Chapter 4 Take Me Home
After hearing the girl admit her origins in person, Klein calmed down. As his spirituality surged, many details that he had accidentally missed emerged one by one from the ocean of inspiration, causing him to think more deeply.
A visitor from another world... An extraordinary traveler from another world...
From the way she treated me, she didn't seem to be too surprised or puzzled about the act of traveling through the world. Instead, she seemed to be more helpless, as if she had encountered a plane crash. Perhaps for a magician like her who can open the so-called "astral channel", the concept of the other world itself is not a fantasy term that is completely disconnected from reality...
No, wait, in this case, the reason why she came to me, could it be related to her motivation for choosing to be open and honest?
Because I am the first Beyonder from the native world that she discovered, and my strength is not strong (although it is a sad thing to admit the reality like this)... So, she thinks that people like me are easier to control, and with a little coercion and inducement, she will not reveal her secrets to others - it is very reasonable to think so.
Perhaps after the initial robbery threat and show of force stage, it is time for the candy after the stick.
Klein thought with a little understanding in his heart, but after understanding all this, he was filled with frustration and annoyance because his thoughts could not flow smoothly.
Submitting to the power of others... is not a pleasant thing, even if the other party is a beautiful magician from another world.
How could reality be like those cool novels or light novels that didn't require any brains to read before traveling through time, where one could unconditionally accept those tyrannical characters that invaded one's life and affected one's free will? Just because the other person was a woman and was pretty?
Seeing him silent, the girl smiled soothingly and considerately.
"No other questions for now?"
She switched back to the Loenese with its peculiar accent, as if she was trying hard to learn and adapt to this "foreign language from another world".
I don't know where she learned the language foundation in the first place...
Klein didn't dare to pollute the conversation with the girl with these meaningless thoughts and complaints. Hearing that she vaguely wanted to change the subject, he immediately seized the opportunity to speak.
"No, your Excellency..."
"Stop, stop, stop. Wasn't my hint obvious enough?" The girl with long light blonde hair and fair skin, who looked spoiled just by her appearance and every move, pointed at the bright sun above the two men's heads in an unhappily and said, "Even if you want to ask something else, you shouldn't let a lady stand under the scorching sun to be questioned."
...That seems to be the truth.
After Klein calmed down and regained his composure, he noticed some small details about the girl.
For example, although she robbed him of all his wealth with great momentum, she always maintained the most basic courtesy to him as a victim... The question is, is it really necessary to do so?
For another example, she now adopts this honest question-and-answer attitude, which seems to be intended to gain his trust. So, looking back at him, is there anything in him that is worth her efforts... or knowledge? You know, beautiful women are born to know how to use their appearance advantages. Klein asked himself that he was not a rare handsome man who could make others throw themselves at him. At most, he was an ordinary bookish man with regular features. No matter how you think about it, it should not be his turn to enjoy this peach blossom luck... or even a bad peach blossom.
It would be great if the captain was here... I'm still just a Sequence 9 with little experience in the world!
Klein lamented in his heart, but he forced a smile on his face: "I was negligent, so respected Miss... Where would you like to go to rest for a while? If you don't mind having a drink, I know there's a nice cafe not far from here..."
But after saying that, Klein suddenly realized that he was now a penniless pauper, and his only property was in the hands of the magician lady in front of him...
Oh,
damn it, this awful woman had been forcing him to hand over those ink-printed cuties with an innocent look before! How could this be like the mysterious and powerful magicians in his imagination? She was simply a witch! Witch!
Klein cursed feebly in his heart.
"Coffee shop... forget it. You don't have any money now."
As expected, after hearing his abrupt proposal, the witch with an angelic face did not have the slightest intention of returning the money to him. She even stuffed the handful of banknotes in her hand into the small leather bag at her waist and did not even mention that she could use the money to pay the bill...
But soon, Klein heard her even worse remarks.
"Can you take me to your home, sir?"
Take her... to your home?
