Mystery: The Witch of Desire

After a quick tidying up, she swiftly sketched the spiritual wall, knelt on the bed, and devoutly recited:

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

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune."

"Please tell Miss Justice that my friend has rescued her friend Alfred Hall, and that she shouldn't worry. She should receive a telegram confirming her safety in a while."

"The ten thousand pounds spent on assassinating the ambassador has been offset. As for the psychiatrist's prescription, I will find it for her as soon as possible..."

Having said all this, Livre dropped her pious demeanor and said with a hint of sarcasm:

"Alright, my dear Fool, I've cleaned up your mess. Next time, could we kill a couple fewer ambassadors? Otherwise, no amount of money will be enough for you."

She adopted a devout prayer posture simply to make it easier for Klein to 'package' the footage and give it directly to Miss Justice. Now that the performance was over, she naturally wanted to give Klein a good scolding.

Klein's somewhat aggrieved voice came from beside my ear:

“I didn’t want to either, but that ambassador and his men were a real threat to my safety.”

"Oh? That ambassador has subordinates? I hope his subordinates won't cause you any trouble."

Livre asked casually.

"Probably not," Klein said with certainty. "I've done a divination; I should be safe now."

Chapter 221 Using the Messenger's Mouthpiece to Deliver the Wand

"Okay, congratulations on your safety."

Livre smiled and ended the conversation with Klein, preparing to go downstairs for a walk and take care of her and her 'wriggling hunger's' dinner.

She successfully found a native merchant who lent money at exorbitant interest rates in the slums of Gulayin City. He borrowed funds from colonists in the Northland, then lured his own people to take out loans, and finally hired thugs to collect the debts, selling those who couldn't repay to the Northland as slaves.

Because he was very 'principled' and never cheated the gentlemen and ladies of the Northern Continent, and because he paid enough protection money, he was never purged by the colonial government.

After killing him, Livre fed his body and soul to 'Wriggling Hunger', and then hung his head on the only street lamp in the lower street.

Several years ago, the Kingdom passed a bill to improve the living conditions of the colony's indigenous people, and one of the provisions was to install modern gas streetlights in indigenous communities.

The proposal, along with three thousand gold pounds, traveled across the ocean to the hands of Lieutenant General Gamour, the governor of Gulain. According to the plan, Lieutenant General Gamour was to build one hundred streetlights.

In the end, he built twenty streetlights without electricity. After taking photos and carrying out publicity work, he dismantled nineteen of them, leaving only one to hang a memorial for the rebels who resisted the colonial government.

Today, this street lamp has finally taken on a different mission: hanging the colonizers' lackeys on it.

Livre completed her masterpiece with a sense of satisfaction, hoping it would at least deter the indigenous people who helped the colonists persecute their fellow citizens.

Just then, she noticed a spying coming from afar. The gaze was not malicious; it seemed to be merely curious, excited, and eager to see who was so brave as to take such a 'defiant' action against the colonial authorities.

Livre did not deliberately dodge. She turned her head and looked over, quietly waiting for the person to come forward and take a closer look at her.

Indigenous people need a hero to inspire their struggle and give them hope.

Of course, she had changed her appearance to resemble Janice's beforehand, as she didn't want her true face to be discovered.

After a while, a thin boy emerged from the dark alley. His skin was dark, and if it weren't for the prominent ribs on his sides that increased the area for light refraction, Livre might not have been able to see him clearly in the dark with the naked eye.

"That bastard, Oliver is dead?!"

The boy spoke in the local language, his body trembling slightly, his somewhat unfocused pupils filled with excitement.

Livre couldn't understand the local Dutan language, but fortunately, the ritual staff contained ritual magic that could translate languages. After Livre grasped the staff, she temporarily understood the language.

"He committed a crime and he should be tried."

Livre spoke calmly, maintaining the demeanor befitting a hero.

“That’s great, that’s great…” The boy shed tears. “A few years ago, my father borrowed fifty Delixi from him to treat my malaria. Later, the interest ballooned to a thousand Delixi. My father couldn’t pay back the debt, so he and my mother were sold to the Northern Continent.”

"I wonder how my parents are doing over there. They've never written to me..."

Fifty derlises, which translates to six sulphurs.

In Backlund, it's just a few meals' worth of food for the middle class, but in the Southern Continent, it determines the fate of a couple.

Livre fell silent, unsure how to respond.

She knew that the conditions on the slave ships heading to the Northern Continent were extremely harsh, and that there was a two-thirds chance of the slaves dying during the voyage.

Most of the slaves who arrived in the Northern Continent were sent to meat grinders like mines, textile factories, and brothels. Most of them did not live for more than a year, and almost no one lived for more than three years.

Only those who were well-off and chosen as servants by wealthy families could live a slightly better life.

However, even though Livre knew all this, she couldn't bring herself to tell the boy, 'Your parents are probably dead.'

She silently took out a few bills of the denomination of Sule and stuffed them into the boy's hand. She dared not give him too much money, as that might harm the child.

The boy took the money with some surprise, and after a long while, he excitedly asked:

"Madam, are you a member of the Independent Society?"

Independence?

Livre was somewhat taken aback. She looked at the boy, forced a smile, and asked:

Why do you think I'm a member of the Independents?

The boy thought for a moment, then said seriously:

"I heard from adults that there's an organization called the Independence Society. They kill evil people, they help the poor, and they liberate us from the rule of those high and mighty colonizers..."

"So, I was wondering, are you a hero of the Independence Party...?"

Livre's eyes lit up slightly. She stepped forward and touched his withered, straw-like hair:

Do you think they are heroes?

