Mystery: The Witch of Desire

She quietly activated her invisibility ability and looked out the window. She saw Fors and Hugh lying on a double bed in the small room. It was just dawn, and the two were still asleep.

However, the fact that the two slept at opposite ends of the bed suggests that they were only sharing a bed due to limited space, and not because...

Livre watched with a hint of disappointment. She couldn't understand the nature of the relationship between these two best friends. Fors had portrayed their story so well in "Women of Desire," and Livre simply couldn't believe that she hadn't drawn inspiration from it in real life.

……

As Liviel thought about it, a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

She subtly activated her spirituality.

…………

They glanced at each other, then quickly and tacitly turned their heads away at the same time, their already rosy cheeks becoming even redder.

"Um, Fors, did you have a nightmare...?"

Hugh broke the awkward silence first, stammering a question of concern to Fors. Fors' eyes darted away for a moment, then she quickly nodded:

"Ah, um, yes, yes, ugh... what a scary nightmare..."

Liviel watched this and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her ability had once again increased by one point without her even realizing it.

…………

In that instant, Liviel felt signs that the potion in her body was being digested.

At the same time, she also summarized the first rule of role-playing for pleasure:

The Witch of Pleasure is someone who brings joy to others.

However, at the very moment of contact, Hugh suddenly trembled, and some important things came to mind:

Fors had previously mentioned that Miss Marilyn Monroe possessed a magical ability to manipulate other people's desires. The current situation is very similar to when Fors was being manipulated. Although my desires are not as strong, they are clearly beyond the normal range.

She shoved Fors aside, looked around, and shouted:

"Miss Marilyn Monroe, is that you?"

Livre, who was enjoying the play, was startled and then felt a little embarrassed.

Under these circumstances, it would be inappropriate for her to continue.

Livre coughed softly, then gracefully leaped out of the window, revealing her true form:

Good morning, ladies! Today is a truly delightful day!

Fors stared in utter shock, her mouth agape.

"Miss Marilyn Monroe, you, you just now..."

Livre said with a sincere expression:

"Me? What happened to me? I just got here. What, did you dream about me?"

She subtly used her persuasive abilities to make the two women psychologically accept the claim that she had only just arrived.

At this moment, the two women exchanged a glance, both seeing panic and embarrassment in each other's eyes. Fors anxiously began to explain:

"Hugh, there was a mosquito on your face just now!"

Hugh was taken aback, then quickly echoed:

"Ah, yes, yes, there are just too many mosquitoes in the East District. They've been driving me crazy these past few days!"

Livre smiled gently, without pointing out the truth to the two women.

She found an open space in the small room, sat down gracefully, and said:

"I have some good news to tell you."

Upon hearing this, Fors and Hugh both perked up their ears and looked at Livre.

Livre didn't keep them in suspense and said directly:

"Clavel is dead."

Fors was startled by what he heard, and found it hard to believe:

"Cleville? The inspector who interrogated me?!"

“Yes.” Livre nodded. “Your detention was orchestrated by Clive. The police haven’t issued an arrest warrant for you, so you should be safe now. As long as you don’t reveal your real name, there shouldn’t be any major problems.”

Fors' voice trembled with excitement:

"He's dead! That's great! Just thinking about his deep voice terrifies me! I've had nightmares about it so many times. Now that he's dead, it's wonderful!"

Immediately, as if she had thought of something, she asked:

"Miss Monroe, you didn't kill him, did you?"

Livr smiled slightly, not answering directly, but instead looking at Hugh:

“Ms. Hugh, now we can discuss the trip to Tingen…”

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp, intense pain shot through Livre's lower abdomen, as if countless tiny insects were frantically gnawing at her inside, or as if a chaotic force was violently churning within her. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her vision went black for a moment. She felt a surge of heat in her body, and then blood trickled down her knees.

Hugh and Fors were startled and quickly went to help Livia up and lay her down on the bed.

Fors looked at the blood between her legs and asked in surprise:

"Miss Monroe, are you menstruating? ...Do you have a history of menstrual cramps?"

