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Chapter 225: You're All Staying Here Today 

After getting inside the little garden house, the remaining four young witches immediately collapsed onto the sofa. Tonight’s workout was pretty much their exercise for the whole month, and their little bodies just couldn't handle it. 

After catching their breath for a few minutes, Zoey finally spoke. 

"What do we do? Headmistress Cardilia told us to find the Witch Council, but the problem is, we don't have any way to contact them!" 

The Witch Council, as the organization within the Witch Federation second only to the Supreme Sorceress, was always made up of members who kept to themselves. These young witches still in witch school barely had any contact with them, maybe a couple of times a year. 

Wait a minute, Mortel is also a member of the Witch Council! But the problem is, that old witch is in a deep coma right now, and nobody knows when she'll wake up. 

At this point, the young witches all started regretting not studying harder. If they had just learned some healing magic, maybe they could have brought Mortel back to consciousness. 

"Um, should we try contacting my cousin? He's really strong, maybe he could help us?" 

Emma offered a suggestion. In a situation like this, the first person she thought of was Roy. The impression he left on her that day outside Austin was just too strong. 

Hearing this, Madison's eyes lit up. 

"Good idea! Let's call him right away!" 

As she said this, Madison started patting her pockets, and then she realized she didn't have her phone on her. 

"Did any of you bring your phones?" 

Everyone shook their heads. 

Emma was especially speechless. She's only eight years old, where would she get a phone? 

Maria looked at Madison helplessly. 

"Didn't you forget? Before the summoning ritual, Headmistress Cardilia told us to put our phones aside so the signal wouldn't mess with the ritual." 

So, all their phones had been destroyed along with Cardilia and the beautiful woman's fight. 

But even without cell phones, there was still a landline. Zoey looked at Madison. 

"Madison, did you pay the phone bill for this house?" 

Madison scratched her head. 

"I'm not really sure about that! I only bought this house on the advice of my investment advisor as a way to increase my assets. I've only been here once before, and that was the day I bought it." 

Even though the chances were slim, Zoey still picked up the landline phone to try and make a call. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work. 

"Looks like we'll have to go to a nearby hotel to borrow a phone." 

At this time of night, only a hotel that's open 24 hours or a 24-hour convenience store would probably let them use their phone. 

But if you asked Madison where the nearest nightclub was, she'd definitely know. Asking her where they could borrow a phone nearby, though, that's a different story. 

"Okay, we've rested enough. Let's get going!" 

Madison was the first one to stand up. Among the young witches, she was the shortest, but she was actually the most physically fit. After all, filming movies does require a certain amount of stamina. 

Just then, the young witches who had just stood up heard a voice that filled them with dread. 

"You don't need to go anywhere. You're all staying here today." 

The beautiful woman appeared in the room at some point, still stark naked, with a mocking smile on her face. 

The young witches were incredibly shocked. They had run for miles, but the beautiful woman still found them. This situation filled their hearts with despair. 

"How could this be?" 

Zoey, who was more timid, just collapsed onto the ground. The strong-willed Madison and Emma didn't look too good either. Only Maria's eyes flickered with thought. 

"How did you find us here?" 

The beautiful woman sat down on the sofa with a relaxed expression, crossing her legs without any concern about her beautiful body being exposed to others. 

"Hehe, finding you little ones isn't that hard, you know?" 

Maria clearly wanted to know why the beautiful woman could find them. Otherwise, even if they escaped again, they wouldn't be able to avoid being caught again. 

But the beautiful woman wasn't stupid. She easily saw through Maria's intentions. These girls were still too green to compare with a beautiful woman who had lived for thousands of years. 

"Before we die, can you tell us your real name?" 

With the plan failing, a look of helplessness appeared on Maria's face. 

The beautiful woman looked at Maria with surprise. 

"Interesting. Do you want to take my name to hell with you? Saying it doesn't really matter. You can call me Ophélina. Alright, time's almost up. Let me send you on your way!" 

The beautiful woman, Ophélina, stood up, a purple fireball in her hand. 

At this moment, Zoey's face was filled with despair. Emma was frantically thinking of a plan, and Madison and Maria were constantly exchanging glances. 

Except for Zoey, everyone wanted to fight Ophélina. 

It wasn't that Zoey didn't want to fight, but her witch powers only worked on the opposite sex, and she had only been at the witch school for a month, so she hadn't learned any magic that could be used in combat. 

Ophélina knew exactly what the young witches were thinking, but she didn't take them seriously at all. The huge difference in power wasn't something that could be solved by willpower alone. 

However, just as Ophélina was about to make a move, a sweet, cloying scent suddenly appeared in the air. 

