She's not dead? She escaped? She's still thinking of helping Prince Edessak seek revenge? At the instant he saw Trissy, Klein, who was standing behind the master bedroom's curtains, nearly couldn't control his expression.
Although he had a vague guess based on the previous conversation, he still felt that it exceeded his imagination when the truth was placed in front of him.
Even without dream divination, he could still recall the conversation he had with Trissy before the Great Smog of Baekeland. Back then, she was eager to escape Prince Edessak's control and escape the mastermind's control over her fate. She felt that her daily life was filled with pain.
Such a Demoness who was originally a man would sell her soul to an evil god in order to help Prince Edessak seek revenge? What kind of third-rate romance is this!? The corners of Klein's mouth twitched. He "saw" Walter throw a bag of food to Trissy and "heard" him exhort a few words before turning around and walking out of the hidden passageway.
At this moment, from Klein's point of view, a figure flipped out from Member of Parliament Macht's house. Following the shadows of the street, it quickly approached the sewers entrance. It was none other than Hazel, who possessed a mystical item from the Marauder pathway.
To think that I would encounter Walter … This doesn't look like the entrance to the sewers. It's clearly the entrance to a bustling market! Klein looked down and nearly raised his right hand to cover his face.
When she came to the sewers entrance, Hazel vigilantly observed her surroundings for a few seconds before moving the manhole cover and climbing down. The entire process was done in one fell swoop without any sluggishness.
Stepping onto the slightly slippery ground, she followed the rusty metal pipes and the slowly flowing sewage river as she quickly advanced with a clear goal in mind.
Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine as her hair stood on end.
Right on the heels of that, Hazel felt as though she had fallen into a frozen river. She felt a large amount of coldness rapidly occupy her body.
She was horrified to see that she had taken the initiative to walk in another direction, straight for the wall with the metal pipes. And all of this had nothing to do with her willpower!
Horror quickly filled Hazel's mind as she finally extricated herself from the stiffness of her thoughts. She injected all the spirituality she could control into the necklace around her neck.
The necklace was strung with seven translucent emerald stones. They were separated by the same distance from each other and were surrounded by a circle of tiny diamonds. Even in the absolute darkness, they still glowed faintly.
Suddenly, one of the stones lit up. The emerald green light illuminated Hazel's beautiful face, making it appear sinister.
She stopped leaning against the wall, took a few steps forward awkwardly, and then retracted them one after the other.
At this moment, Hazel felt the coldness in her body turn sluggish for a moment.
Without hesitation, she used her spirituality to light up another translucent emerald green stone. She raised her right hand, aimed it at herself, and twisted her wrist.
At the same time, mysterious symbols and patterns appeared in her mind. Her spirituality and vocal cords also underwent some temporary changes.
She had stolen the extraordinary ability, Wraith Shriek!
Just as Hazel was about to open her mouth and desperately make a sound, she felt her hands lose control once again. They covered her mouth fiercely, forcefully, and quickly.
Her shriek turned into a whimper that only existed in her mouth. She took light steps and came to the wall in a few steps. She turned into a fork and crouched into the pure darkness.
She struggled with all her might, but it was useless. She couldn't even activate the necklace around her neck again.
Hazel's dark brown eyes widened, filled with horror and indignation. Two crystalline tears began to roll down the corners of her eyes.
And at this moment, Walter fumbled his way out of another fork and returned to the sewers' entrance. He nimbly climbed up.
By the time he silently entered the Dawn Dantès manor at 160 Böklund Street, Hazel suddenly regained control of her body. She felt the terrifying coldness vanish.
She first raised her hands in surprise and used her night vision to take a look. Following that, she looked around in horror, as though the darkness of the sewers hid countless unknown monsters.
Hazel then touched the necklace in front of her with her right hand and carefully stood up, approaching the entrance.
She didn't run in a panic, constantly wary of any attacks from the depths of the darkness.
Finally, she returned to Böklund Street. She saw the iron-black street lamps emit light, illuminating the path that had traces of rain.
Only then did Hazel speed up and run back home. Midway, she suddenly turned back and nervously and frantically moved the manhole cover to a closed state.