A blush instantly spread across Livre's cheeks, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. Of course, she knew she had started her period, but she knew that her sudden heaviness was not simply due to menstrual cramps. The restlessness and pain emanating from deep within her abdomen were far more intense and bizarre than a normal physiological response.

She instinctively pressed her lower abdomen, clearly feeling the throbbing inside. An evil and filthy force was churning within, like a maggot gnawing at her uterus, bringing waves of excruciating dull pain.

Chapter 129 We must eliminate all harmful pests.

As the strange sensation in her lower abdomen spread, Liviel gradually realized: it was the residue of the witch's potion. The Sequence 7 Extraordinary trait that Chick had given her seemed to be more abundant than normal Extraordinary trait, resulting in some residual Extraordinary trait remaining in her body after digesting a dose of the witch's potion. And after ascending to the state of Bliss, this residual power erupted, beginning to backfire on her body.

She closed her eyes, forcibly suppressing the discomfort within her body. She had already made up her mind: the most important thing right now was to properly digest the remaining extraordinary properties, fully control the power of Sequence 6, and eliminate the potential for backlash. Only after the potion was completely digested and her body returned to normal could she return to Tingen with peace of mind.

After resting for a moment, Livre slowly sat up and said to Hugh:

“I’m sorry, Ms. Hugh, I was planning to go to Tingen with you, but it seems I need some time to rest.”

Hugh walked over with a glass of warm water and handed it to Livre without the slightest hesitation.

“No problem, Miss Marilyn, I can wait for you.”

She paused, then added:

“That person has been in Tingen for so long, he probably won’t be moving anytime soon. Just focus on getting better and don’t worry.”

Fors nodded in agreement and casually tucked the blanket around Livre.

"Yes, Miss Monroe, your health is the most important thing. If you don't rest properly, you might develop a chronic condition of uterine coldness. You don't have any sanitary pads yet, do you? I have some new ones here..."

Liver blushed as she accepted Fors's services. As a modern woman, she had too much knowledge about physiology and hygiene that she didn't understand.

After resting for a while, Livr felt much better. Looking at the sun high in the sky, she remembered Jim's reminder:

"Fors, Hugh, there's a human trafficker named Arles here. He seems to have his eye on you. You'd better leave as soon as possible."

"Human traffickers?!"

Upon hearing this, Xiu's eyes widened, his hands clenched into fists, and he spoke with the unique authority of an arbitrator:

"Why leave? I've been hoping to run into some scumbags. I'll make those bastards regret ever being born!"

As expected of an arbitrator...

Livre nodded approvingly and smiled:

"Of course it's not because I'm afraid of them, but because I've prepared a great gift for them. If you were here, I wouldn't be able to use my skills effectively. Besides, I have a task to entrust to you."

"A commission? What commission?"

Fors asked with some curiosity.

Livre said:

"First, we need to find a spacious place to stay, enough for the three of us to stay for a while."

"Second, go to 136 Eighty-Fifth Street and find a family. They have a daughter named Beatrice."

"Third, find out which other human traffickers and thugs who oppress the people are in this area, and compile their information, such as their residences, for me."

Fors and Hugh readily agreed. Since Livre had saved Fors once before, they were naturally happy to help.

But Livre didn't intend to let them work for nothing. She gave Hugh a mysterious smile and said:

"Ms. Hugh, do you have the recipe for a Sequence 8 Sheriff?"

Xiu nodded and said:

"I bought one before, but it almost used up all my savings, so I haven't had any money to buy the main ingredients for potions since."

Livre laughed:

"No problem, once you've helped me complete these three tasks, I will naturally provide you with the main materials for the sheriff."

Upon hearing this, Xiu's eyes widened in surprise:

"The sheriff's main material? Miss Marilyn, you're not kidding me, are you?"

“How could that be?” Livre explained with a smile. “Before setting off for Tingen, I also hoped that my companions could advance to Sequence 8, which would provide them with more security.”

“Ms. Monroe, in that case, I’d like to express my gratitude to you in advance.”

