Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Livr took a deep breath and said coldly:

"First, don't even think about anything happening between us."

"Secondly, Mr. Duval, please leave while we are getting dressed."

"If you violate these two rules, you will bear the consequences!"

Duval slowly raised his hands, smiling as he walked towards the door:

"Okay, okay, we'll do as you say. I'll go out now."

After Duval left the room and closed the door, Livre finally let out her 'last whisper,' and the coldness in her eyes softened slightly.

Janice sat on the edge of the bed, tidying up the clothes as she chuckled softly:

"We apologize for our intrusion."

Then, she looked at Livre with a meaningful expression:

"Because the way you looked at me when we first met was so special, I thought you were thinking about something happening between us."

Uh... she actually figured it out!

Livre was immediately embarrassed, but her professionalism as an actress allowed her to maintain her composure and avoid blushing.

Actually, the flutter in her heart had always been there, and even now, looking at Janice's neckline that was so low that it revealed everything, she felt a little awkward.

However, she wasn't a casual person; she felt no sense of security about suddenly doing that kind of thing with someone whose background she didn't know.

Not to mention Mr. Duval.

Livre glanced at Janice, inadvertently revealing some of her emotions again.

Janice looked enlightened and chuckled softly:

"So, you're not comfortable with other people around? That's okay, even if it's just the two of us, we can get dressed first. Come on? Don't worry, your brother won't know."

"No, let's take care of business first."

Livre politely declined Janice's offer, picked up the prepared clothes, and began to try them on.

Janice stood there smiling, waiting expectantly for her to change into her evening gown.

Liviel felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, pointed to the door, and said:

"You go out too."

Janice said with a hint of amusement:

"Is it really necessary? We're all women."

However, Livre's eyes were exceptionally firm, and her finger pointed straight at the door.

I'd be wary of even a dog from you Intis guys.

Janice spread her hands, shook her head, and walked out of the room like her brother.

Livre did not let her guard down and immediately checked the entire room for any holes that could be used to peep through.

As a result, they didn't find the hole, but they did find some toys that would make even a witch blush.

No wonder they're Intis people... that seems to be a witch's stronghold too. The environment truly shapes the people.

Even Little White crawled out and lay down next to one of the toys, exclaiming in surprise:

"Livia, this thing is even thicker than mine, won't it crack...?"

"Who cares? As long as Ms. Janice is happy."

Livre stuffed the toys back in, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and began to change her clothes.

A dozen minutes later, she stood in front of the mirror, and her outfit was now exactly the same as Janice's.

She opened the door, let Janice in, and then instructed herself on how to do her makeup and styling to resemble Janice. Livre also subtly used her acting skills to adjust certain details.

After a while, the two stood together. Apart from Livr being slightly taller, they looked almost identical at first glance, like sisters.

To someone who doesn't know them well, it's absolutely impossible to tell the difference between the two.

“Great. Now you can go to the banquet with my brother.”

Janice looked at her other self with a smile and exclaimed in Intis with heartfelt admiration.

"Oh, right, there are some general knowledge questions about the Southern Continent and Gulai City that you'd better memorize to reduce the risk of exposure."

As she spoke, Janice took out a small, exquisite notebook and handed it to Livre.

Livre glanced through it and found it to be mostly useful common sense content, so she accepted it without much hesitation.

"I need to go back to my room for a while."

Grabbing her notebook, she immediately said goodbye to the Duval siblings. She wanted more time alone, and more importantly, less time to spend with them.

"No problem, just don't forget, we're leaving in two hours."

Duval smiled gently as he reminded him.

"Oh, right, take this with you."

Janice reached under the bed and pulled out the large toy, her eyes full of a mocking smile:

"You've touched it, haven't you? Take it if you like."

"Use it yourself, but be careful not to crack it."

Livre controlled her expression as an actress and hurriedly left room 209.

As a witch, she rarely suffered losses in such matters, but today she was finding it difficult to deal with this brother and sister.

Back in her room, Livre immediately began setting up the ceremony, preparing to write a letter to Miss Sharon to tell her that she had arrived in the Southern Continent and could begin her transaction with her.

After quickly writing the letter, Livre read it aloud before the candle:

"I!

"I summon in my name:

“A spirit that wanders in illusion, a friendly creature that can be commanded, a messenger belonging only to Sharon.”

A gust of cold wind blew by, and four heads emerged from the void, the last being a slender body dressed in an elaborate black dress.

"Miss Messenger?" Livre exclaimed in surprise, "I clearly summoned Miss Sharon's messenger, why is it you who appeared?"

“This is not important,” the messenger’s four heads spoke in turn. “Give me your letter.”

Livre paused for a moment, then handed over the letter, which the messenger caught in her mouth with her head.

Then, Livre took out ten gold coins from her luggage and, like tossing coins, fed them one by one into the mouth of the messenger.

When her fingertips touched the messenger's rosy lips, the warm, soft, and slightly moist touch sent a tingling sensation through Livre, as if a tiny electric current was coursing through her body.

Liviel couldn't help but feel a little giddy, but this unusual state displeased the messenger lady. Her four heads simultaneously frowned and said angrily:

"Vulgar, lewd, witch."

Then, her figure disappeared into the void.

Sorry, it's all because of the fallen tree spirit's extraordinary abilities...

Livre watched the messenger's departing figure and sighed softly.

With more than an hour to go before the banquet began, Livre flipped through the notebook while waiting for Miss Sharon's reply.

To her surprise, just over ten minutes later, Livre saw the messenger again, with an envelope in her mouth.

However, this time she didn't wait for Livr to reach for the letter, but spat it on the ground and then disappeared into the void, as if she didn't want any physical contact with Livr at all.

"The messenger lady is really aloof..."

Livre opened the letter with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, and saw Miss Sharon's elegant handwriting:

Miss Marilyn Monroe, I have two favors to ask you.

The first thing is that the military has transported the sealed artifact 1-122 to the Southern Continent. Try to seize this sealed artifact. If you cannot seize it, at least ensure that it does not fall into the hands of the Rose School.

The sealed artifact 1-122, 'Spirit of War,' can ignite the fighting spirit of everyone within a certain area and enhance their basic physical attributes. Its negative effect is that it will cause those around it to become bloodthirsty and warlike, gradually leading to madness. The method to seal it is to store it inside an item that has witnessed a legendary war, and to perform daily military drills, exercises, salutes, and firing of guns in front of it…

The kingdom transported it to the southern continent, possibly in preparation for a colonial war with Intis. If this sealed artifact were to fall into the hands of the Rose School, it would inevitably cause consequences far more evil and defiled than war itself.

We are powerless to change the course of political events between nations, but we can make efforts to minimize the suffering of the people in the colonies and to reduce the harm inflicted upon them by cultists.

The second thing is to find me a corpse that retains its spiritual essence, left behind by a high-ranking powerhouse after death. In the Southern Continent, there are many wizards who create mummies after death. However, ordinary mummies cannot meet my needs; it must be a demigod-level powerhouse in life.

Both of these tasks are very challenging. I will be extremely grateful to you for completing either one and will pay you a fair share of the reward.

Also, I'm currently gathering all the Sequence 7 recipes and materials you asked me to find. Consider this my advance payment to you.

Also, if you have the chance, you can keep an eye on Redbeard's situation. After he went to the Southern Continent, there has been no news of him since.

Best wishes.

Livre put the letter away, feeling a slight sense of unreality. Miss Sharon, who was usually very sparing with her words, had actually written her a rather long letter.

Moreover, she seemed to have a deep affection for the people of the colony.

The sealed artifact 1-122 'Spirit of War' should be the one Daniel was escorting, which has already fallen into Señor's hands...

The military was incredibly careless. Such an important sealed artifact was transported by a single warship without any additional high-ranking extraordinary individuals to escort it...

Once the assassination attempt on Lieutenant General Gamour is over, go to Vanterrick to find Daniel and see if the military has any information on Señor's whereabouts.

As for why Miss Sharon needs the corpse of a high-sequence powerhouse, what's going on? Necrophilia? No, that shouldn't be the case.

Livre recalled carefully that when the Hyena Gang performed the sacrifice in Tingen, they also used a corpse as a medium.

Could it be that Miss Sharon is also going to perform a sacrifice...? She doesn't seem like that kind of person.

However, sacrifices are not necessarily evil; they could also be benevolent 'deities' like Klein...

As Livre pondered the two matters Miss Sharon had entrusted to her, time flew by.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door, and Mr. Duval, dressed in a black tailcoat and top hat, stood in the doorway.

“My dear sister, it’s time to go to the banquet.”

He held a cane with a diamond-encrusted top in his hand, and wore a warm smile on his face.

Livre nodded slightly and followed him out of the room.

At this moment, Duval raised his arm, making a gesture as if he wanted her to take his arm.

Livre frowned and said coldly:

“In Ruen, such etiquette is not required between brothers and sisters.”

Duval reluctantly withdrew his arm, walked outside, and flagged down a 'coffin'.

"Let's go by horse-drawn carriage."

Livre refused the 'coffin' without question; she didn't want to lie in a coffin with someone else.

“Yes, your word is law, Your Honor.”

Duval spent a few more minutes finding one of the few horse-drawn carriages available for rent.

Finally, after twenty minutes.

Liviel stepped down from the carriage and saw the imposing governor's mansion not far away.

Chapter 213 Assassination at the Banquet

Today is Lieutenant General Gamour's fiftieth birthday, and many guests have already gathered outside the mansion gates.

They were mainly people from the Northern Continent, with a small number of natives from the Southern Continent dressed in strange costumes; they were likely chiefs of various tribes.

Livre stood beside Duval and walked to the officer at the main entrance who was in charge of registering guest information, handing him her invitation and a bottle of Porto wine from Intis.

"Good evening, sir. Duval Soren and his sister Janice Soren have come to offer their congratulations to Lieutenant General Gamour on his birthday."

The Sauron family... it seems to be the angelic family of the Tudor dynasty, and Elaine is a branch of this family... So these brother and sister are from the Sauron family?

Livre remained silent, while the officer glanced at the invitation and then revealed an arrogant expression:

“I am delighted that Mr. Duval and his sister are still in the mood to attend Mr. Gamour’s banquet at this time.”

Duval smiled gently, his expression still warm:

“We are just businessmen. Businessmen have no political stance. Businessmen only have business partners.”