The climax of pleasure is pain.

After giving this guidance motto, Mrs. Beatrice obviously did not intend to explain further. Instead, she smiled with that alluring and mysterious smile, waiting for the witches who were present or at a loss, or if they had gained something to recover from their thinking state, she would

He patted his hands lightly and said:

"Okay, let's go practice and discuss it together with your understanding of it."

Immediately, she turned to Alice again:

"Ms. Claire... It's your first time attending this meeting with this little 'witch' here. Why don't you choose each other as your partner? It just so happens that you are also somewhat interested in her, right?"

"I have no objection."

As Alice said this, she saw from a distance that the face of the young witch who was clicked changed, as if she was being led to the guillotine.

Seeing that she readily agreed, Mrs. Beatrice covered her lips and chuckled a few times, then turned around and brought the pretty and pale "witch" over.

"Going back through this hall are several living rooms. You can choose an empty room and practice your understanding of that motto... I wish you a pleasant stay in advance."

After politely thanking the witch who was too gentle and friendly, Alice smiled and watched her walk towards Stephanie who had told the story before. Then she looked away and gave the order nonchalantly.

"gone."

After taking a few steps toward the exit of the hall, Alice suddenly turned around and looked at the "witch" who was still there without moving a step.

"Do you want me to ask you to leave?"

Seeing that she pursed her lips tightly and didn't reply, but started to move in an uncooperative manner, Alice showed a slight impatience.

She silently summoned the spider silk, wrapped it around the fragile neck without the other party noticing, and then pulled the silk thread forward.

The witch's facial features alone were not exquisite, but when combined they gave her a gentle and sweet look. The witch stumbled suddenly and almost fell forward. Fortunately, she managed to maintain her balance in the end.

"If you don't want me to drag you around like a dog, you should be more conscious."

Alice was indifferent to her look of shame, anger mixed with fear, and even took the time to pay attention to the reactions of the other witches.

——Not surprisingly, they turned a blind eye to the situation on their side.

After this threat, the witch who was "assigned" to her was finally willing to cooperate, but the blood on her face became a little lighter.

Randomly choosing an unoccupied living room, Alice walked in first and walked around several well-furnished rooms.

No suspicious things that had been tampered with were found.

But when she turned around, she was shocked by the young girl's actions.

The other party had a complex expression of disgust and shame, but his hands were moving very quickly to remove the clothes on his body.

In the short half-minute that Alice turned around to observe the room, she threw several petticoats on the floor, and the more formal moon-white dress was also pulled loose and loose, even exposing the small breasts on her chest.

The half slice is smooth and plump with rounded plumpness.

Seeing her, the young "witch" just bit her lip and continued to untie the layers of ties on her body.

...that's fine, pleasure and pain, right?

Alice thought for a few seconds and finally decided to give up thinking.

She approached the girl who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, and within five steps, she confirmed that the other person's eyes were looking at her.

She raised her hands, palms facing outward, and her fingers spread out, while her voice oscillated with chants woven from ancient foreign languages:

"(False pain.)"

"(Phantom Illusion.)"

——Well, that’s it.

It can not only let this "witch" experience the pain in the motto, but also use the imagination in her mind to construct a phantom that is close to reality and do to her... well, what she wants to happen.

Using the invisibility spell for herself and the silent spell to eliminate the noise of friction between footsteps and clothes, Alice left the ambiguously decorated living room and shut the girl's cries of pain behind the door.

The witch has her own ways, and of course she has her own methods.

The fire has been sown at the beginning, and now is the moment of harvest.

Alice, who had no choice to leave and turned into an invisible and silent shadow, stood quietly on the edge of the corridor outside the door, waiting for the opportunity to come.

Only about five minutes passed before she saw the person she expected.

With long and slightly curly black hair, a rich and voluptuous red high-waist dress, and beautiful facial features, Mrs. Beatrice walked in a hurry while holding up the hem of her skirt, with a look that seemed a little annoyed.

She stopped in front of the closed door, and immediately pressed her finger on the keyhole under the doorknob. She stayed still like this for a full five or six seconds, then nodded lightly as if she was sure of something, and took out the keyhole from her sleeve.

He took out an object that looked like a pocket watch and at the same time carefully reached out and pushed the door open.

However, what gradually came into view was not the rose-red furniture and ornaments, but the person that Mrs. Beatrice was most familiar with and the person who should least be seen.

——She saw herself in the mirror.

Mirrors, countless mirrors, countless Mrs. Beatrice in luxurious dresses, making the same expressions and movements, countless pairs of equally frightened eyes staring at her in astonishment.

