A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

Immediately, a faint blush appeared on Zhou Ke'er's cheeks, and her shy, downcast look made her even more endearing.

"I...I'm fine."

Zhou Ke'er's lips moved slightly, and she answered softly, her soft and charming voice seeming to slowly climb up the boy's body, leaving a tingling sensation, "Um...maybe you can put me down now?"

"Oh! Of course! I'm so sorry, miss, it was all in a moment of panic... Oh, right! That monster!"

The boy's face also turned noticeably red. He subconsciously changed the subject, and in a somewhat exaggerated manner, he reached out and picked up the wooden stick on the ground, looking at the monster that was also lying motionless on the ground.

The monster was definitely dead beyond any doubt. Just as Zhou Ke'er secretly stabbed it in the eye socket with her Death Fang, all the evil energy within its body was silently absorbed by Zhou Ke'er through the wound in an instant. Without the support of the evil energy, this monster couldn't possibly still be alive.

The boy warily swung his stick hard at the side of the monster, flipping it over so that it was face up and sending it flying a considerable distance.

Sure enough, the monster didn't react at all.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, and said with a hint of uncertainty, "This monster... seems... dead?"

Upon hearing this, the group of civilians who had been huddled together, trembling with fear, cheered and exclaimed, "As expected of Izumi! I told you before that this kid would definitely amount to something!"

"Speaking of which, Izumi will soon be old enough to participate in the Knights' selection, right? In that case, it's only natural that Izumi becomes a knight!"

Hearing these words of praise, the boy called Izumi couldn't help but scratch the back of his head shyly, and for some reason, he subconsciously glanced at Zhou Ke'er.

Zhou Ke'er had been observing this guy all along. When she saw that he was indeed looking at her, she also showed a shy expression, lowered her head slightly, smiled lightly, and revealed a light pink tinge at the tips of her ears, making her look incredibly alluring.

Izumi immediately blushed, turned her head away, and dared not look in this direction again. As if trying to cover it up, she hurriedly ran to the group of civilians and began to talk to them with her back to Zhou Ke'er.

Zhou Ke'er's expression immediately returned to normal. She reached out and waved to Nosa and the others who were still on the steps, signaling them to come down quickly.

Nosa quickly leaned closer, whispering in Zhou Ke'er's ear, glancing at the adoring Izumi, "So, you're planning to use this guy..."

Zhou Ke'er held up a finger, making a shushing gesture, nodded slightly, and replied in an equally low voice, "In this situation, it doesn't matter what methods we use, even if we go to extremes."

Nosa nodded in agreement. Although he had great doubts about whether these civilians could be of any use, since Zhou Ke'er had said so, he would assume that Zhou Ke'er had already made her own arrangements and would not speculate further.

Lannister finally couldn't help but step forward, asking Zhou Ke'er with a worried expression, "Miss Memoride, are you alright? Just now..."

Zhou Ke'er shook her head, pointed to the monster on the ground, and whispered, "I killed it."

Everyone had an "I knew it" look on their faces (except for Elon, who was still struggling in his own world). Lannister seemed to want to ask something, but Isaac grabbed his sleeve and tugged at him, signaling him to stop talking for now.

Zhou Ke'er saw Isaac's subtle movements and instantly understood what he was implying.

Sure enough, Izumi's voice rang out from behind: "Um... my name is Izumi. You look like nobles, right? Do you know what's going on outside? Why were we suddenly evacuated here for refuge?"

Zhou Ke'er turned around, her face showing just the right amount of panic and vulnerability, her eyes seemingly filled with a misty haze, and replied, "It's said that something happened in the church. We don't know the specifics, but many people have been affected. If it weren't for Father Elon escorting us all the way, and the good fortune of encountering the Knights... I really don't know what would have happened!"

Her words revealed a hint of lingering fear, and she pretended to wipe the corner of her eye, putting on a pitiful and endearing appearance.

Izumi naturally couldn't press the matter further, and instead quickly comforted Zhou Ke'er, "Miss... don't worry, the Knights will definitely be able to handle this."

"Yes, I also believe the Knights can do it. My name is Memoride, thank you for saving me!"

