The culmination of pleasure is pain.
After giving this guiding motto, Mrs. Beatrice obviously did not intend to explain further. Instead, she held on to that mysterious and seductive smile, waiting for the witches present, who were either confused or gained something, to recover from their thinking state. Then she clapped her hands and said, "
Okay, take your understanding of it and go and practice and explore it together."
Soon, she turned to Alice:
"Ms. Claire... Both you and this little 'witch' here are attending the meeting for the first time, so why don't you choose each other as partners. It just so happens that you are interested in her, aren't you?" "
I don't have any objection."
Alice said this, and she saw from a distance that the young witch who was chosen had a changed face, as ugly as if she was taken to the guillotine.
Seeing that she agreed so readily, Lady Beatrice chuckled a few times, then turned around and brought the pale-faced "witch" over.
"Go through this hall and walk to the back are several living rooms. You can choose an empty room and practice your understanding of that motto... I wish you a good time in advance."
After politely thanking the witch who was too gentle and friendly, Alice smiled and watched her walk towards Stephanie who had been telling the story earlier, then she looked away and gave the order nonchalantly.
"Let's go."
After taking a few steps towards the exit of the hall, Alice suddenly turned around and looked at the "witch" who was still standing there without moving.
"Do you want me to ask you to leave?"
Seeing that she pursed her lips and didn't answer, but started to move her feet with an uncooperative attitude, Alice showed a little impatience.
She silently summoned spider silk, wrapped it around the other person's fragile neck just when the other person was unaware, and then pulled the silk thread forward.
The witch, whose facial features did not look delicate individually but gave a gentle and sweet feeling when put together, staggered suddenly and almost fell forward. Fortunately, she managed to maintain her balance in the end.
"If you don't want to be dragged around by me like a dog, you should be more self-aware."
Alice didn't care about her look of shame, resentment and fear, and even took the time to pay attention to the reactions of the other witches.
——Not surprisingly, they turned a blind eye to the situation on their side.
After this threat, the witch who was "assigned" to her was finally willing to cooperate, but the color on her face became a little paler.
Alice randomly picked an empty living room and walked in first, walking around the room which was fully furnished.
Nothing suspicious was found that indicated tampering.
But when she turned around, she was surprised by the young girl's actions.
The other person had a complex expression of disgust and shame on her face, but her hands were quickly removing her clothes.
In the short half minute that Alice turned around and observed the room, she threw several petticoats on the ground, and the formal moon-white long dress was pulled loose, even revealing a small part of her smooth, full and round chest.
Seeing her look, the young "witch" just bit her lip and said nothing, continuing to untie the layers of straps on her body.
...Well, pleasure and pain, right?
Alice pondered for a few seconds and finally decided to give up thinking.
She walked closer to the girl, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, until she was within five steps, and made sure that her eyes were looking at her.
She raised her hand, palm facing outward, fingers spread out, and at the same time, a chant woven from an ancient alien language vibrated from her throat:
"(False Pain.)"
"(Phantom Illusion.)"
- Well, that's enough.
It can not only make the "witch" experience the pain in the motto, but also use her imagination to construct a phantom that is close to reality to do something to her... well, what she wants to happen.
Using an invisibility spell on herself and a silence spell to eliminate the noise of her footsteps and clothes rubbing against each other,
Alice left the ambiguous living room and shut out the girl's cries of pain behind the door. A witch has her own ways, and of course she has her own methods.
The fire has already been sown at the beginning, and now is the time to reap the harvest.
Instead of leaving, Alice turned into an invisible and silent shadow and stood quietly at the edge of the corridor outside the door, waiting for the opportunity to come.
Only about five minutes later, she saw the man she expected.
Mrs. Beatrice had long, slightly curly black hair and was wearing a bright red high-waisted dress that made her look rich and charming. She had beautiful facial features and was walking hurriedly, holding up the hem of her skirt, with a look of annoyance on her face.
She stopped in front of the closed door, then placed her finger on the keyhole under the doorknob. She remained still for five or six seconds before she nodded slightly as if confirming something. She took out an object that looked like a pocket watch from her sleeve, and carefully reached out to push the door open.
However, what gradually came into view was not the rose-red furniture, but the person that Lady Beatrice was most familiar with and the person she should least see.
