Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1229 Eye-catching

Is Pena also affected by negative emotions? Oh, right, she, Zaka, and Lucas have all lived in Tizamo for a year, and have developed negative personalities that are not much different from other townspeople. On this day, when they entered the dream, they were controlled by it... What about "Nightmare" Lucas? He won't run out to control other people, right? In the dream, he should be stronger than other Beyonders...

Several thoughts flashed through Angel's mind at the same time. When the "psychic" pounced in front of him, he reached out his hand and detonated a "sleeping" talisman taken out from the mirror space.

In the dream, this spell was naturally fake, but like her other abilities, it could produce real effects. With a slight explosion, Peña, who was only Sequence 7, was instantly surrounded by deep sleepiness and fell to the ground, face down, unable to move.

"After being controlled by extreme emotions, she became both a victim and a perpetrator... No, everyone in the town is a victim. The problem lies with the power that created the dream..."

Angel picked up Pena and put her on the bed beside him. He left the building while the "Weapon Master" Zaka lay on the floor.

She originally planned to gather three members of the "Spirit Cult" to explore the Dream Festival together and protect them, but after contacting them, she found that unlike herself who was protected by the authority of "dreams", these extraordinary people also fell into the same situation as the first exploration team last year. They were completely controlled by dreams and lost their ability to move.

They still have their memories and know Angel's identity, but they are simply unable to cooperate.

So I'm still the only one exploring... Angel sighed, and instead of trying to find the last missing member, he headed in the direction where the ghost in the cemetery flew. That was the direction of the original jungle, and while the Dream Festival only contained the surrounding plantations in other directions, the jungle direction contained a considerable area of ​​forest, which clearly indicated some anomaly.

She did not use the mirror world to move quickly, but walked on the streets, expecting the power hidden in the dark to find her instead of looking for it herself.

Avoiding the increasingly noisy main road, Angel came to the edge of the town. Just as he was about to cross a plantation blocking the road and enter the primitive jungle, he heard a scream coming from inside the manor to which the plantation belonged.

The voice was sharp, high-pitched, and a little cracked, obviously belonging to a minor.

Angel frowned and stopped.

She didn't take too much notice when she passed by the town. Firstly, most of the atrocities did not actually involve life-threatening situations. Although most people had negative emotions, they still had a certain resistance to killing residents they knew. The movement of hundreds of people in the town center square was even a party where both parties were willing. Secondly, she was worried that the "Dream Festival" would end at any time, and she would waste a whole year waiting for the next abnormal dream to appear.

But this does not mean that she can be indifferent to the life that is about to pass away.

Let's end this quickly... Angel made a "tsk" sound, and his figure flashed as he entered the manor which consisted of a four-story beige building and a huge garden.

The manor was filled with smoke, screams, grim laughs, and shouts. Gunshots were heard from the main house from time to time, and the bushes that were well-maintained and not much different from the gardens of Backlund's luxury villas were set on fire. In the flames, several men dressed as plantation slaves were pouring oil everywhere, trying to make the flames burn more vigorously.

"Haha, burn you Northern Continent dogs to death!"

One of them shouted fanatically, with undisguised hatred in his eyes.

If they leave it alone, the manor might really burn down, and who knows how many people would die, including themselves... Angel waved his hand, and the temperature around him dropped sharply. The flames in the garden were extinguished in an instant, and the low bushes were even covered with a thin layer of frost.

Several slaves who looked excited rolled their eyes and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

After clearing up this hidden danger, Angel pushed open the half-open door of the main house and entered the two-story hall.

The scene that was happening in the brightly lit room made her eyes widen in surprise.

On the thick wool carpet, a middle-aged woman with long black hair draped behind her and her skirt lifted to reveal her fair skin was hugging a burly slave from the South Continent.

There were also several slaves standing nearby, shirtless and eager.

At the top of the spiral staircase leading from the living room to the main house, several men dressed as servants were holding shotguns or pistols and aiming at the top of the stairs, pulling the trigger from time to time to fire bullets, or dodging the return fire from above. A servant was lying on the ground with a bullet in the shoulder, groaning constantly.

The two groups were clearly in the same room, but were strangely divided into two parts, and no one noticed Angel when he walked into the door.

In the corner of the hall, a black-haired girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, curled up her body, covered her ears with her hands, and watched everything with a dull look.

The spirit told Angel that the scream just now was made by this girl.

