Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 160 Accidental Events ([-])

Chris froze on the spot, Dawn—is he actually such a person in normal times?
He is not even an Extraordinary, yet he dares to pretend to be a wizard?
"The real wizard is asking you a question!"

Little Dorn didn't know the inside story yet, so he gloated and said with a smile:

"My father can turn you into a hen without wings!"

"Snapped!"

"Bastard!"

Donne slapped him hard in the face, causing him to spin around in circles.

He turned around and apologized respectfully:
"Mr. Witcher, please forgive his recklessness,"

Chris knew that there were many fraud gangs in the mysterious world, but he didn't expect that Dorn was one of them, and that he also cheated and robbed people as a "wizard".

His expression quickly dropped and he asked:

"why are you doing this?"

With a bang, Dorn knelt on the ground, his facial features twisted together, and begged for mercy:
"Please don't kill me...my son, he did it unintentionally..."

Everyone present was shocked. Chris was shocked because Dawn was so greedy for life and fearful of death when he had been plundering money in the countryside before he came.

Looking back now, the pile of banknotes he sacrificed to the "Hidden Sage" were probably looted from the villagers.

Chris thought to himself, does Dorn not believe in the "Hidden Sage" at all, but just to gain profits for himself?

Others were shocked because the image gap was too big. As the "wizard" in the village, Dorn had never been afraid of others, and even the police could not do anything to him.

But now, he was kneeling in front of this young "wizard" in fear and begging for mercy, as if the latter could make him disappear with a spell.

Chris put his hands behind his back, walked slowly, and asked:
"What do you want?"

"No, Mr. Witcher," Donn didn't dare to raise his head, he lay on the ground, "Please forgive me..."

He turned back to glare at his son and growled in a low voice:
"Don't get down on your knees!"

"Why are you here? Gretna, what's going on?"

Chris continued without emotion.

Donne quickly replied:

"Gretna is an evil witch, and there is something evil hidden in her body..."

Chris didn't believe what Donne said. He turned around, approached the old woman, and asked in a low voice:

"Didn't you ask the priest of the Church of the Evernight Goddess to treat her?"

"No……"

The old woman immediately denied it. She glanced at Dorn and said:

"Gretna...is dangerous."

"This is not a problem."

Chris didn't explicitly ask whether Nighthawks or the Heart of the Machine had been here. He made insinuations and asked several times, but still got a negative answer.

"Aren't you a wizard?" the woman asked hesitantly. She realized that Chris had no ill intentions towards her, so she boldly asked, "Don't you know what happened?"

"Witchcraft is not for showing off, and witchcraft is not omnipotent."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chris suddenly felt like the magic medicine was digesting him. He was secretly happy and immediately continued:
"A true wizard," he half-turned to face the crowd, "should learn witchcraft with a rigorous and serious attitude, rather than using witchcraft as a tool to show off."

"More importantly, wizards should be responsible for their actions. Witchcraft can help others, but it can also be a means of harming others. We must maintain a kind heart."

Chris preached loudly, like a young but knowledgeable teacher teaching people principles.

The "Wizard" potion surged in his body, and he digested a lot during his preaching.

Dawn and the others looked at Chris blankly, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Chris felt that the digestion of the potion was almost complete this time. He turned around and approached the woman, met her cloudy eyes, lowered his voice and said in a tone that could not be denied: "Tell me, Gretna, what's going on?"

"she……"

When the old woman was about to speak, Little Dorn, the man whose wrist was broken by Chris, suddenly got up from the ground and rushed over.

Chris looked at him coldly, his throat trembled, and he spit out an ancient Hermetic word:

"Slumber!"

While chanting the incantation, the dark powder in his hand immediately spilled out. Except for the old woman, everyone else immediately collapsed to the ground, including Dorn, the fake wizard.

"Goddess! Don't kill me——"

The old woman took two steps back in shock, then took a broom and held it in front of her.

Chris had lost all patience and asked word by word:

"Tell me, what's going on?"

What the woman told Chris next shocked him.

Gretna is a homeless girl about 15 years old. She is not from Loen. Even the oldest old man in the village does not know about her life experience.

She was not sent to the workhouse for a simple reason: she had the IQ of a three-year-old and was unable to live on her own.

Gretna lives in the village, and the enthusiastic villagers usually help her by cooking and doing laundry for her.

When the old woman said this, she looked back at the men who had fainted on the ground and said:
"Sometimes, they come..."

Chris knew what she would say next and asked:

"After that, Gretna went... crazy?"

The old woman sighed:
"Yes, it's not just her. Those bastards who have defiled her also say that they always hear inexplicable whispers and hallucinate when they fall asleep."

Could she be a witch?The symptoms are very similar to what Beryl was affecting people at the time...

Chris glanced back and saw that Gretna's crying had stopped at some point.

"Since they had hallucinations and were affected by witchcraft, why didn't they call the police?"

Why not call the police and let the mechanical heart in charge of the suburbs handle it?

"Dorn, that wizard, knows a lot of police officers. His connections are wider than you think..."

Chris glanced at the unconscious Dorn on the ground with disdain:

"Maybe he's just a bluffing liar."

"But not long ago, he did cure many people's diseases." The old woman said.

Chris knew it was just a coincidence and decided not to waste any more time.

He turned around and pushed open the door. Gretna, who had been peeking through the window, shrank back and hid in the corner, looking timid.

Chris took out the corresponding materials, walked around the bedroom, mobilized his spirituality, and used the silver dagger to create a closed environment.

Then he concentrated, entered a state of meditation, and directly performed dream divination while only reciting the divination sentences silently in his heart.

In the void, Chris saw a swaddled baby lying on an altar with her parents standing nearby.

Afterwards, the dream images continued to fragment and reorganize rapidly, and Chris understood the ins and outs of the flashback scenes:
When Gretna was born, her parents performed some sort of witchcraft ritual for her, something that would protect her.

But they did not expect the side effects of the witchcraft ritual. Gretna developed a high fever, her intelligence was permanently damaged, and they also died shortly after.

After her parents paid with their lives, the mentally handicapped Gretna was protected by a presence until the Dorns and other men who hurt her showed up.

Chris sighed deeply when he returned to reality. Before he could say anything, shouts came from outside.

"Mr. Police Officer, you must be careful, the wizard is inside!"

(End of this chapter)