——She saw herself in the mirror.
Mirrors, countless mirrors, countless Mrs. Beatrice in luxurious dresses, making the same expressions and movements, countless pairs of equally frightened eyes staring at her in astonishment.
"You suddenly realized that you made a mistake: you should not have assigned the two new participants together. Instead, you should have let your apprentice, Stephanie, guide the new witch, and deal with Claire yourself, who you didn't know the details of..."
As if she could not hear the strange narration coming from the shadows of the corridor behind her, Mrs. Beatrice maintained the action of pushing open the door without moving, and the hand holding the pocket watch was pressed on the watch cover. She only needed to apply a little force to open it and activate the extraordinary power housed in it.
But she was as quiet as if she were dead, the only difference between her and a corpse being the faint rise and fall of her chest's breathing.
"But this is not your fault. You have made more than one mistake. From the very beginning, you should not have gone alone to greet the strange visitor... Look, she has come to welcome you too."
As the narration became brisk, Mrs. Beatrice slowly turned her neck, like a puppet, raised her lifeless eyes, and looked at the blurry black shadow that appeared behind her in the mirror.
It was a reflection with the outline of a woman, with hair flying ferociously like a snake, and the position of the eyes seemed like a hollow bottomless abyss, which could drag all intelligent souls into endless struggle.
"She is here to greet you, and you can make up for the many mistakes you made before - yes, you will be pulled into another nightmare that is symmetrical with reality…"
Captured by the countless long hairs that emerged from the mirror like black shadows, Lady Beatrice, like herself in the countless mirrors, sank into the mirror like drowning.
The next moment, the whole scene spun around, and Lady Beatrice fell into the inside of the door.
Inside was the rose-colored furniture set that she was familiar with, but unlike reality, all the furnishings were arranged in a strange mirror symmetry, and Lady Beatrice herself seemed to have completely lost her soul, maintaining the posture of falling to the ground without any reaction.
"In this dream, you are determined to make up for those mistakes. You meet the person you trust the most in your heart. You... will confess everything to the person in front of you."
It was not until this moment that Alice's figure finally appeared like rippling water.
She walked towards Lady Beatrice, who had a dazed look on her face, and used the folding fan in her hand to flick her head left and right a few times. She then released several spells to detect oath constraints, and finally nodded with satisfaction.
"You don't have any oath of secrecy on you, which makes things easier... Next, I'll ask you a question and you'll answer it - are you a member of the Witch's Sect?"
Like a walking corpse, with only instinctive reactions left, Mrs. Beatrice nodded slowly and answered in the affirmative.
"What can you tell me about the high-ranking members of the Witch Cult?" Alice asked quickly.
"I serve Lady Mourning and am responsible for managing the affairs of the Ruislan region, as well as all matters of this manor... As for other high-ranking officials of the sect, I have never come into contact with them." Lady Beatrice replied.
Lady of Mourning…
Alice repeated the name silently, feeling that her bad premonition was about to come true again.
Sure enough, when she asked for more information about the Lady of Mourning and where to find this high-ranking member of the witch sect, Lady Beatrice shook her head to indicate that she knew very little. In fact, every time they contacted each other, it was the other party who took the initiative to find her, or a messenger temporarily notified her of the meeting place. There had never been an exception.
"All I know is that Lady Mourning's strength is at least Sequence 5, and it is very likely that she has reached Sequence 4... She has the ability to make people contract diseases without knowing it." Madam Beatrice finally added.
Putting aside her disappointment, Alice changed the way she asked:
"Among the witches participating in the gathering today, is there anyone who can contact high-level figures from other sects?"
In response, Madam Beatrice shook her head blankly at first, then seemed to remember something and replied uncertainly:
"It is said that the new 'witch' Triss has seen the Lady of Mourning, but it's just a rumor... I don't know the details and don't want to confirm it. Triss's mental state is not very stable, and I think she may go crazy and lose control at any time. In fact, if it weren't for the tacit consent of the Lady of Mourning and Sharon's insistence, I wouldn't want to let this guy set foot in this manor."
Triss... It seems that I have to interrogate one more person later. And who is Sharon? There was no one with this name among the group of witches just now.
