Secret: The Witch's House Traitor

"This is a gift for you."

"Miss Hall" nodded in approval, and took out a crystal clear gem and placed it on the table.

Audrey looked over subconsciously, and was suddenly startled. When she looked over, it seemed that a vertical eye in the gem also turned over and looked at her.

"Mr. Lover... Is this a sealed item?"

Audrey had not expected that her "lover" would use a seal as a gift. This gift combined with the divination just now gave her a bad feeling.

"The Eye of Truth, corresponding to the Sequence 9 Peeping Secrets, has the ability to see through illusions, see the truth, and discern the spiritual light."

"It was originally a pair, and I'm giving one of them to you."

"Its owner was able to see the truth during his lifetime, but was obsessed with the virtual world."

Audrey looked at the "eye of truth" that seemed to be rotating and observing the surroundings. She suddenly regretted asking this question. Was it originally a pair? A pair of what? A pair of eyes?

The excitement that arose in the girl's heart because of the duel quickly faded away.

Chapter 452 "Psychotherapy Methods"

"you lose."

The "lover" said calmly as he looked at Miss "Justice" who was about to "give" Susie to him.

There were two pieces of parchment on the table.

Records the arrangement order of two sets of Tarot cards.

The order of the twelve cards recorded by "Lovers" was wrong for five of them.

It was fair game for him, with no resistance to the hypnotist's influence.

Audrey recorded the order of the tarot cards, but 6 of the twelve cards were wrong.

"Almost."

"Justice" Audrey felt a little aggrieved and unwilling when she saw the final result.

If she hadn't received some rare little gifts, she would have probably wanted to cry at this moment.

Mr. Lover is really going too far!

When fortune-telling, I always try to influence her emotions in various ways without breaking the rules.

He is not a gentleman at all!

You actually treated me as an enemy who needed your full strength to deal with!

Audrey thought so, and her originally gloomy mood became cheerful again.

Under the same sequence, Mr. Lover can't defeat her without using tactics?

"Can we remove the hypnosis?"

The "lover" wanted to open the folding fan, but found that his fan was already with Audrey, so he could only say helplessly.

"of course can."

Miss Justice, who was willing to accept defeat, readily lifted the hypnosis. At the same time, her hypnosis was also lifted. Her expression then became subtle again, and her cheeks bulged unconsciously!

The order of the cards in her memory was actually completely correct!

The "lover" did not confuse her memory, but only hypnotized her at certain points. He did not modify her memory and common sense, allowing her to change the correct order by herself through her familiarity with hypnosis and spiritual intuition!

"Mr. Lover, we said it was like hypnosis, but you're playing psychological warfare?"

A hypnotist, who had been battling wits and courage with himself for a long time and finally pushed himself into a trap, glared with some shame and anger at his "lover" who was lying on the table and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

"Mr. Lover went to the Gray Mist to provide psychological treatment to Mr. World?"

"So fast?"

Audrey saw that her "lover" had fallen asleep in the same appearance as before. She glanced at the time and felt even more dissatisfied. She had lost the duel, and her chance to heal Mr. "World" was gone. She had also revealed such a private matter without Mr. "World's" knowledge!

"Although Mr. Lover's healing ability is better than mine and he is more familiar with Mr. World, he can better help Mr. World and solve the problems Mr. World faces."

"But I still can't forgive Mr. "Lover" just like that."

Audrey took a deep breath and carefully poked her "lover" on the cheek. This situation gave Audrey the feeling of poking herself. After confirming that her "lover" did not react, the girl decided to take revenge. She lifted up the face that was lying on the table and helped him to stand in front of her dressing mirror.

But when she looked at the mirror herself, she was so scared that she loosened her grip and almost let the body of her "lover" fall to the ground. It turned out that in the mirror, the "lover" appeared to be "justice", while the reflection of "justice" was the appearance of her lover.

Miss Justice touched her face with some fear, and even clasped her arms around herself. After sensing some familiar parts, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she looked around guiltily. After confirming that she was the only one in the room, Justice looked at the dressing mirror with a gleam in her eyes.

