Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"Emily naturally assumed that Livre Monroe was the murderer of her companion. Dunn and Leonard were both unconscious, and no one witnessed the truth. This tragic witch will bear all the blame for Ince Zangwill."

"The sun still shines on the earth, and almost no one in Tingen realizes that they have luckily escaped a huge disaster."

"The story of Tingen ends here."

The notebook was turned to the last page. The man had dark gold hair, was blind in one eye with a deep blue-black pupil, a high nose bridge, tightly pursed lips, and features as sharp as a statue. The one-eyed man, without a single wrinkle, solemnly picked up an antique quill pen with his slightly pale hand and wrote words clearly without dipping it in ink.

"Ince Zangwell will use the remaining Death Descendant traits to set up the ritual, consume Saint Selena's ashes, and successfully advance from Sequence 5 'Gatekeeper' of the 'Death' pathway to Sequence 4 'Night Watcher' of the 'Night' pathway, thereby gaining divinity and becoming a powerful demigod."

After finishing writing, Ince Zangwell put down his pen, stood up, and a mocking smile appeared in his only remaining eye.

He turned around and looked out the window at the bright sunshine with a great mood.

At that moment, the classic quill pen trembled slightly and began to move on its own again:

"The witch Livre Monroe will digest the potion in extreme pain and seek revenge by killing Ince Zangwill. Ince Zangwill doesn't have long to live..."

As if sensing something, Ince Zangwell turned around in astonishment, grabbed the quill pen he was using to write, and shouted in anger and surprise:

"You bastard, what are you doing!"

He quickly picked up his pen and erased the last sentence written with the quill, just as he had done many times before.

This powerful magical artifact always seems to have a tendency to kill its owner.

After applying the quill, Ince Zangwell breathed a sigh of relief and clipped the quill to the title page of his brown notebook.

He suddenly felt an unbearable hunger and went to the kitchen impatiently.

A few seconds after he left, a gentle breeze blew by, and the quill pen slipped from the notebook's cover, making a slight tremor...

……

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Beneath the Church of St. Serena, in the guardhouse outside the Chanis Gate.

Leonard Mitchell leaned back in his chair, raised his legs and rested them on the edge of the table, his eyes vacant and unfocused.

Even after the ritual magic treatment, his complexion remained very poor, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness but had not yet begun to improve.

At this very moment, the powerful warriors sent by the Sanctuary are rearranging the seal behind the Gate of Charnis. Due to the loss of Saint Selena's ashes, the seal inside the Gate of Charnis has rioted. An elderly internal guardian and a member of the Night Watch team were unable to hold out until the end and died in battle at their posts.

The Tingen Night Watchers squad suffered heavy casualties in a short period of time.

At that moment, Leonard saw Dunn Smith, who also looked haggard.

Because he used Saint Selena's ashes, which were of Saint-level quality, this Night Watch captain burned the very essence of his life. Even after treatment, he will inevitably suffer from long-term aftereffects.

It's very likely that he will never be able to work the night watch again.

Leonard's emerald eyes flickered, a sorrowful emotion welling up within them. He swallowed hard, as if he wanted to say something, but remained silent.

Dunn walked to his side, and after a long pause, slowly said:

“I know it’s hard to accept that we’ve lost a comrade.”

"I won't say anything like 'keep you strong'."

"If you want to cry, just cry out loud and let all your emotions out."

"That way, you'll have the energy to face the next parting..."

Leonard felt a lump in his throat, and tears welled up in his emerald green eyes again.

A few seconds later, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and straightened his chest like a mature man:

"I'll go check on Emily."

“She and Klein have been friends for many years, so she should find it even harder to accept his departure.”

After saying that, he trudged back to the ground with heavy steps.

At this moment, a haggard-looking Cohenley walked over, holding a telegram in his hand, and asked in a low voice:

"Have you seen the captain? There's a telegram here."

Leonard then remembered that he had heard the telegram when he and Klein were preparing to rush into the battlefield, but he hadn't paid attention to it.

What is the content?

Leonard found his voice unusually dry.

Cohenlie didn't speak, but handed over the telegram:

"Beware Ince Zangwell, beware of the sealed artifact '0-08'."

"Ince Zangwell, the traitorous archbishop, the 'Gatekeeper' who failed his ascension... the sealed artifact '0-08,' a seemingly ordinary quill pen..."

Leonard stared at the telegram, muttering to himself in confusion, then narrowed his eyes, his dejection and frustration vanishing in an instant.

He returned the telegram to Cohen and rushed to the lounge on the third floor, where he saw Emily leaning against the sofa, her face pale and streaked with tears.

He walked up quietly and stood beside her like a gentleman, remaining silent for a long time.

After a long pause, he whispered words of comfort:

“I know that Klein is one of the few friends you have in your life.”

"From now on, I can be your friend too. Hmm, we can visit his brother and sister together, go on picnics, see plays and stuff... Okay, I know what I'm saying might sound silly..."

Leonard muttered to himself, his mind a jumbled mess, and realizing he couldn't express himself clearly, he had no choice but to shut his mouth in frustration.

At this moment, Emily's eyes turned cold, and her lips moved slightly:

“I plan to apply to join the ‘Red Gloves’ and I want to be promoted to Sequence 7 to meet their minimum requirements.”

"I want revenge!"

"I will avenge myself on the witch who killed Klein!"

Her eyes were filled with pain and hatred, which she focused on the witch's exquisitely beautiful face.

Leonard stood silently to the side, lost in deep hesitation.

At that moment, as if sensing something, the aged voice rang in his ears again:

"Hey, don't do anything stupid. If you tell anyone, you might expose your special abilities!"

Leonard did not respond, but gave a slightly self-deprecating smile.

After a long pause, he stared resolutely at Emily and said in a deep voice:

“Emily, do you know that it wasn’t that witch who killed Klein?”

"what?"

Emily looked up, her light blue eyes filled with confusion.

Chapter 197 The coffin lid was nailed a little too tightly.

A few days later, in a corner of Raphael's Cemetery.

After the funeral of the inner guard was over, everyone gathered in front of a new tombstone with a black and white photograph of Klein, a very scholarly-looking photo.

Melissa stood in front of the grave, her eyes unfocused and unfocused, while Emily, her arm linked with hers, looked sorrowful.

Emily gently patted Melissa's back. Having experienced the loss of loved ones twice herself, she knew Melissa's current pain. She didn't say much, but simply tried her best to bring Melissa some warmth with her body.

Dunn, Leonard, Benson, and Frye carried the coffin over.

Dunn, weakened by the effects of Saint Selena's ashes, was too frail to perform such physical labor, but he still mustered his last bit of life force to see Klein off on his final journey.

The four men placed Klein's coffin beside the grave, opened the lid, and let his relatives and friends take one last look at Klein's remains.

His face was pale and bloodless, his smooth black hair looked like it had just been washed, his pupils were closed, and there seemed to be a faint smile on his lips.

Benson stared at Klein's face, his nose twitching, tears welling in his weary eyes. Melissa turned away and nestled in Emily's arms, not daring to look even once into the coffin.

After the viewing of the remains was completed, the coffin was closed again. Leonard, holding a hammer in one hand and a handful of nails in the other, silently walked to the coffin.

"Klein, rest in peace..."

Leonard sniffed, pressed a nail into the corner of the coffin, and hammered it down.

With each thud, Leonard recalled the fierce battle of that day, and Klein's gaunt figure...

His lips twisted into a ferocious grin, and his eyes burned with hatred.

Leonard vented all his anger on the nails, hammering them down hard.

One, two, three...

"Leonard, that's enough..."

Dunn slowly walked forward and grabbed his arm.

However, Dunn's own eyes were also filled with an indescribable sorrow.

He took the hammer from Leonard and said softly:

"Let me knock one too, as a way of sending Klein off on his final journey."

As he spoke, he hammered a nail into the coffin lid.

Then Cohen came up, then Frye came up... and finally, Benson came up too.

Klein's coffin was studded with countless nails, a testament to the deep sorrow expressed by his family, friends, and colleagues.

After the pastor's eulogy and everyone's prayers, the soil began to fill the coffin, gradually covering it.

At that moment, Melissa half-squatted down and threw the mirror that had been found on her brother into the box.

"I never thought you'd be so vain... You liar, you clearly said we'd go to the play together..."

Melissa, who had been quiet and composed all along, finally couldn't hold back her tears and buried her face in Emily's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

The grave was filled in, the stone slab was placed on top, and Emily took one last look at Klein's tombstone. His epitaph had three lines:

"The best older brother;"

"My best younger brother;"

"The best colleague."

He was also my last friend...

Emily silently murmured to herself as she looked at Klein's portrait, recalling those two handsome young faces.

In the somber atmosphere, the Blackthorn Security personnel gradually left, and the Klein family's friends also took their leave at the urging of their families, leaving only Emily, Melissa, and Benson at the scene.

"I'll go hire a horse-drawn carriage..."

Emily spoke softly to the brother and sister who had lost their loved ones; she knew she should give them some time alone.

"Ok."

Benson and Melissa nodded slightly.

A short while later, Emily returned with the carriage, and she noticed that the tear stains on Benson and Melissa's faces were even more pronounced.

"Get in the car."

She helped Melissa and Benson into the carriage, but did not get in herself.

“Emily, you…”

Melissa asked, somewhat puzzled.

Emily said softly, her expression sorrowful:

"I want to spend some more time with my family."

Melissa stopped talking. She knew that Emily had lost her younger brother in the tragedy that occurred more than two years ago.

The carriage slowly drove away.

Emily glanced at Klein's tombstone again, turned and left, skillfully walking through the overgrown tombstones until she arrived at a small grave.

A few lines of small characters were engraved on the tombstone:

The graves of Jason Garcia and Reeve Garcia.

Since neither of the brothers' bodies were found, they shared a tombstone. Inside the coffin were only the clothes the two brothers had worn, and the women's clothing they had both worn.

Emily didn't know why Levi was dressed in women's clothing, but she had a feeling that it was important, so she put it in the coffin as well.

As she looked at the small characters on the tombstone, that delicate and lively face reappeared in her mind, and two lines of cold tears slid down her cheeks.