Cloud Thinking

Only when talking about the leader of the Morrogan cult did this man become slightly emotional, just like throwing firecrackers into a manure pit, which was very consistent with Helia's impression of these fanatical cult members. But...

Why the fuck, me again? ! ! !

What do you mean by being born as a sacrifice to the Lord? I was born to be mine, what does it have to do with you! What does it have to do with your perverted murderer master! You didn't give birth to me and you didn't raise me, how dare you say such a thing!

And! I've had enough! Why am I always involved with these weird things? Can't she just live a normal life, meet normal people, and live a normal life?

She was so angry that she had a headache, but now she had to bow her head under the eaves. She forced a smile and asked, "What do you mean by waiting for me for fifteen years? The archbishop said this as if he had guessed that I would definitely come to Satted..."

The reason why she appeared in Antonio's house was completely unexpected. Even if she had not traveled through time, she should be in the palace now, under the protection of Claude. Even if she had traveled through time, if there had not been the black magician, she should have been studying at Carter's College. And with her previous attitude towards Hawke, she would never have taken the initiative to come to Satted if nothing serious had happened.

So, how did this archbishop predict that he would appear here fifteen years in advance?

"I remember telling Your Highness that my fourth brother is a gifted magician. Why can't he predict the future?" Wednesday replied with a smile.

Predicting the future? Why does it sound so familiar...

Helia's eyes suddenly widened. She remembered that it was the Tanasha family that was consuming lifespans to spy on the future!

Archbishop Qi Qi is actually from the Tanasha family? Based on his ability to see what will happen fifteen years later, he must be a rare genius in the main family. Not to mention that her time travel has changed the fate of the original owner, which can only be done by order, and he can see her future traces beyond the power of order...

No wonder the Morogen religion has not been extinct until now, it turns out that there is such a powerful archbishop supporting it...

"Haha, speaking of extraordinary talents, Archbishop, your disguise skills are among the best in the world. Even my uncle can imitate him. If one day, will you even be able to imitate my father?" Helia sneered.

The Bishop smiled kindly in response on Wednesday. "After decades of disuse, the craftsmanship has become rusty. Didn't Your Highness see some clues at the time?"

"Alas - if Your Highness had not been so smart and cautious, I might not have been able to deceive you."

Damn! Helia finally figured out how she was drugged. After all, she didn't see any smoke, didn't smell any strange smell, and didn't eat anything she shouldn't have. How could she have fainted for no reason? It turned out that he predicted her movements and let her jump into the pit!

"Yes, he deliberately didn't light the lights to make me alert. I went to light the lamp mixed with drugs myself, and I inhaled the aroma wafting from the burning lamp oil at close range. He knew I was cautious and would not light only one lamp, so the amount of drugs put in each lamp was very small and I would not notice it." If Helia hadn't had her hands tied at this moment, she would definitely applaud Wednesday. It was really an amazing show. It would be even better if the unlucky guy who was targeted was not herself.

Wednesday's disguise skills were indeed not as good as before. In the past, when he disguised himself as someone else to sneak in, even the person next to him could hardly detect it. But this time, the person he was imitating was the famous Hawke, who was the commander-in-chief of the North and was really unpredictable. Even if Wednesday tried hard to copy him one-to-one, there were still slight flaws.

So he simply used the dim darkness to cover up his flaws, and Helia, out of caution and influenced by the evil goddess, rejected darkness from the bottom of her heart. So even if she found something wrong with him, she would choose to light a lamp for final confirmation because she was unsure.

But this was Wednesday's trap. Although the amount of incense emitted by each oil lamp was small, it accumulated over time and she inhaled it without realizing it. He then used topics that interested her, such as Ian Hill, Claude and Madeline, to delay time. It must be said that in order to play the role of Hawke well, Wednesday really learned a lot, and even the look of him lecturing her was very realistic.

But he had revealed his hand in the matter of Claude and Madeline, but it was too late now. Even if Helia noticed something was wrong, the drug had already started to take effect.

Thus, Wednesday completed his stage performance and made a perfect ending.

"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness. Next time I will appear in front of the world in a more perfect disguise." Wednesday smiled, "Of course, it's a pity that you can't witness my grand performance with your own eyes."

"I have played many people in my life, men, women, rich, poor, noble, commoner, all kinds of people." Wednesday continued, "But I have never played someone as perfect as Her Royal Highness the Princess. It should be very interesting, right?"

"How about you guess, Your Highness, how long will it take Claude to find out that his precious daughter has been replaced?"

Helia: Why do you want to take over her identity again? Why? Before, an Adalaxi wanted to take over my body, and now another cult member wants to directly replace her. Is she such a hot commodity? Huh?

"I guess, if you dare to show up in front of my father, you will be killed without a complete corpse!" Helia said this cruel word, and her hands tied behind her back suddenly broke free from the ropes. Without hesitation, she punched Wednesday who was very close to her, hitting his nose bridge, making a "crack" sound of bone fracture.

Then she bent down and rushed like a wild bull, crashing straight into Wednesday's stomach and knocking him flying, but at the same time she fell to the ground because of her unstable center of balance.

