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Fiona seemed not to understand. She stared at the cigarette butt and said to herself, "Mary, who holds a grudge, is not dead yet. The witch hunter who won a great victory still has warm hands holding the gun. I must still be here. Otherwise, the protective spell cast on this house will dissipate, and so many malicious jackals outside will rush in and devour everyone here."

"Of course, you can choose the next Supreme Witch early, so I can rest assured." Fiona said this, her eyes scanning Zoe, the unconscious Queenie, and even Cordelia.

Robb, who had been watching from the sidelines, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Cordelia's grip on the cane tightened.

She quickly objected, "The time is too short. The young witches haven't even mastered their own abilities thoroughly, let alone passed the test of the seven formations. That's sending them to death!"

Fiona shook her head. "That's it for now. Even if these girls awaken their ability to resurrect the dead, they can't save Nan. She was killed by a cursed silver bullet, and it's hard for the witch's power to work on her."

"Go get some good sleep. As for Nan, find her a good grave tomorrow."

Fiona waved her hand and went upstairs, unable to hide her tiredness.

After she left, Madison walked over and looked at Queenie and Nan lying side by side. She said with emotion, "I didn't expect that having more fat would have such benefits. Queenie is so lucky. It's a pity for Nan. I wonder if that obedient mama's boy next door will be sad if he knows about this."

"Stop talking, Madison!" Zoe, with a very sad face, glared at Madison in dissatisfaction.

Madison shrugged.

That's just her nature.

Although she felt a little sorry for her companion's sacrifice, she couldn't be as sad as Zoe.

In a way, she is indeed very similar to Fiona in that she loves herself more.

"Cordelia, do you have any potions for healing wounds and scars? I need some here too."

Madison walked up to Cordelia, looked at her bloody right sleeve and limp arm, and asked.

Cordelia picked up the bottles and cans nearby, smelled them, and handed them to Madison.

"Can this really remove scars without leaving any marks?"

"Believe in the power of magic."

Madison took it.

"Let me do it."

Seeing that she had difficulty with one hand, Robb walked over and took the potion. He first cut off the tattered sleeve with scissors, revealing Madison's slender arm, which he was very familiar with but now had a hideous scar. He took out the potion and applied it carefully.

The corners of Madison's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a rare moment of genuine warmth.

Zoe didn't read any of this.

When she came to Nan's body, she suddenly felt an urge, and remembering the ability to resurrect the dead that she had read in the spell book, she suddenly said, "I want to try it."

"Try what?" Madison asked without turning around.

"Resurrection from the dead." Although Cordelia was blind, she was well prepared in her guess.

Robb frowned slightly. "Even if you can bring the dead back to life, Zoe, Fiona just said that Nan, who was killed by the witch-hunting silver bullet, is basically unrecoverable. Besides..."

At this point, Robb suddenly looked up and around, then changed his words: "Let's talk outside. It's a bit stuffy here."

"how……"

Zoe, who looked puzzled, hadn't finished her words when she was grabbed by Madison, who had treated her wounds. While dragging her out, he whispered in her ear:

"Idiot, you don't even know that walls have ears. If a white flower like you were put in Hollywood, you would definitely be devoured without leaving even a bone."

Behind them, Robb supported Cordelia and walked slowly out.

When the four of them arrived at the back courtyard, Robb said, "Nan can be saved."

"What?" Cordelia was shocked.

Zoe's face lit up and she said, "Robb, do you have any good ideas?"

Compared to her own forced actions, she trusts her boyfriend more who has brought her many surprises in recent days.

"Remember Misty, whom we met in the swamp?" Robb said.

Madison frowned, "That weird swamp witch?"

"I see!" Zoe suddenly realized, "Misty was born with the ability to bring the dead back to life. She can even revive herself, not to mention Nan."

Robb nodded. "They both have the ability to bring the dead back to life, but Misty is clearly better. A normal witch can't revive Nan, but she can definitely do it."

"Wait! Who are you talking about? The Swamp Witch? Misty? Is that Misty Day? Isn't she dead?" Cordelia asked repeatedly.

There are not many witches nowadays. When she heard several people mention that Misty has the ability to resurrect, the only person she could think of was Misty Day, who was burned to death by fanatics some time ago.

Zoe quickly explained.

Cordelia was very happy after hearing this and nodded, "Very good! Robb, since you know where she lives, then invite her here tomorrow morning. No! Wait a minute..."

At this point, Cordelia's expression became very serious.

Although she couldn't see, she still made a gesture to look around at everyone, and then she got straight to the point: "My mother doesn't want to leave the position of the Supreme Witch."

Robb nodded in agreement.

Zoe and Madison, who had already known some of the truth from Robb, were not surprised.

Madison curled her lips and pointed out directly: "Isn't this obvious? With extremely strong power and the highest power and wealth in the world, who would want to die? Even Bill Gates and his gang can't do it, let alone Fiona. If it means staying alive, I think anyone would do anything to survive."

"No! That's not the case!" Cordelia, somewhat surprised by everyone's reaction, retorted, "Not everyone will do anything to achieve their goals. For the sake of the continuation and safety of the witch group, every Supreme Witch in the past would take the initiative to pass on everything they had to the next one when they got older. They are all great people who deserve respect."

