The Righteous Player(s)

In the dim collection hall, Annan raised his head slightly.

Under the candlelight, the silver-white hair exposed in the white hood exudes a warm milky white halo.

Annan's face seemed to glow.

In his emerald-like emerald-green turquoise left eye, there was the trembling candlelight.

It was a brass lamppost dotted all over the room. Near the top of the lamppost, it looked like the palm of your hand was wide open, holding the base of the candle. This shape seems to make Annan think of the dog food mobs in a certain game...

Those candles are very thick. Each one is thicker than Annan's arm, without any carvings or patterns on the surface, just pure, quietly burning white candles.

Some of the scenes before him reminded Annan of the many candles placed in that room in the nightmare of the pale princess.

"Please come and sit here."

Catwoman Vasika stretched out her hand to support Annan's shoulders, her tone was soft and elegant: "The tea is ready for you."

She gently pushed Annan and led him up the spiral staircase to the elevated platform on the side of the room.

The design here is very clever-sitting here, you can watch all the display cabinets surrounding the entire U-shaped hall. But when I looked at it from any position, I would subconsciously ignore this position... Even before Annan walked up the stairs, he didn't notice that there were tables and seats.

...I don't know who designed it. It's really a very clever design.

"This is a [skewed sight] ritual. It can deflect attention within a range of 180 degrees."

Catwoman Vasika noticed Annan's gaze, smiled slightly, and explained softly: "It's the ceremony you... personally arranged for us before."

...Oh, it's me.

That's all right.

Sitting on the seat, Vasika poured out a cup of tea for Annan herself.

It is Annan's favorite bubble tea.

So, I used to know her very well?

"Don't use green fire?"

Annan did not rush to ask other questions, but asked casually.

The lights here are not very bright.

Roughly similar to the brightness of a candlelight dinner.

Romance is indeed very romantic, but the curtains are thick and reminiscent of black Internet cafes... Annan's perception attributes are very strong, but if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will try my best to see what is inside.

If you use a green light, it will be much brighter than this if you match these glass cabinets.

"Although the possibility is very low, after all, Green Fire still has the risk of explosion. And there is almost no barrier, which can resist explosions from within. I can't specifically impose a fixed ceremony on every exhibit... After all, some exhibits are It's going to be auctioned."

Vasika replied lightly: "As long as there is a risk, it can't be used. For the Prophet Wizard, as long as there is a 1% possibility, it can be increased to 100%. That is the ability to manipulate the possibility...and The candle is different.

"But I heard that there seems to be an optimized version of the green fire technology on the Zedi Black Tower a few years ago, and it is still in the experimental stage. However, it will take five or six years before it is passed on... Let's talk about it then.

"and……"

"and?"

Annan asked.

Vasika smiled.

"Moreover, light and secret are relative.

"When seeking the power of secret as the core of the ritual, it is necessary to ensure that the'light' and'fire' in the arena are weak and stable enough. If they are too active, then this will become'revelation' and'show', and If they are too inert, then this will become'fear' and'darkness' again.

"The former will allow some exhibits to bypass my sealing ceremony and directly affect the hearts of distinguished guests, making them unreasonably religious, fanatical, and passionate... while the latter will make some indescribable dark things. It breeds wantonly, and even gets into the dreams of others."

It is a tedious and difficult technique to maintain the balance of elements between the plural ceremonial venues.

Catwoman said so.

Having said that...

Annan glanced at Vasika again.

She herself feels less "balanced". Rather, it is too unbalanced.

Different colored eyeshadows and nails, different styles of hairstyles, and the relative bare feet and boots...

If you look closely, the left and right sides of her jacket are also made of different materials. On the left side is fur as the base and cloth as decoration, while on the right side is the opposite; and the patterns on the two sides are also different.

Her right hand was as smooth as her left foot; while her left hand was covered with a long leather glove until it was close to the elbow. She even has earrings on only one ear, and the brooch is only on one side.

It's like a dress that emphasizes "asymmetry" deliberately.

Just by looking at it, you can strongly attract your eyes—and feel disgust.

It is Annan's unique ability to break free from this kind of preconceived and shallow disgust that judges people by appearance. Rather than the "normal situation" that most people will encounter.

"I guess……"

Catwoman stretched her tone and said leisurely: "Your Majesty, do you want to ask, what is the sense of imbalance in me?"

"That's what I asked the first time I came here?"

Annan asked back.

Patriarch Catwoman smiled and nodded.

Her hands are crossed, and her sharp nails are reminiscent of a piranha with an open mouth.

And her own chin rested gently on the center of her fingers.

Catwoman's vertical pupils, which gave people a strong sense of danger, narrowed slightly, and said with interest: "But you didn't trigger the ceremony twice in a row."

"ceremony?"

What ceremony?

Annan was about to ask.

But the next moment, his keen perception felt the sense of crisis first.

It was a sense of crisis like being pointed at with a knife and aimed at with a gun.

Was it ambush?

No, that's not right...

This sense of crisis comes from outside the door——

"No need to be nervous, Your Majesty."

Catwoman said leisurely: "It's just a little boy at night."

With her calm voice, three masked men suddenly broke in, looking around searching for something. But they did not see the two sitting on the high platform.

One of them gave Annan the strongest sense of danger... The last time Annan felt this kind of experience, it was when he saw "Jin" in the nightmare of the White Tower.

This should be a saboteur--

But they cannot act.

I saw Catwoman slowly drop the index and middle fingers of her right hand.

The three people suddenly shook their bodies and knelt on the ground.

They screamed, and then suddenly began to vomit.

Catwoman frowned slightly and let go of her crossed fingers.

The three people fainted immediately.

This strange scene made Annan a little confused.

Although this catwoman is indeed a golden-level transcendent...

But Annan just didn't see the curse bearer on her being activated. And the strength of the bronze rank, it seems that it is not enough to make at least one silver rank destruction wizard instantly stunned.

"This is the power of the ritualist~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Catwoman explained.

She chuckled, "Breaking into the home of the ceremonial master...the people behind them really dare to think.

"This poor wizard has probably been used too. It is probably thinking that after confirming that you are here, you can trigger some mechanism, or let someone next to you kill the destruction wizard, and blow you up."

The destructive wizard of the Silver Order is itself an extremely terrifying explosive.

The martyrdom effect of Jin's death at that time even destroyed a quarter of the Wizard Tower. Annan and the others could feel the violent vibration of the ground across a wizard tower.

If it suddenly exploded in such a narrow space, Annan might really have something to do.

But in front of this catwoman, this assassination that was likely to be successful was strangely prevented.

"...Is it an unbalanced force?"

Annan vaguely noticed something.

The feeling of those three people was like it was when there was severe motion sickness.

Catwoman nodded and smiled happily: "As expected of you. Even if she loses her memory, she is still so sharp...

"This is my [Unbalanced Beauty] ceremony.

Catwoman Vasika smiled slightly: "Under a'certain' condition, everyone who dislikes or admires me will have their'balance' controlled by me. With this hostility or love As the depth increases, the degree of control also increases.

"The three of them have pure killing intent on me. This is an imbalance. So I controlled the balance of their bodies and made them rotate more than 500 times in the horizontal and vertical directions at the same time. Then they cut off. The connection between their soul and flesh...makes it [completely out of balance]."

"...Why are you telling me this?"

"Does this still need to be asked?"

Catwoman smiled happily: "My ritual, but you did it for me."