Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Livre admired Hugh's efficiency and readily agreed.

After breakfast, Livre went to the Iron Cross Street to explore the area around Master's house.

After getting off the public carriage, Livre walked to No. 118 Iron Cross Street, carefully confirmed the address of the Master family and the layout of the surrounding streets and alleys, silently planned her stealth route in her mind, and waited for nightfall to quietly sneak into the mansion and use her psychic powers on Master.

Furthermore, after some investigation, she found a two-story building at 36 Iron Cross Street. The owner of the house was a businessman who didn't usually live there, making it perfect for meeting Mr. Fool. Moreover, Livre had previously rented a safe house in this area, so she was quite familiar with it.

She placed numerous mirrors in and around the building as a backup plan for escape.

After confirming that everything was correct, she wrote down the address on a piece of paper: No. 36, Iron Cross Street.

Then she found a homeless man, gave him a sule, and asked him to copy the address from the note, in order to prevent Mr. Fool from obtaining information about her through divination after getting her handwriting.

While these preparations may not always be useful, they do provide some extra insurance.

Then, Livre went to the Kingdom Commercial Bank on Champagne Street, opened a safe deposit box, set the account to Washington, the password to 19141945, and put the note copied by the homeless man inside.

Next, all that's left is to wait for the tarot reading next Monday...

Liviel pondered silently, feeling a little nervous at the thought of using a forged diary to deceive a potential high-sequence powerhouse.

If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Fool's views on the official selection system were exactly the same as those of the civil service examination system in the Great Foodie Country, she wouldn't have had the courage to do this.

After preparing the safe, Livre strolled around Champagne Street a few more times. Champagne Street is the commercial center of Tingen City, with many luxury shops and financial companies. Its overall atmosphere is magnificent and full of the luxurious atmosphere of high society.

Livre suddenly remembered the beautiful lady who had seduced her at the banquet two years ago: Mrs. Sharon.

Based on her current experience, Mrs. Sharon is very likely a witch. With the Mutual Aid Society completely out of contact, perhaps using Mrs. Sharon as a starting point could lead to some clues about a witch cult?

After a moment's thought, Livre changed her appearance, disguising herself as a mature and beautiful lady in her early thirties, and began inquiring about Mrs. Sharon in the luxury shops on Champagne Street.

She spent lavishly, buying a bottle of luxury perfume and a necklace for over ten pounds, which led the shop assistants to treat her with the utmost respect. These luxury shops were already very well-informed about all sorts of news from high society, and with the help of her instigator, Livre obtained a great deal of information about Mrs. Sharon with a little prompting, even private information such as her address.

Livre was quite surprised when she found out: Mrs. Sharon was now the most famous and beautiful widow in Tingen, as well as a renowned socialite. Since the death of her husband, Baron Hoy, she seemed to have completely let herself go, maintaining ambiguous relationships with various high-society figures. She was very popular among the aristocracy and newly wealthy businessmen, and was a socialite who could receive invitations to banquets from both the Conservative Party and the New Party.

She has illicit relationships with her stepson, the current Baron Hoy, certain nobles in Backlund, several high-ranking government officials, and Maynard, a councilor in Tingen. She wields considerable influence in various sectors of Tingen. Moreover, her social circle is not limited to these high-society figures; some handsome and dashing men from the lower and middle classes also seem to have won her favor.

It's said that a certain tabloid even reported on the sensational story of Mrs. Sharon openly exposing herself on the street at night and having sex with a homeless beggar. Of course, such tabloid reports are inherently unreliable, and the article was taken down after only a very short time. The editor-in-chief also died of a sudden heart attack one night, leading one to wonder if this editor was punished by heaven for spreading rumors about Mrs. Sharon.

Liviel couldn't help but think to herself: This lady seems to be even more debauched than she was two years ago. So many lovers, and she doesn't discriminate between meat and vegetables, she can eat anything. It can only be described as decadent. Could it be that she has reached the stage where she needs to digest the potion of pleasure?

Thinking of this, Livre couldn't help but grumble to herself: "Witches are so...I don't want to become that kind of pervert...But if I don't indulge myself enough, I won't be able to fully digest the potion of pleasure..."

