Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Lanius? Another cultist? 'My Lord,' that title sounds really unsettling, reminiscent of the great masters those Hyena gang guys talk about.

Livre's gaze sharpened slightly, and she asked again:

What are Aurora's plans in Uttingen?

A hint of confusion appeared on Marcus's face:

"I, I don't know..."

You don't know? Logically speaking, Sequence 8 isn't considered low in an organization...

Undeterred, she continued to press for answers:

"Was the case at the Riverside Theater on Iron Cross Street in Tingen two years ago handled by the Aurora Society?"

Marcus still had that bewildered expression:

"I have no idea……"

How come you don't know anything?

Liviel gave a slightly disgusted look, and was about to ask him again whether he actually had the stomach of a Soul Eater, when Marcus's spirit suddenly surged with a fanatical aura and roared:

"I pledge my loyalty to my Lord!"

Before he could finish speaking, his spirit turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.

Liviel was taken aback: self-destruction? That requires immense willpower. Marcus is only a Sequence 8 Extraordinary. Could it be that his fanatical faith in that evil god of the Aurora Society has reached such a level?

On a whim, she searched Marcus's person and actually found a small bottle containing a shrunken stomach the size of a fist!

Good luck.

Liviel gleefully ignited the black flames, quickly burning the corpse and cleaning up the scene. On the surface, it appeared to be nothing more than a gang shootout that caused a cargo box to leak, releasing a large number of venomous snakes—nothing more.

The small white snake watched Livia do all this with practiced ease, and flicked its pink tongue, saying:

"Human, you're quite skilled. It seems you've done this kind of thing, killing your own kind quite often."

Livr rolled her eyes at it, curled it up in her hands, and asked as she left the port:

"Please explain, what exactly is going on?"

The little white snake gave an innocent look:

"What happened? I don't know either. I just ate that strange stuff and then I found that I had mastered another language, and that my mind had become a bit sharper. Of course, my mind was always very sharp!"

Liviel seemed thoughtful. So this was what they called an extraordinary being. Originally an ordinary little snake, under the influence of the Bloodthirsty Gloves' Beast Tamer ability, it consumed an extraordinary characteristic and became an extraordinary being. It didn't go out of control after swallowing the extraordinary characteristic; it went straight to Sequence 8. Pretty lucky, huh?

She smiled and gently stroked the little snake's head, which was slightly larger than two finger joints, and said:

"Now that you have become a superhuman being, we will be friends from now on. I will help you obtain magic potions and seek advancement. I hope you can also provide me with assistance in your areas of expertise."

The small white snake flicked its tongue and said helplessly:

"Putting aside the promotion, do you have any way to stop me from hearing those horrible murmurs? Those sounds are even more terrifying than the swooping of a peregrine falcon; I feel like my scales are about to stand on end!"

Livre hesitated for a moment:

"I don't have any good solutions either. This is something every listener encounters. Correspondingly, those ramblings contain a lot of useful information. If you can glean any knowledge from them, please share it with me..."

"No! I can't take it anymore! I need a quiet, damp cave to hide in; that will make me feel better!"

The small white snake interrupted Livre's words and darted into her skirt.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

The snake moved much faster than expected, and Livre barely managed to grab its tail at top speed, almost letting it succeed!

"Can't!"

Liviel pulled the little snake out and said seriously.

"If you dare to crawl in there again, I'll skin you alive, sprinkle you with spices, and grill you. Do you understand?"

The little snake trembled with fear at Livre's imposing presence and nodded repeatedly, saying:

“I understand. But those babblings are too torturous for snakes. What if I can’t bear it anymore? You can’t just watch me die in pain, can you? I feel that there is a lot of spiritual energy in that cave. If I hide in there, I will feel better.”

A complex expression flashed across Livre's brow. Indeed, the Listener was one of the most easily out-of-control Extraordinary Beings, and very few Listeners could live past five years, let alone a snake.

But it would be too embarrassing to hide it inside... Livia blushed with embarrassment just thinking about it.

After a moment's thought, she slowly said:

"Here's what we'll do: for every piece of valuable knowledge you provide me, I'll give you a chance to seek shelter. When you feel an unbearable headache, you can come and hide here."

"Thank you, human."

The little snake nodded excitedly, then said in a pleading tone:

"I have another request. Could I hide under your skirt at other times? I don't like sunlight or seeing other creatures. I prefer to hide in the shadows. Also, being near places rich in spiritual energy makes me feel more comfortable."

After a slight hesitation, Livre agreed:

"Sure, but I have to warn you, if you dare..."

"If I dare to enter the cave without permission, you can skin me, sprinkle me with spices, and roast me. Oh my god, you humans are so terrible! We snakes are usually very kind and swallow our food whole."

The little snake spoke before Livre could, leaving Livre feeling frustrated, as if she'd been choked halfway through her sentence. She couldn't help but wonder: Shouldn't snakes be aloof creatures? Why was this snake acting like a chatterbox?

With Livr's permission, the little snake happily burrowed under Livr's skirt and wrapped itself around her thigh, its length just enough to encircle her thigh completely.

It's cool and refreshing, quite comfortable...

Liviel felt a little embarrassed, but then told herself that she would get used to it, after all, the benefits of a super pet were immeasurable.

She cleared her mind of the jumbled thoughts and continued walking towards the Dragon Bar, its outline already visible in the distance.

