hotmtlnovel Chapter 222 Hazel: I don't want to be like that!
Chapter 222 Hazel: I don't want to be like that!
Chapter 222 Hazel: I don't want to be like that!
Inside the residence of Congressman Macht, in a beautifully decorated bedroom filled with a girlish atmosphere.
"What to do—what to do—"
Hazel was pacing back and forth anxiously.
Previously, when her mother inquired about her condition with concern, she locked herself in her room, claiming that she was feeling unwell and needed to rest.
As a sheltered and naive rich girl who had been well protected since childhood, this was the first time she had been caught with such a fatal weakness. All the pride and confidence that had supported her in the past vanished at this moment.
"Judging from that person's tone, he definitely won't let me off so easily—"
She muttered to herself, her voice trembling slightly, "Maybe they'll keep blackmailing me, or even—" She instinctively curled up, a strange feeling of nausea rising in her chest.
"No!!"
Promiscuity between men and women was very common among the upper classes. As a precocious girl, Hazel had been exposed to this from a young age and was quite knowledgeable about men's thoughts. She was also exceptionally confident in her looks and demeanor.
As an extraordinary being, she looked down on ordinary mortals. The thought of what that man named James Scott might do to her made her tremble uncontrollably.
No. It's disgusting. I don't want to lie naked in his arms. She suddenly stopped and hugged her arms, lost in a fantasy filled with fear and shame.
Just then, a faint creaking sound suddenly came from the direction of the balcony.
She quickly turned her head and looked at a corner of the balcony.
There, at some point, a grayish-white rat with fur covered in dirty water had appeared.
"What's so urgent that you're looking for me so urgently?"
This rat actually shook the surrounding air and spoke human language.
Hazel was not surprised at all; on the contrary, she looked delighted as if she had seen a savior.
"Teacher! You've finally arrived!"
"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"
The grayish-white mouse raised its right forepaw, its tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.
"Actually, it's like this. A couple of days ago, I went to the street to steal as you instructed—"
As if she had found an outlet, Hazel recounted how she stole other people's things, only to be confronted by the victim's friend and have "indecent photos" taken of her, as well as the threat, "You don't want this to get out, do you?" She spoke in detail, her voice growing softer and her head drooping.
After listening, the mouse pondered for a moment before asking, "Were you noticed by the other party at the time?"
"No." Hazel thought carefully for a few seconds before shaking her head. "The person whose things were stolen from didn't even notice me."
"For him to come knocking on our door so quickly, that man named James Scott must be an extraordinary being, and quite powerful at that."
"But the fact that he chose to threaten privately instead of acting on the spot or calling the police shows that he is confident enough in his abilities, or perhaps he has other plans," the rat analyzed.
"Teacher, what should I do?" Hazel asked, her face full of worry. "That person definitely won't let me off easily!"
"Don't rush, let me think about it."
The mouse fell into deep thought.
It wasn't in good shape. It had already expended too much energy trying to escape the damned pursuers. If it were to make a rash move now, it would probably suffer more losses than gains.
And this silly student of mine is too low-level; I haven't been raised to the point where I can be used as "nourishment" yet.
After a moment, the mouse raised its head again and asked, "What did you steal from that person? Let me see it."
It requires assessing the value and potential risks of this matter.
"It was a beautifully wrapped gift, along with a small trinket. I was even considering secretly taking it to the police station. I didn't expect them to come so quickly—"
As she spoke, Hazel took out a luxurious-looking gift box from under her bed.
"At that time, I sensed a very peculiar spiritual fluctuation emanating from that person, which is why—"
With that, Hazel opened the gift box containing the luxury fountain pen.
The mouse merely glanced at it casually and then shook its head slightly.
It is indeed a fine luxury item. However, it is not particularly special on a mystical level.
If it's just a simple financial dispute, then it's not a big problem.
However, what Hazel took out the next moment made it lose its composure!
“And this,” Hazel said. “I have a feeling this isn’t an ordinary item.”
As she spoke, Hazel took out a monocle made of polished crystal, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "This has a very peculiar reaction, giving me a... um... indescribable feeling."
She subconsciously raised her hand, preparing to bring it to her face, as if trying to see what she could see through it.
"No! Don't touch it!"
A terrified scream instantly echoed throughout the room!
"Teacher? What's wrong with you?"
Seeing her teacher's intense reaction, Hazel felt somewhat bewildered. She instinctively walked forward.
"trap!"
"Don't come any closer!" The mouse's voice was shrill, and its tiny body trembled slightly with fear.
A violent spiritual wave, filled with madness and chaos, instantly reverberated throughout the room!
Hazel felt her head spinning. She couldn't understand what was happening at all. From her perspective, her teacher seemed to have suddenly gone mad.
Before she could fully comprehend the situation before her, everything went black and she lost consciousness.
"Sherlock, your task is simple."
In the office of the Truth Guild, Club Five was handing a black coat to Klein, who was standing in front of her.
"All you need to do is wear this outfit to keep watch for the others while they're on their way."
"Are you sure about this?"
Looking at the seemingly ordinary black coat, Klein's lips twitched involuntarily.
Why is there such a big crimson moon embroidered on the back of this coat?
Isn't that the Night Emblem?
"Oh~ it seems I made a mistake." The Five of Clubs patted his head.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief, realizing it was a mistake.
"Wearing only a jacket won't do!"
Clubs 5 then took out a pair of bright red gloves from under his table and handed them to the other person.
The atmosphere in the room instantly became awkward.
"Um, sir, if we remember correctly, this outfit is worn by the Red Gloves of the Church of the Night, isn't it?"
"Cough cough."
Club 5 coughed twice, interrupting Klein, his face still bearing that cynical smile.
"Sherlock, I'm doing this all for your own good."
"Didn't we already teach you the 'role-playing' method?"
"So what do you think is most important for playing a 'magician'?"
"What?" Klein asked.
"It's a performance! It's an audience! It's being prepared!" said the Five of Clubs. "If you wear this outfit and participate in a few more missions, won't this potion be easily digested?"
"Ugh—what you're saying sounds reasonable, but it's complete nonsense!" Klein roared inwardly.
You want me to wear the uniform of the Church of the Night to act as a lookout for a secret organization?! What if the real night watchmen find out?
Oh! Goddess above, this is no joke!
Looking at his face, which was tense as he used the "Joker" ability, Club 5 couldn't help but want to tease him a few more times.
However, he suddenly froze as soon as he opened his mouth.
The playful smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression and a deep interest.
The feeling was, "Interesting, Backlund is really an interesting place."
After a moment of contemplation, he smiled again and said, "Alright, that's settled then. Charles will handle the details and liaise with you from now on."
"What do you think, Charles? You've been eavesdropping at the door for so long!"
With a "click," the office door was opened from the outside.
Charles gave an awkward smile and explained, "Well—I just—happened to be passing by."
"You coordinate with Sherlock, I have to go out for a bit."
"Yes, sir, I am in charge of finances—" Before Charles could finish speaking, the Five of Clubs vanished from the spot.
Woolen cloth...
Klein and he exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.
"No, if this continues, the management will fall into chaos. I need to write a letter to report this."