The figures of Benson and Melissa immediately appeared in Klein's mind.
Is this witch trying to threaten me with the safety of her family? Now she lies that she actually lives in the company's employee dormitory, and then takes the opportunity to take people to the Blackthorn Security Company, the headquarters of the Nighthawks. I don't know if she can fool me...
"Sir? Don't say you are a homeless vagrant, and don't try to lie to me. Because until now, I have never told you a lie, so if you want to deceive me with lies, it violates the equal exchange between us, doesn't it?"
"...When did we have an equal exchange?" Klein protested weakly - he was referring to her previous ruthless robbery.
The girl looked unhappy when she heard this, and Klein was frightened again.
"Don't you think so?"
Perhaps she felt that those few thin banknotes were nothing, so she didn't take the full amount of wealth on him into consideration...
Klein could only lower his head against his conscience: "...Okay, then even if there is."
"So take me to your house and sit for a while, and by the way, can you prepare a room for me to stay overnight?" The girl made another request, and even became more aggressive.
"...What?" Klein was completely dumbfounded this time. "No, you... No, dear lady, if you are worried about having no place to stay, I can... I can help you book a room in a hotel!"
"To book a room in a hotel, do you have money? Besides, you will need an ID, right? I don't have such a thing on me."
"You can use my..." Klein explained dryly. He didn't want to worry about the money anymore.
But as he struggled to give in, the girl suddenly fell silent for a few seconds in a very subtle way.
"But I don't want this to seem like I'm checking into a hotel with you."
As she spoke with a hint of disgust, Klein felt the temperature on his face rising, and it wasn't because of the heat.
"No, I can... I can guarantee that I don't have such thoughts..."
As it turned out, regardless of whether Klein had such charming thoughts or not, this witch with a bad temper had no intention of listening to his advice. Feeling extremely frustrated and helpless, Klein could only lead her to the townhouse at 2 Narcissus Street. On the way, they passed by a department store, so Miss Witch ran into it and bought a classic-style parasol, wasting more than ten minutes.
God bless you, Goddess bless you! Hopefully Benson and Melissa can get home later today! His task is to "deal with" this witch before dinner and make her give up the idea of staying at his house tonight!
And... although it was difficult to say it, he really wanted to escape more than once on the way home, running to St. Selina Church, or escaping to the Blackthorn Security Company on a public carriage, but in the end he suppressed it with his reason.
It's okay, Klein, you've tried your best. Besides, she may not follow you forever. Think about it, can't you get rid of her by going to work tomorrow? Even if she insists on following you, the night watchmen and the reliable Captain Dunn will surely not leave her to die.
While suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Klein distractedly looked at the beautiful parasol held by the witch lady beside him. He felt the pain of a knife cutting his flesh again - this "useless item" that can only be used for a few days in the afternoon of July and August is priced at 6 soli!
The witch lady obviously didn't know what politeness or bargaining meant, and she generously took out money to pay the bill... Well, of course, she used the money she robbed from him.
It's over. When they get to his house, will she have some strange magic that can make the private money he and Benson hid fly out?
Klein already felt a slight toothache.
Fortunately, it was the beginning of July and a weekday. The Tingen Technical College where his sister Melissa studied only had summer vacation during the two hottest weeks of the year, which was fourteen days from the end of July to the beginning of August. Benson had to work outside, so when Klein tremblingly took out the key and opened the door, he saw an empty living room and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He changed his leather shoes and stepped into his home slippers, then turned around to look at the beautiful figure standing quietly by the door, and for a moment he felt indescribably embarrassed.
"...Why don't you come in?"
Didn't she insist on coming to his house to rest?
"It seems that your family doesn't have any extra guest slippers." The girl glanced at the shoe rack in the entrance.
Klein thought to himself that was natural. He had only moved into this new house a few days ago and there were still many things he had not had time to buy. It was good enough that he remembered to buy slippers for his three siblings. You know, when they lived in the apartment before, they never changed their shoes when they got home...
