Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Liviel felt a little regretful. If Klein were here, she could have joked with her fellow countryman about the modes of transportation in the Southern Continent, and the two of them could have laughed for at least five minutes.

However, compared to the black coffin bearers I had seen in my previous life, the 'coffins' of East Bayon were much more varied.

Two people carrying them, four people carrying them, eight people carrying them, pulled by horses or rams... Coffins floated all over the streets, a bit scary at night... Well, it wasn't much better during the day, the whole city seemed eerie...

Liviel walked into a square while admiring the scenery along the road. To her left was a church, and to her right were restaurants, bars, and other shops.

Just as he stopped, a coffin carried by four people was being lowered down by the roadside.

As the lid opened, the two passengers lying inside the coffin stood up and stepped out. One was a gentleman in a white shirt and black vest, exuding a Northern Continent style, and the other was a woman in her thirties, dressed in an elaborate long dress, also appearing to be in a Northern Continent style. The two seemed to be lovers or a couple, their behavior intimate.

The woman was very beautiful, with a mature and sexy charm that made Liviel, who was feeling somewhat restless, take a few more glances.

At that moment, the gentleman seemed to notice Livre's gaze, turned his head to look at her, and gave her a warm smile.

Liviel was startled and lowered her head in a fluster. After all, her gaze just now was filled with ulterior motives towards the other person's lover, and she felt like she had been caught doing something wrong.

However, the gentleman probably didn't have such thoughts. After he whispered a few words to his female companion, the lady paused for a few seconds, cast a curious glance at Livre, and then chuckled softly.

The two talked quietly for a while, and then walked toward the church on the street corner.

Livre noticed that the church's tall eaves were inlaid with many intricate mechanical parts; it was a church of steam and machinery. She couldn't help but feel a little strange.

In the early days of the Great Colonial Era, colonists often died in droves after setting foot on the southern continent due to various strange and mysterious events.

This situation improved after the establishment of the Church of the Seven Gods in the countries of the Northern Continent. The Church of the Seven Gods destroyed many native religions, including the Blood Worship Cult, the Psychic Cult, and some churches that worshipped the God of Death, and killed a large number of native extraordinary individuals who manipulated witchcraft, such as 'wizards' and 'spirit witches'.

However, in East Bairan, most of the official churches belong to the Church of Storms and the Church of Night.

Because the colonies were primarily engaged in agriculture and crop cultivation, with relatively few large-scale industries, the steam church naturally lacked fertile ground for missionary work.

Another reason is that the situation in the colonies is complex, and it is especially necessary to prevent the infiltration of other colonists such as the Intis Empire. Therefore, when the kingdom establishes official churches, it gives priority to the Church of Night and Storm, which belongs exclusively to the kingdom.

Because of the extraordinary relationship between Emperor Roselle and the Steam Church, which leaned more towards the Intis Empire, the Steam Church's status in Rune and its colonies was always lower than that of Night and Storm.

However, the first church that Liviel saw upon arriving in the Southern Continent happened to be the church of the Steam Church.

It was probably just a coincidence.

Without giving it much thought, Liviel walked a little further and found a grand hotel in the bustling area of ​​Gulayin City to stay in.

The guests staying at this hotel are all of Northern Continent descent, while the staff are native inhabitants with dark brown skin.

After Liviel presented her identification, her status as a citizen of the Kingdom of Rune and her fair skin caused the local servants to treat her with utmost respect. They escorted her to her room on the second floor with an attitude that Liviel had never seen before in Rune.

Her large bag of luggage was carried by a waiter, but unfortunately, the luggage was too heavy for the waiter, who had no special abilities, to move on his own.

In order not to reveal her unusual strength, Livre had to secretly use a spider silk to hold the luggage, thus lightening the weight for the waiter, so that he could carry the luggage to the second floor smoothly.

In terms of being a personal servant, Danitz is much better.

Livre sighed inwardly, thinking of Edwina, wondering if she had found the legendary Giants' Court...

