Part 4 The Undead Chapter 42 Clues
She’s still alive? She escaped? She was even thinking of avenging Prince Edzak? The moment he saw Tris, Klein, who was standing behind the curtains of the master bedroom, could barely control his expression.
Although he had vaguely guessed something based on the previous conversation, he still felt that it was beyond his imagination when the facts were laid out in front of him.
Even without the use of dream divination, he could still recall part of Tris’s conversation with himself before the incident of the Great Haze of Bekrand, and at that time, she couldn’t wait to get rid of Prince Edzak’s control and the manipulation of her fate by the black hand behind the scenes, and only felt that her daily life was full of pain.
Such a magical girl who was originally a man would sell her soul to an evil god in order to help Prince Edesak take revenge? What kind of third-rate romance novel bridge is this! The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched as he “watched” the butler, Walter, toss a bag of food to Tris, and “heard” him bark a couple of words before turning to march beyond the hidden passageway.
Just then, in Klein’s own view, a figure tumbled out of Councilman Macht’s house, following the shadows of the street and quickly approaching the sewer entrance, none other than Hazel, who possesses the magical item of the “Stealer” pathway.
This will run into Walter’s …… This is not the entrance to the sewers, this is the front door of the bustling market! Klein looked down and almost raised his right hand to cover his face.
Coming to the side of the sewer entrance, Hazel vigilantly observed left and right for a few seconds before moving the manhole cover and climbing down, the whole process in one go, without any sense of lag.
Stepping onto the slightly slippery ground, she moved quickly and purposefully along the rusty iron pipes and the slowly flowing river of sewage.
Suddenly, a chill ran down her back and down her spine, and a hair stood on end.
Immediately afterward, Hazel felt as if she had fallen into a river with a frozen surface, only to feel a large amount of coldness rapidly taking over her body.
To her horror, she saw herself voluntarily stepping in the other direction, straight towards the wall with its iron pipes, and it had nothing to do with her will!
Fear filled Hazel’s mind so quickly that she finally shook off the rigidity of her thoughts and poured all the psychic energy she could muster into the necklace around her neck.
The necklace held seven emerald-green, translucent stones strung at equal distances from each other, surrounded by a ring of tiny diamonds that still glowed with a subtle luminescence in the absolute darkness.
Suddenly, one of the stones lit up, its emerald green glow reflecting Hazel’s beautiful face in a somber and eerie way.
Her movement of leaning towards the wall paused for a moment, and her feet awkwardly took a step forward separately, and then retracted one after another.
This instant, Hazel felt a brief lull in the Yin coldness within her body.
Without hesitation, she used her spirituality to illuminate another translucent emerald green stone, and with her right hand raised and aimed at herself, she twisted her wrist violently.
At the same time, more mysterious symbols and patterns appeared in her mind, and her spirituality and vocal chords were altered in a somewhat temporary manner.
She had stolen the extraordinary ability of “Grievous Spirit Shriek”!
Hazel was about to open her mouth and let out her voice recklessly, when she felt her hands lose control once again and cover her mouth hard, hard and fast.
Her shrill whine became a whimper that existed only inside her mouth, and her feet took a few light steps to the wall, turned into a fork in the road, and then crouched down into the sheer darkness.
She struggled as hard as she could, but to no avail, even to the point of galvanizing the necklace around her neck again.
Hazel’s dark brown eyes widened tremendously with fear and resignation, and two crystalline tears began to slide slowly down the corners of her eyes.
And at this time, Walter groped his way out of the other fork in the road and returned to the entrance of the sewer, climbing nimbly upwards.
By the time he had quietly tumbled into the Dawn Dantes mansion at 160 Birklund Street, Hazel had suddenly regained control of her body, only to feel that the dreadful gloom had all but disappeared.
She first raised her hands in surprise and used her night vision to look around, then looked from side to side in horror, as if the darkness of the sewers hid unknown, uncountable monsters.
Hazel then touched the necklace in front of her with her right hand and carefully stood up, approaching the entrance.
She didn’t run wildly in panic, always wary of attacks from the depths of the darkness.
Finally, she made her way back to Birklund Street, and saw the light glowing from the iron black gas streetlight poles, illuminating the road where traces of rainwater remained.
Only then did Hazel quicken her pace and run toward her house, and halfway there she suddenly doubled back, nervous and panicked, and moved the manhole cover to a closed position.
