newbobooks Chapter 149 Passionate Love
Chapter 149 Passionate Love
Chapter 149 Passionate Love
What does this have to do with Emperor Rosell?
Audrey was curious about "justice," but she didn't ask. She felt that if she did, she might hear an answer she didn't really want to hear.
Remembering the information "World" had told her about "witches" before, she asked with great curiosity:
"What are witches at the demigod level like?"
"Beautiful, um... very beautiful." Cyril's first reaction was to praise Clarice's beauty.
"She can perfectly present the charm of women at every stage. Simply put, unless you have special preferences, it is basically impossible to resist her beauty, because you will definitely see your favorite version of yourself in her."
"If one actively uses allure, this beauty might transcend gender and species, captivating all life around her."
"Furthermore, her allure can be subtly conveyed through an ordinary smile or a small wink, making it silent and impossible to guard against."
"In terms of extraordinary abilities, each of these 'ageless witches' is eternally youthful, unpredictable and difficult to kill, skilled in resurrection and rebirth, and adept at cursing."
"May you stay young forever!" This was what Audrey and Fors exclaimed in amazement.
"Masters of resurrection and rebirth!" This was what Klein, Alger, and Derrick exclaimed in amazement.
The discussion about the witch didn't last long, probably because they felt it would be impolite to discuss it with Sirion when he was already entangled with the witch.
Afterwards, Alger, the "Hanged Man," shared some of his more recent experiences at sea, Derrick, the "Sun," shared some things about the darkness of the Forsaken Lands, and the three of them, the "World," the "Magician," and the "Justice," supplemented each other's stories by sharing the recent serial murders in Backlund.
Then, with Mr. Fool's reminder, the group ended today's tarot session.
A deep red light rose from the gray mist, melting away the figures on either side of the mottled long table one by one, causing them to disappear into the hall.
Having left the gray fog, Cyril woke up in bed, glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window, hesitated for a moment, and then sat up.
Within minutes, a thick gray fog suddenly surged before his eyes, and he saw the blurry figure of the "Magician" lady and heard her prayer to the "Fool" gentleman:
"Dear Mr. Fool, I have prepared the cash..."
The image of the "Magician" lady praying disappeared, and the "Fool's" majestic voice immediately echoed in his ears:
"You can prepare for the ceremony now."
"Okay..." He had just nodded when the gray fog in front of him suddenly dissipated, and the figure of the "Fool" in the depths of the gray fog also disappeared.
Are you not even letting me finish speaking?
After a moment of silence, Cyril rummaged through the room to find the materials for setting up the ritual, and then took down the cash that the "Magician" lady had sacrificed to the gray fog.
Before he could even count the money, a thick, grayish-white mist once again enveloped his vision.
This is the true image of "The Sun" Derrick:
"Dear 'Fool,' please convey my message to 'Fate': I have found the true root of the Mist Treant in the Silver City trading market, but it lacks the corresponding sap. Does he need it?"
"If the sap of the Mist Treants is in dire need, I can hire people in a few days to hunt for Mist Treants again in the darkness outside Silver City."
After listening to the little sun's prayer, Sirion pondered and said:
"Mr. 'Fool,' please tell Mr. 'Sun' that the sap of the Mist Treants isn't that important. 'The World' might have some left, and I can find a substitute."
The figure, seated deep within the gray fog overlooking the world, nodded slightly without replying, and then vanished once more along with the surrounding gray fog.
Above the gray fog, after relaying Cyril's reply to "The Sun" Derrick, Klein leaned back in his chair and fell into deep thought.
"There is indeed still some sap left from the Mist Treant, but less than 30 milliliters. Moreover, the fact that potion ingredients can be substituted suggests that this is only an auxiliary ingredient?"
After letting his thoughts wander, he left the gray fog after receiving £200 from the "Magician" lady, who had given it to the "Justice" lady, and then the "Justice" lady had passed it on to the "Fool's" attendant.
Inside the bathroom, as Sirion looked at the mirror that had suddenly become dark and reflected a stunningly beautiful woman's face, her relaxed expression instantly crumbled.
In the mirror, Clarice, her reflection visible, looked at him with a hint of displeasure.
Aren't you even a little bit surprised to see me?