However, the little snake couldn't stay still under its skirt and continued chattering away:

"Human, what's your name? Excuse me, according to your human etiquette, it seems I should introduce myself first. My name, translated into our snake language, is 'Hope Dombrado can find a little mouse today,' how about that, isn't it easy to remember?"

Livre had a bit of a headache; she seemed to understand how listeners felt when faced with rambling.

My own pet, my own pet...

She patiently replied:

"You can call me Livia, your name is too long, I don't like it, um... I'll just call you 'Little White'."

"Little White? That's an interesting name. However, Liviel, this name doesn't seem to fit into your human language system. I can't understand what this name means."

"Humans have many language systems, and this name fits the language system of my hometown..."

……

Chapter 134 The Instigator, Tris

The two chatted all the way back to the Dragon Bar. Before entering the bar, Liviel solemnly reminded Xiaobai not to speak in the presence of other people.

Then, she entered the underground market and met Fors and Hugh, who had been waiting anxiously.

The two women breathed a sigh of relief and quickly came forward. A trace of worry still lingered in Fors's beautiful eyes.

"Miss Monroe, you've been gone for so long! Hugh and I were just about to go to the port to look for you!"

Livre simply smiled:

"Sorry, there was an unexpected incident that caused a delay. However, that person was honest enough; he did indeed have the stomach of a Soul Eater."

As she spoke, she handed the small bottle containing the stomach pouch of the Soul Eater to Fors.

A glint of light flashed in Fors' eyes as she eagerly took it, then said somewhat shyly:

“Miss Monroe, I owe you 105 pounds. I will pay you back when I have the money.”

“No problem,” Livre smiled slyly. “Or, you can repay me with your body.”

Fors was taken aback, then her face flushed bright red, and she stammered:

"Ms. Marilyn Monroe, this, this is not possible..."

Livre feigned innocence and said casually:

"Huh? I meant that you should repay me by doing some physical labor for me. Have you misunderstood something?"

"Ah, I see..."

Fors looked enlightened, but then, remembering that she had just 'misunderstood' Miss Marilyn Monroe, her cheeks flushed even redder with embarrassment.

Hugh watched the two flirtatious conversation from the side, her small body radiating intense jealousy.

……

Back at the inn, the three of them gathered in Hugh's room and began mixing potions.

The stomach of a Soul Eater, the blood of a deep-sea marlin, essential oil made from hornbeam, powdered threadwort, blooming red chestnut flowers, pure water...

Various ingredients floated in the small pot, turning into a pot of bubbling orange liquid.

Fors picked up the potion, and said with a somewhat uncertain expression:

"The delirium during the full moon is already painful enough. If I advance to Sequence 8, I wonder if the delirium will become even more severe..."

During the months she lived with Fors and Hugh, Livre witnessed Fors's pain during her full moon several times, which was much more unbearable than her monthly menstrual cramps.

Hugh cheered her on from the sidelines:

"Since things have come to this point, don't think too much about it. There will always be a way to solve the problem."

Livre also offered words of comfort:

"Don't worry too much. I've thought of a way that might help relieve your pain. I can try it for you next time you have a full moon."

Fors nodded, a hint of determination in her eyes, and drank the orange potion in one gulp.

A burning sensation spread throughout her body, and Fors let out a somewhat painful groan.

She felt an invisible force surging within her body, impacting her meridians and internal organs. At the same time, she heard the complex and noisy babbling again, even more intense than the babbling during the full moon.

Fors closed her eyes tightly, her hands hanging limply at her sides. She felt a splitting headache and was on the verge of fainting.

Just then, two warm hands grasped hers.

Fors slowly opened her eyes and saw Livre and Hugh standing on either side of her, each holding one of her hands, their eyes full of encouraging concern.

Fors felt that her mind had become more resolute, and her severe headache seemed to have eased somewhat.

She held their hands tightly, gritted her teeth, and persevered...

After an unknown amount of time, the murmurs in my ears gradually subsided, and a warm force slowly washed over my body.

At this moment, Fors clearly felt the changes in her body:

She has successfully advanced to Sequence 8, the Master of Tricks.

……

As a new day dawns, the morning sunlight streams through the window into the room.

The three ladies gathered in Fors's room and discussed their objectives for the day:

Fors and Hugh head to Narcissus Street to inquire about the whereabouts of Sinclair, the former court guard.

Livre continued searching for traces left by the Tingen City Women Teachers' Mutual Aid Association, hoping to find their members and obtain information about Sinclair, the instigator.

In addition, Livre planned to visit Klein's house again to see if he had encountered any new situations. She was also very interested in the Fourth Epoch notebook, but unfortunately, the notebook seemed to be missing, and she wondered if it had been taken by the Night Watchers.

After the three of them split up, Livre first mentally sensed the 10-pound note she had left in the lining of Klein's clothes.

After a moment of sensing, she suddenly opened her eyes in surprise:

That banknote is no longer located at No. 2 Narcissus Street!

Klein spent the money so quickly?

Liviel took out a map of Tingen City with some doubt and began to search for the location on the map according to the location she sensed in her mind.

When her finger landed on the black dot on the map, she was immediately startled:

Zotland Street, Blackthorn Security!

Unless Klein used that 10 pounds to buy something from the Night Watch, he must be at Blackthorn Security right now.

The night watchman took him away? Why? Was it to thoroughly investigate the Quaternary Notebook?

After a moment's thought, Livre decided to change her plans and first investigate the vicinity of the Blackthorn Security Company on Zotland Street.