Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Liviel felt things were gradually becoming clearer: during the time she was away from Tingen, Klein had transmigrated, taking the place of the ordinary original owner and becoming the transmigrator Klein, which then triggered a series of unusual events.

As for the gray mist at the Tarot Club, could it be some kind of cheat code he gained as a transmigrator? How wonderful! Why don't I have something like that, only this lunatic, Chick…

No wonder Mr. Fool was interested in the Antigonus family's notes; it turns out he lost them himself!

Livre suddenly felt as if the truth had come to light, but since it was such an important matter, she still had to be careful and decided to confirm it with Klein in person again.

Klein certainly didn't want the Night Watchers to know he was a time traveler, so he was supposed to be on duty at Blackthorn Company tonight to receive the middle-aged man's messages immediately. After his shift tomorrow, he would return home to Narcissus Street…

At this point, the psychic connection with the middle-aged man could no longer be maintained. After Livre persuaded him to forget everything, she ended the psychic connection and returned to the Lily Hotel on University Street.

Having not slept in a comfortable hotel bed for several days, she quickly washed up and slept soundly for several hours until the next morning.

Then, without even saying goodbye to Fors and the others, she went straight to the Klein family's house at No. 2 Narcissus Street, found a secluded spot, and began monitoring the surrounding area.

About half an hour later, Klein, looking somewhat tired, returned to his front door.

The dark circles under his eyes were clearly visible, indicating that he hadn't slept much all night.

"Are you so disappointed at not seeing any fellow transmigrators that you can't sleep, Klein?"

Livre waited patiently, somewhat amused. After a while, Melissa and another man, who was probably Klein's brother, also left No. 2 Narcissus Street, leaving Klein alone at home.

Livre looked around for a while, making sure no one else was secretly protecting Klein. Then, she began to think about how to present herself to Klein. She had appeared before Klein three times so far, twice in her current appearance, only slightly altered. The other time was as the mature and beautiful lady she had been during the divination.

After a moment's thought, Livre decided to adopt the image of a mature lady. After all, it would be wonderful for Klein to see the woman he had personally killed reappear before him.

She activated her invisibility ability, sneaked into Klein's bedroom, then transformed into Mrs. Lemerson, walked to Klein's bedside, and deactivated her invisibility.

Klein was lying in bed at the moment. His Protoss body was calm and composed, slightly pale, and showed signs of fatigue. He had already entered a hazy sleep state.

Liviel smiled slightly, no longer deliberately suppressing her aura.

A moment later, Klein, who was half asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and quickly turned his head, seeing a sexy and voluptuous figure standing by the bed.

"Mrs. Lemerson!"

He jumped up as if he were lying on a hot coal, reaching for the revolver under his pillow.

A strand of spider silk shot from Livre's fingertip, wrapped around Klein's hand, and prevented him from reaching for the gun.

"What, do you want to shoot me again?"

She said it with a hint of amusement, but her tone carried a touch of reproach.

Klein tried to struggle but found he couldn't break free from the sticky spider silk. He then gave up on getting the gun and stared straight at Livre, maintaining his composure, though fine beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

Since the shooting at the fortune-telling club, he had been secretly protected by two night watchmen for a week. Today was the first day that the surveillance and protection against him were lifted, and this woman came to his door directly. Was it a coincidence, or did she see through the night watchmen's arrangements?

With a tremor in his heart, Klein suppressed his doubts and calmly spoke:

"Madam, is there anything I can help you with?"

Livre simply smiled:

"It's nothing too important, it's just that the divination that day was interrupted before it was finished, so I'd like to ask you to continue the divination, Mr. Moretti."

Klein was taken aback by these words, then gave a helpless, wry smile:

“I have already said, madam, I cannot divine anything about your affairs.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions so quickly…” Livre held up a finger and shook it. “We can definitely try some different things, like…”

She raised an eyebrow and gave a meaningful smile:

"You can tell me where my hometown is."

She deliberately emphasized the word "hometown," then looked at Klein with a half-smile.

Seeing the other person's blank expression, Livre added:

"Don't worry, as long as your divination is accurate, I won't pursue the matter of you shooting me. But..."

She abruptly changed the subject, giving a cold laugh:

"If your divination is wrong, don't blame me for using cruel methods against you..."

As she spoke, the spider silk in her hand danced, attaching itself to the curtains and pulling them shut tightly, blocking out all light. Then, a strand of spider silk reached under Klein's pillow, pulling out the revolver and tossing it far to the side.

Having done all this, Livre untied the spider silk binding Klein's arm, sat on the chair by the bed, crossed her long, snow-white legs, and looked Klein up and down with a mocking gaze:

"Alright, fortune teller, let's begin."

Klein swallowed hard, forcing a smile as he asked:

"Madam, please provide your true information before we begin the divination, as this is crucial to the outcome."

Livre laughed:

“I’ve already told you, my name is Mrs. Lemerson. This name already has a mystical connection to me. You can point to me through divination, so what other information do I need?”

