The Witch's Imaginary Land: Redemption Comes After Sticking Together

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Oh no, this world probably has more than one problem; there's a deathly aura around us.

Witches are sensitive to death. Jiang Kehan ​​twitched her nose, and the aura of death grew stronger, but it wasn't directed at her.

It seems that every corner is filled with rubble.

“Immortality…it can’t be related to the undead, can it?” Jiang Kehan ​​breathed a sigh of relief as she figured out some of the details of the Bloodstained Blood. “But where exactly is the Bloodstained Blood himself? I hope he’s not deliberately hiding from me.”

She looked toward the most obvious clue, no longer caring whether the gem was a hook left by the other party. She had to make contact with it herself, even if it meant facing the filthy blood directly, it was better than her guesses.

The opponent may have already entered the self-destruction phase, but is only unable to die because of the witch's tenacious life force. If the Bloodstained Blood continues to hide, the mission is basically doomed to failure.

Jiang Kehan ​​instantly teleported to the front carriage, casually knocked out the butler Hall, and stared intently at the green gem.

Magic overflowed from her hand, spreading towards the gem, but just before it made contact, a voice rang out again, filled with endless madness and suppressed laughter, along with a hint of ambiguity, as if it were a murmur.

Do you also yearn for eternal life?

Jiang Kehan ​​felt as if she had been choked, staring wide-eyed at the emerald green gemstone, and couldn't help but take a half step back.

Noticing Jiang Kehan's behavior, the voice seemed troubled, half sighing and half serious as it continued.

"No one would refuse immortality, no one..."

Jiang Kehan ​​stared silently at the gem that had made the sound. The main quest had changed from capturing to rescuing.

Yes, the reason she remained silent was because this gem was actually the remnant soul of the tainted blood, only a soul.

The magic and flesh of the tainted blood have vanished somewhere, and the fact that the other party can speak now is entirely due to the energy transmitted by her magic.

Huff, Jiang Kehan ​​felt a chill run down her spine. She might understand now why the commission described her as being driven mad by other indigenous people.

She tentatively opened her mouth.

Why are you so obsessed with immortality?

Under the influence of Jiang Kehan's magical properties, the tainted blood seemed to regain some of its rationality, and a smile enveloped Jiang Kehan, posing no threat but revealing its inner thoughts.

"You can see for yourself this wonderful silent film."

“Unknown outsiders, my audience.”

Jiang Kehan ​​knew that she had not yet gained the other party's trust, so she simply sat down and asked with curiosity.

"Sure, but may I know your name?"

The other person was silent for a while, seemingly recalling something, or perhaps making it up.

“My name is Solita Dagnas.”

“You can call me Jiang Kehan. We are the same kind of people, truly the same kind of people. There’s no need to be so wary.”

To be honest, the tainted blood of the soul had almost abandoned all sources of its power, and Jiang Kehan ​​had become the one protecting the other.

She tried to use her magic to pull the other person out of the sculpture, but was met with resistance.

"You can't move me, Kehan." The voice was low and deep, with a hint of suppressed madness.

“I am the protagonist of this mime, the jewel representing immortality. If I leave, the mime will not be able to continue.”

Jiang Kehan ​​was in a bit of a predicament. She wasn't very interested in the mime the other person was talking about, but given the other person's situation, it would probably be easy for them to commit suicide and escape.

For witches, souls are unnecessary; only magic exists, and new souls can grow at any time.

Instead, she abandoned the idea of ​​directly arresting the other party and went along with what she said.

"what about me?"

Solita hesitated for a while before slowly speaking.

"Now that you have a fake identity, use that identity to keep watching. I hope you'll like the ending, hahaha."

"Is this considered our agreement?" Jiang Kehan ​​pressed her advantage.

Solita was stunned again. Her memory of the promise was very vague. She only remembered that someone else had made a promise with her.

But then what happened? Then...

Solita spoke calmly, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible sorrow.

"If you think it counts, then so be it."

"Kehan, I'm giving you a chance. Once you know the secret behind the puppet story, I'm willing to meet you in my true form."

"You will understand everything."

Jiang Kehan ​​didn't quite understand the other party's intentions, but it was too much to ask her to guess what a madman was thinking.

What she excels at is exchanging sincerity for sincerity.

"Okay, I believe you. I'll head back now." Jiang Kehan ​​needed to sort out her situation, so she said goodbye and disappeared back to her car.

She felt a little scared; judging from the other party's attitude, they probably knew she was coming from the moment she met Dave.

I hate witches from the Magic Weaving School... Jiang Kehan ​​has reverted to her young lady demeanor, and now she and Wuxue have completely lost their sovereignty.

Her power posed no threat to the other party, and the other party's current state couldn't corrupt her either. She could only wait and see what tricks the other party was going to play.

The gem that remained in the carriage only emitted a sound so low it was almost an illusion.

"Believe it or not..."