Alice nodded in silent thought, then continued to ask questions:
"What is the purpose behind the disappearances in Disi County?"
"Why did the Witch Cult kidnap people with the birth number 6?"
"How much do you know about spells to summon life from other worlds?"
Faced with these questions, Mrs. Beatrice perfectly demonstrated what it meant to know nothing about anything.
Alice sighed, knowing that she wouldn't be so lucky as to find important clues in one try, so she could only give up her luck and ask casually about things that she cared about.
"...Then tell me the purpose behind your party."
Lady Beatrice replied numbly:
"Help witches in the 'joy' stage stabilize the state of the potion. If conditions permit, we will also provide opportunities for promotion."
Stabilizing the state, providing promotion... Is this really some kind of charity?
Even Alice, who lacks common sense in the extraordinary world, knows that such a reason is too abnormal, but Lady Beatrice is now under the influence of her innate spells and multiple illusions, and there is no possibility of her lying.
In other words, she sincerely believed so.
Therefore, the key to everything lies in what she calls the "opportunity for promotion."
"What are the requirements for promotion to Joy?"
Alice asked.
"The first step is, of course, to fully master the potion, then prepare the materials mentioned in the recipe and mix the potion, and finally all that's left
is..." "What's the last step?" Alice asked patiently in a persuasive tone.
Mrs. Beatrice, who had stopped talking for unknown reasons, finally gave her answer with some difficulty.
"Finally, in the pain of the death of a loved one, you take the potion and complete the promotion and transformation…"
"…It has to be this kind of pain? The death of a loved one?"
Alice was stunned when she heard this.
"Madame Mourning said that the more deeply we love someone and the more profound the influence they had on us, the more grief we feel when they die can help us resist madness. Otherwise, we will be defeated by the pain in the potion and twisted into irrational monsters..."
Lady Beatrice answered very slowly, almost enunciating each word, but each word was unusually clear and there was no possibility of misunderstanding.
"Then, Miranda and Shafuli..." Alice almost immediately thought of the pair of witches who were always snuggling together.
Without her having to say more, Lady Beatrice took over in a hollow voice.
"The abnormal love between Miranda and Saffri is the side effect of a certain extraordinary item. Lady Mourning ordered me to take the item from them, but not to attract the attention of others... In addition, no matter which one of them successfully meets the conditions of the ritual, the other must also be dealt with. So I plan to tell them separately in private about the ritual requirements for the promotion of 'Joy', so that..."
In this way, the lovers who once developed feelings for each other due to external forces will become suspicious of each other, and may even fall into a situation of killing each other.
Alice vaguely sensed the problem.
"...Is Triss also a member who needs to be 'dealt with'? So is Stephanie?"
Lady Beatrice, who knew everything under the influence of the spell, gave a very honest answer.
"If Triss shows signs of losing control, she must be dealt with... Stephanie, she seems to have fallen in love with the target's youngest son, and wants to break away from the sect's control, marry an ordinary person and have children... I need to observe her situation, and if she decides to betray, I can only make corresponding punishments."
So, is this the truth behind this party?
Although she knew that this was a trivial matter that had nothing to do with her purpose, Alice still couldn't help but be curious and asked a few more questions. She learned that in the more than one year since Mrs. Beatrice held these regular gatherings, similar treatments were not the first time.
As for the uninvited guest "Claire" who broke into the party, Mrs. Beatrice admitted that she could not make the decision and would pass the information to Ms. Mourners, who would make the decision.
But as to when the senior lady would take the initiative to contact her, Mrs. Beatrice could not guarantee it.
"Without regular contact, information delays are inevitable... It seems that this 'processing workshop' here is not too important in the eyes of the top management, or they have arranged other spies to monitor it."
Considering that Madam Beatrice is even a member of the sect who has mastered the witch's advancement ceremony to Sequence 5, the latter possibility is more likely.
In this way, Alice will sooner or later come into the sight of that senior lady.
But that was exactly the effect she wanted.
"Claire" is her fake identity, and "Alice" is not her real name either. Anti-divination and anti-prophecy are her specialties. Even if there is a great power in this world that can reverse time, it is impossible to find any traces of her.
The theory that "everything you do leaves a trace" doesn't work for Alice.