As his thoughts flashed, Klein was about to say that you should just use the women's home shoes over there, but he saw her squatting down to untie the laces of her short boots, and then she stepped directly on the floor with her pair of jade feet wrapped in semi-transparent white socks, and then stood up again, looking straight at him with a pair of misty eyes.
"And you haven't invited me in yet."
...What kind of strange reason is this? Is she one of those fairy creatures in Western European folklore on Earth who must be invited before entering someone else's home?
As Klein was complaining to himself, he suddenly remembered that the origin of Earth's mysticism that he knew was more or less related to this kind of true and false legends, and similar theories might also be effective in the world he traveled to...Could it be that the act of "invitation" really has some special, mystical meaning to her?
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little uneasy, but his own spirituality did not give him any warning, so he could only speak to her in a very low and shy voice.
"...Please come in, Miss Witch."
- Oops, I accidentally said the name I was calling her in my mind!
Klein looked embarrassed and quickly said to make amends: "No, no, respected Miss Magician, I just said it accidentally..."
Her steps as she walked in were obviously tripped by these unexpected words and she paused for a moment.
"Miss Witch? Do I look like a witch to you?"
As a super newbie who had just entered the ranks of Beyonders for a few days, Klein Moretti, a Sequence 9 "Fortune Teller" at the bottom of the food chain, was not clear about the meaning of the word "witch" in the transcendental world at this time, but this did not prevent him from observing her words and expressions, and tasting something unpleasant from the subtle changes in her expression.
"No, it's just…"
"Come to think of it, there are other people who call me by similar names… Well, I mean some people in this world who possess extraordinary powers. They have always called me, 'witch.'"
The girl spoke this in a language that Klein had never heard of, but at the end of her words, she switched back to Loenese and pronounced the word "witch" clearly and distinctly.
"Could it be that whenever people in this world see a woman with extraordinary powers, they assume she is a witch?"
Klein vaguely sensed something from her tone, and he cautiously probed.
"...Have you ever dealt with other people with extraordinary powers before?" And judging from her attitude, the process was probably not very pleasant.
Sure enough, she frowned.
"It's more like a fight than dealing with each other... They didn't intend to communicate with me at all. They just started fighting right away. I had no choice but to fight back."
They... They were fighting against multiple Beyonders... I didn't know who they were. Official Beyonders shouldn't attack a weak young girl indiscriminately, right? Maybe she met a member of some extreme illegal organization? For example, the Secret Order...
Klein's thoughts couldn't help but diverge. He led the girl into the living room without saying anything, motioning for her to find a chair to sit on. He went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of water, then returned to the living room and placed this simple treat in front of the girl.
She first thanked him politely, then picked up the cup and took a few sips of water without any wariness, which made Klein murmur in his heart.
If he had just put some drugs in the water, could he have knocked the person out and thrown him out of the house?
"Well, sir, you obviously have a lot of questions you want to ask me, right? Why not take this opportunity to ask them all at once. In exchange, I would like to consult you about information about supernatural powers in this world. Well... even if it's just basic knowledge, it doesn't matter. I just need a reliable reference as a benchmark."
"...I thought you would be more tactful." Klein was slightly stunned. He didn't expect her to negotiate in such a straightforward and honest manner... It was as if she was offering him a deal.
Indeed, as she said, he did have a certain interest in her, and could even be said to have expectations for her.
If Klein learns more about the extraordinary world after some time, he may not be in the same mood as he is now.
In front of the star wanderer who calls himself a "visitor from another world", he will realize that he is facing extreme danger and the unknown, and it is absolutely impossible for him to maintain his current mood of tension and expectation.
Yes, Klein had to admit that he was looking forward to something, such as...
going home. Back to his home on Earth.
But it wasn't enough. He couldn't just accept everything she said, nor did he trust her enough to tell her secrets.
So, he had to be careful with what he said.