Chapter 65 Chapter Witchcraft Council

"They do make great decisions. But Fiona wouldn't, would she?" Madison spread her hands.

"That's right." Cordelia nodded heavily. "So, the leader of all time, the current Supreme Witch has become the biggest threat to the Witch Group now."

"To protect your safety, and also to protect Misty and Nan. Fiona must not be informed of the upcoming resurrection ceremony. She must leave here. To this end, we must immediately notify the Council, and then..."

After discovering Fiona's sinister intentions through the Sky Eye, Cordelia, who has a completely opposite character to her mother, has made a decision. At this moment, she tells Robb, Zoe, and Madison who are in the same camp everything.

Robb pondered as he listened to Cordelia's plan.

……

In the bedroom on the second floor.

Fiona lay down as soon as she entered the room and did not move for a long time.

She is really tired.

Not only because of his old age, but also because of the constant draining of magic power from his body.

Especially tonight, she clearly felt that her strength was being sucked away faster and faster.

A witch who made her jealous and envious, overflowing with youth and vitality, was greedily devouring everything that originally belonged to her.

If not for this, how could he have failed to defeat the voodoo queen who was getting weaker year by year, and was even chased by the witch hunters.

If I were still in my prime, if my body was still healthy and energetic...

Fiona grabbed her head and looked at the handful of dry hair that fell between her fingers. She couldn't help but clench her fists.

Clang.

A noise was heard in the room.

Fiona ignored it.

Then, another louder voice rang out.

Fiona finally looked up.

I saw a chair that was originally placed neatly fell to the ground.

As Fiona watched, a corner of the table suddenly broke.

It was as if someone had chopped it with a knife.

Fiona sniffed and said self-deprecatingly, "Why? Even the evil spirits dare to provoke me now?"

No one responded.

The door of the room creaked open.

"Okay. Then I'll go see who has the guts to do that."

Fiona sneered a few times, stood up, and staggered out of the room.

Under the guidance of the unknown existence, she came to Cordelia's room, which was also the room she lived in when she was in school, and pushed the door open.

Looking at the empty environment except for the furniture.

She thought about it, covered her eyes with her hands, and chanted the mysterious spell.

When she withdrew her hand and opened her eyes again, she saw a middle-aged man in a suit in front of her, smiling and greeting her.

"An evil spirit trapped between reality and hell, unable to break free?" Fiona looked at the person in front of her in confusion, "Why didn't I notice you before?"

The middle-aged man explained in a hoarse voice: "Because your magical power is so strong that you are about to die, you can naturally explore more information about the dead."

"Thank you for reminding me that I'm dying." Fiona laughed and said, "Do you need me to help you get rid of it first?"

"Not for now." The middle-aged man looked at Fiona affectionately and said, "Compared to leaving this place that has bound me for so many years, I would rather spend more time with you in the future."

"Oh?"

Fiona's face was full of surprise and surprise.

After her face aged, no man expressed his love to her for a long time.

Fiona became interested: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The middle-aged man said, "People outside call me the Axe Killer, but you can call me Danny. As for my appearance here, it's all thanks to your witch ancestors."

"The famous axe murderer from New Orleans? The one who liked jazz?"

"Yes. But compared to Jazz, there is someone I like more right now. That's you, Fiona!"

The axe murderer told Fiona all about himself with great admiration.

To put it bluntly, it's the experience of a ghost who can never leave this room, watching Fiona, who has lived here since she was very young, grow up bit by bit.

After witnessing this for so many years, he became deeply infatuated with her, and this did not change even as Fiona grew older.

Fiona didn't expect that there was someone who loved her so passionately.

"very good."

A smile formed on her face as she looked at the axe murderer in front of her.

……

The next morning.

When Fiona, in a good mood and radiant, came down from upstairs, Cordelia, Robb, Zoe and Madison were sitting together.

"You guys got up very early." Fiona greeted them in a good mood, and then said to the kitchen, "Delphi, prepare twice the amount of breakfast for me. I have a good appetite today."

Delphi did not respond.

Fiona frowned slightly and called out again, "Delphi?"

"Don't shout, Delphi is not here." Cordelia stood up with her cane and said, "Today is a critical moment for the witch group. Neither she nor Spalding are suitable to be here."

"The critical moment? What does that mean?" Fiona asked puzzledly.

Just as she finished her words, a wave of magical power sounded.

Suddenly, three uninvited guests appeared behind her.

Fiona turned around and looked, her eyes suddenly fixed as she said, "What a rare guest...!"

"Long time no see, Fiona."

The leader, Myrtle, who was very familiar to Robb and Zoe, greeted Fiona with a wry smile.

Fiona's eyes flashed coldly, and she quickly adjusted her mood, and replied with a mocking expression:

"Myrtle Snow, look at you, you're becoming more and more fashionable. It's a pity that no one still pays attention to you."

Without paying any more attention to Myrtle's ugly face, Fiona looked at the short man on Myrtle's left who was wearing a suit and a top hat, and said with a smile,

"Quentin, you damn old fag."