No one doubted her, because as she grew older, her face became more and more beautiful, her facial features were beautiful and pleasing to the eye, and her skin was like a peeled egg, so tender that you could squeeze water out of it.
No one would doubt that such a witch had fallen, only Hitzfeld witnessed it all silently.
But even she didn't know what Claire's mouth looked like now.
But she understood why Claire was so eager to become a transcendent.
Her mother's name is Anna William. She was brave and adventurous in her early years. She went to North Africa with the team and was stranded on an uninhabited island. After a series of stories that were enough to be made into a movie, she took root in the local area and married Claire's unnamed father.
The man left no traceable information, but he was indeed Anna-William's savior. In return for this favor, Claire was born, and Anna has remained on the island ever since, inheriting her husband's position and ruling the primitive village.
Unfortunately, the nameless island was exactly the territory designated by the Felam family.
They were attracted by the island's isolation and deliberately spread information about "God". The primitive villagers worshipped them as messengers of God and believed that they were the incarnation of God.
Thanks to Anna's education, Claire did not grow up to be a primitive native. She could read and sing poetry, knew a little about history, had fair skin and outstanding appearance, so she was accepted by the Fareham family as a candidate for a servant.
But she knew they were not "messengers of God".
She had seen those extraordinary powers.
That's enough strength to break a hundred-year-old tree with one punch, running faster than a cheetah, and having more blood than a tiger...
Ever since she was a child, she had wondered why her appearance and skin color were so different from those of other people in the village. She had never understood it before.
But at that moment she realized - because she didn't belong there.
It turns out there is a world outside.
It turns out there are people like them out there in the world.
This thought gradually fermented into "Not only does Claire-William not belong there, Anna-William doesn't belong there either."
The story of the past was over. After learning that knowledge, she didn't want Anna to be buried on the island like the natives after her death.
Or according to ancient customs, the bodies are directly eaten by the villagers.
But this is difficult... because the Nameless Island is the territory of the Felum family, and the Felum family is the new king of North Africa. Except for being recruited as a servant according to the procedure, anyone who leaves the island in any other way will be executed directly by them.
So the status of a household servant is not enough.
She must achieve truly extraordinary things to have enough bargaining chips and say to bring Anna from the island.
...Hitzfeld knew the above information because Claire wrote a letter to her mother Anna on the night of her official promotion.
[In short, that day is not far away. ]
She saw her write hope at the end of the letter.
[Your daughter is a wizard... a true extraordinary person who has the power to create potions. I don't think they would offend a promising wizard for a native tribe. I plan to set off to pick you up in a while.]
It was obvious that she had been holding these words in for too long.
I didn’t dare tell anyone, not even my best friends, so I kept it deep in my heart until I actually stepped into this circle and then revealed it.
After sealing the envelope, I watched the letter go through the witch coven's mailing channel, and I didn't even skip this scene.
Hitzfeld was paying attention—which usually meant there was more to come.
Claire was walking back and heard footsteps when she turned the corner.
She stopped and moved a little further away.
Not long after, a tall black-haired girl came out from the corner and was slightly startled when she saw Claire.
"Nice." Claire whispered her name.
She used to be his best friend, but because she progressed so rapidly, Niss could no longer keep up, and the two of them even had no common topics in the end.
"Claire." Niss nodded to her, but did not walk away as usual. "Do you know Ms. Siesta? I heard that she is your guide?"
"That's right." Claire frowned. "What happened?"
"Ms. Sistah has rebelled."
"......???" Claire stared.
"It's true." Niss emphasized, "She is the spy placed in the meeting by the organization... 'Gate of Life'. An hour ago, she detonated a 'Fire Thorn' during the meeting. Eight wizards, including the president, were injured..."
The Door of Life means opening the door of destiny.
Hitzfeld had heard of this organization in flashbacks.
This is an organization that is notorious even in the circle of extraordinary people. They don't mind the depravity of their members, and among them are many "non-humans" who take the path of alienation.
Unlike most extraordinary people who still abide by the law, these people often attack ordinary people, and each crime results in at least a dozen deaths.
Is Sista actually a spy for these monsters?
At that moment, Hitzfeld figured out a lot of things.
Like why she would spend fifty thousand pounds on a little maid she had just met for the first time.
For example, why does she call this behavior an investment...
Obviously, Claire had thought of these, and her expression became ugly.
She asked Niss, but Niss was not at the scene. She heard the news from Bram and told her out of concern.
Seeing that she couldn't get any answers from Niss, Claire felt it was boring and wanted to leave quickly.
"Claire!"
Seeing her former friend turning to leave, Niss called out to her.
"What's the matter?" Claire turned around.
"I……"
Niss half opened her lips, unable to utter the rest of the words.
Claire has changed so much.
Not only did she become more beautiful, she also... there was a terrifying aura about her, like a blood mist covering her... the oppressive feeling she gave her was even stronger than that of the Bram Witch.
"Ms. Sista is your guide. They will definitely come to question you later. You'd better prepare in advance..."
"After all, they might not be very polite."
After thinking about it, Niss insisted on finishing what she was saying.
