Mystery: The Witch of Desire

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Meanwhile, above the gray fog.

Having severed his connection with the Crimson Star, Klein watched as three figures disappeared into the majestic hall.

He looked again at the Russell diary that his lover had handed him, his expression a mixture of doubt and excitement.

As a traveler who has been away from his original world for a long time, he also has a special feeling for his fellow villagers.

However, in this dangerous world, everything could be a trap.

Could it be that some organization has cracked the method of deciphering Russell's diary and is plotting to hunt down time travelers?

Moreover, the safe left by this time traveler is also in Tingen. Isn't that too much of a coincidence?

"Let's try the Kingdom Commercial Bank... but we need to deal with that instigator named Tris first. I didn't expect him to have other plans before the Clover disaster..."

He sat quietly at the head of the bronze table until his spirituality was exhausted.

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No. 36, Tieshizi Street.

Liviel stealthily entered the villa. After observing the surroundings and confirming that no one had entered yet, she felt slightly relieved, thinking that Mr. Fool shouldn't be arriving so quickly.

She also placed many mirrors in the room and set up spiritual patterns on them to serve as a warning when someone approached. This was something she had learned from the two witches, Luna Bell and Lady Sharon.

After doing all this, she went to a three-story building not far from Villa No. 36 and rented a room on the third floor facing the street. From this location, she could clearly observe the activities of Villa No. 36.

If someone enters the villa, she can observe them with her naked eye immediately, or she can sense them through the spiritual power of the mirror. However, if the other party is a deity, then these little tricks may not be very meaningful.

Next, suppressing her anxiety, Livre waited quietly in the room, watching the movements outside the window.

She minimized her eating and bathroom visits, simply waiting quietly, like a lurking beast waiting for its prey to come to it.

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Backlund.

The Hillavia Opera House in Queens was brightly lit and bustling with activity. The popular singer Dorothy had just finished her closing performance and stood gracefully in the center of the stage, slightly lifting her skirt and curtsying. Every gesture exuded captivating charm, instantly drawing cheers and thunderous applause from the audience.

After the curtain fell, she slowly retreated into her private dressing room, her vibrant stage presence gone, replaced by a gentle and alluring aura. An attendant, carrying a stack of letters, approached softly and spoke in a low voice:

"Miss Dorothy, this is a letter addressed to you."

Dorothy, her eyes languid, casually gave the order in a soft voice:

"Just leave it there."

As a popular singer, she always receives letters from all over the country, which she is already used to.

After removing her makeup, she leaned lazily against the soft velvet chair, picked up the stack of letters, and casually flipped through them.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she looked at a letter from Tingen.

Dorothy paused slightly, tore open the envelope, pulled out the letter inside, and began to read.

Her gaze swept over the words, a hint of amusement appearing in her eyes:

"The original followers... are becoming more and more interesting."

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Livre waited at Iron Cross Street for several days.

From night to day, and then from day to night, even Little White couldn't help but exclaim:

“Livia, I’ve discovered that you possess the talents of our snakes. Your patience is even greater than mine, though of course, my patience isn’t considered particularly good among our kind.”

Liviel just smiled faintly. She was about to chat with Xiaobai for a few words to relieve the fatigue of watching over him for days.

But then a hunched figure appeared in their line of sight.

It was already night, and there were few pedestrians on the street. The figure was extremely conspicuous, and Livre quickly spotted him:

The man was hunchbacked, dressed in tattered clothes, and looked to be about forty or fifty years old; he appeared to be a homeless person.

It turned out to be a false alarm...

Just as Livre was about to rub her swollen and sore eyes, she was shocked to find that the homeless man was heading straight for the villa at number 36!

He stopped at the door, looked at the door number, and after confirming that it was correct, looked around and then pushed the door open to go inside.

Liviel watched in astonishment: This is Mr. Fool? This appearance is so different from that of a mysterious god... No, not necessarily, he is more likely a thief trying to break into a house.

Liviel had locked the door to prevent thieves from entering Villa No. 36. This level of lock would certainly not be a problem for a strong person, but ordinary thieves would have no chance of getting in.

However, under Livre's gaze, the homeless man rummaged in his pocket for a while and actually pulled out a key.

He awkwardly shoved the key into the lock, and after a few fiddlings, he clicked the lock open.

Livre was suddenly startled: This is a police master key?

Without a doubt, an ordinary homeless person could not possibly have a master key. This homeless person is either an extraordinary individual in disguise or someone sent by someone else to scout the way.

Livre quickly looked around, searching for anyone who might be hiding in the shadows, but found nothing.

She fell into deep thought. This was quite different from what she had expected. Why would Mr. Fool do this? He was a god, after all.

In Livre's mind, Mr. Fool had a hundred ways to get to this villa. For example, a faint pillar of light could descend from the sky, and his figure could fall from the pillar and slowly appear in the villa; or Mr. Fool could casually snap his fingers, causing a spatial ripple, and he could enter the villa; or he could simply use a stealthy method that wouldn't attract anyone's attention to enter the villa directly...

Instead of doing what we're doing now, pretending to be a homeless person, or sending a homeless person to scout ahead.

This does not fit the image of a deity.

Livre couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that Mr. Fool wasn't actually that strong? Perhaps he was just a demigod, or some mid-series extraordinary being who possessed special abilities?

About ten minutes later, the homeless man came out of the villa. He hadn't found anything, but his pockets were a little fuller.

He took out the master key again, locked the door, and left in the direction he had come from.

After a slight hesitation, Livre took out a large bag of silver powder.