When Ophélina smelled this scent, her expression changed drastically. Even when she saw Cardilia drink the potion and Carrie transform into her second stage, her expression wasn't this agitated. 

"This magic is..." 

Before she could finish speaking, large patches of pink smoke drifted in from all directions, blocking everyone's vision and temporarily disrupting the witches' senses. 

This pink smoke used some kind of strange magic to make the young witches feel dazed and confused one by one. 

Then, a hand reached out from the smoke and pulled the confused young witches out. 

Ophélina was only stunned for a moment. When she dispersed the pink mist, she found that only she and the unconscious Mortel were left in the room. 

"Has she returned?" 

Clearly, the magic of the pink smoke made Ophélina very wary, so she didn't rush out to chase them immediately. 

At this moment, outside the house, Emma hugged Jennifer with a face full of surprise. 

"Sister Jennifer, it was you who saved us!" 

That's right, it was Jennifer who made the move. 

Jennifer had arrived in Boston early yesterday morning, not long after Emma, Madison, and the others played the spirit board game. So, when the witch school exploded around midnight tonight, she noticed it. 

However, the intensity of the previous two battles was too much for Jennifer, a witch who had only awakened a few months ago, to get involved in. So, she chose to quietly follow behind Emma. 

In fact, this choice was very correct. If Jennifer had shown up earlier, she would most likely have been taken out by Ophélina as well. 

"Emma, who is she?" 

Jennifer's looks and figure were top-notch, and she was so familiar with Emma, which made Madison and Maria feel a sense of crisis. 

"Now is not the time to ask that question. I suspect that woman put some kind of magical mark on you, which is why she could find you so easily. What you need to do now is quickly remove the magical mark so you can escape her pursuit!" 

These words reminded the young witches. They began to check each other's bodies, and sure enough, each of them had a faint magical mark on their skin. 

It turned out that in order to select a new vessel, Ophélina would come into contact with all the newly enrolled young witches and leave a magical mark on them. This way, she could easily find them whenever she needed to. 

This magical mark was deeply imprinted on their skin. The young witches gritted their teeth and forcibly cut off the marked skin with knives, finally removing the magical mark. 

"Sister Jennifer, where do we go now?" 

After seeing Jennifer, Emma felt like she had found her backbone. 

"Boston isn't safe anymore. We should go to New York to find Roy!" 

Madison looked at Jennifer warily. 

"Isn't Roy in Boston? Also, who exactly are you to him?" 

Jennifer could feel the faint hostility in Madison's eyes, but it didn't matter. She had felt similar gazes every day back at the Oak School. 

"I'm Roy's official girlfriend. He had some urgent business, so he asked me to look after Emma." 

Currently, Roy's publicly acknowledged girlfriends were Jennifer and Niddy, so there was nothing wrong with what Jennifer said. 

But Madison and Maria were a little unhappy. Both of these girls had designs on Roy. 

Zoey, however, said something fair. 

"Are you guys still arguing at a time like this? Have you forgotten about Teacher Mortel?" 

The young witches were all stunned. 

Indeed, in their panicked escape, they had left Mortel behind in the little garden house. 

So, the question now was, without Mortel, how would they recruit and contact the Witch Council? And even if they found the Witch Council, how would they convince those council members? That was a huge problem. 

Jennifer's answer to this was: 

"Let's just leave Boston first!" 

Madison crossed her arms and looked at Jennifer. 

"At this time of night, how do you plan to leave Boston? By walking?" 

"Of course, by driving!" 

Jennifer led the other witches to her car, which was a Ferrari 360 Modena. 

"What the f***! That's my car!" 

Roy received Jennifer's message when the semi-final had just ended. He was "celebrating" with Claire. 

Claire was currently in the throes of passion, wanting to be by Roy's side every moment. She clung to him almost every spare second she had. 

"Claire, I think the phone's ringing!" 

"Don't answer it! I'm about to reach the finish line!" 

Claire was flushed all over, her eyes rolling back occasionally, clearly close to reaching her peak. 

Hearing this, Roy had no choice but to speed up, bringing Claire to the finish line, and then answer his phone. 

"Jennifer? What's wrong?" 

"Roy, something big happened in Boston!" 

Jennifer listened to Emma's detailed description of the events on the way, and then she told Roy everything. 

Roy's expression began to turn serious. 

"There's something like that? Where are you guys now?" 

"We're halfway to New York, but the car broke down!" 

After all, a supercar like the Ferrari 360 Modena wasn't suitable for rough roads. The car broke down halfway there. 

The chassis of a supercar is just too low. Even a slight bump could cause a malfunction. 

Otherwise, why would supercars usually only appear in cities or on highways? 

"Then I'll immediately have Bumblebee pick you up. You guys be careful!" 

