Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 470 The Original Witch
In the evening, in the Hall family's villa in Queens Backlund, Audrey sat on the right side of the long dining table, enjoying a small piece of cake dotted with fruit on her plate. This was her favorite after-meal meal. dessert.

After she was almost done eating, she took a sip of the Olmir red wine in her glass while observing the expressions of her father and mother.

After making sure that they were all in a good mood today, she controlled her tone and asked with some curiosity and concern:
"Dad, how was the contact between the royal family and the warlord who occupied the Pas Valley in the Southern Continent today? Hmm. When will Alfred return to Backlund? His position in the military will be affected by this incident. Are you affected?"

Earl Hall, who was sitting in the main seat, sighed softly, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and said with a sigh:

"Mesanyes has released him, Alfred should be able to return to Backlund next week."

"The military will temporarily suspend him, but this is not a bad thing. It just allows him to rest at home for a period of time."

"The Loen military troops stationed in the Pas Valley suffered little loss, but the high-level military personnel stationed there sacrificed a lot. If it weren't for the follow-up negotiations, Alfred might have also"

At this point, Earl Hall stopped speaking. He looked at his wife sitting on one side and gave her a comforting smile.

The family around the dining table fell silent, and no one answered. Audrey pursed her lips, looked around, then curved her lips and whispered softly:

"The goddess protects Alfred!"

"It's good for him to come back and rest for a while. After experiencing so many things suddenly, it will definitely leave some impact on his heart. It's just right for him to come back to rest and relax for a while."

Audrey was slightly worried, but her calm and cheerful tone made it obvious. Earl Hall looked at his daughter with soft eyes, smiled and nodded:
"Haha, my dear Audrey, you have grown up, but I am not old yet. You don't need to worry about these problems. Your brother and I will take care of these things."

Audrey's eldest brother Hibbert Hall also nodded slightly and said to Audrey after his father spoke:

"Father is right. As an elder brother, I have the obligation and responsibility to protect your innocence."

Audrey looked at her serious brother and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. No matter what occasion Hibbert spoke in, he always had such a businesslike tone. It's no wonder that no woman has shown any interest in him. Admiration, I have to say, he is far behind Alfred in terms of getting along with others.

After sighing, Audrey took another sip of the red wine in the glass, then turned to look at her father, and said curiously:

"Dear Lord Earl, what do you think of what happened in the Pas Valley? Can they really succeed? At present, neither Roen nor Intis seems to have any intention to continue pursuing this matter?"

Hibbert Hall, who was sitting opposite her, glanced at Audrey in surprise and chuckled:

"Audrey, are you also interested in this kind of political issue?"

“However, I feel that neither we, Loen, nor Intis, can simply give up on the Pas Valley. It is not only the richest area in the entire West Balam, but it is also where the safe channel connecting the north and south continents is located. It is a necessary place for entering and exiting the Southern Continent and is politically and economically important.”

Audrey frowned slightly, looked at her father with a heavy expression and said:

"In other words, there is still a possibility of war in the Pas Valley?"

Earl Hall picked up the handkerchief placed aside and wiped his hands. He followed his daughter's gaze and nodded gently:
"Not for the time being, but a war will inevitably break out in the future, whether it is for the colonies or to fight against the resistance forces in the southern continent."

"But this may have to wait until a long time later. The outbreak of war requires mature conditions and irreconcilable conflicts."

"This is not a problem we need to worry about. Ladies and gentlemen, we should adjust ourselves to welcome Alfred home next week."

Is war inevitable? I wonder how Mr. "White Tower" and the Church of Knowledge are prepared to deal with subsequent problems? Should we ease relations between the parties and try to avoid war, or should we choose to directly erupt into conflict and repel the enemy from the front?

Audrey distracted her thoughts for a while, and after a while she came back to her senses amid the conversation between Hibbert and Earl Hall. She tilted her head and said with a chuckle:

"Okay, distinguished Earl and Countess, and my beloved brother, I wish you a happy meal. I'm going to prepare a small gift for Alfred."

After speaking, Audrey stood up from her seat, raised her skirt in the direction of her father and gave a slight salute, then walked cheerfully out of the restaurant.

Hibbert shouted towards Audrey who was leaving:

"Audrey, what gift are you going to prepare for Alfred? Let me also take a look."

"This needs to be kept secret. I can't tell you yet. The most important thing about a gift is the intention, not the gift itself. As long as you prepare it, Alfred will be happy."

Audrey half-turned her body, put her right index finger gently on her lips, making a silent gesture, and then walked out of the restaurant happily.

Backlund East District, in a cheap hotel room with some old furnishings.

The painted oriel window was tightly closed, and the dim light from the gas street lamp outside the window was faintly transmitted in, so that the room without candles and gas wall lamps would not be completely dark.

A woman wearing men's clothes is sitting on the dressing table, with black hair hanging down smoothly. Her face is round, her eyes are slender, and her facial features are not outstanding when viewed separately, but when combined, she has a gentle look. And a sweet feeling.

It was Triss Cheek, the Witch of Pain, who wrote a letter of help to Renekton in the afternoon. She looked like she was having a hearty dream, her eyes were a little blurred, and her lips were slightly open and closed, as if Talking in sleep.

Suddenly, a few stars flickered in the dim room. The starlight gradually became denser and emitted a hazy light. As the light continued to spread, it gradually became clear.