This was mercury powder that she had asked Hugh to buy at the Dragon's Bar for 25 pounds. Although it wasn't as spiritually potent as the powder she got from Bright, it was plentiful.

Livre sprinkled a large handful of powder all over herself, more than Bright's entire packet.

Then, using the powder's spiritual properties, she raised her hand and wiped it across her face, her figure gradually disappearing, activating the most perfect invisibility in history.

She leaped lightly from the windowsill like a cat and followed the homeless man at a distance.

The homeless man walked about a kilometer and entered a bar. He sat at the bar, generously took out three pennies, ordered a cheap liquor, and then slowly savored it by himself.

If he knew that a stunningly beautiful lady was sitting quietly beside him watching him drink, he would probably enjoy his drink even more.

After a moment, a middle-aged man poked his head out of the back door and waved to the homeless man.

The homeless man reluctantly put down his strong liquor and followed the middle-aged man through the back door.

Is this the Fool?

Liviel had some doubts. If he were a high-sequence powerhouse, he would have already discovered her invisibility by now. But he ignored her. Did he not see her, or did he not care?

Livre hesitated for a moment, then placed a mirror at the bar entrance and followed the two upstairs to a room. The middle-aged man solemnly closed the doors and windows, even drawing the curtains tightly. The homeless man frowned, unconsciously clutching his tattered clothes, wondering if the man had some kind of unusual fetish.

Chapter 147 The Fool, Sequence 9

After drawing the curtains, the man sat down with a sense of relief and said:

"Alright, now it's just the two of us."

Me too, I'm here too.

Liviel chuckled inwardly, thinking that if this really was Mr. Fool, it would be quite surprising. He probably wasn't even a mid-sequence extraordinary being; at most, he was a low-sequence extraordinary being, or even just an ordinary person.

The middle-aged man laid out paper and pen and asked:

"Tell me, what did you see at that villa?"

The homeless man recalled:

"The furniture is decent, but the room is dusty, so it looks like no one has lived here for a while. I didn't see anyone, and there's nothing of value."

"that's it?"

The middle-aged man confirmed it again, and after the homeless man nodded in confirmation, he wrote down what the homeless man said on a piece of paper and took out a 5-sol note and handed it to him.

The homeless man left the room happily, while the middle-aged man put the paper with the information on it into an envelope and then went out.

Livre was taken aback: Is this another nested doll? This Mr. Fool may not be that powerful, but he is definitely cautious enough.

She continued to follow the middle-aged man discreetly, replenishing her spiritual powder once more and then performing a divination to confirm that continuing the pursuit was not too dangerous. Since the other party was a very cautious person, she naturally had to deal with him with caution as well.

It was already past midnight, and the public carriages had stopped running. The middle-aged man was unlucky and didn't manage to find a taxi. So he just kept walking for more than an hour, from Iron Cross Street to Zotland Street.

Livre frowned: Zotland Street? Mr. Fool lives right under the Night Watch's nose? Isn't he afraid the Night Watch will arrest him, the cult leader?

The middle-aged man continued walking after entering Zotland Street, but the further he went, the more uneasy Lively felt:

He's almost at 36 Zotland Street!

When he stopped in his tracks at the two-story building of the Blackthorn Security Company, Livre was completely stunned:

Is the Fool the Night Watchman?

Or perhaps the Fool was arrested by the Night Watch, his forged diary was confiscated, and under torture, he was forced to translate the diary for the Night Watch?

However, if it were the night watchman making the move, he could have simply led a team to arrest the person. Why take this roundabout approach and use two informants to gather information?

Just as Livia was wondering, the middle-aged man entered the Blackthorn Security Company, and a little while later, he came out again, humming a little tune, and walked back the way he came with light steps.

Livre's heart sank.

She didn't have the guts to infiltrate Blackthorn Company to investigate.

They must have had the guts to arrest this middle-aged man who was a psychic.

Once the middle-aged man had left Zotland Street, she chose a moment when no one was around, emerged from the shadows behind him, and delivered a karate chop to the back of his neck. Then she dragged him into an alley.

Livre laid the man flat on the ground, took out a mirror, solemnly sprinkled a handful of spiritual powder, and activated the psychic communication.

In the illusory and blurry world, Liviel looked at the man's dazed spirit and asked:

"Who told you to do this?"

The man stammered:

"He was a young man of medium height, and he covered his face."

That's way too cautious...

Livre softened her tone and began to coax:

"Relax, relax, imagine you are in an upscale Intis restaurant, and the waiters are playing soothing music..."

Upon hearing this, the man's body trembled slightly, and his dull eyes gradually regained some luster.

Livr continued to guide the man's imagination:

"And then, the person who commissioned you sat right across from you..."

The man's eyes slowly changed; his pupils gradually dilated, becoming as large as a mirror that could reflect a person's image.

Liviel's deep gaze fell upon the mirror, where she saw the reflection of a man:

He was about 1.7 meters tall, with black hair, dressed in a simple formal suit, and had a slender build. He wore a mask that covered most of his face, leaving only his brown pupils visible.

Livre was taken aback:

That build, those black hair and brown eyes... they seem somewhat familiar...

Immediately, the figure in the man's eyes overlapped with a figure in her mind:

Klein!?

Klein Moretti?

Did he commission this man to investigate the villa at 36 Iron Cross Street?

Livre fell into deep thought. The Klein she knew before was an ordinary, somewhat shy young man, but since she returned to Tingen, Klein had become very strange.

First, she was involved in a supernatural event, surviving the deaths of two other people involved. Then, she joined the Night Watch as an office worker, quickly becoming a diviner with the ability to combat abnormal states and retain memories while communicating through spirits...