OBS Chapter 3613 Charming
Chapter 3613 Charming
Chapter 3613 Charming
Outsiders had read about many such cases of extramarital affairs in Detective Sparrow's detective logs, and he nodded without offering any comment:
How did this matter become related to you?
"The woman hired a local private investigator to investigate her husband's infidelity. The investigator was actually my informant. He discovered something unusual during his investigation and reported the clues to me. Then the investigator disappeared."
When I found him following the clues, he was already in a deep coma, a state of mental exhaustion, and he was on the verge of death. So today we secretly contacted the woman of the house to inquire about the situation. We were originally supposed to meet at the café under the clock tower, but she said there might be letters from that woman in the house, so she brought us back here.”
Mr. Mortis was also not wearing a mask; he pointed upstairs:
"I just happened to catch a couple having an affair."
"Now then."
"That woman displayed extraordinary seductive abilities. If we hadn't been dealing with that thing's followers all along, we might have really run into big trouble this time. It's just that the lady was bewitched and stayed upstairs, and the master of the house should be there too."
Hivi, who was following behind Shad, spoke up:
“If she only had the ability to charm, you should have been able to take care of her before we arrived.”
Even if one obtains a "miracle," it is difficult for an ordinary person to fight against a group of ring sorcerers. There are as many as five clowns on the first floor of the room alone.
Mr. Mortis then pointed out the most difficult aspect of the matter:
"It's not just that kind of completely irrational allure; our initial investigation was correct—she also possesses the power of that thing."
Only then did Xia De speak:
"Do desire and miracles both exist?"
"Yes, our senses about that thing are accurate, and the characteristics she is currently exhibiting match what the church is investigating. That's why we're writing to you to prevent any unforeseen circumstances. She hasn't escaped and is still upstairs; there are no signs of life withering here for the time being."
"Then I'll go up and take a look."
He didn't mention making any preparations, a confidence stemming from his own blessings and strong mental resilience. The clowns weren't surprised at all; a "caller of the gods" should naturally have such confidence.
"me and you togather."
Sevier said, and Mr. Mortis led the way:
"Please come with me. Don't look into her eyes unless absolutely necessary."
The three of them went up the stairs to the second floor, which was laid out with rooms arranged on both sides of the corridor. Mr. Mortis led them to the bedroom door. After pushing the door open, they saw the male head of the household and the female head of the household, who had hired a private investigator, lying on the bed, while the third person was looking at the brilliant sunset outside the window.
She was a woman wearing a black gauze dress. When the three of them entered, she turned around, her right arm held horizontally in front of her, supporting her raised left arm. She held a wine glass in her left hand, while the wine bottle was placed on the windowsill.
She had long, flowing black hair and beautiful black eyes, and looked no more than 22 years old. Turning around, the woman smiled gently at the three people who entered the room; in that fleeting moment in the setting sun, her beauty was simply a perfect composition.
"am I pretty?"
Upon hearing this question, Mr. Mortis quickly closed his eyes. Sylvie, who had initially thought she could handle it, also momentarily lost her composure; the woman by the window looked like a goddess at that moment.
However, she broke free from this mental charm almost instantly, because Xia De was right beside her, and she felt that Xia De's appearance and temperament were more in line with her aesthetic.
The outsider was completely unaffected; compared to the mermaid, the woman's "extraordinary charm" meant nothing to him.
But he had to admit that this "extraordinary charm" was really powerful. He didn't sense any specific power characteristics like the "clowns," but he could feel the kind of attraction on the other person that seemed to have "like me" engraved into their temperament, like a banned drug.
This isn't simply the power of "desire"; its allure isn't coercive, but rather actively evokes the desires within people. Therefore, the woman before you is most likely the third case mentioned by Mr. Snake.
Judging by appearance alone, her charm had reached the level of a great witch, meaning she was almost inhumanly beautiful. Coupled with her extraordinary allure and a special power that seemed to be destiny beyond her appearance, it was understandable that the "ugly ducklings" almost couldn't resist.
She possesses a unique ability to absorb spiritual energy, a fact that Xia De understood the moment he saw her. Anyone captivated by her, or even with the slightest attraction to her, would have their spiritual energy absorbed, which would then become part of her "charm."
