Chapter 694: Many Doubts

At this moment, Angel almost thought that he had returned to the period when he was still "Erin Watson", and that day when he and a group of detectives were disturbed by the seeds of desire planted by the "Apostle of Desire", causing the situation to become chaotic.

No, I didn't detect any trace of extraordinary abilities... Was he acting out of his own "desire"?

Angel carefully observed Baron Syndras's expression, which was not distorted but seemed to have lost self-control, and thought of another possibility.

Was it another suggestion or hypnosis from the "audience" that caused him to behave differently than usual? No, perhaps this multi-millionaire was like this in his own home, but he disguised himself better outside, and the hidden "audience" took advantage of this, causing him to briefly reveal his true nature...

Of course, Angel didn't think there was anything wrong with being a dark person inside but pretending to be normal on the surface. As long as he could always maintain this "restraint", he would appear to others as a gentleman who abided by etiquette.

The most important thing is to stop this baron who has clearly lost his self-control and has been "charmed" by Audrey and me...

The world in Angel's eyes seemed to slow down, and Syndras's forward movement almost stopped. She was about to pull the ubiquitous silk thread to trip the other party, but suddenly found that the somewhat impatient baron stepped on the bulge of the carpet that was pulled by his own footsteps, stumbled, and fell to the ground.

I haven't had time to do anything yet... Angel was stunned and looked at Audrey beside him. He found that the latter was gently stroking the dark blue triangle hairpin on her head. Although her expression was a little panicked, there was a faint smile in her green eyes.

She released the "luck" from the magical item, so correspondingly, the people nearby became more "unlucky"?

Angel suddenly realized and at the same time hid all the threads under his control.

Being affected by the illusory "misfortune" is easier to pass the official Beyonder's review than being tripped by a silk thread. If they look for clues in general that "the Baron is affected by Beyonder power", they will eventually only find the clue in the audience who hinted at him, not us... I didn't expect Miss "Justice" to grow into a reliable Beyonder!

She thought with relief.

As the baron's head hit the ground hard and his body twisted into a ball in pain, his bloodshot eyes gradually returned to normal and he woke up from the desires hidden in his heart.

Bang—the door was flung open. The Baron's valet and bodyguard, with a serious expression, placed one hand on his waist and stopped the Angel family's maid behind him with the other, asking:

"Your Excellency, what happened?"

Looking at his ferocious appearance, it seemed that as long as the baron gave the order, he would immediately pull out his pistol and shoot down everyone present.

"I'm fine. I accidentally tripped. You two can go out first," the baron said as he got up from the carpet and covered his red forehead. "Is that okay, ladies?"

He asked the last sentence to Angel and Audrey.

The two exchanged glances, and Angel nodded.

"You guys go out first and close the door."

After the doubtful servant and the valet closed the door again, Sindras staggered back to his seat, covering his cheeks with his hands, the veins on the back of his hands exposed, and a dull voice came out from between his palms:

"What was I doing..."

Sure enough, under the stimulation of pain, the Baron had returned to normal. His sudden outburst was not voluntary, but was triggered by some emotions that had been buried in his heart beforehand...

Now I should let Audrey calm him down by comforting him, and then I'll conduct a live spiritual channeling session, or a formal magic mirror divination... Angel immediately formed a complete plan in his mind, but then he immediately remembered that he and Audrey had not yet revealed their special status as Beyonders. However, if they conducted a deeper investigation, they would inevitably be unable to hide the subsequent review of the official Beyonders, and...

...What if that "audience" is nearby observing your achievements, or even right next to you?

Thinking of this, Angel felt a cold sweat on her body. Her eyes flashed, and she instantly scanned the entire building through the various mirrors in the villa, but did not find any "extra" people.

No, I'm suffering from a phobia of "audiences." As a demigod, my spiritual intuition hasn't reacted at all, meaning there aren't any Beyonders around who could threaten me. Using the mirror world to explore the real world can also avoid the effects of "psychological invisibility." Unless it's the "Imaginary Angel" Adam himself, even a demigod "audience" can't hide from me...

She comforted herself and cast her eyes on Audrey beside her. The latter seemed to have just recovered from her shock and sat back in her seat. She spoke in a tone that was half dissatisfied and half soothing:

"Your Excellency, Baron, perhaps the alcohol affected you, or perhaps Miss Christine's charm was too amazing, causing you to act unbecoming of a Loen gentleman. I believe you owe her a sincere apology."

