Mystery: The Witch of Desire

About an hour later, Livre acquired the knowledge of how to summon spirit creatures and how to form messenger contracts.

It must be said that Miss Sharon's explanation was very detailed; if she had explained it to Miss Justice, she might have received a reward of 2000 pounds.

After finishing her explanation, Sharon pointed to a table next to her that was filled with various spiritual materials:

"You can summon spirit creatures right here."

Livr smiled politely.

"Our relationship doesn't seem that close yet, does it? Or do you intend to take it that far?"

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Chapter 153 The Tree Spirit in My Dream (Thanks to catsdogs for the donation)

Sharon shifted slightly, but her face remained expressionless.

"You can leave now. Remember to contact me after you have the messenger."

Livre smiled and nodded:

"I will always keep you in my heart. Goodbye, Miss Sharon."

After she finished speaking, she left the dark room. Marich, who was outside, greeted her, but although he seemed to be secretly angry and didn't respond, it didn't affect Livr's good mood after gaining new knowledge.

She walked down the street, desperately looking for a quiet place to test the ritual of summoning spirit creatures.

While choosing a hotel, she unexpectedly passed by 27 Minsk Street, the house she had previously rented.

The lights were on at her landlord, Mr. Waffle's, place. The two-story house where she had lived was also lit, clearly indicating that there were new tenants.

I wonder if Mr. Waffle still hires prostitutes for in-home services. After that fright, he probably wouldn't anymore.

Liviel chuckled to herself as she passed number 27, preparing to continue searching for a quiet hotel.

Just then, she was shocked to see a woman dressed in a flamboyant and revealing manner, with a worldly air, turn into the alley at number 27 and head towards Mr. Waffle's mansion.

"What the hell? Still yelling?!"

Livre almost cursed out loud; she hadn't expected Mr. Waffle to be so addicted!

However, his apartment was brightly lit, which didn't seem like Mrs. Wah had left...

Feeling somewhat curious, Livre concealed herself and quietly followed the woman to Mr. Waffle's doorstep.

After the young woman gently knocked on the door, Mr. Waffle's maid opened it. Looking at the beautiful young woman with disgust, she snorted coldly and turned back into the house without even saying "please come in."

The woman deftly removed her shoes and coat, revealing a revealing lace slip dress underneath, and walked barefoot towards the bedroom on the second floor.

Just as Livre was about to follow the woman upstairs, she was shocked to find a portrait of a deceased woman hanging on the wall in the center of the living room.

The portrait on the memorial was none other than Mrs. Wah's gentle and graceful face!

Beneath the portrait, there was a cross and incense burning, as if they had just finished praying a few days ago.

Mrs. Waffle has passed away?

Just a few days after Mrs. Waffle passed away, Mr. Waffle called for the home service again.

A chill ran down Livre's spine, and she felt a strong wave of nausea.

She went upstairs to the second floor and entered Mr. Waffle's bedroom, only to be surprised again:

Mr. Waffle, who was eagerly kissing the woman, was thin and looked like a skeleton covered with only a little flesh.

His eyeballs were sunken inwards, and his eye sockets appeared huge, so much so that the young woman kept her eyes tightly closed, not daring to look directly at Mr. Waffle.

What happened to Mr. Waffle? He looks like a dried-up corpse that's been drained of its life force...

Livre activated her spiritual vision and looked at Mr. Waffle, her heart suddenly jolting:

His astral body was extremely weak, appearing terminally ill.

But none of that mattered. What truly shocked her was that Mr. Waffle's body was filled with countless pink light spots, just like the ones inside Rowling's body back then.

This is a trace left by the evil god worshipped by the Rose School!

Livre immediately became alert, carefully sensing the flow of air in the room.

Gradually, she sensed a repulsive yet incredibly familiar aura.

That was the scent of desire, the scent of a sex addict.

Someone has stirred up Mr. Waffle's desires.

Livre stood cautiously against the wall, sprinkling a handful of spiritual powder to enhance her invisibility, while quietly watching Mr. Waffle and the woman.

Mr. Waffle's skeleton seemed so fragile it would break at the slightest touch, and his lungs emitted heavy, bellows-like breaths, as if he might stop breathing at any moment—a truly chilling sight.

In her spiritual vision state, Livre clearly saw that Mr. Waffle and the young woman's life force was slowly draining away, and that draining life force gathered into an inconspicuous pink thread that flowed out of the bedroom.

At that moment, the bedroom door slowly opened, and a beautiful figure stepped in. Her eyes were emerald green, her lips were red, and her overall appearance was slightly transparent, giving her a greenish color, making her seem to have no substance.

However, her exquisite and alluring face gave Livre a jolt:

Mrs. Waffle?

Wasn't Mrs. Waffle already dead? Why is she here in such a strange state? A zombie? No, this body, so full of vitality and desire, even more energetic than a normal person, how could it be a corpse?

Could it be that some mutation occurred because of that evil god? Or was it simply a gift from that evil god?

Livre's understanding of the evil god's methods of bestowing blessings only goes up to Sequence 7. If Mrs. Waffle really received the evil god's blessing, then this strange state is at least at the Sequence 6 level or higher.

Whether or not we can defeat the opponent is secondary; if we get entangled with the opponent and attract the attention of that evil god, it would be even more of a loss.

So, Livre hid in the corner, held her breath, and remained motionless, simply observing Mrs. Waffle's movements.

She slowly approached Mr. Waffle, and in a hazy state, her body seemed to transform into a green shadow, enveloping the woman's body. Gradually, wet, dark brown burls grew from the woman's skin. These burls absorbed the life force of the woman and Mr. Waffle, and soon swelled up until they burst, oozing foul-smelling pus.