As long as these anomalies are discovered, the high-ranking mourner of the sect will have no choice but to contact Lady Beatrice, who had face-to-face contact with "Claire".
This will also provide her with an opportunity to find the other party in reverse.
The control implanted in Lady Beatrice needs to be maintained as long as possible. I wonder if it can last until the mourning lady contacts me actively...
Alice nodded, estimating that the time should be about right, so she organized her thoughts and was about to ask the last question.
Just as she was about to speak, a familiar voice suddenly emerged from deep in her heart, with an obvious sense of tension and urgency in its emotions.
"Hey! Alice, are you there? You are here, right? You can hear me, right? Are you done over there? Anyway, whether you are done or not, you have to listen to me. I... there is a problem over here! Quick, help me think of a solution! It would be better to save me... No, that's not right. I have my dignity. The word "save" is not quite accurate... Shit, I can almost feel the word "danger" appearing above my head..."
... Shit?
Alice was a little confused and failed to respond in time. It was not until the other side sent a lot of messy heart sounds in panic that she started the mental call and passed on her reply:
"It will probably take me another five minutes to finish here. Can you hold on?... Those potions, have they all been used up?"
"Five minutes! I don't think five minutes... No, it has nothing to do with the potions. It's better to say that I can't find a chance to use them. Five minutes... I will try my best to hold on, but it's hard to say..."
"What's going on? Have you been involved in a murder scene? Have you been treated as a suspect?"
Because of the effect of telepathy, Alice knew that her thoughts at this moment would be captured by the spell, so she simply relied on her instinct to ask Madam Beatrice the questions she had thought of before -
what is the general situation of those witches who were originally female.
"No, why would you think of it as a murder case? No matter how fragile I am, I wouldn't be like a certain... Damn it, this woman is so proactive that it's scary... Could she be a witch? No, no, I'm a little nervous now. I can't think of the worst about everything..."
Unlike the honest voice deep in her heart, Mrs. Beatrice showed a look of painful struggle when she heard the last question asked by Alice, and there was a sign that she was about to break free from the control of suggestion.
Alice is no stranger to similar reactions.
This is a special performance that only occurs when the deepest secrets in the other person's heart are touched.Klein felt that he was truly innocent.
He stayed quietly in the banquet hall until the end of dinner time, and then left feeling satisfied with his meal.
Afterwards, he used divination to determine a safer direction before daring to walk around to avoid getting entangled in any messy troubles.
Being alone at a dinner like this would indeed make him stand out a bit, but Klein relied on the special effects of the black mask and gradually changed his mentality from a slight sense of uneasiness to a slight sense of novel excitement.
It really felt like a scene from an assassin's novel... Among the many guests chatting and laughing, no one noticed that a shadow that didn't fit in with them was moving freely. They didn't know that the sharp blade of the god of death had passed by their side so close, but it didn't bring up any blood...
That was of course!
Klein thought, he wasn't really playing the game, so where did the hidden blade come from to show off...
Besides, he wasn't an "assassin", he was a "fortune teller"!
How can a fortune teller just use his hidden blade to stab someone in the kidney?
Forget it, this is not a game world where you can just start over if you lose synchronization. This kind of mentality is not acceptable.
But after a rough tour, Klein, who had lost his sense of novelty, began to feel a little confused.
At first, he planned to listen to other people's gossip and find out what these upper-class people usually pay attention to.
But after listening for a while, he found that these gentlemen, who were all dressed very respectably and politely, were only telling jokes that sounded normal at first glance but were actually very dirty when you thought about it carefully. Even he, a veteran who claimed to have experienced the ups and downs of the information age, couldn't help but curse them in his heart as beasts in human clothing.
It's really not suitable for children... Of course, he's not saying that he belongs to the age range of children.
Klein simply wasn't used to this kind of situation. His inherent decency made him instinctively want to stay away from these things.
I don't know how Alice can tolerate such topics, or maybe for her, small talk at the level of jokes is not worth it at all...
With a lot of random thoughts in his mind, Klein walked towards the ballroom for a few circles, enjoyed the classical music that accompanied the dance, and then left on his own accord because he didn't have a dance partner.
During this period, there were actually enthusiastic ladies who came to invite him to dance, but Klein was happy, but then he thought about his poor dancing skills and could only regretfully refuse.
