Especially, is it said that she is a Chimera?

"You ......"

"You don't have to know who I am." Jewell laughed, "Even if I really tell you who I am, is that real?" What you see and hear may blind your perception. ”

"What do you mean—"

Song Mo was about to speak, but the old man suddenly disappeared.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Claude entered Jewell's office.

The gray-bearded old man was smearing garlic butter on the bread, and was leisurely blowing a little song, when he saw people enter the door and the butter knife slipped.

"Little Ophelia is back?" He regained his composure and continued to smooth out the sauce.

"Yes." Claude responded, "I'm back this morning. ”

"Then it's fine." He enjoyed the garlic butter sauce with bread, looking at ease.

"Nothing? What should I do with the girl who was brought back? Claude looked serious.

The person brought it back was brought back, but what to do with it, this person didn't have a letter.

"It's really hard to do, and it needs to be considered."

"What to consider? Isn't the relationship with the Eastern Peninsula already stiff? Claude pressed the corner of his forehead.

"Are you thinking about what sauce to spread on your next slice of bread, the sweet and soft matcha sauce that I asked overseas to buy, or the cool nutty dark sauce?"

The old man laid out a whole row of bread with sauce, and fell into a difficult choice.

The colorful jars, rows and rows, make it a headache to watch.

"Your Excellency! I'm talking to you about business! "Claude fryer, he's not here to talk to this guy about what sauce tastes better.

He was in a hurry when he saw a small round spiked protrusion on the table, with a transparent silver color, just like the source crystals that gave him powers.

He didn't have it last time.

"It'......," he said, staring at the crystal.

Jewell ordered the berry sauce by name and eggs, and said slowly, "Have you ever heard of the witch's heart?" ”

"No, Your Excellency, you know?"

Jewell handed him the jar, "Help me unscrew the lid and I'll tell you slowly." ”

The broken jar was too tight for him to unscrew.

Claude, the can-opening toolman, was speechless.

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"You also know that since ancient times, there have been many records of witches hunted by the Inquisition, and those so-called witches are actually the Alien and the Immortal."

"These strangers are called witches, but they have never seen real witches. The so-called witches are actually creatures above these poor supernatural beings. ”

Claude was taken aback, "Your Excellency means gods?" ”

"Sort of, their power is incomparable, independent of the laws of all things...... The witch is one of them. Juwell picked up the orb, "The witch's heart, this is it, it will merge with a suitable mortal body, giving that person the power of the elemental witch." ”

"That's amazing." Claude's eyes lit up.

What man is not impressed by such a powerful magic weapon.

"But those who merge with this heart will be tempted by witches, fall into depravity, and become believers in the devil." He added, "Of course, people who are tempted by witches are not good people themselves. ”

"Can it measure the good and evil of people's hearts?" Claude was shocked.

"Nature."

The ice-blue eyes are like icebergs floating on the sea, and the coldness spreads, revealing only a corner.

In the afternoon, Song Mo ate prison food in prison.

The prison food in this place was not as delicious as she expected, and the dry French-style portable powerful attack weapon with strange juice made it unaccustomed to those who were used to eating rice in the eastern region.

A small ball with a slight sharp corner rolled into the railing, Song Mo saw that the silver metal was a little familiar, and walked over to pick it up.

"You-" A squad of guards barged in, staring at her hand.

The ball was slowly melting, gathering in her hand.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the crowd, "That's the witch's heart, she actually fused with the witch's heart...... She-"

"She might be the culprit of the islanders!"

Song Mo listened to this voice and knew what was going on.

This thing was deliberately thrown to her, and it seems to be a particularly difficult source crystal product to break free, as long as she lied about the lie detector function, it was enough to blame her for something.

The person who shouted this voice, the person who incited these guards, must be the one with the problem!

Song Mo remembered the appearance of the man, and the electric current flashed all over his body, forcing those guards to retreat.

With this electrical shield, no one will dare to approach it for the time being.

"Go report to Lord Juville and start interrogating her tonight." A familiar blond-haired figure appeared and walked in front of the crowd, "I'll deal with it here, although I can't solve her, I won't let her run away." ”

As soon as Ophelia spoke, his men obeyed the order and left.

She walked to the cell door and stared at Song Mo.

"Why are you here?" She wondered.

When she left, she only took her own things, who took Song Mo away......

"You didn't know I was brought here?" Song Mo asked rhetorically.

She really didn't know that she wouldn't have come here if her subordinates hadn't said they had found the suspected killer of the islanders.

But the murderer is Song Mo? Unlikely.

"Someone framed me with the heart of a so-called witch and wanted to frame me, you know who it is, right?" Song Mo's hand was now sealed by the mass of source crystal products.

She doesn't know what it's made of, and she doesn't have electricity, which means most abilities don't work on it.

Now the only one who can rely on Ophelia, although Miss Golden Retriever looks a little sluggish, but after all, she is still an upright person, and she should be able to help her.

"I ...... I don't know. Ophelia hesitated.

Her brain had actually vaguely depicted the person's figure, but the truth was too cruel for her to accept in her heart.

"You know who it is, you just don't want to believe it." Song Mo pierced her psyche.

Ophelia kept her head down, not quite wanting to speak.

"As a member of the Lighthouse Guard, you should have a scale in your heart. Your faith, your will, should have already told you what your enemy is and what you should do. Song Mo just slowly stated this truth.

Ophelia knows.

She knew what she had pledged, she knew what her mission was, and she knew who the enemy was.

All she lacks is a little action to follow.

She needs time.

Song Mo sat down, "Forget it, you go back first, I won't run." ”

"Then I'm leaving." She hesitated.

"Oh, by the way, when I come back from dinner, can I bring something I can eat?"

"Cereal, is it okay?" Ophelia asked.

"Yes."

With an answer, Ophelia stepped out of the cell door and strode away.

It's time to do what she's supposed to do.

(End of chapter)