Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Phew... I've run this far, I should be fine now, right?

Somewhat uneasy, she took out a mirror and performed several divinations to confirm her safe situation before feeling a little more at ease.

Hmm, where am I now? Oh right, I'm still in Daniel's bathroom. That's where I left to hunt down Blood General, and now I'm back here.

As soon as she returned to the bathroom, Livre, who had relaxed from her tension, suddenly felt the urge to urinate in her lower abdomen, so she lifted her skirt and half-squatted on the toilet.

The little white cat wrapped around her thigh excitedly sat up and said:

Livr rolled her eyes at it. It felt really strange to have someone waiting to be served while she was relaxing.

She took a deep breath, half-squatted on the toilet, and finally relieved the bloating in her lower abdomen.

However, just then, Livre heard footsteps outside the door.

A dejected Daniel returned to his dorm and punched the wall hard, using the physical pain to vent his inner dissatisfaction.

For the past week, he had not heard from Miss Monroe or Señor, and his applications to the governor's office to arrest Señor had been repeatedly rejected.

Left with no other option, he wanted to go out to sea on his own to find Miss Monroe and Señor, but was told that he could not leave the governor’s mansion.

An angry Daniel had a big argument with the military police, but it did nothing to improve his situation except for making him write more self-criticisms.

"Damn it! Those incompetent bureaucrats!"

Daniel cursed angrily, wishing he could drive away all those incompetent bureaucrats and then lead a thousand curly-haired baboons to rebuild the governor's mansion.

Just then, he suddenly heard a splashing sound of water.

The sound of water was quite obvious, which surprised Daniel for a moment.

After a long while, he came to his senses and muttered to himself in surprise:

"Miss Marilyn Monroe is back?"

He rushed towards the bathroom, towards the place where Miss Marilyn had disappeared, without regard for anything else.

Daniel flung the door open, shouting excitedly with hope:

"Marilyn Monroe... Miss...?"

His voice gradually lowered. The toilet in front of him was empty, with only a lingering, fragrant scent and a small white snake coiled above the toilet seat.

"snake?"

Daniel was extremely disappointed; the Marilyn Monroe he had been longing for did not appear.

"You rascal, you've made me happy for nothing!"

Daniel muttered as he stepped forward, intending to grab the little white snake and throw it out the window.

However, to his surprise, the little white snake slipped away from his palm in a flash, much more agile than ordinary snakes.

"interesting……"

Daniel spotted the small white snake and chased after it closely. However, the snake seemed to be deliberately teasing him, always keeping a certain distance from him and always slipping away extremely quickly just when Daniel was about to succeed.

Seeing the little snake flicking its tongue mockingly, Daniel's temper flared up, and he lunged forward, only to miss and crash heavily to the floor.

"Ouch..."

Just as he cried out in pain, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, as if someone had run past him quickly.

Daniel turned around in surprise, only to find nothing there.

Looking back, even the little snake had vanished.

"This is really strange..."

Daniel got up dejectedly, feeling somewhat bewildered.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Daniel opened the door with some confusion, and a slender figure in emerald green rushed in, looking him up and down with a smile in her eyes.

"Miss Marilyn Monroe!"

Chapter 219 Audrey's Request

"Miss Marilyn Monroe!"

Daniel exclaimed in surprise, his beloved Marilyn Monroe had actually appeared right in front of him!

After the initial surprise, Daniel, like a child who hadn't seen his mother in a long time, began to complain with a sense of grievance:

"Where have you been? Do you know how much I've wanted to see you this week...?"

If any other man said something like that, I would definitely think he was confessing his love...

Livre thought to herself with a hint of helplessness, and teased:

"I've already taken care of Señor."

"What?! Señor?"

To Daniel's astonishment, Livre smiled and took out Senor's head, which had been preserved with ritual magic, from her suitcase.

"this……!!"

Daniel's expression was extremely complex: shock, admiration, excitement... a mix of emotions that made his already somewhat thin body tremble slightly.

"Miss Monroe, you single-handedly defeated a pirate general!"

Daniel's eyes were practically overflowing with adoration. Livre guessed that if she stretched out her foot now and made him kneel down and lick her toes, Daniel would definitely do it.

Livr cleared her throat, adopted a reverent expression, and slowly said:

"All of this is due to the power of the Lord, not to my personal merit..."

"Storm above!"

Before Livre could finish speaking, Daniel stood up impatiently, slammed his right fist into his left chest, and loudly praised the Lord of Storms.

"The Lord will appreciate your piety."

Livre feigned admiration and continued:

“All glory belongs to the Lord, so as usual, go and collect your reward, then give me the money, and I will donate it to the church.”

Great Lord of Storms, glory to you, wealth to me...

Livre chuckled inwardly, while Daniel, oblivious to the problem, nodded excitedly.

However, Livre still felt there was something wrong. For Daniel, a Sequence 7, to kill a major pirate like Señor seemed a bit too exaggerated. What if the military didn't believe her...?

While Livre was pondering, Daniel asked impatiently again:

"Miss Monroe, what about that sealed artifact? Has it been retrieved?"

Livre nodded and said:

"Don't worry, it's been retrieved. I've already handed it over to the upper echelons of the church."

Although it's fake...

Daniel nodded in satisfaction, basking in the happiness of having accomplished his mission.