...

Above the gray fog, inside the magnificent and ancient palace.

The "lover" looked around and immediately saw a small room on the side, with a mottled door slightly ajar but not closed.

"Didn't Miss Justice say that... there was only one ancient confessional?"

The “lover” was puzzled. Did Klein repair the “soundproof wall”?

Does he really not trust himself?

I promised I wouldn't peek!

The "lover" entered the room with a little resentment and closed the mottled door.

When he temporarily exchanged fates with Miss Justice, he had already read the follow-up report of The World. Audrey had originally diagnosed him as recovered, but maybe because of the stimulation of Yuanbao, he was sick again...

It doesn't matter. The "lover" is specifically responsible for cleaning up the mess after the trouble-making Yuanbao. The two of them can calm down the mind, and if that doesn't work, give him electrotherapy. What mental problem can't be cured?

In the fairly spacious dark room, the "lover" leaned against the wall where there was obviously someone behind him, and slowly descended, kneeling down with his legs diagonally.

In the calm and peaceful atmosphere, he adjusted himself and spoke in a brisk tone, using the appearance, voice, and demeanor of Miss Justice:

"Good evening, Mr. World~"

Before he finished speaking, the spiritual intuition of the "lover" had already sensed the surface state of the other's mind and body, which is commonly known as emotions, or moods.

Gloomy, low, confused, depressed, and without interest in anything… However, after hearing this cheerful greeting, the mood of the “world” did improve a little.

The "lover" casually threw a "comfort" over.

"Good evening, Miss Justice."

With the help of the "noble girl" psychologist and professional-level "mental comfort", the dark clouds in Gehrman Sparrow's heart dissipated a lot, and he finally spoke hoarsely.

"I'm curious about what you've been through lately, it seems like there have been too many.

“Don’t think about other things, let’s just talk first, just chat like friends.

"If you're interested in my life, I'd also like to share some interesting things."

"Lover" speaks as if he is chatting with a friend. He maintains a light tone, revealing a purity and vitality that has not been contaminated by the world.

"Are you troubled about anything?"

The "world" on the other side of the wall was silent for a moment and asked.

"There are many."

"Mr. Lover and Mr. World are growing too fast. Although I am also growing very fast, I still feel unwilling and stressed. However, my knowledge of mysticism tells me that I can't be impatient. If I am too impatient, I will tend to lose control."

"In fact, I am very worried that if I fail to become a Sequence 5 Beyonder, I will gradually be marginalized in the Tarot Club. Although I have joined the Psychological Alchemy Society, the help it can provide to the Tarot Club does not seem to be very great. I do not have the special channels and backgrounds that Mr. Lover, Ms. Hermit, Mr. Sun, and Mr. Moon have..."

The "lover" began to confide his troubles in detail, and for a moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he came to provide psychological treatment to the "world". However, as the "lover" confided, the gloomy mood of "the world" which seemed to have lost interest in the world subsided again. It seemed that he had a lot to complain about, but due to his identity as a "patient" and his lost emotions, he could only keep it all in his heart.

"You have obtained information about giant dragons from the Sun, so you should have some understanding of the Fantasy Dragon.

"If, I mean if, you found out that your father, mother, and brothers were all imagined by the Angel King of the Audience Path and did not actually exist, how would you react?"

Ah...this question...can I slay the dragon of fantasy before answering it?

This answer subconsciously emerged in the "lover's" mind.

"You seem to have witnessed the death of a hope."

"Lover" said meaningfully.

"Ha~"

"If you become the Imagination Dragon, your lost family members may reappear in Imagination, but you are not sure if this is the right path, and you don't know what it will bring. What do you think?"

"The World" laughed at himself and continued to ask in a self-deprecating manner.

"Mr. World, I don't know what a difficult decision you are facing."

"But I think the right path should be persisted, and the wrong path may need to be corrected."

"If you think something makes sense and doesn't hurt anyone, try to do it."

