readytorunbook Chapter 145 Hermes, the Land of Deception, Part 7
Chapter 145 Hermes, the Land of Deception, Part 7
It should be about time.
Qiqiharna looked at the pocket watch in her hand, and when its hands pointed in the direction she had planned, she decided to take action.
“There shouldn’t be any problem, right?” Constantine asked from beside her.
"With this magical artifact, I've hunted quite a few prey," Qiqiharna said confidently. "Although this is the first time I've hunted a witch, she's still nothing to fear."
“What if—they recognize the function of this magical artifact?” Constantine asked.
"Hehe, so you recognized it. Do you think my plan is that simple?" Qiqiharna said confidently. "That thing is just a smokescreen. I have more faith in my own magic than in that magical artifact."
Seeing Qiqiharna's confidence, Constantine nodded in agreement.
The two quickly approached their destination. With Qiqiharna's reconnaissance magic, they easily pinpointed the target's location. At the same time, they could see that the Eye of Achilles was in the gray-haired witch's pocket.
"My things aren't so easy to take," Qiqiharna laughed. Once she was close enough to her target, she began chanting the incantation to activate the curse contained within the cursed gem.
Anyone carrying the gem during that time will be affected, but since neither Ziqiharna nor Constantine have been near the Eye of Achilles recently, it won't affect them.
Once you fall into a deep sleep, your consciousness will be as if it has been dragged into another world, and you won't wake up even if you are whipped.
For those with neurasthenia-related mental illnesses, they might never wake up again.
As expected, after Qiqiharna activated the cursed gem, the gray-haired witch began to feel dizzy and unsteady.
It worked!
Qiqiharna then looked at the man next to the gray-haired witch.
In her eyes, Qin seemed to have already collapsed to one side—was it that easy? I still have a backup plan.
If it were really that simple, then she would be very disappointed.
A game with only a happy ending loses its soul if it lacks the process of playing.
"Go scout ahead—" Qiqiharna ordered.
"I'm going to scout ahead? Really?" Constantine asked doubtfully. "Didn't they already fall?"
"It's always good to be prepared for anything. The person Mother values so highly wouldn't be this simple. Don't worry, I'll give you all the reward after this job is done," Qiqiharna said with a smile.
“Really!” Constantine immediately agreed, then stepped out of the area where Qiqiharna had cast a spell to hide and gradually approached the two unconscious people.
"Phew—they really seem to be asleep," Constantine confirmed. No matter how close he got, the two who were fast asleep didn't react at all.
Constantine grew bolder and reached directly for the cursed gem in Elena's pocket—"Return it to its rightful owner, and all your valuables will be mine."
This is fraud.
It's not just reflected in words.
Don't worry, I'll leave you some clothes so you won't look inappropriate when you go out. See how considerate I am?
After retrieving the cursed gem, Constantine continued to reach into Elena's other pockets, trying to pull out something valuable.
But they discovered that this poor guy had nothing to offer.
“Tch, so poor,” Constantine said, then slowly walked toward the piano.
He then skillfully reached into the violin's pocket, but his hand was stuck halfway up in the air.
Constantine found his hand being tightly clamped behind his back by another hand, and Qin, who had been lying on the side, was now staring at him with her eyes open.
"Haha, you really don't sleep well." Constantine used a smile to defuse the awkward situation.
“That’s right—playing hard to get, that’s what makes it interesting—that’s what makes someone worthy of being my opponent.” Qiqiharna, who was hiding in the shadows, was not surprised at all when she saw Qin suddenly grab Constantine; on the contrary, she was even more delighted.
Immediately, she began chanting another trap she had laid on the harp long ago—a trap she had secretly planted when she challenged and provoked it. Normally, this undeveloped seed of magic would have no effect.
But once it goes through specific steps to stimulate it, the seed will sprout.
The so-called specific steps refer to magical artifacts infused with one's own magical power.
After being repeatedly exposed to the magical power emanating from the magical artifact—waiting for the seed to germinate and then be activated by oneself—anyone would collapse in an instant.
In other words, the Eye of Achilles that is on display is just a facade; its true purpose is to nurture and cultivate the magical seed that he left on the harp.
This is fraud.
By employing a mix of deception and reality, they conceal their true intentions, making it difficult for even those who know their ultimate goal to guard against them.
However, after Qiqiharna finished chanting the incantation to activate the seed of magic, the harp response she had imagined did not occur.
Instead, my head started to feel dizzy.
How could this be? When did I get infected?
But after only a few seconds of thinking, my thoughts began to come to a standstill, as if any points of collision in my mind were stuck together by some kind of viscous substance and could not move.
Sleepiness began to wash over me like a tidal wave.
In a daze, she saw the Eye of Achilles that Constantine had taken out shining.
The gray-haired witch who had fallen had already stood up, her gaze turning towards him with considerable displeasure, even though he had previously concealed his position with a spell.
She had actually activated the Eye of Achilles, and it had then cast a curse on itself. How could this be? When did it acquire this function?
She then collapsed to the ground.
After she fell to the ground, the area of concealment she had created with her spell dissipated, and her figure was naturally exposed to everyone's view.
"Qiqiharna." Constantine looked at the unconscious Qiqiharna and panicked.
You said you had a backup plan, why did you go to sleep first?
“A mere trifle,” Elena said. “As an apology, hand over your most valuable possessions. After all, we are doing this according to the customs of your kingdom.”
"My lords, could you please leave me my underwear?" Constantine said with a smile.
“Of course you can, after all, I’m very kind. Even though you’re poor.” Elena was still bothered by Constantine’s earlier assessment of her.
“I surrender, I surrender! Sir, please have mercy and loosen your grip, it hurts a lot,” Constantine said with a grin. “I’m just an ordinary person with no magic, just here to assist Qiqiharna. That damned woman has caused me so much trouble; I only attacked you because of her advice. I just wanted to pay back my debt.”