Chapter 789 Dance Steps
In a bedroom on the third floor of Congressman Macht's residence, Hazel Macht sat on a soft sofa with her legs curled up and a listless look on her face.
The dance downstairs had officially begun after her father's speech. The light country music played by the band came into the girl's ears through the crack in the door, but it failed to arouse her interest in the slightest.
It wasn't that Hazel suddenly lost interest in watching ordinary people's entertainment, nor was it that her bandaged wrist made it difficult for her to move. Rather, the confusion that followed her madly bitten by her mystic mentor, the thief who transformed himself into a mouse, in the suburban manor filled her mind, leaving her in a daze.
This was the teacher who taught her to enter the world of mysticism, gave her power that was superior to others, and maintained her pride and glory. How could he suddenly turn into a big rat that couldn't speak a word and bite the hand of a student who wanted to hug and comfort him?
Could it be true that, as I occasionally saw in my nightmares, the extraordinary people's supernatural powers did not make them superior to mortals, but rather made them close to monsters?
She shuddered at the thought that she might have red eyes, slurred speech, or even bite her parents' necks in the future.
At this moment, a slight collision sound was heard from the windowsill bathed in crimson moonlight. Hazel, who had buried her head in her arms to try to block out the sound, suddenly looked up and found that a gray mouse, larger than its kind, pushed open the window and jumped into the bedroom.
Its eyes were a strange dark red, and its fur was shiny. It was the teacher who had volunteered to hide in the suburban manor.
"Hazel," the mouse spoke in human language, his eyes moving to her bandaged right wrist, "Are you okay?"
"Dad saw a doctor, and he's fine now." The dark green-haired girl feigned a casual expression as she flicked her wrist, her eye twitching. "You've recovered? Your condition that day... scared me."
"The situation...as expected, it's on the verge of getting out of control."
The gray mouse did not answer Hazel, but continued to talk to himself. His tone also changed. It was no longer as gentle as if he was trying to get close to the girl, but rather cold as if he was confirming his own doubts.
This sudden change made Hazel, who had been smiling just now, have a frozen expression on her face. She curled up on the sofa and looked at her teacher in disbelief.
"On the verge of losing control?"
She squeezed out this unfamiliar word from the back of her throat.
But the next second, the figure of the gray mouse shattered in the moonlight, and the fragments reflecting red light flickered like countless mouse eyes and disappeared into the air.
"teacher?"
Hazel called out as if to confirm, but received no response. The window that should have been pushed open by the mouse was also closed tightly, as if everything before was just her dream, just an illusion caused by anxiety.
She frowned slightly, her eyes moved, and she took off the necklace from her neck and placed it in her palm, so that the main part of the necklace inlaid with diamonds and emeralds was facing upwards. She watched as one of the gems emitted a emerald green light, reflecting the strange symbols in her brown eyes.
This is the core extraordinary ability of the "Cryptologist": analysis.
In the green light, everything Hazel had just seen was perfectly reproduced. The gray mouse pushed open the window again, entered the room, and turned into mirror fragments after a brief conversation.
This was not an illusion, but a false scene created by a certain Extraordinary Person. In those two short conversations, the other party confirmed that his teacher was not in good condition and was even "on the verge of losing control."
The teacher didn't teach her what "out of control" meant, but from the literal meaning, Hazel could tell that it was not a good thing.
The illusion maker whose power and level far surpassed his own confirmed the teacher's condition and left with satisfaction. His purpose was self-evident!
Her face gradually turned pale, and Hazel felt the slight tingling in her wrist disappear, leaving only the coldness of congealed blood.
Biting her lower lip and hesitating for a moment, she quickly jumped off the sofa and walked to the door and said to her personal maid:
"My wound is not feeling well. I need to go to bed early. Don't let anyone disturb me."
After getting a response from the other party, Hazel locked the door, turned off the gas, skillfully stuffed two pillows into the quilt and arranged them in shape, took off her skirt, changed into the clothes she usually wore when sneaking out, pushed open the window that the teacher had opened in the illusion just now, slid down the water pipe to the third floor, and climbed over the wall to escape.
She wanted to alert her teacher that someone was planning to do something bad to it!
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The huge crystal chandelier illuminates the ballroom like daylight. A professional band plays this year's popular cheerful dance music. Pairs of dancers move their feet to the beat, deepening their emotions through the interweaving of their bodies.
Dwayne Dantès, wearing a neat tuxedo, held Christine Theresa's slender yet powerful hand with one hand, and with the other hand around her waist. They coordinated seamlessly, crossing their feet and performing an elegant dance.
The two looked at each other with smiles on their faces, as if they were enjoying the moment of mutual understanding, but there was a strange light flashing in Angel's purple eyes. Klein also held his breath slightly, waiting for the other party's conclusion.
