up quickly, but she only saw a dark blue brick wall and did not see the whole building.

"Are you sure this is here?"

Amon didn't say anything, and Fors took a step forward consciously, stretched out her hand and pressed against the dark blue wall.

An illusory spiritual door opened. The simple ability to "open the door" was not restricted by the fact that this place was not connected to the spiritual world, and could still be used normally.

——After reaching a high sequence, even the simple ability of "opening the door" has undergone a qualitative change. Not only can you bring people with you, but you can also open doors in various restricted places.

Silently, the two passed through the dark blue wall and entered the interior of the church.

……

Inside the church, Fors, who had passed through the wall, found that her vision was not affected any further, and the physical improvement brought by the demigod had returned to her.

The thick dark blue walls blocked the illusory colorful mist, which made Fors breathe a sigh of relief. The unpleasant feeling was finally gone.

Soon, however, her attention was drawn to the scene inside the church. She no longer paid attention to the refreshing feeling brought by the disappearance of the fog, and uttered an uncontrollable sigh.

As far as she could see, there were thick obsidian obelisks lined up in a uniform pattern.

All the stone tablets are made of similar materials and sizes, more than two meters high, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with exaggerated reliefs on the top.

The pattern on the relief is a distorted and blurred light golden human figure, with an indescribable sense of majesty.

The strange thing was that although the figure was carved on a pure black stone pillar and no paint was used, when For thought of his image, she couldn't help but think that he was light gold, just as she had no reason to think that the relief was incomplete.

However, the human figure seemed to lack some spirituality at this time, which made Fors look away in dismay. She suspected that if the human figure really recovered to its complete state, she would have serious problems just by looking at the relief.

The only difference between these stone tablets was the content. Unlike the human figure on top, which was not clear but left a definite impression on people, the words on the stone tablets were the Loen language that Fors was familiar with, but she could not understand what the arrangement of the letters meant.

"Okay, there's nothing to see. This is just the first stop. What comes next is the highlight."

For some reason, Amon's voice was somewhat cheerful, as if "He" was not lurking in the Outer God's lair, but was preparing to visit an old friend's home. There was a leisurely tone in his words and actions that Fors found difficult to understand.

He pointed to the rows of stone tablets and said with a firm tone:

"They will appear differently in front of different people, and different interpretation methods will produce different results, so there is no point in your research. What you have to do is to find the one among these stone tablets that has not changed according to your will, and then push that stone tablet along these chutes."

Amon tapped the ground with his toes, and Fors discovered that there was a slide specially built on the ground for moving these stone tablets.

The bottom of the stone tablet is carved into a smooth slide structure, which can be moved freely on the slide.

"I can't use extraordinary abilities to move these stone tablets. I can only move them along the slide rails little by little."

Amon saw that Fors was still in a daze, so he gently pushed her and said, "Why are you still standing there? If you finish moving sooner, we can go back sooner."

Fors opened her mouth and looked towards the end of the church.

Here her vision was no longer restricted. She saw that there were at least hundreds of identical stone tablets in the irregular corridors of the church. They were arranged in various ways with no pattern at all. If she wanted to push a stone tablet into the aisle, she had to figure out the order for a long time.

"But, this..." Fors's face turned pale. "How long will this be postponed?"

"That depends on your efficiency and intelligence," Amon said with a smile, "because these stone tablets have different ways of cracking them. If I intervene, the stone tablet you are looking for will not be the original one."

“In that case, why don’t you do it yourself?” Fors complained subconsciously, but what she got was Amon’s matter-of-fact expression and the smiling eyes behind his monocle.

——What do you think I brought you here for?

When I become an angel, the first thing I will do is smash your monocle...

Fors lowered his head dejectedly and began to identify the stone tablet resignedly.

……

The next morning, Adele woke up in Natalie's bed.

Her navy coat, her floral cotton nightgown, and Natalie's stockings were scattered on the floor, all wrinkled from tumbling.

Adele's nose was still filled with the sweet scent of sandalwood and rose essential oil. Natalie, with her snow-white hair, was lying beside her, with a lingering look of joy on her face.

Last night's performance was indeed very thorough, and the progress of the potion digestion in the body could not be faked, so even though the two of them had been tossing and turning for several hours, Adele still felt refreshed when she woke up in the morning.

It has to be said that Natalie's knowledge of pleasure was directly learned from Gagran, who has lived for hundreds of years in different identities. In terms of experience, she is obviously far superior to Adele.

