In the dead of night, the crimson moon hangs high in the sky.

For everyone who has been tired and worked hard all day, night is the end, but Alice's night has just begun.

The young magician closed the doors and windows of the room and drew the curtains. Then she took off her coat-like bathrobe and lay down on the soft and clean bed.

Wrapping her smooth body in a summer quilt, she turned over and took out two small bottles from under the pillow, holding them up to the light.

Inside the sealed transparent bottles, each contained a few long hairs belonging to women and a few drops of dark red blood.

"Mrs. Beatrice, Triss..."

She pondered for a while, then let go of one of the vials, holding only the body of the other transparent glass bottle, and then quietly closed her eyes.

She wants to fall into a dream and find out the important information in the memories of these two people from the dream.

Hair and blood can help her locate the other person's dream and become a beacon, and the dream-entrying spell she learned from the dream demon... is similar but not the same as the extraordinary abilities possessed by the "nightmares" in this world, but they are also the most powerful in the dream world.

A useful pass.

Alice's first choice target is naturally Mrs. Beatrice.

More than once, she has come into contact with one of the top leaders of the Witch Sect, the mysterious witch known as the "Mourning Lady", and she also has a secret buried deep in her heart. This secret itself seems to be related to the witch who was originally a woman...

Any of the above points were enough to attract Alice's attention to this pleasure witch. Unfortunately, there was not much time for her to ask questions. There was also a "witch" Triss who was tortured by false pain to deal with. She only had to deal with it.

You can choose to suppress it for now and leave the follow-up work to be solved in your dreams.

Now, she will lie dormant on the edge of the dream, just waiting for the marked prey to fall asleep, and she can find the answer in his dream.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Alice's mouth, and her breathing was long and long, as if she had seen a beautiful dream in her deep sleep.

But far away in the remote countryside of Ruislan Manor, the witches' party has long ended. With their graceful bodies and moving looks, they either choose to continue to indulge in the joy of this night, or choose to let the flames in their bodies cool down and withdraw from their addiction.

Leave and let everything be free.

Taking off her dress, Mrs. Beatrice let her body sink into the bathtub filled with hot water and rose petals, and sighed tiredly.

A lot of accidents happened tonight.

The uninvited guest who almost disrupted the normal dinner order, Claire Sibley, was undoubtedly a very troublesome variable.

In Mrs. Beatrice's view, the other party is a powerful "Witch of Joy" who is about to be promoted to Sequence 5. Naturally, she came to the party she held to get the corresponding potion formula and the rituals required for promotion.

condition.

This can be felt from the miserable sight of her torturing the witch Triss - Claire obviously knows the meaning of "pain".

But what surprised Mrs. Beatrice was that the witch Triss was greatly stimulated, and her body was even covered with many blood stains scratched by fingernails. However, her mental state was obviously much better than before, and she no longer held her head.

He muttered to himself in pain, and no longer suddenly behaved like he was out of control.

The signs of losing control in this witch have actually subsided a lot...

Mrs. Beatrice was surprised and felt a little disgusted. She had seen many people who liked to be abused, but she had never heard of anyone recovering from losing control due to this kind of twisted pleasure.

Of course, Triss seems to have developed a strange dependence on the witch Claire...

She has always wanted to know Claire's whereabouts since she woke up, even though she had already left, and she could only come to ask Mrs. Beatrice for help.

"Next month, if you have a chance, you may be able to see her here."

At that time, Mrs. Beatrice blocked her follow-up questions with such words, and at the same time, she also concealed the fact that she also knew nothing about Claire.

Logically speaking, Claire should be able to obtain information related to promotion from the sect member who developed her into a witch, but she chose a more roundabout way.

This is strange and unusual.

It is still time to report the story of this witch and ask the mourning lady to confirm her identity...

The beautiful witch who was planning her recent arrangements gradually felt sleepy under the influence of hot water and fragrance. Her head with slightly curly black hair began to move bit by bit, as if she wanted to resist the invasion of the Sandman.

But in the end, she still fell asleep due to tiredness, sliding silently towards the abyss of dreams.

…

"Beatrice" who is not yet "Mrs. Beatrice" is a child born in the slums of Port Enmat.

His slightly curly black hair is a little yellow due to malnutrition. His limbs are thin but his legs and feet are flexible. He started stealing when he was only about seven or eight years old, and occasionally pretended to be a disabled beggar.

