Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"What, you're trying to have your cake and eat it too?"

Livre couldn't help but chuckle:

"What are you talking about? Aren't we friends? This is a gift for a friend."

Fors gave a soft snort:

"Hmph, you wicked woman... women who follow the witch path are all the same..."

You might not know this, but there are no men in the Witch Path...

Liviel inwardly grumbled, suddenly wondering how Fors would react if he knew she had been a man before.

At this moment, Fors suddenly fell silent.

Liviel had also digested the potion to some extent, and she was pleasantly surprised to find that being passive was actually more advantageous than being active in digesting potions.

Just then, Hugh knocked on the door again:

"Miss Marilyn Monroe, is that you back?"

"Mr. Hugh has come to bother us..."

Fors, still wanting more, grumbled a complaint before preparing to use his ability to open doors and leave from the other side of the wall.

She smiled and pinched Liviel's delicate cheek, teasingly saying:

"I never imagined that our strong, brave, and beautiful Marilyn Monroe would have such a cute side."

Livre blushed and hurriedly urged him, somewhat shyly:

"Let's hurry, Xiu will be coming in soon!"

"Hehe, let's continue communicating in your room from now on, that way I can use my apprentice's abilities to open the door and leave at any time."

Fors's eyes sparkled, and with a sly smile, she opened the door in the wall and returned to her room.

Livre then opened the door and saw Hugh looking puzzled.

"Miss Monroe, you came home so late today. I was worried that something might have happened to you."

Hugh looked Livia up and down. He saw that she was not injured, but looked a little tired. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her legs were trembling slightly. Hmm, she must have been tired from running around outside all day. Her cheeks were particularly rosy. Hmm, it must be because it was hot in the room.

Seeing that Livre was alright, Hugh was relieved and instructed her:

"It's good that you're alright. It's getting late, you should get some rest."

After saying this, she was about to take her leave when Livre quickly called her back, turned around and went back into the house, took out the necklace, and said to Hugh:

"This is a gift for you."

The greedy Fors wanted to keep both gifts for herself, but it was only after Livre punished her a little with the Bloodthirsty Gloves that Fors spat out the necklace.

"I'm not greedy, I just don't want you to give the gift to another woman, not even if it means a divorce!"

Remembering how Fors was almost in tears after being punished by the Bloodthirsty Gloves, and how she said those words in a huff, Livre couldn't help but smile.

She handed the necklace to Hugh, smiling as she asked:

"So, do you like it?"

Xiu paused for a moment, then awkwardly took the necklace and stammered, "..."

"Give me a gift? Why..."

Livre patted her shoulder lightly, with an indifferent expression:

“Aren’t we good friends? Isn’t it normal for good friends to exchange gifts? I also gave Fors a bottle of perfume. If you like perfume more, you can trade with her.”

After a brief hesitation, he accepted the necklace.

"No need. Although I don't usually wear jewelry, I'm happy to accept this gift from you. However, I probably won't wear it; I'll keep it at home as a talisman or a collectible. Is that alright?"

Livre chuckled:

"Of course, it's yours now. You're free to do whatever you want with it. I won't have any objections even if you give it to Fors again."

Hugh was taken aback, scratched his head, and surprisingly felt that Livre's suggestion seemed quite good:

Fors would probably like this necklace more than I do... No, no, this is a gift from Miss Marilyn Monroe, I can't possibly give it away to someone else.

She carefully put the necklace away and bowed to Livre in gratitude.

"Thank you, Miss Marilyn."

Hugh, who was already short, looked even shorter when she bowed, like a doll, making Livre feel an urge to reach out and ruffle her short, golden hair.

"No need to be so polite. It's getting late, Xiu, let's all get some rest. We have a lot to do tomorrow."

Livre smiled as she saw him off, and Hugh nodded and left.

Back inside, Livr washed herself, lay down on the bed, and slowly let out a sigh of relief, still feeling the pleasant sensation lingering in her mind and body.

Chapter 139 Seeking a Divination from Klein

Sure enough, my physiological knowledge from my previous life was correct; women do experience a very happy feeling that can keep their bodies in a state of pleasure for a long time.

She gently stroked the exhausted little white dog that was lying on the side, and fed it some jerky as a reward.

After eating the jerky, Xiao Bai finally recovered and pitifully cried out:

"Livia, please don't make me do this anymore. I'm just a snake."

Livre found it somewhat amusing:

"You were the one who said you wanted to hide before, so what, now you're not happy about it?"

Xiao Bai retorted angrily:

"When I said hide away, I meant stay there quietly and enjoy the nourishment of the spirit, not treat me as roughly as you have! My God, I feel like my scales are about to burst into flames from being rubbed!"

Livre just giggled and comforted Little White, saying softly:

"Alright, alright, how about this? From now on, if you're tormented by those delirious thoughts and want to hide, I'll let you hide. Are you satisfied now?"

Xiao Bai's eyes lit up upon hearing this:

"Really, Livre?"

“Really.” Livre nodded with a smile. “Now that I know you better, it’s not a problem for you to hide for a while. But if you hear any valuable information, you should still tell me.”

"Oh, Livre, I love you so much!"

……

……

The following morning, a breakfast meeting was held.

Fors and Livre ate their breakfast in silence, neither of them saying a word, while Hugh talked on and on about the information she had gathered yesterday and her plans for the next few days.

Hugh stopped in surprise when Fors reached into Livre's plate and took a piece of bacon. He stared at Fors blankly, not understanding why she would do such an intimate thing: only lovers or immediate family members would take food from each other's plates.

Fors then realized her mistake. She quickly forked a sausage from Hugh's plate, stuffed it into her mouth, and chuckled as she chewed:

"Please forgive my rudeness, ladies, but I've recently developed an unimaginable craving for meat."

