Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Janice was taken aback by his words, then shook her head with some regret:

"Oh dear, I thought it wouldn't be a problem to share some secrets with a dying person. After all, when I'm controlling my brother's puppet, I'm always infected by the hunter's aura and unconsciously want to provoke others..."

"Speaking of which, you actually broke my brother! Do you know how much I love him? Hmph... Since he's broken, then you'll take his place! Don't be afraid, I'm not going to turn you into a puppet, I just want you to help me satisfy my inner desires..."

As Janice spoke, her emotions became increasingly apparent, a strange feeling flickering in her eyes, as if she couldn't wait to pounce on Livr and devour her completely. She was beautiful and had a slender figure; though not a witch, she possessed a captivating and alluring charm.

A chill ran through Liviel, a feeling of being targeted. Although her body, due to the fallen tree spirit, instinctively craved fresh and delicious life, reason told her that this woman was extremely dangerous and not someone she could exploit.

She tentatively began, as if giving it a try:

"You say you're not a member of the Rose School, so what organization do you belong to? And why are you working for the Rose School?"

“Cooperation, cooperation… The Church of the Seven Gods is too powerful; this is no longer the time to fight alone. Although the Rose School people are not quite right in the head, they are a very good partner.” Janice said casually, but her eyes were constantly scrutinizing Michel. “As for the organization I belong to… well, it’s best not to say. You will find out when the time is right.”

She walked into the room seemingly casually, but in reality, several spiritual threads floated around her body, waving like tentacles.

“Now, let’s talk about this woman.” Janice turned her gaze to Michelle, her eyes filled with greedy cruelty. “She should have nothing to do with you. Give her to me, and give me that worm, and I can give you a reward.”

Upon hearing this, Michelle immediately cast a pleading look at Livre.

After a few seconds of silence, Livre slowly said:

"Can you tell me why you want her? Based on your answer, I might agree to your proposal."

"Miss Marilyn Monroe, no..."

Michelle cried out in terror, but her mouth was instantly sealed shut with silk thread by Livre, leaving her only able to make muffled sounds.

Janice smiled slyly and said somewhat casually:

“It’s alright to tell you. The Tinicol family has ruled the Highlands for a thousand years. Their blood has long acquired a certain mystical significance, becoming a key to unlock a certain door.”

“There are very few remaining Tinicol people. Apart from that angel, I estimate that only this Ms. Michelle is left. You can’t expect me to go to that angel to borrow some blood, can you?”

Livre pondered for a moment and asked:

How much blood is needed?

Janice raised an eyebrow slightly:

"It's not certain. Perhaps just a few drops will be enough, or perhaps even draining all the blood from this lady's body wouldn't be enough... You're asking a lot of questions. Although I like you a lot, I won't satisfy your insatiable curiosity until you officially give yourself to me."

"Thank you for your understanding," Livre said, feigning politeness. "I'll just ask one last question: what's behind that door you want to open with the blood of the Tinicol family?"

Upon hearing this, Janice gave a meaningful smile:

Do you think I would tell you something this important?

“You will,” Livre said calmly. “Perhaps we can cooperate again, and I can help you. Even if you are hostile to other resistance groups, at least we have the military as a common enemy.”

Janice's beautiful eyes lost focus slightly, and she lowered her head as if lost in thought.

After a long while, she finally raised her head, her eyes brightening again:

"The Luen military has unearthed a tomb from the Highland Kingdom era in the Pass River Valley. It is an important mausoleum of the Highland royal family, and several demigod-level powerhouses are buried inside."

"A mausoleum? Could it be the Crystal Palace! They've discovered the Crystal Palace!"

Michelle, unaware that she had somehow broken free of the silk thread binding her mouth, cried out in surprise.

"No wonder they are descendants of the Tinicol family; they even know such secrets."

Janice praised him and continued:

"The military has already exhumed a Sequence 4 mummy from the mausoleum; however, several other, more powerful mummies are hidden deeper within, where a 'Cursed Gate' is sealed, which can only be opened with the blood of a descendant of the Tinicol family..."

"Wait! You can't open the Crystal Palace! It's a legacy of the Highlands Kingdom that's been passed down for thousands of years!"

Michelle was extremely anxious and, disregarding her fear of Janice, spoke up to stop the other party's attempt.

Janice's eyes turned cold, and she said disdainfully:

"A thousand-year-old tradition? That kind of thing is meaningless in the face of reality. It is precisely because of this outdated and corrupt view that many indigenous organizations act in a ridiculous way and pose no threat to the colonists."

She continued her criticism without holding back:

“Even if we don’t open the ‘Gate of Curses,’ the angels of Rune or Intis will soon arrive in the Southern Continent and forcibly open the ‘Gate of Curses’ by some means. At that time, the mummies that the Highland Kingdom has inherited for thousands of years will still fall into the hands of the colonists.”

