Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Is Mrs. Sharon using aphrodisiacs as incense?

Liviel muttered a complaint to herself, paused for a few seconds, activated her spiritual vision, and looked around the room. Under the crimson moonlight, she saw that Mrs. Sharon's bedroom was decorated in a luxurious and magnificent manner.

Thick carpets, spacious rooms, velvet duvet covers, a table cluttered with various skincare and cosmetic products, jewels shimmering with different lusters, a half-open walk-in closet, light clothing and stockings casually tossed on a rocking chair, and numerous decorative items inlaid with gold thread—all these came into Liviel's view.

The most eye-catching thing in the room was an unfinished oil painting, depicting Mrs. Sharon naked. Her brown hair cascaded down her back, and her brown eyes, like those of a deer in the forest, were pure and moist. Yet, her arched eyebrows, upturned eyes, straight nose, and delicate lips also outlined the charm of a mature woman. The two were combined in a contradictory way, yet they exuded an amazing allure.

Below her neck, there was an even more alluring charm. Liviel only glanced at it and felt a surge of heat within her. She looked far more radiant than Fors. It was no wonder she was a witch; even the images she copied were so captivating.

After admiring the painting, her attention was drawn to the paint, plates, brushes, and a silver-plated full-length mirror next to it.

This combination, this arrangement, this spatial relationship gave her a strange idea: that the artist of this oil painting was Mrs. Sharon herself, rather than some painter she had seduced.

A woman with stunning looks, an outstanding figure, and a captivating yet innocent charm, stripping naked, admiring herself in the mirror, and recording her beauty... This scene felt rather strange... Wasn't Mrs. Sharon being a bit too narcissistic? Livre muttered silently, then looked away and began searching for any possible information.

After searching, aside from some of Mrs. Sharon's personal clothing, Livre found nothing of value.

At that moment, her gaze fell upon the safe in the corner of the room.

The iron-gray safe was a meter tall, thick and heavy, giving it an exceptionally sturdy feel; it seemed that even if you brought in explosives, you wouldn't be able to open it.

It truly has the characteristics of the steam age... It must contain extremely complex mechanical combinations...

Livre didn't even entertain the idea of ​​trying to pick the lock before decisively giving up. Without a key, it would be very difficult to open the safe by force.

After a moment's thought, she took out a mirror and performed a divination:

"Where is the key to this safe..."

After the mirror surface changed, an image appeared:

That was Mrs. Sharon, who was swirling a glass of red wine. In her hand, she held a small silver key and slowly inserted it into the safest place.

……

Well, it seems we won't get the key unless we win over Mrs. Sharon.

Liviel was slightly disappointed, but then she suddenly remembered another feasible method:

Have Fors open the door to the safe!

The safe was about a meter square, and with some effort, Forsnu was able to squeeze inside.

Livre made a mental note of this and left Mrs. Sharon's bedroom. Following the same procedure, she quietly searched the study, living room, sunroom, and other places, but failed to find any useful or valuable clues.

Left with no other option, Livre went down to the first-floor living room to continue her investigation, but this was where Mrs. Sharon entertained her guests, so there was no way she could find any important clues there. Apart from some traces that seemed to have been left by Mrs. Sharon and her lover, Livre didn't find anything of value.

Could it be that all of Mrs. Sharon's secrets are hidden in that safe?

After a moment's thought, Livre took out the mirror again to perform divination:

Mrs. Sharon's house has hidden compartments or basements.

The mirror surface shifted, revealing a blurry reflection:

It was a cabinet with a dressing mirror, and inside the cabinet, there was a wooden rod that looked like a handle.

Liviel was delighted, recalling that she had seen this cabinet in the living room on the second floor. She quietly returned to the second floor, found the cabinet, and stared hesitantly at the dressing mirror on it.

She activated her spiritual vision and examined it carefully. Sure enough, the dressing mirror was covered with fine patterns, which looked like some kind of early warning system.

After a moment's thought, Liviel took out the puppet doll she had obtained from Luna Bell.

This magical item that can manipulate puppets could potentially bring her the karma of her enemies, so Livre has always avoided using it.

Now, she took out the puppet doll and released colorless, transparent spiritual threads.

The spiritual threads slowly wrapped around the dressing mirror. Under Livre's spiritual gaze, she saw the patterns on the mirror's surface ripple and change, with the spiritual energy rapidly flowing along the patterns, as if to complete some kind of ritual.

Liviel swiftly manipulated the spiritual thread, flicking it across the patterns, blocking the spreading spiritual energy like a sharp blade. The mirror surface flashed with a few cold lights before falling silent.

Livre carefully opened the cabinet door, groped around inside, and found the wooden handle in the compartment.

She gently pulled the handle, and the sound of mechanical gears meshing rang out. The wooden board behind the cabinet slowly pushed open, revealing a passageway for one person to pass through.