Just two times, Helia felt her heart begin to ache, she really hated her weak body now. But she still endured the pain, quickly cut the rope that bound her feet with the porcelain pieces she had been holding in her hand, quickly climbed up, and while Wednesday was still in pain, kicked him hard in the stomach several times, and finally kicked him in the head with the force of a football shot, directly kicking him into the wall, without a sound.

"Fuck..." Helia bent over and grabbed her left chest tightly. She was sweating all over the pain. She took a few breaths slowly to calm down, then walked to Wednesday who seemed to have lost consciousness, squatted down and felt for the key on him, intending to rescue Ian Hill next door as well.

Wednesday probably didn't expect Helia to suddenly attack. He didn't know much about Helia, and he had been pretending to be an old man with leg problems for more than ten years, which had become a habit. His reaction speed was much slower than before, which gave Helia an opportunity to take advantage of him.

"Your Highness Helia, are you okay?" Ian Hill witnessed the whole process of Helia's fight. You know what, the power of her punches and kicks was obviously learned. You can't judge a person by his appearance...

"It's okay, wait a moment." Helia touched Wednesday's body with disgust, and finally took out a bunch of keys from his lower back pocket.

In order to prevent this guy from waking up suddenly, Helia used sharp porcelain pieces to hit his wrists and ankles, intending to bleed him to death, and picked up the rope she had just cut to tie up the archbishop.

This man was also arrogant, and just like Helia when she went to see Hawke, both came alone, so one was kidnapped and ended up here, while the other was counterattacked and waited to be bled to death.

Helia bit her lower lip, endured the pain and walked out of the cell, went to the next door, and tried the keys one by one. In the end, none of them were correct. She was so angry that she kicked the rusty railing, took out her wand and melted the lock.

"Help me keep watch for a while. I have something to discuss with the archbishop." Helia said as she untied Ianhill.

"But isn't he unconscious?" Ian Hill asked puzzledly. He shook his hands, which were tied up for too long, and his blood circulation was blocked, so he felt a little numb.

Helia waved her wand and replied, "Go into his head and talk. Don't let anyone disturb us."

Ian Hill nodded and replied with a smile: "Okay."

The reason why Helia didn't use magic to kill Wednesday directly was so that she could use magic to pry open his brain and see what happened twelve years ago. If it weren't for the clues, she would have killed this guy long ago.

Of course, in order to prevent the other party from having any tricks up their sleeves, she deliberately used physical means to deal with Wednesday. Magic was her trump card, and at least before she knew the specific situation of this place, she would try not to expose it.

Ian Hill went to guard the door at the end of the corridor. Helia returned to her cell and squatted in front of Wednesday, who was soaked in blood. She took out her wand and pointed it at his head. She muttered a spell, closed her eyes and forced her consciousness into the other's mind.

Helia learned this magic from the magic book given by Brahiri. If the other party did not need to track down the black magician, Helia would definitely ask this almighty ninth-level magician to teach her personally. This was her first time using magic related to consciousness and memory. Normally, she could not use the people around her for experiments. Now that a big villain was delivered to her door, she would not waste it.

Helia opened her eyes again and was already standing in the sea of ​​consciousness of Cardinal Wednesday in the form of consciousness. It was pitch black around her, except for a door in front of her that emitted a faint white light. This must be the entrance to the other party's sea of ​​consciousness.

She took a step forward, put her hand on the door handle, took a deep breath, and then slowly pressed down, slowly pushing open a crack. Because she was invading in the form of consciousness, if she was attacked in the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, her consciousness would also be damaged, so she stepped back a little cautiously, stretched out her foot against the door and pushed it forward, then quickly stepped back.

Inside was a sea of ​​consciousness where memory fragments floated as described in the book. Unlike the black outside the door, inside was pure white. The contrast between the two formed a huge contrast.

Helia couldn't use magic in her sea of ​​consciousness, so she took every step very carefully. The memory fragments around her showed various colors, and she couldn't know the content before touching them.

But according to the book and what Brahili said, the more important the memory, the deeper it is usually hidden. If Wednesday had not lied to her before, then the death of his eldest brother on Monday twelve years ago must have had a great impact on him and was definitely a more important memory, so she avoided the random floating memory fragments in front of her and walked straight into the depths.

Because Wednesday is a master of disguise, his memory is very complex and rich. It can be said that his sea of ​​consciousness contains the memories of all the people he has played. In order to play a person well, he must understand the person's entire life experience and figure out the person's personality. With a master-level level like Wednesday, this cannot be done if the brain capacity is not enough.

Helia finally stopped in front of a very rich black memory fragment. This was the fragment hidden in the deepest part of Wednesday's memory. Regardless of whether it was the one Helia wanted to find, it was definitely the most important memory of him.

She raised her hand, touched the memory fragment, closed her eyes, and absorbed her consciousness into it.

When she opened her eyes again, she appeared beside a busy street with a dark and damp alley behind her. She looked down at her hands, which seemed to be transparent. She tried to touch the people passing by her, but found that they passed through her palms.