The warden who guards the witches

"Are you so stubborn...are you trying to avenge Precia, or are you trying to provoke the Autonomous Prefecture's Heresy Bureau and force Abigail to integrate the Witches' Assembly?" Kikimora asked, looking into Vera's eyes.

"Whatever you think, Abigail could have made our situation better, but she didn't do that. Since she refused, I will fight for it myself!" Vera insisted, "You can help me too. "

"I don't like to do things that are not profitable, and killing Aiden Garrod would do me no good." Kikimora refused outright.

"I don't need you to kill people, you just need to help me explore the prison. This should be easy for you, right?" Vera tried to persuade the other party, "He is currently staying in that prison and won't come out. , the enchantments there are tricky and I want a map there.”

"Standing in the prison and not coming out? No wonder you are so crazy..." Kikimora laughed, "Okay, I'll go take a look. If there is a chance, I might be able to visit the prison on your behalf."

"Don't alert the enemy." Vera reminded.

"Don't worry about this, but..." Kikimora raised her finger and pointed at the iron bucket in the corner, "Are you sure you want to use that thing?"

"I should have used it a long time ago. If I had used it from the beginning, Aiden Garrod would have died long ago." Vera said through gritted teeth.

"But that's not your thing." Kikimora reminded.

"I made this..." Vera tried to retort.

"But the person who gave it life was Abigail." Kikimora interrupted her, "If something goes wrong, how will you explain it?"

"I will take responsibility for myself." Vera waved her hand impatiently.

"You are really desperate." Kikimora shook his head, "Yes, now not only the Inquisition Bureau, but also the mounted police all over the city are patrolling and tracking you... If you ask me, you should leave this city as soon as possible Better.”

"Shut up!" Vera replied coldly.

"To be honest, it is not a wise move to start a war with the 'Black Goat' and the autonomous prefecture at the same time. According to my investigation, the 'Black Goat' has also begun to operate in the autonomous prefecture. If the Heresy Tribunal here can be allowed to fight with them, it will be right. This is the best situation for us, but you are like this now..."

Kikimora wanted to say something more, but Vera interrupted her: "That's enough. The Black Goat is Abigail's own problem. I don't have to accommodate her considerations in everything!"

"It seems I can't persuade you anymore." Kikimora sighed and chose to give up.

"Don't forget what you just promised me!"

"Can I go and do it now?" Kikimora turned around helplessly and walked towards the entrance and exit of the basement. "Don't let me get caught by the Inquisition before I come back."

"I won't use those useless dolls anymore. They can't find me if I stay here. But you, don't be seen when you go out."

"Don't worry, no one can see me in this city." Chichimora smiled and stepped up the steps.

The entrance to the basement has a layer of locked cover, and it is still locked tightly. But Kikimora just passed through the cover and went out, like a disembodied ghost.

At this time, a strange sound came from the iron barrel, like a low roar, but the tone had the crisp texture of metal clashing.

Vera leaned over and picked up the cast iron crucible from the ground and threw it to the iron bucket.

The black shadow flashed past, like a toad spitting out its tongue to catch flying insects, it caught the crucible flying in the air, and then dragged it into the iron bucket, and the sound of chewing suddenly sounded.

…

It was late one night in the Rose Iron Prison, the underground prison, and Aiden was playing flying chess with Melifilia.

"You've been visiting me more and more frequently recently. I'm very pleased." Melifilia controlled the dice with her mind and rolled a six.

"Have you rolled the dice without covering up now..." Aiden watched as the opponent took all the chess pieces out of the flying area.

"I actually used to try to manipulate points, but I wasn't as serious as now. If you don't do the things you can do while having fun, you won't be able to enjoy yourself to the fullest." Melifilia thought for a while, " If you insist on randomness on both sides, you can roll the dice for me."

Aiden thought for a moment and shook his head: "Forget it, in that case, wouldn't it be the same as playing chess with yourself?"

Melifilia's ability to control the number of points thrown depends on her own ability and does not violate any rules. He lost to Melifilia just because he was not good at it. He let the other party play for him, and the game itself lost its meaning.

"Then what do you want to ask today?" Melifilia started to bring up the topic.

"I want to know, is there any way to make the words of God take effect without causing mental pollution to the people who hear them?" Aiden simply went straight to the topic.

These days, he was huddled in prison, and from time to time he would study the effect of the "return" divine words. In the process, he realized one thing, that is, there are actually some consequences when the divine words are used in the presence of others. risky.

When ordinary people hear the words of God, they will have quite acute mental pollution. This kind of mental pollution will seriously interfere with people's rationality. If the necessary intervention is not carried out in time on the mental state, or the expressions are used to adapt to the words of God, the consequences will be It can get pretty serious - either suicide or, like "Crazy Hero," completely losing your mind.

When he used the Word of God on Precia, there happened to be an investigator from the Inquisition present. Fortunately, due to Precia's strategy, he fired a "Devil's Roar" at the girl and made her lose consciousness.

This kind of luck doesn't happen every time.

But Melifilia laughed when she heard his question: "Are you actually worried about this kind of thing? Don't worry, normally, using the mantra will not cause mental oppression on mortals. The reason you are still like this when using the Word of God now is just because you are not fully adapted to the Word of God and can't distinguish between 'teaching' and 'using'."

"Teaching?" Aiden was stunned for a moment.

"The Word of God will only forcefully enter the consciousness of mortals when it is 'taught' and suppress their minds. The Word of God is different from human language. It cannot be directly recorded in words and can only be spread through 'teaching' and 'inheritance'." Melifilia explained to him.

"It can't be recorded in words? That doesn't make sense, does it?" Aiden questioned. "Although normal people can't make that kind of sound, the ears can recognize it. Isn't it enough to just use specific symbols to match each pronunciation?" "The sound recorded in that way is meaningless, just noise. Have you forgotten what I told you before? Proverbs, like divinity, need a carrier." Melifilia sighed, as if she felt sorry for the dull student, "It's time to teach you another lesson."