"Being extraordinary is falling. Even if you don't practice concurrently, once you reach the level of 'Meng', you will be unable to resist exploring forbidden knowledge."
"And knowledge itself is poison."
"Once you 'know' it, you can't escape it anymore."
Claire looked at her for a while, then reached out and handed over the fire bottle, driving away all the tentacles of the abyss.
Watching Farley pick herself up and stand up, she continued to ask, "Have you been one of theirs from the beginning?"
"Not really." Farley shook her head. "At first I really wanted to be a witch."
"then you?"
"It's not you who caused it!"
At this point, Farley glared at me fiercely.
"It was because of the failure in the assessment that I was forced to conceal my brilliance in the early stages."
"But Ms. Siesta saw my potential. She also saw that I was unwilling to give up, so she found me secretly and easily convinced me to help her."
"That book was also her idea?" Claire frowned. "Why?"
"She discovered your talent and wants to use me to help you understand who our real enemy is!"
Farley grinned and stretched out her hand to gesture to her.
“The Extraordinary People seem to be in a prosperous situation and have even established a cooperative relationship with the local government, but in fact, we are just a group of sheep being kept in a pen!”
"Who is keeping him captive?" Claire bit her lip. "'Supernatural enemy'?"
"They have regarded us as heretics from the beginning." Fali said fiercely, "Once we leak the news, we may attract them, those corpse stitchers... dead bone ice needles..."
"How many of them are there?"
Claire glanced outside the door and tapped her toes. A large, shiny black spider crawled out from under the bed and quietly moved to the door.
"...No wonder you were able to find me." Fali sighed.
"How many of them are there!"
"I don't know." Farley shook her head, "Because no one has ever seen them. All the extraordinary people who have seen them are dead... Even those at level 6 or 7 can't escape."
"Are they really dealing with the extraordinary people in secret?"
Claire couldn't understand it.
In her opinion, isn't this a thankless task?
And are the extraordinary people so rubbish? They have been hunted by such a force for nearly a thousand years, and they have no ability to fight back? Are all those who have been suppressed hiding and living in seclusion?
"If knowledge can pollute, why not just spread it..."
"It's no use!" Farley interrupted her, "The Dead Bone Ice Needles will find you before you do that... They can predict your thoughts in advance, you'd better not really plan to do this!"
Next, Farley told Claire some of the information she currently knew, explained the interests involved, and formally invited her to escape from here with her tonight.
"Meng is level 5. She is one of the strongest extraordinary people in the world. Her depravity and madness... the stench coming from her will definitely attract them. If she continues to stay here, she will definitely die."
Farley took a breath.
"This is your only way out, William."
"Even though I hate you, I won't hurt you like this..."
"I can rebel against the witch coven. After all, I still owe her 50,000 pounds." Claire shook her head, "But I won't join you unless you can give me a reason... that I can't refuse."
"That's easy." Farley was happy.
"First of all, regarding your body's alienation problem, there are many seniors' experiences in the Gate of Life that you can learn from."
"Can it be completely eliminated?"
"It can't be eliminated." Farley shook her head. "This is a road of no return, William. If we know it, we will die. It's just a matter of time."
"What hope do we have then?"
"I don't know, but I heard from Ms. Siesta that maybe this is a curse, and the way to remove the curse lies with Hitzfeld."
“……” Claire was silent for a while.
"that's all?"
"I don't think it's enough."
"It will be enough..."
Farley just looked at her and smiled.
Claire was disturbed by her laughter: "What else...?"
Farley didn't say anything, but took out a letter and gave it to her, motioning her to open it.
Hitzfeld, who was observing secretly, glanced at the letter, watched a pair of hands open the envelope, unfold the letter paper, and glance at the contents described on it.
[In the territory of the Ferem family, a mysterious out-of-control incident occurred in the Farri Islands. The current death and injury have exceeded 100. The accumulated stench is too strong and is likely to attract those 'hounds'...]
All right.
Feeling a faint layer of blood-red covering his vision, Hitzfeld sighed quietly.
From what she knew, Anna-William was basically the person Claire cherished the most.
The Gate of Life used this to threaten her, so it would not be difficult for her to return to the Felum family to gather intelligence.
Chapter 61: The Hidden Manifest
The vision was blurry and clear, shaking, and gradually a dilapidated tavern appeared.
Claire walked into the hall, her fingers clenched around the suitcase she was carrying, and whispered to the waiter who came over, "Open a room... Bring me some food before then."
The waiter seemed accustomed to such requests and did not ask any further questions. He just nodded respectfully and went about his business.
"This damn weather..."
Complaining, Claire lowered her hood, patted her cloak, and found that she was still quite wet.
She came in the heavy rain.
In late autumn, getting caught in the rain is very harmful to the body. She didn't want to get sick before reaching her destination, and hoped that this tavern in the "other world" would have hot water.
The pub was neither busy nor bad, so she found an empty seat and her food came quickly.
A plate of bread and jam, some roast beef, a few crispy and milky cookies, and a cup of steaming cereal with milk.
There was also a key placed on the tray with the food. Claire picked up the key, stroked it twice, and saw a number engraved on it - 205.