Roy hurriedly pulled out his weapon and went to the hotel parking lot to find Bumblebee. 

After Bumblebee left, Roy called Gerald again. 

Gerald fell into a long silence after listening to Roy's account. 

"I've heard something about what you're saying, but the information headquarters received seems to be a bit different." 

During the day, "Mortel Snow" suddenly contacted the Boston FEA, explaining what had happened at the witch school. 

According to this "Mortel Snow," Carrie had become a demon under the influence of a cult, and Madison and the others were her accomplices. In order to prevent Carrie from causing even greater destruction, the Supreme Witch and the headmistress of the witch school had both sacrificed themselves. 

There were actually a lot of loopholes in this story, like what the three helicopter pilots saw with that naked woman. 

But this explanation could barely get the FEA to agree. However, the FEA still found Isabella and Elise, who were staying in Florida, wanting to thoroughly investigate the matter. 

"That Mortel Snow must be possessed! You all have to be careful of her!" 

"I'll notify the Boston FEA, but you also need to bring those surviving young witches to FEA headquarters to explain everything!" 

The Supreme Witch being possessed for a long time was just too big of a deal. Even if Gerald trusted Roy, it wasn't enough. The FEA headquarters still needed to make the decision. 

Coincidentally, the FEA headquarters was in New York State. 

"I will. FEA headquarters can send someone to find me at any time." 

Hanging up the phone, Roy returned to the room and looked at the sleeping Claire, lost in thought. 

The changes in events were just too rapid. Roy originally seemed to be looking for trouble with the Supreme Witch, but in the blink of an eye, the Supreme Witch's identity was exposed. 

The world really is unpredictable! 

Roy didn't know that the Supreme Witch had actually taken on a job related to him. Could this be considered some kind of mutual effort? 

After dawn, Bumblebee brought the young witches back to the hotel. 

"Brother Roy, I missed you so much!" 

Emma immediately threw herself into Roy's arms. With Roy around, she felt safe. 

Roy quickly supported Emma to prevent her from falling, and then began to check on the safety of the others. 

"Are you all alright?" 

Zoey answered Roy with a dim look in her eyes. 

"We're fine, but Headmistress Cardilia sacrificed herself, and Teacher Mortel Snow fell into that woman's hands. Carrie's fate is also unknown." 

The young witches didn't know that Carrie had already been rescued. After all, they had been on the run and had no way to get information. 

"I have some bad news to tell you. Mortel has been possessed and has already appeared before the Witch Council. Now all of you have become Carrie's accomplices." 

Madison gritted her teeth. 

"That guy is too shameless! Does the Witch Council really believe her?" 

Did this even need to be said? What Mortel, a veteran member of the Witch Council, said was definitely more believable than what these young witches said. 

"The good news is that I've already contacted my friends in the FEA, and they know the truth. But we still need to make some preparations. FEA headquarters won't believe your side of the story alone. You will eventually have to confront Mortel." 

Maria looked at the other young witches. 

"We are willing to confront her, even if it's for Cardilia and Carrie!" 

Chapter 226: I Was Just Telling the Truth 

The FEA organization's hearing would take some time to set up, so during this period, both the young witches and Ophélina were in a sort of fog of war. 

Ophélina definitely wanted to deal with the Apocalypse Society's young witches and Emma as potential future problems, while the young witches just wanted to survive until the hearing started so they could expose Ophélina's true identity. 

But this fog of war wasn't absolute. 

As it happened, Ophélina's current body was that of Mortel Snow, a witch with the power of prophecy, so she started using divination to find the young witches' location. 

"Crystal ball, show me where Madison, Zoey, Maria, and Emma are hiding." 

The crystal ball, which had originally looked very blurry, became clearly visible in Ophélina's eyes. This was the effect of Mortel's body. 

When Ophélina possessed a witch, she gained all of their inherent talents. 

"This is...New York?" 

Ophélina, who was divining for the first time, didn't have much experience and could only judge the location by the surroundings she saw in the crystal ball. 

Luckily, New York is so unique in America that it was still very easy to recognize. 

But just as the crystal ball was about to focus on someone, it seemed to be interfered with in some way, becoming blurry. Then, the entire crystal ball rapidly turned red and heated up, as if it was about to explode, scaring Ophélina into quickly stopping the divination. 

Crystal balls used for divination like this were specially made. If it broke, Ophélina wouldn't be able to find a new one in a short amount of time. 

"Damn it! Did those little b*tches find some kind of backer?" 

Ophélina immediately thought of the pink mist magic from before. This magic had been lost to the annals of history a long time ago. Could it really be that person who had returned? 

This made Ophélina's face turn very ugly. 

