Chapter 1197: Chapter 368 Witch Lanlingster_2 Chapter 1197: Chapter 368 Witch Lanlingster_2 He didn’t detect any genuine displeasure from Sophia Jones, his thoughts adrift to who knows where.
And by a strange coincidence, the old antique phonograph on the dresser suddenly began to emit a lodious and gentle dance tune.
Leonard Churchill saw nothing amiss and suddenly made a decision on a whim.
As naturally as he had in the ordinary train carriage before, he wrapped one arm around Sophia Jones’s waist and asked, “Aunt Jones, shall we dance?”
A flickering light overflowed from the depths of Sophia Jones’s eyes, and she glanced at him without refusal, instead inquiring, “What suddenly put you in the mood?”
Leonard Churchill didn’t answer, simply smiled and gently pulled her closer, and the two began to dance closely together in the carriage.
In the mont of the turn, neither of them had any idea that sothing eerie was about to occur.
In the mirror, “Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones” did not turn.
“They” looked at the two people in the room and revealed a wickedly charming smile.
…
The rhythm of the dance was smooth and the lighting grew dimr.
Leonard Churchill, holding Sophia Jones in his arms, danced to the beat with slow and deliberate steps.
The room wasn’t large, and neither were their dance steps, their feet pressing softly upon the plush carpet.
It was an intimate dance by nature, with most of their bodies pressed close together.
Previously in the ordinary carriage, it was a matter of circumstance—his posture had been correct, yet it lacked a certain romantic atmosphere.
Now in the private compartnt with just the two of them, unseen by others, certain thoughts suddenly escaped their confines without concern for propriety.
Sophia Jones had a voluptuous figure, and wherever their skin touched, it gave a delectably soft sensation that seed to seep into his bones.
As the dance continued, their bodies moved in ti with the rhythm.
At so point, the hand Leonard Churchill had placed on Sophia Jones’s waist began to drift down, softly caressing her shapely curves.
Ah… he had to admit, the feel was truly exquisite.
Through the smooth silk of her cheongsam, a deeply satisfying fullness pressed against his fingers.
With a light touch, Leonard Churchill could even discern the outline of her intimate undergarnts.
That touch only increased his desire to explore further.
Leonard Churchill was captivated.
Sophia Jones’s beautiful face was buried beside his ear, silent, as if tacitly permitting his slight audacity.
Without words between them, the atmosphere was as warm and entrancing as their dance steps.
…
The dance music played on without end.
It seed a long while had passed.
Suddenly, Leonard Churchill’s eyes cleared from their bemused haze.
Having understood, it was ti to act.
While still dancing with Sophia Jones pressed against him, he suddenly turned his head to look into the mirror and caught his own reflection’s eye.
Leonard Churchill abruptly spoke, “I’m quite curious, if this isn’t a spell of seduction, then what kind of technique is it?”
At these words, the expression of “Leonard Churchill” in the mirror instantly changed to one of surprise.
It knew its spell had been seen through and couldn’t hide its astonishnt as it asked, “How did you discover ?”
The voice sounded like that of a young child.
Leonard Churchill looked at his “own” astonished face in the mirror, had a sudden realization, and smiled faintly to himself, thinking, “Indeed, it is an Artifact Spirit, huh.”
He explained, “From the mont I entered the room, I was already on guard. Considering it’s the Family Head of the White Family’s compartnt, it certainly wouldn’t be as obvious a trap as the notebook. If there were any arrangents, they would have been activated the mont an intruder was detected, and I would have been ensnared instantly. There are hardly any furnishings in this compartnt…”
Still puzzled, the “Leonard Churchill” in the mirror asked in an obviously immature and confused voice, “So, you found just like that?”
“Yes,” he affird.
Leonard Churchill wore a confident expression and continued, “Moreover, I have an Artifact Spirit too. It said it has t you.”
The God-stealing Ring had always been a token of the Family Head of the White Family, so it wasn’t strange that Prosperity had been on the Underworld Train and knew there was an Artifact Spirit in the mirror.
But Leonard Churchill wasn’t entirely truthful with his words.
Prosperity’s spirituality dated back three thousand years, but having suffered two major setbacks, its remaining spirituality wasn’t much, and it rembered little.
All it had done was remind Leonard Churchill that the room’s mirror looked familiar, without ntioning the Artifact Spirit that had lived within for thousands of years.
Leonard Churchill’s words were more of a conjecture.
A conjecture based on an Enlightennt he had discovered earlier: “You have been eroded by the ‘Demon Mirror Spirit’s’ ntal technique; the Clown Mask entry activates, and you are exempt from human nature contamination.”
The Clown Mask exempted him from that sort of soul-level contamination.
The mont he entered the room, Leonard Churchill knew he had triggered a restriction.
At that ti, already having triggered it with no better response plan in mind, he fortunately played along.
…
The “Leonard Churchill” in the mirror seed to believe Leonard Churchill’s words, asking, “So from beginning to end, you didn’t fall for the ‘Mirror Contamination’?”
“Exactly.”
Leonard Churchill nodded, adding, “I wasn’t sure what tricks you had up your sleeve, so I didn’t want to confront you without understanding. Plus, I wanted to see just what this spell was all about, so I lingered for a while…”
It was because he didn’t know what spell it was, and though it seed to be a ntal Magic Spell, that he invited Sophia Jones to dance.
ntal magic techniques are mostly similar, seeking to induce issues in one’s ntal world.
It manifests as either having wonderful dreams or terrible nightmares.
Leonard Churchill chose the forr option.
But that wasn’t important.
What was important was that during this process, he formulated a hypothesis: that although the mirror had special abilities, its level of Wisdom wasn’t high.
And that simple exchange just now was a test.
He had confird his supposition.
Artifact Spirits are intelligent entities born from the very essence of all things in the universe, and their growth in wisdom is exceedingly slow.
It might take thousands, or even tens of thousands of years for them to reach the intellectual level of a human child.
To put it plainly: this Artifact Spirit seed rather easy to deceive.
Having tad a Prosperity himself, Leonard Churchill found this to be quite true.
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