Extraordinary Puppeteer

Chapter 66 Dusty Memories

Horton quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed violently for several times before calming down.

When Horton took away the handkerchief, Carlin instantly saw a bright red stained on it.

"Student Horton, your body"

While gloating in his heart, Karin showed a worried expression on his face, and hurriedly asked with concern.

"Sorry, Carlin, I have to go home right away."

After leaving a word, Horton left in a hurry.

Looking at the back of the other party, Karin's mind was filled with small question marks.

But the other party's sudden departure was exactly what he wanted, and he didn't want this guy to stay together for a long time.

As he walked towards the alchemy laboratory building, his brain started to run at high speed again.

'The plan to report the showdown is temporarily postponed.

I know very little about the Ace family's intelligence, and I don't even have the superficial understanding of the resurrection ceremony.

The most disgusting thing is Horton, the abnormal transcendent of the Holy Spirit path.

Although I don't know much about the divination, prophecy, and destiny-affecting abilities of the Holy Spirit Path.

But I also know that Horton's ability is definitely not something that apprentices can possess!
What if I report the showdown to Kahn and the others, the Ace family will immediately respond, what should I do if I jump over the wall and start the ceremony directly?
I wouldn't dare to bet that this resurrection ceremony in Wayne City is a Xibei product.

It's better to collect information first and make full preparations before we talk. At least I have to ensure that I can safely carry the bucket and run away before the showdown. '

The decision made in his heart did not affect Carlin's pace towards the alchemy laboratory building, and Charlotte, who had worked so hard to enter Moriarty's mansion, finally got the memory he had longed for.

"Charlotte, whose head was pressed into the pond, fumbled wildly with both hands, and just as he was about to suffocate completely, a sharp stone was touched by his right hand.

The instinct of survival made him swing this blow without any thought, and Charlotte felt as if the stone had touched a soft object.

And one of the hands that was pressing on the head disappeared, and a bright red color in the water made him feel like he was hallucinating.

But Charlotte, who was on the verge of death, immediately put this thought behind her, and her head finally surfaced.

But before he started to take a big gulp of fresh air, he saw a scene in front of him that terrified him.

His own mother, Wally Akara Moriarty, fell in a pool of blood, with a hideous wound on her throat from which blood continued to flow out.

At the moment before she died, she finally regained her senses, but it was too late, and she didn't even have time to confess her last words, and her soul returned to the great day.

But poor little Charlotte fell into a coma due to severe mental stimulation. "

"Hehe, is this the script that coward prepared for us? It really is just a coward who can only write a third-rate script with such a powerful ability in his hands."

In the back garden of Moriarty Manor.

Mrs. Wally, who should have died in the script, is still standing.

If one ignores the continuous flow of blood gushing from the broken throat, no one would think that a dying person suffering from such injuries can still stand firm.

She recited a script with a sneer, and finally laughed at the author, but the only audience at the scene was little Charlotte who was supposed to be in a coma in the script.

At this time, little Charlotte had already cried into tears.

"Mom, I didn't do it on purpose, I really didn't do it on purpose, please, don't leave me behind and go back to daylight!"

Mrs. Wally looked at the sad little Charlotte with a look of pride on her face.

"Sure enough, it's my strong little Charlotte. How could she be easily controlled by a coward's third-rate script!"

"Mother."

When Charlotte heard the words and wanted to say something, she was suddenly interrupted by Mrs. Wally.

"Don't talk, time is running out, you must remember every last word I said!

There is a perception transcendent in Wayne City.

He has the ability to influence the fate of others by writing stories, intervene in reality by writing stories, and let reality be interpreted according to his script.

But the restrictions are very large. The content of the story must be logical and self-consistent, and scripts that do not conform to realistic logic or character design cannot be forced, and the influence is not as strong as I thought before.

He wants to obtain a ritual called Susheng by influencing my fate.

In the past few years, I have been gradually fascinated by knowledge under his influence, and then continue to perform various rituals to ask my mother for forbidden knowledge.

And after I got the knowledge of the resurrection ceremony, I would be completely insane due to spiritual pollution. In a state of madness, I would repeat all the contents of the ceremony.

This is the script he designed for me. I believe that he is currently monitoring everything that happens here through some method, and the knowledge of the resurrection ceremony has now been recorded by him.

It's a pity that he underestimated my strength, and I also overestimated his ability and wisdom.

There is a slight deviation in the script at the moment when the final curtain should be called, so I have time to give you my last words.

Charlotte, only you know about this now.

I'm sure you'll still pass out after I die, and even I can guess what that guy's going to do next.

When you wake up again, you will definitely lose this part of your memory.

Hehe, I know that guy is useless except for this powerful ability.

A ranger will be there, he won't even dare to touch your finger, he can only make you lose your memory through this clumsy trick, and I even figured out the reason for him.

'Because of severe mental stimulation, little Charlotte took the initiative to seal up some of her childhood memories. '

Haha, I just like the way he looks helpless and furious but has to do what I say!

It's a pity that I can't fully appreciate his current expression, otherwise I dare to guarantee in the name of the two ancestors that my death will definitely be due to laughing.

When you recall this memory later, go to a friend of mine, Will Vogel, a painter who lived in the capital of steam, and by his abilities he will never be unknown.

When I realized something was wrong, I sent him a puzzle, and by solving the puzzle, I could learn the truth. I believe this will not trouble the brave and smart little Charlotte at all.

The guy behind the scenes was so stupid and cowardly that he didn't even notice something so obvious, and it was a long way from trying to influence my little Charlotte.

It's really not reconciled to die at the hands of such trash."

After Mrs. Wally finished her last sentence, Charlotte watched her mother fall forever.

"Mother--"

After Charlotte called out loudly, she passed out.

As written in the script, part of the memory was lost due to too much mental stimulation.

In the dusty hall, two lines of tears flowed down Charlotte's face. He clenched his fists and said word by word, "Mom, I will definitely avenge you!"

(End of this chapter)