Actually, the reason the crystal ball reacted that way was because of Roy. Roy was someone whose fate even Elise (Uriel) couldn't see clearly. How could a mere human witch possibly observe him through divination? 

"Humph! Even if you have returned, I can still take you down again! The me now is different from the me of the past!" 

Now that she knew the location of Madison, Zoey, Maria, and Emma, Ophélina prepared to go and deal with them. 

However, Ophélina was currently using Mortel's body to explain what happened last night to the FEA, trying to continue her deception. So, she was currently being held by the FEA in a safe house, which happened to be in New York State, not too far from New York City. 

The only problem was the FEA agents guarding the door. They were there for both protection and surveillance, so she had to avoid their eyes and ears. 

It would be a bit tricky, but not a big deal! 

Ophélina lay on the bed, pretending to fall asleep, splitting off most of her essence, leaving only a small part to control Mortel's physical body. The rest of her essence left through the safe house's ventilation system. 

Meanwhile, in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel in New York City, after resting for a whole day, Madison, Zoey, Maria, and Emma had regained their energy. 

"This is so boring! Do we really have to watch this brainless soap opera?" 

Madison looked at the TV with a speechless expression. She preferred the kind of late-night shows with murder and violence and had no interest in these "you love me, I love you" soap operas. 

"No way, I think this soap opera is pretty interesting! Hahaha..." 

Zoey, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying it. Aside from her somewhat outrageous Black Widow talent, in most aspects, she was no different from an ordinary girl. 

She was a bit timid, indecisive, and liked looking at handsome guys... 

But it was precisely these qualities that allowed Zoey to be the lubricant between her several strong-willed friends. 

Madison clicked her tongue and then looked at Jennifer, who was constantly looking out the window. 

"Hey, you, can I go out for a smoke?" 

"No, nobody is leaving this suite." 

"Then can I at least go to the bathroom to smoke?" 

"Nope, I don't like the smell of smoke." 

Jennifer's emotionless reply made Madison a bit不满. 

"What's your problem?! It's just one cigarette. Haven't you ever had a boyfriend who smoked?" 

At this point, Jennifer turned her head back and looked at Madison with a contemptuous gaze. 

"My first boyfriend and my first man were both Roy. He doesn't smoke." 

Madison instantly felt like she had been critically hit, like that feeling of being put down by other actresses at small Hollywood parties. 

"What do you mean by that?!" 

Madison stood up instantly, glaring angrily at Jennifer. 

Maria also stood up. Although she usually liked to bicker with Madison, at a time like this, they would definitely stand together. After all, they were both members of the Apocalypse Society. 

Zoey, on the other hand, was a bit at a loss. She couldn't quite understand why Madison had suddenly gotten angry. 

Why else would Madison be angry? Of course, it was because of jealousy! 

As a former Hollywood child star, Madison thought that getting Roy to fall for her would be a piece of cake. But then someone like Jennifer, who was even better looking and had a better figure than her, showed up. Madison immediately felt like the things she was so proud of were somehow embarrassing. 

This feeling of disappointment combined with jealousy made Madison's emotions a bit out of control. 

"I was just telling the truth. You don't need to get so worked up." 

Jennifer was a person with a relatively cold personality. She only showed her true feelings when facing Roy and Niddy and wasn't intentionally targeting Madison. 

But this calm and indifferent demeanor made Madison even more psychologically unbalanced. She always felt like Jennifer was mocking her. 

"You!" 

At this moment, Emma had no choice but to step forward and mediate. Both older sisters were good to her, and she was mediating from a neutral standpoint. 

"Don't fight! If Brother Roy comes back and sees you guys fighting, he'll be angry!" 

Jennifer showed a faint smile. 

"Little Emma, I don't consider this a fight." 

As she spoke, she continued to look out at the night sky. 

Madison wanted to back down after hearing Roy's name, but seeing Jennifer's attitude made her feel unwilling to give up. She could only say something sarcastic. 

"Hmph! Maybe Roy is with some other woman right now!" 

Jennifer still didn't show any emotional change. 

"But he will eventually come back to my side." 

This attitude made Madison feel a bit discouraged. She realized that the bickering tactics she had learned in Hollywood didn't seem to work on Jennifer. 

So, was Roy really with another woman right now? Of course not! 

Let's go back in time half an hour. At that time, Roy was still in this presidential suite. 

Then, Roy suddenly received a phone call, and he hurriedly left the presidential suite. 

As for the person who called Roy, it was the "Mr. Nobody" from the New York FBI whom he had contacted before. 

Mr. Nobody called to say that he had already figured things out. 

However, Roy had already confirmed that the power of the Grim Reaper was what caused the plane crash, so Mr. Nobody's investigation was no longer important. 