——The original owner might be able to dance some simple ballroom dances, but as a modern person who traveled through time, he was completely out of touch with this kind of dance etiquette, and he didn't know what to do when he really walked into the dance floor.
At most, it would be some radio gymnastics...
but that would be too embarrassing!
Reject, must reject! Even if Alice came over and asked him to dance, he would say no without hesitation!
So what should he do… He
's already had his big meal and taken a walk, so maybe some exercise to digest the food should be enough—wait, that's a good idea!
What he ate tonight were all high-calorie and high-fat foods. Just walking probably wouldn't be enough to burn off so much energy, so he might as well do some exercise to improve his physical fitness, instead of going back and finding out that he had gained several pounds of fat for nothing.
With this in mind, Klein simply pulled out the gold coin with the dragon and lion pattern from his pocket. Whenever he encountered a fork in the road, he used divination to choose the right route. He traveled smoothly all the way and finally arrived at the outside of the manor, in a courtyard with the refreshing scent of a summer night.
It seems that it is said that it is easy to encounter unspeakable things in the garden...
Remembering Alice's repeated reminders, Klein did not dare to be careless. He walked cautiously and stopped every few steps. On the surface, he had to pretend to be walking casually, but in fact, he had already activated the clairvoyance state. When he saw the aura of others from afar, he avoided them in advance.
It really feels like playing a stealth game.
He complained silently in his mind
while walking forward for a while, and finally found a place suitable for him to complete his exercise. This is a small courtyard with a fairly wide view. There is a round stone pool in the center. Benches for sitting and resting are placed a few meters around it. The light and heat from the lit kerosene wicks are quietly burning in the lampshades of several vertical street lamps.
It's OK... It's very quiet and I don't have to worry about anyone choosing to do business here.
That would be more than just a thrill, it would be complete exhibitionism and a perversion.
The people of Intis might be like this, but the people of Loen care about their reputation.
Klein closed his spiritual vision without worry, took off his mask and coat, and placed them and the bottles of potions neatly on a bench nearby. He then started doing exercises such as push-ups and squats.
Because he was worried that sweat would stain his high-end formal suit, he would always stop when he felt a little tired and before he started to feel hot and sweaty, and wait until his breathing calmed down before continuing.
After exercising for a while with a calm mind, Klein felt peaceful both physically and mentally. It seemed that the excess heat had been discharged from the body through these exercises, or turned into muscle instead of joining the ranks of fat and excess fat.
So he breathed a sigh of satisfaction and prepared to sit back on the bench to rest for a while before making any plans.
But just as he turned to look in the direction where he had placed his coat and mask, he saw a strange woman in a dark dress sitting on the bench, with a mask decorated with black feathers on her face. She was supporting her chin, as if she was fascinated by him.
"Oh, sorry, sir, I didn't mean to stare at you..."
Seeing that he finally noticed her watching, the young lady with brown hair falling like a waterfall stood up abruptly, her brown eyes full of innocence and pity like a newborn deer.
"But you are alone too... I mean, you are just like me, lost after the bustling dinner, and can only be alone in this place far away from the hustle and bustle, feeling the evening breeze and tasting loneliness on such a beautiful night..."
...Good guy.
Klein was embarrassed and stunned for a long time before he realized that he was being hit on.
Moreover, she was quite good at speaking, and described his silly behavior of doing push-ups alone as so, so artistic...
Fortunately, his skin had been tempered by a certain evil witch and had become a little thicker than before. Now he was still wearing a fake identity, so he quickly adjusted his expression, pretended to be indifferent and nodded slightly.
The other party didn't seem to mind his silence.
"Sir, my name is Sharon, you can just call me by my name... Also, if I'm not mistaken, you should be Mr. Edward Barton, right? The one who was on the Tingen Economic Express a few days ago, and made a speech as the business representative of Cage Barton Trading Company, announcing the official entry into the spice market in Ahowa County..." Feeling his doubtful gaze, Sharon lowered her head shyly, blushing slightly and said, "I, I... There is a portrait of you in the newspaper, and you actually look much more handsome than in the portrait."
... Really? Is there really such a person as Edward Barton? And he is a celebrity who has been on the newspaper, and anyone you meet can call out his name?
