The princess who was awakened by a kiss...could it be possible that this damn witch still thought of herself as a prince?

Alice, on the other hand, was completely unaware of the gaze he stared at her as soon as he opened her eyes. Instead, she spread her hands as if it were a matter of course:

"If I were a man, 90% of the princes in the world should retire voluntarily and find a farm to retire and farm."

...It was the first time I noticed that she was so swollen.

Klein's mood was a little complicated, but he felt that based on her appearance and temperament, she seemed to be right...

No, no, now is not the time to think about this!

He had too many questions that he wanted to confirm with her! For example, the false identity of Edward Barton, and why his body was not in control before. Is there anything wrong with Mrs. Sharon...

After all, if she hadn't made him look so handsome with makeup, this kind of suffering would never have happened to him!

"I have a general understanding of the situation here, so don't forget to turn off your telepathic communication."

Alice smiled and pointed to where he was wearing his earrings.

Klein was stunned for a few seconds, and then he realized that he had adapted to the power that kept his mind calm and clear, and actually forgot about its existence.

Fortunately, other than complaining, he probably didn't think about anything particularly social... right?

After he endured the shame and turned off the talking function of Breath of the Soul, Alice seemed to have sorted out her thoughts and moved her gaze aside to Mrs. Sharon, who remained motionless in the previous posture.

"Your luck... I can't say whether it's good or bad. In short, it's a coincidence that you met a witch. She just used invisible threads to control your actions. Maybe she wanted to do something to you... Well,

Let’s not talk about this anymore, how did you get targeted by her?”

"No, I really didn't agree to any of her invitations, nor did I drink the wine she handed me!"

Klein subconsciously defended himself, and at the same time skipped his exercise session in the courtyard with some guilt, and asked instead:

"So is there really such a person named 'Edward Barton'? Mrs. Sharon could name me when she saw me before, and she even scared me... Fortunately, she should have only seen the portrait in the newspaper, and

I don’t really know Edward personally…”

"Of course the name and his identity and background are true."

Alice acted matter-of-factly, and in the end she looked him up and down and smiled a bit evilly.

"But I must state that your current facial features are nothing like that of Edward. It's all out of my personal interest... You don't want others to see what your real face looks like, right?"

"...My current appearance is completely different from the original Edward? How did Mrs. Sharon manage to admit the wrong person?"

Klein was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

Alice thought for a moment.

"Of course it's because of my little trick... In terms that you can understand, I made a mirror fragment belonging to 'Edward Barton' himself, covering it on your body, so that all those who have an impression of him can

People will subconsciously recognize you as him.

You can understand that... you are the real 'Edward Barton' himself, the reflection in the mirror. Similarly, 'Claire Sibley' is also a real person, and I will fragment her mirror image.

Covering myself..."

"So people who meet you will also regard you as the real 'Claire'?"

Is this... this kind of thing just a little trick?

Klein tried to use his known extraordinary power to understand the words described by Alice, and found that he could understand her meaning logically, but could not use any theory to substitute the principles.

Making mirror fragments, covering them on others, causing others to have cognitive illusions... This, this seems to involve more than one or two mysterious fields...

"To be precise, it's the other version of the real 'Claire' reflected in the mirror." Alice corrected from the sidelines, unable to hear his many inner thoughts.

Klein gradually recovered and realized another problem.

"Wait, that is to say, we have truly assumed the identities of the other two people... Don't be afraid, if you meet them in person..."

"Well, this is indeed a problem. This is the shortcoming of the mirror fragment. If you meet the person in person, it will immediately become invalid and be recognized as a fake."

Saying this, Alice looked like I was just waiting for you to ask, and continued with a smile:

"But you don't have to worry about the possibility of being discovered this time, because...this Mr. Edward Barton can no longer jump out and accuse us."

She said that the real Edward Barton was involved in a scandalous love-murder case and unfortunately died.

In order to prevent the possible negative impact of this scandal on the company's trade, his funeral was held in a very hasty and private manner. Except for his own relatives and close friends, the outside world was not even aware of the death of this gentleman.

As for the lady named Claire Sibley, she is indeed Mr. Edward's uncontracted girlfriend, but she now has another identity title.

The murderer who committed this murder.

After she cut the throats of her boyfriend and his lover with a knife, she climbed to the roof of the third floor with the murder weapon, then fell down, hitting the ground with her head first, and died on the spot.