Hugh bowed excitedly to Livre and, full of enthusiasm, pulled Fors out to go about their business.

Livre watched them leave, then made some preparations before lying down to rest.

At night, darkness enveloped the area, and the entire neighborhood was devoid of lights, except for a few small workshops that were still burning oil lamps, working day and night to keep up with the work.

After a day of rest, Liviel felt much better physically, but if she didn't fully digest those extra extraordinary traits, they would still be a hidden danger that could erupt at any time.

Just then, she heard rustling footsteps and hushed conversations coming from the stairwell.

"Dave, it's this way, the innermost room on the second floor!"

"Those two girls are extremely beautiful, one tall and one short, both are top-notch, they'll definitely fetch a good price!"

The human traffickers are here...

Liviel slowly rose from the bed, her figure swaying gently in the hazy moonlight. She now wore a deathly pale face and a pristine white dress that trailed to the floor, making her appear to float in mid-air. She stood silently in the room, her eyes fixed on the doorway, a cold and eerie aura surrounding her, like a lifeless puppet, motionless.

A moment later, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a creak as the dilapidated wooden door was roughly pushed open. A burly man with a ruddy complexion poked his head in, his gaze sweeping across the room. When it landed on Livr, who stood quietly, he froze, instinctively taking a step back and letting out a swear cry:

"Holy crap! What...what is this thing?!"

He had never seen such a bizarre woman before. She wore a white dress, her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were empty, and she stood there motionless. Her aura was chillingly cold, and she didn't seem like a living person at all.

Livr remained motionless, her head slightly lowered, her long hair falling down to cover most of her face, revealing only a section of her scarlet eyes, which she stared intently at the human trafficker in front of her through the gaps in her hair.

At that moment, laughter erupted from several of the red-faced man's companions behind him. Someone shoved him, their tone full of mockery and encouragement.

"What are you afraid of? She's just a woman. Look at how frail she looks, she's probably scared out of her wits. What, does she think she can eat you? Hurry up and tie her up. If you delay things, the boss will deal with you!"

Provoked by his companion, the red-faced man's fear was instantly replaced by rage. He gritted his teeth, spat fiercely, and mustered his courage to step forward again, staring fiercely at Livia, reaching out to grab her arm.

"You filthy woman, stop playing tricks and come with me!"

Just as his fingertips were about to touch Liviel's sleeve, Liviel's figure suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into thin air, leaving only her empty white dress in the room, which slowly drifted to the ground.

The red-faced man's hand froze in mid-air, his fierce expression instantly solidifying, replaced by extreme fear. He instinctively glanced around, his voice trembling:

"Where are they? Where did they go?"

Before he could react, he heard a soft breathing sound behind him. He turned around abruptly and saw Livia standing quietly behind him, a trickle of dark red blood slowly escaping from the corner of her mouth, sliding down her pale cheek and dripping onto her white dress. Her long hair was lifted by an invisible force and then suddenly covered her face, revealing only a pair of deep, empty eyes that exuded a chilling aura.

"Ah—! A ghost!" The red-faced man was so frightened that he let out a shrill scream. His legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground, retreating backward with his eyes filled with terror.

The man's companions froze on the spot as they watched Livia disappear and reappear out of thin air. Their arrogance was instantly replaced by fear, and they trembled with fear. They wanted to run, but their bodies seemed to be covered by a cold aura, and they couldn't move at all.

Liviel's figure swayed again, her fingertips glowing with faint black flames that bloomed into several delicate black flowers, which slowly drifted towards the human traffickers.

She let out a long, silvery laugh, which sounded particularly eerie in the quiet night.

"You all must die!"

The human traffickers were terrified and fled in panic.

But behind them, strange and mysterious black flowers quietly floated in mid-air, following them unhurriedly, precisely matching the speed at which they fled, steadily approaching little by little.

Soon, everyone was gripped by extreme terror: no matter how hard they tried to accelerate and run, or how frantically they changed lanes to dodge, the small black flowers always kept a distance from them, hovering silently behind them, like a hunter slowly toying with its dying prey, giving them no hope of escape.