"Also... congratulations on your successful advancement! You achieved extraordinary success before us!"
"understood."
Claire tilted her head and nodded a few times.
So cold?
There was a hint of disappointment in Niss's eyes.
Then she was stunned for a moment, looked down, and saw a roll of parchment being handed to her.
“Some thoughts.”
Claire whispered.
"See for yourself."
“Don’t give it to anyone else.”
Chapter 60: Reasons I Cannot Refuse
It wasn't until three days later that Claire had the chance to return to the dormitory.
Ever since she successfully upgraded to become a Level 1 extraordinary person with "Knowledge 1 = Research 1", the guild had changed her living quarters. She now lived alone and was not afraid of being seen by anyone.
After closing the door, the genius witch in the eyes of others took a breath, leaned against the door panel somewhat exhausted, and slid down to sit down little by little.
She is so tired.
I was taken away by the gang and interrogated for two days and two nights. The exhaustion was not only physical, but also mental.
Moreover, she knew that she was not without problems. If she opened her mouth a little wider during the interrogation, allowing people to see the wonders inside; or if she opened her mouth a little smaller, arousing the suspicion of other witches, she would definitely not be able to come back.
And Hitzfeld - when she followed the main perspective and saw the suitcase at the corner of the bed for the third time, she knew that Claire had already thought about leaving.
too dangerous.
Compared with the kindness of the witch coven in raising her, this life is obviously more important.
And if we really talk about favors, most of them were given by Sista. She still owed her 50,000 pounds and she didn't even know how to face her again.
sand……
A soft sound was heard in the room.
Claire stood up slowly in the darkness, reached out from her waist and took out a bottle of medicine, and walked forward as lightly as possible.
The bedroom was not very big. Claire looked around and didn't see anyone, so she turned around and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she suddenly bent over and threw the potion bottle under the bed like a bowling ball. A "pop" sound was heard from there - the glass bottle was shattered directly by her smash.
"Pfft! Wait I didn't mean to-Pfft! FUCK! FUCK!!!"
There were sounds of struggling, kicking and whimpering from under the bed.
Claire ignored it and took out another potion bottle, unplugged it and blew into it. Immediately, an orange-yellow flame shot out from the bottle mouth.
Half-kneeling on the ground, he reached out and pulled out the things inside. With the help of the light, the possessed Hitzfeld saw that it was a cloaked girl tied up by an unknown substance.
Why is it called an unknown substance... because she is not sure whether it is some kind of chemical substance or artificial flesh and blood.
The "Abyss Tentacles" made from dead fetuses can be used by smashing the container directly at the enemy. After the liquid reacts with the air, flesh and blood tentacles will emerge directly, and they will madly wrap around any object they can wrap around. If it is a living thing, they will try to drill directly into its body.
It's not for eating or reproduction, they just like it.
The "Tentacles of the Abyss" were afraid of high temperatures. Claire held a fire bottle in her hand, and those things did not dare to entangle her. Instead, under her coercion, they slightly loosened their prey and exposed her face.
"Prim." Seeing the iconic blond hair, Claire's eyes darkened. "You're looking for death."
"Don't say that." Fali spat out the tentacle in her mouth with a "Puh" sound, retched a few times, and then panted while pulling the silk: "You know they will soon launch a further investigation into you, you can't hide it... The only way out is to come with us."
"...So all of this was planned by you?" Claire's eyelids twitched.
"Whether she spent fifty thousand pounds to buy me or you sent me that book, did you do it on purpose? What good does it do you?"
"Of course, it's to increase the number of companions." Farley panted and laughed, "The lady didn't expect you to perform so well at first. She only planned to ambush a hidden 'alien' in the witch coven."
"Do you know this will lead to me taking multiple subjects?" Claire lifted her collar, drooling almost on her face, "Do you know this will turn me into a monster!!!"
"Don't be silly, okay?" Farley glared at her coldly.
"Monster? You don't think other extraordinary people are still considered human beings?"
"Think about where you came from. Is it because those ghouls have never eaten human flesh in front of you that you have illusions about their lawful psychology?"
"Think about this place again - France is the place that emphasizes order and discipline the most. Think about that group of contradictory lunatics. How are they like humans?"
"Bram always told me to curb that desire for mystery..." Claire said.
"But she dare not tell you that Meng's path has gone astray." Farley interrupted her quickly.
Claire was stunned and asked her intermittently: "...What did you say?"
"The leader of the witches' association, a 5th-level extraordinary person, 'Seeking Knowledge 4<>
Claire said nothing.
Even with her shrewdness, this news was too shocking. She needed half a minute to calm down.
You know, that's level 5.
The highest level in the entire extraordinary world is level 5!
She originally thought that she might be able to solve her physical problems by continuing to upgrade in the future, but even Meng had fallen?
why?
Those rules were made by Meng, how could she not know the importance of following them?
"As early as... ahem... as early as when we entered this circle and first heard that knowledge, we were already polluted."
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Farley thought she was unable to calm down, so she simply explained to her in a low voice.
"There has never been any fall."