Klein was even more surprised when he heard this. He thought Alice had made him up to look like someone else that neither Benson nor Melissa could recognize. So this was her reason...
Oh my god, yeah, isn't it because of this handsome face that people are hitting on me now?
He forced himself to suppress his emotions and nodded indifferently, hoping that the woman who "recognized" Edward's identity would understand that he did not want to talk any more and would leave on her own accord.
But the other party obviously didn't want to end the conversation so easily.
"Mr. Edward, you... just to kill time, would you like to sit with me for a while and chat? Let's not talk about those troublesome things related to our identity, just chat casually and relax."
While saying this, Sharon also took off the mask on her face and put it aside, revealing her pitiful and beautiful facial features underneath, and sighed almost pleadingly.
...If it's just a casual chat, it doesn't seem to matter. At most he can just nod and shake his head the whole time... Anyway, Alice doesn't seem to be finished yet.
With this in mind, Klein had already moved to the side of the bench. He picked up his coat and the row of potions underneath with one hand and the black mask with the other. He then sat down at the edge of the bench and nodded reservedly and coldly.
Sharon smiled innocently, but soon sighed sadly.
"That's great. You're so considerate. Oh, if only my husband could be half as gentle as you when he was alive..."
Uh, husband, when he was alive... So she's still a widow. She's so young, you can't tell at all...
Klein didn't want to force himself to laugh awkwardly, so he kept a straight face and said nothing. He just nodded slightly as if he had heard it.
Soon, the enthusiastic and beautiful widow took the initiative to tell him a somewhat clichéd story.
In the story, a local baron took a fancy to a commoner girl who was only beautiful, and married her despite the opposition of others. But this was just the beginning of a tragic marriage. The baron was old and frail, and he died not long after the marriage, leaving his young wife as a widow, facing the malicious gazes of those around her...
Madam Sharon narrated how she dealt with her stepson, with whom she had a bad relationship, how she endured the strange looks from her housekeeper and servants, and how she faced the debt crisis left by the baron...
Just when Klein thought she just wanted to find someone to talk to, she suddenly lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes, raised her voice with a slightly hoarse tone, and changed the subject in a cheerful manner.
"I'm sorry for being so busy complaining to you... The woman who attended the banquet with you would definitely not be as depressed as me..."
Why did he suddenly bring up Alice...
Klein felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell why. He could only continue to play dead.
Next, Mrs. Sharon seemed to aimlessly select a few daily interesting things as topics of conversation, but she would always ask him something intentionally or unintentionally, such as - "
Nowadays, there are not many good men with such temperament as you. Most of them are only eager to show themselves in front of ladies. They often boast about their greatness complacently like curly-haired baboons showing off their hair after just a few words... Alas, your female companion is really lucky to meet you. If I were her, I would definitely not be willing to leave you for someone else."
"You know, my wish is actually very simple and humble, that is, a true love without any exchange of interests... I envy those girls who can still enjoy their youth freely, how carefree they are, unlike me, who has been bound by my current identity and status. I must cheer up as a baron's widow and can't be so willful and capricious like that." "
Every night like this in the past, I always felt lonely, helpless, and a little scared, but I would always encourage myself and cheer myself up. But tonight, with you by my side, I... I felt a sense of security and warmth that I haven't felt in a long time... You won't dislike me for talking too much, right? I'm sorry... My shortcoming is that I tend to be a bit talkative when I'm depressed, and I can't help but want to say what's on my mind."
... Hiss, this taste is a bit strong, isn't it?
Klein gradually tasted it. These pitiful words filled with compliments actually tasted like green tea inside and out.
If he didn't know something about tea appreciation culture, he might have really believed this nonsense.
I guess in modern times, Mrs. Sharon's tea business on WeChat would be very prosperous...
I'd better run away.
Klein had made up his mind to say goodbye, and was about to stand up when Madam Sharon, who had come close to him at some point, hugged his arm.
He was startled and pulled his hand back before either of them could react. He instinctively jumped up and took several steps back.
In the extremely awkward silence, Klein coughed lightly and replied in a deliberately low voice: "
I remembered something and I have to leave. Goodbye, ma'am."
