Mystery: The Witch of Desire

In the last instant before Livre disappeared, he reached out and touched her arm.

Hey, what do you want?

Before Livre could even lift her leg to kick him away, the two of them vanished together.

Seconds later, in the hotel room, Livr walked out of the mirror, while Alfred also rolled out of the mirror in a disheveled state. Having never experienced mirror teleportation, he was vomiting violently due to dizziness, completely exposing his vulnerable parts to Livr.

Livre raised her final whisper, aiming it at the back of Alfred's head, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

This is really troublesome... How did I end up bringing this guy along? Mirror teleportation can actually bring other people along? However, the teleportation just now seemed to have consumed more of my spiritual energy. It seems this is the price of bringing one more person along...

What should I do with this guy? Kill him? But I don't want to kill an innocent person like this. It would make my heart lose its grip when fighting against the witch's evil nature, and gradually lead me out of control.

Let him go? But he's already followed me to my room, and there's still a lot to take care of...

Livre thought it over quickly and finally made up her mind.

She withdrew her 'last whisper' and, with her other hand, made a chop motion and struck Alfred on the back of the neck.

The blow was delivered with just the right amount of force, knocking Alfred unconscious and causing him to collapse to the ground.

Then, Livre quickly tidied the room, washed off her makeup, changed out of Janice's clothes, and put on her own. She used black flames to burn away every trace she had left behind, not even a single hair.

A dozen minutes later, Livril was ready, while Alfred was still unconscious and looked like he wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

After a moment's thought, Livre raised her finger and secreted a large amount of spider silk.

She used spider silk to wrap the unconscious Alfred into a thick cocoon, so that Alfred could not make a sound or move at all inside the cocoon.

Then, Livre went downstairs, extended her stay in the room for another week, and used her instigation ability to make the hotel owner alter the check-in records, forgetting that Janice and Duval had stayed there.

That way, it will be a week before anyone finds Alfred, and by then I'll be long gone. Then I won't have to worry about him providing any information that's detrimental to me or Janice.

If the police find Alfred early through a thorough search, it doesn't matter. He hasn't seen my face yet, and I'm leaving Gulayn tomorrow...

Having done all this, Livre left the hotel with peace of mind, preparing to find a hotel near the steam train station to stay in.

At this time of day, there were very few horse-drawn carriages available on the street. Just as Livia was considering whether to try traveling in a coffin, a man and a woman emerged from the shadows at the street corner.

Duval, and Janice... I wonder if Janice's infiltration was successful?

Livr stood there calmly, waiting for the brother and sister to come over.

"Not bad, a fatal blow. Ganmor is dead," Duval praised with a smile, seemingly in a good mood. "I think you've already felt the immense power of 'The Last Whisper.' So, how about buying it?"

Livre toyed with the musket in her hand and said with certainty:

Name your price. I'll take it.

Janice said in a relaxed tone:

"Now that I've succeeded in getting what I wanted, I'll give you a cheap price."

She held up two fingers.

Two thousand pounds...that's really cheap for a magical item of this caliber.

Just as Livre was about to agree to the deal, she heard Janice say, word by word, very seriously:

"Twenty thousand pounds."

"How much? Why don't you just rob it?"

Livre had to admit that it took a great deal of effort for her to restrain herself from pointing the 'last whisper' at Janice's head.

Janice spread her hands, revealing an innocent expression:

"Please, this is a magical item capable of killing a demigod; its value is beyond monetary measure. I dare say, if I bring it to the military, they would gladly pay over fifty thousand pounds for it!"

Indeed, while £20,000 is a huge sum, it's not an excessive amount. In Backlund, possessing £20,000 barely qualifies someone as a member of the wealthy class, and there are likely thousands of such individuals. However, a demigod, regardless of the church or organization, is considered an absolute high-ranking figure, capable of becoming the highest leader of a region.

For example, General Tibert, the governor of the Southern Continent, is a demigod of Sequence 4...

After some deliberation, Livre had already made up her mind.

However, she was still unwilling to give up all her savings so easily.

Then, she gave a playful smile and said:

“Now that ‘The Last Whisper’ is in my hands, aren’t you afraid I’ll take care of you all? That way I can save a lot of money.”