After making up his mind, Klein stopped talking and waited for the other party's next move. She did not disappoint him and responded quickly.
It seems that she doesn't have as many concerns as he does… Klein thought.
"Being euphemistic or straightforward is just a means of expressing one's intention. I think what both of us need now is a straightforward, accurate and efficient way of communication, rather than endless testing, concealing and testing again, so you can relax a little. I have no ill will towards you or what you have." As the girl spoke, she raised her hand to unbutton her robe and put the loose white robe with gold edges on the back of the chair, revealing the sleeveless top underneath that was both cool and sporty.
Seeing this, Klein could only stare blankly at his water cup and focus on her words: What a weird person... She doesn't feel hot in the scorching sun outside wrapped in a thick robe, but takes the initiative to unbutton her coat when she is in a room with a temperature of over 20 degrees...
"So, sir, you can ask me questions now, and I will answer you to the best of my ability." The girl crossed her hands on the table and read to him in a gentle tone.
Many complicated thoughts flashed through Klein's mind. He hesitated for a moment and chose one of them.
"…How should I address you? I can't always call you 'Miss the Magician from Another World', right?"
He was really worried that he would accidentally blurt out the word "Miss Witch" one day.
"Are you asking for my name?" She blinked in surprise. After a moment, her emerald eyes turned around a few times before focusing on Klein's face again. "Well, you can call me Alice." "
...Why do you take so long to think about it? This is a pseudonym." Klein was really almost too tired to complain.
"It's a pseudonym, but I can assure you that my name here is Alice, and I won't use any other name." She admitted this generously.
For some reason, Klein always had an indescribable strange illusion: Alice was traveling to another world... This reminded him of the fairy tale called Alice in Wonderland before he traveled through time.
Was it because a similar story existed in the "other world" where she came from? Or did she just happen to choose a simple and easy-to-remember pseudonym?
Without thinking about it anymore, Klein was honest enough to give her his name before she asked him.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Alice. I'm Klein Moretti."
The "fortune teller" and the "magician" from another world exchanged their names. It was only then that they got to know each other and began their first communication.
Before we knew it, the sun was setting, dyeing half of the sky golden and red.
Melissa came home from school and could see the lighted living rooms clearly through the door. So she took out her key and opened the door without knocking or ringing the doorbell.
Her sight suddenly paused as she swept across a certain spot in the entrance. Melissa looked up as if she had noticed something and looked towards the staircase where the footsteps came from. She saw her brother Klein walking down from the second floor with a slightly strange expression on his face.
He obviously knew what Melissa had discovered. That pair of small and exquisite women's boots is still placed in the entrance.
Melissa didn't think too much about it - she knew that what she was thinking was definitely not within the scope of "thinking too much". After all, it was the first time that her silly brother invited someone to his home... and the other party was a lady!
"Klein..." Melissa, who was a younger sister but inexplicably cared about her as a mother, thought for a moment and decided not to put too much pressure on her brother for the time being, so she said, "After you fall in love, remember to save money when you should, and don't be stingy when you should spend money... At least, don't let her think that you are a man who is unwilling to contribute to her and the family. Well, so don't give me pocket money for the time being. You have to think long-term, save the money, and prepare for a future engagement... I mean, if possible."
Klein's business-like awkward smile froze on his face.
He knew... he knew he would be misunderstood! And the misunderstanding was so outrageous! He simply couldn't imagine what the scene would be like when Benson returned home!
Although it took Klein a lot of effort to convince Alice to stay in his room and not go out, he felt that it was all worth it.
Until now, it's been worth it.
But how could he have guessed that his sister was so imaginative! Even just by seeing a pair of women's shoes at the entrance, she directly planned his engagement!
Melissa saw that Klein was just smiling absentmindedly. She felt strange and took a few steps closer and called out to him.
"Klein? Are you okay?"
"...I'm fine, I'm fine." Klein came to hGood morning on Friday
As a result, this night turned out like this.
