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Neve looked at Hadley, extended her staff, and magical fluctuations began to surge at the tip of the staff.

Hedley swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing his rapid breathing, and closed his eyes, preparing to face the terrifying illusions.

The next second, Neve's voice echoed throughout the auditing room, but it wasn't a curse; instead, it was a plea that seemed to carry a touch of magic:

"I'm sorry, Mr. He Dalei, please forgive me! I will never dare to do it again!"

If this were a comic book, a question mark would surely be popping up above Hedley's head right now, and a jet-black feathered beast would be flying overhead, emitting mocking cawing sounds.

Is this child apologizing?

But he wasn't angry with her, was he?

People had long heard of the power of mind-controlling demons; when they were angry, they might even devour brains. This was just a basic, harmless form of magic, meant to scare people. The one who made her demonstrate her power was Hedley himself; he couldn't withstand it, being frightened by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child. Where would he get the resentment to vent on her?

However, despite having no resentment in his heart, Hadley still felt a magical fluctuation dissipate.

Neve did indeed cast a spell.

It seems he was wrong. Her apology this time was probably because the illusion created by the spell might have frightened her again.

Hedley didn't open his eyes immediately, but took several deep breaths before finally opening them.

He began to look around.

The location was still the audit room. The person next to me, Ines, had three moles under her right eye; confirming it was her. The person being audited was, well, Neve, who didn't seem to have changed much.

He let out a long breath.

Fortunately, this time the changes didn't seem as obvious as he had seen last time.

However, we can't completely relax. While nothing inside the room has changed, things outside might be quite different.

He stood up, nodded to Ines beside him, and under her questioning gaze, solemnly began to speak:

"Ines, you stay here and watch over things. I'm going out for a bit."

Although this Ines might be a hallucination, the Ines in the hallucination can still be trusted. This is one of the rules he summarized from his previous three hallucinations.

Ines didn't say anything, but glanced at Neve with some confusion before nodding.

Neve's expression was also somewhat bewildered and uneasy.

Why did Inspector He Dalei leave? Why did he leave? Did my spell just now anger him?

But I clearly used the "magic of reconciliation"!

"The magic of reconciliation," as the name suggests, is that apology.

If she apologizes sincerely, the other person will definitely forgive her and they will make up. As for what to do if they don't make up...

The magic of reconciliation; if reconciliation doesn't happen, isn't there still magic?

This is a form of psychological suggestion.

She didn't actually like using it, but Inspector He Dalei insisted that she demonstrate her magic. She had no choice but to choose this spell, which was the least harmful and could also reconcile the two of them.

But He Dalei stood up, looked around, and left. His sudden departure without any hesitation really startled Nifu.

"Officer!"

She tried to stop the examiner, but Hedley simply turned his head, nodded at her, and said:

"I'll be right back. Your review should pass this time."

He hasn't felt any discomfort or noticed anything unusual yet. Either he's developed resistance, or Neve's spell this time is very weak. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to get through this.

But we all know that on Terra, barring any unforeseen circumstances, ( ).

Hedley pushed open the door to the review room, and the Sarkaz, who were waiting in line for their reviews, immediately turned their attention to him.

Most Sarkaz are illiterate and cannot even write their own names—and may not even have one. Their mercenaries often have their code names and nameplates chosen and made by learned people. Over time, "naming people" and "making nameplates" have become a way for Kazdel to make a living.

Traditional Chinese crafts such as "fortune telling and name selection" and "making longevity locks" have experienced a unique revival in a foreign land like Kazdel.

The reason there are so many Sarkaz queuing outside is certainly not because "there are many exceptions due to the large number of people." Most of them have learned it on the spot.

At the last minute, I crammed for the job, finding a literate Sarkaz person in the refugee camp to be my teacher, and then hastily learned some common Victorian or Sarkaz phrases, at least enough to learn my own name. Then I applied for the application and was put on file.

That would most likely not pass, since Hadley would ask them to write a self-introduction, explaining "who I am, where I come from, and why I came to Shelag".

Even if you just wrote something like, "I am a tin can, from Kazdel, coming to Sherag to beg for food," Hadley would pass and move on to the next step. But many people just keep repeating, "I am a tin can, I come from a tin can, from a tin can."

Of course, Hedley would also change the exam questions to avoid missing any.

As for these people's last-minute cramming, he didn't intend to interfere. After all, no matter what, they were actively learning to read and write, and as they learned, they would naturally learn more.

This time was no different; as soon as many Sarkaz saw Hedre come out, they immediately surrounded him and started shouting.

"I am grass!"

"I am Gou Dan!"

"I'm selling things!"

"I am Ditch!"

Hedley looked at them with some suspicion.

Nothing has changed.

Looking around, it was still Shelag. Some of these people looked familiar; they had come to register once or twice before.

Could it be that Neve failed to trigger his hallucinations of fear this time?

"I have nothing left to be afraid of"?

A sense of pride slowly rose within him. Just as Hedley was about to turn back and announce to Neve, "You passed!" and then take her to see Ernst, he saw a figure clad in a black robe watching him intently from outside the Sarkaz crowd that had surrounded him.

Although he was completely wrapped in a black robe, with only half of his face and a few strands of pink hair peeking out from under his hood, that gaze and that figure still gave him an instant sense of strange familiarity!

It seemed that long ago, he had seen such a figure and been looked at by such a gaze.

