Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1233: Third-rate Ending
When Angel opened his eyes, he found that it was already daybreak.

She raised her left hand. The holy emblem that opened the black tomb and had the goddess's power sucked away by the "Underworld Man" and added with more black and white mist was still there. Consistent with the changes that occurred in the dream, the dried heart that most likely belonged to Renette was also lying in her pocket.

"Changes in dreams do reflect in reality..."

She sat up from the bed and looked out the window, and found that the first ray of sunlight had awakened the sleepy town.

Just as Angel guessed, the "Dream Festival" stopped on its own at the end of the night, kicking everyone out of the dream world. Whether they woke up immediately or continued to sleep for a while depended on their mental state.

In the second half of the night, she summoned the already obedient "Brass Book of Trunsoest" from the mirror world, and used the power of the law to erect a black stone pillar shaped like an obelisk next to the black tomb. The rules that emerged on its surface will apply to the entire dream until it is destroyed or a higher level of laws replaces those it declares.

Angel did not use harsh laws to prevent the "Dream Festival" from proceeding normally, and he also let go of most of the "interactions" that were consensual and all minor crimes. He only banned injuries that could easily lead to death or would have a greater impact on the body after returning to reality.

Of course, this set of laws does not prohibit the stone pillars themselves from being destroyed. This is also the goodwill that Angel showed to the "Underworld Man" and the "God of Evil" Fabuti: if they want, they can destroy the stone pillars at any time to restore the "Dream Festival" to its previous state.

But Angel believes that after reducing the number of deaths caused by the Dream Festival, this sealing ritual will be more difficult for the outside world to detect, which will be beneficial for the "Demon King" to hide his clone, and the latter should not destroy this balance.

If someone kills himself in the process of "releasing pressure", it would be force majeure... Angel laughed secretly, and seeing that the sky was gradually getting brighter and the town outside the window was slowly regaining its vitality, he simply came to the edge of the town through the mirror world and stepped into the residence of the three-person lurking team of the "Spirit Cult".

The "psychic" Pena had just climbed out of bed wearing the nightgown that Angel saw in his dream. She kept rubbing her forehead and nose. When she found a figure outlined next to the half-length mirror in the room, her face suddenly turned pale and she let out a slightly sharp cry.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and the broad-shouldered "Weapon Master" Zaka and Angel, who had only met once and the "Nightmare" Lucas who disappeared in the "Dream Festival", rushed in one after another.

Only after they saw who was coming did the three of them breathe a sigh of relief and greet him respectfully.

"What's wrong with your face?" Angel asked with a frown, but he had some guesses in his heart.

Pena shook her head and said:
"I don't know. I woke up with a swollen and painful feeling, as if Xhaka stepped on me."

The Feysac hybrid whose name he mentioned also covered the back of his head and muttered, "I also felt like someone hit me on the back of my head, more than once."

One fell on his face, and the other was hit by me twice... Angel thought secretly, looked at "Nightmare" Lucas, and said:

"What about you? Do you feel something is wrong?"

The thin man with typical southern continental ancestry immediately replied:

"I feel a little spiritually scattered, like after overusing my abilities in a previous mission... Strange, I went to bed early yesterday to prepare for the 'Dream Festival'."

It seems that he was invading other people's dreams in the Dream Festival, but at least this did not cause real death... After confirming the status of the three people, Angel said in a calm tone:
"You don't have to deal with that dream. Your mission is over."

ended?
The three looked at her in astonishment. Peña was the first to react:
"The 'Dream Festival' started late last night, but we all forgot about it after it ended?"

Thinking of the peculiarity of the dream that covered the entire town, as well as the strange phenomena that occurred in their own bodies, the other two people also suddenly realized.

"Yes, the incident has been resolved, and the remaining ones will not pose a threat to the surrounding area," Angel nodded. "Contact your superiors and ask the queen to find me at Paros Port, and then leave here as soon as possible."

The three "royal" members looked at each other and saw a hint of joy in each other's eyes.

Being able to complete the organization's mission and retreat without any losses is the best outcome for them.

As for what happened inside the "Dream Festival" and why the foreign aid that the queen personally asked to be received refused to disclose it, they were not curious at all and did not want to explore it.

As extraordinary beings with rich experience, they knew that just understanding a lot of information could lead to contamination and tragic death.

After arranging everything, Angel left the town again and came to the open space in the primitive jungle.

On the way, she noticed that the door of the prayer hall of St. Sean's Church had been opened to welcome the first ray of sunshine. The priest who had a sinister expression and was eager to climb to a high position in her dream was now smiling and greeting the believers under the eternal sun. There was no sign of the dark emotions in his heart.

The drunks on the street were awakened by kind-hearted passers-by and walked away slowly, holding their heads or stomachs. The hunting teams carried their hunting rifles and walked towards the jungle with laughter. The workers and slaves on the plantation began a new day's work with calm expressions. The ladies stood by the windows in conservative dresses with elegant expressions.

After releasing a year's worth of negative emotions in the "Dream Festival", they will remain peaceful and even docile in the following year... Maybe there is some truth in Fabuti's sophistry... This thought suddenly popped up in Angel's mind.