There was only surprise, no joy... After a moment of internal grumbling, he quickly laughed:
"How could that be? It's just that your appearance was so surprising that I didn't react for a moment."
He paused, then tentatively asked, "There's not much left to see in Backlund, so you probably don't need a guide, right?"
In the mirror, Clarisse's lips curled slightly, revealing a captivating smile:
"What do you mean? Is it the Russell memorial exhibition tomorrow, or do you already have plans with another lady?"
As she spoke, her tone became somewhat subdued and aggrieved. Xi Ruien felt her heart pound twice faster, and then feelings of self-blame and regret washed over her.
How could I let a lady be so upset? I should comfort her and grant all her requests.
In the blink of an eye, his mouth once again beat his brain to the punch:
"Of course not, we'll go tomorrow!"
"Okay~"
Clarice smiled at him in the mirror, and the tenderness in her eyes captivated him, making it impossible for him to extricate himself.
Cyril gazed at the mirror with fascination until Clarice's figure disappeared, at which point he gradually emerged from his bewitching state.
Realizing what had happened, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and his face darkened slightly.
Recalling his earlier infatuation, he felt that if he continued like this, he would follow in the footsteps of Emperor Roselle.
He paused, lowered his eyes, and said casually:
"Adam."
"I've always been here." The gentle voice echoed in his heart.
Hearing Adam's voice, he inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked:
"What's with this 'Black Witch'?"
"This was not an accident I manipulated," Adam explained before speaking.
"Her charm only works on you temporarily, which is why she's interested in you."
"As of now, I haven't sensed any malice from her towards you, so you don't need to worry about your safety."
"She is a descendant of Chick, and establishing a connection with her will help you in your future exploration of the mirror world."
Cyril lowered his head, his expression complex... More than safety, I'm worried about myself...
He suppressed the two words that were about to burst out of his mind and continued to ask:
Was it a coincidence that I met her in the mirror world before?
Adam's voice replied calmly, "Yes and no."
"Your meeting back then wasn't accidental, but her seeing you traveling through the mirror world was indeed accidental. After observing you for a while, she approached you and orchestrated the encounter."
After a brief pause, he added:
"The 'ageless witch' needs to maintain a youthful mindset despite the erosion of time; young, passionate, and fiery love is the best way for her to portray this role."
After a two-second silence, Cyril looked at herself in the mirror and muttered to herself, somewhat speechless:
"So I've become a tool for playing the role of an 'ageless witch'?"
Adam: "They themselves will become immersed in passionate love, and you can make some appropriate requests at the right time."
When Sirion looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a shortcut.
...Although this is somewhat inconsistent with the values I have developed after receiving a good education, I can appropriately shift my values downwards.
As his thoughts drifted, he heard the admonition of Adam within his heart:
"It's okay to experience it in moderation, but don't become obsessed with it. A witch's love is the most corrupting thing."
Cyril nodded seriously: "Yes, I'll be careful. I'll take the bait and return the bait."
Narcissus Street, Harvest Church.
Before even stepping through the gate, Sirion saw Emlyn sitting at the table praying with Father Utravsky.
Although this vampire doesn't seem very focused, the fact that he's praying before the symbol of life says a lot!
Hearing the noise behind him, Emlyn turned around, then jumped up from the bench, looking at Cyril with an embarrassed expression:
"Um, actually I was praying to the moon, yes, the moon!"
Cyril nodded dismissively. "I don't care whether you pray to the moon or to Mother Earth."
"I'm not a vampire, I have no right to accuse you of changing your beliefs."
Although nothing has actually changed.
Upon hearing his words, Emlyn's face turned dark and then red:
"I didn't betray the moon, I just... I just..."
Cyril: "I was just a little tired, so I found a place to sit down and rest, and then prayed to the moon, hoping that I could escape this kind of life long ago."
"That's right, exactly!" Emlyn nodded repeatedly.
Cyril shrugged and looked at Father Utravsky, who had already opened his eyes:
"Father, I'd like to buy the 'Pharmacist's' potion recipe. How much?"
Father Utravsky thought for a moment, then replied, "200 pounds."
Sirion immediately nodded: "No problem, it's very reasonable, and there are even some discounted prices."