Duval seemed completely unconcerned about this, stating with great confidence:

"No, I believe you're not that kind of person. We're very good at judging people."

This inexplicable trust left Livre somewhat bewildered. Looking into the other person's sincere eyes, Livre tentatively asked again:

"How can you be so sure I have 20,000 pounds? That's a huge sum of money, not just anyone can come up with it."

“We are quite certain about that as well,” Janice said with a smile. “Well, never underestimate a businessman’s intuition.”

Is this something you can guess just by intuition?

Livre didn't believe what Janice said, but she didn't want to investigate further.

After a moment's thought, she said in a firm tone:

"Fifteen thousand pounds, and I even helped you with the cleanup."

"I've already taken care of that guy named Alfred."

Livre noticed that when Janice heard this, a hint of sadness suddenly appeared in her bright eyes, while Duval beside her remained expressionless.

“Well, you must have had a lot of trouble…” Janice said quietly. “Alright, eighteen thousand pounds. That’s the lowest price we can accept. If you still don’t want it, we can take back ‘The Last Whisper’ and give you other compensation instead.”

Chapter 214 The Humiliated Witch

£18,000 is still very expensive...

However, saving two thousand pounds is already quite good. Now, with the new 9000 pounds deposited by Miss Justice and the 1000 pounds sent to the Hanged Man, I have a total of 20785 pounds 3 sous and 11 pence in my account, plus Mr. Valentine's shares worth 6900 pounds. Uh, I wonder if his shares have gone up or down...

After careful consideration, Livre painfully raised her eyes and said in an almost trembling voice:

"Okay, deal."

“A wise choice.” Janice’s smile grew even brighter. “Without further ado, let’s go to the bank now to make the transfer.”

"What time is it now? The Kingdom Commercial Bank has been closed for ages!"

Livre wondered if Janice, as a businesswoman, possessed enough common sense.

“Run Commercial Bank? No problem. We have plenty of ways to get it open.”

Duval's smile exuded confidence.

A dozen minutes later, the group arrived at the Kingdom Commercial Bank in Gulayin City.

To Livre's astonishment, as the group approached the closed doors, the lights in the entire bank suddenly came on, and employees appeared in the lobby and at the service windows.

They skillfully processed the money transfers for Livre and Janice, just as diligently as they would at work during the day, perhaps even more enthusiastically.

If there's anything amiss, it's that their movements are too synchronized, like a well-trained army, with even the corners of their mouths raised in the same arc when they smile.

This is so bizarre, could this be the hunter's ability...?

Livre was filled with unease, and it wasn't until she left the bank that she felt a little more at ease.

"Alright, now, the 'last whisper' is yours."

Janice's words seemed to carry a certain ritualistic quality, and in that instant, Livre felt a connection being established between herself and the 'Last Whisper'.

A strong suction force penetrated her body, descending all the way to her lower abdomen, as if trying to suck the liquid out of her abdominal cavity.

Just when Livre felt she couldn't take it anymore, a warm, sun-like power surged from the depths of her heart, neutralizing the intense pull. Finally, Livre felt the power within her body reach a certain balance.

The 'Last Whisper' trembled slightly, and the gunshots crackled like joyful chirps.

"It's obvious that it likes you a lot."

"I hope you all have a bright future."

Duval and Janice smiled warmly, their smiles almost identical to those of the bank employees, even the curve of their lips seemed to be the same, which sent a chill down Livre's spine.

As she was about to part, Livre thought for a moment and then tentatively asked:

Have any of you seen a woman named Rowling?

As she spoke, she pulled out an exquisite portrait drawn using the interrogator's extraordinary abilities.

Duval took a look at the portrait and then handed it to Janice.

"No."

The two shook their heads together, but this time there was no strange sense of synchronization; one shook his head slower than the other.

"Okay, goodbye then."

Liviel nodded slightly in farewell, quickly walked out of their sight, and then activated her mirror teleportation ability to leave.

Back at the hotel near the station, Livre took out the last Whisper again and began to carefully examine the old musket.

Through her expertise as an appraiser, she keenly sensed that two forces seemed to be surging within this magical item: one representing masculine energy, and the other representing feminine energy.