Klein looked at his sister on his left, who was sitting upright, trying to make her tender face look mature and steady. Her brown eyes were shining brightly, and she seemed to be completely immersed in the words that Miss Alice was telling her.
Alice, who was sitting opposite him and had stunning beauty and unique temperament, had a slightly pale face and a weak and frail figure. She spoke softly about something whose truth or falsehood was unclear, and from time to time she cast a tender glance in the direction of Klein.
As for Benson, he seemed to have considered that if he sat here, his family would appear too imposing, turning a casual conversation into an interrogation of a prisoner... But it was also possible that he simply couldn't stand the extraordinary beauty of his younger brother's "girlfriend".
Regardless of the reason, after completing the polite reception, Benson chose to take the newspaper and sat on the sofa not far away to read it. However, it was obvious that judging from the slow movements of the eldest brother of the Moretti family as he flipped through the newspaper, he was also quite concerned about the situation of the "trial" - it seemed that the person being interrogated was mainly his younger brother Klein.
Klein himself crossed his arms with mixed feelings, staring blankly at the girl's pink lips opening and closing opposite him.
Well, her sickly appearance was probably to match his acting skills that he had put on to fool his family.
...You know what, her acting was really convincing. At least Melissa and Benson both believed that her discomfort today was caused by anemia and heat stroke.
Although Klein doubted whether anyone would really get heatstroke in Tingen with the temperature less than 30 degrees Celsius, both Melissa and Benson, who came home late from overtime, believed it, so he couldn't say anything.
At this moment, Klein deeply understood what it meant to be "a woman's mouth is a lie."
With just a few truncated sentences, she successfully established a persona in the Moretti family: "A runaway noble lady fainted while out and was rescued by the kind-hearted Mr. Klein." She won the trust of the Benson siblings and also rationalized the reason why she came to stay at the Moretti family tonight.
...No, brother, sister, can you believe such old-fashioned rhetoric? Even third-rate online romance novels disdain to use such routines now. Your thinking needs to be reformed...
Klein complained about the absurd scene in front of him with a smile, but at the same time he had to admit that no matter how tacky or old-fashioned it was, her method was indeed effective. At least it prevented him from further embarrassment and made many things that could not be explained by common sense be accepted by his family in a softer form...
After all, he couldn't just come up and tell Benson and the others that she was a homeless alien magician who might stay in our house for a few days - who would believe that?
Although he still couldn't escape the guilt of lying to his brother and sister's family, Klein knew that since he decided to join the Nighthawks and become a special member with extraordinary abilities, he could no longer treat them as frankly as before.
From the moment he told his first lie, he was destined to tell more lies in order to protect his family in this world full of mystery and unknown.
Klein was prepared for this.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Klein, who was thinking about all kinds of things aimlessly, felt the gaze.
He came back to his senses and happened to meet Alice's smile.
From the look she gave him, Klein could sense a little understanding and sympathy.
...He could vaguely understand what she meant.
Because he had already glimpsed a glimpse of another world from her mouth, and knew that it was a vast world where ordinary people could understand and even come into contact with extraordinary powers. There was no sequence, no concept of leveling up through potions, and no madness or loss of control.
It was a truly different world that was fundamentally different from the world he lived in.
...Although, in reality, that world might not be as pure and beautiful as it seemed. Alice once said, "The human heart is a more terrifying enemy than monsters, and many terrifying monsters were once humans." But Klein felt that at least she didn't have to hide it from her family and could learn how to use extraordinary powers openly.
"Klein, Klein…"
He suddenly noticed that his sister Melissa was quietly waving at him.
"What's wrong?" He looked at Melissa puzzledly, then glanced at the witch lady opposite him.
"Well, I want to go wash up... I have to excuse myself for a moment and touch up my makeup. Klein, please stop daydreaming." Melissa said, and gestured in Alice's direction with her eyes.
