"Hey, you're … Seti, right?"
The door of the Cat and Beard Inn was pushed open slightly, and the Roman peeked out with half of his eyes. He looked curiously at the girl in front of him.
Seti did not mind the sudden appearance of a living person on the road outside the inn. Everyone had gone out, and there was no one to chat with her. Brando was not around, and with Dilferi's condition, Bailu did not want her to disturb her. As for Seti, she was very interested in the smart prime minister's daughter. Unfortunately, the latter was not willing to talk to her after a few words.
Previously, she had spent half an hour observing the flowing river outside the inn, but this kind of thing was always tiresome. Now that someone had come to her door to chat with her, she was very happy.
Seti trembled and nodded with a pale face.
"Did you lose anything?"
"No … No."
"But you don't come to the inn at night."
"I …"
The Roman suddenly found it interesting. He opened the door, grabbed Seti's hand, and pulled her into the inn. He then winked at her proudly, "Don't be offended. Brando told me to be careful."
The poor girl's heart skipped a beat, and her mind was in a mess, "Didn't he tell you to be careful?"
But the latter did not mind, "Seti is one of us, so I don't think it's a problem."
Romaine's enthusiasm and unreserved trust made Seti's heart skip a beat. This was completely different from what she had expected. She thought that the people of Aouine would be arrogant and vicious, and not treat her as one of their own. She was at a loss for what to do, and her heart was filled with guilt.
On the one hand, she was motivated to take revenge, and on the other hand, she could not equate the person in front of her with the target of her revenge.
"Do you have anything interesting with you?" The Roman curiously noticed Seti's hand on her chest.
"No … No!" Seti's face was pale, and her forehead was wet with cold sweat. Fortunately, the Roman did not notice it, and he was focused on her chest.
"Then what are you here for?"
"I …" Seti stuttered, "Uncle Kent went out, so I came to see if you need anything. The kitchen … there are …"
"That's good," Roman interrupted her. "Come and chat with me."
"What?"
"I'm not hungry, but I'm bored. Come and chat with me, Seti."
"I … Ok … Ok … Do you want some wine? The kitchen … There's cider in the kitchen." Seti seemed to have recovered from his stupor and managed to complete his sentence.
"Cider." The Roman pondered for a moment and nodded. "But you'll have to hurry."
The girl breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the kitchen in a daze. She didn't know whether she should continue or not, but she had to find a private room to calm down first.
Just as she started to move, a white shadow flashed in the dark, and a white fox landed gracefully in front of her.
She jumped in fright and looked at the creature that suddenly appeared on the table not far away. The latter raised its head and stared at her with a cold gaze. It gave people a strange feeling, as if it had intelligence.
While Seti was puzzled, White Mist suddenly spoke in a cold tone.
"What's that in your arms?"
Seti froze on the spot, as if she had been shot by an arrow. It was not because the fox could speak human language, but because of the content of the fox's words. Seti's cold and unquestionable tone made her lose her composure. She felt her blood freeze from head to toe.
"I …"
"White Mist, there's nothing in Seti's arms. I've already asked her."
Seti's innocent words made the girl feel ashamed, but White Mist interrupted her. "Shut up." Romaine pouted, feeling wronged. Only then did White Mist turn around to look at the waitress of the inn, her long and narrow eyes flashing with the light of wisdom. "I don't know who instigated you, little girl, but it seems like you don't know much. I suggest you don't be fooled. Those who play tricks behind your back don't have any good intentions."
White Mist paused for a moment. "In her eyes, she won't care about a nobody like you."
White Mist subconsciously thought that the one who instigated Seti was the Queen of Rushta, which was why she said that.
Seti was shaken by White Mist's words, or rather, she had been hesitating for a long time. She stood there in a daze, and after a while, she took out the thing in her arms with trembling hands.
In her hand was a test tube about the size of a palm. It was stuffed with a wooden cork and filled with a strange liquid. When this liquid was placed under the cloth, it was inconspicuous, but when it was brought into the darkness, it emitted a cold fluorescent light that was as cold as ice.
The fluorescent light radiated from Seti's hand and spread throughout the dark hotel, outlining the outline of every table and chair in the hall.
The Roman widened her eyes at the scene. She could not help but ask curiously, "Huh?"
The monotonous sound made Seti lower her head. She thought that White Mist was mocking her for lying, but in fact, the merchant girl did not even think that way. She just thought that the test tube was interesting.
"She told you to use this to poison?" White Mist was still squinting her eyes. She very wisely guessed Seti's words. "She must not have told you that when you take out this thing, the whole hotel will be alarmed."
Seti was stunned. She did not expect the 'poison' to cause such a huge commotion. No matter how stupid she was, she knew that she had been used. The poison would kill her before it killed anyone else. No wonder the two followers of the Secret Society did not allow her to take out the poison.
Seti's scalp tingled when she thought of the two followers of the Secret Society. Those followers were not to be trifled with. She had seen them kill people with her own eyes. She could not help but want to warn the two 'people' in front of her.
But at this time, the White Mist frowned. It thought of something uneasily. No one would use such a loud poison to alert its opponent. It suspected that the woman behind this had some other tricks up her sleeves. From the beginning to the end, the White Mist thought that it was the Silver Queen who was behind this.
She suddenly said to the girl in front of her, "You'd better take this thing away. I don't think it's poison at all."
As if to prove her words, the bottle in Seti's hand shook violently before she could react. The glass tube cracked and split from the middle.
A white light shot out from the broken glass towards the merchant girl, who was still in a daze.
"Be careful!"
"It's the Blood of God!" White Mist suddenly jumped up as she recognized what it was. "Damn it, that cunning woman!"
Seti struggled to turn her head around. She did not know what Romaine meant by 'cunning woman', but she saw the beam of white light shot out from her hand and hit the merchant girl about three inches in front of her. The beam was blocked by a layer of white light, but it immediately exploded, and a fluorescent green mist filled the entire inn.
Seti did not know what it was and could only watch as it happened. Suddenly, she felt her fingertips go numb. She looked down and was horrified to see a layer of gray stone spreading up her arms. It first formed numerous spots and then merged into one. It only took a moment for her arms to turn into hard stone.
Before she could react, the petrification had already spread to her neck and locked her voice in her throat. Next, it was her face. Seti quickly lost her consciousness.
The last thing she saw was White Mist shooting out of the window like a bolt of lightning.
The inn fell into a dead silence in an instant.
In the oak forest outside the Cat and Beard Inn, an hourglass was placed quietly on a rock. Under the moonlight, the smooth surface of the hourglass glowed faintly.
It was facing a tall building that stood alone by the side of the road until a hand picked it up.
"It's time."
A hoarse voice spoke.
Suddenly, several shadows in the forest came to life. One by one, the Secret Society's disciples walked out of the bushes. If Seti saw this scene, she would have screamed in fear. She never dreamed that so many people would follow her to this place.
The two people leading the group were the two Secret Society's disciples who escorted her here. One of them held the hourglass in his hand and ordered the others coldly, "I want her alive. You should know what the Lord means."
The Secret Society's disciples did not say a word. They walked out of the forest one after another. Each of them held a crossbow in one hand and a net in the other. They formed a circle and surrounded the Cat and Beard Inn. However, the inn in the suburbs was eerily quiet. The group of people walked on the main road, but there was still no sound in the dark building.
The two Secret Society's disciples looked at each other and did not say anything. That was Gaia's Divine Blood, one of the top three Divine Blood in the organization. It was second only to the Elemental Divine Blood. As for the legendary supreme Divine Blood of Martha, no one had ever seen it before.
Everyone in the inn, except for the target, must have been petrified.
The leader of the Secret Society's disciples had a complicated expression. The three Divine Blood were treasures of the Church. In the past few decades, the Church had made great progress in their research on them, which was why they could barely use them on mortals. As one of the core members, he was very curious as to why the Lord would use such a thing on a human girl.
He thought to himself that he would get the answer soon.
However, the closer they got to the inn, the more the disciples noticed a problem. Traces of green mist were escaping from the wooden gaps of the inn's window lattice and door. Soon, some of them stopped. The Divine Blood was still in a dispersing state, which meant that the target might not have absorbed it.
Could it be that she had been petrified?
Or did something strange happen?
Regardless of the situation, it was enough for them to be careful. Everyone turned around and focused their gaze on the leader of the Secret Society. The leader's expression darkened.
There was a slight difference from what he had expected.
"Stop." He raised his hand and gestured for everyone to stop. However, to his surprise, the others did not look at him with respect as he had expected. Instead, they looked at him with an indescribable look of horror.
In his eyes, everyone's eyes reflected the look of someone who had seen a ghost.
He instinctively reacted and felt his scalp tingle. He threw away the hourglass in his hand and tried to pull out the scimitar hidden under his cloak.
The scimitar was pulled out unbelievably smoothly.
The leader of the Secret Society did not even turn his head. He swung his hand behind him, but he did not cut the thing he had expected. Instead, he felt his hand being held by a cold hand.
The hand was not big, but it was as cold as ice. The Secret Society disciple watched in shock as his right hand and the scimitar were pulled out of his body. It was as easy as snapping a tree branch.
Then, the excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave. He knelt on the ground while screaming. With a flash of cold light, his head fell off and rolled into the sand on the road. His head was badly mutilated and his face was beyond recognition.
The whole process only lasted for a few seconds, and before anyone could react, all the sounds had come to an abrupt end.
Everyone subconsciously ignored the headless corpse on the ground and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared.
It was a little girl.
She was at most fifteen or sixteen years old. She was dressed in a very local style and didn't look like a Kirrlutzian. She had long brown hair and a broad forehead. She looked very small and cute, if it weren't for her eyes that were too strange.
The girl floated in the air. Her long hair fluttered in the absence of wind. There was no white in her eyes. There were no pupils either. There was only darkness, like two black holes that constantly rotated, sucking in people's minds.
She opened her mouth. Her voice was not like the sweet and cute merchant girl's at all. Instead, it was cold and hoarse, as if it carried a natural majesty.
"Mortals, why did you use this thing to lure me out?"
Then, she frowned and pressed her bloody hand on her forehead, as if she was in great pain.
"Ugh, it hurts … Brando …"
Other than her, no one else could make a sound. A clever disciple wanted to take this opportunity to sneak away, but just as he moved, he suddenly screamed and knelt on the ground with his head in his hands.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the man's head exploded like a watermelon. Red and white pieces of his body flew all over the sky. The lifeless body slowly fell into the dust, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.
"This … This is …" Finally, someone squeezed out a few words from his throat while trembling. "Heart … Psionic Ability, Mental Shock."
Everyone's heart was in turmoil. Disciples of the Secret Society who were able to participate in such an operation were definitely not peripheral disciples. As core disciples, they knew many secrets that ordinary people could not hope to obtain.
In Vaunte, no Wizard could use Psionic Powers, not even the Bugas, who were Silver Folk. Only a few monsters had the most superficial psionic abilities, but this level of mental shock could only make them think of one word.
Inhuman.
Everyone regretted it. What kind of existence did they provoke?
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