Mystery: The Witch of Desire

“He went to Sonia Island and received intelligence that his son was lurking there.”

Liviel was taken aback, feeling a mix of emotions.

……

Leaving Paria, Liver took a horse-drawn carriage to 52 Champagne Street in Hillston—the home of Luna Bell and her husband, Mr. Bell.

On the carriage, Livre used the mirror to perform a divination: there would be risks in going to Luna Bell's house to investigate.

The divination result indicates that there is some danger, but the degree is still acceptable.

Liviel was used to this outcome and continued on to Luna Bell's house. If the divination showed no danger or great danger, she would definitely turn around and leave without hesitation.

About half an hour later, the carriage stopped at the corner near 52 Champs-Élysées.

Liviel paid the fare, stepped off the carriage, and activated her invisibility ability in a secluded corner where no one was watching.

She raised her hand and made a vague gesture in front of her, then gently sprinkled a small amount of spiritual powder with her other hand. Her figure slowly disappeared into the misty light.

Driven by the spiritual powder, the invisibility effect became increasingly meticulous and subtle, almost completely concealing its own aura without leaving a trace.

If Luna Bell had used the spiritual powder to conceal herself when she infiltrated Paria, she probably wouldn't have been detected at all. However, this spiritual powder is quite expensive, and Luna Bell certainly wouldn't use it lightly.

Under the cover of darkness, Livre quietly approached the magnificent three-story garden villa at No. 52 Champagne Street.

Although this mansion is slightly smaller than Mr. Teyvat's mansion in Tingen, its location in the heart of Backlund, where land is incredibly valuable, makes it worth several times more.

Even though Luna Bell was a renowned writer, her royalties alone could not support such extravagant expenses. It was only thanks to her husband, Mr. Bell, who ran a medium-sized food company that the family was considered wealthy.

However, compared to Luna Bell's many lovers behind the scenes, Mr. Bell's wealth seems insignificant.

For this reason, Mr. Bell was constantly ridiculed by the upper class and earned an unsavory reputation.

Ultimately, it's all because he married a witch.

Livre sighed inwardly, shook her head slightly, and with a swift movement, silently slipped through the gate of mansion number 52.

Slowly creeping to the side of the villa's main building, Liviel could clearly see the scene in the living room through the clear French windows: Mr. Bell was sitting comfortably on the sofa, leisurely sipping hot tea and flipping through the newspaper, but Luna Bell was nowhere to be seen.

A moment later, Luna Bell emerged slowly, attended by her maid. Her bright and gorgeous dress accentuated her graceful figure. She walked up to Mr. Bell, seemingly wanting him to critique her outfit.

Mr. Bell put down his newspaper, his lips moved slightly as if he were saying something, but he was too far away to hear what he was saying.

After hearing this, Luna turned around and went back to the dressing room. A short while later, she changed into a new outfit and came out again, still standing gracefully in front of her husband, waiting for his comments.

This process was repeated several times. Each time Luna appeared, her makeup was exquisite, her clothes were gorgeous, and each outfit had its own unique charm, making her stunningly beautiful.

Livre couldn't help but sigh. If Mr. Bell knew that his wife had just had sex with someone several times that afternoon, and that her moans could be heard clearly through the soundproof walls, she wondered what he would think.

At that moment, an elegant carriage stopped in front of Villa No. 52. Livre looked up and saw a tall, burly man in black get out of the carriage.

"Clevill!"

Liviel was startled, not expecting Clive to come to Lunabell's house tonight. But this also made sense; there was indeed some conspiracy between them.

Clive arrived at the front door with practiced ease, and the doorman opened the door without asking any questions, clearly indicating that this was not his first time visiting Luna Bell's house.

The servant opened the door for Clive and welcomed him into the main building. After Clive entered, a small pebble rolled in from somewhere and got stuck in the door crack. The servant knelt down, cleared the pebble away, and closed the door again.

However, in that brief moment, the invisible Livre had already slipped through the doorway and entered the hall, maintaining a safe distance of more than ten meters from Clive.

"Welcome, Mr. Cleverville."

Mr. Bell stood up and welcomed Claire.