After entering the guest room, Livr put down her luggage, looked around at the room, and showed a satisfied expression.

The rooms were of a better standard than those on those colonial islands at sea...

She took off her emerald green dress, revealing the little white dress underneath, and went into the bathroom to bathe in the cool water.

As the water washed over her, Liviel felt the heat coursing through her body subside slightly. Little White, meanwhile, swam along, muttering to himself:

"Livia, I still feel more comfortable when your body is warm."

"You're comfortable, but I'm uncomfortable."

Livr muttered as she dried herself and changed into a new outfit: a white women's blouse and black leather trousers, topped with a bright green silk shawl. Livr especially loved green clothes these days.

After leaving most of her luggage and clothes in the room and keeping her valuables close to her body, Livr walked out of the room.

The restaurant on the first floor of the hotel offers a wide variety of cuisines, including classic dishes from various countries in the North Continent as well as specialties from East Bairan.

Livre ordered a roasted ostrich leg with roe deer roe, a spiced snake soup, and a main dish of curry made with spices served with long-grain rice.

Locals mix the curry and rice by hand, then shape it into a ball to eat.

It's so clean and hygienic...

After listening to the waiter's explanation, Livre decided to use a spoon to enjoy the curry pilaf.

It must be said that although the food of the Southern Continent sounds a bit strange, it tastes pretty good. The aroma of the spices is very rich, and the spiciness stimulates the taste buds well, making Liviel's mouth water.

Just as she was enjoying her meal, she glanced around and saw a man and a woman enter the restaurant.

Livre was stunned for a moment. These two people were the same couple she had met on the street before, the one who came out of the 'coffin' and went to the steam church.

The man clearly noticed Livre as well, a look of surprise flashing across his face. He whispered a few words to his female companion, and then the two of them moved closer to Livre's table.

A bad feeling suddenly rose in Livre's heart: Could it be that these two people want to come and talk about the fate of our two chance encounters?

She pretended not to notice and continued to casually fiddle with her knife and fork, cutting the already chopped ostrich meat into even smaller pieces—this effectively avoided the awkwardness of eye contact while waiting for the other person to come over.

Finally, the man and woman stood before Livre's table, and the man spoke gently:

"Hello, ma'am, we meet again."

Livre looked up with feigned surprise, her eyes displaying just the right amount of panic, then quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, revealing a shy smile:

"Hello... It's an honor to see you again..."

After the mature and intelligent lady had also greeted Livre, the gentleman spoke up:

“My name is Duval, and this is my sister, Janice. We are merchants from West Baron who are here to do business. Would you be so kind as to have lunch with us? Of course, it's on me.”

"Siberian? You're from Intis?"

The other person spoke Rune fluently, with no accent at all.

Livre raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, then nodded slightly and said:

"Just call me Marilyn Monroe."

Mr. Duval said with a smile:

"To be precise, we are half Rune people. Our mothers are Rune and our fathers are Intis. Therefore, nationality is not a very important thing for us."

Got it, so you two are Intis's traitors... No wonder you went to the Steam Church.

Livre didn't offer the two 'foreigners' much politeness, asking them directly:

"Given the current chaotic situation, it must have taken quite a bit of effort for the two of you to get here from Xibailang, right?"

She planned to distance herself from the two men. After all, in the current situation, people who travel between colonies controlled by different countries were likely spies or other people engaged in illegal businesses, and she didn't want to get into any unnecessary trouble.

However, Mr. Duval gave a strange smile, then pulled out a chair and sat down.

His sister Janice did the same, and the two of them sat down opposite Livre.

Livre froze for a moment, almost shouting out:

Are all Intis people this rude?

She initially thought that the jokes she heard about Intis people when she was in Ruen were just regional discrimination.

But now, she feels those jokes aren't impactful enough. They're not enough to vent her current feelings.

She suppressed her anger and said in a deep voice:

"I don't recall inviting either of you."