The boy straightened his thin frame and nodded heavily:

"Yes, I think they are heroes..."

Before he could finish speaking, the little boy suddenly turned his head in surprise, looking at the empty night around him.

The lady from earlier has disappeared.

……

"Independence Council..."

Liviel walked through the city of Gulayin under the cover of night, muttering to herself.

There are many similar organizations in the Southern Continent that aim to resist colonizers, such as the 'Return of Death', 'Red Earth Liberation', 'Gray Thorn Army', 'Great Serpent Society', and 'Blessed Society'.

Many of these organizations operate under the guise of resisting colonial rule but engage in cult activities, such as the 'Blessed Church' which originated in Intis; others are actually supported by various governments and aim to gather intelligence and carry out sabotage in the other country's colonies.

It was precisely because these organizations were of varying quality, and there was no single organization of sufficient purity and broad influence to lead them, that the people of the Southern Continent faced an exceptionally difficult path in resisting colonial rule.

"If that Independent Association is any good, I wouldn't mind helping them out..."

As a young woman from Earth who had received nine years of compulsory education, Liviel was extremely disgusted by colonial practices.

Admittedly, the advanced systems and technologies brought by colonists could, to some extent, promote the development of productivity in the colonies, but these benefits are insignificant compared to the enormous harm they caused.

Moreover, this world has mysticism and deities; technological productivity is not the only factor driving the development of civilization. What colonists seized was not limited to labor and raw materials, but also included something most important in this world:

faith.

The original inhabitants of East and West Bayron were not slaves of the Kingdom of Loen, the Empire of Intis, the Empire of Fussac, Lunburg, or Fennepot.

They were slaves of the Seven Gods.

Whether forced or voluntary, they had offered their faith to the seven gods, but the seven gods did not love their people equally.

Livre sighed deeply, and suddenly an idea popped into her head:

Once Klein has grown up, he can establish a church in the name of the Fool, providing shelter for the natives and the poor...

That's a good idea. As fellow time travelers, Klein and I share the same values.

Klein, Klein, you can grow stronger quickly and become a true god!

Before Livre could finish her reverie, she suddenly heard an urgent cry for help:

"Miss, please help me!"

Klein's voice traveled through the gray fog directly into Livre's mind, making her feel dizzy.

"That ambassador's men wanted to kill me!"

Klein explained his current predicament in a few simple words: Ambassador Beckeron of Intis had a powerful bodyguard named Rosago who had come to seek revenge on Klein.

Klein was not an imprudent man; he spent three hundred pounds to hire a bodyguard to protect him, but the Sequence 6 bodyguard was no match for Rosago.

Right now, it's definitely not realistic for Livia to teleport directly from the Southern Continent back to Backlund. What should they do? Could it be that the Church of the Fools is about to perish before it's even established?

With her mind racing, Livre didn't have time to set up the ritual and directly poured in a large amount of spiritual chanting:

"I!"

"Summoned in my name!"

"A spirit that wanders in illusion, a friendly creature that can be commanded, a messenger serving the Lord of the Little White."

A ghostly green flame emerged from the void, and four beautiful and radiant female heads emerged one after another. The last to emerge was the headless body of the messenger, dressed in an elaborate black dress.

"Miss Renette, could you..."

Livre stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

She had intended to have the messenger inform Miss Sharon to go and rescue Klein. But would that really work?

Leaving aside whether Miss Sharon would agree, even if she did, by the time she arrived at 15 Minsk Street where Klein was from Honest Man's Bar, Klein's body might already be cold.

The only one capable of instantly reaching Klein's side is a messenger who can traverse the spirit world, but can the messenger fight...?

After a moment's thought, and with a try-it-and-see attitude, Livre asked:

"Could you go to 15 Minsk Street and rescue someone for me? He's in grave danger and under attack."

After saying that, Livre felt a little ridiculous: she had actually asked a messenger for a battle request. Did the messenger think she was a fool?

However, to her surprise, the messenger didn't think much of it, and all four heads immediately nodded in unison:

"Can."

"Two thousand gold coins."

Livre was stunned; she hadn't expected the messenger to actually agree.

A few seconds later, she said happily:

"I will exchange the gold coins for you later. Now please hurry over there, the situation is very critical."

The messenger nodded slightly and turned to leave.

Just then, Livre suddenly remembered something and quickly reminded her:

"Be careful, the enemy we're dealing with is very likely to be at Sequence 5 or higher!"

The messenger girl gave Liviel a meaningful look with her four bright eyes, then turned and disappeared into the void without saying a word.

Livre stood there stunned for a few seconds before she came to her senses and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Can the messenger defeat the ambassador's henchmen?

She's just a messenger. Although she's very beautiful, seems aloof, and somewhat mysterious, none of that has anything to do with her combat abilities...

No, I should tell Miss Sharon too. In case Miss Messenger and Klein can't handle Rosago, we'll have to rely on Miss Sharon...

Livre began setting up the ceremony again, because this time she was summoning Miss Sharon's messenger, so she lit an extra candle and sprinkled more incense.

"I!"

"Summoned in my name!"

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

A cold wind blew by, turning the candlelight a dark, eerie green. Four bright, beautiful heads, along with the headless body of the messenger, emerged from the void one after another, their four pairs of eyes silently scrutinizing Livia without any emotion.

Livre paused for a second, then cried out urgently:

“Miss Renette, didn’t I tell you to protect Klein? Why are you still here…”

"Already dead."

The messenger interrupted Livre, and the four heads spoke in turn.