Chapter 161: Chapter 161: The Foolish Witch
Chapter 161: The Foolish Witch
Hastur held the sword in his staff and subtly twisted the tip. If she were to pounce directly at him, he would let her know what it means to be utterly chilled to the core.
"You are indeed handsome, I wonder how many innocent girls you Will Auceptin harm in the future. I should probably kill you to prevent other naive girls from becoming melancholic because of you."
Her voice was still full of charm, and the words that would normally be aggressive seemed enticing when spoken by her.
Subtle and penetrating, it scratched at the heart.
To this, Hastur commented: "Not bad, you have some essence of a fox spirit from the legends, but still too green, you need more practice."
If it were the White Saintess Katerina, her charm would not be so obvious, but rather, it would capture your body and soul unconsciously during normal interactions.
"You want to kill me? With what, your beauty or your body?"
Hastur's indifferent words carried a hint of disdain, prompting a cold smirk from Moraka, who was lying on the ceiling.
She slightly turned her body, her gaze fixed on the unprotected back of Hastur's neck.
With just one close move, her nails could penetrate his skin, tear through his muscles, and then with a little more force, snap his neck.
Of course, before he completely breathed his last, she wouldn't mind giving him a bloody kiss.
Originally, she just came to see, but upon truly meeting this Hastur Campbell, uncontrollable flames of jealousy ignited within her.
That feeling was like a fire burning every corner of her body.
Thus, she changed her mind. She wanted to kill this young and handsome noble and take out his heart!
What a picture it would be if she presented his heart as a gift to her!
But as she was about to act, a strong premonition of danger suddenly surged in her heart.
It felt as if the prey below, completely unguarded, was waiting with a giant net for her to Will Auceptiningly trap herself.
She decided to be cautious, "I'm a bit shy, could you turn off the lights first?"
"Sure."
With a response, the lights went out, and the room plunged back into darkness.
This level of darkness was no cover for a witch who had once been an assassin.
"You lie down on the bed first, I'll come find you and take you into a world of pleasure."
Moraka flipped her right wrist, and a dagger two fingers wide appeared. With this weapon, she could ensure that she would slit the throat of the prey below in an instant, cutting through both skin and bone.
"Enough talk, are you here to seduce me into bed or to have a heart-to-heart talk at midnight?"
His crude words made Moraka pause for a moment, then anger surged!
She no longer waited, no longer hesitated, her body floated down like a falling leaf, her waist lightly twisted, and the dagger in her hand drew a cold light towards Hastur's throat.
Puff!
It was the sound of flesh being pierced by a sharp weapon.
But it wasn't her dagger that slit the prey's throat, but the prey's sword, accurately piercing through her abdomen.
While also piercing her own abdomen, he twisted it, tearing her internal organs.
"Ah!"
A scream uncontrollably burst from her mouth as she quickly withdrew and leaped into the shadows, landing agilely on the grass below.
Her left palm covered the pierced abdomen, the icy power flowing and spreading, sealing the wound to prevent excessive blood loss.
Moraka gasped for air, not daring to stay any longer, and hurriedly ran along the street.
From the upstairs window, Hastur watched the direction of her frantic escape but did not jump out directly.
With his physique, if he were to jump out of the window, those two stained glass windows would likely shatter again, and that was money.
Moreover, with just the speed of his body, he could not possibly catch up with this extraordinary witch from the witch sect, especially since she was known for her agility.
After confirming the direction the witch had escaped, Hastur closed the window, returned to bed, his spirit left his body, and he chased after her with the war sigil.
In the dark and gloomy alleys, Moraka ran like a dog that had lost its home, her body blending into the shadows, moving swiftly.
The howling wind blew past her ears, and she finally regained a bit of calm.
She couldn't understand why her carefully prepared strike didn't kill the opponent but was instead stabbed by the opponent first.
That person shouldn't have been able to see her position.
This was the invisibility ability possessed only by a Level 7 witch, how could it suddenly fail?
She couldn't figure it out.
After darting a great distance, Moraka looked back and saw no one chasing her, then she breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.
She looked down at her abdomen, where the ice had gradually melted, and blood mixed with icy water flowed out, staining her favorite black lace long dress.
This was her favorite dress, chosen for tonight's special occasion, but now it was stained with blood.
She glanced at it, touched the flowing blood, then smeared a circle and tasted it in her mouth.
It was a bit sweet, but mostly it had a fishy smell.
She didn't like it; she only liked sweet blood.
After calming down a bit, she used ice to freeze the wound again, planning to bandage it when she got home.
Hmm, not going back to her own home, but to her dear sister's house.
Let her see the painful price she had paid for her.
She should feel heartache for her plight, or just mockery?
"An interesting question."
Moraka changed direction, staggering forward.
After a few steps, a great panic and despair surged in her heart.
She instinctively rolled on the dirty ground, catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye as a giant sword slashed down at her previous position!
If she hadn't dodged in time, that golden sword would have split her most proud body in two.
Was it that Hastur Campbell who had come chasing after her?
Moraka hadn't found Hastur's figure when the golden sword turned direction and slashed down at her!
She had nowhere to escape, closed her eyes, and prepared to meet her fate.
"Heh, interesting."
A familiar voice sounded in her ear, and Moraka opened her eyes to find that the golden sword had disappeared, and she was being held in someone's arms.
Without looking up, she knew who had come to save her.
In Beckland, only her mother could appear in time and have the ability to save her at a critical moment.
Moraka felt her chin being firmly pinched and lifted, facing a face somewhat similar to hers, almost identical to her sister's.
"You really are useless!"
The disdainful tone, emotionless eyes.
Anger surged in Moraka's heart, she coldly said: "Heh, I didn't beg you to save me."
Slap!
As soon as the words fell, she was slapped hard to the ground, her cherished red long dress now dirtied by the mud and sewage on the ground.
"If you weren't my daughter, you would have died many times over! Would I still let you be presumptuous in front of me?"
Moraka just wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then got up from the ground without saying a word, and walked forward on her own.
"Childish confrontation."
The voice from behind did not make Moraka stop, she continued to stagger forward.
"Who did you offend tonight?"
"Do you care about this question?"
"Being able to avoid my incarnate's tracking, this is not an ordinary extraordinary person."
Moraka was silent for a while before slowly saying: "A noble, Baron Hastur Campbell."
...
In the room, Hastur's spirit chose to return from the Hall of Stars, merging back into his own body.
"Phew, that was thrilling!"
Hastur sat up straight, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
Just now, as he was about to finish off the witch tonight with one sword, his spirit suddenly went into a frenzy of warnings, and he didn't hesitate to leave the spot.
But someone walked out of his body, chasing him relentlessly.
To avoid that phantom figure, he directly cut off contact, letting his spirit return to the Hall of Stars, then from the Hall of Stars back to his own body.
Hastur couldn't help but feel fortunate, it was a pity that he couldn't kill the witch tonight, especially since she had delivered herself to his door.
"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, if I had killed her at home, it would definitely have attracted the investigation of that powerful existence, and I would have been in danger."
Now the situation wasn't good, but it wasn't too bad either.
Just during this time, he needed Will Auceptin's help to cover him.
After thinking for a while, Hastur went to the study, took down the entire string of wind chimes, and brought them back to the bedroom, hanging them in front of the bedroom window.
Previously, he didn't want Will Auceptin to always secretly watch him sleep, but now he couldn't care about that.
He also took down a paper crane and placed it in the palm of his hand, glancing at the time, just past four in the morning.
(End of Chapter)
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