Clive returned the greeting by removing his top hat and expertly taking off his black trench coat, which he then handed to a servant standing nearby.

He exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Bell, but his gaze remained fixed on Mrs. Luna Bell, who was wearing a newly changed lace dress that revealed half of her breasts and snow-white back, making her look very sexy.

No matter what, staring at someone's husband like that is going too far, isn't it?

Liviel stood nervously in the corner of the living room, watching the three people with a strange atmosphere from afar. Luna Bell did not look at her, probably because she did not notice her invisibility, and the Arbitrator's Path did not seem to be more spiritual than the witch, so Clive would probably have even less chance of finding her.

"Mrs. Bell looks absolutely stunning tonight."

After chatting for a while, Clive finally seemed unable to contain himself and directly praised Mrs. Luna Bell. To praise a married woman in this way in front of her husband outside of a banquet was not just impolite; it was provocative!

Livre quickly stared at Mr. Bell, wondering if he would succumb to the humiliation and erupt in anger at being cuckolded. However, Mr. Bell not only didn't explode, but instead chuckled and said:

"Yes, I personally picked out this outfit for Luna."

Luna Bell also gazed lovingly at her husband:

“Darling, you have excellent taste. Mr. Clever will love it.”

What? ? ?

Just as Livre was wondering if she had misheard, Clive suddenly stood up and invited Luna Bell to dance a duet.

Livre felt like her eyes were about to malfunction. She turned to look at Mr. Bell in horror, only to be shocked to find that the somewhat overweight gentleman had also stood up from the sofa, ran to the French windows, and drawn the curtains.

Then he stood aside, watching with interest as Clive and his wife danced a duet.

Before long, the beautiful dance melody filled the entire villa. Mrs. Bell was sweating profusely from dancing, and Clive thoughtfully helped her take off her evening gown and tossed it to Mr. Bell, who was standing to the side.

Mr. Bell quickly caught it, holding the evening gown, still warm from his wife's body, to his chest, his face full of enjoyment, as if he were personally participating in Clive's dance with his wife.

As time passed and the dance moves changed, Livre went from initial shock to numbness, and then to appreciating it with great interest, all within an hour.

When she was infected and saw herself getting excited, she was surprised to find that some of the potion in her body had been digested!

In that instant, in a moment of enlightenment, she summarized the second rule of the witch's role.

At its core, the witch is about indulgence and absurdity.

Amid her excitement, Livre couldn't help but sigh. She had already absorbed a portion of the potion just by watching, so how much potion must Mrs. Luna Bell, who was dancing herself, have absorbed?

About an hour later, Clive and Mrs. Luna Bell finished their dance.

Mr. Bell, who was standing nearby, quickly poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Claire with a fawning smile:

"Thanks for your hard work."

Clive took the tea, took a sip, and smiled:

"Your wife is a really good dancer."

Mr. Bell said enviously:

"It's a pity that I've lost the ability to dance, otherwise, I would love to experience it properly."

Luna Bell, her face still flushed, wrapped her arms around Mr. Bell's neck and said affectionately in a coquettish tone:

"You'll always be the best in my heart, darling."

After saying that, she moved her rosy cherry lips towards Mr. Bell and kissed him.

After a passionate kiss with her husband, Luna Bell said tenderly:

“I need to speak with Mr. Clever about some work matters, dear. Could you excuse me for a moment?”

Mr. Bell nodded and smiled:

"Okay, you two chat, I'm going to the study."

Livre was speechless: She knew to send her husband away when discussing work, but why wasn't she hiding from him while dancing? Was Mr. Bell part of your scheme?! Hmm, it really was…

Mr. Bell strode up the stairs with his short, stocky legs and whispered in the servant's ear:

"Bring the mummy powder to the study in a little while."

He thought he was speaking very quietly, but unfortunately, the other three people in the hall were all extraordinary beings with keen senses. Even Livre, who was in the far corner, heard him, not to mention Luna Bell and Claire.

Luna Bell and Clive exchanged a glance and smiled mockingly. At that moment, even Livre felt sorry for Mr. Bell.

The couple, who had just finished dancing, sat on the sofa, snuggling close together and began to talk.