After a moment's thought, Livre spoke:

“Go to the governor’s mansion tomorrow and find Governor Tibert. Give him Senor’s head. Then you can return to the mainland of Loen. Don’t worry, he won’t stop you. Oh, and if he asks you about your relationship with Arne Coltman, just nod and agree to whatever he says.”

“Archbishop Courtman?” Daniel looked surprised. “But someone as insignificant as me has absolutely no connection with Archbishop Courtman.”

Livre smiled and gently coaxed:

“I have already reported your excellent performance and your devotion to the Lord to Bishop Courtman. He appreciates you very much, so you can rest assured.”

"Archbishop Courtman greatly admires me!?"

Daniel was caught up in a frenzied excitement, and it took Livre quite a while to calm him down.

Next, she bid farewell to Daniel, changed her appearance to that of a middle-aged man with a rugged face, wearing the robes of the Storm Church, and gave herself the identity of a deacon of the Storm Church who had come from the Northern Continent to conduct an inspection.

Within a day, a rumor was circulating among the middle and upper-ranking officers and officials in Vanterrick:

The naval hero Daniel was adopted as the godson by His Majesty Arne Coltman, the Cardinal of the Church of Storms, the Archbishop of the Sea of ​​Rose, the High Deacon of the Punishers, and known as the 'Sea King'.

The news came from a deacon of the Church of Storms who had just returned from the Northern Continent, making it extremely 'reliable'. Officials in the Southern Continent believed it without question, and while the local Church of Storms' pursuers were somewhat surprised, they didn't question it. After all, Archbishop Cortman wouldn't need to publicly announce the adoption of a godson, so it was normal that they hadn't known beforehand.

Therefore, when Daniel took Señor's head to Governor Tibert, the military demigod showed great interest, scrutinizing the seemingly unremarkable young officer before him.

Was Aquaman involved in the killing of Señor?

Without any hesitation, Tybalt immediately signed the governor's decree, issuing a bounty of £42000 for Daniel, much faster than Daniel had received the bounty twice before!

So much so that when Livre went to withdraw money from the Kingdom's Commercial Bank in Vanterrick, she was somewhat surprised to find an extra 42000 pounds in her account:

Is it really that efficient?

Having just spent almost all her savings, her bank account has now reached a new all-time high: £43752, 3 sous and 8 pence!

She took out 42 sulphurs and made a donation at the nearby Storm Church, sincerely thanking the Lord of Storms and 'Sea King' Arne Coltman, and then confessed in the company of a young priest.

Incidentally, Livre soiled the Storm Emblem with her secretions again, intending to leave these blasphemous secretions for Little White as a reward for its recent good behavior.

Then, she spent another £4200 to purchase a large amount of medical supplies and emergency food, which she then shipped to Fabuni, a port still suffering from the disease.

To ensure that these supplies actually reached those in need, Livre supervised the entire process from procurement to distribution, and gave positive psychological cues to key figures at each stage to prevent any potential embezzlement.

After finishing all this, in high spirits, Livre returned to the quiet inn and looked at the clock on the wall:

It's 2:55 PM. Today is Monday, and it's almost time for the Tarot session.

Liviel lay quietly on the bed, recalling everything that had happened to her a week after arriving in the Southern Continent.

Rowling, Ms. B, and Redbeard have all disappeared, but they've gotten themselves into a lot of new trouble...

With a helpless sigh, Livre's entire body was flushed crimson.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself at the long bronze table, where Klein was still the only one seated at the head of the table. It seemed that he still intended to hold a pre-meeting meeting with her first.

Klein, no longer maintaining the enigmatic demeanor of Mr. Fool, said with a relaxed and carefree air:

“Miss Lover, Ambassador Beckeran Jean Madan of Intis is dead. You are in the Southern Continent and may not have received the news yet, so I am informing you in advance to prevent you from giving yourself away at the Tarot meeting later.”

"Dead? That was pretty efficient... Who did it?"

Livre asked with some curiosity.

Klein leaned back in his chair and said slowly:

"The Aurora Society announced in the newspapers that they would take responsibility for the incident. It seems that Miss Justice hired Mr. A from the Aurora Society to deal with Beckron."

The Aurora Club... these lunatics...

A short while later, the pre-meeting briefing ended, and Justice, the Hanged Man, and the Sun appeared in their respective seats.

As soon as Miss Justice appeared, Livre noticed something was wrong. The noblewoman was not excited about Ambassador Intis's assassination, and did not even greet him as usual. She looked worried.

The Hanged Man, as always, calmly greeted Mr. Fool, then handed over Russell's diary:

"It's still six pages this time. I'll give you the last page next time."

“Okay.” Klein nodded slightly.

The Hanged Man quickly gathered his strength, recalled the content, and expressed the powerful ideas he had intended.

He quickly finished writing six pages of his diary, only to see them vanish abruptly and appear in Klein's hands.

Klein looked down, glanced at it briefly, and then looked up.

He tapped the edge of the bronze table and said:

"You can start communicating now."

Livre feigned delight and said to Justice:

“Miss Justice, you did a great job. You solved Beckron in less than a week.”

"What kind of compensation do you expect as agreed?"

The Hanged Man was clearly unaware of this news; his expression was one of shock, and after a long pause, he said:

"Unfortunately, I had just contacted the right people, but I couldn't help them."

"This is a request, not a favor, so don't worry about it."

Liviel chuckled softly, turning her gaze back to Miss Justice, waiting for her to state the reward she desired.