After amnesia, she became a real daughter of a wealthy family

In particular, do you mean she is a Chimera?
"You are……"

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

"What's the meaning--"

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

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

The old man with a gray beard was spreading garlic butter on the bread, playing a little tune leisurely, and the butter knife slipped when someone entered the door.

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

"Yes." Claude responded, "I have returned to the team this morning."

"Then it's all right." He enjoyed the garlic butter sauce with bread, with a relaxed expression.

"It's all right? What should I do with the girl who was brought back?" Claude looked serious.

The person brought it back, he brought it back, but how to deal with it, this person has no certainty.

"It's really difficult and needs to be considered."

"What are you thinking about? Isn't the relationship with the Eastern Peninsula already very stiff?" Claude pressed his forehead.

"Should I consider what sauce to spread on the next piece of bread? Is it the sweet and soft matcha sauce I asked the overseas agent to buy, or the cool nutty dark chocolate sauce?"

The old man put out a whole row of bread and sauce, and fell into difficulty in choosing.

There are rows of colorful jars, which is a headache to see.

"Your Excellency! I'm discussing business with you!" Claude fryer, he didn't come to discuss with this person which sauce is better.

Just as he was in a hurry, he saw a small round thorny raised ornament on the table, with a transparent silver color, just like those source crystals that gave him abilities.

He didn't have it last time he came.

"This is..." He stared at the crystal.

Jewell ordered Raspberry Raw Chocolate Sauce by roll call and eggs, and said slowly, "Have you ever heard of a witch's heart?"

"No, sir, you know?"

Jewell handed him the jar, "Unscrew the lid for me, and I'll tell you slowly."

The broken can was too tight for him to unscrew.

Claude the can opener was speechless.

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"You also know that since ancient times, there have been many records of the Tribunal hunting and killing witches, and those so-called witches are actually supernatural beings and immortals."

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

Claude was startled suddenly, "Your Excellency, are you talking about a god?"

"Well, their strength is immeasurable, independent of the laws of all things...the witch is one of them." Jewell picked up the small ball, "the heart of the witch, this is it, it will fuse with a suitable mortal body , to give that person the power of an elemental witch."

"So powerful." Claude's eyes lit up.

Which man would not be tempted by such a powerful magic weapon.

"But those who fuse with this heart will be seduced by the witch, fall, and become followers of the devil." He added, "Of course, those who will be tempted by the witch are not good people in themselves."

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

"nature."

The icy blue eyes were like icebergs floating on the sea, with only a corner showing the coldness.

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

The prison food in this place is not as delicious as she thought. The dry French-style portable powerful assault weapon with strange juice is really unaccustomed to those who are used to eating rice in the eastern region.

A small ball with some sharp corners rolled into the railing. Song Mo saw that the silver metal looked familiar, and walked over to pick it up.

"You—" A team of guards broke in, staring at her hand.

The ball was slowly melting and gathered in her hands.

A voice suddenly sounded from the crowd, "That's the witch's heart, she actually merged with the witch's heart...she—"

"She may be the one who murdered the islanders!"

Listening to this voice, Song Mo knew what was going on.

This thing was deliberately thrown to her by someone, it seems to be a very difficult source crystal product, as long as it falsely claims that it has a lie detection function, it is enough to put some things on her head.

The person who yelled this voice, the person who incited these guards, must be the one with problems!

Song Mo remembered the appearance of the man, and electric current flickered all over his body, forcing the guards back.

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

"Report to Your Excellency Jewell. She will be interrogated tonight." A familiar blond-haired figure appeared and walked up to 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, the subordinates obeyed the order and left.

She walked to the prison 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 don't know that I was brought here?" Song Mo asked back.

She really didn't know, if her subordinates said that they had found the suspected murderer of the islanders, she would not have come here.

But the murderer is Song Mo?Not too possible.

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

I don't know what that thing is made of, and her current can't be turned on, which means that most of the abilities have no effect on this thing.

Only Ophelia can be relied on now. Although Miss Golden Retriever looks a little dull, she is still an upright person and should be able to help her.

"I...don't know." Ophelia said hesitantly.

In fact, her brain had vaguely depicted the figure of that person, but the truth was too cruel, and she was unwilling to accept it.

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

Ophelia lowered her head, not wanting to speak much.

"As a member of the lighthouse garrison, you should have a steelyard in your heart. Your beliefs, your will, should have told you what your enemy is and what you should do." Song Mo just slowly said stated this truth.

Ophelia knew.

She knows what her oath is, she knows what her mission is, and she knows who the enemy she is going to face.

All she needs is a little action to follow through.

She needs time.

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

"Then I'm leaving." She hesitated.

"Oh, by the way, when you come back from dinner, can you bring something I can get used to?"

"Oatmeal, okay?" Ophelia asked.

"can."

After getting the answer, Ophelia walked out of the cell door and strode away.

It was time to do what she was supposed to do.