How are your preparations going?

Luna Bell breathed lazily, calming her racing heart from the intense exercise, and asked first.

A look of pride appeared on Clive's face:

“I’ve rounded up all the homeless people in the Joewood district these past few days. I can give you at least 120 people, all of whom are still quite resilient.”

Luna Bell nodded in satisfaction:

"Now that we have enough people, let's get started as soon as possible, lest things get complicated."

Clive smiled meaningfully:

"No rush, what about the promised payment?"

Upon hearing this, Luna Bell leaned her voluptuous body closer to Clive's embrace, and said coquettishly:

"I am entirely yours, you can use me as you please, what more do you want in return?"

Clive, however, was not swayed by her beauty; his eyes still gleamed with shrewdness.

"Sleeping with you, who knows who'll get the better deal! Don't forget, I'll also be in charge of the perimeter security. I'm taking such a huge risk, so you have to give me that thing, right?"

Luna Bell let out a soft snort and pounded Clive's chest, saying:

"It was just a test for you, look at how greedy you are! Here, everything is already prepared for you."

As she spoke, she pulled a delicate package from under the soaking wet sofa and tossed it to Clive:

"The horn of the shimmering black serpent and the dust of the spirit of the lake are all inside. Once you gather the necessary auxiliary materials, you can concoct the interrogator's potion."

Clive excitedly took the package, opened it, and immediately beamed with joy:

"Good, good, with these materials, I can finally be promoted to interrogator. I've been stuck as a sheriff for who knows how many years. Humph, with the meager salary from the police station, I'll never get promoted in my lifetime!"

Luna Bell stood up with a smile, moving freely with her dance steps while humming to herself:

"I'm already looking forward to the final chapter."

"The play began in front of hundreds of audience members, and the lead actress playing the witch took the stage."

"However, what the audience doesn't know is that beneath the heroine's beautiful and alluring exterior lies nothing more than a puppet whose heart has stopped beating."

"At the climax of the drama, the real witch emerges from the darkness and plunges her claws into the heroine's chest!"

"Amidst the uproar of terror, blood gushed forth, a curse descended, but the drama continued."

"All the spectators become sacrifices, their fears become nourishment for evil, and their lives push evil to its climax!"

"With such abundant nourishment, I will take the potion while playing the role of a witch to enhance my pleasure."

Clive also stood up excitedly, embraced Luna Bell, and the two naked people spontaneously danced.

He said in a rapturous tone:

"You are truly the greatest screenwriter in history, and I will be your loyal guardian. My officers will lock up the three-story theater so securely that not even a fly can get out!"

Luna Bell raised her eyes, gazing tenderly at Clive, and said:

"Once I advance to the level of Pleasure, I will let you experience the most wonderful pleasure in the world. How about it, are you looking forward to it?"

A greedy lust rekindled in Clive's eyes, and he roused himself:

"I can't wait! I want to taste it again right now!"

Luna Bell playfully patted Clive on the shoulder:

"What do you know? Once I'm promoted, my charm will be on an even higher level..."

Her alluring gaze drifted toward the large floor-to-ceiling window.

Clive smiled knowingly, picked up Luna Bell, and walked towards the French windows.

"Go and call Mr. Bell down!"

Chapter 125 Fierce Battle with Lunabell

Even at this moment, Luna Bell, who was perched on the window, did not forget Mr. Bell.

A moment later, the servant called Mr. Bell down from the study. He looked somewhat dejected, and his trousers were covered in shimmering mummy powder. Clearly, his attempt had not been very successful.

However, the view by the floor-to-ceiling window quickly caught his eye, and he excitedly ran over to cheer on Clive and his wife.

In a corner, after watching erotic scenes all night, Livre finally got the information she wanted.

Luna Bell has already digested most of the potion, and she wants to use her role as a witch and the fear of all the audience to fully digest it in the atmosphere of the dramatic climax, take the potion, and ascend to pleasure.

It must be said that it was indeed an excellent setting for taking a magic potion.

Livre felt heavy-hearted. She had to stop Luna Bell and couldn't let them take lives so recklessly!