Of course, Roy still decided to pay. Twenty thousand dollars was nothing; he would just consider it making a good connection with Mr. Nobody. Maybe there would be a time in the future when he would need to cooperate with Mr. Nobody again. 

However, Mr. Nobody mentioned another matter on the phone that caught Roy's attention. 

"While investigating the airline's internal affairs, I discovered something interesting. The pilot of the crashed plane seemed to have accepted a bribe from some organization to help transport some special items, and he was silenced afterward." 

In America, it was a tacitly understood rule that airline staff would help carry some goods using the convenience of the airplane. Generally, airlines wouldn't prohibit employees from earning extra money, only setting regulations on the weight of the goods they carried. 

However, since Mr. Nobody brought this up, he clearly wanted Roy to pay more money to buy this information. 

"One hundred thousand dollars. You organize this part of the information and send it to me together!" 

"Hehe, Mr. Black, I really like customers like you! Now, you put one hundred thousand dollars in unmarked bills wrapped in wax paper and throw it into the green trash can at the door of number XX on XX Street. Once I receive the money, I will immediately send the information to your email." 

So, Roy took the cash from his inventory, the part Wade had given him. He didn't even need to wrap it separately; it was ready to go. 

After throwing the wax paper package into the designated trash can, a while later, a little boy sneaked over, rummaged through the trash can, and took the wax paper package. 

Then, Mr. Nobody's phone call came again. 

"Mr. Black, you are very trustworthy! I have already sent the information to your email. Remember to look carefully; that email will automatically delete itself within one hour after the first time you open it." 

"Got it." 

Then, Roy went to a 24-hour FedEx station to borrow a computer. 

He opened the email sent by Mr. Nobody. Inside were two pieces of information. One was about the death list of the survivors of the plane crash. 

So far, four people had died. Three of them died due to various accidents, including the one Claire saw who was impaled through the throat by a falling steel bar. 

The other one was the pilot of the crashed plane that Mr. Nobody mentioned. He was killed in a deliberately staged accident. The New York police hadn't investigated it, and Mr. Nobody discovered it himself. 

Then, this Mr. Nobody, through careful investigation, discovered some leads about the mysterious organization that the pilot was working with. 

However, Mr. Nobody was relatively cautious and didn't continue to investigate further. He knew that there were plenty of such messy organizations in America. 

If he continued to investigate, even as an FBI agent, he would probably end up with eight shots in the back and ruled a suicide. 

So, Mr. Nobody's other piece of information was only about the cargo that the pilot of the crashed plane was transporting. A flight attendant who had an inappropriate relationship with the pilot revealed that she saw a strange wooden house symbol on the cargo box. 

Wooden house, again? 

Roy had encountered this wooden house organization during the midnight movie incident in Los Angeles. This organization was a secret organization with a lot of power, seemingly possessing the ability to use some kind of supernatural power, and they were even more reckless than Amalgamated. 

They often conducted some experiments without any regard for the consequences. 

Could the plane crash this time also have been caused by the wooden house organization? 

Roy continued to look at the information. Mr. Nobody had even managed to get a photo, a screenshot of the recovered plane's cargo hold surveillance, which clearly marked the cargo that the pilot was transporting. 

Although the picture was very blurry, the wooden house symbol could indeed be seen. 

Moreover, Mr. Nobody also wrote a sentence stating that this cargo did not appear on the cargo list during the rescue process after the plane crash. 

So, the situation was very clear. The sudden appearance of the Grim Reaper was probably not an accident but very likely the result of the wooden house organization's manipulation. 

Damn that wooden house! 

Roy had never hated an organization this much. Now, in his mind, he had placed the wooden house alongside the Dark Web. 

These two organizations were simply a cancer on humanity! 

If possible, Roy definitely wanted to kill all the top leaders of these two organizations. 

He had almost finished reading the information. Just as Roy logged out of his account and cleared his Browse history, he discovered that the FedEx station had lost power. 

The staff were very surprised and quickly checked the power lines. 

At this moment, Roy felt a chill. 

Could it be...? 

Roy quickly ran out of the FedEx station, and then the power in the station came back on. 

But just then, a car went out of control and crashed into the FedEx station, almost completely destroying the storefront. 

The staff who had gone to the back to check the electrical panel narrowly avoided the accident. Everything looked like a coincidence. 

The power of the Grim Reaper again! 

After gaining the Grim Reaper's attention, Roy had been experiencing similar things happening every day, which annoyed him to no end. 

Last night, during the World Qualification semi-final, a very ridiculous thing happened. The staff cleaning the ring didn't wipe up all the sweat, causing Roy's foot to slip during the fight, and he almost took his opponent's punch to the back of his head. 

