Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Chapter6 Story? Reality?

Walking through the laundry room that looked like a slum, staring at the drug addict, Caroline pulled aside the door curtain made of hanging beads.

There was a conversation inside.

'She won't hit you again.'

"Use the medicine I prescribed for you..."

She noticed the entrance, a straight line drawn by the red powder.

Is this also some kind of 'witchcraft'?

Caroline walked over, stepping softly as she listened.

'Are you sure I can do this?'

"It will be fine. Just do what I say. Don't be afraid."

'It will definitely work, it will never happen again...'

I don't know whether to call her a witch or a wizard? The owner was a black woman with as many ornaments as possible on her ears and wearing a loose red robe. When Caroline looked at her quietly across the shelf, her dark eyes also looked at Caroline through the glass jars.

After seeing the guest off, they were the only two left in the room.

Caroline walked around to the counter and made small talk: "The red powder at the door..."

"Brick dust." The shop owner smiled and said, "Sprinkle it in a line, and those who want to hurt you will never get through. Usually I sprinkle it at the door, so that I can tell who your enemy is."

Caroline: …

Like hypnosis?

Or... psychological suggestion?

"This trick works because people are superstitious."

The shop owner didn't care about the young girl's doubts. Instead, he nodded in agreement: "You are absolutely right. Witchcraft..."

"Can't hurt those who don't believe in it."

Familiar words.

Caroline gathered her thoughts: "I mean, if, if someone wants to hurt someone..."

"What happened to it?"

"Paralysis. He believes that someone has deliberately harmed him through witchcraft."

The shopkeeper nodded, opened the counter door, picked up the basket, and led Caroline into the shelf area, occasionally grabbing some strange things from it and putting them in the basket: "I have to warn you, young girl."

The black shop owner's tone sounded like a warning.

"Sometimes, it's better to stay away from it than to face it."

"If you don't believe it, it can't hurt you."

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"So you really went?"

"Come on, Barrister, have you never heard of psychological influence on physical treatment?"

Luke picked up the whip made of unknown animal fur with disdain: "That's it?"

"That's it." Caroline nodded firmly, "As long as it has enough influence on the patient's belief in recovery."

Caroline put on her arm and met at Luke's house. In her heart, the manor-like house was no longer safe.

"Magic books, spells, spell records - I can understand your concerns." Luke held the fruit and put one into his mouth from time to time: "My family used to be very superstitious, you know, those 'old people'."

"This is different, Luke."

"What's the difference? It's just the local culture." The lawyer absentmindedly searched for his favorite fruit in the bowl.

"I'm worried about Ben, he seems to be being hurt by his wife."

Luke sighed, threw his fork into the bowl, and looked at Caroline. "Hey, I'm starting to worry about you now. You know what? Are you a nurse or a detective? To be honest, I've known Mrs. Devereux for a month or two, helping her with various legal matters."

He pointed to his lips and said, "If you have any questions, I suggest you ask directly. In a society ruled by law, you don't think you can take away a wife's legal husband based on..." He scratched with four fingers and made a double quotation mark, "...based on a superstitious curse? This is illegal."

Ask directly?

Caroline had such a plan.

Although she bought a lot of so-called "witchcraft props", some mysteries still need to be explained by Mrs. Devereux herself. If it is a misunderstanding, it would be a bit ridiculous for her to do this.

"Do you understand?"

Caroline picked up the bag on the table, "Good advice, Luke."

"Hey! You said you wanted to watch a movie with me."

"Tomorrow, or next time!" Caroline ran out in a hurry in her high heels, started the engine, and headed straight for the destination.

She took a day off today, but unexpectedly she came back here.

Passing through the iron gate that was about to corrode and break, the flat ground turned into mud.

"Mrs. De?"

Caroline thought about it and realized that at this time, she should be in the garden with Mr. Ben.

She took the key from her bag, opened the door, walked through the archway, and soon she saw them.

Mr. Ben in a daze and Mrs. Devereux fiddling with flowers.

She was also surprised to see Caroline.

"I remember you asked for leave today..."

"Ma'am, I think we need to have a serious talk."

The old woman put down the roots in her hand and dusted off her clothes: "You said, I have to take good care of these little cuties of mine..."

"witchcraft."

Caroline uttered a word, and the old woman paused as she fiddled with the flowers.

"I…I don't know what you're talking about."

"Apparently, I opened the door to the attic that you said you 'never opened'." Caroline stabbed her and crossed her arms. "Tell me, what are you hiding?"

Mrs. Devereux looked worried: "Child, you don't know what you see..."

"Tell me. Otherwise, I will resign immediately."

A deep sigh.

Snapped.

Lighter to light the cigarette.

In the misty fog, the old woman who was about to be caught up by the god of death began to recall the stories of the past...

——About ninety years ago.

There was a banker named Thorpe.

He gained wealth and status by exploiting and deceiving the poor.

He is a sarcastic fellow.

At first, this family lived in this house, oh, and his children and servants.

servant…

Their names are Cecile, Mom, Jasfi, Dad.

Caroline was shocked: "I saw it in a photo!"

"That's the nickname the children gave them." Mrs. Devereux pointed at the chair while holding a cigarette: "Sit down, girl, don't be in a hurry." She smiled and fell into reminiscence.

——The two black people, a man and a woman, that Caroline saw in the photo were servants and wizards.

“They all believe…”

Caroline: “Witchcraft.”

Mrs. Devereux nodded regretfully: "...That's right." She turned around and pointed in the direction of the attic: "That's their room."

——At that time, they were famous. They used witchcraft to cure the poor and punish the evil.

But the old banker, old Thorpe...

Just treat them as servants.

The lowest servant.

He exploited, abused and beat them, legend has it…

One night.

There was a party at the manor.

It was a banker's anniversary, and all the bigwigs of the time were there: politicians, jazz, shipping magnates; people drank and danced to their heart's content... and there were also trysts.

At this moment, several tycoons who were preparing to leave early wanted to say goodbye to their children.

Instead they found them in the room of the two black servants.

The brother and sister sat around the candlelight.

Two black men were trembling beside them.

They are teaching the bankers' children witchcraft.

Old Thorpe was furious, and so were the other guests: such blasphemous behavior was not allowed, especially for their own children. The crazy adults tied up the two black servants, a man and a woman, tightly...

Mrs. Devereux narrowed her eyes.

"Hang it up in the tree, and then."

"Burn them."

She looked up at the huge tree that cast a shadow over the garden. "It's a terrible story, isn't it?" The old woman patted Caroline on the shoulder. "Then, the bank went bankrupt, and old Thorpe shot his wife to death, and then shot himself."

"Their children, the brother and sister, lived here for decades until they sold the house to me and my husband. I heard they died of an illness a month later."

"Now, Caroline, what else do you want to know?"

Mrs. Devereux put out her cigarette.

Chapter 7 The real purpose is revealed

"If I let go, you'll have a harder time, right?"

"Book?"

Caroline muttered to herself as she lifted the bed table and placed it around Ben's waist.

After that day, some time passed.

She believed Mrs. Devereux's story, but she didn't quite believe what she did - if she was really afraid of the curse of the dead black couple or believed in witchcraft, she should have moved away with her husband instead of letting him deteriorate day by day.

and so…

So Carolyn decided to try it herself.

"It will be fine soon, Ben. I know you're having a hard time."

She had her blonde hair tied up high in a flower bud and was holding a glass basin with a cross-shaped candle in it.

"Our secret, if it makes you feel better."