"If you're lucky, the person who recognizes your and my 'true identity' tonight may suddenly realize one day in the future that what he met at the dinner party was actually two dead people..."

Alice couldn't help laughing as she spoke, her brows and eyes were full of interest, as if she had seen the scene when her prank was successful.

Uh... really good at playing.

Klein could only say that this woman really knows how to play... But when he thought about it carefully, he was borrowing the identity of a dead person, and he felt suddenly panicked...

He shook his back, trying to get rid of the discomfort, and turned to look at Mrs. Sharon, who was motionless on the ground. He noticed that her clothes, skin and even hair seemed to be tinged with an inconspicuous gray color, and he couldn't help but recall a person who was there.

Common abnormal states in fantasy RPG games.

"Petrified?"

But what he sensed before was clearly a strong light...a combination of blinding spell and petrification spell?

Whether she wanted to maintain a sense of mystery or didn't want him to see through too many of his trump cards, Alice had no intention of explaining. She just glanced at Mrs. Sharon, who maintained an innocent but charming expression, and sighed with regret.

"It's definitely petrified. It will slowly dissipate in about half an hour... It's a pity that she can't be touched at will now. If she accidentally breaks her neck or breaks it somewhere, someone will die."

"...You mean, it sounds like you planned to do something to her." Klein didn't know how to respond to this dangerous assumption, so he could only complain.

Alice became honest now.

"I wanted to pull out some of her hair and get some blood. I finally caught a lone Sequence 6 witch. She should be of some use."

The witch of Sequence 6...isn't that the "Witch of Joy"? No wonder he was so passive before!

Klein suddenly understood, but finally felt something was wrong in her attitude.

"How do you know she is a Sequence 6 witch... Moreover, the term "Lonely" is as if she is not the only witch here - "

Wait, Alice did receive an invitation from the witch before, right? What she was busy with before was dealing with the witch!

"Is there really more than one witch here?"

Klein pointed at Mrs. Sharon, who was as frozen as a stone statue on the ground, her expression stiff.

"Let me do the math," Alice looked up and seemed to count silently, then immediately replied, "Including her, there are exactly five witches, plus one witch... The witch sect is quite particular."

Klein didn't care whether he was particular or not, he just felt a toothache when he heard this.

Good guy, is this manor the witch’s base camp?

Should he report it... Go back and try to see if he can report this place, all at once... No, there is no way to explain the source of the information.

"I have a friend.jpg"? It doesn't seem to work. With his social status and social circle, he has no access to a dinner party of this level...

forget about it?

...Forget it for the time being. When I find an opportunity later, I will quietly insert some reasonable private information into the report to expose the true situation here.

"Do you have any unfinished business? I have solved all the problems at hand and you can leave at any time."

After hearing what Alice said, Klein immediately corrected his expression and said sternly:

"No, I want to go back too. Let's leave together."

He had had enough of this dinner for a long time. After finishing the meal, he felt that he couldn't stay for a second... Ah, I miss my mobile phone, I miss the various advertising messages that are pushed to me, I miss being able to kill time by opening the TV drama watching website

One night...

But now there is nothing here, he can only think about it.

"Well, I don't care. Let's go back."

Naturally, Alice couldn't hear Klein's heartbeat at this time. She turned around and walked out of the corridor in a familiar way. She left the main building of the manor unimpeded, stepped down the steps at the entrance, and then came with him to the open space in the courtyard where the carriage was previously parked.

.

At this moment, the open space was really empty. There was no carriage, no coachman, and not even horses. Klein was a little dumbfounded.

"What...what about our return journey?"

He pointed to the ruts on the ground, gestured to himself again, and finally pointed outside the manor, his questioning meaning was obvious:

Is it possible that we can only walk back?

Alice just lowered her head and glanced at a patch of indistinct black gray on the ground, and chuckled.

"You know, if we follow the standard procedures for this dinner, we will play here all night. It will not be until early the next morning that the guard at the gate of the manor will let the guests' carriages in and pick up the men and women who have been partying all night.

At home... tomorrow happens to be Sunday, doesn't it? Everyone has enough time to regain their energy."

...Okay, are you so indulgent? Klein felt that he had gained another strange knowledge.

"So from the very beginning, our carriage and driver were just products summoned by magic. Of course, I remember using illusion magic to dress them up to look normal... Well, if I were still in my original world, under normal circumstances I would
To be continued...