"Witches" are seen as a negative force that can bring disaster...... Disaster ....... Jane once realized one thing when playing the "instigator", that is, the instigation will inevitably bring disaster, but the bearer is uncertain and can change according to the subjective intention of the "instigator", so she is more sensitive to the word "disaster", and feels that this may be an important entry point for playing the "witch", and at the same time, she also confirms a guess:

"Feminine power...... 'witch' corresponds to feminine power.....

Sequence 2 of the 'Assassin' path is called 'The Witch of Calamity'...... This shows that even at the demigod level, calamity is the key point....."

With a slight bow, Jane walked to the door of the living room and twisted the knob on the wall to minimize the glow of the gas wall lamp.

When she had set up four gas lamps in turn, the room became rather dim, and the faint light was mixed with a large number of shadows, as if something terrible was about to happen.

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Franka looked around, half curious, half confirmed, and asked, "Are you creating a dark, scary, eerie environment?"

Jane Na smiled and said, "In all kinds of dramas and novels, aren't the appearance of witches in such an environment?"

"He deserves to be a real actor apprentice." While Franka praised Jana, she was also a little proud, because she also quickly understood what it was like to play a "witch", and she even made a dark potion for a while—the effect was there, but it was far less than that of the "medicine men".

In the gloomy room, Jane returned to the little bull.

She leaned down slightly, and in a low voice she pronounced two Hermetian words: "Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Nothing happened.

Lumian, who was outside the door, laughed secretly, and felt that Jana was very serious in acting, knowing that she was not a gift of fate, and she couldn't use the simplified "animal creation technique", so in order to play the "witch", she still had to complete the preset process.

Lumian raised his voice to mimic the grandeur of Themipolos, like a hidden being responding to a "witch" who recites an evil incantation: "Your Excellency the Archbishop."

In the living room, a dark light poured out, and the brown cowhide cracked, revealing Boire. Pontero is left with nothing but a white shirt, black trousers, and dark socks.

Doing this, Lumian continued to walk forward until he reached the gate of 20 Terrace Street, gazing through the glass of the convex belly window as if it were about to melt into the night.

Jaina half-crouched down and pressed her right hand to Boire's forehead.

Black flames erupted from her palms and burrowed into the body of the sinner's liaison.

They didn't make a crackling burning sound, like a black stream of water, drowning Boire from the inside out.

After more than ten seconds, Bouval suddenly twitched.

After a few strokes, his body suddenly relaxed, and the stench of incontinence came out.

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He lost his life.

Dressed as a female mercenary, Jane looked at her clothes dissatisfied, stood up, and reached out to Franca.

Knowing how mysterious and powerful she was playing as a "witch", Franka cooperatively placed a bottle of prophecy potion in the palm of her hand.

Jana crouched down on one knee again and poured the potion into Boval's mouth.

The dark liquid that bubbled and blew out of the silvery black light entered the corpse's mouth and stayed there.

A faint wind sounded, and the dim glow of the gas sconces was tinted a little blue.

Sensing this familiar change, Lumian knew that Bouvre was completely dead and that the Gift Power had returned to his mother's body, so he turned back through the gate and crossed Anthony. Red, re-entered the living room.

Grunt!

He heard the sound of the corpse swallowing the liquid.

Brushing the floor, Boire sat up, his face unusually pale, his eyes transparent and colorless.

Looking at the rich patches of color, the pure light, the invisible figure, and the mercury waves in the transparent eyes, Janna secretly sighed that this was really magical, and at the same time endured the intense coldness, and set her eyes on Lumian and Franca.

She didn't have anything to ask, she was just playing.

Franka motioned for Lumian to think about it, and she was in charge of studying so that she could use the remaining prophecy potion in the future.

Lumian, who was already experienced and knew the rules, thought about it for a while, and said to Jane:

"Ask, the former owner of the Vazan café in Trier, Republic of Antis. Where is Sansson this time next week. ”

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In addition to the superficial meaning, this question also contains hidden temptations:

If Bouval's corpse can't answer or give some seemingly normal answers, then this time next week, Vazin. Sanson has left where their powerful benefactor is staying, and disaster may have erupted.

Janena nodded slightly, and in a charismatic yet deep voice, she posed the question to Bouvare's corpse.

The corpse's pale face reflected a dim blue light, a little more gloomy, and he opened his mouth and replied in Indish, "Room 7."

Room 7 ....... so specific? But without the previous restrictive description...... Lumian originally thought that Bouval's corpse would be answered with a very rough description of "Trier's Red Princess District" like the deceased he used last time, which would narrow down the scope of the investigation after the "Tarot Meeting", but he didn't expect Boval's body to directly say Vazan. The room number where Sanson is currently located.