Livre couldn't help but think of Fors's rosy cheeks again. She was such a lovely little girl, who would give an enthusiastic response with just a little teasing.

It seems that Fors will have to suffer a bit more in order to digest the potion.

However, advancing to Sequence 5 requires a long period of preparation. The potion recipe, materials, and corresponding rituals are all completely new to Liviel, so she is not in a hurry to digest the potion.

After inquiring about Mrs. Sharon's whereabouts, it was already evening. Livre had dinner at a charming restaurant on Champagne Street, indulging in a little luxury, and then took a public carriage to Master's house at 118 Iron Cross Street.

Livre had planned to sneak in and investigate after Master turned off the lights and went to sleep, but Master had drunk a lot that night and started beating his wife. Hearing the woman's pitiful screams, Livre felt a little sorry for her, so she sneaked into his house incognito beforehand.

Master was whipping his wife with a belt. The poor woman screamed wildly, her body covered in bruises.

Suddenly, Livre appeared in front of them. Master was startled and, somewhat drunk, called out:

"who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed on the mirror, and his surroundings became a blurry and illusory scene.

Master and his wife stood side by side, both looking dazed and confused.

Livre slowly approached Master and asked:

Five years ago, you handled a case where a girl named Rowling went missing?

Master answered in a daze:

"I don't remember, but so many girls have gone missing here..."

Livre was not disappointed. According to psychological theory, people often do not truly forget what happened in the past, but rather hide it deep in their brains. Using the audience's 'iceberg' theory, human memory is like an iceberg, and only one-eighth of it can be recalled, while the rest is hidden in the vast ocean of psychology.

She activated her instigator abilities, slowly guiding him:

"Relax, think back carefully. You're a seasoned veteran police officer; you know all the cases inside and out. Think about it, that girl named Rowling, she's deep in your memory..."

Master's expression gradually became confused, then after a moment, he suddenly realized what was happening:

"I... I remember now, there was a girl named Rowling who disappeared on Iron Cross Street."

Chapter 138 Passive Digestion of Magic Potions

“Very good.” Liviel praised gently, “Try to recall the exact location where she disappeared and any details…”

Master frowned in thought, and after a while, he stammered:

"She disappeared in the slums below Iron Cross Street, a place of chaos and disorder."

"She might have been taken away by human traffickers. That place is a paradise for human traffickers. She might have been sold into prostitution or as a dancer..."

Suddenly, Master's dull eyes lit up, as if he had remembered something, and he said somewhat uncertainly:

“I vaguely remember that the last place someone saw her was a place called Kingfisher Bar, but I can’t be sure because that memory seems to have disappeared from my mind… I mean, it’s like someone told me to hide it…”

Livre was startled, a voice echoing repeatedly in her heart:

Kingfisher Bar, Rowling... Kingfisher Bar, Rowling...

Her head started to ache, as if some icebergs buried beneath the vast ocean of psychology were slowly rising to the surface.

Suddenly, she shuddered, and fragmented images flashed through her mind:

Those were a pair of long, snow-white legs clad in white stockings.

She was a young woman who enjoyed making risqué jokes.

That was the brave figure of the girls fighting against the Hyena Gang.

Rowling!

The former second-in-command at the Kingfisher Bar, Prisoner Path Sequence 9, and Rowling who helped me kill Samira—we went through life-and-death trials together, and then experienced life-and-death separation on that night…

But why did I forget her? What happened...?

Livre felt waves of pain in her head and felt she could no longer maintain the psychic communication.

At the last moment, she looked at the Masters and coaxed them in a suggestive tone:

"You two must love each other, not use violence, and resolve family conflicts through communication."

Master was stunned, and then tears of regret streamed down his face.

He turned to his wife and said, his voice trembling:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have used violence against you."

His wife was also in tears:

"I'm sorry too. I've never dared to tell you that our son isn't your biological child. Ten years ago, that night, I couldn't resist and... with Mr. Smith next door..."

!! !! ?

Stop talking, stop talking, or someone will die.

Livre quickly ended the psychic summoning, and the blurry, illusory world around her gradually returned to calm. At the same time, her ethereal voice echoed continuously in this final void:

"Forget it, forget it, forget me, forget everything that happened tonight..."

A short while later, Master and his wife woke up at the same time, both of them dazed and confused, wondering what had just happened, but they had no memory of it.

