Mystery: A Spark

Besides, running away won't solve the problem.

So she wanted revenge, revenge against the royal family and the witch cult that had previously manipulated her and Edsack as puppets behind the scenes, and to make them pay the price.

Yes, Triss is not a good person; her hands are stained with the blood of innocent people.

Therefore, her revenge was not a righteous punishment of evil, but simply the resistance of one evil person against another group of evil people.

Or to be more precise, it's just dogs fighting... A sarcastic smile appeared on Triss's lips.

Suddenly, she felt dizzy.

When her vision returned to normal, she found herself miraculously out of the public carriage and standing beside a muddy road in the suburbs.

Triss's pupils contracted rapidly as she warily surveyed her surroundings.

Then she saw a figure wearing a classical robe and a black hood, and noticed the dark eyes hidden in the shadows.

For some reason, Triss seemed to have returned to infancy, so weak that she had no power to resist.

Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, her legs trembled violently, but she was unable to move.

Just as Triss was beginning to feel a deep sense of despair and fear, she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder and then heard a familiar, somewhat childish voice.

"Oh! Dear Mr. Witch, you actually survived!"

As soon as Arthas emerged from the spirit world, he made a sarcastic remark to Triss.

However, the next second, it saw the figure wearing a hooded robe standing next to it.

"Uh, well, I've come to the wrong place. Sorry to bother you." Arthas sensed something was wrong and turned to leave.

But its figure quickly froze, because it saw the figure in the hooded robe raise its hand and reach out towards it.

"Gulp!" Arthas didn't dare to move, and could only swallow silently, cursing his bad luck today, that he had to run into such a terrifying being.

Just as Arthas was bowing his head and stiffly waiting for the mysterious being to deal with him, he suddenly felt his ear being pinched.

?

A question mark involuntarily appeared above Arthas's head.

Before it could react, it saw a flash of eerie blue light, and the sapphire ring on Triss's left little finger had shattered into pieces, losing all its luster.

Crack, crack, crack—the fragments of the ring and gemstone fell one after another.

Arthas looked up again, but the terrifying figure was gone, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

It and Triss looked at each other, speechless.

"Your Excellency, do you... know that being?" Triss asked after a few seconds of silence.

Still somewhat bewildered, Arthas, upon hearing this question, immediately adopted a profound and enigmatic demeanor, and said:

"This is not something you should know right now, because the waters here are too deep for you to handle."

Triss opened her mouth, but finally lowered her head and said:

"Yes, Your Excellency, I have overstepped my bounds."

"Well, after this ordeal, I think you've learned your lesson, Mr. Witch." Arthas tried to make his voice sound authoritative, but his childish voice still sounded out of place.

But Triss didn't care about that, because in her mind, the little white dog on her shoulder was incredibly mysterious.

“Your Excellency, I… have indeed come to my senses, but what I want to know is, what exactly do you want me to do?” Triss looked up at the little white dog on her shoulder and asked.

Arthas jumped onto a large rock nearby, looking down at Triss and said:

"After escaping danger, you didn't choose to hide, but returned to Backlund. So you must be planning something, right, Mr. Witch?"

“Yes.” Triss nodded.

“So now the question is quite simple,” Arthas said, squatting down on the large rock. “Are you willing to accept a new job?”

"Is this new job something you're driving?" Triss asked, pursing her lips.

Arthas chuckled and said:

“Mr. Witch, you should understand that we have the same goal.”

Triss was silent for a moment, then she asked:

"Your Excellency, what I want to do cannot be hidden from you, but what I want to know is, what is your ultimate goal, or rather, the goal of the force behind you?"

"All you need to know is that at a certain stage, our goals align with yours. As for our ultimate objective, that depends on whether you can become one of our companions," Arthas replied calmly.

“I understand,” Triss breathed a sigh of relief. “I am willing to serve you.”

“Then, Mr. Witch, I will give you a new name, Garona,” Arthas said, unsurprised.

"A new name?" Triss frowned.

After the witch cult changed her name, she became extremely sensitive to such things.

“Ah, don’t worry, Ms. Witch, Garona isn’t like Chick, the name of some hidden being. It’s just a title,” Arthas explained with a smile, seeing through Triss’s thoughts.

