In the living room, Countess Caitlin sat on the sofa, standing in front of her deputy butler, butler assistant and deacon of corresponding affairs.

She was well organized and told all kinds of things about today's dinner without any confusion until her daughter Audrey came to her.

"Mom, I have something to tell you." Audrey's eyes swept over the rest of the room.

On the way to the living room, she felt the ground tremble slightly, but no other abnormality was found.

The Countess looked around and nodded gently:

"You guys come in later."

The living room quickly became quiet, and even the golden-retriever dog Susie was pushed outside the door with her eyes.

"You should always be by my side and learn how to handle affairs. Although there is no shortage of such content in your family courses, how to effectively combine them with reality is still a profound knowledge." The Countess, who is over fifty years old and looks only in her early thirties, smiled and taught, "Okay, my little angel, what's your business?"

Audrey wanted to show the elegant smile she had practiced repeatedly in etiquette class, but found that she could not lift the corners of her mouth with heavy and nervousness.

She pursed her dry lips and said directly:

"Mom, I have something to hide from you."

"Hmm?" The Countess turned her head slightly, waiting for subsequent explanation.

Audrey's words first became fluent and then became smooth:

"I have, I am already an extraordinary person, a person with magical abilities, and become by taking potions."

The blonde countess Caitlin raised her eyebrows lightly and responded in surprise:

"I know.

"Your father and I know it."

"Ah?" Audrey didn't know how to follow the text.

The Countess covered her mouth and smiled:

“You took so many magical materials from the treasure house, and did you naively think that my father and I didn’t notice it?

"Around your father, in this villa, in the family territory, there are many extraordinary people. They either come from simple employment, from the Goddess Church, or are members of the Hall family. His Majesty the King acquiesced these things, and we also acquiesced your little adventure. Hey, you will grow up and mature after all. My father and I cannot protect you under our wings all the time. There is always time when you need to face certain things alone. There is an extra magical ability to help you better your trump card.

"Well, according to the common sense I know, the initial stage should be less dangerous, and it will take one year, two years, or even three years to improve. So, your father and I are not in a hurry. We plan to wait for you to officially become an adult and let you stay in your current position."

No, mom, your common sense is wrong. You don’t know the existence of the acting method. If the materials are all together, I will become the “psychologist” of Sequence 7 before the New Year… And, I don’t want to stop, Duke Negan’s death made me realize that this world is not as stable and peaceful as I thought. I want to have the strength to protect you at critical moments…

Mr. "The Fool" gradually recovered, and evil gods tried to descend. Although I was not mature enough and lacked the necessary insights, I could also detect the hidden indescribable crisis from these things... Audrey has always been aware that the extraordinary materials she took from the treasure house are unavoidable problems, but she luckily thought that her parents did not know the specific function of those items, and at most she suspected that she was getting deeper and deeper in the circle of mysticism enthusiasts.

After she took off the burden in her heart, she avoided her mother's advice and said:

"Mom, I later joined a secret organization, a scholarly and not worshipping evil gods. Please forgive me for not being able to name it or detailed. I have made an oath for this."

Before the Countess could ask, she got to the point first:

"I received a news today that the civilian girl Prince Edsack fell in love with was a witch, and they didn't know what plot they were planning."

There is actually no need for her two paragraphs to connect. The former refers to the "Psychological Alchemy Club", but the source of the subsequent news is the Tarot Club, which is Mr. "Follower".

Through such word order arrangement, every word she says is true. It can be confirmed through divination, but it will make people believe that her news comes from the secret organization "Psychological Alchemy".

Caitlin's smile gradually disappeared and she solemnly asked:

"Witch?"

She didn't know much about the mysterious world, but the term alone made her feel evil and uneasy.

Audrey nodded quickly and said:

“Yes, a ‘witch of joy’.

"What scares me even more is that her name is Trischick."

"What's the problem?" asked the Countess in confusion.

"In that organization, members had seen the name Chick in an ancient book." Audrey said the lie she had just made up, and there was no flaw in the tone, words, expression details, or body movements. "In the Quaternary or earlier, it belonged to the original witch."

Immediately afterwards, she added solemnly:

"That's an evil god!"

Countess Caitlin didn't understand what the "primary witch" means, but she knew very well what the evil god meant.

She couldn't sit still and asked with a quicker speed:

"are you sure?"

