The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 79 A Complicated Story

"Look at you, how haggard you are!"

In the corridor leading to the banquet hall, Mrs. Sharon caressed her slightly pale cheeks with her white and tender fingers, and smiled foolishly at the dazed shadow on the glass window.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps came from a distance that she looked at the end of the corridor as if she had just woken up from a dream.

At the same time, the invisible silk thread stretched rapidly, stitching up the broken dresses, and pulling up the messy long hair. In an instant, the state of embarrassment was swept away, and the usual amorous feelings and pure and lovely people were restored. The appearance of the noble lady.

After checking the glass windows in the corridor again, he found that there was nothing abnormal except for his pale face. Then he raised his hand and patted his cheek, and then he started to walk back to the banquet hall with a normal expression.

However, at the moment when Kankan took a step, the sudden discomfort instantly deformed her pace, and she staggered and swayed several times before Kankan stabilized her body that was about to fall.

The waiter who happened to pass by in the corridor stepped forward quickly after noticing Mrs. Sharon's abnormality, and asked with concern:
"Do you need help? Is something uncomfortable?"

"I……"

The waiter's voice made Mrs. Sharon subconsciously open her mouth, but she suddenly fell silent as if recalling something, and her originally slightly pale cheeks were flushed like never before.

"Well... I'm fine, thank you!"

Holding on to the window sill with one hand, she hastily dismissed the attentive waiter. The flushed Mrs. Sharon suddenly clenched her silver teeth and whispered in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Ivan Stimson, I will definitely miss you." A way for you to taste the humiliation and pain I endured today!"

……

"What? You mean that you met Mrs. Sharon in the corridor just now, she looks very poor, she seems to be sick?"

In the banquet hall, the obsequious waiter leaned over to Maynard and whispered in the ear of Senator Maynard after obtaining permission. After the other party showed an anxious expression, he shook his head like a hammer and nodded again and again.

After confirming the situation, Mrs. Sharon, who had been waiting for Mrs. Sharon who had not returned for a long time, but was unable to go to check due to noble etiquette restrictions, hurriedly put down the wine glass in his hand, and ran towards the direction of the corridor at a trot.

After arriving in the corridor and seeing Mrs. Sharon's limping appearance, Councilor Maynard rushed to her side with an agility that didn't match her bloated figure at all, with a face full of pity.

"Honey, what's the matter with you?"

"I heard from the waiter that you are sick, do you feel unwell?"

During the questioning full of worries, Maynard reached out and grabbed Mrs. Sharon's slender wrist, but he didn't want to be forced to break free by the other party in panic, so he staggered back a few steps.

With such a demeaning demeanor of being thousands of miles away, other vulgar fans would have lost patience with his status and temper.

But as Emperor Roselle said: "What is not available is the most precious, and what is favored is always fearless."

Mrs. Xuelun's delicate and charming eyes like a deer, combined with her mature and charming temperament, made him unable to calm down at all. The slight displeasure that had just arisen instantly disintegrated in the slightly painful and weak temperament of the other party. The smoke cleared.

"I-I'm fine!"

Facing the man in front of her who was madly pursuing her, Mrs. Sharon shook her head quickly. The pain and discomfort brought to her by Evan Stimson gradually transformed into A complex feeling surged like a tide.

"I was just, just..."

During the intermittent explanation, Madam Sharon, who was about to find an excuse to deal with the turbulent waves, suddenly went blank, and her whole body seemed to be turned into a flat boat in the storm. Her delicate body trembled slightly, but she couldn't speak One full reason.

On the other side, after noticing Mrs. Sharon's abnormality, Councilor Maynard frowned suspiciously, but when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the slightly blue ankle at the edge of the skirt, he immediately understood.

Can't help but asked eagerly: "Honey, did you sprain your ankle?"

"Ah?" Mrs. Xuelun was obviously stunned for a moment. When she lowered her head and saw the bruises on her ankles drawn by vines, she subconsciously nodded and said:
"Yes, I was not careful just now..."

"I'll call a doctor for you!" Senator Maynard made a gesture and was about to run outside.

She was quickly rejected by Mrs. Sharon again: "No, I'm too tired to continue attending tonight's banquet, I'm going back first... sorry."