I thought there was a murder, but that woman seemed to be enjoying the "Dream Festival". The man upstairs who fought back with a gun was very accurate and had good tactical skills. He wouldn't be in any danger in the short term... Angel watched everything that happened in the hall in silence, and finally decided to stop this farce to avoid leaving a psychological shadow on the girl.

Although she will probably forget all this after she wakes up.

As the non-fatal disease that had put the slaves outside into a coma spread silently in the air, the middle-aged woman with an average appearance but a good figure seemed to have exhausted all her strength, slowly lying on the chest of the slave under her and falling asleep. Then came the slaves beside her and another group of people who were exchanging fire on the stairs. After a few seconds, the gunshots stopped, and the heavy breathing and low curses disappeared at the same time. The whole manor was as silent as death. Only the black-haired girl and Angel, who were shivering in the corner, were still awake in the hall.

Angel, who wanted to leave, looked at the girl's empty eyes, sighed, walked forward, squatted down and looked at the girl with a typical Northern Continent appearance, stroked her silky black hair, and said softly:
"Don't be afraid, it's safe here."

As Angel used a little "instigation" power, the girl's eyes slowly focused on her disguised round face, and her trembling body calmed down.

Only then did Angel notice that she was different from the other residents of Tizamo he had met before, and did not exude obvious malice or extremely negative emotions.

Could he be frightened out of his wits? She asked tentatively:
"Can you tell me your name, sister?"

"Ah, Amandine..." The girl answered hesitantly, her tone gradually becoming smoother, "Can you go upstairs to see dad? I'm worried that he's hurt."

"He's safe now," Angel comforted, confident in his ability to control the extent of his illness, "and he's a very good shooter, those people shouldn't have been able to hurt him."

"He was awarded the Legion of Honor, and everyone called him Sir Petit!"

After hearing Angel's words, Amandine finally smiled and said excitedly.

Angel was curious about the girl's appearance, which did not seem like she had entered the "Dream Festival". After further questioning, he learned that she had just returned to Tizamo Town from Paros Port two days ago, and had been studying at the grammar school in the port for most of the previous six months.

Because he had been in the Dream Festival for too short a time and had not absorbed too much negative emotion, so he did not show much malice? Angel guessed, and suddenly remembered that the young men he met in the town before said that Sir Petit was Amandine's father, so...

She glanced at the half-naked middle-aged woman who was sleeping soundly on the slave's chest and found that she did have an outstanding figure and didn't look like the mother of a teenage girl at all.

Still a little worse than me... Angel looked down at his chest and commented, then condensed a blue snowflake-shaped ice mirror at his fingertips, stuffed the almost non-cold, difficult-to-melt mirror to the girl, and said:

"Don't worry about the others, they are just asleep. Go to your room, lock the doors and windows, and hide. If there is anyone outside, don't open the door. If someone breaks in, hold this mirror and call my name.

"My name is Angelica."

After saying this, Angel did not linger in the manor any longer. His figure faded and disappeared in front of Amandine, causing the girl to scream in fear, almost thinking that what had just happened was just a dream.

After a moment, she hugged the ice mirror tightly in her arms, hesitantly walked around her disheveled mother and the slaves and servants who were usually docile and obedient but like crazy tonight, and ran to her bedroom.

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After leaving the manor, Angel finally entered the primitive jungle which was shrouded in light mist and seemed somewhat unreal.

The "Secret Holy Emblem" on her wrist became colder and colder, and the mist on the surface that kept switching between black and white became thicker and thicker. The red color inside that belonged to the aura of the "Blood Emperor" was suppressed to the deepest point and was almost impossible to see clearly.

This made Angel certain that she was getting closer to her real goal.

"I came here last time in an empty dream and cut down a few trees, but I didn't encounter any changes in the holy emblem..."

Angel thought about it, his eyes sweeping over the tree stump that he had cut down last time and which had not yet grown new branches.

Like the walls of the hotel, the traces of the last damage are still there, but they will be slowly repaired as the dream continues in preparation for next year's "Dream Festival".

This allowed her to confirm the continuity and destructibility of dreams.

If everything is irreversible, she can also summon real disasters in her dreams, burying the entire dream world with meteorites, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions to prevent the danger from spreading to reality.

Of course, that would mean that all residents of the entire town of Tizamo, including the three-member team of the "Spiritual Cult" and Amandine just now, would actually die within the next three months.

I hope it doesn’t come to that... She gathered her thoughts and walked deeper into the jungle.

(End of this chapter)