Upon hearing this, Hugh's expression relaxed, and he forked a piece of sausage from his plate and placed it on Fors's plate:

"Then eat mine too. It's rare that you're willing to eat some proper food instead of those unhealthy snacks."

Livre also smiled and shared some bacon with Fors, and the three of them looked very happy together.

After Hugh finished sharing his information, Livre pondered for a moment and then spoke:

"I've reviewed the information I've gathered recently and discovered that our goals all point to one target—the Witch Cult. Whether it's regaining my memories or uncovering the truth behind Hugh's father's murder, we need to find Rowling, Sinclair, and the Witch Cult. There must be some hidden connection between the three of them. Once we find one clue, the rest will fall apart on their own."

Hugh nodded:

“Indeed, I have also discovered that the Witch Cult plays a very important role in the whole incident. However, in the days we have been in Tingen, we have not found any trace of the Mutual Aid Society, nor have we seen a single witch.”

Fors chuckled softly:

“Hugh, you’re wrong. We didn’t see a single witch. At least, we see Miss Marilyn every day.”

Xiu was taken aback by these words, then said somewhat angrily:

"Fors, I always feel like you're just there to make up the numbers at breakfast meetings. You only make sarcastic remarks and can't offer any useful advice."

Just as Fors was about to argue, Livre quickly calmed them down:

"Alright, ladies, actually, we are not without clues. When I was in Tingen, I knew of a woman who was very likely a witch. And now, that woman is still active in Tingen's high society."

Fors' eyes widened in surprise:

"Really? Who is it?"

Livr smiled faintly:

"Lady Sharon, the widow of the former Baron Hoy."

"Mrs. Sharon?" Hugh asked in surprise. "The most famous socialite in Tingen? That lady is actually a witch!"

Livr raised an eyebrow slightly:

"I didn't expect that you'd already heard of Mrs. Sharon's reputation after only a few days in Tingen?"

Hugh sighed with some emotion:

“That’s for sure. Those bounty hunters and shady characters in the underground market are practically praising Mrs. Sharon to the skies, saying she’s the most beautiful woman in Tingen, even the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. They say her figure, charm, looks, even a smile, can make men willingly give up everything for her.”

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"However, I've heard that this lady has a bad reputation. It seems she has improper relationships with quite a few people. In their words, she's a... well... a slut!"

When Hugh uttered the word "slut," both Livre and Fors blushed slightly, secretly wondering if their behavior over the past few days had come close to those two shameful words.

Fors coughed slightly and took the initiative to continue the conversation:

"So it's not surprising that Mrs. Sharon was a witch, after all, witches are always associated with harlots. Ah, Miss Marilyn, don't get me wrong, I wasn't talking about you."

As she spoke, she secretly gave Livre a teasing look, her expression seeming to say: "You little slut, your behavior is just like that of a witch."

Livre's cheeks flushed even redder, and a surge of anger rose within her. She thought indignantly about how to punish Fors next time so that she would cry even more miserably.

Hugh, clearly oblivious to their subtle thoughts, asked directly:

"So, how should we approach Mrs. Sharon? I have indeed made some connections in the underground market, but they are all low-level relationships and do not provide access to things in high society."

Livr nodded slightly:

“At times like this, attending a high-society banquet is the best choice. Mrs. Sharon is a regular at all kinds of banquets, and there are many guests at banquets. You can take the opportunity to get close to her without drawing attention.”

Upon hearing this, Fors showed a somewhat disappointed expression:

"Before I ended up in the police station, I was still that somewhat well-known writer in Backlund. Getting a banquet invitation in a provincial city like Tingen would have been incredibly easy. But now..."

Livre teased:

"Alright, great writer, stop reminiscing about the old life. Now we are unseen extraordinary individuals, so we should solve problems the way unseen extraordinary individuals do. We don't need to follow any high society rules. As long as we can sneak into the banquet, with our temperament and beauty, will anyone suspect that we don't have invitations?"

Fors nodded:

"Yes, I can enter the banquet using my ability to open doors, and Miss Marilyn can use her invisibility..."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Hugh:

"What about Hugh? How is Hugh supposed to sneak in?"

After a moment of contemplation, Xiu said:

"I won't attend the banquet. I'll stay on the perimeter and prepare to meet you. I don't like the atmosphere of banquets anyway; it reminds me of the ugly faces of those nobles."

Livre clapped her hands in admiration:

"Perfect setup. Our next task is to find out which banquet Mrs. Sharon will be attending soon."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something and reminded him seriously:

"Ladies, there's one more thing. Mrs. Sharon is very likely a mid-sequence extraordinary being, and her strength may even have reached sequence 6. I'm not confident that I can subdue her, so we should proceed with caution."

Upon hearing this, Fors's face showed worry, and her newly ignited enthusiasm quickly faded, which was in line with her usual lazy style. Hugh, on the other hand, nodded slightly with a solemn expression, considering what preparations should be made to increase the chances of success.

After breakfast, the three women split into two groups to investigate the banquet in Tingen's affluent districts. Livre went to Halls Street, Baker Street, and Olsner Street, where Mrs. Sharon's house was located, while Fors and Hugh went to Champagne Street, Red Moon Street, and the villa area of ​​Golden Planewood District. Fors volunteered to team up with Hugh so that Hugh wouldn't feel left out.

After parting ways with Fors and Hugh, Livre first took a public carriage to the Halls district. After wandering around for a short while, she found that the atmosphere here was slightly tense: many walls and streetlights were covered with notices recruiting bodyguards, as well as advertisements for some security companies.

Livre asked a passing gentleman and learned that Klein's friends Welch and Naya lived in this neighborhood. Their deaths were officially classified as a home invasion robbery and murder, causing panic in the area and leading to a rapid increase in the demand for security.