Based on what Janice had said before, the negative effect of this item being that it must be used by transgender people, Livre couldn't help but have a bold idea:

Could this magical item be formed from two extraordinary properties? One is the extraordinary property of a witch, and the other is a pathway that can perceive the weaknesses of enemies... It feels a lot like a hunter, a hunter plus a witch? Two adjacent pathways?

Livre spent the noisy night in deep thought. Two groups of police officers came to check her room one after the other, but Livre easily sent them away.

The following day, she walked to the steam train station. The notice boards and walls of the station were covered with wanted posters featuring Janice's image. A large number of soldiers meticulously checked every passenger boarding the train. Among them were some extraordinary individuals in plainclothes who were hiding in the shadows, using their spiritual vision to spy on the female passengers passing by.

When Livia appeared, a pair of eyes immediately swept over her, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

Because Liviel had disguised herself so well, she bore no resemblance to her appearance from the previous night. The gaze lingered for only a moment before moving on, and no one came to stop her.

Livre boarded the steam train smoothly and headed towards Vanterrick.

On the train, Livre was also busy. She instructed a train conductor and several passengers to take pictures of Rowling, Ms. B, and Redbeard and ask the surrounding passengers about them.

Unfortunately, no one has ever seen them.

Livre wasn't too disappointed, after all, Rowling and Ms. B had most likely disguised themselves, making it difficult for ordinary people to see their true faces.

Redbeard would definitely be easier to find, since he was looking for his son and would have been asking around and leaving behind a lot of information.

A few hours later, the steam train arrived in Vanterrick. The atmosphere here was much more relaxed than in Gulayin. There were not as many soldiers patrolling, nor were there any extraordinary individuals secretly investigating.

Slightly relieved, Liviel bought a copy of the "Southern Kingdom Daily," a well-known newspaper in the Southern Continent. The headline was about the assassination of Lieutenant General Ganmor, the governor of Gulayin City, and the deaths or disappearances of several other officers...

It seems the media in the Southern Continent is more developed than I imagined...

Livre flipped to the second edition with great interest, and was immediately startled by a striking headline:

The Aurora Club has claimed responsibility for the assassination of Lieutenant General Gamour.

Am I part of the Aurora Festival?

These people who believe in a real creator must have gone mad!

Livre grumbled inwardly as she lay down in a coffin, letting the driver take her to a suitable hotel for her 'burial.'

After putting down her luggage at the hotel, Livre changed into a new outfit and began to sense Daniel's location—when she parted ways with Daniel earlier, she had slipped a one-sol note into a hidden compartment in Daniel's suitcase.

Referring to Vanterrick's map, Livre quickly confirmed Daniel's location:

Located next to the Governor's Palace, in a building not marked on the map, it may be a military guesthouse or a secret facility.

Hopefully, Daniel didn't get locked up for negligence...

As Liviel offered a somewhat fervent prayer for Daniel amidst the storm, she boarded a carriage and headed to the central square district where the governor's mansion was located. Fortunately, as the capital of East Byron, Vanterrick had far more carriages than Gulayin.

Upon arriving at the central square, Livre stepped down from the carriage and saw the governor's mansion, which was more than ten stories high. The surrounding facilities alone covered an area that resembled a medium-sized park.

"That's really impressive..."

"How much wealth would they have to plunder from the Southern Continent to build a governor's mansion that's even more magnificent than the kingdom's government building?"

Liviel murmured to herself, and when she looked at the native inhabitants of the Southern Continent cleaning the streets, her eyes filled with sympathy.

Using the miser's sensory abilities, she slowly continued to approach Daniel until she finally bumped into the outer wall of the governor's mansion.

After stealthily scaling the wall, a four-story building came into view. It was located on the edge of the entire governor's mansion and was the most inconspicuous among the auxiliary buildings. There wasn't even a guard at the entrance.

Judging from the military uniforms drying outside, Livre deduced that this should belong to a dormitory building for a low-ranking officer.

Stealthily entering the building, Livre found Daniel in a private room on the third floor.

He looked extremely bored, sitting by the window with one hand supporting his chin and the other hand resting on a book called "Storm Bible".