Chapter 665: Chapter 63: True. Dying with Eyes Open_2
The reason the person was called a ‘Witch’ wasn’t just because she was powerful, mysterious, or bizarre, but because of her unpredictable personality.
One mont she was all smiles, the next she was fierce and harsh.
Moreover, how she acted was entirely determined by her whims; she never cared about things like each party’s position or their camps.
So, there is a saying in the Mystical Side—
‘If you hate soone but are powerless to do anything about it, then introduce them to the ‘Witch’.’
‘The ‘Witch’ will take care of everything for you.’
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‘Provided you sacrifice your life.’
Tel knew this saying.
He didn’t want to die.
Nor did he want to beco a sheep.
To Tel, becoming a sheep was even more terrifying.
Just the thought of potentially being turned into a sheep, and having a crowd watch him relieve himself on the carpet, made Tel’s legs feel wobbly.
He wanted to go ho.
Just as he was about to sneak away, Brian spoke up.
"Tel, what do you want?”
As one of the hosts, it was natural to take good care of the guests.
Why ask Jennifer first?
Of course, because ladies first.
And as Tel looked at Brian’s friendly smile, he imdiately beca stiff-faced and stood there, and when he noticed Jennifer’s gaze sweep towards him, Tel felt like crying.
"Good, good evening, Miss Jennifer.”
Tel stamred out his greetings.
"Hmm.”
The ‘Witch,’ who was chewing on a piece of rabbit at, nodded casually.
She recognized Tel slightly.
As for who?
She was a bit face-blind, and for soone as ordinary as Tel, she didn’t rember him at all.
Jason was easier to rember.
Tall, mask, machete, one glance and she rembered him clearly.
Thinking of Jason, the ‘Witch’ couldn’t help but walk over to his side, quietly waiting for Jason to pick up roasted sausages, rabbits, kebabs, corn, potatoes, onions, eggplants, apples, and a dozen grilled steaks, along with a bucket of champagne (non-alcoholic), before heading over to the tables and chairs on one side of the courtyard, where they had been sitting earlier. ṘᴀꞐȮΒÊ𝘚
To John, Brian, McCaul, and the girls Kemi and Telly, it didn’t seem like anything special.
Jason and Jennifer had been there all afternoon, and they had all gotten used to it.
But for Tel, it was a shock.
Sir Jason was actually able to interact with the Witch?!
Tel’s mind was filled with astonishnt at the thought.
"They, they
Shocked, Tel couldn’t even complete a sentence.
"They must have a very good relationship.”
"Sitting there talking for half an afternoon, the lady must have so thoughts about Jason.”
"Jason has a kind of appeal at tis too!”
As Brian put new food on the grill, he couldn’t help but exclaim.
The ‘Witch’ liked Jason?
Impossible!
That was Tel’s first reaction.
The ‘Witch’s’ wantonness and unpredictability might inspire fear, but her power also genuinely attracted so people, as power itself is the greatest asset to those from the Mystical Side.
What’s more, the ‘Witch’ was very attractive.
So guys naturally got ideas.
It was just unfortunate that not a single one was looked upon kindly by the ‘Witch’.
In fact, so were powerful, from extraordinary backgrounds, and handso, yet it made no difference.
So were killed directly by the ‘Witch’.
Others were made to live a fate worse than death.
So, so speculated that the ‘Witch’ didn’t understand love at all.
Especially after several famous individuals of the Mystical Side confessed to the ‘Witch’ and ended up spontaneously combusting, so people began to call it the ‘Witch’s Curse’ privately.
Jason actually broke the ‘Witch’s Curse’?!
What did Jason have that the ‘Witch’ liked?
Was he not just a down-and-out writer who liked to wander in a hockey mask, wielding a machete, able to cut down warships with a single stroke?
Hmm?
Maybe, possibly, probably it was compatibility?
Thinking about Jason’s seemingly psychopathic traits, Tel weirdly felt it fit with the ‘Witch’.
Both seed sowhat manic at tis.
"So that’s how it is?”
Tel thought silently to himself, then, after grabbing two roasted sausages, quietly moved to the farthest spot from Jason and Jennifer, shrinking into a corner of the courtyard, intently playing the ostrich.
However, just as Tel sat down, a fuming Telly tugged Kemi over to him.
"Liar!”
"Give back my 5000 bucks!”
Telly slamd the Amulet into Tel’s hands while speaking.
"It didn’t work?”
Tel was stunned.
That didn’t make sense!
Although he charged a high fee for making them, he was ticulous in every step of the process; despite the average materials, there was no problem in fending off ordinary levels of Evil Curses.
As for Evil Curses above ordinary levels?
Tel believed that with soone like Jason the ‘Ship Slayer’ around, no one would dare to target soone within the ‘Bastion’.
"Of course, it didn’t work!”
"Kemi didn’t feel any effects!”
"As soon as we approached Jason, that roaring sound appeared again!”
Telly said, her anger palpable.
"Wait! You an Sir Jason?”
Tel raised an eyebrow, then turned his gaze to Kemi, and seeing her slightly reddened face, the ‘Clock Tower’ mber of the Ground Reconnaissance Bureau, not being a fool, guessed what it was.
Kemi, under Tel’s gaze, embarrassingly tugged at Telly.
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