The evil witch BOSS just wants to develop in a low profile

Chapter 54: Dream Weaver - Dream Hypnosis!

Four o'clock in the afternoon, prayer time.

"Ding... Ding..."

The chimes of the Holy Sun Cathedral's bell tower faintly echoed from afar.

The broken bell, gnawed down by rats a few days prior, had been replaced with a new one yesterday.

On Bluebell Street, within the shadow-covered alleyways.

Zorn stood deep in the shadows.

He gnawed on a cheap baguette slice while watching the long line of people waiting for food distribution across the street.

Not all those receiving relief food were homeless.

Many families struggling financially would send children or the elderly with free time to collect some food.

"This taste... it hasn't changed at all!"

Zorn mumbled, choking slightly as he stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth.

The baguettes in Augran City were very fragrant and sweet when freshly baked.

But if exposed to air overnight, they would become a handy weapon.

Many abstract art players would often wield baguettes in street fights with the Mafia, even using them to smash the skulls of stubborn Mafia members.

Later, the "Baguette Mafia," formed by players, became a nightmare for many residents of Augran City!

Dusting the crumbs off his hands, Zorn took a deep breath, fully retracting the power of his Transcendent Sequence.

Even Transcendent individuals skilled in spiritual perception and insight would only see him as an ordinary person.

Lowering the brim of his hat, the listless young man displayed silent and introverted characteristics as he walked towards the "Beverly Relief Station" across the street.

After bidding farewell to the artisan girl.

Zorn began to investigate each of the coordinates she had given him, one by one.

As a cult organization, they couldn't possibly have "I'm a cult member" written on their faces.

They were often very secretive and good at disguising themselves.

Even ordinary people working within them were unaware that they were working for a cult organization.

Zorn used the method of "gold pounds to pave the way," to approach those at the level of the heads of these charitable organizations.

From these heads, he could always sniff out some special aura and flavor.

And if he was lucky, he might even encounter Transcendent individuals from the cult organization.

The previous two relief stations were very ordinary and legitimate.

Zorn finished testing them and donated 20 gold pounds to each, which, although not much, could provide some help.

The third relief station in front of him seemed to be more powerful.

"Sir, if you need food, you need to line up over there."

Just as he approached the gate of "Beverly Relief Station," a staff member stopped Zorn and patiently explained.

"I'm not here to collect food today."

Zorn showed a hint of gratitude and began his performance.

"When I was struggling financially before, I received a lot of food here."

"If it weren't for that food, I'm afraid I would have had a hard time getting through that winter."

"Even now, whenever I recall that cold winter, my right knee still aches faintly, and I seem to hear the sound of the biting cold wind in my ears."

"Oh... those were really hard days, I felt like I was fighting death every day!"

"Thank the great Holy Sun, and thank the Beverly Relief Station, I made it through."

"This spring, I found a job and made a small fortune."

"Father Karloff of the great Holy Sun Church taught us to be grateful."

"I'm here today to make a donation to the Beverly Relief Station."

Zorn's explanation and performance were very qualified and in place.

The other party naturally believed it.

Of course, the main reason was that people often came here to give back and express gratitude.

In this world with gods and true faith.

There was no shortage of converted devout believers.

"Please come with me, Supervisor Boyd is in charge here today."

Following the staff member, Zorn entered the Beverly Relief Station.

As soon as he entered, Zorn faintly smelled a peculiar smell, a strange mixture of sewage and forbidden blood.

"Looks like... I've come to the right place."

Zorn was taken to an office on the second floor.

The staff member knocked on the door.

"Supervisor Boyd, a devout believer of the great Holy Sun wants to make a donation."

"Come in!"

A slightly surprised voice came from inside the room.

Pushing open the door.

In the light of the bright and wide glass window.

Supervisor "Boyd" was sitting behind a long table.

In his early thirties, his hair was meticulously combed back, the only flaw being his receding hairline.