Klein was taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly. He could sense that this woman was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Left with no other option, he tried to negotiate some terms with the woman:

"At least provide some more information such as their actual age and date of birth..."

"Don't you think it's very impolite to try to find out a woman's age?"

Livre rejected him coldly, then turned and teased him:

"However, if the divination is inaccurate, you can guess. I can give you multiple chances, as long as you can give a general idea."

Klein paused, thought for a moment, then picked up the citrine pendant, gathered its spiritual energy, and silently chanted:

"Mrs. Lemerson's hometown..."

"Mrs. Lemerson's hometown..."

After reciting it seven times, the yellow crystal pendant slowly began to rotate, eventually pointing westward.

West? Located west of Tingen?

Klein tried to speak:

"Your hometown is in Jianhai County?"

Livr shook her head:

"Unfortunately, the answer is incorrect."

"Is that Winter County?"

"Unfortunately, it's still wrong."

Southville County? Or Westville County?

After trying all the counties in the western part of the Kingdom of Rune, he asked with some surprise:

"You're not from Ruen?"

Livr smiled and nodded slightly:

"Correct, but I need a more accurate answer."

Klein sized up the elegant and beautiful lady, then gave his answer with almost certainty:

"You are an Intis!"

Liviel raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and said leisurely:

"I am indeed from the same hometown as Emperor Roselle, but I am not an Intis."

"How is this possible? Emperor Roselle was an Intistriel..."

Before Klein could finish speaking, he suddenly froze, looking at Livre with disbelief, his body trembling slightly:

"you……"

A complex expression flashed in his eyes—doubt, shock, and barely suppressed excitement—ultimately culminating in a tentative question tinged with doubt:

"The taste of a witch is really good?"

Livr smiled knowingly:

"The first four digits of the password are 1914."

Klein let out a sigh of relief:

"The last four digits are 1945..."

Then, he looked at Livia again and said with some excitement:

"You're that pharmacist? I sent people to 36 Iron Cross Street to look for you, but they couldn't find you."

Livre said with a bit of a laugh:

“I could tell at a glance that you weren’t a time traveler, so I didn’t show myself. However, I can understand your actions. In this extraordinary world, caution is essential for survival. Of course, I wasn’t telling the truth either; I’m not actually a pharmacist.”

Klein nodded thoughtfully:

"I've also noticed that you're very strong, definitely not just Sequence 9... But why did you forge that Emperor Roselle's diary in the first place? Did you genuinely sense the danger of the Extraordinary World, or did you have some other motive?"

Livre smiled upon hearing this, but said nothing, simply watching Klein quietly.

Klein felt something was off and was about to ask again when suddenly he realized something was wrong, and then, in utter astonishment, his mouth dropped open:

"You, you're Miss Lover?"

Livre's eyes and brows were filled with a bright smile:

“Mr. Fool, it’s a pleasure to meet you ‘offline’.”

Klein was so shocked he couldn't speak for a long time. After a few seconds, he said, somewhat amused and exasperated:

"So, that Russell diary entry was something you specially wrote to lure me in?"

“That’s right.” Liviel nodded with a smile. “It took a lot of courage for me to make this decision. After all, testing a profound and unfathomable being with a three-tiered title is a very dangerous act.”

Klein was taken aback, realizing the teasing tone in Livre's words. His face instantly flushed with embarrassment. He coughed a few times strategically, cleared his throat, and said:

"Well... just as I said at my first tarot session, this is just an experiment. There are many things I'm not sure about yet, so I need to keep trying..."

Livr expressed her understanding:

"It's alright. I think your time travel must have been accompanied by some kind of adventure. That gray fog must be your 'golden finger', right? I won't delve into the details, just as I've actually been hiding some secrets from you."

Klein was pleased with Livre's sense of boundaries and said with satisfaction:

“I’m glad you think that way, Lemerson… um, what should I call you?”

He felt a little awkward, after all, the lady he envisioned was a young and capable woman, not a mature and beautiful lady.

Livre's eyes flickered, and she smiled playfully, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Just call me Miss Lover, don't you like that name?"

Klein was somewhat unconvinced upon hearing this:

"But you already know everything about me, while I don't even know your real name. Don't you think that's too cunning?"

Livr winked mischievously:

"According to the rules of the Tarot Club, information is charged... How about this, if you can tell me..."

She suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence and turned to look out the door:

"You have guests?"

Klein was taken aback, somewhat puzzled:

"Guest? What guest?"

A few seconds later, he heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock, and hurried footsteps.

"Is it Melissa who's back? Or is it Benson?"

Klein gasped in surprise and looked at Livre sitting on the edge of the bed with some fear. If his brother or sister found him alone in a room with a beautiful lady, he wondered what they would think!

"Klein, no wonder you're making so much money now, so that's what you've been doing..."

He could already picture Melissa's disappointed and slightly disgusted look.

Seeing Klein's anxious expression, Livre couldn't help but feel a little smug. She chuckled and said:

"It's okay, they shouldn't come into your room, right?"

Before he could finish speaking, Klein's door was pushed open, and a somewhat anxious Melissa walked in: