Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Early in the morning, before Livre was fully awake, she suddenly felt a fluctuation in the space around her.

In the dim atmosphere, a headless woman dressed in elaborate clothes emerged from the void, holding four beautiful female heads with blood-red eyes in her hands, one of which was holding a letter in its mouth.

Miss Messenger?

Liviel, still half asleep, was suddenly jolted awake. She had to admit, seeing four swaying, beautiful women's heads so early in the morning was quite a thrill.

"There is a letter from you..."

The messenger's four heads took turns spitting out a byte, and then handed the letter to Livre.

Oh, so there was a letter for me...

Livre felt a little relieved, took the letter, opened it, and began to read.

Upon reading this, she felt a little embarrassed: the letter was from Miss Sharon, asking if she had arrived in the Southern Continent.

If Miss Sharon knew she was still in Backlund, would she be furious? But given Miss Sharon's aloof personality, probably not...

I need to go see Miss Sharon to get Klein an identity document. I'll explain it to her in person then.

Livre put away the letter and nodded to the messenger:

"The letter has been received. Thank you for your trouble."

Suddenly, she remembered that she still owed the messenger girl gold coins, so she quickly took out the gold coins she had exchanged at the bank.

"Oh, here are the ten gold coins I owe you, please accept them."

The messenger girl nodded all four of her heads at the same time, and then one of her heads slightly opened its red lips and licked the gold coin in Livr's palm.

Slurp... The messenger girl sucked the small pile of gold coins into her mouth, and at the same time, her slippery long tongue touched Livre's palm, causing a warm, ticklish sensation.

Hmm... the messenger girl has four heads and four tongues. If one is used for kissing, the remaining three can also take care of three points...

Feeling the comfortable touch, Livre couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.

It wasn't until the messenger left that she came to her senses and began to dress.

After getting ready, she took a public carriage to the Brave Ones Bar on the commercial street, where she met Sharon, who was floating in the air like a ghost, in a room on the second floor.

"Long time no see, Miss Sharon."

She greeted the exquisitely beautiful young lady with a smile, her heart filled with genuine joy at appreciating her beauty.

Sharon raised an eyebrow slightly, then calmly said:

"Didn't you go to sea a long time ago?"

"Why are we still in Backlund?"

"Regarding this issue... well, let me explain."

Livre fabricated a convoluted and bizarre story, partly true and partly false, to explain why she remained in Backlund.

Sharon clearly didn't completely believe Livre's story, but she didn't directly expose her either.

"I will head to the Southern Continent as soon as possible."

After explaining, Livre assured everyone that she wasn't lying; she had originally planned to go to the Southern Continent to find Rowling, but was delayed by Klein's matter.

Sharon nodded, acknowledging Livre's promise.

At this moment, Livre pulled out another photograph and handed it to Sharon with a smile:

"There's one more thing I need to ask you to do. Could you please help this person obtain an identity document that is valid indefinitely?"

Sharon took the photo and looked at Klein's handsome features. A rare flicker of emotion appeared on her usually cool face.

"I see. Now I understand why you stayed on the mainland."

She muttered to herself as if suddenly realizing something.

What? Miss Sharon, what have you realized?

Livre was a little confused.

Then, Miss Sharon floated up like a ghost and calmly said, word by word:

"I must remind you of something."

"The witch died of love."

Livre patted her forehead in exasperation, inwardly grumbling:

More like family ties...

This guy's practically become my son...

……

A few hours later, as Klein boarded a horse-drawn carriage at Backlund train station, he suddenly heard his lover's prayers in his ear:

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era;"

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;"

"The King of Yellow and Black, who holds the key to good fortune."

"The Avengers who have returned from the darkness."

"I've rented a townhouse for you at 15 Minsk Street in the Joewood district, and I've prepaid six months' rent. The key is under the doormat. There are several men's outfits in the closet in the master bedroom; you can take whatever you need. The first drawer next to the bed in the master bedroom contains a revolver and a box of special bullets; the second drawer contains beards, wigs, and other disguise items; and the third drawer contains a temporary ID. The postman will mail you your official ID in a few days."

"Your current identity is—"

"Sherlock Moriarty".

……

……

After replenishing her cravings for food in the East District, Livre went to Mr. Valentine's company on Minsk Street and met Mr. Valentine, who seemed to be in much better spirits than before.

"Miss Monroe, I am always grateful to you. I have a wish, and I wonder if you could grant it to me?"

After signing the 3% share transfer agreement, Valentine held Livre's hand and said excitedly.

"What is your wish?"

Livre asked with a smile, sensing the sincerity and earnestness in Valentine's tone; she intended to grant any wish that wasn't excessive.

Valentine pointed somewhat embarrassedly to the wall on one side of his office, where a beautiful and holy woman in a white robe, holding a long sword and a cross, was hanging. Only then did Livre realize that the woman's features were somewhat similar to her own.

"I found an artist to paint a portrait of you based on my memory of your appearance, but with my clumsy brain, how could I possibly capture even a fraction of your beauty... Miss Marilyn Monroe, may I ask an artist to paint a formal portrait of you?"

Have you become so infatuated with me? I don't recall ever specifically trying to seduce you...

Livre couldn't help but chuckle. It wasn't an unreasonable request, and she readily agreed.

Before long, the painter Valentine had hired arrived and painted a portrait of Livr that could be described as sacred.

In the painting, Livre is draped in white silk, wears a crown, and has a radiant gaze. Devout believers prostrate themselves at her bare, white feet. If an uninformed person were to glance at her, they might mistake her for a saint from a theocracy...

Hey, I'm a witch...

Livre looked the painting up and down, feeling rather embarrassed, but as long as Mr. Valentine liked it, she had no objections.

After a lavish lunch, Mr. Valentine spoke of his new plans: since Pattaya went out of business, he had his sights set on the market gap in the entertainment theater sector in the Joewood district and intended to establish a new theater, which was currently recruiting actors extensively.

However, Livre was not interested in this at the moment, and she declined Mr. Valentine's invitation and left the shopping street.

Back at Fors and Hugh's residence in Hillston, she planned to have a good chat with the two women before setting off for the Southern Continent.

To Livre's surprise, Fors and Hugh each received £5000 from Audrey in the Zillingers affair! This included £2000 in cash and a cheque for the remaining £3000!

Although she had anticipated that Miss Justice would be very generous, she still hadn't expected her generosity to reach this level...

With this money, Fors and Hugh should be able to purchase the recipes and materials needed to advance to Sequence 7 without much financial pressure.

In this joyful mood, the three began a friendly exchange.

Fuli, Lifu, Lifu, Fuli, Huli, Huli...

After experiencing various combinations, the following day, Livre bid farewell to the exhausted Fors and Hugh and set off from Backlund.

She first used her ability to travel through mirrors to reach Damir Port, then slipped into a passenger ship in Damir Port, leisurely recovering her depleted spiritual energy on the ship while slowly making her way to Bayam.

Lying on the deck bench, Little White's cool body slowly roamed over the smooth skin, moving from under her skirt to her shirt, and whispered pitifully in Livr's ear:

"Livia, remember to help me find the ingredients for the potion as soon as possible."

"I feel like the delirium I'm hearing is getting worse. If I don't get promoted soon, I might not be able to hold on any longer..."

Livr responded softly:

"Don't worry, I'll find the materials for you as soon as possible. In the meantime, try to recall the potion recipe you heard and make sure it's correct."

During the battle with Megaus, Xiaobai overheard the violent ravings and information flow of the True Creator, and unexpectedly extracted the potion recipes for Sequence 7 'Hermit' and Sequence 6 'Rose Bishop' from them.

Once Xiaobai advances to Sequence 7 'Hermit', he can get rid of the dangerous state of Listener Chaos, greatly reducing the threat of being threatened by delirium. Even if he doesn't advance for a long time afterward, he can still maintain a certain level of safety.

As she pondered, the clock struck nearly three in the afternoon, and Livre entered a guest room. She hadn't bought a ticket, but the room's original owner, a generous gentleman, had readily tidied up his room and vacated it at her urging, squeezing in with the servants himself.

After locking the door and drawing the curtains, Livre waited quietly for the clock to tick.

Finally, a blush rose in the room, obscuring her figure.

Above the gray fog, inside a palace that resembled the dwelling of a giant.

Livre saw the Fool sitting at the head of the table, and she saw Justice, the Hanged Man, and the Sun, confirming their current state.

Seeing that everything was normal, she let out a long breath, feeling a sense of relief as if she had finally escaped from a nightmare.

Just then, Audrey was about to greet him cheerfully as was customary, but the Hanged Man suddenly made a gesture and spoke first:

“Mr. Fool, I have obtained a total of 19 pages of Russell’s diary this time.”

"Here, I must thank you for sending your followers to help me eliminate Zilingus. These diaries are the reward I should give you!"

19 pages? My God, I'm rich... You're welcome, you're welcome. For these 19 pages of diary, I'd be happy to take down another pirate general.

Livre's eyes lit up, and her body trembled slightly with excitement, which made the observant Audrey glance at her curiously: Why is Miss Lover so excited that the Hanged Man found the diary?

Klein didn't elaborate on the matter of the Favored Ones, and smiled calmly:

"This is the principle of equivalent exchange."

As expected of Mr. Fool... He doesn't even care about a pirate general carrying a magical item... It seems I don't need to mention the bounty... I wonder how many high-sequence followers Mr. Fool has... Audrey has unconsciously started to use "He" to refer to "The Fool".

Upon hearing the Fool's answer, the Hanged Man humbly said:

"My current memory limit is six pages, please allow me to give it to you in several installments."

"no problem."

Klein, shrouded in thick gray fog, nodded slightly.

Soon, the six-page diary was completed and reached Klein's hands.

Klein only skimmed through it, confirming some key points, and did not rush to read it carefully, but waited to share it with his lover later.

Setting down the six pages of the diary, Klein tapped the edge of the bronze table lightly with his right index finger, his gaze slowly shifting from Miss Justice to the Hanged Man, to the Sun, and then to Miss Lover.

He chuckled in a low, calm voice:

"Russell mentioned some covered-up history and some simple common sense in his diary, which reminded me that I don't think I've told you this."

Audrey was suddenly dazed, then turned halfway around and looked with surprise at the head of the ancient long table.

Compared to her, the Hanged Man was much more composed, but his unconscious act of straightening his back still betrayed him.

Only the sun did not behave unusually, just as it firmly believed that Mr. Fool was an all-knowing god.

“Mr. Fool, what common sense did Emperor Roselle mention? I can pay a fee for this information. However, I would prefer to speak with him privately…”

Audrey couldn't help but ask.

She silently added a sentence in her mind.

Klein chuckled and said:

“No need, these are just simple common sense. As the convener of the Tarot Club, I think it’s necessary for you all to know this. Of course, I know very well that some of you already know it.”

Hey, Klein, when did you become so generous? You're not even taking free money? If you can't refuse the gods' offer, you can tell me quietly, and I'll pass on the message and collect the money...

However, the fatter the sheep, the more wool you can pluck. Fine, you can talk for free if you want...

"Thank you so much! Mr. Fool, you are so generous!"