American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 251 Lilith's New Request

Upon arriving at Jennifer's room, Jennifer quickly switched to Lilith.

"Young master, I have a new request to make!"

Having been called "master" so many times, Roy had gotten somewhat used to it.

"whats the matter?"

"I need a new body."

Roy looked at Lilith with some confusion.

"What? Aren't you going to go to your daughter and get your body back?"

Roy was unaware that Lilith had found her daughter and that her body had been merged with Ophelia's and could not be retrieved.

"It is precisely because I want to get my own body back that I need a temporary body to find Ophelia, so that it will be easier for me to move around. Otherwise, if she keeps hiding from me like this, wouldn't I never be able to find her?"

Lilith lied.

Roy didn't know why Lilith was suddenly in such a hurry, but it was a good thing to be able to get Lilith out of Jennifer's body.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I need to find someone to create a body that can contain my soul!"

Production?

This word surprised Roy.

"Didn't you want to find a new person to possess?"

Lilith smiled alluringly.

"Even if I were to possess another body, I might not be able to find one that is more suitable than Jennifer's. It would be better to have a body custom-made that is the most suitable for me."

That's a valid point of view, but the real question is how to create the new body.

"Do you have a way to create a new body?"

“That’s the problem! I know there are several ways to create a body, but those are from my time. I don’t know if anyone has passed down these techniques.”

Upon hearing this, Roy understood what Lilith meant.

"Do you want me to help you find the inheritors of these skills?"

"Yes, I think my little master will definitely have a way!"

Lilith started rubbing against Roy.

"Okay, stop rubbing against me! I'll try to figure something out!"

If they keep rubbing against each other, something bad will happen. Roy isn't exactly a man of strong will.

"I knew my little master was the best!"

Lilith hugged Roy and tried to give him a kiss, but Roy pinched the water balloon, preventing her from succeeding.

"Heh! You think you can just brush me off with a few words? You haven't even mentioned your payment yet!"

Lilith blushed, then whispered something in Roy's ear that immediately shocked him.

Is it even possible to play like this?
"Young master, are you satisfied now?"

"It's so-so! Tell me what skills you need, and I'll see if I can find them."

The best method, of course, is human transmutation, using alchemy to create a perfect body out of thin air. If suitable materials are available, it is even possible to replicate Lilith's body one-to-one, similar to cloning.

Given the advanced technology in this world, it's quite possible that they could actually clone Lilith's original body.

Unfortunately, Roy didn't have the technology, and he didn't trust companies that might have it, such as Amacham.

However, alchemy has long been lost in this world; at least Emma didn't take any related courses in the Witches' Guild.

Well, since Emma was going to stay at the witch school, Roy simply bought her a cell phone so she could stay in touch.

Emma would occasionally text Roy to vent, some of which were about her studies, and Roy could also learn about the latest developments at the witch school through these texts.

In addition, three little witches from the Apocalypse Society would also frequently send harassing messages, practically treating Roy like a personal emotional radio station.

Madison, in particular, sent several times more harassing messages than the other two girls, and would also frequently send random selfies to their email address.

That's absolutely outrageous! If you're so capable, why don't you stop just posting pictures?!
Cough!

If alchemy fails, other methods must be tried. For example, the Celtic Druids possess a method for creating elemental bodies, but this sect has always preferred seclusion, and no one knows whether the sect has survived.

Also, the witches have some special methods for creating bodies, which Roy needs to learn about from the Witches' Union.

The worst method, of course, is the Voodoo practice of stitching corpses together, which involves sewing together the best parts of various corpses to forcibly create a body.

However, this stitched corpse is extremely unstable, and because it is an undead creature, it causes a lot of trouble.

For example, it is prone to rotting, has an unpleasant smell, and can easily be burned by a passing angel with holy fire.

Therefore, Lilith would rather remain in Jennifer's body than use a stitched corpse as a new body.

"Alright then, I was just about to contact the Witches' Union, I'll ask them for you while I'm at it."

Roy did indeed need to contact the Witches' Union, but it was the three junior witches from the Apocalypse Society. After all, he had finally found Carrie's whereabouts and definitely needed to tell them.

"Roy, are you telling the truth?"

Madison was the one speaking. This girl was always the mouthpiece of the Apocalypse Society. Maria preferred to come up with some crooked ideas from the side, while Zoe would pull them back when they got a little off track.

"It's almost certain! I'm already preparing to go to Maine."

There were some strange noises coming from the other end of the phone; it seemed that the three witches were getting a little too excited, which caused them to bump into each other.

"Roy, we want to go find Carrie too!"

It was Zoe who spoke; this girl was unusually proactive.

"Yes, Carrie saved us last time, and this time it's our turn to save Carrie!"

Maria chimed in, and the three girls were remarkably in agreement.

Perhaps this is what pure friendship is all about.

"This—are you able to get out?"

Bringing three witches along isn't a big deal, since apart from Zoe's relatively weak abilities, Madison and Maria are quite strong.

This trip to New Centellaria will likely involve encountering a large number of cult members, so bringing a few helpers along will provide some protection.

The problem is that little witches cannot leave witch school before graduating, and the school sometimes feels like a prison, with the little witches like prisoners.

"Roy, I'll go and persuade Professor Mortel now. If that doesn't work, we'll just sneak out!"

Madison's plan made Roy's face darken; who knew what trouble this would cause.

"Stop! Don't even think about it! If you dare to run away, don't ever see me again!"

This was the worst possible punishment for the three little witches of the Apocalypse Society; their mouths immediately pursed.

Zoe's helpless voice came through the phone.

"Roy, what else can we do?"

Roy pondered for a moment before making a decision.

"Let me call Ms. Snow and maybe I can get her to allow you to participate in this operation."