At this moment, the mature and intellectual Janice spoke softly:

"Ms. Marilyn Monroe, we apologize and ask for your understanding."

"But you must be an extraordinary being, right?"

Liviel was startled and immediately became alert, preparing for battle.

She didn't answer, but simply looked quietly at the woman opposite her with her eyes, while curling her tongue and activating her spiritual vision.

Janice's astral body is very pale, indicating that she is not in good health, which is inconsistent with her beautiful and voluptuous appearance.

Janice continued:

"Miss Monroe, we mean no harm."

As she spoke, she slightly pulled down the neckline of her long dress, which was stretched taut over her upper body, revealing a large expanse of her voluptuous neck and a pebble necklace:

“This is a magical item left to me by my family. It can sense when others are spying on me, and it can also detect the approximate spiritual strength of the spy. So… that glance you gave me just now…”

That one glance won't betray some unspeakable desire within me, will it...?

Seeing Janice's ambiguous smile, Livre felt a little embarrassed, but her heart calmed down slightly, and she sensed some sincerity in Janice's explanation.

She quietly built a wall of spirituality and asked in a slightly calmer tone:

"So, what is your purpose in looking for me?"

Mr. Duval and Ms. Janice exchanged a glance, then whispered:

“We want to hire you to dress up as my sister and attend a party with me.”

Livre tensed up again: They even know I have the ability to impersonate others? That magical item is too outrageous! The actor's ability comes from the Mother Tree of Desire, something that ordinary people have no idea about.

At this moment, Janice spoke up:

"Although your chest is a little smaller than mine, our overall figures and demeanor are similar. Besides, none of the guests at the banquet know me well, so as long as I dress up carefully, no one will recognize me."

So you didn't know I had the ability to impersonate others? Was it just a simple disguise...? And why did you specifically mention that your breasts are bigger than mine? This woman is really infuriating!

Livre felt somewhat indignant and straightened her chest. Just as she was pondering this, Mr. Duval very familiarly called over a waiter and began ordering dishes on his own.

"I don't think I've agreed to your request yet..."

Livre felt her anger was about to explode. Why were these brother and sister so infuriating?

Duval quickly ordered two main courses and four side dishes, then said with a smile:

"Whether or not we can cooperate in the end, it won't stop us from sitting down and having a meal together... Don't worry, this meal is on me."

Livre took a long breath, controlling her agitated emotions, and said in a deep voice:

“I think I won’t agree to your request. I don’t want to get involved in the affairs of the Strange Extraordinary Ones.”

Janice picked up the Southern Continent red wine on the table, poured herself a glass, and said with a smile:

"Would you like to hear about our compensation before making a decision?"

What is the compensation?

Livre asked with some curiosity.

Duval said earnestly:

"The reward is a chance to purchase one of our treasured magical items."

Livr remained silent.

Did I hear that right?

I work for you, and my reward is to pay you to buy a magical item from you.

If you were to give it to me for free, I might consider it!

Livre could no longer tolerate the brother and sister, and stood up abruptly, saying coldly:

"Sorry, I have something to do..."

"Wait, Miss Marilyn Monroe."

Janice stood up abruptly and grabbed Livre's arm.

Livre was startled. She didn't want the other person to touch her body, but Janice's movements were very quick, and she touched her skin directly.

"Are you a witch?"

Janice said with a smile, her eyes full of amusement.

Livre shook off Janice's hand, her eyes turning cold instantly.

The opponent's abilities are extremely strange, and their strength is probably not low. She is already prepared for battle.

Janice smiled and waved her hand:

“I have the ability to see the weaknesses of others, and your weakness is in your lower abdomen, a place only witches would have… Don’t misunderstand, I don’t have any prejudice against witches; on the contrary, my brother and I love witches the most.”

Seeing Livre's surprised expression, Duval smiled and said:

"Yes, witches always give people a very good experience. They are like the most professional masters in bed, possessing the most wonderful taste in the world."