After Liviel crawled into the cabinet, she retracted her spiritual threads, and the warning patterns on the dressing mirror resumed functioning, but she didn't notice that the intruder had already sneaked inside.

Liviel carefully stepped into the passage, feeling the dampness all around her. The long stone steps wound downwards, deep and bottomless, as if reaching the depths of the earth.

She took out her silver mirror and focused on divination, softly asking where the end of the stairs led.

She took out a mirror to perform divination:

Where do these stairs lead?

The mirrored surface shifted and changed rapidly, reflecting a cold and dark basement. Various gruesome instruments of torture stood within, creating a suffocating and terrifying atmosphere. In one corner, a woman was firmly nailed to a cross, her body covered in wounds, clearly having endured countless forms of torture. Her long, black hair fell down, obscuring her face.

Livre was startled: Mrs. Sharon had imprisoned a woman? Who could it be?

She walked slowly down the long staircase, climbing nearly a hundred steps before finally reaching a rusty iron gate. The gate wasn't fully closed, leaving a crack. Livre reached out and gently pushed it open, the dull creaking sound particularly jarring in the empty space.

Stepping into this underground chamber, reflected in mirrors, a bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped her, making it even more gloomy and eerie than the outside world. Her gaze passed over the various instruments of torture arranged on the floor, landing directly in a corner of the basement, where she clearly saw a cold cross and a woman tightly bound to it.

Livre swallowed hard and slowly walked over. As if hearing the footsteps, the woman trembled, touching her wound and letting out a painful groan.

Livre walked up to her, took a deep breath, and lifted her drooping black hair to see her pale face.

Chapter 143 Chick's Favored Ones

Miss Cynthia!

Her heart skipped a beat. This woman was none other than Ms. B from the mutual aid society, Miss Cynthia, who had provided her with much help!

Cynthia weakly raised her head and saw Livre's face clearly. A cold smile appeared on her bloodless lips:

"Another witch..."

This simple act of looking up seemed to have exhausted her strength, and her head drooped limply again, only her lips still murmuring out sounds:

"Kill me."

“I won’t say anything. You can communicate with my corpse directly.”

Livre felt heavy-hearted, recalling Ms. B's former lively spirit. She never imagined that Ms. B would fall to such a state, which made her feel very sorry for her.

She reached out and gently brushed against the magic-resistant golden shackles binding Ms. B's hands. Tough spider silk emerged from her fingertips, wrapping around the shackles, and then she slowly tightened them. Under the powerful pressure of the spider silk, dense cracks slowly appeared on the metal shackles, and then they snapped.

Ms. B suddenly lost her balance and fell from the cross, landing in Livre's arms.

She looked up in surprise, gazing at Livre's stunningly beautiful face, and asked in a barely audible voice:

"Why...did you save me?"

Livre said softly:

"Don't speak yet, conserve your strength. Let's retreat to a safe place first. Mrs. Sharon may return at any time."

Just then.

At Baron Hoy's party, the third dance was coming to an end.

Fors leaned against the railing of the second-floor terrace, looking down at the scene in the banquet hall below, her gaze fixed on the figure in the center of the crowd.

Bathed in the warm glow of the lamplight, Lady Sharon nestled in Baron Hoy's arms, twirling and dancing. Her movements were light and graceful, her skirt flowing and swirling with each step, every movement exuding a natural elegance. Her slender body rose and fell gently to the rhythm, her soft breaths lingering in the air, her eyes radiating captivating charm, every gesture alluring, easily capturing the attention of everyone present, leaving them mesmerized and unable to look away.

After the dance ended, she gracefully bowed to the audience like an actress, parted ways with Baron Hoy, and headed towards the guest room area.

A short while later, Baron Hoy also left the public eye and headed towards the guest rooms at the other end. He claimed he had some urgent business to attend to and temporarily handed over the reins of the party to his wife.

However, the observant Fors noticed that after going up the stairs, Baron Hoy turned in a circle, which coincided with the route by which Lady Sharon had disappeared!

With her keen senses as a writer, she sensed the strong scent of gossip. She flashed across the terrace, immediately turned into the corridor on the second floor, and then used her ability to open doors on the wall to travel to the other side of the corridor.

She pressed her body against the wall, waiting quietly. A few seconds later, Baron Hoy walked over according to the planned route and stopped in front of a guest room. He looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, gently knocked on the door.

A few seconds later, the door opened a crack, and a fair arm wrapped with a patterned ribbon reached out, grabbed Baron Hoy's bow tie, and pulled him inside. Then, the door closed tightly, and the sounds of passionate kissing filled the room.

Fors's eyes widened, her intense curiosity finally bursting forth. That patterned ribbon was exactly the same style that Mrs. Sharon had worn that evening! Mrs. Sharon had actually been with her stepson!