Upon hearing this, Madison on the other end of the phone sounded very excited.

"Really? Roy, you're so amazing! MUA! MUA! MUA!"

"Damn it! It's my turn, Madison! MUA!"

"Me too! Me too! MUA! MUA!" For a moment, the sound of water kept coming from the other end of the phone, leaving Roy speechless.

This is understandable, though. The three witches of the Apocalypse Society are at the prime of their youth, their minds filled with romance, and they naturally miss Roy terribly after not seeing him for a month.

This behavior was a bit out of line. Zoe and Maria shouldn't have been like this. Both ladies were led astray by Madison.

After hanging up, Roy immediately dialed Mortel Snow's number, which he had obtained after leaving New York.

Currently, Mortel Snow is the principal of the witch school, the chairperson of the witch council, and temporarily co-manages the Witch Union with the federal government.

"Hello, this is Mortel Snow."

A weak, aged female voice came from the other end of the phone, indicating that Mortel's health had not improved after a month.

“Ms. Snow, I am Roy Black.”

"Oh, it's Mr. Blake. May I ask what brings you here?"

Roy relayed the demands of the three young witches of the Apocalypse, and Mortel remained silent.

"Mr. Black, this is impossible! The Witches' Union cannot afford any more losses!"

“Ms. Snow, please hear my reasoning. If you truly care about Madison and Maria, you shouldn’t have kept them locked up in the witch school. Flowers in a greenhouse can’t withstand the storms of life, and you can’t protect them forever.”

Mortel fell silent again, clearly moved by Roy's words.

“Well, Mr. Blake, you make a very good point, but I will have people protect them secretly. I hope you can understand.”

Roy could certainly understand.

“I understand. I won’t tell Madison and the others about the secret protection.”

After hanging up the phone, Roy then told the little witch from the Apocalypse Society the news.

"Great, Roy! Let's leave tonight!"

Roy felt that Madison seemed a little too excited, probably because she had been locked up in the witch school for too long, so Roy had to pour cold water on them.

"Don't do anything rash! You must wait for me to get there."

"Okay, we know! We definitely won't do anything reckless!"

Maria's hasty promise left Roy feeling uncertain, and all he could do was rush to Maine that very night.

However, because of the plane crash, Roy developed a strong aversion to flying, and he also felt that death was watching him, so flying might cause another crash.

Maine is located in the northeast corner of America, almost diagonally opposite Texas, which means that even if Roy drove his Bumblebee day and night, it would take a long time to reach New Centrelia.

The three little witches arrived in New Centrelia that very night.

"Madison, is it inappropriate for us to be dressed like this?"

On the outskirts of New Centella, Zoe looked at Madison with a hesitant expression.

The three women were now dressed in black cloaks and black pointed hats, practically screaming "I am a witch" on their faces.

"Tch! What do you know? We dress like this to mislead those cultists. They're bound to be suspicious of us because we're so conspicuous! Besides, our Apocalypse Society should have a uniform too!"

Madison's confident arguments left Maria speechless.

"Destroy it, I'm tired, hurry up." (JPG)
Maria felt she was being bewitched by Madison; going out dressed like that must have been a stupid thing to do.

What's done is done, and Zoe didn't want to dwell on it anymore.

What do we do next?

Zoe looked at Madison, the idea king of the Apocalypse Society.

"Hmm—it's so late today, let's find a hotel nearby for the night and start the investigation tomorrow."

Zoe and Maria nodded to each other.

Fortunately, there was a motel nearby, so the three of them decided to spend the night there.

"Boss, one room!"

The motel owner looked at Madison strangely. He felt that the girl looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

Yes, Madison was a famous child star, but he hasn't appeared in public for several years, which is why the boss felt he looked familiar but couldn't quite place him.

"The three of you want one room?"

"Hmm! Do you have any objections?"

The boss muttered to himself, "It's too strange for three girls to share a room. Could they be lesbians?"

However, since there was business to be had, the owner still gave Madison the room key.

At this moment, Zoe hesitated for a moment and asked the boss a question.

"Boss, do you know a place called Silent Hill?"

The boss's eyes flickered, revealing a surprised expression.

Silent Hill? What kind of place is that?

This guy thought he had covered it up well, but the observant Zoe and Maria still noticed the problem, though she didn't say anything.

Madison acted as if nothing had happened, took the key, and led Zoe and Maria to their room.

Upon entering the room, the cautious Maria began to search it.

"Maria, what are you doing?"

Zoe looked at Maria with surprise.

"I saw a news report before that some hotels were being secretly equipped with pinhole cameras, with motels being the worst offenders!"

Upon hearing this, Zoe was also taken aback.

"I think I've seen this news before. We definitely need to be careful!"

No girl likes being photographed without her consent, though Madison might be a little different.

The three girls worked together, carefully checking the room several times to make sure there were no problems before they started chatting.

"Madison, I have a feeling there's something wrong with that hotel owner!"

Zoe looked at Maria.

Do you feel the same way?

Madison looked at the two of them strangely.

"Something's wrong? I don't feel anything."

"Madison, I'm sure that guy's eyes flickered when Zoe mentioned Silent Hill!"

"Yeah!"

Since both Maria and Zoe said so, Madison had no choice but to believe them.

"Could that guy know something and is deliberately hiding it?"

“I remember Roy mentioning that many residents of New Centrelia moved here from Silent Hill. Could this hotel owner be one of them?”

Zoe offered a guess.

Madison recalled that the hotel owner was around forty years old, or about twenty if he had moved from Silent Hill.

"It seems like that's really possible! Zoe, Maria, shall we investigate this motel owner tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Zoe hesitated.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Roy told us not to act rashly and to wait until he arrives."

Another picture of Maria
(End of this chapter)