Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Although this item is of high status, it has a limited audience. After all, it has limited uses other than being used for the preparation of potions by the Witch of Pain. Therefore, only a handful of people bid for it. Livre won the bid with a price of only 500 pounds, surpassing everyone else and temporarily taking the lead.

"Is there any price higher than 500 pounds for the tip of a two-tailed black snake's tail?"

Kuchi, holding the auction gavel, looked around at the crowd with anticipation.

Go ahead and bang the gavel, old man!

Livre's heart pounded with impatience, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, Couch brought down the auction gavel:

"500 pounds per time."

"500 pounds twice!"

“500 pounds…”

Before the words were finished, man number 25, who had already placed an order for multiple items, stood up:

"I'll offer £550!"

Livre was taken aback, then looked at the man with short, gray curly hair with a hint of anger.

Damn it, are you a shill for the auction?

Livre suppressed her anger and said in a deep voice:

"600 pounds!"

"I'll offer £650!"

The man, number 25, seemed determined to challenge her, offering an even higher price:

"700 pounds!"

Livre felt her heart bleeding.

The man, number 25, seemed conflicted as well. After a moment of hesitation, he shouted again:

"750 pounds!"

"800 pounds!"

"900 pounds!"

"1000 pounds!"

With Livre's earth-shattering final shout, man number 25 finally backed down and gave up the bidding.

Having paid an extra £500, Livre was on the verge of tears. She shakily walked to the front desk and completed the transaction with a beaming Couch. Indeed, people's joys and sorrows are not always shared.

Fortunately, she had just swindled £3700 from Danny, otherwise, she would have killed the man number 25 to vent her anger.

In the following auction, Livre had no interest in participating and quietly waited for the free trading session. She sold the Sequence 7 Weapon Master Extraordinary Ability she had and received 1500 pounds.

At this moment, a tall, muscular man wearing a mask numbered 17 walked over and asked in a deep voice:

"Where did you get your extraordinary Weapon Master trait from?"

Liviel was somewhat surprised. This extraordinary characteristic came from Senor's third mate. Could it be that the Blood General's men had come knocking on their door?

She used her persuasive abilities to make her words believable:

"I bought it from someone else and made a profit from the price difference."

The man with the number 17 gave a meaningful smile, clearly not entirely convinced, but also seemingly not intending to investigate further.

His tall figure turned and left, and Livre breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Liviel suffered a small loss in this auction, she still gained a lot overall. Not only did she clear out her inventory, but she also obtained potion ingredients. Now, she only needs the last ingredient, 'blood of the flower-faced bat,' to complete all the ingredients for the Witch of Pain's potion.

Leaving the Honest Man's Bar, Livre spotted the man who had worn the number 25 mask. He had removed it and was now wearing a face mask that covered most of his face, revealing only his eyes behind a monocle. Although his clothing and hairstyle had changed somewhat, Livre's keen observation skills allowed her to recognize him by his short, gray, curly hair.

He was directing several of his men to load a long wooden crate containing the fishman's corpse and other items onto a carriage, preparing to leave the area.

After a moment's hesitation, Livre activated her invisibility ability and followed behind him.

The fact that the other party had swindled her out of 500 pounds was infuriating. Livre planned that if she discovered he was a pirate or some other evil person, she would kill him to avenge her grudge.

The carriage slowly traveled to the edge of the no-man's-land and the main city, entering a desolate area.

At that moment, Livre looked up at the red moon hanging in the sky and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Chapter 168 The Cold-Blooded Lieutenant General

She stopped and quietly observed her surroundings.

Suddenly, a repulsive stench wafted over, and several rotting figures emerged from the ground, surrounding the carriage.

Living zombies!

Livre was startled, but continued to observe calmly.

The carriage braked suddenly, causing the carriage to lurch violently. Before the man in the carriage, number 25, could react, a zombie rushed up and grabbed the carriage. Then, with a 'boom,' the rotting body exploded, and the filthy blood and the impact sent the carriage flying. The man in the carriage and his hand fell to the ground.

Several zombies instantly pounced on the henchmen of man number 25, while a tall man stood up from the bushes nearby. He had dark skin, muscular build, and his body gleamed with a metallic sheen. His hair was curled like marbles.

“Iron” McVitie! Liver’s pupils contracted sharply.

This is the second mate of "Blood Admiral" Señor, a great pirate with a bounty of 6000 pounds! Judging from his figure, Livre deduced that he was the 17th man who had just attended the auction. No wonder he was concerned about where the extraordinary weapon master's special ability in his hand came from.

The man with number 25 struggled to his feet, stared at Maiviti's face, and was momentarily stunned, clearly recognizing him as well.

"Mavity, you bastard!"

He gritted his teeth and growled, then with a flash, he ran as fast as he could into the distance without hesitation.

Maiviti did not let him go. His massive figure instantly appeared beside the man number 25 and swung out claws like a werewolf.

boom!

The claws struck a hard object beside the man, number 25, causing a small, round shield to fall and leave a large dent in its surface.

Although the round shield absorbed most of the attack, the man number 25 was still thrown back, rolling several times on the muddy ground. His mask fell off, revealing his true face.

'Foodie' Blue Walls!

Livre was even more surprised. This man was also a famous pirate, the first mate of Vice Admiral Iceberg, with a bounty of 6200 pounds, even higher than that of McVitie.