This is not as useful as the answer "Red Princess of Trier" is not as useful to Lumien, and there are countless Room 7 in the whole of Trier.

And, what if Room 7 isn't in Trier? Plotting a conspiracy doesn't have to be prepared in Trier!

"Boire is the giver of the path of fate, with the ability of fate and the pollution left by the power of fate....... After his corpse drank the prophecy potion, he must have been able to see more and foresee more clearly than the average deceased, so there was such a change?" Lumien muttered inwardly.

He immediately asked a confirmatory question: "Ask him, Pualis, from the Daleège region of the Leston province of the Republic of Intis. Morality. Where is Rockfall this time next week. ”

After listening to the "witch's" relay, Boibare's corpse replied in an illusory voice, "Room 12."

Room 12, Room 7....... Mrs. Pualis and Vazin. Sure enough, Sanson was in the same place, and these powerful benefactors of the cult of evil gods had gathered together in Trier, certainly not for the sake of eating and drinking....... Lumian bowed his head lightly, and quickly thought about what kind of question to ask next.

From the two answers just now, he vaguely guessed that the "Prophecy Technique" seemed to be very disturbed in relation to the place where those evil god gifters were staying now, and could not give really effective information, so he could only ask in another direction.

After a few seconds, Lumian looked at Jana:

"Ask, Vazin. When will Sanzon leave the building he is currently in?"

This is roughly the same as the time when the catastrophe is likely to erupt, or when there is a major action.

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The strange sights in Bouvare's eyes were fading quickly, and after listening to Jana's question, he opened his mouth and replied vaguely: "Rain, water....."

With that, Bouval's eyes popped open, and blood spurted out, leaving only two holes in black and red that were contaminated with each other.

His body began to swell, as if it had been blistered for a long time, pale, dull, and wet.

In the next second, this corpse disappeared directly into the eyes of Lumian and the others, as if it had never existed.

Holding the mirror, Franka, who was going to use a curse to deal with the mutant corpse, lost her goal and quickly looked around, only to find the traces of the two eyeballs that had burst open.

"What amazing thing or existence is this prophecy, suffering a terrifying backlash, being dragged away by the unknown?" Franka made a quick judgment based on little experience.

She then exclaimed, "See, divination and prophecy are very dangerous things."

Lumian nodded, "We'll get out of here now and go to Bouval's house to pick up the rest of the loot."

"Yes, you need to be prepared for the unexpected." Jaina raised her head and looked at the ceiling, "What about Paulina and the other cult gods, kill them all?"

"I'm coming! I'll take care of that!" Franka raised her hand, "I'm going to have some fun for myself, no, joy!"

She wanted to simply play the next role.

Seeing that both Jana and Lumian cast strange glances, Franca snorted, "What do you think?" You don't have to do that kind of thing to have fun!"

Do something to entertain yourself? Lumian sneered and walked out of the living room, leaving a message, "Give you five minutes."

Five minutes? Franka grunted and sat down in front of the brass-colored mechanical typewriter, put on her gloves, and quickly typed the keyboard.

It didn't take long for Paulina, the butler, and others who were tied to the master bedroom to have a piece of paper on their bodies, each of which read: "We are cultists of evil gods!"

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"Faith exists in the name of fate!"

"Catch us!"

"Our leader is Wazan. Sanson!"

"Vazin. Sanson and his core men went somewhere, and it was said that they would stay for three months!"

"They went more than two months ago!

"I have 'Regeneration', 'Premonition of Danger' and 'Arc Technique', please be careful!"

After pasting the paper, Franka swept around, very satisfied and happy.

She then said to Paulina, who was unconscious:

"The dancer's flexibility may be able to help you free yourself from the ropes, and I can only add two more layers of stupor."

As soon as she finished speaking, she had already ignited Paulina's spirit with black flames, making her very weak, and then added the "Blessing Society" drug once.

Snap, Franka clapped her hands and turned to leave the room.

Behind her, black flames flowed everywhere, burning with all kinds of traces.

….….

After confirming that the alarm was successful, Lumien and the others took the belongings that could be quickly cashed out from Bouval's home, also in the library area.

On the way back to the market area in a carriage, Lumian was about to ask Franka about something, when he suddenly saw a figure flash in the darkness outside the window.

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The figure was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and dark socks, its eyes were empty and hollow, and its skin was swollen and white, as if it had been blistered.

Boire. Ponpero!

Boire. The corpse that disappeared before Ponpero!