Just then, a scream suddenly came from outside the door. Master rushed out, opened the door, and saw Mr. Smith from next door running out in a disheveled state, not even wearing trousers, shouting as he ran:

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

……

Livr left Iron Cross Street.

With a few subtle moves, she gave Mr. Smith a small punishment for breaking up someone else's family. As for the abusive husband and the adulterous wife, let them torment each other.

Night enveloped the streets and alleys. She walked slowly alone, without taking a carriage. The cool evening breeze soothed the drowsiness in her mind and dispersed the chaotic thoughts churning in her heart.

After emerging from the mirror world, she vaguely sensed that her memory was faulty, and now it seems that it was indeed true; she had completely forgotten about Rowling!

The body he now possesses was reconstructed by Chick based on the projection of his reflection in the mirror. Did Chick make a mistake during the reconstruction process?

It is possible that even a true god might make some mistakes when performing the act of creating a life out of thin air.

But a different, terrifying thought was creeping into Livre's mind:

Chick deliberately altered his memories.

The thought had barely formed in her mind when Livre forcefully suppressed it. How could she? Chick had saved her life before; there was no reason for him to do this. Besides, Rowling had no connection with the Witch Cult; what would be the point of her deliberately erasing this memory?

Livre felt that her confused memories had not completely improved, and there were still many fragments in her mind that did not match up.

Perhaps there are still some memories that need to be found by oneself.

Once all the lost memories are found, perhaps the truth of the matter can be uncovered.

As her thoughts raced, Livre recalled Rowling's slender figure and beautiful face.

Where is Rowling now? Is she still alive? I really want to see her...

Livre remembered that in the final moments of the fierce battle with the Rose School, it was Lorraine who appeared and helped her hold off Nightingale, buying her time to steal Sharon's blessing.

Otherwise, he and many other people in Tingen City would probably be dead already.

But to her surprise, Rowling had such a complicated background; she was actually a member of the royal family... No wonder she knew so much about the mystical.

Wait a minute, Rowling isn't entirely unrelated to the Witch Cult. The guard Sinclair who brought her to Tingen was an instigator. Could it be that he and Rowling had some kind of relationship with the Witch Cult?

Speaking of which, why would Sinclair, a royal guard, become an instigator? Could the royal family have some connection with the witch cult?

Livre felt increasingly confused and complicated. It seemed that to figure everything out, she needed to find the Witch Cult, Sinclair, and Rowling...

The most likely person to come into contact with who is suspected of being a member of the witch cult is Mrs. Sharon.

It seems I should try to make contact with this most famous socialite in Tingen.

Back at the Lily Hotel, it was already late. Hugh and Fors's room lights were off, and they seemed to be asleep.

However, when Livre inserted the key and entered her room, she found Fors sitting on the edge of her bed, absentmindedly flipping through a novel.

Upon seeing Livia return, she quickly stood up and said with some relief:

"Miss Marilyn Monroe, you're back."

A look of surprise flashed across Livre's face:

How did you get into my room?

Fors blinked and answered seriously:

"Of course, they got in through the apprentice's ability to open doors."

“No, I’m not asking how you got in…” Livre smiled wryly. “I mean, why are you in my room? Do you need something from me?”

Fors pouted somewhat reluctantly:

"You actually dare to question me? I was just worried that something might have happened to you..."

Livr smiled slightly, stepped forward, and affectionately ruffled her soft hair:

"Alright, alright, thank you for your concern. I went to investigate some information about the Witch Cult today, and um, I also brought you and Hugh some gifts."

As she spoke, she took out the perfume and necklace she had bought at the luxury store:

"How is it? Does it look good?"

Fors's eyes lit up, and she quickly took the necklace, holding it around her neck. She then sprayed a few drops of perfume on the back of her hand and brought it close to Livre's face.

"How does it smell?"

Livr sniffed and said teasingly:

"Like you, you have a languid fragrance."

Fors playfully slapped Livre and put away the perfume and necklace:

"I love both the necklace and the perfume. Thank you for the gift."

Livre paused, then smiled wryly:

"Why did you take them all? I was thinking you and Hugh each wanted one."

A hint of interrogation flashed in Fors' eyes as she angrily said: