Lord of the Witches

St. Eagle's Nest City, Lovek District, the residents here are generally wealthy, barristers, councilors, etc., who belong to the upper class. Most of their residences are exquisite and luxurious, and the environment is excellent. Not only is it clean and quiet, the air Also fresher.

It was late at night, and in one of the single-family houses, which was slightly smaller than the surrounding exaggerated and luxurious villas, in a study room, on the desk by the window, there was an extremely dignified lady from the back, I am writing something at my desk.

She didn't wear any jewelry, just a blue kilt, blond hair rolled up, and delicate women's glasses. She was about thirty-four or five years old. The strength and wisdom that can be possessed.

Although at this moment, she seemed to be in a state of panic because she had insight into something terrifying.

In the room, rustling sounds echoed.

Deep in the heart of the lady, there is also a glimmer of hope:

I still have other methods, other channels for help, but Tang always gives me a trustworthy and dependable feeling, even though I have never met him, maybe this is a wrong decision, I should try again Confirm some things and let him know, but I'm running out of time, the knowledge seeker is failing...

Boom~

chi la

In the quiet late night, the sudden knock on the door made the palm of the lady who was already in a special state tremble. She almost subconsciously put down the quill, and passed the information that had just started to the unknown other end through the strange thing .

The white light, like an eraser, erased the handwriting she wrote on the white paper.

She watched this scene with her own eyes, so she immediately discovered a horror.

On the white paper, there was still a little ink.

It is so subtle that it is almost impossible to detect if you don't look carefully. It was not sent to Tang Qi like other information.

Knowledge seekers, are also isolated?

In the eyes under the lady's glasses, despair and fear emerged.

She doesn't have any extraordinary profession, although she has the potential to launch an impact on the great polymath, but before that, her body is actually no different from that of an ordinary woman.

However, as the owner of the strange thing, she can see the state of the strange thing.

The glaring ink marks and the dimmed light all confirmed that this strange object has temporarily lost its effectiveness, and it can no longer convey any information.

Before she could rejoice that the signal to ask for advice had been sent in time, the door made of spiral red teak behind her was knocked again, more urgently.

At the same time, it was accompanied by a familiar voice that made her body tremble uncontrollably.

Honey, it's bedtime.

This voice is gentle, and has a kind of magnetism that makes people easy to like. It even has a hint of theatrical accent that the upper class ladies and girls in St. Eagle's Nest City like very much.

That usually means that the owner of the voice has a prominent family background and has learned the most difficult classical drama since childhood. The new generation has long since lost this kind of education. It was only popular for a period of time a few decades ago, and a mature courtesan can immediately judge it. Outside the door should be a charming middle-aged gentleman of noble origin.

In fact, it is true.

Across the red spiral-textured portal is a middle-aged man in white pajamas. His lips are a little thin, and his forehead and eye corners are also wrinkled, but this does not affect his handsome face at all. His deep eyes give people a kind of A sense of vicissitudes and wisdom.

He didn't hide the love on his face, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the door and see the panicked wife directly.

Soon, his wife Rose Rowling tidied things up, but she didn't come over to open the door for him. Instead, she took a deep breath, looked at the door, and said in a perfunctory tone that seemed to be busy. :

Ah, honey, go to bed first, I may spend the night in the study tonight, you know, I'm working on a new topic recently.

Her tone was perfect, but Rose still couldn't help showing a look of uneasiness.

She knew that no matter how well she concealed it, it would be futile.

That thing has long been known to her.

But it chose to continue wearing the familiar skin and continue to play the role of an extremely loving couple after a long absence and reunion with her.

She is like a flying insect that has fallen into a spider web, no matter how hard she struggles, she can't get out of this cage. That thing doesn't even bother to hide in the shadows, but just looks down every day, as if playing a game, and cooperates with her performance.

But she didn't dare to stop, and she didn't dare to take the initiative to expose it. Although she was not an extraordinary person, the profound knowledge in her mind told her.

That's an extremely terrifying thing. No, it's more like a strange race from another dimension. It's definitely not for me when he puts on Howard's skin. He has a terrible plan. I need to hold him back for a while. .”

When she was thinking, through a door, the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

The tormented waiting began, one second, two seconds, three seconds... During the process, she divided her thoughts and immersed herself in a special area of ​​her mind.

Inside, several symbols are floating.

Every symbol represents an extremely terrifying existence.

This is the ultimate means for her to prepare for herself as a polymath.

Others, such as Knowledge Seeker, all kinds of strange things, all expired in a short period of time in ways she could not understand.

As for temporarily arranging the summoning magic circle, or chanting spells, they are far less efficient and effective than her quick chanting.

If he chooses to expose it, I can only sacrifice my body and soul, and summon a certain god above the 'mystery' to descend. In the past, this method would have been difficult to work, but now that the gods are awakening, it must be There will be unexpected responses.

The gods of the order camp may not covet my soul... Maybe I should choose the chaotic camp, but I prefer a neutral existence.

Just when Rose Rowling resisted her fear and chose the way of death for herself.

Outside the door, the middle-aged gentleman seemed to have finally finished his examination. There was a strange and inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, but the voice he uttered was extremely warm.

Okay then, dear, do you need me to prepare a cup of hot milk and some snacks for you?

