Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 694 Lots of doubts
At this moment, Angel almost thought that he had returned to the period when he was still "Erin Watson", and that day when he and a group of detectives were disturbed by the seeds of desire planted by the "Apostle of Desire", causing the situation to become chaotic.

No, I didn't detect any trace of extraordinary abilities... Was he acting out of his own "desire"?

Angel carefully observed Baron Syndras's expression, which was not distorted but seemed to have lost self-control, and thought of another possibility.

Was it the "audience's" suggestion or hypnosis that made him behave differently from usual? No, maybe this multimillionaire was like this in his own home, but he was better disguised outside, and the hidden "audience" took advantage of this and made him briefly expose his true nature...

Of course, Angel doesn't think there's anything wrong with being a dark person inside but pretending to be a normal person on the surface. As long as he can always maintain this "restraint", he will appear to others as a gentleman who observes etiquette.

The most important thing is to stop this baron who has obviously lost his self-control and has been "charmed" by Audrey and me...

The world in Angel's eyes seemed to slow down, and Syndras's forward movement was almost still. She was about to pull the ubiquitous silk thread to trip the other party, but suddenly she found that the impatient baron stepped on the bulge of the carpet that was pulled by his own footsteps, staggered, and fell to the ground.

I haven't had the chance to do anything yet... Angel was stunned and looked at Audrey beside him. He found that the latter was gently stroking the dark blue triangle hairpin on her head. Although her expression was a little panicked, there was a faint smile in her green eyes.

She released the "luck" from the magical item, so correspondingly, the people nearby became more "unlucky"?

Angel suddenly realized and at the same time disappeared all the threads under his control.

Being affected by the illusory "misfortune" is easier to pass the official Beyonder's review than being tripped by a silk thread. If they look for clues in general that "the Baron is affected by the Beyonder power", they will eventually only find the clue in the audience who hinted at him, not us... I didn't expect that Miss "Justice" has also grown into a reliable Beyonder!

she thought happily.

As the Baron's head hit the ground heavily and his body twisted into a ball due to pain, his bloodshot eyes gradually returned to normal and he woke up from the desires hidden in his heart.

Bang—the door was pushed open violently. The Baron's personal valet and bodyguard looked serious. He put one hand on his waist and stopped the maid of Angel's family behind him with the other hand, and asked:

"Baron, what happened?"

Looking at his ferocious appearance, it seemed that as long as the baron gave the order, he would immediately take out his pistol and shoot down everyone present.

"I'm fine. I just tripped over it. You guys go out first," the baron said as he got up from the carpet and covered his red forehead. "Can I, ladies?"

He asked the last sentence to Angel and Audrey.

The two exchanged glances, and Angel nodded.

"You go out first and close the door."

After the doubtful servant and the valet closed the door again, Sindras staggered back to his seat, covering his cheeks with both hands, with veins on the back of his hands exposed, and some dull words came out from his palms:
"What was I doing just now..."

Sure enough, under the stimulation of pain, the Baron has returned to normal. The sudden outburst just now was not voluntary, but was triggered by some emotions that were buried in his heart in advance...

Now I should let Audrey calm him down by comforting him, and then I will conduct a live spiritual communication, or a formal magic mirror divination... Angel immediately formed a complete plan in his mind, but he immediately thought that he and Audrey had not yet revealed their specialness as Beyonders, but if they conducted a deeper investigation, they would inevitably be unable to hide the subsequent review of the official Beyonders, and...

...What if that "audience" is nearby, observing your achievements, or even right next to you?

Thinking of this, Angel felt cold sweat on her body. Her eyes flickered, and she instantly scanned the entire building through various mirrors in the villa, but did not find any "extra" people.

No, I have a phobia of "audiences". As a demigod, my spiritual intuition has no reaction, which means there is no Beyonder who can threaten me. Using the mirror world to explore the real world can also avoid the influence of "psychological invisibility". Unless the "fantasy angel" Adam is here in person, even a demigod "audience" cannot hide under my nose... She comforted herself and cast her eyes on Audrey beside her. The latter seemed to have just recovered from the fright and sat back in her seat. She spoke in a half-dissatisfied and half-comforting tone:

"Your Excellency, Baron, perhaps the alcohol just now affected you, or perhaps Miss Christine's charm was too amazing, causing you to act in a way that is not appropriate for a Loen gentleman. I think you owe her a sincere apology."