Even a normal person hitting the back of the head could potentially turn someone into a vegetable, let alone a punch from a heavyweight boxer. 

This had nothing to do with physical attributes. Hitting the back of the head directly damages the brain; it's real damage! 

At that time, Roy was really terrified, but thankfully he used bullet time to dodge that punch. 

The referee on the scene was scared to death and quickly stopped the match. In the end, they found out that it was just that the ring floor hadn't been cleaned properly, and the opponent hadn't intentionally attacked the back of the head. 

At this point, Roy had already understood what the Grim Reaper's attention meant. It wouldn't cause big scenes like in the movie "Final Destination" to make you explode, as that would involve many innocent people. 

But it would occasionally create some small accidents targeting you. If you weren't careful, you could easily fall victim, making it impossible to guard against. 

"Nothing should happen today, right? I should just hurry back to the hotel." 

Roy didn't want to waste any more time, so he left the scene directly. 

Claire had already returned to Austin at Roy's persuasion. 

After all, New York would be a dangerous place next, and the best choice for a normal person like Claire was to stay away from here. 

However, Claire was still somewhat traumatized by the plane, so she went back by car. 

Just as he was about to drive Bumblebee back to the hotel, Roy suddenly saw someone standing in front of the car. 

A black tight-fitting nun's habit, golden hair, and those familiar pupils. 

"W-we meet again, Mr. B-Black." 

Isn't this Isabella? 

Demon Hunting Nun 

Chapter 227: Who Said You Could Leave? 

"Isabella?" 

Roy could tell for sure that it was Isabella controlling the black-clad nun's body right now, not the archangel Michael. 

Michael's eyes wouldn't be so gentle, and her voice wouldn't be so soft. 

"Mr. Black, um, can I get in the car?" 

Although the events of that night were several months ago, Isabella still looked at Roy with a somewhat evasive gaze. 

This kind of personality reminded Roy of Needy. 

When he first transmigrated, Needy was also as insecure as Isabella, her eyes darting around whenever she saw Roy, like a cute little quail. 

"Of course, no problem. Hop in!" 

Isabella got into the car without saying anything specific, just fiddling with her fingers. 

The atmosphere in the car was very awkward, so Bumblebee, on its own initiative, started playing a radio station with suggestive music. 

It turned out that silicon-based lifeforms weren't as good at reading the room as carbon-based ones. In short, this suggestive music station made the atmosphere in the car even more awkward. 

Reluctantly, Roy had to break the silence. 

"So, Ms. Isabella, have you been doing okay lately?" 

Isabella's small face flushed slightly. 

"Yeah, I've been doing alright." 

Roy didn't have any ulterior motives. He knew Isabella was definitely the most devout nun; otherwise, she wouldn't have been chosen as Michael's vessel. 

So, the blush was likely just from being a little embarrassed. 

Therefore, Roy continued to question Isabella. 

"Ms. Isabella, how did you find me?" 

This question made Isabella's face turn even redder. 

"You, you have my blood on you, so I can sense your approximate location." 

Could it really work like that? Roy scratched his head a little. 

"Ms. Isabella, is there something specific you wanted to talk to me about?" 

This finally brought Isabella back to her senses. 

"I, I'm here on behalf of the FEA." 

Hearing this, Roy raised an eyebrow. 

Roy knew that Illyria was working with the FEA, but he didn't expect Illyria to have brought Isabella in as well. 

This was the difference in style between the angels Uriel and Michael. 

Uriel was more shrewd, so after realizing the trouble, she would cooperate with the authorities. 

Michael was just a headstrong warrior who didn't think so much and always solved problems on her own. 

This time, it was likely Illyria who actively pulled Isabella in. He wondered how that gal managed it. 

"What did the FEA say?" 

"Illyria's point was that the FEA can't tolerate the Witch Coven anymore and wants to take this opportunity to eliminate them in one fell swoop." 

After the power of the Church gradually declined, the Witch Coven's attitude became more and more aggressive. 

The incident where Ophelia controlled Fiona's body and cursed the FEA agents wasn't an isolated case. The Witch Coven's overbearing behavior was evident in all aspects, including Cordelia forcibly abducting Emma. 

This was enough to illustrate the problems within the Witch Coven itself. 

When you're strong, you act this domineering; don't blame others for kicking you when you're down. 

Currently, the Supreme of the Witch Coven had been confirmed dead. The remaining witches' fighting power was far inferior to Fiona's, and there were also some internal divisions. The Witch Coven could be said to be in an unprecedented state of decline. 

It seemed the FEA wanted to launch a new era of witch hunts. 

However, many witches were also ordinary people. Was the federal government planning a blanket crackdown? 