After that, without waiting for Madam Sharon to reply, he turned around and left the small courtyard with a pond. His footsteps were so hurried that it seemed as if there was an evil spirit chasing him.
Therefore, he naturally did not notice that after he chose to leave, Mrs. Sharon's face almost instantly fell. The innocent and pitiful look was gone, and she looked gloomy and cold.
Klein ran straight towards the main building of the manor as if he was escaping. He put on his coat while running and put the mask back on his face. Finally, he successfully returned to the lighted room and finally felt a little relieved.
But before he could feel at ease for long, he discovered that Mrs. Sharon was chasing after him!
...You are too persistent!
At this point, Klein could no longer guess that the other party was attracted to Edward's handsome face, coupled with his seemingly high economic status...
No, regardless of whether she is attracted to me or not, I will not get involved with this kind of green tea woman!
Klein was determined, and he turned and fled towards the banquet hall.
But he soon discovered that Mrs. Sharon, wearing a mask, didn't seem to care about other people's eyes at all. She was willing to throw herself into his arms, which scared him so much that he could only continue to escape before she got close to him.
Oh, and that invisibility potion!
Suddenly remembering the bottle of potion hanging on the leather strap, Klein stopped and was about to take it out, but realized that he seemed to have realized it a little too late.
He happened to leave the winding corridor and pass through a half-open door. Unexpectedly, the door did not lead to a ballroom, but a stylish lounge. The layout of the sofas and decorations was very similar to the lounge he had visited with Alice before -
in other words, this road was blocked!
Klein looked back stiffly. Madam Sharon was walking towards him at a moderate pace. Her red lipstick-coated lips were slightly pouting in the lower half of her face that was not covered by the mask, and she looked pitiful and aggrieved.
——Without caring about his face, he activated the communication effect of the Breath of the Soul before the other party noticed.
After he thought he had conveyed his request for help as concisely as possible, Klein could no longer find the right time to close the call. He could only grit his teeth and deal with Mrs. Sharon who was pestering him, while secretly praying that the five minutes Alice promised would pass quickly.
He had never wished time would pass faster than he did now!
"Mr. Edward, why did you run away... Did I accidentally say something to upset you? Or, have you developed some inappropriate thoughts about me and are ashamed to face your true self..."
"Oh, Mr. Edward, you look a little bad. Let me help you go to the lounge and sit for a while!"
"Mr. Edward, Mr. Edward..." Are
you calling for help?
Klein couldn't help but want to complain, but his clear and calm mind made him realize that something was really wrong with his condition.
His body was a little out of control, and his hands and feet seemed unable to move freely. Madam Sharon was sitting closer and closer on the sofa. He could only try to distract her by talking. While trying to save himself, he shouted in his heart: "
Save me!"
Time passed like years, and Madam Sharon seemed to have had enough of his struggle to remain calm. She calmly changed her sitting position, and her crossed legs almost pressed on his legs. She also boldly and actively pulled his hands and was about to put them on her body.
I... holy shit, is my chastity going to be lost like this?!
Klein was filled with grief and indignation. He deeply regretted that he had not rejected the woman's approach at the beginning, and that he had not acted decisively and used the invisibility potion immediately to possibly get rid of her entanglement...
At this moment, he heard a soft and slightly ethereal voice ringing from the bottom of his heart.
"Close your eyes. Don't open them until I tell you to."
Out of trust in Alice, Klein instinctively closed his eyes.
In Mrs. Sharon's view, this scene was a sign that the man had finally surrendered. She couldn't help but laugh with contempt and pride: men are such bad creatures, they say no on the surface, but in fact they can't resist the temptation of a woman throwing herself into his arms.
In her eyes, even such a handsome young man with both money and good looks could not resist the charm of her body and could only become her snack, providing the pleasure of trying something new and refreshing.
The next moment, an extremely strong light, like the explosion of a new star, burst through the silent room. Even with his eyes closed, Klein could feel the sharp light that almost pierced through his eyes.
Mrs. Sharon stopped moving.
Klein heard someone slowly approaching him. He heard her kick Madam Sharon to the side with a dull thud. He felt his body suddenly become lighter and regain the ability to move, and he heard her smiling voice.
"It's alright, open your eyes... or do you need me to kiss you awake, Your Highness?"