However, Vice Admiral Iceberg's pirate crew was not good at fighting. When Blue Walls was ambushed, he was beaten by Maiviti without any chance to fight back.

McVitie approached Blue Walls step by step, licking his thick lips and letting out a maniacal laugh:

"I wonder what Edwina will feel after losing her first mate. I can already picture her hanging that bitch from the rafters and whipping her mercilessly with a seawater-soaked whip..."

During the fight, candles, whips, handcuffs, and other items fell out of his pocket, reminding Livre of the rumors about Señor's pirate crew's penchant for torturing prisoners.

This style of operation, coupled with the prisoner's methods, reminded Livre of a group of annoying guys:

Hyena Gang, Rose School!

He had already killed Señor's third mate, 'Weapon Master' Gatern, thus incurring his wrath. And since 'The Gourmet' was one of Lieutenant General Iceberg's men, and he needed to inform Iceberg about Danitz, it seemed necessary to lend a hand to 'The Gourmet'.

Blue Walls's anger was completely ignited, and he roared:

"You bastard, I won't allow you to insult the captain!"

“Foolish fellow, the weak have no power to protect anything.” Maiviti grinned mockingly. “However, if you can tell me the whereabouts of that treasure, perhaps I can consider sparing your life.”

"dream!"

Blue Walls succinctly rejected the offer.

"Then let your corpse speak."

With a sneer, Maiviti lunged at Blue Walls with his mountain-like body.

The 'gourmet' rolled on the ground, deftly avoiding Maiviti's impact. Then, a flash of cold light appeared at his fingertips, transforming into a werewolf claw covered in green venom, which reached out to grab Maiviti's steel-like body.

Sizzle! The claws didn't seem to penetrate deep into the flesh; they only remained on the surface of Maiviti's skin.

Maivitti's expression was full of contempt:

"A foolish reader's ability to imitate will ultimately only be a half-baked skill!"

His large hand suddenly reached out and clamped down on Blue Walls' neck. The next second, a bone-crunching sound rang out, making one's teeth ache.

McVitie smiled cruelly, seemingly intending to snap the 'Gourmet's' neck, but just then, he felt a chill behind him.

Maiviti turned around in horror and saw a gleaming ice spear flying towards him, aimed straight at his back.

Caught off guard, Maiviti hastily dodged the fatal blow, but *splat!* The ice spear pierced his arm. In pain, Maiviti released Blue Walls, who immediately leaped up, a flash of electricity in his palm, and threw out the lightning talisman he had just bought at the auction. A bolt of violent lightning struck Maiviti's wound directly. Amidst the crackling of electricity, a thick, smoky smell filled the air.

Maiviti screamed in agony as half of his body lost its mobility.

But he did not sit idly by and wait for his death. His eyes turned blood red, thick hair sprouted from his body, and sharp fangs emerged from his mouth, transforming him into a werewolf.

Maiviti's sharp fangs pierced his own palate, and the excruciating pain caused him to lose his mind instantly, turning him into a madman, his entire body filled with a violent aura.

In an instant, Livre released a large amount of spider silk, which wrapped around Maiviti's joints. Then, black flames spread along the spider silk, tearing and biting wildly at Maiviti's steel-like skin.

Maiviti let out a mournful roar, struggling like a trapped beast. Livre could feel the immense brute force even through the spider silk.

With another wave of her hand, frost enveloped Maiviti's massive body, rendering him immobile in an instant, with only menacing black flames burning silently within the frost.

Maiviti felt the black flames devour his body little by little, and slowly lost his life in the ice.

Several minutes later, Maiviti finally died completely. Livre let out a long breath and released the ice.

Blue Walls also breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes behind his monocle revealing the joy of surviving a close call.

"Thank you……"

Before he could finish speaking, Livre held up one finger:

"Don't make a sound!"

The 'gourmet' was forced to fall silent, watching in astonishment as Livre awakened the spirit from Maiviti's corpse and began to ask questions:

Why did you attack Blue Walls?

Maiviti's soul replied in a daze:

"For the whereabouts of that treasure..."

Livre glanced at the 'gourmet', meaning she'd explain it to me later.

She then continued to ask:

"What is your relationship with the Rose School?"

Maiviti's soul, its expression contorted in anguish, spoke in a trembling voice:

"We are considered one of its peripheral organizations..."

really!

Liviel's heart sank, and she continued:

How do you connect with the Rose School?

"night……"

Maiviti had just uttered a single byte when his expression suddenly went blank, and then his soul turned into ashes and vanished.

Here we go again...

Livre sighed, but she had already obtained some useful information.

The syllable he uttered, 'night,' could it be a nightingale?

Never mind, I'll think about it later.

Livre took away Maiviti's extraordinary properties, then looted the 'ritual staff' he had bought at the auction, severed Maiviti's head, and turned his body to ashes.

She gestured to Blue Walls, who was waiting nearby:

"All the spoils are mine, no problem, right?"

Blue Walls paused for a moment, then hurriedly replied:

"Of course, no problem!"

Having witnessed Livre's ruthless methods, he is now filled with fear of this witch.

Livre nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Let's go, let's get out of here quickly."

Blue Wols used ritual magic to pray to the god of machinery and steam for the ability to repair, and quickly fixed the carriage.