She quickly activated her door-opening ability, making her way to the room next to the guest room, and pressed her ear against the wall to listen carefully. Sure enough, the sounds coming from next door did not disappoint her.

Fors listened, her cheeks slightly flushed, while pondering how to use this situation. Should she pass this news on to the newspapers? No, Mrs. Sharon already had enough similar scandals; without conclusive evidence like photographs, it wouldn't cause any sensation.

Threaten her with this? Madam, you don't want others to know about your affair with your stepson, do you? Hmm, Madam Sharon probably wouldn't be afraid of such a threat at all; she'd just give me a Frost and Black Flame combo in return.

Just as Fors was in distress, several white threads quietly pierced through the wall and slowly climbed up from her calves.

Fors felt an itch in her lower limbs, like being bitten by mosquitoes. She glanced down in confusion and was horrified to find several threads surging up wildly, binding her body in the blink of an eye, and then tightening them hard, fixing her to the wall.

Fors reacted quickly. She swiftly activated the magician's escape trick, her body going limp, and before the spider silk could fully tighten, she slipped out like a shadow through the gaps in the silk.

Knowing she had been exposed, she ran towards the other wall without looking back as soon as she got away, using her door-opening ability to pass through.

As Fors passed through several walls and breathed a slight sigh of relief, a mirror beside her suddenly emitted an eerie, cold light. The next second, the mirror shattered, revealing Mrs. Sharon's fair body, her beautiful face flushed, whether from excitement or anger, it was unclear.

"Miss Apprentice, where are your sisters?"

Mrs. Sharon spoke, her voice still alluring, but now carrying a seductive quality that made one want to succumb. Fors was momentarily stunned and almost blurted out Livre's whereabouts.

However, because Livia often instigated her during conversations, coaxing her into doing embarrassing things, Fors had developed a strong resistance to instigation. She quickly came to her senses and strode straight to the wall facing the hall.

Her spiritual energy was only enough to open the door once more. If she continued to wander into the guest room next door, she would only be caught by Mrs. Sharon because her spiritual energy was exhausted.

If her figure were exposed to the public eye, it would be troublesome, but Mrs. Sharon certainly wouldn't attack her in front of so many powerful people. She was a witch, and she was also afraid of her identity being exposed.

The walls surged, revealing a passageway.

Fors leaned forward, desperately reaching out and touching the passage!

Her body shifted and she disappeared outside the wall.

However, the scene outside the wall startled her: there were no noisy guests, but only a vast expanse of white silk threads.

Mrs. Sharon used spider silk to create a huge cocoon, covering the entire wall and trapping Fors inside!

The next second, she herself entered the cocoon, her pure white body blending seamlessly with the white silk threads, making her look somewhat dazzling.

Mrs. Sharon approached Fors slowly, her alluring voice carrying an irresistible charm:

"Now, can we have a proper talk?"

Fors trembled uncontrollably, a profound fear surging within him.

The spider silk seemed to come alive, climbing up her ankles and continuing to spread upwards, soon binding her entire body.

She quickly assessed her magic abilities; most of them were for performance purposes and had limited effectiveness in combat…

No, there's one more trick that might be useful!

Fors snapped his fingers, the airflow between his fingertips rubbing together rapidly, aimed at Mrs. Sharon.

Bang! A huge sound, like a gunshot, rang out and instantly spread through the silk threads in all directions.

"Air gun?"

Mrs. Sharon dodged in surprise, only to find that there was no impact force, just a loud bang.

Fors snapped his fingers repeatedly, and a series of thunderous booms rang out. This was one of the magician's tricks, the 'Loud Roar Trick,' which could create a huge sound out of thin air, comparable to a violent explosion, but without any power.

At that moment, the loud noise had a surprising effect. The guests in the banquet hall and on the second-floor terrace were all startled and turned to look at a wall on the second-floor terrace, where there was nothing but a continuous stream of loud noises.

The next second, as if an invisible cloak had been torn apart, the invisibility that Mrs. Sharon had cast on the cocoon was shattered by the sound waves of the explosion, and the huge spider silk cocoon was exposed to everyone's view.

What's this!?

Outside the cocoon, the guests looked bewildered, while inside, Mrs. Sharon was furious.

A chilling frost rose from her fingertips, but her voice was colder than that frost:

"I didn't intend to kill you, but you've successfully enraged me."

Outside Villa No. 43, Hugh, who was monitoring the situation inside, heard a huge explosion.

She paused for a moment, then immediately strode into the villa.

At the same time, she grabbed the mirror in her pocket and crushed it.

As Livre was helping Ms. B climb the stairs, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine as she sensed the mirror shattering.

Hugh broke the mirror? Something's up.

She put Ms. B down, and her figure vanished like a snowflake.

The next second, the mirror shards in Hugh's pocket emitted a dazzling light, and Livre's figure reappeared beside Hugh, asking with a serious expression:

"what happened?"

Xiu said eagerly: