Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 501 Night of Desire

First there were bursts of chewing sounds, as if they were close to his ears, then there were scoldings, roars, and finally faint moans, which made Klein, who had just forced himself to calm down, seem to be back in a beautiful dream.

Isn't this the private residence of Admiral Aemilius? Why does it sound more chaotic than the Red Theater...

Klein, who was constantly beating in his heart, even wanted to close the door, return to the warm bed, and continue sleeping until dawn without knowing what to do. Maybe tomorrow morning, this mansion would return to its former tranquility, with servants looking so fawning. As she waited for him to get up and eat, the tender-hearted Cynthia continued to hint to him in various obscure ways. The serious and respectful secretary Lu Er'an was beside her and recited the day's itinerary in a low voice, just like the previous two days.

But Klein, who has rich experience in committing suicide, knows that the trouble has already found him, and running away cannot solve the problem.

What's more, this is the general's residence. When encountering such an anomaly, haven't my guards assembled yet? Where is the secretary who works hard all day? What about the servants who can barely fit in the living room?

After mustering up the courage, he held the "Ninth Law" in his pocket with one hand and let the demigod admiral's majesty and confidence infect him. Klein pushed open the door with the other hand and stepped into the corridor.

In front of him, a chef was sitting in the corner, holding a huge plate filled with a variety of raw and cooked food, including tender Delis steak, fried fish from Pritzker Port, and a still-baked fish. The Oravi lobster with its huge claws and dark carapace.

The chef, who had maintained a normal figure, now had a bulging belly, as if he had been pregnant for several months. There were traces of sauce hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were wide. He grabbed the big lobster and bit it in one bite, ignoring the hard shell and making a squeaking sound. In the middle, tiny objects that were either teeth or lobster shells flew up, and the tight pieces of meat were chewed and swallowed by him.

The stomach that already seemed to be exploding swelled a little more during the swallowing action.

"General, you keep us in shape. Even the chef can't have a full meal, but I really want to eat a few more bites..."

Klein tried to dissuade him from committing suicide, and his words contained some of the demigod aura of the "Ninth Law".

"stop!"

With a satisfied expression, the chef murmured and grabbed another steak full of sauce.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he glanced sideways, as if looking at a bed bug.

Klein stepped forward, pulled the angry-faced maid away from the victim, and threw her away. She hit a precious painting, then fell to the ground and passed out.

The maid below's head banged against the carpet, her eyes were closed, and she didn't react at all. She seemed to have fallen into a deep coma.

The appetite, anger, and sleepiness accumulated in daily life... Klein looked at them coldly for a few seconds, walked around them, and continued walking forward.

Worried about Cynthia's night attack, he deliberately chose a distant second bedroom and locked the door. Unexpectedly...

And these days, Aimilius is me... He thought helplessly, and without stopping, he soon arrived at the door of the master bedroom. The vague moan that made his blood boil now became extremely clear, and his limbs The sound of intertwined rubbing and the mysterious yet familiar smell came out of the crack in the door and reached Klein's ears and nostrils.

When passing by the entrance to the corridor on the second floor of the living room, two maids were entangled with each other. The one above grabbed the other's neck with both hands and kept banging her head against the ground while cursing angrily:

The chef froze while chewing the steak, but it was only for a moment. Then, he slowly started to move and continued to swallow the meat in his mouth.

With the help of this short "truce time," Klein finally discovered that the "victim" was not unconscious, but snoring slightly and unable to wake up.

But they will definitely report to Amyrius, the strongest demigod on Oravi Island at this time.

The first thing that caught his eye was Secretary Lu Er'an, who was leaning against the wall next to the door with his arms folded. The blond young man held his head high and looked at the interior of the room with a downward gaze. The aloofness all over his body was concentrated on his expression. Look down on all living beings.

But even so, she still twisted her limbs, groped her way forward, and continued to reach out to grab the other maid.

In fact, Klein knew that the best way to deal with such a weird thing was to leave decisively and go to the military base at the foot of the mountain or the Church of Storms in the port city to seek help.