He has become infected with sin and satisfies his hunger with its fruits.

Like many women who are single with children in the slums, his mother is engaged in the most despicable and filthy flesh and blood business. She can barely feed herself and cannot support him at all, and she is only three or five years younger than him.

Year old sister.

I heard that his mother also had a prosperous time. She was fortunate enough to be taken to live in a large and bright house for a while, where she could sit leisurely in the garden with deck chairs and bask in the comfortable afternoon sunshine; but the good times did not last long.

, he was too young at the time and could not remember this most beautiful memory for his mother.

In short, as long as he could remember, he, his mother and sister were crowded into a small and dirty rented house in the slums, watching different men climb into the only bed in the house every day and shake for a few minutes or less.

time, just drop a few coins and leave.

The stench emanating from my mother's body became more and more unbearable day by day, and gradually, the men who used to show up every day stopped coming.

His mother seemed to want him to keep those guests several times, but he did not do so. Instead, he smeared himself and his sister with mud until they looked like two mud monkeys, and shrank into the corner of the room farthest from the bed.

One day he came back from stealing with his sister and found that the woman who should be called his mother never got up from the bed.

He was less than ten years old this year and didn't know who his and his sister's fathers were.

He abandoned his previous name and chose a new one. He also thought of a new name for his sister.

Brother Pierre and his sister Beatrice started their new life.

The screen changes.

Brother and sister Pierre and Beatrice have grown up a lot and look like teenagers.

They are the most looked-down and despised pickpockets and thugs in this area. They joined underground gangs at a young age, fighting, stealing, causing trouble and intimidation, and doing almost everything except murder and arson.

However, they soon ushered in a turning point.

An organization calling itself the Gnostic Society found the brother and sister and opened a strange and mysterious door to them.

Magical abilities beyond the mortal level, extraordinary people, "apprentices" and "assassins"...

In order to complete the trials and tests of the Gnosis Society, both Pierre and Beatrice had blood on their hands.

This is the first time they kill someone, but it won't be the last.

The brother and sister finally chose the same potion, "Assassin".

In the distorted and illusory vision, in the acupuncture pain that was almost driving their sanity crazy, they held each other's hands and stepped into the world of extraordinary people one after another.

The screen changes again.

His sister Beatrice is more talented than him in potion mastery.

But it was he who learned the secret from his superiors - the power of potions does not rely on control, but must be digested, and digestion itself is the feedback of the performance.

But it doesn't matter, he shared this secret with his sister Beatrice.

They were promoted to "Instigator" almost simultaneously.

After becoming "the instigators", the opportunities for the brother and sister to participate in missions together became even less.

Fortunately, the last task before their promotion can be completed together.

Pierre and Beatrice got mixed up with a traveling circus, and followed the circus to a remote mountain village.

They took advantage of the ignorance of the villagers, provoked disputes, incited confrontation between the circus and the villagers, destroyed carriages, and used explosives to blow up the only road connecting the mountain village to the outside world, causing panic.

An unimaginable conflict broke out between the villagers, whose total population did not exceed thirty, and a dozen circus members.

And this was just the beginning. Bloody nightmares and panic spread like a plague. In just over ten days, no other living life could be seen in this mountain village.

Except for the two originators.

As a reward for passing the trial, they returned to the bustling city and were led underground to meet with the higher-ups.

But what was thrown in front of him was only a bottle of magic potion.

There is only one person who can advance to Sequence 7 and become a "witch".

"Didn't you listen carefully to the requirements of the mission?" The woman in black robe made a weird and sharp laugh in front of the frightened people. "Except for the promoted people, everyone else will die in the tragedy in the mountain village, and now

You two are back, and you are still one life away from completing your goal... You should know in your heart what to do."

Pierre and Beatrice were sent to a stage similar to an underground black boxing arena.

They want to end this ridiculous fight before the bottle of "witch" potion expires and goes bad.

Otherwise, their mission will end in failure, and both brother and sister will be regarded as useless abandoned children and will be abandoned.

Her younger sister, Beatrice, would rather die by herself or die with him than to use a knife against her older brother, Pierre.

But that's not what he thought.

He felt like they were two dogs tied under the light, barking ridiculously and sadly to please the women in black robes who were watching the fight.

They were sitting in the audience, looking at me from all directions and laughing.

"The boy's name is Pierre? It sounds good, but now you can start thinking about the name after becoming a witch."
To be continued...