Of course, the few people who unfortunately died in the Dream Festival will gradually move towards real death in the next three months. This may be the price of "peace". Shaking her head to get rid of these chaotic thoughts, Angel walked into the depths of the jungle and confirmed with her naked eyes again that the black tomb in the dream was not in reality. The place with twisted tree roots and humus everywhere was as empty as the last time she explored it.

But Angel could sense that the place where the black boulder should stand in the center was emitting a faint aura that echoed the secret holy symbol on her wrist.

"Sure enough, there are some special features... Pollution of the tributaries of the 'River of Everlasting Darkness'? Just like the Samaritan Woman's Fountain..."

She muttered, walked forward, and used a small earthquake confined to her feet to turn over the soil underneath. She was disappointed to find that not only was the black boulder no longer underground, but even the soil was only slightly stained with black and became moist, and did not have the power of the source.

At most, it was the pollution caused by the breath leaked in the dream, which was not even as good as the spring water outside the Woman's Spring... She sighed lightly and turned the soil back to its original place to prevent ordinary people passing by from accidentally touching them and losing their memories or falling into a long sleep.

Angel had long anticipated that the tributary of the "River of Eternal Darkness" would not actually appear in reality, otherwise the southern continent had been ruled by the "God of Death" for thousands of years, and had spent another thousand years in the melee between the "Bound God" and other forces. The "Dream Festival" hidden there would have been discovered long ago.

"Next, I will return this heart to Renette and ask the Pale Queen for the Sequence 1 characteristic. The Dream Festival has nothing to do with me for the time being... Well, those primitive tribal gravekeepers who died beside the ancient tomb should have returned to reality now. They will gradually wither within three months. Will this cause new problems..."

As soon as Angel thought of the black-robed men who were killed by Fabuti, he was inspired and looked up at the sky.

The clouds that were dyed orange by the morning sun were cut apart by flames like a sharp blade. A meteorite with a tail of flame and a large amount of black smoke fell from the sky, passed over the town of Tizamo, and smashed into the depths of the primeval jungle.

Angel frowned, and subconsciously wanted to take over the "disaster" happening in front of her, just like when she listened to the prayers of believers and solved their problems. But she soon realized something, her eyes flickered, and she determined the location of the meteorite's landing.

Outside Tizamo, near the primitive tribe that attacks the town every year, more than a dozen tribal members with totems painted with oil paint and wearing bone jewelry gathered together, discussing something.

Was it the "gravekeeper" in the dream? Was it such a coincidence that the meteorite hit them, bringing their destined death forward?

Knowing that they couldn't escape death even if they stopped the meteorite, Angel just watched the meteorite fall into the depths of the jungle quietly.

As the violent explosion sounded, air waves, smoke and small earthquakes affected the entire town of Tizamo, causing the buildings with hollow lower floors and unstable foundations to shake continuously and their glass to shatter.

Amid the dust that covered the sky, Angel also figured out the origin of the meteorite.

This is not the ability of the "Disaster" witch, nor is it a third-rate script like "0-08", but the impact of the "Dream Festival" on reality maintained by the power of the "River of Eternal Darkness".

Just like those who died in their dreams and would face their destined death when they returned to reality, those gravekeepers also left this world in a reasonable way.

The Queen of Disaster and Fear, the Goddess of Doom... The "Darkness" Path has a certain authority over disasters and misfortunes, which is attributed to the source substance "River of Everlasting Darkness", representing the power to end everything... This has a certain overlap with the "City of Disaster", no wonder the two sets of non-adjacent paths can jump to each other...

But why are these two essences contained by "Tianzun" and "God" respectively? Shouldn't they be attracted to each other?

Thinking of that "God", Angel's mood immediately became depressed. She took a last look at the town that was awakened by the falling meteorite and became noisy, then stepped into the mirror world and left.

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When she was awakened by the loud explosion and the sound of breaking glass, Amandine found that her chest was cold, as if she was in the winter instead of the summer in the southern continent.

Confused, she lifted the velvet quilt and found herself hugging a palm-sized crystal ice cube tightly in her dream. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting her face, which was half confused and half nervous.

For some reason, Amandine felt that this ice mirror was very important to her.

Carefully placing it on the table, she discovered that the ice mirror showed no signs of melting, as if it only felt like ice to the touch, but was actually an exquisite glass product.

Just as she was about to study it carefully, the door suddenly opened and Madame Simone, wearing a silk nightgown and with her hair neatly tied behind her head, rushed in with a look of concern on her face. Seeing that her daughter was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Amandine and held her tightly in her arms.

Sir Pettit, armed with a double-barreled shotgun, followed into the room and calmly asked his family to follow him into the bunker of the manor for shelter.

Seeing her parents, Amandine frowned slightly.

Although her dignified mother held her in her arms as usual and her father, who had the Medal of the Legion of Honor, gave her enough sense of security, she always felt that she had forgotten something.

Just like the ice cube that suddenly appeared next to me, something must have happened last night... Amandine secretly glanced at the ice mirror on the table, and suddenly found that the mirror surface became dark, and there seemed to be fog surging inside.

(End of this chapter)