A strong flash of light suddenly erupted outside the window, mixed with the power of the germination of spring and the bleakness of winter coming through the window.

Sean and his party rushed to the window, just as they saw that the spirit world that Talo had hastily created was shattered, and everyone including the owner of the spirit world escaped from it—

Two Jack-level explorers died. Their death conditions were extremely miserable, as if too many springs and seeds had germinated and bloomed on their bodies. The corpses were completely covered by blooming plants, and their original shapes could no longer be seen.

Taro appears to be injured. The light of divinity on her body became very dim, and she half knelt on the ground trying to breathe evenly.

Bill, and the remaining six Quests, were clearly exhausted—

They seem to have only stayed in the "Kingdom of Spring" for about five minutes, but the flow of time in the spirit world is different. Perhaps, they fought fiercely in it for more than half an hour.

At this moment, Bill looked a little strange—his expensive and elegant silk suit jacket was gone, and his shirt was covered with blood and sweat stains. Under the shirt, there was something agitating in his chest, exuding a feeling that didn’t seem to belong to this world. color…

At this time, Bill and his party need to recover, and Taro also has her own plan. They couldn't continue fighting, so they could only face each other like this.

"Didn't expect that..." Bill gritted his white teeth with a bitter smile, "Taro, we set up a 'witch hunt' for you...

"The members of this witch hunting society have all experienced your tricks...

"See how you steal the luck of those poor souls!

"Isn't this world fair enough? Those poor people haven't been squeezed enough? Not only their wealth and lives, but also their luck must be handed over to those big bosses?!"

Sean and his party hid behind the window sill, shrouded in moonlight, and no one could notice their existence.

"Stealing luck?" Sean frowned, sketching in his mind the grievances between Tarot and this "witch hunt" including Bill—

Unlike Peter Pan, Tarot is obviously not a "spiritual" god, she is good at using "divine power".

According to ancient legends, the goddess of spring awakens all things with vitality after the winter that symbolizes decline and the dormancy of all things.

But to achieve such an effect, she does not use her own divine power to bring vitality and germinate all things—to be more precise, what the Goddess of Spring does is "allocation".

With the power of "Genor of Creation", Sean knew that the "vitality" and "decay" produced in this world are quantitative but disorderly. , is to distribute the "vitality"...

In this era when the divine power of the "Voyage of the Gods" has declined, the so-called goddess of spring can no longer be in charge of the seasons of a country as before.

However, the regular power of "distribution" is still there.

If used carefully, Talo can wield her rare divine powers to achieve a kind of unimaginable deprivation and distribution.

Specifically, it is aimed at people's "air luck" in the journey of life.

How similar is a person's ups and downs, ups and downs, honors and disgraces to the changing seasons? A certain person perseveres through the cold winter of life and ushers in a turning point, isn't it just like the world ushering in spring and flowers blooming?

In short, the metaphors in literature have revealed the secret of the secret—life also has spring, summer, autumn and winter...

And Taro, the goddess of spring, intervened in the middle.

If Sean guessed correctly, it was Tarot who caused Wordsworth's tragic life.

Wordsworth who ran away from Midnight Paradise, if his life had not been intervened, would not have come to such a tragic ending in the end—he may encounter challenges, he may be frustrated frequently, but he will never go into a dead end.

In the end, the root cause of this young man's complete collapse and his response to the darkest call was Tarot's manipulation behind his back.

Not only that, this goddess who is supposed to be in charge of "Spring" has used her rare divine power to commit more than one evil deed in the city of New Testament—the entire Witch Hunt Society has been deeply hurt by her actions.

This is the reason why they are now willing to kill each other.

From Bill's few words, we can also know that the "luck" of those poor people is obviously also a rare resource, which was picked up by the big crocodiles at the Yunding Cocktail Party...

As Bill said, as if the world was not fair enough, the humblest characters were squeezed to such an extent that they were deprived of the last glimmer of hope in their lives.

Of course, Sean knew that this kind of divine power consumes a lot and can only be targeted at individuals, so it can only be used as a rare punishment method on those children who left Midnight Paradise. Therefore, while harvesting the rare resource of "good luck", it can also deter other children in the lower city, so that they dare not leave Peter Pan's control.

The mystery that has been lingering in Sean's heart for a long time has finally been revealed. He finally knew why children who left Midnight Paradise would suffer bad luck, and he finally knew what the black deer that appeared again and again represented—

Lady Talo is the real "King" herding the Lower Town, and Peter Pan is just a monster she awakened.

Just as Sean was pondering, Taro, who was facing Bill and his party, laughed. She smiled so brightly, as if she knew some great news. Tarot spoke quietly, her voice had never been so vicious, and she pointed her slender fingers at Bill: "I've seen you...you're the boy who picked up Wordsworth outside Midnight Paradise, right?"

Bill didn't answer.

Talo smiled even more happily: "Wordsworth! Oh, it turns out to be Wordsworth's partner!

"Hahahaha...how should I put it?—If those children are fat fish in the autumn river, then your good friend, that dreamer, is the fattest fish I have ever seen!"

In order to torture Bill enough, Talo's voice was high-pitched and harsh: "The 'good future' squeezed out of him is... unbelievable!

"Your friend, I'm afraid, could have become a famous writer!

"Contemporary Shakespeare!

"One hundred years later, the gods are all dead, and the play he wrote will still be staged on White Street!

"Hahahahaha..." Taluo smiled happily~lightnovelpub.net~ her heart was full of joy, "It's a pity that the little guy was caught by me...

"I can only obediently hand over his spring, his dawn, and follow a perverted control freak forever as a gunman until he goes completely crazy!

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Talo's voice almost turned into a howling, and Sean felt the window glass vibrating, and his eardrums ached.

"You know! How did that poor man, in that old screenwriter's house, kneel on the ground and beg the heavens to grant him a little luck?!—he's as humble as a dying dog!

"You know what? My lovely Mr. Bill! What a grand spring that fellow is!?

"How much extra kiwi did those old folks make!?"

People couldn't see Bill's expression clearly. I only saw the owner of the Long Island Mansion, who had no mysterious ability at all, rushing out like an enraged bull.

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