Chapter 416 Amon Enters the Game

Just as Mrs. Carly was looking at the members of the maid group and worrying about her daughter, Xio walked up directly and asked the leading witch: "Nightingale, where is Abner now?"

The head maid named "Nightingale" is actually the former "Nightingale of Despair" Panadia. After part of her soul was fished out of the "River of Eternal Darkness" by Abner through a ritual, it has been "sealed" It exists in the form of "object", and even its current image is transformed and cannot leave the confines of the Viscount's mansion, so it is arranged by Abner to manage the witch maid group.

Speaking of which, the new names Abner gave to these former witches of the "Witch Cult" were all rather strange, such as "Nightingale", "Scroll", "Lightning"... In short, they were more like nicknames than names.

"Miss Xio, the master has gone out to receive the first batch of visitors to Beldan. I'm afraid he won't be back until the afternoon." "Nightingale" responded respectfully.

"Is that so...what about Forsi?" Xio asked again.

"Miss Wall's breakfast has not been touched yet." "Nightingale" replied tactfully.

In other words, you haven’t gotten up yet? Xio slapped his forehead helplessly and then ordered Nightingale: "Send someone to wake Forsi up and send these luggage to the room that was packed before."

"Yes, Miss Xio." After "Nightingale" responded, she naturally took the suitcase that Luo Dilcha had been dragging, and smiled at the young man.

Facing the witch's smile, Luo's cheeks suddenly turned red, and then he kept saying "I'll do it" while trying to get the box back.

But how could his reaction compare with that of a former "Despair Witch"? I saw that "Nightingale" easily lifted the box that Luo could only drag with two hands with one hand, and even had time to raise his other hand to lift his hair to reveal his small and delicate ears.

Seeing that his brother's face turned redder, whether out of shyness or embarrassment, Xio had no choice but to send away the maids who came out to greet him, and he took his mother and brother to the restaurant.

And seeing her daughter acting like a mistress and taking care of the maids who were obviously not simple things, Mrs. Carly came back from the surprise. While lamenting Xio's growth, she also let go of some of her worries. , but still couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Are those the maids of Viscount Brian? Are there too many..."

If they were normal maids, then considering the size of this mansion, there wouldn't actually be many...but the ones just now were all too beautiful, and were obviously "abnormal".

How much is this? You must know that Abner included the "Yellow Saint", "Red Saint", "Blue Saint", "Gray Saint", and even "Black Saint" and "White Saint" in the "Witch Sect". All the witches under the command of "Saint Girl" were caught in one fell swoop. Even if a large part of them were directly killed because they had done too many evil things and acquired their characteristics, there were a few that slipped through the net, but there were still dozens of them left, and they were all here in the end... ...Well, in Abner’s words, he was undergoing “brainwashing” and “reform through labor.”

What you saw just now were only a dozen people staying at the mansion. Because Beldan Cinema was opened for the first time and the territory currently lacks talents, most of the witches in the maid group were sent out to welcome the guests today. After all, each of the witches has He has received a good etiquette education and his abilities are not bad. He is a perfect emergency candidate.

It can be said that if a war really breaks out in the future, the maid group of nearly a hundred people in the Viscount's Mansion alone will be enough to cause a headache for Fusac's military.

After complaining in his heart, Xiu thought for a while and replied: "They are just ordinary maids."

Mrs. Carly didn't believe it, but she didn't ask any more questions. After all, she had no position to interfere with the affairs of Viscount Blaine's family, so she turned to ask: "The Forsi you mentioned just now is the one you often mentioned in your letters. My good friend, the famous writer Miss Forse Wall?"

"Yes." Xio nodded while pushing open the restaurant door.

"She...she also lives in Viscount Blaine's mansion?" Mrs. Carly asked hesitantly.

"Yes, she is not only my friend, but also Abner's good friend." Xio replied matter-of-factly.

After saying that, she naturally led her mother and brother to their seats and ordered the butler to start serving the dishes.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Carly sighed and became worried again.

…

On the other side, after the first batch of guests saw the scene in their "dream" being brought into reality, Abner also sensed the accumulated progress in completing his "wishes". It is expected that tomorrow, that is, after the number of tourists reaches its peak on Sunday, The "miracle" of transporting the "Floating City" should be achieved.

When he returned to the mansion in a good mood, lunch was over, and Xio's mother and brother also went back to the room to catch up on their sleep.

"How's it going? Are Mrs. Carly and Luo still used to my place?" Abner asked with a smile.

"What's not getting used to? My family used to be a viscount..." Xio replied, then said, "But we can't let Luo live like this. It's best to find something for him to do."

She was afraid that her brother would be deceived by the witches. After all, he was not Abner and did not have much willpower. He would inevitably be "charmed"...even if the witches did not use extraordinary abilities.

"Luo's dream is to become a lawyer, right? Then he can first go to the Bureau of Justice for an internship, and when his future is settled, he can then go to a school for the bar preparatory examination." Abner said with a smile, "I'll let Ronzel take care of it. his."

"Okay." Xio nodded.

At this moment, Abner suddenly narrowed his eyes, as if he had gotten some news. Then he looked at Xio again and said with a smile:

"I'll help you get a 'reasonable' chance to kill Viscount Stepford..."

"Are you going to execute him yourself? Tonight!"

…

In a warehouse with a lot of goods in the dock area.

Sherman sat on the dirty wooden box, his hands clasped behind his back, and his body was wrapped with thin but tough spider silk.

It was as if her whole body had been encased in a transparent cocoon, unable to even make a sound.

"This is not a bad thing for you." Triss stood in front of Sherman, holding a ball of flame as black as ink in her hand, "At least you can be sure whether he really loves you or is cheating on you."

Sherman was angry and frightened, and tried her best to express her pleading in a whining voice, but Triss was not moved at all. She turned her palm holding the black flame and pressed it on Sherman's stomach.

The flame seemed to have spirituality, first it spread out like running water, and then penetrated the skin and flesh as if it had no body, trying to penetrate inside.

Triss's smooth black hair floated against the laws of nature, being pulled by invisible hands and extending to all directions, so that the surrounding air was tainted with an inexplicable smell.

Those hairs became vaguely thick, scattered and clearly defined.

From their bottoms, deep rays of light emerged, carrying curses and words, flowing forward quickly, blending into the dark flames, entering Sherman's belly, and quickly disappeared.

Sherman's face twitched uncontrollably, but there was no pain. It seemed that this was just a purely neurological reaction.

She quickly calmed down and saw Triss's body in front of her, wearing a gloomy black dress, fading little by little, gradually becoming transparent, until she disappeared.

Sherman's pupils dilated and she struggled again, but she couldn't break free.

She tried her best again and again, and started again and again, like a flood rising centimeter by centimeter in a silent warehouse.

At the same time, on the roof of the warehouse, under the crimson sky and the stars, a girl holding an umbrella, wearing a monocle lens in her right eye, and with beautiful long golden hair was standing steadily on the eaves, seemingly speaking through the sky. He walked over the bricks and tiles, observing every move in the warehouse.

"Opportunity? Or a trap?"

The girl raised her lips, then looked at the figure running toward the warehouse from outside the factory at extremely fast speeds.

"The witch's internal strife? No... In addition to the witch hiding beside Viscount Stepford, there is also a 'manipulator' living in his heart...

"Huh? That operator is not a living person, just a 'secret puppet'... Such a hidden method, even ordinary archangels may not be able to see it!

"Let me guess, who is controlling this 'Secret Puppet'?"