Audrey's gentle words reached Sindras' ears, causing his tall body, which was curled up in the seat, to sway. After a moment, the baron lowered his hands from covering his face and looked at Angel, his eyes, which were almost transparent, full of apology:

"I'm sorry, Miss Theresa. I did act irrationally just now. No excuse can hide the meanness in my heart. Thank you for not revealing all this to outsiders immediately. You gave me some time to respond."

No, it's not your fault. Rather, you are the most innocent and unlucky one among the three people present... Angel pursed his lips and decided to seize the opportunity when Syndras was full of guilt to find out how he was manipulated by the "audience".

"Baron, did you meet anyone else before coming to my house? Did you mention your plan to visit me?"

She continued to ask.

"Before that..." The guilt on Sindras' face faded, revealing a look of reminiscence. "After breakfast, I met a jewelry designer to prepare a wedding anniversary gift for my wife. His name is Hilbert Alucard, and he has his own design studio in Queens. During the conversation, I mentioned that I would come to visit in the afternoon... Before arriving at Miss Theresa's house, I stopped by the Hampres family. He is a member of my private club. Well, but I didn't tell him about today's schedule, in case he thought I was just stopping by to see him and get dissatisfied."

Hilbert, Hampres... Angel had no impression of the former name, but she had heard of "Hampres". This person appeared in Audrey's operation to infiltrate the "Psychological Alchemy Society" and was likely a peripheral member of this secret organization.

But he was the one who didn't know about Syndras's itinerary. Could it be that he used his ability of "suggestion" to plant hidden dangers in the Baron's heart, causing him to "explode" in my house?
Angel was thinking, but he found that the baron sitting opposite him slowly stood up, his face full of fatigue, and said in a low tone:

"I may be a little drunk. Sorry, Miss Theresa. I'll stay on the balcony for a while to get some fresh air. Don't worry, whether you hide or disclose what happened today, I will give you enough compensation."

After saying this, he staggered out of the center of the reception room, came to the attached balcony, covered his face, and turned himself into a sculpture in the sunlight.

He seems to have suffered a serious psychological trauma. Am I wrong? Is he really a gentleman who strictly abides by etiquette and is very loyal to his wife? Well, judging from the teachings of the Church of the Storm, although they look down on women, they actually put themselves in the position of protectors. Doing something like this would indeed go against their inner principles...

Angel muttered and looked at Audrey, who also had a melancholy look on her face. She must have been thinking of the same thing. As a "spectator", she should be more sensitive to the changes in the Baron's heart.

"The Baron must have been asking for your opinion on whether to make this public or keep it secret. What would you do, Christine?"

Audrey's words made Angel fall into deep thought.

From Sindras's perspective, for the sake of his own reputation, he should have hoped that this "accident" would stop among the three of them. After all, in Loen, where the atmosphere was relatively conservative, even if the nobles had countless mistresses in private and did all kinds of things in their private homes, at least on the surface they still put respect for women first.

To me, concealment is better than disclosure. "Christine Theresa" will undoubtedly use Baron Syndras' guilt and compensation to achieve her goal of entering the upper class, and "Angel Granger" does not want to attract everyone's attention and cause his true identity to be exposed...

But there are too many doubts about this whole thing. An audience member who can make "suggestions" and "hypnosis" made Baron Sindras do such a rude act in my house just to suppress him and make him lose his reputation in the upper class? It would be easier to control him to do a striptease at the aristocratic dinner. After all, there is still a possibility that the baron will use money to silence me...

If he was targeting me, it wouldn't have much effect. Even if I didn't use my extraordinary ability, as long as I shouted for help just now, the servants outside the door would come in immediately and stop the baron's behavior. It would only make him lose face, but it would not harm me.

Moreover, the Baron's guilt was too simple. Normally, he should first suspect that the wine he was served with was tampered with, rather than that he could not control his emotions and desires... Thinking of this, Angel's spirituality was touched, and she looked towards the balcony as reminded.

Baron Sindras had his coat off on the ground, his belt loosened, and was struggling to climb over the carved stone railing of the balcony.

Meeting Angel's gaze, the middle-aged gentleman smiled miserably and suddenly loosened his hands.

(End of this chapter)