"Ms. Isabella, do you support the FEA's actions?" 

Isabella shook her head. 

"I, I only target the wicked." 

This relieved Roy. He was really worried that Isabella would indiscriminately deal with ordinary witches. 

"In that case, let's go back together." 

Roy started the car. After being out for so long, he was still a little worried about the situation back at the hotel. 

As soon as he drove Bumblebee to the bottom of the hotel, he heard the sound of an explosion from above. 

Roy looked up and saw that the explosion had occurred on the floor where Jennifer and the others were staying. 

Damn it! That woman actually came! 

Roy had discussed with Jennifer before, thinking that Ophelia might come to silence them, which was why he had restricted Madison and the others' movements. 

He didn't expect Ophelia to be so bold as to take action that very night. 

He had to remember that, on the surface, Myrtle, the body Ophelia was inhabiting, should be under FEA control. 

"Mr. Black, let me take you up there!" 

Isabella's gaze suddenly became firm. Clearly, the person inside had changed. A pair of light wings suddenly sprouted from her back, and she took off with Roy. 

Inside the hotel's presidential suite, Jennifer's expression was incredibly serious. The other witches around her had all suffered some degree of injury. 

The incident had started ten minutes ago when someone suddenly knocked on the presidential suite door, claiming to be room service. 

Why would there be a service worker doing room service in the middle of the night? Jennifer immediately sensed something was wrong, so she directly refused to open the door and told the other young witches to be ready. 

Just as Jennifer had guessed, the knocking service worker had been controlled by Ophelia. This guy's role wasn't to trick them into opening the door but to confirm the room where Madison and the others were staying. 

After all, Ophelia's previous divination had been several hours ago. Who knew if the young witches had moved? She still needed to confirm. 

After a series of probes, Ophelia confirmed that the young witches were indeed in this presidential suite, so she launched her attack. 

Jennifer had been watching the peephole and was a little strange when she saw the service worker leave without doing anything. 

Suddenly, she heard some strange noises, followed by the screams of several young witches. 

"There are rats!" 

Well, a group of witches who could easily take down the Irish mob screaming like this at the sight of rats was truly a bit speechless. 

Rats? How could there be rats in a five-star hotel? 

Jennifer's expression changed, and she immediately realized there was something wrong with these rats. 

"Watch out for the rats!" 

Just as she finished speaking, the rats exploded violently. This was the explosion Roy had heard at the bottom of the hotel. 

Fortunately, before the rats exploded, Madison heard Jennifer's warning and immediately used her telekinetic abilities to throw the rats away, preventing the explosion from happening near them. 

However, it was precisely this action that caused the rats to explode directly. 

"Cough, cough, cough! Are you guys okay?" 

Jennifer quickly asked about the others' conditions and soon received feedback from the other young witches. 

"Sister Jennifer, I'm okay! But Sister Zoe is injured pretty badly!" 

The youngest, Emma, had been shielded in Zoe's arms the moment the explosion occurred, so her condition was the best. 

But Zoe, who had protected Emma, suffered more significant injuries. She was closer to the center of the explosion, and her body had multiple blast wounds. 

"Maria and I are fine too!" 

Next was Madison. While throwing the rats away, she also used her telekinetic abilities to lift the coffee table to block the blast damage. 

This action successfully allowed Madison and Maria to only suffer some scratches, so their situation was relatively good. 

"Why doesn't anyone ever ask about me?" 

A slightly unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared in the presidential suite, causing all the young witches' expressions to change. 

Just as the smoke from the explosion dissipated at this moment, Jennifer and the others saw a tall, beautiful woman appear in the center of the presidential suite at some point. 

Ophelia! 

This woman was currently looking down at the young witches in the room with a condescending gaze, as if searching for something. 

Jennifer's heart skipped a beat. She knew Ophelia was probably looking for Lilith inside her body. Fortunately, Lilith had suffered a direct mental trauma and was currently sleeping to recover, so she probably wouldn't be discovered, right? 

Ophelia ignored Madison and the others' small actions and looked at Jennifer with a suspicious gaze. 

"I seem to smell a familiar scent on you!" 

Just as she finished speaking, Madison controlled the television to smash towards Ophelia, but this small trick couldn't fool her at all and was easily dealt with. 

Immediately afterward, Maria released her soul double, wanting to sneak attack Ophelia. 

But for witches, this kind of sneak attack could only succeed once. After all, they could sense the existence of soul doubles, so Ophelia directly created a fire cage made of purple flames, trapping Maria's sister, Elaine. 

"Hehe, you think the same trick can work on me twice? How naive!" 