——There is no other way. After all, Gaglan’s knowledge in this area is so rich that if some of the postures were really named after the inventor, her name would be mentioned at least ten times.

However, driven by curiosity, Adele fully demonstrated her humble and studious spirit, and with the feedback from digesting the potion in the middle, she successfully took the initiative in the later stage.

If I had known this before, even if I wasn't a witch, I would have been able to subdue Venata...

Muttering to herself, Adele glanced at the white-haired witch lying beside her. After all, Natalie was a little older and needed a longer rest, so Adele got out of bed quietly and prepared to put on her clothes and leave.

Although she thought she had performed well last night, it was only a matter of a few hours, and she didn't know how long this trip would last.

——It’s easy to feel good for a few hours, but if you say the wrong thing later, you may be embarrassed for several months.

At least, Adele hadn't figured out how to explain it to Leila yet. Should she say, "Your mother is an excellent witch of pleasure?" What should Leila say? "Thank you, you too?"

When Adele thought of this possibility, she wished she could disappear right there.

With the assassin's body control, Adele quickly put on her underwear and put on her navy coat. At the same time, she was annoyed to find that a piece of candied fruit that had fallen on the black cloth at some point was stuck to the black cloth, leaving a small, inconspicuous light yellow stain on the clothes.

Adele pulled the dried candied fruit off her clothes and was about to leave when she felt someone pulling at the corner of her clothes.

She turned her head stiffly and saw Natalie's sleepy face. Her oval face still retained the afterglow of last night, making her look even more seductive.

"After the performance, are you leaving without even saying goodbye?"

Natalie slowly raised herself up, and the thick quilt slipped off her body, revealing her white skin. As the quilt was half lifted, a warm and wet smell came from her body and the bed, enveloping Adele like a quagmire, gently pulling her back into the depths.

Adele felt her lips getting dry, and she felt that it would be unforgivable for her to refuse the invitation.

After being stiff for a long time, she came back to her senses and said with difficulty:
"…I'm sorry, but, you know, this is just acting."

As soon as she finished saying this, Natalie immediately showed a relieved and pleased expression. "Looks like I don't need to remind you anymore."

"Witches generally don't choose 'Pleasure Witches' as their cosplay partners. The reasons are simple. First, not every male witch retains her original orientation. Second, every witch has unique expertise in similar areas. If they choose each other as partners, it is very likely that the boundary between cosplay and reality will be blurred."

"In simple terms, if two witches always treat each other as acting partners, they are very likely to remain obsessed with physical pleasures and continue to be obsessed with similar actions when they are promoted to a higher sequence."

At this point, Natalie's expression became serious:

"Because pleasure is a part of daily life for a Pleasure Witch, many witches tend to ignore this important point, which often leads to a loss of control."

"……I see."

Adele nodded. Natalie's reminder was indeed necessary. This was indeed something that was easily overlooked.

Apart from anything else, if a Sequence 7 "Werewolf" or Sequence 6 "Zombie" insisted on playing the role of its predecessor "Madman", various problems would definitely arise; but if a Sequence 5 "Witch of Pain" continued to indulge in physical pleasures, it didn't sound that serious.

In reality, however, both behaviors can easily lead to loss of control, and their impact in this regard is equally strong.

You can't let your own likes and dislikes affect your judgment of the nature of an object or behavior...

Adele warned herself secretly in her heart, but she heard Natalie speak again:
"Maybe it's because I'm older. I'm a light sleeper. I heard that you seemed to have woken up before and were planning to leave directly. Is it because you don't know how to face Leila and me?"

Adele stared at Natalie, and found that the older witch had a very calm expression and a sincere and earnest attitude, which made it difficult to make her say perfunctory or deceptive words.

"…Yes. Mainly, though, Leila."

Adele hesitated for a moment, but answered truthfully.

Natalie stretched, revealing her smooth and slender curves, which looked like a fine work of art under the sunlight shining in through the porthole.

Then she patted Adele on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"You don't have to worry about that. After all, it was my request that you do this. It was also my decision to let her sit in on the class. I will talk to her about it. However, I think you should have other things to consider."

"What are you talking about..." Adele asked subconsciously, but she quickly came to her senses and fell into deeper thought.

"That girl's name is Vinata, right? I've seen her a few times in the bar before."

Natalie said bluntly, "Although I am not qualified to say this as your temporary partner, you'd better give her an explanation."

"Don't talk about the need to act, the risk of losing control, or other such big principles... There is no logic when it comes to relationships."

(End of this chapter)