No~ no need.

I really can't do anything about you. I've been like this since I was a child. The hard-working Rose, the talented Rose, the rose who makes boys feel ashamed... I didn't expect to marry me in the end. The stupid Howard married the most beautiful girl. Girl.

You are my angel, Rose Madeleine.

...

In the weird and charming dramatic accent, accompanied by the slight sound of footsteps, the figure outside the door left.

Mrs. Rowling, or Rose Madeleine, exhaled the stale breath that had been accumulated for a long time at an extremely slow speed.

It wasn't long before she really heard the last sentence clearly.

You're my angel... Rose Madeleine.

Almost immediately, the calm face she was trying to maintain lost control in an instant. She raised her hands, covering her face tightly, and crystal tears flowed from between her fingers. She suppressed her crying, and the figure of her husband appeared in her mind.

That sentence was what he said when he proposed to himself.

In this world, only the husband and wife know.

She had already expected it in her heart, but she didn't really confirm it until this moment.

The person at home is her husband, Howard Rowling, the last heir of the Rowling family, but his husband has undergone a more terrifying and weird change than death.

That thing, that monster from another dimension, not only wears Howard's skin, but also has Howard's memory... It's like relatives who have returned from the world of the undead. They are no longer real relatives, let alone You know, something inexplicably terrifying.

Rowling sobbed, recalling this period of time in her mind, falling from heaven to hell, from sweetness to horror.

Pain raged deep in her heart.

Her husband Howard returned a few weeks ago, which made her fall into a sweet surprise. Because of her relationship with various extraordinary organizations, Howard Rowling has been subjected to extremely strict multiple scrutiny.

The Rowling family has an ancient reputation and some heritage, but from the fact that there is only one descendant left, it can be seen that the influence in the real world and the industry have long been lost, and he cannot be given the privilege of immunity.

Fortunately, he passed the review successfully.

Rose Madeleine even had some checks on her husband back from Mystery herself, just to be on the safe side, and the husband passed flawlessly.

Everyone, including the World Tree and the Ancient Mystery Library, believed Howard's statement: he was accidentally drawn into a special space on the night of the return of the spiritual tide, and then established contact with a special spirit. After receiving his gift, he finally returned to the Condor Federation.

It sounds like an unbelievable experience, but there are no flaws.

Even because of his next performance, it seemed more real.

At the same time, it was also the beginning of Rose Madeleine's nightmare:

Howard Rowling returned, and after spending some sweet time with his wife, he began to show unparalleled talent, no, it should have been fulfilled, the talent that only great polymath has, he has Knowledge, even more than his own wife.

In a very short period of time, he was recognized by organizations including the government and World Tree.

A few days ago, he even replaced his wife in various organizations.

It is said externally that his wife will become a full-time wife.

The truth behind this weird situation is that He locked Rose Madeleine at home.

As a polymath, Rose has a certain resistance.

But on that day, Rose discovered that facing the husband who suddenly became unfamiliar and terrifying, her strength was extremely fragile.

He forcibly severed Rose's connection with the mysterious ancient god she believed in.

He forcibly restrained her range of activities, unable to leave the villa.

Little by little, He is erasing the traces of her existence and replacing her to establish connections with major organizations.

Although in the process, Rose also obtained some information by her own means, before she lost contact with the ancient god, she received an extremely terrifying warning, that warning was that she did not take drastic measures, It's the reason for dealing with monsters in the skin of their husbands.

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly raised her head, wiped away her tears, her husband, the monster... and Tang Qi flashed through her mind one after another.

There is still hope, I can't give up.

As she thought about it, she suppressed her chaotic, fearful thoughts and focused on her own mind.

Her body is that of an ordinary woman, but she still possesses a powerful weapon, her knowledge.

Without completely pinning her hopes on a savior, Rose Madeleine immediately immersed herself in her mind, and began to search and think about the knowledge and methods to deal with the great terror in front of her.

...

It was still late at night, and the city of St. Eagle's Nest was close to the Lovek District, an art museum that had already turned off its lights and closed.

Six avant-garde-dressed young men and women with colorful hair came in through a small door or a hidden passage. They were each holding a flashlight and began to wantonly admire the oil paintings hanging on the wall. Or other works of art in the glass cabinets in the hall.

The museum named Rafter is actually an institution specializing in the collection and exhibition of some pioneering and grotesque artworks.

In other words, the exhibits here are not worth much.

These young people are actually poor artists who hang out on the streets, and they are reluctant to buy tickets, so they come to enjoy them at night.

One of them, a white girl with dyed green hair and nose studs, was suddenly attracted by an extremely weird oil painting. , lines and symbols before the painting.

She felt that her eyes, as well as her soul, seemed to be sucked in.

It seemed to be an illusion, but she suddenly saw that the oil painting named Fantasy Kingdom began to emit a faint light.

In the illusory and blurred brilliance, a figure is slowly walking out.

Did I get too high today?

The girl murmured, and stretched out her hands involuntarily, trying to touch the gradually clear figure.

ps: Today I have been revising the blocked chapters and revising the details of the new volume, which has delayed the time... It’s Monday again, I only ask for a recommendation ticket, and if there are more monthly tickets, I will ask for it when there are more updates.