Suddenly remembering something, Livre asked in surprise:

"Recently, Ruen and Intis have had a tense relationship. Is it because they are fighting for ownership of Crystal Palace?"

“That’s certainly part of the reason,” Janice nodded. “However, the root cause is the increasingly sharp contradictions and conflicts of interest among the colonists; those mummies were just the trigger.”

Michelle, who had been listening intently, had a cold expression, her eyes swirling with resentment and pain. After a long silence, she spoke resolutely:

“You’re right. If this continues, our ancestors’ remains will only end up in the hands of the colonists…”

She looked at Janice and said, word by word:

“I’ll go with you to the Crystal Palace. You can use my blood to open the ‘Gate of Curses,’ even if you drain all the blood from my body.”

Janice raised an eyebrow in surprise, and said with a mix of sarcasm and admiration:

"Oh? I really didn't expect you to have such awareness."

“However, I have one condition.” Michelle changed the subject. “After opening the ‘Gate of Curses,’ you must hand over the most powerful mummy to Miss Monroe. As for the rest, you can… you can take them…”

Michelle gritted her teeth as she spoke, saying that as a descendant of Tinicol, making such a blasphemous decision about her ancestors caused her immense pain.

Livre, standing to the side, also opened her mouth in surprise. She knew that Michelle wanted to sacrifice herself to give Miss Messenger a chance to repair her body!

The Tinicol family—what a heartbreaking story…

"I don't think you have the leverage to negotiate."

Janice spoke expressionlessly, but the next second, she suddenly chuckled softly:

"However, you want a mummy to repair that angel's body, right? In that case, I might as well grant your request. After all, the existence of such an angel can keep the colonists of Rune and the madmen of the Rose School in check."

At this point, Livre believed that Janice was indeed not a member of the Rose School, and that the Rose School would never allow the Messenger, as the leader of the Temperance faction, to be restored.

Of course, it's also possible that Janice is deceiving people; she's very good at controlling her expressions, and even actress Livre couldn't detect any changes in her emotions.

Michelle's eyes lit up at his words, then dimmed again, and she nodded slightly.

"Alright, once we arrive at the Crystal Palace, I'll be at your disposal..."

"Good, very good. Looking at your pitiful appearance, I'm even a little tempted to possess you."

Janice smiled broadly, a captivating emotion welling up in her eyes. Taking advantage of this moment, Liver spoke up:

"I have one more condition: in the future, the Independence Council shall not attack those who are bound, and the two sides can form a united front to overthrow the rule of the colonizers."

“You really know how to seize an opportunity…” Janice muttered with slight dissatisfaction. “This condition isn’t unreasonable, but I don’t have the right to agree to it. It depends on the opinions of those madmen from the Rose School. However, I can try to persuade them for you. Also, give me back that worm.”

Livre was satisfied with the result and nodded, saying:

"After I get the mummy, I'll return the worm to you... What is that worm? You seem quite interested in it?"

Janice had no intention of hiding anything from Livril's thirst for knowledge, and frankly stated:

“That is part of my mythical creature form… If that angel had not transformed it, simply looking at it would have caused serious harm to any extraordinary being below the level of a demigod.”

Mythical creatures? After ascending to demigod status, extraordinary beings come into contact with divinity and gain the ability to transform their bodies into the form of mythical creatures.

However, the diviner's mythical creature form is a worm, how disgusting... I wonder what the witch's mythical creature form is...

Liviel pondered and formed a loose agreement with Janice. However, Janice had an overwhelming advantage in strength, while Liviel had the messenger as her backup, so the agreement was barely considered balanced.

“Very good, ladies, I hope our cooperation will go smoothly... Now, let’s get started.”

Janice smiled and flicked her finger, causing a pale yellow crystal necklace to sway in the air, creating an illusory scene.

Chapter 227 The Vulgar Fortune Teller

In the image reflected by the citrine, the dark and deep mausoleum unfolds layer by layer, and the damp, thousand-year-old chill permeates through the illusory light and shadow. The ancient runes of the Highland Kingdom engraved on the stone walls on both sides are dim and mottled. At the end of the mausoleum stands a majestic and ancient stone gate, which is the legendary 'Gate of Curses'.

Each of the two stone gates is inlaid with a silver mirror, its surface shimmering with a dark luster, like a bottomless maw waiting to suck fresh blood.

Livre surveyed the scene, then asked somewhat warily:

"Leaving now? In such a hurry?"

“Of course,” Janice said, staring at Michelle. “Humans have never lacked the courage and spirit of sacrifice that burst forth in a moment of impulse, but who can guarantee that Ms. Tinicole will still be willing to donate blood tomorrow, given the fear of the erosion of time?”

