Chapter 488 (1/2)

Chapter 488: The Breeding Ground for Evil

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“We’re going to catch all the criminals and stop them from perpetrating in the City of Neverwinter!”

Nightingale held onto Summer’s shoulder and said loudly.

“Uh, yes… Lady Nightingale.” Summer then shrank back. “But it’s time to go to sleep…”

“It’s still early. Let’s talk about the countermeasures for tomorrow.” Her eyes were sparkling. “No one can escape our hunting, not even the most cunning Rat! Right, you can call me sister instead.”

“Yes… Sister Nightingale.”

Oh, my God, Summer did not understand, why as an ordinary townsman, she had to catch criminals. Wasn’t it the patrol party’s job? Plus, Lady Nightingale… no, Sister Nightingale had been so excited since she had returned from the prince’s office. She had been saying “catching criminals” over and over again.

“She’s really a witch who hates evils as she does her own enemies.” Summer said to herself. “But can I really help her?”

As Summer thought about this, she asked cautiously. “What shall we do? I’ve never caught a criminal.”

“It’s my job to catch the criminals,” Nightingale patted her chest proudly and said, “And, you only need to rebuild the crime scene to show us who the murder was!”

“You mean the exact moment of the killing?” Summer hesitated and continued, “But, how can I know when exactly the killer did it?”

“Uh…” Nightingale paused. “You’re right. How often can you use your ability?”

“I practiced with Sister Wendy for a week and four times is the limit now, I think that’s the best I can do,” Summer said with frustration. “My magic power is very limited and if the illusion lasts a little longer, the number of uses will decrease. Besides, I cannot rebuild a scene from two days earlier, otherwise, the magic power will run out very fast.”

“How long can the illusion last?”

“Half, half a quarter.”

“Um… that’s rather short.” Nightingale paced to and fro at the bedside. “It’ll be troublesome if the flashback doesn’t reveal the criminal.” She meditated for a few minutes. “If you reduce the lasting time of each illusion, can you try a few more times?”

“Maybe I can, but I’m not sure,” Summer murmured, “Sister Wendy told me if I could control the magic power accurately, I would be able to control the length of time. But every time I summon my power, I always feel the magic waning quickly.”

“It’s such a pity Countess Spear isn’t here,” Nightingale said with a regretful look. “Anyway, let’s deduce a time and take a chance.”

“Take, take a chance?”

“Yes!” Nightingale said, laughing. “I’m always pretty lucky; otherwise, I wouldn’t ever have met Prince Roland.” She suddenly became sad at these words. “… if only it could have been a few days earlier.”

“How could that be considered as lucky?” Summer shouted in her mind. “Anyway, luck is unreliable! My ability won’t work even a few hours later, let alone days. Can we really catch criminals tomorrow?”

“Well, now go to sleep.” Nightingale blew out the candles and darkness soon enveloped the room.

“Uh-uh.” Summer answered and climbed onto the big bed. The soft bedding covered her immediately.

“God, this is the bed of a noble? It’s too comfortable.” Summer buried her head into the clean pillow and felt her body sinking into the bed. She stretched her body and quickly started to fall asleep.

Do all the witches in the castle sleep with such comfortable bedding? If I slept on such a bed, I wouldn’t ever feel like getting up again.

She could hear Nightingale mumbling while she was trying to fall asleep.