Mystery: The Witch of Desire

One of the traffickers was the first to run out of energy. His legs went weak, and he could no longer run. He staggered to a stop, clutching his knees and panting heavily. Just as he stopped, a black flower suddenly accelerated and rushed towards him, bursting forth with chilling black flames that instantly engulfed his entire body. His piercing scream was cut short, and in an instant, the man was burned beyond recognition, turning into a stiff, charred corpse that collapsed to the ground.

The remaining people, witnessing this scene, were terrified and dared not linger for even a moment. They could only grit their teeth and run forward with all their might, until they exhausted their last bit of strength and their legs completely collapsed to the ground.

They trembled in endless fear and despair, watching helplessly as the black flowers slowly surrounded them, the chilling flames engulfing them, until finally they were reduced to scattered ashes and vanished into the night.

During this process, Liviel clearly felt that the remaining witch's potion in her body was being digested little by little. Those evil and filthy powers, along with the cold aura and eerie illusions she released, slowly merged into her own spirituality. The foreign sensation in her lower abdomen gradually lessened, and the restlessness in her uterus also calmed down considerably.

She casually summoned the spirit of a human trafficker, and questioned him with icy coldness:

Where is Arles?

……

After some questioning, Livre was slightly surprised to find that this Arles actually lived on Minsk Street in the Joewood district, not far from Livre's previous residence; in addition, he possessed excellent fighting skills, scales would appear on his body after drinking alcohol, and he was an excellent swimmer. Based on this, Livre judged that he should be a Sequence 9 of the Sailor Path, which was not surprising, as some famous gang leaders could indeed be low-sequence extraordinary individuals.

As Livre cleaned up the mess, she planned to visit her 'neighbor' the following evening.

The next day, Fors and Hugh returned. As soon as they entered the room, they felt the lingering chill, as if it were a haunted house where several people had died.

Fors asked with some confusion:

"Miss Monroe, were there any human traffickers here last night?"

Livre gave a somewhat eerie smile:

"Who knows? It seems like I've been here before, but it also seems like I haven't."

Seeing her like that, Fors couldn't help but shudder.

Xiu sorted out his thoughts and said seriously:

“Miss Monroe, we have completed the task you assigned us. We have rented a house at 25 19th Street in the East End, which is a central location in the eastern part of the East End. There are various shops nearby, making it convenient to purchase supplies. I have compiled some information on the human traffickers and have entrusted my informant in the East End to investigate. I have also found out about Beatrice's case. There is indeed a family with a daughter named Beatrice who has been missing for several months. This family has moved to 85 64th Street. If you would like to go, I can take you there.”

Perfect execution!

Livre couldn't help but clap her hands in admiration. She had to admit that Hugh's execution was far superior to that of the lazy Ms. Fors!

She said with satisfaction:

“Very good, Ms. Hugh. Next, please continue to gather information on human traffickers and thugs, including factory owners who mistreat workers and corrupt bureaucrats. Also, prepare the auxiliary materials for the sheriff's potion. I will arrange your promotion.”

Xiu was so excited that he couldn't help but use honorifics:

"A sincere compliment to you, Miss Marilyn Monroe. Fors and I owe you so much!"

Fors was also filled with envy:

"I wonder when I'll be able to become a Sequence 8 magic master."

Livre smiled indulgently:

“I will help you; I am very interested in the abilities that follow the apprenticeship path. However, every gift from fate comes with a price; you must offer something of equal value in exchange.”

"A gift from fate..."

Fors murmured to himself, feeling that Miss Marilyn Monroe's words were very philosophical and could be used in his own writing.

"She is such a powerful, beautiful, and elegant lady..."

Looking at Livia again, Fors' eyes showed a hint of admiration.

As night fell, Livre returned to Minsk Street in the Joewood district. According to the psychic results, Arles' residence was at 57 Minsk Street. On the way, Livre passed by 27 Minsk Street, her former rented house. She still had some personal clothing there. Although it wasn't valuable, Livre had worn it and had hair in it, so it might be used as a medium for divination.

Livre thought for a moment, then took out a mirror to perform a divination:

“It is dangerous to return to 27 Minsk Street.”

The mirror-like surface was perfectly still, like a windless lake, indicating that there was no danger. It seemed the police and the official extraordinary individuals hadn't yet discovered that Clavel's death was caused by him.

Relieved, Livre went into the small building she rented at number 27 and cleaned up all the traces she had left behind.

Suddenly, she felt that there were footsteps dozens of meters away outside.