"You suddenly realize that you have made a mistake: you should not assign the two new participants together. Instead, you should let your apprentice, Stephanie, guide the new witch, and personally deal with Ke who does not know the details.

Leya..."

As if she couldn't hear the strange narration coming from the shadows of the corridor behind her, Mrs. Beatrice kept opening the door without moving, while the hand holding her pocket watch was pressed on the cover.

It can be opened with a gentle force, unleashing the extraordinary power residing within it.

But she was as quiet as if she were dead, and the only difference from a corpse was probably the weak ups and downs of her chest.

"But I can't blame you. This is not the only mistake you made. From the very beginning, you should not have gone alone to greet that strange visitor... Look, she has come to welcome you too."

As the narration became brisk, Mrs. Beatrice slowly turned her neck like a marionette, raised her dull eyes, and looked at the blurry black shadow appearing behind her in the mirror.

It was a reflection with the silhouette of a woman, with hair flying like ferocious snakes, and eyes that seemed to be empty and bottomless abyss, capable of dragging all intellectual souls into endless struggle.

"She's here to greet you. You can make up for the many mistakes you made before - yes, you will be pulled into another nightmare that is symmetrical to reality..."

Caught by the countless long hairs whose black shadows emerged from the mirror like snakes, Mrs. Beatrice sank into the mirror like she was drowning.

The next moment, the whole scene was spinning, and Mrs. Beatrice fell into the inside of the door.

Inside was a rose-colored furniture set that she was familiar with, but unlike reality, all the furnishings showed a strange mirror symmetry, and Mrs. Beatrice herself seemed to have completely lost her soul, maintaining the motion of falling to the ground.

No response.

"In this dream, you are determined to make up for those mistakes. You meet the person you trust most in your heart. You...will confess everything to the person who appears in front of you."

It was only at this moment that Alice's figure finally appeared like ripples in the water.

She walked towards the dull-looking Mrs. Beatrice, used the folding fan in her hand to pull the opponent's head left and right a few times, then released several spells to detect the bondage of the oath, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

"I don't have any oath to keep secrets, so it saves trouble... Next, I ask, you answer - are you a member of the Witch Sect?"

Like a zombie, Mrs. Beatrice nodded slowly and gave an affirmative answer with only instinctive reactions.

"What can you tell me about the senior members of the Witch Cult?" Alice asked quickly.

"I serve Lady Mourning and am responsible for managing the affairs of the Ruisland area and the size of this manor... As for other high-level sects, I have never had contact with them." Mrs. Beatrice replied.

In mourning for the lady...

Alice recited the name silently, feeling that her bad premonition was about to hit her again.

Sure enough, when she asked for more information about the mourning lady and where she could find the senior leader of the Witch Cult, Mrs. Beatrice shook her head and said that she knew very little. Even every time she contacted her, the other party took the initiative to find her.

, or the meeting place is temporarily notified by courier, there is never an exception.

"I only know that Ms. Mourning's strength is at least Sequence 5, and most likely has reached Sequence 4... She has the ability to make people contract diseases without knowing it." Mrs. Beatrice finally added.

Putting aside her disappointment, Alice changed her question:

"Among the witches participating in the gathering today, who is able to contact senior figures from other sects?"

In response to this, Mrs. Beatrice shook her head blankly at first, and then she seemed to remember something and replied uncertainly:

"It is said that the new 'witch' Triss has met Lady Mourning, but it is just a rumor... I don't know the details, and I don't want to confirm. Triss's mental state is not very stable. I think she may die at any time.

Crazy and out of control. In fact, if it weren’t for the tacit permission of the mourning lady and Sharon’s insistence, I wouldn’t even want this guy to step into this manor.”

Triss... It seems that I have to interrogate one more person later. And who is Sharon? There was no one with that name among the group of witches just now.

Alice thought silently and nodded, then continued to ask:

"What is the purpose behind the disappearance cases in Dixi County?"

"Why does the Witch Cult kidnap people with a birth number of 6?"

"How much do you know about the spell to summon beings from other worlds?"

Faced with these problems, Mrs. Beatrice perfectly explained what it means to ask questions and not know.

Alice sighed, knowing that she would not be so lucky to find important clues in one try, so she could only put away her luck and ask questions that she cared about.

"...Then, tell me the purpose behind your banquet."

Mrs. Beatrice replied numbly:

"Help the witch in the 'happy' stage to stabilize her potion state. If conditions permit, we will also provide opportunities for promotion."

Stabilize the state and provide promotion... Is this really a charity?
To be continued...