No, it doesn't seem that long ago. If I had to say, he had seen a similar look in Ernst's eyes when Ernst entrusted him with the position of a member of the Sarkaz Residents' Committee.

That was anticipation, relief, and trust.

Hedley's brow furrowed slowly. He raised his hand, trying to call out to the figure, but the other person seemed to have noticed that Hedley had noticed her. She simply pulled down the brim of her hat and gave him a faint smile.

Hedley was stunned.

This laugh

His eyes widened suddenly, as if he had realized something unbelievable. His lips trembled uncontrollably, and he stumbled back several steps, almost unsteady on his feet. Even so, he stubbornly raised his hand, stammering:

"Te...TeTe"

At this distance, in such a noisy environment, the figure should not have been able to hear his almost self-talk.

But she still reacted, as if she knew what Hadley was talking about. The figure in the black robe bowed slightly, lifted her skirt, and greeted Hadley.

This bow is a belated greeting from the Demon King of Sarkaz, a hope that has long since vanished, to the people of Sarkaz, whose servants are now enjoying a stable and promising future.

This included Theresa's appreciation, satisfaction, respect, and expectations.

But to Theresa's surprise, Hadley's reaction to this meaningful bow was much more intense than she had imagined!

The one-eyed servant suddenly clutched his chest, a breath stuck in his throat, but he couldn't get it out.

His pupils began to dilate, and his lips were filled with shock and horror, as well as admiration for the power of the demon who had been whipped.

Neve, you're awesome!

And this last thought, through the vocal cords, transformed into a startled, piercing scream that sent chills down one's spine, bursting forth:

"Ho-!"

Chapter 599 Theresa: Is this some kind of Sheragian verbal tic?

"Ines, don't be afraid of what I'm about to tell you."

"What could be more terrifying than a dignified mercenary and inspector fainting twice in two days? W laughed so hard when he heard about it that he felt nauseous. He even said he was coming over right away to laugh at you to your face."

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Hedley fell silent, his helpless gaze fixed on Ines, as if to say: You don't have to tell me this; I don't want to hear it.

Besides, don't you know why I fainted?

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"Go ahead and say it. I've received professional training and I'm not afraid."

Hedley didn't mince words, stating with utmost seriousness:

"I saw Theresa."

"She's right outside, waiting in line to get through the screening process so she can enter Shelag!"

"I suspect we're currently living in a fantasy created by Neve!"

"Then how can you be sure I'm not imagining things?"

Ines smiled with interest and asked.

Hedley pursed his lips.

How could he be sure? He couldn't really be sure. Or rather, Ines, who was sitting in front of him, might very well be a figment of his imagination.

However, he was certain that Ines was trustworthy.

After all, in the previous hallucinations, Ines and W all died together.

But of course he couldn't say that directly. Who knew what unexpected things might happen if he told the person in the hallucination that they were hallucinating? To be on the safe side, it was better to be cautious.

"Because I feel that you are someone I can trust and entrust my life to, and I believe you will not harm me."

"Hedley said seriously."

Now it was Ines's turn to be speechless.

She stared wide-eyed, looked Hadley up and down, touched her own head, and then touched Hadley's head.

There's no fever.

Oh no, could it really be some kind of Originium Arts? But she specifically asked Neph again, didn't she say that she didn't use any illusion-creating magic?

But, if it weren't a hallucination, would Hadley say such a thing? And who else could have said such a thing?

Holy crap, Jeragund! This is truly an encounter with a mountain demon!

Seeing Ines blush and remain silent, Hadley pressed his advantage, continuing to gain her trust: 3÷*》

"I know you might not believe me, but that's okay. I'll let her in now. You can meet her, and I'll ask her a few questions, and then you'll understand!"

He solemnly assured:

"We are very likely in the first terrifying illusion I told you about right now!"

As he spoke, he pressed the notification broadcast button on the table.

[Next Sarkaz, please enter the audit room.]

Ines blinked, took a few deep breaths to calm her somewhat exhilarated emotions, sat up straight, and looked towards the doorway.

Hedley's claim that Theresa had been resurrected was nonsense that Ines generally didn't believe.

Admittedly, neither she, Hedley, nor W saw Theresa's body with their own eyes. The Speaker's Chamber had been sealed off that day. Only Kal'tsit and Ascalon witnessed the Demon King's remains.

But Theresa is dead, a fact confirmed to them by Kal'tsit, Ascalon, and Amiya. W even went mad for a long time afterward, indiscriminately hunting down the traitors involved in the assassination.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the civil war, Theresis also announced the Demon King's death almost simultaneously, declaring the civil war over in the name of the Kazdel Military Council. Would Theresis have dared to issue such a declaration without solid evidence that Theresa was dead? Wasn't he afraid that Theresa would rise up and slap him in the face?

Is it necessary for them to join forces to deceive themselves?

Ines felt it was unnecessary.

Therefore, Theresa was most likely really dead. She never questioned this conclusion.

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She truly couldn't explain the scene before her eyes.

Dressed in black robes, Sarkaz pushed open the door and entered the room at the prompt. Looking at Hadley and Ines, who stood there holding their breath, ready for anything, a serene smile appeared on her face. Then, no longer concealing her presence, she closed the door and simultaneously pulled back her hood.

"Tetete"

"There's no need for everyone to say the same thing."