In just a moment, the dim and old cheap hotel turned into a luxurious and restrained manor. There were gorgeous decorations everywhere in the room, and the original bay window was turned into a transparent floor-to-ceiling window, just enough to see the green outside. Racecourse.

"You are not Edsac. You have transformed yourself into Red Rose Manor, but you don't have the owner here. Is it because your intelligence collection is not good enough, or is it because you are not very proficient in using your extraordinary abilities?"

Triss Chick, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, didn't know when she woke up. She was lazily leaning on the shadow position on the side of the dressing table, looking at the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window with lowered eyebrows, showing no emotion. , a low pressure enveloped her whole body, making her wary and hesitant.

Dots of bright starlight flickered in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the starlight merged in mid-air to outline Renekton's figure.

A fist-sized translucent crystal ball containing bright starlight was gently held up by his left hand. The starlight inside the crystal ball vaguely echoed the surrounding illusion. Renekton looked at Triss curiously and said, "Can you find my hiding place?"

"No, but for an excellent assassin, understanding the enemy's psychology and finding the place where the opponent may be hiding in a flawless environment are basic qualities."

"Every witch is the best assassin."

Triss responded with a hoarse voice, as if she hadn't completely escaped from the blurry dream just now.

Renekton tilted his head slightly and looked away from the other person. In this state, Triss was more alluring than usual, and people couldn't help but want to get to know her more deeply.

A dark blue glow appeared faintly in his eyes, and reason instantly took over his consciousness, suppressing all kinds of complicated thoughts.

The Red Rose Manor in the fantasy world suddenly dimmed, and the almost real noise suddenly became silent. There were sparse and sporadic stars twinkling outside the clear floor-to-ceiling windows.

After using secrecy to cover up this illusion, Renekton looked at Triss with some curiosity and said:

"What did you dream about just now? You look very obsessed."

Triss tilted her head unnaturally and said in a hoarse voice:

"It's nothing, I just dreamed about the past. Why does the original witch keep pestering me? I am just a sequence five pain witch. In the witch sect, this is not considered powerful."

"Perhaps you and Him have many similarities. Whether it is mentality or encounters, they are very similar to Him at a certain time in the past. This similar characteristic attracted His attention and made Him unable to help but want to make you. Become a container that can come temporarily.”

Renekton walked to the single sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling window and sat down, lowering his eyes slightly and said in deep thought.

Triss leaned her body closer to the shadow. It seemed that only this way could bring her a sufficient sense of security. The shadow was so thick that it was impossible to see her face clearly. Only her weak breathing and restrained emotions could be heard. hoarse voice:

"Similar characteristics, huh. Could it be that the original witch was also tricked into drinking the assassin potion?"

"He doesn't live in the star realm like the Seven Gods, so why does he need a container that can come down temporarily?"

Renekton shrugged, sat leisurely on the sofa, and said with regret:

"I don't understand this question either. Maybe you should ask those antiques from the same era as Him."

"As for the need for a container that can temporarily descend, of course it is because His condition is not good. The injuries he suffered during the Pale Disaster have not healed yet. Moreover, the conditions for making a container for divine descending are very difficult. It is not something that can be found casually. A saint with the same path will do."

Triss didn't care about her original intention to make herself a vessel for the gods to descend. One hand held the loose men's coat on her chest, and the other hand played with a strand of hair hanging down her forehead and said:

"The old antique you are talking about can live to this day. Are you sure he has not become a god or is close to becoming a god?"

"Obviously, only by becoming an angel can you have a long life."

"If you are curious about this, you can try to communicate with the person who was exiled to the depths of the starry sky by the night and storm. He is an existence of the same era as the original witch. You may be able to learn some secrets about the original witch from him. intelligence."

With a faint smile on his face, Renekton told the other party how to communicate with Mr. Men.

Triss frowned slightly and murmured:
"Talk at the full moon? This requires at least a demigod, otherwise just hearing the voice of the ancestor of the Abraham family will make me lose control."

"This is too far away for me now. Is there any way you can block the influence of the original witch on me?"

Renekton said with a relaxed expression, "It's very simple. I just don't know if you are willing."

Triss took a deep breath and her face became a little solemn. The other person's tone made her have some guesses. After hesitating for a moment, she lowered her voice and said:

"any solution?"

Renekton raised the corners of his lips, chuckled and said:

"Seek hidden shelter. The hidden power can easily block the connection between you and the original witch."

"Secret asylum? Goddess of the Night? Are you sure you didn't want me to be locked up behind Charles's door?"

Triss was stunned for a moment, and then quickly thought of the phrase "Mother of the Secrets" in the goddess's honorific name announced by the Church of the Night, and her face became a little weird for a moment.

Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"Although the goddess of the night is the 'Mother of Secrets,' she is not the only one who has secret authority."

To avoid the influence of the original witch, contacting another hidden existence is no different from jumping from one fire pit into another. As long as I can complete my revenge, I don't mind betraying myself to a hidden existence.

After a brief moment of silence, Triss asked hesitantly:
"Who else? Or, what other secret beings have secret-related powers?"

Renekton's eyes turned to the scattered stars twinkling outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and he spoke calmly:

"As I mentioned just now, the ancestor of the Abraham family, Sequence 4 of the door path, is called a secret mage. This 'secret' originally means keeping secrets, and it means keeping secrets."

"There is also the 'Fool' that the Aurora Society has promoted before, and the 'Knowledge One' that is now being promoted in the Southern Continent. As the highest position in the secret-peeping path, he also has secret authority."

(End of this chapter)