After saying that, he leaned on the wall and walked away quickly without looking back, so that Councilor Maynard could only make amends with a disappointed face:

"After the banquet, can I see you?"

Seeing that Mrs. Sharon still didn't respond, she quickly added:
"I'm just a little worried about your injury..."

Madam Sharon, who suppressed her discomfort and walked away quickly, finally stopped in her tracks. As if she suddenly remembered something, she turned her head and smiled brightly at Councilor Maynard.

While making the other person's eyes straighten, he said meaningfully:

"Your wife is here... another day!"

"my wife?"

"Yeah, where did she go?"

While Congressman Maynard was in a daze, Ivan, who was in the guest room on the second floor, looked at the messy furnishings, and felt a little awkward with Mrs. Maynard who was unconscious.

The continuous battles between the extraordinary made the originally clean guest room look like it had been blown by a hurricane, with fragments of tables and chairs scattered everywhere, as well as wooden floors that were forcibly rolled up by thorns and vines.

Fortunately, before the battle started, Mrs. Sharon used the invisible thread to extend her own spirituality and completely separated the guest room from the outside world. Even if a shot was fired inside, the guests in the banquet hall on the first floor would not notice the slightest sound.

And this kind of division didn't collapse until Mrs. Sharon fled, because she opened the door and destroyed the stability of the spiritual wall.

Therefore, there is only one problem left in front of us!
That was the fierce and extraordinary battle between Mrs. Maynard and Mrs. Sharon that Mrs. Maynard had witnessed.

However, as the daughter of a new party leader, she has strong strength and background, and many people saw that the other party entered the same room with him, which obviously made her disappear in this world directly. The current situation is not Smart move.

Depressing the idea of ​​killing the other party and avoiding future troubles, Ivan picked up the unconscious Mrs. Maynard and threw him on the bed.

While starting to deal with the sundries in the room, he asked Brenes, who was huddled in his coat pocket, motionless.

He successfully got the answer that he could make the opponent forget his short-term memory through the flexible use of curse spells.

So, after Brenes showed pieces of black and red petals, scattered on Mrs. Maynard's head, Ivan also finished dealing with the sundries in the room, and spliced ​​the broken tables, chairs, benches and other furnishings as much as possible. Together.

During this period, he looked up and glanced at the wall clock on the wall quickly, and found that it had been nearly an hour since he and Mrs. Maynard entered the guest room. Those noble councilors who were invited to accept his secret assessment may have lost their patience long ago. , could only hastily close the door and ran to the banquet hall.

Not long after Ivan left, Mrs. Maynard, who was lying flat on the big soft bed, finally woke up slowly.

But when she resisted the constant soreness from her body, barely supported her upper body, and was about to get out of bed in a daze, she suddenly felt a little doubt.

"Where am I?"

"By the way, at the dinner party, I invited Alvin Stimson to the guest room alone, and I was going to win him over..."

"But what happened next?"

As she slowly recalled, Mrs. Maynard pinched her forehead repeatedly.

When she inadvertently lowered her head, she found that the clothes on her body had obviously been tidied up, and her face froze suddenly.

"It's just a wrong button, that doesn't mean anything!"

Slightly calming down her ups and downs, she got up decisively from the bed and moved her sore limbs for a while, walked to the side of the sofa and was about to sit down, but just as her front foot touched the armrest, the sofa that seemed to be in good condition in the next second suddenly shuddered. The ground shattered amidst a creaking noise.

Looking at the completely falling apart furniture on the ground, Mrs. Maynard frowned, as if it was hard to believe that the place where Alvin Stimson held the dinner was so shabby and clumsy behind the bright and beautiful surface.

Then he took a deep breath, suppressed all kinds of unhappiness in his heart, such as throwing her in the room alone, and prepared to pack up his things and leave. He didn't even have the intention of continuing to participate in today's dinner.

But then, the scent of heather that filled her mouth and nose in her breath made her freeze in place again.

Immediately afterwards, her gaze quickly swept across the ground, the crushed sofa, the crooked clothes, and the wall clock on the wall that had passed an hour.

Mrs. Maynard trembled all over, and seemed to think of some unbelievably complicated stories after she and Alvin Stimson entered the guest room.

(End of this chapter)