He wore a delicate brown coat, his face was very clean, and a pair of brown pupils scrutinized Zorn as he came in, seeming expectant.

Most striking was the gold pocket watch he held in his hand.

"Tick... Tock..."

The faint ticking of the pocket watch precisely measured the dimensions of time.

"A peak Level 1 [Dream Weaver], his level is very close to Level 2, possessing hypnotic Transcendent abilities."

With a glance at the man in his early thirties, [Boyd], Zorn had already collected a lot of information.

"Aug Joffrey, you can just call me Aug."

Zorn took off his woven hat, greeted him, and introduced himself.

"Aug Joffrey" was Zorn's commonly used alias.

"Please sit down, Mr. Aug."

Boyd smiled kindly.

As Zorn sat down, he happened to see the Dream Weaver open the pocket watch and place it in front of him.

"Tick... Tock..."

"Tick... Tock..."

Rhythmic sounds echoed in the depths of Zorn's consciousness.

The hypnosis had begun.

"He really treats me like an ordinary person."

He knew too much about the Dream Weaver's hypnotic techniques.

Sitting in the chair, Zorn couldn't help but yawn, feeling a little dazed, and then drowsily falling asleep.

"A very... good hypnosis."

"Unfortunately... the Level 2 Evil Sorcerer BOSS is immune to all lower-level spiritual control."

"Facing each other directly with the essence of spirituality in the depths of the dream, this... I like it too much!"

"Mr. Dream Weaver, are you ready to face the Evil Spirit Sorcerer?"

In a daze, Zorn "woke up".

It was still four o'clock in the afternoon, the bright and sunny office.

It was still "Boyd" sitting behind the wide, bright glass window and the long table.

And he was still sitting in the chair.

Everything around him seemed real.

But Zorn knew that he had already "fallen" into the dream woven for him by the Dream Weaver.

After all, he had jumped in voluntarily.

Otherwise, this Level 1 [Dream Weaver] Mr. Boyd would not be able to pull him into the dream he had woven, even if he exhausted all his dream spiritual energy.

"Oh! I'm very sorry, Mr. Boyd, where were we just talking about?"

Zorn straightened his body slightly and silently began to exert his authority, reshaping the Dream Weaver's spirituality and will.

The Level 2 [Evil Spirit Sorcerer] could already relatively easily reshape the spiritual will of a Level 1 Transcendent individual, completely turning them into a loyal believer.

And now, it was even in a dream, where the two people's spirits were directly connected, so the effect was even better.

"We were talking about you planning to donate all of your gold pounds to the Beverly Relief Station."

Boyd narrowed his eyes, looked at the slightly introverted man in front of him, and slowly explained.

He planned to scavenge the money from the other party.

But doing it directly would make the other party think that their money had been stolen and call the police.

Pulling the other party into a dream and guiding the weaving of a real dream where they donated all their funds would make the other party think that they had donated all the gold pounds.

He had done this several times, and each time he had gained a lot.

"Oh! Yes, I am willing to donate 5 gold pounds of all my wealth!"

Zorn smiled and said so.

Sitting in the high-backed chair, the smile on Boyd's face was a little stiff.

"5 gold pounds?"

"This damn poor ghost, dares to say he's donating with only 5 gold pounds?"

Between annoyance and astonishment, Boyd only felt that the dream in front of him was a blur.

He only felt that the scattered fragments of memories in the deepest part of his soul were constantly emerging.

"I..."

He groped, searched, and recalled his true self.

Finally, the root of his spirituality, in the deepest part, completed the connection with that secret and great existence.

His Sequence Spirit trembled, and his soul's will completed sublimation and transformation at this moment.

He understood.

"I... am a part of the Holy Sorcerer Master, I am a believer of the great Master."

Looking at the man in front of him again.

His body trembled slightly, and then he humbly bowed his back and lowered his head.

"Greetings, Great Holy Sorcerer Envoy!"

In the depths of the dream, Boyd said devoutly with a trembling voice.