"Title? What does the title Garona mean?" Triss asked, puzzled.

Arthas grinned, revealing a meaningful smile, and said:

The meaning of this title is,

"The regicide."

Chapter 223 A Deceptive Scheme and 0-08's New Master

Inside the Red Rose Manor.

Prince Edsack sat by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at the withered and desolate golf course outside, and the horses strolling around, his eyes held a deep sense of nostalgia.

Not long ago, he could still see his friend Talim Dumont here, teaching the detective Moriarty how to ride a horse.

But now, Edsack's life is coming to an end.

Such is the impermanence of life.

"Your Highness, please hurry." A voice sounded beside him.

Edsack closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his gaze was calm and lifeless.

He took a breath, picked up the revolver on the table, and pressed it against his temple. Inside was a bullet capable of annihilating spirits.

I wonder if you managed to escape. If you did, go far away and never come back... What a tragic fate, like a caged bird. You're absolutely right... A beautiful face flashed through Edsack's mind.

He then pulled the trigger.

boom!

……

A sneeze!

Klein wandered through roadless cliffs and forests, sadly discovering that he seemed to be truly ill.

The residual effects of Mr. A's extraordinary abilities, combined with his soaking wet state in winter, caused him to shamefully catch a cold.

However, he dared not stop to gather dry branches to light a fire and dry his clothes and banknotes, for he was afraid of being found by the extraordinary ones of the church.

Although he had become an informant for "Mechanical Heart," he also had Arthur, a friend with a church background.

However, this matter is too big and too serious, involving the two evil gods, "The True Creator" and "The Primordial Witch," so the informant's identity certainly won't be of much use.

Arthur might not be able to protect him either, unless he is the head of a church.

But it's clear he isn't.

Moreover, Klein had just summoned Mr. Azik, the descendant of death, to save his life during the crisis, which is another big problem.

So it's better to avoid trouble. If you have to run, you should run. Anyway, Klein was planning to leave Backlund for the sea anyway.

"Well, if I have the chance, I can write to 'The Heart of the Machine' and explain why I have to leave Backlund temporarily. That way, we might have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

"Of course, we must first know the attitude of the 'Mechanical Heart' towards the descendants of the Grim Reaper. We can ask Arthur about that."

"Heh, perhaps in the official announcement, Sherlock Moriarty died in a sudden fire. That would be living up to his name..." Klein murmured to himself with some emotion.

What was the biggest lesson he learned from this sudden crisis?

That means you can't just make promises you can't keep.

Klein used to think that setting a flag that would lead to trouble was a kind of mystical belief.

But after this experience, he realized that this was clearly a universal truth, just like the "it smells so good" principle.

To be fair, Klein was able to survive this time thanks to the flag he suddenly set earlier.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the master key and Azik's copper whistle off the gray fog out of caution.

If he didn't take these two items off and put them on his body, he would definitely be trapped in the sea of ​​fire and then be burned to death miserably.

Given Ince Zangwell's eagerness to silence him, Klein might have been burned to ashes.

Then all his resurrection abilities will be nonsense.

If the body is gone, what's the point of resurrecting it?

In this light, sometimes you still have to trust your intuition. Metaphysics isn't necessarily metaphysics... After all, the gray mist is clearly a high-ranking item in the diviner's path, and should possess some kind of power over destiny... Klein was somewhat glad that he had acted superstitiously back then.

He endured the alternating sensations of fever and cold, looked around, and tried to find a small town as soon as possible to join the crowd.

Only within human society can the Faceless Man's abilities be fully realized.

Just then, all the colors in his eyes suddenly became richer, as if they had been splashed with paint by a god.

The feeling was fleeting; Klein found himself far from where he had been and saw Azik Eggers, with his bronze skin and soft features, standing beside him.

“Mr. Azik, are you not hurt?” He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“It’s just a minor injury; it’s no big deal for an ‘undead’,” Azik said with a smile.

After "0-08" was eliminated and the "Law Master" was entangled by Sharon, all that remained was his one-on-one duel with Ince Zangwill.

That's right, Ince Zangwill alone took on Azik and the owner of the Time Worm on his body.

This is a one-on-one match.