The warden who guards the witches

An hour later, Aiden sat in the office and contacted Chichimora again.

This time, there was no vague projection emerging in the fog. Abigail only allowed voice communication, on the grounds that she was doing experiments in the workshop. For a witch, her research must not be leaked.

Aiden did not feel any inconvenience about this, but just used the credentials of the witch as a mobile phone or walkie-talkie.

"Have you found his hideout?" Aiden asked.

"Found it. The guy does not live in the city now, but moved to the suburbs, in another nearby village. He temporarily rented a house here." Chichimora said lightly, "Although it is a little far, because the terrain is higher, he can directly see the villa here."

"Really a qualified stalker." Aiden commented.

"More than qualified? It should be said that he is an excellent and outstanding stalker." Chichimora corrected.

"What do you mean?" Aiden did not understand.

"I think you should come and see it yourself... The impact here cannot be described in words." Chichimora replied.

After Chichimora finished speaking, she carefully looked at the room she was in again.

It was really amazing... She sighed in her heart.

Several exhibition boards and drawing boards were placed against the wall, and they were pinned with photos and newspaper clippings, just like a mind map made by detectives or spies who pasted collected pictures and materials in the room.

Newspaper clippings, stills, magazine covers, posters, portraits... Every picture showed Sophie Carter's face, but being in the center of this room, it was as if she was surrounded by the women in the photos.

The window on the sunny side just faced the direction of the next village, from which you could see the villa where "Sophie Carter" was hiding now. Next to the window, there was a telescope supported by a bracket, and its use was self-evident.

Then, she turned her eyes to the owner of the room.

Joey Lawson was sitting at the desk, with a mirror in front of him, reflecting a window. Sophie Carter was wandering in the window in her pajamas, holding a cat in her arms.

He was using magic to monitor Sophie Carter's every move.

"It's really creepy." Qiqimora sighed in his heart.

Such a horrible obsession has undoubtedly reached a pathological level.

A wizard and alchemist who once pursued power by any means would become like this because of his obsession with a woman?

As a witch who can rank among the top three in magic in the witch gathering, Qiqimora can't understand Joey Lawson's psychology at all.

It's like being fed some kind of love potion...

However, she has no interest in the wizard's mental journey. She just wants to kill this man as soon as possible and seize his divinity.

Should she do it directly? This thought flashed through her mind.

As long as she kills Joey Lawson before the warden, there is no need to divide the spoils.

According to their intelligence, Joey has at least enough divinity to master two primary powers... As long as she has all of them, she can become a saint.

And now Joey's attention is completely on the mirror. If she attacks from the back -

No, forget it.

Qiqimora gave up the idea of ​​a sneak attack. The divine words and black magic she mastered all lacked sufficient attack power. She was not sure that she could kill Joey Lawson in an instant. Even if she could, it would be meaningless. The caster has a strong home advantage in his own territory. When entering the room, Qiqimora vaguely felt that there was a black magic trap here. Although it was simple, it was enough to respond to the sneak attack.

Once the sneak attack failed, Joey would use the power of "All Things" to counterattack. Although Qiqimora could use the "overhead" power to protect herself, she had used the power of divine words several times this day. If she rashly went to war with Joey, she would probably be at a disadvantage.

More importantly, the consequences of her unauthorized actions just now made her more cautious. She didn't dare to take such risks again.

Somehow, when she cooperated with Aiden Garrod, she would always get frustrated for inexplicable reasons when she took actions on her own to maximize her interests. On the contrary, she could always get along well with him from beginning to end.

If she caused some troubles due to her own actions, which led to a crack in her cooperation with the warden, it would be completely counterproductive.

After making up her mind, she contacted Aiden: "Warden, this stalker is now in the house, using magic to monitor the maid pretending to be a big star. Should we take action today?"

"Okay, I'll arrange a carriage to go there now." Aiden made a decisive decision, "If he sleeps, then we'll take action at night."

"There are traps of black magic in his room, which doesn't seem to be very suitable for sneak attacks." Qiqimora said, "But with your power and sole authority, there will definitely be no-"

"Don't say such things, it sounds very unlucky." Aiden, who was sitting in the office, interrupted Qiqimora in time.

Indeed, as long as he used the power of "order" or the wordless code to forcibly suppress the black magic trap, and sneaked into the room with the help of Kikimora's power, he could easily make Joey lose his ability to resist while sleeping.

But Kikimora's death flag-like line still made Aiden feel a sense of crisis.

Infallible - the more you hold such an idea, the easier it is to be careless. Every person who capsizes in the gutter should have had the idea of ​​"infallible" before failure.

"Why?" Qiqimora couldn't understand Aiden's idea at all.

"Anyway, you monitor the scene first, I'll be there soon." Aiden glanced at the wall clock and realized that he had to leave as soon as possible.

If it gets dark, it will be quite troublesome to find a carriage willing to go to the village outside the city.

Just as he stood up and prepared to disconnect the call, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the witch's certificate.

Aiden was startled and subconsciously shouted: "Qiqimora?"

But almost at the same time, he heard Qiqimora's voice: "What happened?"

The two of them were stunned at the same time, and then fell into silence.

It sounds like it's not a problem on their side.

"Abigail?" Kikimora asked, "What experiment are you doing?"

"A new potion experiment... accidentally exploded." Abigail's voice seemed very calm, "It's okay, just accidentally got my hand blown off."

"Oh, then take care of yourself." Kikimora replied calmly.

"The daily life of you witches is really eye-opening..." Aiden didn't know how to complain.

It seems that the research that Daly and the others do in prison on weekdays is already very restrained.