"I think...even if it's like what you said before, that my family is just imaginary, and their feelings for me are directed by others, but I still feel what kind of family love is what I desire most. If it can be recovered, I want to recover what I have lost. If it cannot be recovered, I want to pass on the family love I feel. How my parents love me, I also hope to be able to love others in the same way. Maybe my parents are fake, but if I pass on the love they give me, then is this love real?"

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. World. These words may not be able to provide you with much help, because I have not specifically experienced the despair you describe, but I think if you need help, we may be able to provide you with help. If we can't help you, then please believe that there are still some things we can do, even if they are just some insignificant things, that is not a reason for us not to lend a helping hand and take action."

The voice coming from the other side of the wall gradually became firmer, as if carrying a kind of innocence and naivety that hope will surely come as long as you believe in hope and don't give up hope.

The “world” found it somewhat amusing to hear such “childish” words from the “girl”.

He really wanted to tell Miss Justice that for many things, results will not be achieved just because you don’t give up or work hard.

But he didn't say so. There was a hint of vitality and enthusiasm in his tone. Was he, a guy in his twilight years, really qualified to teach him a lesson?

As long as you don't give up hope, hope always exists.

Such a naive idea...

"Mr. World, if you really feel that life is tiring and painful, then how about taking a break for a while? Get away from what you are busy with now, don't wear a thick mask all the time, find a place with not too many people or where you don't need to maintain social interaction, even if it's just to listen to a concert. You can close your eyes, blend into the crowd, and just be yourself. At least before the music ends, no one and nothing will disturb you, and you can relax your mind."

The "lover" threw out one "spiritual comfort" after another, and at the same time expressed his concern in an increasingly gentle voice.

The past cannot be recalled, but the past is not without meaning.

The loved ones from the past can never be found again, so pass on the love and warmth they gave you.

Someone once gave his life to save you, so when you stand at the next crossroads of fate, lend a helping hand to another person in need and pass on this hard-earned luck.

"Mr. World, what is your favorite food?"

When the World fell silent, Hermann suddenly heard this question. He relaxed and answered subconsciously:

"Sweet ice tea, Dixie pie, and all kinds of goodies."

"World" Hermann reacted quickly. He braked in time and did not reveal the fact that he was actually a foodie with all tastes.

A suppressed chuckle came from the other side of the wall, and "World" German rubbed his face helplessly.

He is not picky about food, so what's the problem?

"Mr. World, in addition to reducing psychological burdens through conversation, psychotherapy should also be combined with other ways to relax. After today's treatment, I hope that Mr. World can follow my instructions and reward yourself with a meal of your favorite food. This may bring you some good mood."

"Well, to thank Mr. World for his trust in me, and to express my apologies for not being able to help much."

"I will ask Mr. Fool to offer 100 pounds to you later. Please ask Mr. World to prescribe the medicine according to the "prescription" I gave you."

A slightly apologetic voice came from the other side of the wall.

"No need."

"I still have enough money for a meal."

"World" Herman shook his head and chuckled. He felt much more relaxed. Just like Miss Justice said, if it does not harm others and if you think what you do is meaningful, then even if you don't necessarily want to do this, you don't have to be completely passive.

If he really becomes a fool, or even if he can only become an angel, then he just needs to try his best. No matter what, if he feels helpless, it will never be wrong to make himself stronger quickly.

Of course, he would not accept the 100 pounds from Miss Justice.

Although he is poor, he doesn't need this little money.

"Mr. World donated all his shares worth 15,000 pounds to the church for charity. As a member of the scholarship foundation, I can't provide any effective help to Mr. World. Am I going to be rejected just because I want Mr. World to reward me?"

"Mr. World, do you know?"

“The education aid foundation you supported has helped realize the dreams of many children in the East District.”

"I even felt a little ashamed when accepting the thanks from those children, because the person who should be thanked the most is not here at this moment. It is you who gave these children hope, and I also hope that you can believe in hope."

The worried and encouraging voice of the "girl" was like a warm current that moistened the heart of "World" Hermann.

“The World” suddenly discovered that its life was not all gloomy.

At least compared to those people in the East District who were in dire straits, he seemed to be lucky.