"It was indeed her teacher, the gray rat, who bit Hazel. I think this is a sign that it is about to get out of control."
After her eyes returned to normal, Angel spoke slowly, her voice not low, but the coal miner Winster and his dance partner, who were only a few steps away from her, did not hear anything.
The "gray mouse" that startled Hazel just now was an illusion created by Angel through mirror magic. The purpose was to confirm the other party's condition for subsequent processing.
In this matter, a witch who can directly use her eyes to transmit power through the mirror world is much more convenient than a "weird wizard".
"That's a demigod. If he loses control, dying quietly in a corner would be the best outcome. However, based on experience, they will most likely reveal an incomplete mythical creature form and, in their madness, do even more irrational things. That will inevitably affect the entire manor, and even further."
Klein also moved his lips slightly, making a clear sound that was inaudible to others, his words tinged with deep melancholy.
He should have sent a letter of denunciation to the Nighthawk, the Mandated Punisher, or the Mechanical Heart long ago, severely reporting this "thief" demigod hiding in Senator Macht's house. This way, he would not have ended up in his current situation and would not have put ordinary people in danger.
It's too late to regret now. Judging from the circumstances of Hazel's "murder", the demigod mouse has been behaving abnormally for three days. No one can say for sure how many more days it can hold on, or whether it will go completely crazy in a few hours or even minutes and give up suppressing the mythical creature form that can pollute everything around it.
At this moment, Angel suddenly frowned and continued:
"Hazel left the bedroom, changed into comfortable clothes and slipped out... Apparently, she planned to go directly to the Macht family's suburban estate to warn her teacher... Oh, this girl seems very arrogant and eccentric, but surprisingly, she has principles. It's a pity that her teacher didn't even teach her the biggest problem facing Beyonders. Clearly, she doesn't deserve such treatment."
You're not much older than her, but you didn't hesitate to save Tingen and Backlund... Klein looked at the beautiful face so close to him, at those violet eyes that penetrated his soul. He tightened his arms, pressed her body against his chest, and spun her around in a posture that was almost like he was holding her in his arms as the rhythm of the dance music suddenly accelerated.
"Don't mess around... Then, according to the plan, I'll follow Hazel to ensure her safety while approaching the manor. You finish the ball first, and then use 'teleportation' with the marionettes to catch up."
Angel, who knew full well how slow the official Beyonders were in handling similar incidents, spoke in a low voice. Using the force of being pulled around by Klein, she swung her arms free, tapped the ground on her toes, and spun to the cheerful music, centering around Klein's raised left hand. The lace-trimmed hem of her light green dress rose like a dancing butterfly.
This movement, which originated from the ancient elf dance, immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the audience. They looked at the elegant middle-aged man with a doting look on his face as he led the young lady dancing gracefully in his arms. Their eyes swept over her quickly tapping feet, her constantly rising skirt, and her charming body, and finally stopped at their tightly clasped left hands.
There is a ring on each ring finger, with a different shape but a harmonious style.
The guests at the edge of the dance floor immediately started talking.
Hearing everyone's whispers, Klein chuckled, lowered his left hand, and hugged Angel back to his chest, asking:
"What about the dance here? You're leaving after just one dance?"
At this moment, the two people's constantly moving steps happened to pass by the pillar on one side of the dance floor and the decorative mirror that could reflect Angel's entire body.
The next second, Klein heard a soft laugh, and his left hand, which was holding Angel's palm, softened. The girl in front of him had a gentle expression, but it became somewhat lifeless.
He subconsciously turned on the vision of the spiritual line, and as expected, he found that among the countless intertwined black lines, the person in front of him was no longer there.
Angel in Klein's arms had become a mirror double that acted according to her commands.
She's becoming increasingly adept at using mirror magic... But the ball still has two hours left, and she's asking me to bring a double to greet the guests who might have noticed something? Is this revenge for me using the marionette's special abilities to trick her last time?
Klein helplessly dragged his stand-in, whose body had obviously become much lighter, around the dance floor. His eyes suddenly caught sight of Bishop Elektra, also wearing a tuxedo, in a corner of the hall. She was holding up a wine glass and smilingly greeting him.
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Angel switched his double instantly, and his real body dived into the mirror world. His eyes quickly swept across the countless dark mirror passages, confirmed the direction with divination, and entered one of them.
The space around her was mainly gray, with light coming in from different mirrors. It changed rapidly and soon caught up with a speeding hired carriage.
The glass window flashed with a light that was difficult for ordinary people to detect. Angel saw the anxious face and urged the driver from time to time to hurry to Hazel Macht on the edge of the city.
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