"Touch up your makeup? Melissa, when will you..." Klein suddenly reacted halfway through his sentence, stared at his sister's embarrassed and angry expression and forced an awkward smile, "No, it's okay, go ahead."
"I knew it, you weren't listening to our conversation at all before." When Melissa left the living room, Alice raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.
Klein glanced at the bad woman who was obviously gloating: "Upper-class conversation skills?"
... No, why can this witch smile so beautifully when we are all of the same species?
"Well... you can say that, after all, we just happened to talk about how to tactfully express your desire to go to the bathroom." Alice said.
Isn't that just a pretentious topic similar to how to write the word "fennel" in fennel beans? Klein thought.
But he wasn't stupid enough to expose her in front of her.
"I didn't expect your cooking skills are quite good. Thank you for treating me tonight." Alice didn't care about his silence and chuckled sweetly.
——By the way, she used pure Loenese.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Klein would never have imagined that anyone could learn and master a completely unfamiliar foreign language in just a few hours.
But that was the fact. Alice herself said that she had always been "a little gifted" in language learning. Her slightly smug and pretentious demeanor at the time really made Klein extremely uncomfortable.
I really want to give this Versailles witch a hammer... Of course, Klein didn't dare to do that, and he didn't have much motivation to attack that face.
After observing Benson's situation with his peripheral vision, Klein slightly left his seat, leaned over to the opposite side, and said in a low voice: "Why did you make up an identity as a noble lady who ran away from home? If you do this, I can't help you to smooth things over..." Besides, she didn't faint during the day...
Alice blinked when she heard this and gave her own reasons in a low voice.
"I didn't make up a fake identity. I was born into a noble family and now I'm far away from home. If not a runaway noble lady, then what else could I be?"
...Are you the runaway princess from Disney?
Klein's mouth twitched, and he was suddenly speechless.
However, recalling what he had just seen at the table, Klein began to agree with her words.
After all, temperament cannot be faked.
Klein knew that he didn't know much about dining etiquette, but that didn't stop him from appreciating... ahem, identifying other people's postures and movements.
At least, almost everyone at the Moretti family's dinner table tonight was influenced by the girl's every move. Even Melissa and Benson, who had not seen much of the world, no longer feasted on Klein's cooking as they had done in previous times. Instead, they ate slowly and chewed their food like true ladies and gentlemen.
But on second thought, his mood suddenly became unhappy again.
A noble is roughly equivalent to a wealthy man, roughly equivalent to a rich person... Then why would she come to rob him, an ordinary citizen struggling on the poverty line? Oh, the currency of the other world is not accepted here...
That's okay.
"Klein, you guys take your time chatting. I should go back to my room and read a book." Benson glanced at the couple whispering to each other, showing an understanding and considerate smile. He put down the newspaper in his hand that he was using as a cover, and prepared to make room for them to spend time together.
Hearing this, Klein remembered that he had taken up the place where his brother usually studied accounting knowledge. In order to save gas, Benson and Melissa usually chose to complete their study plans in the living room.
So he hurriedly stood up and dissuaded her, saying, "We are almost ready to go upstairs. The lights in the living room will not be turned off. Melissa still has to finish her school homework."
Benson obviously understood what he meant. With a smile that gave Klein goosebumps, he nodded slightly.
Suppressing the inexplicable chill on his back, Klein stood up and turned to the beautiful girl who was sitting obediently and looking up at him, and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Come, let's go upstairs and talk."
She nodded obediently and stood up, then she smiled softly beside him: "You don't mind being misunderstood by your family now?"
Klein knew that she was referring to him in particular.
"I've already got the wrong idea." He expressed his helplessness in a desperate manner.
At this moment, Alice's footsteps as she followed him to the stairs suddenly paused.
"How about something more exciting?"
...What was she talking about?
Klein didn't realize her intention for a long time.