At that moment, the illusion shattered, and Mr. Waffle's movements came to an abrupt halt. His body seemed even weaker, his breathing so faint it was almost imperceptible. The young woman also appeared extremely exhausted, but her body surface remained normal, without the unusual tree-like growths. If it weren't for the pinkish light spots already emanating from her body, Livre would probably have thought the scene was a hallucination.

After the young woman left, Mrs. Waffle gave Mr. Waffle, who remained in the room, a flirtatious kiss, then swayed her voluptuous figure and disappeared into the bedroom.

Liviel dared not make any rash moves. Only when her breath gradually disappeared did she lean out the window and look outside.

In the hazy night, Mrs. Waffle seemed like a spring fairy, her ethereal green figure appearing and disappearing as she slowly approached the two-story building next door.

Livre climbed out of the window and approached the two-story house where she used to live. She heard sounds of the residents making love coming from the bedroom.

There's a problem, definitely a problem.

Mrs. Waffle seems to be able to participate in other people's sexual encounters, drawing life force from the victims...

Speaking of which, Livre seemed to have heard Mr. Waffle mention that he dreamt of an extremely beautiful woman, and in his dream, he indulged in a passionate night with her... Perhaps at that time, Mrs. Waffle had already drained his life force.

Is Mrs. Waffle a member of the Rose School? Have their influence already infiltrated Backlund?

Livre couldn't sit still any longer; she couldn't ignore this.

After some thought, she quickly left Minsk Street and found a quiet and elegant hotel.

Inside the room, she created a sealed spiritual wall, placed four candles in the four corners of the spiritual space, and chanted without any piety:

"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune, I have important matters to report to you..."

A dozen seconds later, a crimson burst erupted from her side, slowly enveloping her and carrying her into the gray mist.

When Livre opened her eyes, she found herself sitting at the bronze table. Klein sat at the head of the table, his face still shrouded in gray mist, but now the entire space consisted only of her and Klein.

"Miss, what is it?"

Klein didn't deliberately maintain the fool's posture and asked in a relaxed manner.

Livre organized her thoughts and said:

"Here's the thing, I've left Tingen and returned to Backlund. It's strange how I've gotten involved with those filthy things. Not long after returning to Backlund, I encountered a cultist who can drain the life force of others by having sex with them in dreams. I suspect she might belong to the organization that perpetrated the sacrificial tragedy in Tingen two years ago."

Klein, having sorted out the situation, slowly nodded and said:

What do you want me to do?

Livre frankly stated:

“I hope you can report this to the Church of the Night in Backlund. If it’s reported by someone within your own organization, it should be taken seriously. That cultist is at least Sequence 6 or higher. I don’t want the church here to ignore my report or send a few low-sequence members to investigate, only to find nothing or even lose their lives.”

Upon hearing this, Klein was immediately perplexed:

“I can certainly report this internally, but how can I explain how I obtained the information about that cult member? If they discover my abnormality, they might take care of me and that cult member together.”

Livr nodded slightly:

“I’ve also considered this possibility. If it’s inconvenient for you to come forward and report it, there is actually another way.”

Klein asked curiously:

"any solution?"

Livre said earnestly:

"Ask Miss Justice for help."

Klein's brow twitched slightly:

"Miss Justice?"

“As you’ve probably noticed, Miss Justice is very rich, extremely rich,” Livre explained. “Most of the wealthy and powerful nobles like her are gathered in Backlund. If she can exert some influence, the official Extraordinary Ones will definitely take her seriously.”

"Okay, I'll ask now if Miss Justice has time."

Klein nodded in agreement and reached out to touch the deep red star that belonged to Miss Justice.

Then, he spoke softly, conveying a few words to Miss Justice.

"You seem to be an intermediary for an online dating platform. Do you need to charge an intermediary fee, Mr. Fool?"

Livre looked at this scene and asked with amusement.

Klein smiled somewhat awkwardly:

"No need for the brokerage fee. Thanks to you, we captured Triss, and I've accumulated enough merits. Today, I've been promoted to 'The Joker'."

"Oh, really?" Livre clapped her hands in feigned surprise. "Congratulations! Our Fool has attained a higher rank and is one step closer to returning to His divine throne!"

"Miss Lover..."

Klein sighed helplessly, his toes secretly digging into the soles of his shoes again.

"By the way, speaking of Triss, what do the Night Watchers plan to do with her?"

Livre abandoned her theatrical demeanor and asked about the important matter seriously.

Klein said slowly:

"She has already been taken to Backlund. Her hands are stained with the blood of many people. She will probably be executed or used as a test subject for the sealing artifact."

Livre nodded:

"This is the punishment she deserves."

Despite being a witch herself, Liviel felt no sympathy for Triss, who treated human life so lightly.

At that moment, the red star belonging to Miss Justice expanded, and then her figure slowly appeared beside Livre.

As soon as she appeared, she respectfully greeted Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the head of the table, and then, with a slight surprise, saw Miss Lover beside her.

Livre began to explain:

“Miss Justice, it is I who prayed to Mr. Fool and asked to speak with you.”

She then explained to Justice what she wanted her to report to the official Extraordinary.

As Miss Justice listened, her furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and she readily replied:

“I will definitely help with this kind of crackdown on cult members.”

Livre smiled and nodded:

"Then I'll leave it to you. Hmm... how about we use this to offset the payment I made for explaining things to you before?"

Justice was deeply moved upon hearing this: Miss Lover is truly a person with a strong sense of justice; she is willing to go to such lengths to combat cultists...