No longer trying, Klein walked in the direction of spiritual alertness. That was the master bedroom of the mansion, and it was also the place where Amyrius should rest under normal circumstances.

"Looking down on me, huh?"

Let me see who is partying in the admiral's bedroom... Taking a deep breath, Klein suddenly opened the door.

Any attempt that does not address the real cause of their "desire" is just a waste of time.

"Bully me together, huh?"

Is this... the arrogance that is usually hidden? I can't tell that Lu Er'an is not so respectful to the general on the surface...

Giving up communicating with the secretary, who seemed normal but was actually in a state of "crazy", Klein turned his gaze in the direction Lu Er'an was observing.

In the spacious master bedroom, which occupies almost a quarter of the entire second floor of the mansion, figures are scattered on the carpet. Some of them are general guards who should be standing guard outside, and some are maids who have only been seen in the evening. They are either naked or naked. Wearing single clothes to form various combinations of at least two people with unlimited tops, they fit together in various positions that Klein had never thought of.

The remaining few men and women who did not participate gathered in the center of the bedroom and knelt down, but they were not idle. The brown branches were as soft as tentacles, caressing the bodies of these people, bringing them even more pleasure. the happiness of others.

The gasps heard outside the door came from these people immersed in "extreme desire".

The source of the "branch" is a huge twisted body with a height of more than three meters. It is half lying on the big bed in the middle of the room. There are brown tumors growing on the fair skin. Most of them have broken, except for the extension. Outside the surrounding "branches", some turned into huge buds that looked like certain parts of the human body, from which transparent juice flowed and dripped on the white sheets.

grass! What the hell is this!

Klein felt like his head exploded with a bang. His body tensed and his left hand drooped. The "Creep Hunger" was ready to go. He reached into his pocket with his right hand and squeezed the "Ninth Law" charm, as if he had returned to the court. The street square in Gen City seemed to have entered the ruins on the outskirts of Backlund again.

Sensing the undisguised hostility, a head turned this way at the top of the twisted body. The head, which looked extremely petite compared to the body, had long golden hair and blue eyes. It had delicate skin and a soft expression. It turned out to be Cynthia, the mistress who was hidden in the Golden House of Emilius and tried to climb onto Klein's bed several times in the past two days!

Her face was as red as drunkenness, her lips parted slightly, and she murmured:

"General, I want to have a child with you..."

No, you don't!

At this moment, the glove on Klein's left hand instantly turned into a deep black, and at the same time exuded an evil touch, switching into the soul of the "Smooth Talker" he had just grazed, possessing the ability of the "Corrupted Baron".

This "distorted" force acted on Cynthia's statement, turning her intention of "wanting to have a child with the general" into "just thinking" instead of putting it into action.

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand from his pocket, holding the "Ninth Law" charm made of Amyrius's blood. With an aura as if the demigod was personally present, Klein commanded:

"Cynthia, stop your behavior!" According to the information he obtained about the admiral, this was an order that Emilius, who looked serious but was actually gentle and affectionate, would occasionally give to his mistress. No matter how mischievous she was, at this time They will all stop obediently.

The distortion of the corrupted baron, the aura of the demigod, the familiar commands, and the superimposed effects made the mutated Cynthia momentarily stunned. The movements of those buds and branches stopped, and for a moment only the low moans of the naked men and women were left in the room. .

But the next second, an evil smile broke out on the mistress's face, her cheeks were blushing shyly and excitedly, almost all over her body, and all her buds opened and faced this way.

"General!"

She let out a shout, and the tentacle-like branches abandoned everyone else and rolled towards Klein.

Oops, her "target" is Amyrius, and I just reacted the most like Amyrius... Klein's hair stood on end, and he pounced away, and the "tentacles" were rooted in his original body. standing position.

Responding to exactly the wrong thing.

When I find something is wrong, I should leave quickly and report it to the church or contact the military. Even if I go to the gray fog for divination, I can get more information. But I feel that I can easily solve the anomaly and continue to play the role of admiral until the mission is completed... Isn't this a kind of "arrogance"?