"Look, wasn't there a controversial sentence in the statement I just gave to your family? The one about fainting from heatstroke." Alice reminded him softly with "kindness", but the next second, a look of pain suddenly appeared on her face, which had turned pale by some unknown method, and her delicate body, which was only wearing a thin long dress, began to stagger and fell forward.
Klein was suddenly startled. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had already reached out in that direction and grabbed the girl's shoulders and arms, helping her maintain her final balance.
"What happened?" This sudden change also alarmed Benson. He quickly put down the books that were placed on the corner cabinet in the living room and moved closer to check the situation.
"No, it's nothing serious. She probably hasn't gotten better from the heat stroke she suffered during the day… I'll take her upstairs to rest." Klein, who was trying to remain calm, did not miss the subtle movement of the girl, who closed her eyes and pretended to be dizzy, blinking at him.
...My goodness, this damn witch really knows how to cause trouble.
She really should be asked to write the sequel to "An Actor's Self-cultivation".
With a stern face, Klein lifted up the limp body of the girl that was almost leaning against him. With his brother's increasingly frightening gaze behind him, he silently carried the "fainted" witch up to the second floor with stiff movements and hand and foot together.
Melissa, who had been waiting with bated breath at the corner of the first floor for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the sound of a door closing upstairs. She slowly walked out of the corner of the living room where the light could not reach, raised her head and looked at her eldest brother.
"Benson... it looks like they have a pretty good relationship?"
Benson nodded slightly after hearing that. "It seems so for now. But Klein is still too young, and there are many things he hasn't done that are considerate enough. I think as a family, we should give him more advice... After all, that young lady is so pretty, and she's only seventeen years old. She ran away from home before her coming-of-age ceremony. Melissa, what do you think the reason is?"
After pondering for a few seconds, Melissa gave a guess.
"…You don't want to follow your family's arrangements and marry someone you don't know?"
After looking at each other, the brother and sister both felt that this was the most reasonable explanation.
Alas, it seems that Klein's love journey will experience many ups and downs -
completely unaware of what his brothers and sisters were thinking, Klein gently closed the door of his room and turned to the witch beside him who had not yet left him. His face suddenly turned the color of a pot.
"Is it so fun to play tricks on others?"
He, he naively believed in her superb acting skills and thought that there really was an accident... Please, can you compensate him for his mental damage?
The culprit who made his heart pound, the evil witch whose face had returned to normal, replied without blushing: "I'm not playing tricks on you, I just wanted to complete my previous words."
Klein opened and closed his mouth, and finally gave up the idea of arguing with her after a while.
The arm that had supported the girl before still seemed to have a warm and soft touch, but Klein knew that it was just his illusion, a poison that the witch had used to confuse his mind while joking. If he took it seriously, he would be completely defeated...
Taking a deep breath, Klein calmed his mind and prepared to return the topic between the two to the state before they were interrupted -
"Miss Alice, although it may be a bit presumptuous, do you have more information about astral channels and other worlds? You know, I... I joined the Beyonder because I am interested in these mystical contents, otherwise I would not have chosen the 'fortune teller' who excels in inspiration..."
He gave a half-true reason, while trying to make his expression seem more sincere, carefully hiding the part of the information he really wanted to know between the real and fake words.
But it seemed that Miss Witch's answer would disappoint him.
"The astral passage... Well, I am sure that there are other worlds at the end of the astral passage, but I must say in advance that I don't have much motivation or ideas to explore new worlds. Moreover, due to the great instability of the astral passage itself, I cannot guarantee that the end of the opened passage will definitely be a 'safe' and 'stable' plane. You know, some beings like to create unstable demi-planes, and the consequences of accidentally stepping into them are generally quite terrible..."
When she said this, she smiled again.
"So when I think about it carefully, it seems that I won't be able to find the way back in a short time. After
all, it was completely an accident that I ended up here, and I didn't record the coordinates of the nodes I passed through." "...This is not a conclusion that can be said with a smile, right?" Klein took a few steps back and kept a sufficient distance from the smiling girl. Only then did he finally feel that he could think normally.