Zhou Ke'er forced a smile, revealing a look that was both delicate and strong, which made Izumi momentarily lose his composure.

After a moment of stunned silence, Izumi finally reacted, her face immediately turning red. She quickly waved her hands, saying, "No, no, I just did what I could, it's nothing at all! By the way, who are these people..."

Nosa narrowed his eyes slightly, sized up Izmi, and then smiled and said, "I am Nosa. I happen to be attending a banquet at the Timius manor today. These two are the sons of Duke Timius, Isaac and Lannister, and are Miss Memoride's cousins."

"I see, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Izmi instinctively reached out to shake hands, but then seemed to realize that nobles generally disdained physical contact with commoners, so he quickly withdrew his hand and bowed instead.

However, Zhou Ke'er quickly reached out and grabbed Izumi's hand, which was about to pull back. She smiled at the slightly surprised Izumi and said, "It's nice to meet you."

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663. ​​The show begins

"Oh... Oh ho..."

Izmi was surprised that Zhou Ke'er would actually reach out and shake his hand. He was so captivated by Zhou Ke'er's smiling face that he unconsciously exclaimed in surprise.

Ordinary nobles would never deign to shake hands with commoners; in fact, they considered commoners to be filthy and disgusting, even the mere sight of them would make them nauseous. Yet Zhou Ke'er, with a smile on her face, grasped his hand without hesitation...

A thought couldn't help but pop into Izumi's mind: Is this an angel?

Zhou Ke'er looked at the dazed Izumi, chuckled softly, then released his hand, sizing him up as if to say, with a slight frown, and asked with some concern, "What's wrong, Mr. Izumi? Were you hurt anywhere—why did you suddenly drift off? Did you bump your head somewhere?"

Upon hearing this, Izumi snapped out of her daze. Seeing Zhou Ke'er's concerned and puzzled expression, her face immediately turned bright red, like a frightened bird. She instinctively took a step back, frantically waving her hands in front of her, and stammered, "No...nothing's wrong! There's nothing wrong at all! I was just...just...thinking about something else for a moment!"

"Huh? Is that so... I don't quite understand, but that's good."

Zhou Ke'er pouted slightly, revealing a confused and bewildered expression. If it were just a typical innocent and cute type, making such an expression would be nothing more than a normal action move. It would look good, but it wouldn't feel any different from usual. However, if it were someone like Zhou Ke'er, who looked like a glamorous villainous supporting character, the contrast and impact of such an expression would be much more memorable and leave a deeper impression. However, she quickly returned to normal and nodded to Izumi with a smile.

Behind them, Lannister, quite puzzled, asked Isaac and Nossa with a slight complaint, "Why did you stop me just now?! I hadn't even finished speaking yet."

Isaac looked at his foolish little brother with pity, feeling that this guy might have reached a certain level of stupidity, actually being able to ask such a question.

When Zhou Ke'er heard the Lannisters' voices, she turned around and looked back, only to find that Father Elon had disappeared—had he suddenly had a brain fart and decided to run out to save someone?

Surely not...

Zhou Ke'er narrowed her eyes slightly, but suddenly heard a cry of alarm. She subconsciously looked over and saw that the crowd had started to make a fuss again, retreating in a chaotic manner. Where they had been standing, a commoner-looking person lay on the ground, convulsing, with wisps of black smoke rising from his body. His skin looked like a piece of melting wax, constantly wrinkling and rippling, making him look extremely disgusting and horrifying.

Elon, whom Zhou Ke'er hadn't been able to find at a glance, was standing in front of the civilian, staring blankly at the book in his hands, muttering things like, "No...it wasn't me, I just wanted to help you..." But none of the retreating civilians believed him; they screamed and cursed at him.

"It's...it's him! Poor Albert was perfectly fine just now, but he came over pretending to pray for us, and now this has happened!"

"A demon! This guy is a demon who sneaked in!"

"But...I remember seeing him not long ago, wasn't that Father Elon from the church? He shouldn't..."

"Don't be fooled! Think about it carefully. Look at this guy in front of you. He has a gloomy and sinister face. He looks like he's not quite right in the head. Apart from his face looking a bit like Father Elon, what other similarities do they have?"