Lensak had a rare moment of empathy for Dean.
Now it's his turn to say the Riddler, get out of Area 13.
Who would have thought that the Riddler would be slapped by the Riddler one day.
...it's really tit for tat.
So Lensak also subtly understood Dean's urge to take advantage of the loophole.
Unfortunately, as he said to Dean, in the supernatural world, there are too many ways for a person to keep a secret, such as asking an old sow to wear a bra - one set after another.
No matter how strange the forms are, the essence of keeping secrets is the same.
It's like storing knowledge in a bank. The less people know the information, the more expensive it is, and the more stringent the protection measures. That airtight safe can keep you scratching your head and wondering what to do.
Even if you are lucky enough to get the key to unlock the treasure chest, there is no guarantee that you will not open Pandora's Box.
Therefore, in the extraordinary world, restraining one's curiosity is also a required course. Only by completing this required course can one live longer.
After listening to a series of nonsense literature, Lensak rubbed his temples, feeling that he had wasted dozens of precious seconds in his life. He looked at the witch who regretfully said that he could not help, and fell into silence.
If it's encrypted information, there's nothing you can do about it. The witch's "encryption measures" are probably no worse than those on the Empire's side in terms of rigor.
However, Rensak felt that even without this "secrecy measure", Chiara did not seem willing to actively cooperate.
She probably didn't realize that the way she looked at the barrier ball was like an evil dragon looking at treasure, with a firmness that was unwilling to let even a gold coin fall out of her fingers.
After taking another deep look at Chiara, Lensak decisively gave up the idea of making excuses.
He thinks he understands witches fairly well... In Rensak's view, this type of people have broken away from the category of "human beings" to a certain extent and are extraordinary creatures driven by obsessions. Although the person involved himself does not I feel that I even hate this statement, but aside from that little friendship, Lensak is more afraid of the profession of witch than he approves of it.
...an out-of-control, chaotic profession has spawned a group of crazy and stubborn professionals.
He immediately put an end to this waste of time.
The two broke up unhappy. Listening to the sound of the door opening and closing, Chiara once again turned her attention to the barrier ball in her hand.
In her eyes, the world degraded and collapsed, like ice and snow melting, or like a sand castle collapsing. The originally formed structure collapsed into a material invisible to the naked eye in an instant, returning to its original appearance.
Chiara held the barrier ball with one hand, as if she was holding a small world in her hand. This illusion of being all-powerful and in control of everything gave her a great sense of satisfaction.
The witch looked at it quietly for a long time, then raised her wrist slightly to make the enchantment ball disappear into the void.
not enough……
That mist was like a small piece of fresh meat dropped in front of a hungry beast.
Not only did it not eliminate its desires, but it made its originally suppressed instincts more difficult to control.
Chiara leaned back in the chair. Although she still maintained the reserve of a civilized person, the bandit in her heart was already sharpening her knife and wanted to cut the flesh from the target.
She needs an ally.
An ally who could come in handy.
The witch looked at the liquid in the wine glass with empty eyes.
Through the exchange of "oaths", she obtained a lot of secret and precious information, but at the same time, she also lost the right to master this information.
She can't spread it to people who haven't stepped into this "field".
Chiara calls it a "screening."
It's a pity that Lensak is among the..." mediocre people" who were screened out.
Chiara looked out the window, looking across the increasingly prosperous and crowded streets, through overlapping buildings, and towards the direction of the breeding house.
After dealing with the outsiders, it's time to talk to someone you can really talk to.
…
After listening to Chiara's dull and boring narrative, Dean's first reaction was that evil people will be punished by evil people.
Seeing that he and Rensak were somewhat colleagues, Dean was willing to say it politely...
Yes.
The corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, and every muscle that was pulled was filled with gloating.
Chiara seemed to have figured out something, and her tone became subtle.
"It seems...he has hidden a lot of things from you?"
"Not really."
Dean shook his head.
"It's an inherent contradiction between people within the system and people outside the system, although I can probably be considered...half an insider?"
The other half that is missing is much more important than the current half, which makes people feel uncomfortable being restricted.
"It's not fun for insiders, so it's better to be an outsider."
Chiara responded casually.
"Welcome to the Witch's House."
"This is not a polite word. Although you are a man, you are unexpectedly very popular in our place."
It's a pity that he is a man.
Dean's back went cold.
Maybe he was overthinking it, but the way he said it... inexplicably gave people the illusion that his lower body was hairy.
Dean changed his sitting position and chose to skip the topic.
"Is this why you came to me?"
"Let me explain in advance, if you can't say anything, don't try to tease me. If you want to be the Riddler, I'm not Batman."
Batman doesn't kill people when he's cornered, but he doesn't necessarily do anything when he's cornered.
...What is this all about?
Chiara didn't understand, but she caught Dean's dissatisfaction.
So she got right to the point and summoned her own barrier ball.
"What did you see?"
The barrier ball came staggeringly in front of Dean, and the thin mist was thoughtfully condensed to the surface, almost pressed into a small patch, and finally became conspicuous.
"This is……"
For Dean, who has been dealing with "fog" for so long, the answer is obvious.
He looked at Chiara in surprise, and his expression became serious.
"How come you have this?"
"Do you know what this is?"
Chiara asked instead without answering.
This question was crucial, determining what she would talk to Dean about next and how much she could talk about.
"A bit of speculation?"
Dean told the truth, with a hint of anxiety at the end of his voice when being asked a question by a teacher.
"Then tell me your guess."
Chiara raised her eyes and looked at Dean, her tone full of encouragement as if a university teacher was trying hard to let a student's low score slip away.
Dean captured this point keenly, and combined with what the witch just said, he quickly figured out the key, hit the snake and follow the stick.
"I guess... the foggy space I entered is the prototype of a 'world', and these fogs are the origin of the world, or a manifestation of the original material."
Score.
Chiara looked at Dean, a smile slowly brewing in her eyes when she saw someone of the same kind.