Audrey's gentle words reached Sindras' ears, causing his tall body, which was now curled up in the seat, to sway. After a moment, the baron lowered his hands from covering his face and looked at Angel, his eyes, almost transparent, filled with apology.

"I'm sorry, Miss Theresa. I did act irrationally just now. No excuse can hide the despicable nature of my heart. Thank you for not revealing this to anyone immediately, giving me some time to react."

No, none of this is your fault. Rather, you are the most innocent and unlucky one among the three people present... Angel pursed his lips and decided to seize the opportunity when Syndras was full of guilt to find out how he was manipulated by the "audience".

"Baron, did you meet anyone else before coming to my house? Did you mention your plan to visit me?"

She continued to ask.

"Before that..." The guilt on Sindras's face faded, revealing a look of reminiscence. "After breakfast, I met with a jewelry designer to prepare a wedding anniversary gift for my wife. His name is Hilbert Alucard, and he has his own design studio in Queens. During the conversation, I mentioned that I would visit him that afternoon... Before arriving at Miss Theresa's house, I stopped by the Hampres family. He is a member of my private club. Um, but I didn't tell him about my itinerary for today, in case he thought I was just stopping by to see him and get upset."

Hilbert, Hampres... Angel had no impression of the former name, but she had heard of "Hampres". This person appeared in Audrey's operation to infiltrate the "Psychological Alchemy Society" and was likely a peripheral member of this secret organization.

But he was the one who didn't know about Syndras's itinerary. Could it be that he used his ability of "suggestion" to sow hidden dangers in the Baron's heart, causing him to "explode" in my house?

Angel was thinking, but he found that the baron sitting opposite him slowly stood up, his face full of fatigue, and said in a low voice:

"I may indeed be a little drunk. Sorry, Miss Theresa. I'll stay on the balcony for a while to get some fresh air. Don't worry, whether you conceal or disclose what happened today, I will give you adequate compensation."

After saying this, he staggered out of the center of the reception room and came to the attached balcony, where he covered his face and turned himself into a sculpture in the sunlight.

He seems to have suffered quite a bit of psychological trauma. Was I wrong? Is he truly a gentleman who observes etiquette and is deeply loyal to his wife? Well, judging by the teachings of the Church of the Storm, while they may look down on women, they actually see themselves as protectors. Doing something like this would certainly go against one's inner principles...

Angel muttered and looked at Audrey, who also had a melancholy look on her face. She must have been thinking of the same thing. As a "spectator", she should be more sensitive to the changes in the Baron's heart.

"The Baron must have been asking for your opinion on whether to make this public or keep it secret. What would you do, Christine?"

Audrey's words made Angel fall into deep thought.

From Sindras's perspective, for the sake of his own reputation, he probably hoped that this "accident" would stop between the three of them. After all, in the relatively conservative Loen, even if the nobles secretly had countless mistresses and engaged in various activities in their private residences, at least on the surface they still put respect for women first.

To me, concealment is better than disclosure. "Christine Theresa" will undoubtedly use Baron Syndras's guilt and compensation to achieve her goal of entering high society, and "Angel Granger" does not want to attract public attention and cause his true identity to be exposed...

But this whole thing is too suspicious. An audience member capable of "suggestion" and "hypnosis" made Baron Sindras behave so disrespectfully in my home, simply to suppress him and ruin his reputation in high society? It would be easier to simply make him perform a striptease at an aristocratic dinner. After all, there's still the possibility that the Baron could pay me to keep quiet...

If he was targeting me, it wouldn't have had much effect. Even if I didn't use my extraordinary ability, as long as I shouted for help just now, the servants outside the door would have come in immediately and stopped the baron's behavior. It would have only embarrassed him, but would not have harmed me.

Moreover, the Baron's guilt was too simple. Normally, he should first suspect that the wine he was served with was tampered with, rather than that he could not control his emotions and desires... Thinking of this, Angel's spirituality was touched, and she looked towards the balcony as reminded.

Baron Sindras had his coat off on the ground, his belt loosened, and was struggling to climb over the carved stone railing of the balcony.

Meeting Angel's gaze, the middle-aged gentleman smiled miserably and suddenly loosened his hands.