"...unsure." Audrey believed Mr. "Follower" without any doubt, but he could not say so on the surface, "No matter what, I think it is necessary to invite the royal family, no, ask the extraordinary people of the Goddess Church to make certain confirmations. No matter how cautious the matter involves evil gods is, it is correct."

Caitlin looked up at her daughter in surprise:

“…Audrey, you’re grown up.”

If things weren't urgent, Audrey would have pretended to be reserved when she heard such praise, first being modest and acting coquettish, then going back to the room to be proud, and even having a short dance around.

But now, she didn't care about these things at all, and she was busy making things such as worry and tension appear on the surface:

"Mom, can you help me hide it? I heard that the extraordinary people of the church and the royal family hate the secret organizations that do not belong to them. Well, you can say that it is the news that Dad got, and he should have many channels."

Caitlin stood up and gave her daughter a hug:

"Don't worry, neither your father nor you will get involved in this kind of thing.

"Your father won't come back until evening. I let the hidden guards appear first, pretending that he had passed the message, and then go to the extraordinary people sent by the Goddess Church to protect our family."

"Okay!" Audrey responded happily.

At this time, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and was exhausted and weak due to the high tension that had been maintained for a period of time.

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Seeing several meteorites burning with flames falling down at high speed, covering the entire woods, Klein had the idea of ​​being unable to resist and waiting for death in despair.

Even if he kept using the flames to jump, he could not escape from the woods and escape from the dangerous core area before the "meteor shower" hit the ground. The fragile body of an extraordinary person using the "Divider" approach did not have the possibility of carrying meteorites.

Even if the pistol cannot hit the injured zombies, under such an "attack", they will directly turn into pieces or meat paste, and they are the kind of charred... The flames jump... The yellowish-white light reflected deep into the eyes, and Klein, who had never given up, quickly had an idea.

In this scenario of calculating in seconds, he did not hesitate and decided to do it when he thought of it.

Bang!

After calculating the distance silently, Klein snapped his fingers and let the remaining flames in the matchbox be ignited at the same time.

A red light rose up and quickly wrapped his figure inside.

Silently, Klein disappeared from the spot and flashed into the flames above the meteorite.

brush!

The meteor fell rapidly, and as soon as he jumped out of the flames, he had left the meteorite and fell into the air with a terrible temperature around him.

When he jumped with extraordinary abilities, Klein was not afraid of ordinary flames. Even if the temperature was a little higher, after he got out of that state, he could only try his best to control the flames to avoid him, and he would also be burned and burned to death.

In addition, the high-temperature air is not within the range of his "jump".

Bang!

Klein snapped his fingers again, causing the air at the critical point to explode instantly.

He flashed into another flame, trying to avoid the first wave of impact caused by the meteorite hitting the ground.

However, no matter how he tried or took risks, he still could not escape from danger. There were only two choices left. He either jumped to avoid the woods in front and endured the impact of meteorites, or jumped around like acrobatics above, waiting for the "mushroom cloud" to swallow him up.

At this moment, Klein seemed to see himself split into pieces, his body was charred, and he looked particularly hot.

A thought flashed in his mind, and there was a sudden change in front of his eyes, redder, yellower, whiter, and various colors were richly superimposed, depicting a strange oil painting!

The "oil painting" seemed to be separated from the real world, allowing Klein to watch the "slow" fall of the meteorite and hit the ground.

The woods were destroyed in an instant, the earth shook significantly a few times, and the smoke mixed with fire rose up, forming a mushroom-shaped strange cloud.

Such an impact did not affect Klein because it could not enter the overlap of color blocks and was similar to the "oil painting world" of stillness.

...Klein was stunned at first, and then he saw a figure next to him.

The figure is of medium figure, bronze skin, long black dress, half-height silk top hat, a pair of brown eyes that reveal the vicissitudes of life, soft facial features, and a small black mole growing under the right ear.

"Mr. Azke!" Klein spoke happily.

He finally knew what scene corresponds to the revelation obtained from divination.

It corresponds to the present!

"Sea of ​​Blood" represents a situation of mortality, and "pulling up by Mr. Azke" means that he is rescued by him!

As soon as he left his mouth, Azk waved his hand, grabbed his arm, and walked towards the depths of various rich colors!

…………

The quill that looks very ordinary is no longer written by itself, and the surface is a little dim.

The serious middle-aged man with only one eye held it and quickly wrote with some psychic state:
Chapter completed!