Furthermore, she expressed that she would not be able to return in the short term... Could it be that she wanted to live in his house for a long time?!
Klein tapped his forehead and felt an extreme headache.
But Alice said: "It's not true, but I need to confirm a few things. If everything goes well, maybe I can go back in a week."
…After saying this, Klein actually hoped that she could stay in this world for a while longer.
At least he should think of a way to get her to help find the location of the Earth... Even if it's just a try, Klein feels that this is definitely better than doing nothing.
But what excuse should he use?
"I sensed an evil thought." Alice suddenly looked at him and said.
No way? He was just thinking about it, how could she...?
Klein blurted out subconsciously: "No, I didn't!"
"Well, I was kidding." Alice raised a smile and said with a coquettish look that didn't sound like she was joking at all, "Then go to bed, good night, Mr. Klein."
Maybe it was that face's fault. Klein felt that he couldn't tell the difference between her seriousness and teasing... Wait, go to bed so early? It's only a little after eight o'clock now?
"Sleeping late is the enemy of the skin... Sir, don't you even know this?" Alice seemed to have read his inner thoughts from the surprise on his face. She raised her hand to gather her hair, then slid her ten fingers down to the buttons on her plump chest. Her pink nails unbuttoned the buttons, and little by little untied the restraints on her body.
Klein was stunned for five or six seconds before he realized what she was doing. He turned around and began to face the wall.
"You, you..."
Did she have no defenses against gender... or was she... this witch... tempting him?
Klein felt the temperature on his face begin to rise, but at the same time he was deeply confused.
What does she want?
To lust after his body? No, how is that possible! Normally it should be the other way around... No, although I'm not greedy for her... nor am I greedy for her body. Klein tried hard to keep his thoughts functioning and prevent his brain from shutting down.
He seemed to hear the witch's faint laughter in his ears. He couldn't help but feel a numbness on his back. He subconsciously turned around and found that she was no longer there.
The light in the bathroom next door came on, but Klein, the owner of the house, could only stare at the shadow cast on the small window in silence and sigh.
Klein, who had made up his mind not to look at the witch any more, strengthened his will. As the figure wrapped in a pure white bath towel stepped on the water and left the bathroom, he did not even glance in that direction.
That bath towel is mine...
With this thought flashing through his mind, Klein sat at his desk and continued to flip through his notes, consolidating and deepening his memory of the mysticism knowledge he had learned during the day.
Speaking of which, because she was not wearing shoes in his room, her wet bare feet after taking a shower made a light clacking sound when they stepped on the floor. Klein really used the perseverance he had as Zhou Mingrui during the sprint review for the college entrance examination to control his urge to be distracted and busy.
"You're so hardworking...Keep it up, Mr. Klein."
A familiar fragrance drifted into his nose. It was the new bath detergent that Klein had just changed after moving. He had only used it a few times.
Concentrate, focus...
Klein looked straight ahead as he earnestly recited the spiritual mathematics knowledge that could be applied to the field of astronomical divination... Even though his "Fortune Teller" potion could allow him to memorize this knowledge in the shortest possible time, he would rather spend more time on these things at this moment.
...It's better than facing that witch.
As the faint fragrance gradually faded away, Klein's heart slowly fell back into his chest.
Did she finally give up the idea of teasing him?
Yes... As slow as he was, he finally realized that this witch was just teasing him, an innocent man with no relevant experience, and enjoying his ridiculous responses to various pranks...but he fell into the trap again and again, providing her with a lot of fun.
Still too naive.
Klein reflected on himself, but other thoughts began to ripple through his mind.
Compared with the "information about the other world" revealed to him by the witch, the extraordinary knowledge he knew seemed to be too little... He also showed the occult information recorded in his notebook to the witch, but she just glanced at it and returned the notebook to him, saying that the knowledge related to divination could not help her much.
As a result, what I told her the most were various myths, most of which the "original owner" learned from rea