Chapter 130 The Transmigrator

She looked out the window and saw a brightly dressed woman walking toward Mr. Waffle's house, where only half the lights were on.

Mrs. Waffle wasn't home, so Mr. Waffle called for a home service again.

Livre sighed, thinking this was a perfect opportunity to properly punish Mr. Waffle for his previous offense.

She lightly wiped her face, entering an invisible state, and then followed the woman all the way to Mr. Waffle's door.

After the young woman knocked, Mr. Waffle opened the door and, upon seeing the beautiful woman, opened his arms in delight:

“Jennifer! My sweetheart, didn’t you already have plans for tonight? I’m so happy!”

Jennifer nestled familiarly into Mr. Waffle's arms and said sweetly:

“Mr. Arles said that you are a valued guest of our gold necklace, and we must give priority to meeting your needs.”

Arles!

Livre was startled and suddenly remembered why the name Arles sounded familiar. When she first met Mr. Waffle, he mistook her for a lady sent by Arles, but she was too embarrassed at the time to pay attention to the name Arles!

Unexpectedly, this human trafficker also controls the streetwalker business. Humph, he really does control both the upstream and downstream, achieving a closed-loop industrial chain.

Livre followed Jennifer into the house without making a sound. Mr. Waffle didn't even have time to close the door properly before he eagerly kissed Jennifer passionately, his hands also becoming restless, which made Jennifer moan softly.

"I think I've been missing you so much these past few days. I often dream about you and being happy with you. Oh, that feeling is simply irresistible."

As Mr. Waffle moved, he uttered sweet nothings. If someone didn't know the truth, they might think he was a devoted gentleman.

Jennifer said coquettishly:

"Are you sure it was me in your dream? It was probably some other woman, right?"

Mr. Waffle continued to speak sweet nothings with a smile:

"How could that be? Besides you, where else could there be such a beautiful woman? In my dreams, you wore a bright green dress, dressed like a forest elf. My God, I must have poured too much heart and soul into you, which has caused me to be a little weak lately."

Soon, the two couldn't wait to get started on the sofa.

Livre stood to the side, somewhat speechless. Why did she always seem to stumble upon these awkward scenes?

However, compared to Bright and Clive, Mr. Waffle's abilities were quite poor. Although Jennifer appeared to be deeply involved and emotional, Livre, who was extremely sensitive to emotions, easily discovered that she was just faking it.

You should be able to process the actors quite quickly.

Livre gave a cold laugh and began to act.

She first used her ability to pleasure to toy with Mr. Waffle's senses, raising his feelings to several levels!

Just as Mr. Waffle was about to arrive.

Swish!

The gas timer tripped, and all the lights in the villa went out, leaving only a faint glow from the candlestick on the table.

Mr. Waffle jumped up in fright and shouted in terror:

"The power's out?"

However, the moment he looked up...

A female figure appeared in front of him.

That was his wife, Mrs. Wah, standing there in a white dress.

Mrs. Waffle's eyes were bloodshot, her face was deathly pale, and blood was trickling from the corner of her mouth as she grinned menacingly at Mr. Waffle.

Mr. Waffle was stunned for a moment, then let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Mrs. Waffle screamed, and a chilling aura, along with an atmosphere of fear, rushed towards Mr. Waffle, instantly shattering his mental defenses. Mr. Waffle's eyes rolled back, and he fainted, falling heavily to the ground.

Jennifer screamed in terror, and just as she was about to beg Mrs. Waffle not to kill her, she turned around and found that Mrs. Waffle had disappeared.

The next second, the villa lights came back on. Jennifer looked around in horror, but there was no one else there. Only Mr. Waffle was lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, and his face contorted, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Livre happily deactivated her Mrs. Waffle transformation and continued on her way to 57 Minsk Street.

The fright she had just given Mr. Waffle had worked very well, as she felt that the remaining potion in her body had begun to be digested.

It seems that even if Mr. Waffle isn't scared to death this time, he'll be traumatized and might even develop a chronic illness that could prevent him from ever getting up again. Hopefully, Mrs. Waffle will divorce him and start a new life.

Not long after Livre left.

At Mr. Waffle's house, Jennifer, who had come to provide services, had collected some valuables and was about to escape.

Suddenly, she felt a jolt, as if she were entering a hallucination:

In the hallucination, a graceful figure emerged from the mist and slowly walked towards her. She was dressed in emerald green, with bright green eyes and a smile on her lips, like a forest sprite, exuding an alluring aura.