Having done this, she followed the shadows of the street back into the garden of her house and, with the aid of the gas and water pipes, entered the balcony of her bedroom.
It was only at this point that she really had the ability to think extra hard, her eyes wide open, subconsciously looking from side to side as a distinct tremor gradually appeared in her body.
She raised her left arm and tried to wipe her face with her clothing, but paused on the way and instead pulled a handkerchief from her coat pocket.
……
Hazel still had basic coping skills, not a pure rookie …… Inside the sewer, Seniol, wearing a tricorn hat and a dark red jacket, revealed himself and muttered something to himself wordlessly.
Then, he was maneuvered by Klein, reappeared and entered the hidden fork in the road where Tris was.
”Spiteful spirit,” just as she had gotten close to there, Tris in her long black dress raised her head and sketched out a smile that was both soft and stubborn, saying:
”It seems that you do not have any malicious intent.
”That young lady is quite lucky.”
She had actually sensed what happened to Hazel and discovered the “Grieving Soul”!
Seignior’s figure instantly protruded and laughed:
”Maybe just killing her would be a bigger problem.”
Frankly speaking, he wanted to report Tris, because he knew exactly what evil deeds the other party had done, how she abetted the passengers and crew of the “Clover”, making them kill each other at sea, and how she caused an innocent life to die prematurely, but after finding out that Tris was investigating the mystery of the death of Prince Edzak. Klein has a new plan to drive the magical girl to do limited cooperation with her in this matter.
The mystery of Prince Edesak’s death was almost equal to the truth of the Great Haze Incident in Bekrand!
Investigating this matter must be very dangerous, getting others involved would make me feel guilty and afraid that they would be hurt or even die as a result, whereas by letting Tris do it, there is no such psychological burden, and the crimes she committed should have sent her to hell a long time ago! The only problem is that she might just be using the investigation into the mystery of Prince Edzak’s death to plot her own affairs, and one must be wary of this so as not to be exploited and cause a disaster …… Klein mused while allowing Seniol to advance two more steps.
Tris looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with ghostly eyes and said with a light smile:
”Since you have malicious intentions, let’s do it, Mr. Seniol.”
This instant, within the secret puppet’s senses, there were countless, invisible silk threads fluttering and flaring around Tris, while she herself sat in the center with a pale face and deep black dress, like a spider lying at the core of a silk web, but full of the seductive power of letting people pity her and letting people get closer.
”You know me?” The secret puppet stopped in time.
Tris responded with a somewhat dazed and confused expression:
”I once spent some unforgettable years at sea.”
At that time, you were still a man …… Klein ventriloquized and turned to laugh:
”Why are you investigating Prince Edzak’s death? Didn’t he commit suicide?”
Tris snapped her head up, and a bit of anger actually surfaced on her face:
”There is a difference between suicide and suicidal; some people do it voluntarily, others are forced.”
No way, she looks like she really cares about the death of Prince Edzak …… Miss, have you forgotten that you were once a man? Forgot about the pain you were talking about before? Is it the so-called Stockholm Syndrome, being forced for so long that a small show of kindness from the other side is met with multiplied gratitude and attachment? Well, I’m not a “viewer” and can’t tell if her behavior like this is a disguise …… Klein made Seignior laugh and said:
”So, you think Prince Edzak was driven to suicide?
”You searched for William Sykes to investigate this matter?”
The anger on Tris’s face disappeared, and she sketched out a smile with a hint of ruefulness:
”Right.
”He’s the one who forced Edzak to commit suicide, with bullets that can obliterate spirituality, but he did what he was told to do, and hey, he gave it all up to get his last hurrah, lol, and I still didn’t let him actually touch me, and I showed him pictures of me from before, and he died in agony and despair… …”
Can’t imagine what happened to William …… Tris’s mind is still as twisted as before …… A witch in the “pleasure” stage is really charming. A single expression or gesture can attract people. …… However, it can be seen that Tris has restrained herself from using this, and only uses it when necessary. …… Has she been promoted? Or because of a love affair? Krynn ventriloquized while Seignior asked:
”Who is it?”
Asking this, Klein didn’t expect to get an answer, but Tris laughed softly and spoke:
”Viscount Stepford.
”The head of the royal court’s guards.”