Ophelia looked contemptuously at Madison and Maria. Just as she was about to turn back and continue questioning Jennifer, she heard the sound of shattering glass. 

Turning her head, Ophelia saw a fist getting bigger and bigger in her line of sight. 

Bang! 

Having no time to use her teleportation ability, Ophelia was slammed into the wall by this punch. 

"Jennifer, are you guys okay?" 

As soon as Jennifer saw that it was Roy who had come in, the tension in her heart immediately eased. 

"I'm fine, but the others seem to have been injured a bit." 

"Then take them out of this room first. I'll deal with this woman." 

Roy cracked his knuckles as he looked at Ophelia plastered against the wall, a grim smile on his face. 

At this moment, Isabella also flew in through the shattered French windows. 

Everyone was very surprised to see the black-clad nun with light wings on her back. Her appearance and that holy aura were just too much like a legendary angel. 

Isabella's silver pupils scanned the room. When she saw Maria and Emma, she frowned slightly. Both girls carried a certain degree of sin, but it wasn't enough to warrant her executing them on the spot. 

On the other hand, Ophelia plastered against the wall was practically glowing crimson, a true red-named monster. 

"Sinner!" 

Isabella took out her pistol. This angel of judgment still really liked using guns. 

"Isabella, she's mine!" 

Roy's words stunned Isabella for a moment. If it had been in the past, she would have completely ignored Roy and directly taken out Ophelia. 

But the events at the private club and the series of events that followed had a huge impact on Isabella, or rather, on Michael. 

Even Michael herself hadn't realized it, but she had already begun to become a little more like a human from an angel. 

So, Isabella put her pistol away. 

On the other side, Ophelia sensed the power of both Roy and Isabella and immediately lost the desire to continue fighting. Moreover, Jennifer had already run off with the young witches. 

So, after seeing Roy approach her, Ophelia immediately released a pink mist. 

This pink mist was the same magic Jennifer had used before to get rid of Ophelia, a magic unique to Lilith that could effectively disrupt perception and had a certain bewitching effect. 

Ophelia, as Lilith's daughter, naturally knew this magic, which was why she was so surprised when Jennifer used it to escape her before. 

After releasing the pink mist, Ophelia immediately shattered the walls of the room and entered the hallway, wanting to take down Madison and the others as quickly as possible and then flee the scene. 

As for Jennifer's problem, Ophelia couldn't worry about it for the time being. She needed to protect herself first. 

As long as the Witch Coven continued to exist, Ophelia could use some tricks to become the Supreme as Myrtle, and many problems could be solved easily. 

At this moment, Jennifer had just led the injured young witches into the elevator when she saw Ophelia float quickly towards her. 

"Bastard, who said you could leave!" 

Roy's super-high willpower completely ignored the pink mist. He chased after her in a rage, his speed even a bit faster than Ophelia floating in the air. 

Ophelia looked at Roy in horror. Her jaw still ached from that punch. If she hadn't used magic in advance to dissipate most of the physical damage, that punch might have killed her. 

The elevator doors had already closed. Ophelia could only float towards the emergency exit, quickly diving down the stairwell, and then floating up against gravity the moment she reached the bottom. 

Without saying a word, Roy also jumped down the stairwell, smashing a large hole in the ground floor and continuing to pursue Ophelia. 

Ophelia had already rushed into the hotel lobby, waiting for the elevator to open for a "守门杀" (shǒumén shā - door-guard kill, a term from games meaning to ambush someone coming through a door). But when the elevator opened, it was empty. 

It turned out that during the elevator's descent, the clever Emma had made a suggestion. She guessed that Ophelia would definitely be waiting for them on the first floor, so the best choice was to leave the elevator on an intermediate floor and let the elevator continue to the first floor, making Ophelia guard an empty elevator. 

You could tell how good this strategy was by looking at Ophelia's expression right now. The woman was about to explode with anger. 

But Ophelia couldn't vent her anger because Roy had already caught up. If she ran again, she would just get punched again. 

"Damn little bitches, you just wait!" 

Finally, Ophelia could only choose to say a harsh word and then prepare to run. 

In an instant, more than a dozen Ophelias appeared in the hotel lobby, running in all directions. 

This scene terrified the hotel staff on duty and also startled Roy. 

Grabbing one of the Ophelias running towards him, Roy discovered it was a mirror magic, creating mirror images that looked and acted exactly like her to hide her true self. 

These mirror images would actually shatter upon touch. 

However, if there were enough mirror images, they could still create a very good deceptive effect. 

At least Roy was now hesitating, not knowing which one was the real Ophelia. 

Wait a minute, didn't he previously get a ring that could track enemies? 

[Picture of Tessa Farmiga and Emma Roberts together] 

(End of this chapter)