The church has identified only two deceased individuals whose spiritual energy was completely drained, but she has absorbed spiritual energy from far more than two people during this period. Fortunately, movies and television do not exist in this era; otherwise, if she were noticed by thousands of people simultaneously, her immense spiritual energy would have been enough to allow this woman, who lacks even the rank of a Ring Sorcerer, to distort reality with her mere thoughts.
She can do this now, and the evidence is in Shad's answer:
"Not beautiful, not pretty at all. I rarely say such harsh words, but you are not pretty at all."
So, in that instant, the colors of the sunset behind the woman changed from radiant, which accentuated her elegance, to somewhat sinister.
Her expression remained unchanged; she simply switched the wine glass from her left hand to her right.
The smile, which had originally been provocative, transformed into a dignified and composed smile; this is how princesses typically face reporters' cameras when making public appearances:
Are you sure? I'm really not pretty?
The ring on her finger emitted a faint pink glow, the color of "desire," a power that Shad, who had long carried small bottles of pink perfume, was quite familiar with.
He answered decisively again:
"Yes, it's not pretty at all. To be honest, your fake smile disgusts me."
As he spoke, he walked towards the woman. No matter how powerful her "charm," a combination of various forces, was, one punch from him would still leave her beautiful face a bloody mess. And the thought of being able to ravage such a beautiful face...
Xia De stopped abruptly, while the smiling woman seemed to see right through him:
"Oh, so you like rough things."
With a crack, the glass shattered against the wall, leaving red wine stains that looked like bloodstains.
Holding a shard of glass, she smiled at Shad as she began to slash at him, starting below his right eye, moving across his fair nose, and finally stopping on the left side of his left cheek. Bright red blood flowed from the broken, tender skin, and for some reason, Shad thought of juicy grapes.
As if she felt no pain, she smiled and asked, while bleeding, as she held the piece of glass stained red:
"Then I'll ask you one more time: am I beautiful in your eyes now?"
Under the somewhat eerie orange-red sunset, this scene, reminiscent of an illustration from a horror story, made Shad's lips twitch slightly:
"No, I still stand by my original answer."
But the woman by the window was smiling quite happily:
"The moment you saw me, you felt I was dirty and evil because you knew what I had done. So even though you admired my appearance, you still genuinely loathed me. Therefore, your initial answer that I wasn't beautiful was truly from the heart, and I can understand that."
But precisely because you know that a woman with my appearance is evil, you harbor a desire to destroy this delicate, evil flower. You loathe me, you hate my soul, yet you acknowledge my striking beauty, and therefore you like me the way I am now.
She then used the glass to make a second cut from the upper left to the lower right, creating a crisscrossing slit on her face:
"How about it? Doesn't it look even better now?"
Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, and even her breathing was slightly unsteady. Her eyes widened as she stared at Shad, then she presented him with the shard of blood-stained glass:
"Would you like to give it a try? To completely destroy this beautiful evil?"
Then the light shining from behind Shad evaporated the shard of glass, and then the light from outside the window formed a cage, the solidified light freezing everything about the woman in place.
Sylvie had heard Shad mention the saying "the light that runs is time" in Vistalin, and had also witnessed that the chosen ones of light were more resistant to the power of time than others. Therefore, she developed this secret technique that simulates "time stop" through almost still light.
"Don't talk to her, just get rid of her. She's an ordinary person, yet she's absorbed such a massive amount of spiritual energy. This spiritual energy is affecting her soul; she's already gone mad."
Sevier said, and Mr. Mortis, who was keeping his eyes closed and refusing to look, agreed:
"Yes, we'd better not talk to a madman, or we might get pulled into his thoughts."
"I see."
Shad then stepped forward, intending to take the ring from the other's hand. But at that moment, Sevier suddenly paused, and then said:
"Wait a minute, she seems to be..."
She released her grip on the woman, who collapsed to the ground, her breathing ceasing.
Although the wounds on her face were gruesome, they certainly wouldn't kill instantly. And while Sylvie had only recently learned the secret technique she had developed, it was definitely not a power that could cause someone to die instantly.
A vast amount of spiritual energy, even the soul, had vanished from the corpse, yet the body still possessed a chilling allure. This was definitely not a simple death; her consciousness had disappeared directly from this body, and she was gone.
"Is this a skill that ordinary people can master?"
After examining it, Mr. Mortis asked incredulously, and Shad shook his head, crushing the ring that was still emitting a pink glow:
"I don't know if this power came from the mermaid, or if she met Mr. Snake earlier than we thought. To be mentioned by that snake, this person is indeed no small fry."