Jennifer was taken aback, and suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout her body; her desires had been aroused.

She had been a prostitute for several years, and that kind of thing had long been considered her job. Every time, she would just go through the motions, playing along with the men's pointless moaning.

This time, she felt a strong desire from the bottom of her heart, as if she had returned to her teenage years when she was just beginning to experience love, dreaming of the handsome boy next door.

She slowly approached the forest spirit, somewhat mesmerized, and gradually, she indulged her desires, opened her heart, and let go of her body.

She and the forest spirits were closely intertwined.

It is unknown how much time passed.

Two corpses lay on the cold floor of Mr. Waffle's house.

The male corpse had a distorted face and bulging eyes, as if he had died from excessive fright.

The other female corpse had shrunken skin and was shriveled up, like a dried-up corpse that had been drained of moisture.

……

Livre arrived at 57 Minsk Street, a magnificent three-story villa. Except for its location, which was inferior to Mr. Bell's house, it was even better in every other respect. It was clear that Arles had made a lot of dirty money through human trafficking.

At this moment, the villa was brightly lit, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, tobacco, and a faint stench of blood. As soon as Liviel approached, she could hear laughter and curses, a woman's screams, and the whistling sound of whips being lashed out.

Looking out the window, Arles sat on the leather sofa in the center of the living room. He was a burly man with a hideous scar on his face and dense fish scales on his exposed skin, making him look particularly eerie.

"Why haven't those bastards, Dave, come back from the East District yet?"

He was chugging strong liquor and cursing as his greedy eyes swept over the trembling girls beside him.

His men stood by, brandishing whips and issuing commands, forcing the scantily clad girls to perform various indecent acts. If the girls failed to comply, they would be whipped until they bled, or subjected to unimaginable humiliation.

"Hahaha, these young women are really good quality! If we train them well, we can sell them for a good price."

Arles downed the liquor in one gulp, then slammed the glass to the ground. He grabbed the hair of a girl beside him, forcing her to look up, his eyes fierce and greedy.

"Cry again? If you cry again, I'll throw you to feed the dogs!"

The girl trembled with fear, tears streaming down her face, but dared not utter a sound. She could only bite her lip tightly, her eyes filled with despair. Seeing this, her henchmen burst into laughter, their shouts and profanities turning the villa into a living hell.

Just then, the living room door creaked open. The noisy living room instantly quieted down, and everyone instinctively looked over. There stood Livia in a white dress, quietly standing in the doorway, but now her face resembled Beatrice's.

Arles frowned, his smile vanishing instantly, replaced by impatience and fierceness.

"You bitch, did you get a gold chain? Get back here right now, or I'll lock you up too and let the brothers have some fun with you!"

His men also stopped what they were doing, staring at Livia with hostility. Some even reached for the weapons at their waists, showing no regard for this seemingly weak woman.

Livre didn't speak, but looked at Arles and asked calmly:

"do you remember me?"

Arles paused for a moment, then scoffed:

"I've been with so many women, how could I possibly remember them all? What, are you here to settle scores with me?"

At this moment, one of Arles' men shouted:

"Boss, I remember this bitch. I was the one who brought her here from the East District! This little bitch has a pretty stubborn temper. She bit my hand until it bled, which made me so angry that I slapped her repeatedly, almost turning her face into a pig's head! Ha..."

Before the subordinate could even laugh out loud, with a whoosh, Livr transformed into a white shadow and instantly appeared in front of him, raising her hand to grab his neck and clamp it tightly.

Arles immediately wanted to jump up and fight back, but he was stunned for a second: the thin woman in the white dress actually lifted his tall subordinate up with one hand!

His subordinate struggled in agony, kicking uselessly with his legs and desperately clinging to Livre's hands, but her hands held his neck like iron clamps.

Arles' eyes widened. An ordinary woman could never have such strength. He instantly realized that the woman in the white dress before him was an extraordinary person!

He took a step back, his body surging with tidal power, and more scales grew on his body. Then, with the help of this, he threw a punch at Livia.

However, Liviel vanished in a flash, reappearing in another corner. Then, she simply raised her hand, a faint black aura emanating from her fingertips.

The next second, all the lights in the living room suddenly went out, and a thick darkness instantly enveloped the room. Only the faint moonlight from outside the window could barely illuminate everyone's terrified faces. A chilling coldness quietly spread, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily, and a strong sense of fear inexplicably rose in their hearts.