Upon hearing this, Michelle blushed and opened her lips slightly, wanting to refute the other party, but then felt her throat tighten, as if she couldn't say anything powerful in response.

She herself began to have doubts, wondering if she had made the decision to sacrifice herself on a whim.

As Janice swung the citrine pendulum to magnify the images in the two mirrors, she said:

"I know you have the ability to travel using mirrors. It's about 150 kilometers from here to the Crystal Palace underground. Can the three of us be teleported there together using the image in this mirror?"

Seeing Livre's surprised expression, Janice added with a smile:

“There is nothing a fortune teller does not know, and besides, you have demonstrated the power of the mirror to me many times… Answer my questions honestly, do not lie, for lies will be exposed before me as well.”

Fortune tellers are such a hassle...

Liviel grumbled to herself, secretly calculating that her current maximum distance for mirror travel was around 2000 kilometers. If she were to carry two more people, the distance would be around 500 kilometers. Among them, Michelle was only a Sequence 7 prisoner, while Janice was a demigod. Even if teleporting a demigod required more spiritual energy, it shouldn't consume more than half of her spiritual energy...

However, I don't know how well Miss Messenger has recovered. If we can't summon Miss Messenger in the Crystal Palace, it would mean we're completely under Janice's control, which is unacceptable.

After a moment's thought, Livre asked:

"What enemies and potential dangers exist within Crystal Palace? To be more comprehensive, include the military and those left behind by the Tinicol family. Don't try to hide anything; I can see through any lies."

Although her acting skills couldn't read Janice's facial expressions, it didn't stop her from intimidating her.

Janice said casually:

"A demigod of the Arbitration Path is stationed in the Crystal Palace. She is a Sequence 4 Law Mage belonging to MI9. Her existence is not public and is one of Rune's top secrets. As for the danger left by the Tinicol family... it's nothing. Those mummies may turn into zombies due to disturbances from certain spiritual forces, but the probability is very low and can be ignored."

Liviel was somewhat surprised to hear this. She had always thought that Rune only had one demigod, Governor Tibert, in the Southern Continent. In fact, there were two. This was understandable, as the interests of the Southern Continent were quite important, and it was normal for the kingdom to have some covert arrangements.

As for whether there are demigods in the church in the Southern Continent, Liviel had no idea.

If it were just one demigod from MI9, I and Janice should be able to handle it. So, the main threat actually comes from Janice; we need to prevent her from double-crossing us.

After a moment's thought, she spoke defiantly:

"I need to do a divination to confirm something."

Janice frowned upon hearing this, looking somewhat angry:

"How dare you say such things in front of a fortune teller... It's ridiculous... What do you want to divine? The outcome of this operation? Don't worry, I've already divined it for you."

Livre was pleased with Janice's reaction; nothing was more enjoyable than provoking a demigod in their area of ​​expertise.

She shrugged and said casually:

"Why are you so controlling? Is it because you manipulate puppets too much? Maybe I just want to predict tomorrow's weather."

Janice's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something in rebuttal, but in the end she held back, only letting out a muffled groan:

"Fine, whatever you do with the divination, this Ms. Tinicol must be under my control."

As she spoke, she walked over to Michelle and reached out to stroke her face in a somewhat ambiguous manner, making Michelle feel uneasy and disgusted, after all, the other party had just been trying to do something bad to her.

"Whatever you want..."

Livre wasn't worried that Janice would do anything bad to Michelle again, since she had already achieved her goal and there was no need to harm Michelle anymore.

She held up the sapphire ring and, under Jenny's gaze, entered the mirror world, where she was confident she wouldn't be monitored by Jenny.

After a brief arrangement, Livre chanted the incantation to summon the messenger. A few seconds later, the surrounding space rippled, and the messenger's four heads emerged one after another. Her skin looked paler than before, and the elaborate black dress she wore was slightly wrinkled.

As soon as it landed, all four of its eyebrows furrowed, and it said in a disdainful tone:

“A place of evil, heart, and evil.”

Disgust... does it refer to the world in the mirror?

Liviel didn't seem to care too much, and asked rather excitedly:

“Miss Renette, have you recovered successfully? Next, we will go to the Crystal Palace with that demigod fortune teller. If all goes well, we can obtain a demigod-level mummy. During this process, I hope to have your protection.”

Upon hearing this, the messenger's eyes immediately revealed a complex emotion:

"Water, Crystal, Palace..."

The messenger looked very sad. Could she be experiencing other emotions? As an angel who had lived for thousands of years, some of the mummies buried in the Crystal Palace might be the messenger's ancestors, and some might even be her descendants...

However, a few seconds later, the messenger's four heads nodded simultaneously:

"it is good……"