Chapter 165 Unbalanced Beauty Wasika

In the dimly lit collection hall, Annan raised his head slightly.

Under the candlelight, the silver-white hair exposed in the white hood exudes a warm milky white halo.

Annan's face seemed to glow.

In his emerald-like emerald-green left eye, which shone with a warm luster, the candlelight was constantly shaking.

It was a brass lamppost dotted all over the room, and the position near the top of the lamppost was a palm that was wide open, holding a candle base. This shape looks, can't help but remind Annan of the dog food monster in a certain game...

Those candles are thick. Each one is thicker than Annan's arm, without any carvings or patterns on the surface, just pure white candles that burn quietly.

The scene in front of her reminded Annan of the many candles placed in the room in the nightmare of Princess Pale.

"Please come and sit here."

Catwoman Wasika stretched out her hand to support Annan's shoulder, her tone soft and elegant: "Tea has been prepared for you."

She gently pushed Annan and led him up the spiral staircase to the high platform on the side of the room.

The design here is very clever - sitting here, you can see all the display cases that surround the entire U-shaped hall. When looking at it from any position, he would subconsciously ignore this position... Even before Annan walked up the stairs, he didn't notice that there were tables and seats here.

...don't know who designed it. Really very clever design.

"It's the [deflection of sight] ritual. Ability to deflect attention 180 degrees."

Catwoman Wasika noticed Annan's gaze, smiled slightly, and explained softly: "It was the ceremony you... arranged for us yourself."

...Oh, it's me.

That's fine.

Sitting in the seat, Wasika poured out a cup of tea for Annan herself.

It is Annan's favorite bubble fruit tea.

So I used to know her well?

"Don't use green fire?"

Annan did not rush to ask other questions, but asked casually.

The lights here are not very bright.

Roughly similar to the brightness of a candlelit dinner.

Romance is indeed very romantic, but the curtains are so thick that they are reminiscent of a black Internet cafe... Annan's perception attribute is very strong, but if he is an ordinary person, I am afraid that he will try his best to see what is inside.

If you use green light, with these glass cabinets, it will be much brighter than this.

"Although the possibility is very low, the green fire still has the risk of explosion after all. And there is almost no enchantment, which can resist the explosion from the inside. It is also impossible for me to apply a fixed ritual to each exhibit... After all, some exhibits are to be auctioned."

Wasika replied lightly: "As long as there is a risk, it can't be used. For the prophet wizard, as long as there is a 1% possibility, it can be increased to 100%. That is the ability to manipulate the possibility... And Candles are different.

"But I heard that there seems to be an optimized version of the green fire technology in the Zedi Black Tower a few years ago, and it is still in the experimental stage. But it will take five or six years to popularize it after it is passed on... Let's talk about it later.

"and……"

"and?"

Annan asked.

Wasika smiled.

"Also, light and secrecy are relative.

"In seeking the hidden power as the core of the ritual, it is necessary to ensure that the 'light' and 'fire' in the field are sufficiently weak and stable. If they are too active, then this becomes 'revealing' and 'displaying', and If they are too inert, then again this becomes 'fear' and 'darkness'.

"The former will allow some exhibits to bypass my sealing ceremony and directly affect the hearts of honored guests, making them unreasonably pious, fanatical, and passionate... while the latter will allow some indescribable dark things It breeds wantonly, and even burrows into other people's dreams."

Maintaining the balance of elements between multiple ceremony venues is a very cumbersome and difficult technique.

Catwoman said so.

Having said that...

Annan glanced at Wasika again.

She herself doesn't feel so "balanced". Rather, it's too out of balance.

Different eye shadows and nails, different hairstyles, and the opposite bare feet and boots...

If you look closely, the left and right sides of her top are also made of different materials. The left side has fur as the base and cloth as decoration, and the right side is the opposite; and the patterns on both sides are different.

Her right hand, like her left foot, was as polished and clean; her left hand was covered with a long leather glove, which reached close to her elbow. Even her ear has earrings on only one side, and the brooch is only on one side.

It's like dressing up that is deliberately emphasizing "asymmetry".

Just by looking at it, you can intensely attract attention—and feel disgusted.

It is Annan's unique ability to break free from this shallow sense of disgust that is preconceived and judged by appearance. Not the "normal situation" that the average person would encounter.

"I guess……"

Catwoman stretched her tone and said leisurely, "Your Majesty, do you want to ask, what's the matter with my sense of imbalance?"

"That's what I asked the first time I came here?"

Annan asked back.

The catwoman nodded with a smile.

Her hands are crossed, and some sharp nails are reminiscent of a piranha with an open mouth.

And her own chin rested lightly on the center of her fingers crossed.

Catwoman's vertical pupils, which gave a strong sense of danger, narrowed slightly, and said with great interest, "But you haven't triggered the ritual twice in a row."

"ceremony?"

what ceremony?

Annan was about to ask that.

But the next moment, his keen perception felt a sense of crisis one step ahead of others.

It was a sense of crisis like being pointed at with a knife and aimed at with a gun.

Was it ambushed?

no, no...

This sense of crisis comes from outside the door——

"Don't be nervous, Your Majesty."

Catwoman said leisurely, "It's just a little boy."

Following her calm voice, three masked men suddenly broke in, looking around, searching for something. But they didn't see the two people sitting on the high platform.

One of them gave Annan the strongest sense of danger... The last time Annan felt this experience was when he saw "Jin" in the White Tower nightmare.

This should be a wizard of destruction—

But they can't make a move.

I saw Catwoman slowly drop the index and middle fingers of her right hand.

The three people suddenly shuddered and knelt on the ground.

They groaned, then suddenly began to vomit.

Catwoman frowned slightly, and loosened her crossed fingers.

The three immediately fainted.

This strange scene made Annan a little confused.

Although this catwoman is indeed a superhuman of the golden rank...

But Annan just didn't see the curse bearer on her being activated. And the power of the bronze level does not seem to be enough to make at least one silver-level destruction wizard instantly stunned.

"This is the power of the ritualist."

Catwoman explained.

She chuckled lightly: "Breaking into the home court of the ritualist... The people behind them really dare to think.

"This poor wizard was probably used. I guess he was thinking, after confirming that you are here, trigger some mechanism, or let the people next to him kill and destroy the wizard to blow you up."

The destruction wizards of the silver rank are themselves extremely terrifying explosives.

The martyrdom effect of Jin's death at the time even destroyed a quarter of the wizard's tower. Annan and the others were separated by a wizard tower and could feel the violent shaking of the ground.

If it was a sudden explosion in such a narrow space, Annan might really have an accident.

But in front of this catwoman, this assassination operation, which was likely to be successful, was strangely stopped.

"...is it the power of imbalance?"

Annan vaguely noticed something.

The three people felt like they were suffering from severe motion sickness.

Catwoman nodded and smiled happily: "As expected of you. Even if she loses her memory, she is still so keen...

"This is my [Beauty of Unbalance] ritual.

Catwoman Wasika smiled slightly: "Under 'certain' conditions, anyone who dislikes or admires me will have their 'balance' controlled by me. With this hostility or love The greater the depth, the greater the degree of control.

"The three of them had pure killing intent on me, and it was an imbalance. So I controlled the balance of their bodies and made them spin more than 500 times both horizontally and vertically. Then I cut them off. Their connection of spirit and flesh . . . made it [completely out of balance]."

"...Why are you telling me this?"

"Is that even a question?"

Catwoman smiled happily: "This ceremony of mine was done for me by you."