The warden who guards the witches

"It has become a place of trouble, isn't it all because of you?" Aiden stared at Melissa and said.

He came into contact with the Witch Gathering because he was looking for Precia of the Blood Moon Cult. The Plenty Mother Cult came partly because of the Witch Gathering and partly because they were looking for the "fortune teller" Melissa. The Old Blood Moon Cult came to investigate the destroyed Plenty Mother Cult. At the same time, Melissa secretly negotiated with the ancestor of the blood clan, and she was probably behind the scenes.

These forces related to authority have emerged one after another in the autonomous state. The source is still the Blood Moon Cult that believes in Melifilia, and Melissa, who is Melifilia's clone.

"A whale will stir up some waves no matter which pool it is thrown into. How can a place ruled by a ruler always be calm?" Melissa replied calmly.

"If you are just selling jewelry here, how can there be so many things?" Aiden asked in return, "I can understand this sentence as...you will die if you don't do something?"

"To be honest, I have done so little, and most of the things are done by other mortals who pursue power, right?" Melissa looked innocent.

"I seem to have heard this from the dungeon guard...but most of the things are also fanned by you behind the scenes, right?" Aiden said.

"Are you blaming me?"

"I never blame those prisoners with completely distorted values, because it is meaningless." Aiden replied, "I am just complaining a few words, you don't even want to do this, do you?"

"When you complain, you should drink." Melissa pushed another glass of wine over, "You don't even want to do this, do you? Hmm? I seem to have read the 'purpose' that flashed through your mind just now? But it seems that I am still hesitating and reading it not very clearly... I guess, are you considering getting me drunk?"

"If this goes on, I feel that I don't need to speak anymore." Aiden commented helplessly.

As Aiden expected, the Wordless Code did limit Melissa's ability to read every one of his thoughts, but when a certain "purpose" emerged in his mind, Melissa could still read it. The stronger the purpose, the clearer Melissa could read it.

"In fact, we really don't need to open our mouths to speak. The power of the Spiritual Throne allows people to read each other's words, which is the so-called... telepathy." Melissa "said".

This time she didn't open her mouth to "speak", but let the sound sound directly in Aiden's mind.

"Isn't this 'telepathy'?" Aiden thought to himself, he knew Melissa could hear it.

This effect can be achieved by high-level spiritual black magic. Although it is difficult, it is not rare. Experts of spiritual magic like Precia can basically do it easily.

"And I advise you not to have such stupid ideas. The power of 'wisdom' can isolate the spirit from the influence of physical conditions." Melissa showed a somewhat evil smile on her face. "If you compete with me in drinking, you will be the only one who falls down in the end. I can't guarantee what will happen the next day."

"You are laughing now like a hooligan who saw a lone girl." Aiden replied calmly, "Don't worry, it's just a casual thought. I'm not stupid enough to think that a bottle of wine can really knock down a god..."

"But you are already thinking about rebelling against a god. If you compare the strengths, this idea is very stupid." Melissa suddenly said.

"I think it's a normal person's idea not to be controlled by a capricious god like you." Aiden replied calmly.

Faced with this sudden revelation of ideas, Aiden was not very surprised. After all, Melissa realized his vigilance and hostility from the beginning.

After learning about the arrangement of the "Goddess of Conspiracy", what kind of ideas would Aiden Garrod have? This kind of thing does not require mind reading at all, just a simple inference is enough.

All along, Aiden felt that he was being pulled by the invisible thread arranged by Melifilia, and it was getting tighter and tighter, but he didn't want to find a way to counter it, because Melifilia was already in his prison, and it was impossible for a person to knock down a person who was already lying on the ground, until he confirmed the true identity of the fortune teller Melissa through several events.

Melissa was the trump card that Melifilia used to arrange everything outside. To break free from Melifilia's situation, he only needed to deal with Melissa.

But it goes without saying that there is a desperate power gap between the ruler and the mortal. Melifilia would tell him her trump card at this time because she didn't care.

But Aiden felt that this might be an opportunity. The "Goddess of Conspiracy" was the ruler of two powers, so powerful that it was unimaginable, but because of this, she had no so-called sense of crisis at all, as can be seen from the fact that she put half of herself in prison and forced the game to become unknown.

Before the game was completed, his situation was still safe-at least now, it was not the time to confront this goddess.

"Well, maybe it's fun to watch a pet try to jump out of a cage. Just be careful... don't let it die in the cage." Melissa picked up the wine glass, "After all this talk, why don't you take a sip? You don't think I'll poison the wine, do you?"

"I have work to do this afternoon," Aiden said.

"One glass," Melissa replied.

Aiden thought for a moment, picked up the wine glass, and clinked glasses with Melissa.

"To the authority," Melissa said.

"To be honest, I don't want to toast anything right now," Aiden replied.

The two drank the wine in one gulp.

The cold wine slid from the tip of the tongue all the way into the throat. Melissa had chilled the wine to the right temperature in advance.

Aiden carefully felt the taste of this expensive liquid. It was soft, sweet but not greasy, refreshing and pleasant. The taste of flowers, fruits and aged oak barrels formed a perfect balance. Although he wanted to comment like this, Aiden was not a wine taster. He actually just thought it tasted good, but it would take several months' salary to buy this thing... so he decided to forget it.

"Next, what arrangements are you going to make?" Aiden put down the wine glass and asked.

"Still making arrangements, be patient. The man is almost there, but it's not the last step yet, you still have time."

"Is the progress almost there? Does it mean that he will soon find a way to kill me?" Aiden's heart sank.

Hearing this, it seems that Mr. Bloody Clothes will make a comeback soon.

"It's not difficult to kill you, the key is to complete the revenge." Melissa replied, "After all, it's a task left by 'us'."

"So what kind of insurance did you leave? How does he plan to kill me?" Aiden asked the question he was most concerned about.

At this time, the bell on the store door rang - a customer pushed the door and walked into the store.