It turns out that it was not only them, but also me who were aroused by negative "desires"...

Before he landed in the air, Klein began to review the current situation in his mind.

"Bam—"

There was a loud noise, and new branches emerged from the floor and ceiling. They were like the ones growing on Cynthia's body. They were brown in appearance, leaking mucus, and had flowers that looked like human organs at the top.

These branches continued to chase Klein's figure, hugging or curling them with fierce force.

Without hesitation, Klein, who landed on the ground, raised the "Ninth Law" charm in his right hand and recited the activation spell.

"Law!"

The spell absorbed spirituality, its appearance became cold, and golden light that looked like substance emerged from Klein's fingers.

His next words will become an unbreakable law in this building!

But what restrictions should be made?

Under the cold touch, Klein's thoughts became calm and efficient. The branches stretching in front of him, the excited Cynthia, and the entangled crowd seemed to be still.

Forbidden any desire? No, this is too broad. The broader the "ban", the less effective it will be; what about prohibiting the desire to reproduce? After all, Cynthia’s only purpose is this, and nothing else is urgent...

While thinking, Klein's eyes swept across the dimming moonlight outside the window. He glanced at Cynthia, who was originally an ordinary person but now possessed endless extraordinary power like "Megaos". "The guards and maids who aroused desire.

An outside force?

"Interaction with the outside world is prohibited here!"

As the command in ancient Hermetic language was issued, the demigod power sealed inside the "Ninth Law" was activated, and waves formed by countless symbols and logos spread out, covering the entire building, isolating some evil power from outside. .

At the same time, Klein seemed to see the bright starry sky and a star emitting scarlet light.

His eyes instantly exploded under the erosion of this burst of light. The crystals in his eyeballs were mixed with blood and slowly flowed down, causing him to close his eyes in pain.

This is just a slight backlash from Klein's isolation of this power. If it weren't for the talisman left by the demigod admiral, this escaping power alone would be enough to turn him into a monster like Cynthia!

Fortunately, external forces have been isolated, Cynthia should...

Swah——

Two branches suddenly stretched out and wrapped around Klein's ankles respectively, pulling him down unprepared and pulling him forward. Other branches on the ground also came over, tightly binding his arms and compressing his body. Neck. With Klein's "perception" without the need for vision, Cynthia seemed to still maintain some of her strength, and she still pulled him toward her with a charming smile.

"General, general..."

she murmured.

Klein endured the pain and tried to escape, but with his arms tied, it was difficult to achieve various magical items and even flame jumps. He had an idea, and after a moment of blur, his face transformed back into Gehrman Si Palona has a thin, angular appearance.

"I'm not... not your general."

With his lungs compressed by the tentacle-like branches, Klein managed to say these words.

Cynthia stopped in surprise, looked at Klein's unfamiliar face, and smiled excitedly after a moment.

"General, I didn't expect you to be able to do this..."

Damn it, you are blinder than me!

Klein cursed angrily in his heart, but all the breath in his chest had been squeezed out, and even this roar could not be uttered.

When she pulls me to her side, maybe she can let go of the restraints a little. That's the only chance for me to jump in flames... Klein, whose eyes were still in unbearable pain, gave up the struggle to maintain his strength, and "watched" Cynthia move little by little. He pulled him to the bed.

"boom--"

The floor-to-ceiling window on the outside of the master bedroom shattered in an instant. As the "isolation" shrouded the whole house, an elegant figure appeared at the window. She held a small metal bottle in her hand, and the inside was exuding something like a god walking on the ground. of power.

A series of sharp wind blades swept across, cutting off the branches that restrained Klein. As dark red liquid flowed out from the break, Klein also regained his ability to move. He touched his bleeding eyes with his right hand and pulled towards his shoulder. , while the left shoulder was bloody and bloody, two intact eyeballs reappeared in the eye sockets.

Cynthia looked coldly at the uninvited guest who had disturbed her "good business". The latter slowly walked forward from the window, the dim moonlight beside him shining on his face. It was Angel who had rushed from the port city.

"Who allowed you to touch him?"

(End of this chapter)