Chapter 107 The Hidden Threads

When Jiang Kehan ​​returned to her carriage, people outside were dismantling the makeshift wooden planks that had been erected.

It looks like they've packed up and are ready to leave.

Ed stood with his hands on his hips, urging the servants around him to be aware of the situation. These people were all unaware of the truth and had been tricked into coming by him and the steward with the lord's orders, which put him at ease.

However, he was naturally suspicious and unwilling to overlook any detail that might lead to failure.

“Be careful. If something goes wrong, the lord will hold you accountable not only for yourselves, but also for your families.”

Ed was displeased to see that the servants were being careless and spoke with a cold face.

The others quickly lowered their heads and sped up, which made his complexion look much better.

After seeing that everyone else had finished getting ready, Ed specifically called out to Jiang Kehan ​​in the carriage to prevent the young lady from causing trouble again: "Miss, we're about to depart. Be prepared to hold on tight to the handrails, the carriage isn't very stable."

Jiang Kehan ​​put the projected doll back into her personal space, used the fan in her hand to push open the curtain, and waved to the outside.

"I understand, let's go."

A shadowy glint flashed in Ed's eyes. In his mind, these nobles who could order him around at will deserved to die, especially those who treated him with what they thought was kindness, which infuriated him even more.

However, he was able to achieve his plan entirely because of his decades-long, consistent pretense, and this time was no exception.

Ed was very cheerful, laughing heartily a few times before helping the others carry large boxes of supplies, just like an upright knight.

However, the man he helped was somewhat terrified.

Jiang Kehan ​​coldly withdrew her gaze. At this moment, she was no longer afraid of being detected by the Bloodstained Blood for using magic. She officially spread her magic out to explore her surroundings.

Ed and the others' little tricks didn't escape her notice, but she was more concerned about something else.

How did Solita go mad? Why was she so obsessed with dolls and immortality...?

Jiang Kehan ​​didn't intend to just watch as a spectator; that wouldn't save the other person.

If you fall into a madman's rhythm, then you're not far from losing everything.

In particular, the trust between the two sides exists only in a very fragile balance.

Phew, the current clues are mainly focused on "immortality," "dolls," "death," and "soul and flesh." Let me think about what I've overlooked.

She rested the fan on her chin, recalling every detail from the moment she arrived in this world.

She arrived here from the wilderness by following the road, and then she met Dave.

Thinking of this, Jiang Kehan ​​suddenly frowned. If she was not mistaken, Daifu was actually a kind of "doll," otherwise it would be difficult to explain the other party's physical condition.

However, she could swear on her own height that Dave and her mother did not seem to be controlled by anyone, but rather like NPCs on a fixed stage, doing their own thing.

So, is that what puppets and mime mean?

Jiang Kehan ​​had an inspiration: in this era, most people will not leave their hometown, so every place can be seen as a stage.

The people living here, no matter what they say, will not deviate from their own inner logic, so you can see through them simply by looking at their actions.

Just as Solita described it as a silent film, in a way, as long as you have a God's-eye view, it really is a silent film!

God's-eye view...

Jiang Kehan ​​felt the images brought by the magic, her expression was somewhat serious, yet also somewhat incredulous.

If Solita also had this perspective, how could she have the confidence to monitor everything?

No, maybe I've fallen into a misconception... Jiang Kehan ​​realized that perhaps the landing point in this broken space was intentional on the part of the Witch's Organization, rather than being purely random like the Whirlpool Society.

Otherwise, she really couldn't figure out how Solita could monitor the entire shattered space, even though this shattered space was only miniature, it was still the size of a peaceful European country in her previous life.

If that's the case, then why did Solita perform this mime?

Jiang Kehan ​​took out paper and pen, wrote down her thoughts and questions, and finally presented them to her in a clear and intuitive way.

"If immortality is achieved by being transformed into an undead puppet by the other party, then it can explain why there is such a strong aura of death in this world."

Jiang Kehan ​​pondered for a moment, then focused her thoughts once again on the puzzle of the puppet.

"They longed to be puppets, and thus became puppets; so they were pursuing immortality?"

Puppets don't need to eat or drink and can live forever. To others, this is probably what is called immortality, since the concept of undead creatures didn't originally exist in this world.

"Following this logic, it is estimated that Solita's flesh and magic have already attached themselves to these puppets, creating her own undead retinue."

"But why did she throw out her own soul, and why do the normal villagers seem to be blessed rather than cursed?"

Although some questions have been answered, Jiang Kehan ​​is still filled with doubts.

Solita's behavior is too contradictory; she seems to be living obsessively in her own world, trying to prove something.

"No, we have to keep watching to find out why the other person went crazy, otherwise there are too many possibilities."

Jiang Kehan's gaze pierced through the obstacle in front of her, seemingly meeting Solita's eyes.

"Let me see what theme your so-called silent film is trying to express, Solita..."

"I will try to save you as long as there is even the slightest possibility, not only because of the mission, but also because you are a witch."