Operation Red Book

Chapter 273 Seriously?

"I really didn't see any grunts..."

"Please, gurgle, gurgle..."

"Listen to me, grunt grunt grunt..."

"Still trying to quibble? Huh? Then where did the ink on your face come from?!"

Beatrice said viciously. She was so angry that she grabbed Joshua's hair and pressed his hand into the sink again inhumanely.

"Gulugulugulugulugulu..."

Most of Joshua's head was pressed into the water. Everything in front of his eyes was dark and he didn't dare to open his eyes.

The pressure on the back of the head became stronger and stronger, and the mouth and nose stayed in the water for longer and longer periods of time.

Joshua still remembers it clearly. When he first walked out of that crooked house, he was fascinated by the scenery in front of him for a long time.

At that time, Beatrice glared at the three people outside the window for several minutes before waving her hand and asking everyone to come out of the house.

"All of you stinking humans get out of my house!"

These were her original words, but the three of them were thinking something else: "You wizards are the ones who stink..."

The structure of the tree house was pretty much as Joshua had imagined.

The house was built beneath a huge banyan tree, the trunk of which was very thick and looked very old.

Thomas guessed that it was 500 years old, while Joshua estimated that it was over 5000 years old.

The outside of the tree house looked much the same as the inside, with ivy tangled around one wall and small yellow and white flowers decorating the wet moss.

The yard outside the tree house is not big, about the same size as an ordinary middle school classroom.

A crooked fence surrounded the grass-covered yard. Although the fence was not high, it kept all the tall trees out of the yard.

The bright sunshine shines through the crowded treetops onto the tree house and the yard in front, emitting columns of orange-yellow light with large and small apertures.

On the other side of the banyan tree is a towering cliff. Streams of clear water flow slowly from the cracks in the rocks, moistening the creatures on the entire cliff.

The clear water flowed down in sections, and surged in streams, and finally gathered into a clear spring at a corner of the cliff, just to the left of the banyan tree.

And that clear spring became Joshua's nightmare the second time he saw it.

"Gulugulugulugulu..."

"Tsk, let me see...it's finally clean, you disgusting peeping tom!"

When Joshua was about to faint, Beatrice finally agreed to let his frail life go.

"Crack!"

Beatrice threw Joshua, who was coughing violently, to the side, and only clapped her hands in satisfaction after watching him spit out a large mouthful of water churning out black ink.

As Beatrice's loud applause spread throughout the yard, the branches on one side of the banyan tree began to sway rapidly like long snakes.

"Wow--"

"Uh……"

The branches that bound Moriarty and Thomas were instantly pulled away, and the two fell from the tree without warning.

"Tell me how you got here."

Beatrice turned her back to the two falling people and snapped her fingers softly in her ears.

The branches of the tree moved quickly again, grabbing Moriarty and Thomas' waists and legs just as their faces were about to hit the grass.

“Ha, ha… cough cough cough!”

Joshua looked at Moriarty and Thomas who had landed safely with red eyes, and coughed violently several times again.

He slowly lowered his heavy head and pointed to his throat with trembling fingers.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, it was just that he had choked on several sips of water just now and now his throat was burning with pain, so he couldn't speak at all.

"You mean... you won't bow to me even if I break your neck?"

Beatrice's tone became arrogant again.

“What kind of comprehension is this?”

Joshua raised his face in disbelief, his eyes full of doubt and confusion about her.

"What are your eyes saying?" Beatrice once again used her poor ability to understand.

"Okay! I'll break your necks right now and make all three of you become fertilizer for this big tree!"

Beatrice produced her magic wand out of thin air. The purple crystal on it was glowing with a faint light, which was a deadly beauty to the three of them.

She narrowed her eyes and began to mutter something. Joshua saw white light shooting out from the wand.

"Just like you just snapped your fingers!"

At the critical moment, Thomas shouted to Beatrice in a crying voice.

"What did you say?"

Beatrice frowned and slowly turned around with her wand in hand.

"We...we met a man dressed in white in the woods. He said he was Prince Charming..."

Beatrice hooked her fingers, and the branches wrapped around Thomas and pushed him forward.

"The prince snapped his fingers just like you did just now, and the white horse beside him let out a loud cry, and two huge wings suddenly grew out of its back..."

"Then...then the white horse changed its form. Its hair became as smooth as fine sand, and its eyes became as bright as sapphires..."

"The most important thing is that a long horn like an ice cream cone grew on the white horse's head... I thought I was seeing things. It was the legendary unicorn, the Prince Charming and his unicorn!"

Thomas' voice was trembling with fear at first, but he became more and more excited as he spoke. When he mentioned the word unicorn, his eyes sparkled like gems.

"The Prince Charming flew to the back of the white horse... the unicorn. He whistled, smiled and said to us, 'Don't be afraid', and then..."

Thomas frowned and shrank his neck: "Then he rode the unicorn and lifted us all up into the sky."

"It sounds ridiculous, but it's true..."

Moriarty beside him slowly lowered his head. He couldn't help laughing when he thought that such a ridiculous scene was actually his own experience.

"Miss, I have to say that your world of consciousness is so simple that the white clouds in the sky are made of only a piece of cotton." Thomas pouted and complained.

"I was the only one out of the five people who was unlucky enough to touch that piece of cotton. As a result, I was knocked away by the unicorn twice..."

"Well..."

Beatrice tilted her head, grabbed Thomas's mouth and pulled him over.

She stared at Thomas's gradually red face and said fiercely: "Let me tell you something interesting..."

"In the worlds I built, there are no Prince Charmings or unicorns."

"That white psychopath you met, and the genetically mutated unicorn, are all just figments of your imagination..."

"But..." Thomas wanted to argue.

"Sheesh!"

Beatrice waved her hand and pushed Thomas away, and the falling branches turned him over.

"That's not what I want to hear."

Beatrice turned towards Joshua, white light floating in the air, always waiting for the witch's order.

"What I want to hear is, when you confronted me, what tricks did you play that made me come to this damn place?"

Joshua curled up beside the clear spring, with the clear "tick-tick" sound in his ears, which made his heart even more panicked.

He knew that the answer was not what the witch wanted, but he still had to tremble and say those words: "I don't know."

"Are you looking for death?"

"I really don't know, I swear...a white field suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and then I fell into your consciousness space." He argued anxiously.

"Ah!"

Beatrice laughed coldly. She slammed the ground with her wand, and the purple crystal ball emitted a brighter light.

"What will you swear to make me believe you?"

"If I've told a lie..."

"Nonono!" The witch raised her chin.

"Hands up. I know your little Christian tricks."

Joshua swallowed, knelt on the wet ground, and raised his hands above his head.

His eyes were red as blood, and his tone was sincere and serious: "If I tell even a single lie, I will never be able to return to that world."

"Seriously?" the witch asked with a grin.

"Seriously?" Moriarty asked with a frown.

"What! What!" Thomas shouted loudly with his back to the crowd.

"Seriously..."