readytorunbook Chapter 120 The Fool's Puzzle
Chapter 120 The Fool's Puzzle
"The reins are born." In the shadows not far away, the Angela doll had etched everything that had happened into her mind.
The stage she planned came to a perfect end.
And his conjecture was reasonably verified. Sure enough, the switch for that power was emotion. It was caused by the outburst of emotion and also by the closure of emotion—the detour he took many years ago was corrected.
There's not even a need for cleanup, which is truly great news. Otherwise, we'd have to deal with that smug druid.
Although she wasn't afraid of trouble, Angela genuinely disliked complicated things—so it was best if her self-organized stage play could end perfectly like this.
Several years ago, she stumbled upon this wondrous kingdom of objects.
Using the characteristics of her doll, she successfully infiltrated the kingdom. For Angela, mastering the language of objects was also an easy task.
In just a few years, she became one with the things here.
Through her wise decisions, she increased the profits from these items, successfully stimulating their ambition. With ambition comes better control.
She can master it even without using the control magic she is good at.
More powerful than magic is the human heart, which is a better trigger for manipulating actors' actions.
All of this is preparation for the day when I can use it for an acceptance test. Incidentally, it's also a chance to get rid of these arrogant and presumptuous things; keeping them around is always harmful to humanity.
Of course, it's a different story when you use it yourself.
It is their honor to be able to sacrifice themselves for their experiments.
Everything went according to her plan. Through various checks and maneuvers, she managed to get Elena to come to the stage she had prepared in order to avoid the rain.
Then he deliberately let the broom escape so that she could go and inform her.
Of course, everything that Qin and the broom were planning was within Angela's observation.
To prevent her carefully prepared stage play from being ruined, Angela eliminated the broom as a source of unrest. Her mission was over; her only purpose was to inform Jean.
If Elena hadn't carried out the escape plan, Angela would have even considered impersonating Miss Broom to tip off Jean.
Of course, that would have risked exposing her, but fortunately, the real Miss Broom lived up to her mission.
Subsequently, Qin's attack was, of course, within Angela's plan. She went to great lengths to force out Qin's true strength. She thought that she wouldn't need to lift a finger and could rely on the pieces she had cultivated to force out Qin's full power, but she didn't expect that she would still have to give Qin a final push.
However, Angela did not interfere after that.
Since this is the final acceptance stage of the experiment, it would be bad to interfere further and affect the experiment.
Therefore, Elena's search for Jean, and the fact that Jean is completely controlled by the demon, are all experimental results that Angela hopes to observe through this experimental field.
She didn't interfere, because the result of interference might not be the truth.
The final experimental results perfectly matched her expectations, and the entire experiment truly represented a milestone for her. She had accomplished one of the tasks—the reins and the catalyst—and she saw that she could finally complete the project she had painstakingly worked towards in her lifetime.
If it weren't for her own tuberculosis, she would have liked to celebrate by drinking vodka like those alcoholics in Beatrice.
What if we fail?
If she fails, she will deal with the harp, who has become a complete druid's prisoner; she has already prepared a backup plan for how to do so.
As the druid said, humans are better at cheating than demons, and Jean is unwilling to accept defeat—Angela is certainly unwilling as well.
As for Elena, she will certainly sacrifice herself as well.
But as part of an experiment, sacrifices are sacrifices; an experiment without results is worthless.
Although Angela and the mad professor Slater disagreed on many issues, they were surprisingly in agreement on experimental research.
This is her, the web of threads arranged by the Fool Angela.
A stage play that had been prepared long ago for Qin.
If the lead role doesn't meet her requirements, she'll choose another lead role to reprise the role, hoping to see the play end in her lifetime.
If she doesn't live to see it, another fool will take her place and continue this unfinished experiment.
But that's not something Angela can worry about.
She was confident in predicting everything that would happen before her death, but she couldn't guarantee what would happen after her death—that would be handled by someone else, and everyone should just focus on their area of expertise.
Sweet dreams.
Angela slowly left. This experimental site was no longer of any value, and she needed to prepare for the next step of the experiment.
……
After sleeping for who knows how many days, Elena finally opened her eyes again, the sun shining brightly on her face.
Irene rarely marveled at how good it was to be alive. She subconsciously stretched, only to find that her muscles ached so much that she felt like she wasn't even herself anymore.
I'm so tired.
And I was so thirsty; I hadn't slept for days.
Then, Elena instinctively took the water offered to her, took a sip, and said, "Thank you."
Huh? Where did this water come from?
Oh, so Qin woke up early.
"Are you alright?" Elena asked.
"Should I answer that I'm not fine? My body is about to fall apart," Qin said.
"It's better than death." Elena put the water away. "Is there anything else that's bothering you?"
“If it were Him, you wouldn’t be talking to me like that.”
That’s right…
Oh right, is there something I've forgotten?
This kind of thing seems to be quite important.
Oh right—the broom—my broom—Irena, with a slightly unsteady gait, went to search for her broom in the city. Fortunately, she didn't have to search for long before she found the dusty, grimy broom.
The magic that Elena had used on the broom had long been exhausted, and now it was just an ordinary broom.
"Thank you for your hard work." Elena wiped the broom clean and put it away.
Everything seemed like a nightmare—but the scorched earth constantly reminded Elena that it wasn't a dream.
and……
"Your hair...can't it be restored?" Elena asked.
Qin's hair was still pale—pale even more so than Elena's gray hair, giving her a sickly appearance.
“Not everything is reversible—there’s always a price to pay for mistakes,” Qin said.
The demon's magic is fueled by reason and lifespan—having used so many incomprehensible spells, hair color is merely a harbinger of a person's impending decay.
If it were anyone else, so recklessly absorbing the power of life, they would have been dried up long ago. In this respect, Qin is truly quite unique.
"Don't use magic anymore," Elena said.
After a moment of silence.
"it is good."