After doing all of this, she followed the shadows of the street and returned to her garden. With the help of the gas and water pipes, she entered her bedroom's balcony.
Only then did she truly have the ability to think. She widened her eyes and subconsciously looked around as her body gradually began to tremble.
She raised her left arm, hoping to wipe her face with her clothes, but she paused midway and took out a handkerchief from her pocket.
…
Hazel still has basic coping skills. She's not a complete rookie … In the sewers, Señor, who was wearing a triangular hat and a dark red coat, revealed his figure as he silently muttered to himself.
Following that, under Klein's control, he turned invisible again and entered the hidden fork where Trissy was.
Just as the Wraith approached, Trissy, who was dressed in a black dress, raised her head and smiled weakly and stubbornly.
"From the looks of it, you don't have any ill intentions.
"That lady's luck isn't bad."
She had actually sensed Hazel's matter and discovered the Wraith!
Señor's figure instantly appeared as he chuckled.
"Perhaps killing her will only cause more trouble."
Frankly speaking, he really wanted to report Trissy because he knew what evil she had done. He knew how she had instigated the passengers and crew of the Alfalfa to kill each other at sea, and how she had caused innocent lives to be lost prematurely. However, after discovering that Trissy was investigating the mystery of Prince Edessak's death, Klein had a new plan. It was to drive this Demoness and cooperate with her to a limited extent on this matter.
The mystery of Prince Edessak's death is almost equivalent to the truth of the Great Smog of Baekeland!
Investigating this matter will definitely be very dangerous. Involving others will make me feel guilty, afraid that they will be hurt or even die as a result. As for Trissy, there won't be such a psychological burden. The crimes she committed should have sent her to hell long ago! The only problem is that she might only be investigating the mystery of Prince Edessak's death to plot her own matters. I have to be wary of this to prevent it from being used to cause a disaster … As Klein pondered, he made Señor take two more steps forward.
Trissy looked at the middle-aged man in front of her and chuckled.
"Since you have ill intentions, do it, Mr. Señor."
At that instant, the marionette's senses told him that there were countless invisible threads fluttering around Trissy. As for her, she was sitting in the middle with a pale face and a dark dress. She was like a spider lying in the middle of a web, but it was filled with a sense of temptation that made one want to approach her with pity.
"You know me?" The marionette stopped in his tracks.
Trissy replied with a dazed and confused expression, "I once spent an unforgettable period at sea."
Back then, you were still a man … Klein lampooned and smiled.
Back then, you were still a man … Klein lampooned and smiled.
Back then, you were still a man … Klein lampooned and smiled. "Why are you investigating Prince Edessak's death?
Trissy suddenly raised her head, a hint of anger appearing on her face.
"Suicide and suicide are different. Some people do it voluntarily, while others are forced."
No way, she seems to really care about Prince Edessak's death … Miss, have you forgotten that you were once a man? Have you forgotten the pain you mentioned before? Could it be the so-called Stockholm Syndrome, where after being coerced for a long time, the tiniest bit of kindness from the other party would elicit tens of times more gratitude and attachment? Yes, I'm not a Spectator. I can't tell if she's faking it … Klein made Señor laugh.
"So, you think Prince Edessak was forced to commit suicide?
"You're looking for William Sikes to investigate this matter?"
The anger on Trissy's face disappeared, revealing a poignant smile.
"Yes.
"He was the one who forced Edessak to commit suicide, using a bullet that can obliterate spirituality. However, he was also following someone else's orders. Heh, in order to obtain his final pleasure, he told me everything. Heh heh, I still didn't let him really touch me. I even showed him a picture of me from the past. He died in pain and despair …"
I can't imagine what William has encountered … Trissy's mind is still as warped as before … A Demoness at the "Pleasure" stage really has her own charm. Every expression and action can attract people … However, it's obvious that Trissy has restrained herself well. She's only using it when necessary … She advanced? Or is it because she's in love? As Klein lampooned, he made Señor ask:
"Who is it?"
When he asked this question, Klein didn't expect to receive an answer, but Trissy chuckled and said,
"Viscount Stratford.
"The captain of the royal family's royal guards."
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