The second floor?
The second floor of a place like this might not be very quiet, but she was only staying for one night anyway, so Claire soon stopped worrying about it and began to finish her food elegantly but quickly.
It had been a long time since she had eaten so freely.
After eating and drinking her fill and paying for her meal, she called the waiter over and asked him to bring some more "newspapers that are only available here."
The waiter took the banknotes she stuffed into his hand, went to the backstage, and came back a few minutes later with a stack of newspapers to report back.
"As you ordered, this is the amount for the past week."
"Thank you."
“Happy reading.”
The waiter made a gesture to Claire that she couldn't understand, then turned and left with a hint of piety.
"Does he believe in some religion..." Claire muttered to herself as she stared at his back. "Farley said this is the territory of the Hessian Society. I shouldn't be so unlucky to be targeted as soon as I show up..."
After a moment of hesitation, she turned her attention to the newspaper and began to read it one by one.
They were basically all English reading materials, and Hitzfeld took the opportunity to peek and read a lot of secret information.
Things have been very turbulent in the French esoteric community lately.
The Witch Coven - The long-famous witch Sista chose to defect. She is not the only defector recently. A talented witch named Claire and several apprentices also disappeared.
This would normally be big news that would make the headlines. But now, these people's defection obviously did not cause much waves - all related news was only listed on the second page, and the latest newspapers only put them on the third and fourth pages.
This is not because the witches are so magnanimous that they can ignore traitors, but because they are dragged down by bigger troubles.
Similarly, for the forces behind these newspapers, and for those who want to read them, this greater trouble is of primary concern.
[After confirming authoritative information, we are very sorry to publish a message here: the leader of the witch coven, Ms. Meng, has left us forever in the early hours of this morning...]
Claire's eyes stayed on this message for three and a half minutes before she turned the page to look at other content.
Hitzfeld guessed she must be very uneasy now.
Claire was a very decisive person. Since she was destined to leave the witch coven, she didn't want to waste any more time there, so she slipped away with Farley that night.
Originally, things would not be so smooth - according to Farley, Claire's fighting ability is also part of the escape plan, and there is more than an 80% chance that Claire will be needed to help fight during this process.
But Claire didn't have any chance to escape. That night, the hidden base was attacked, and even a small earthquake was triggered. Claire, Farley and others escaped without any obstruction. The immediate combat force of the witches at that time should have gone to the scene to reinforce.
"It's them!" Farley was both excited and terrified at the time, "Mon's corruption has been smelled! They're coming! Coming for her!!"
"They can smell the Fallen?" Claire asked her. "Then how can the Gate of Life still exist?"
"This is not something a junior apprentice like me can know." Farley curled her lips and stuffed another letter into her hand.
"Follow the route in the letter and head south. Someone will come to discuss the next plan with you."
They separated in the woods, and Claire dragged the box and the letter all the way south. She had been walking in the autumn mist and rain for three days.
Claire was actually quite uncomfortable.
She didn't expect it to be so fast!
'Meng'... Although she had never seen this person before, her name was well-known in the extraordinary circle in France.
She is a transcendent of the highest class, the most powerful witch, and her life level has ascended five times from her original mortal level!
Such a prominent figure, a powerful man who was once close to god in Claire's heart, was killed just like that?
I thought I could escape even if I couldn't win, but judging from the news, I didn't escape?
The other party chased Meng for three days and three nights and killed her this morning?
Even a character like this died so cleanly and tragically. Claire is weaker than 'Mon', so she will naturally worry about her future.
Does the French supernatural organization know the truth behind this matter...
Do they know that it was the 'supernatural enemy' who did it?
Even if you ascend to the level of 'Meng', you can't escape. If you are not dealt with by the 'supernatural enemy', you will continue to degenerate and become a monster. Is there really a future on this path...
All kinds of chaotic thoughts filled her mind, and the young witch was uneasy. The newspaper stayed on the third page for a long time without moving.
In fact, it was because she was disturbed by the gossip on the way to escape that she broke the rules and followed the guidance of her appetite to eat.
As for what precepts? Guarding the heart?
Doesn't Meng have any precepts? Doesn't he guard his heart?
Claire had followed the rules before in the hope of slowing down the rate of her body's transformation. To put it simply, she didn't want to turn herself into a monster and wanted to continue to retain her human form so that she still had hope for the future.
But now that hope is gone.
According to her thinking, if someone like Meng could not escape destruction even after advancing to level 5, then was this kind of disciplined life really meaningful?
It’s better to indulge yourself and enjoy yourself more. You can die with a full stomach!
"call!"
A gust of wind.
Looking up again, she saw a woman sitting opposite her, also wearing a waterproof cloak.
“…” No words were spoken, but Claire had already recognized who the other person was.
When they first met, most of his face was also covered, and she thought she still remembered that chin.
"Not a surprise?"
After waiting for a long time without any response, the woman took off her hood, revealing Siesta's cold and pretty face. "They sent me to meet you. I am your biggest supporter now. How could you not feel happy? Comforted?"
"..." Claire still didn't say anything, just looked at Sista with complicated eyes.
