Chapter 855
Ants
Chapter 855 Ants
In the video, Aldridge Corbitt not only knew it perfectly well, but he practically had a color palette on his face, with all sorts of emotions mixed together. It's probably something that even the best actor in the world couldn't portray!
—A secret expectation and utter astonishment intertwined in his eyes.
His condescending smugness and unbelievable anger caused the muscles in his face to twitch into a pulled shape.
He was furious at being kept in the dark, and panicked at being abandoned. His body was contorted; his head wanted to look at Chairman Hawthorne, but his feet turned towards the manor gate, as if he instinctively wanted to escape.
Vilan froze the image, marveling at his performance in that instant, while also labeling it with a large "suspicious" tag.
Victor, standing next to him, also noticed the last person highlighted on the list—
Reginald Perez.
Unlike Corbit, who was frozen in place, Perez instinctively took a half step forward and raised his hand when he saw the gold dust gushing out, as if he wanted to catch the falling gold dust with his bare hands.
His face was filled with an almost obsessive fervor, as if there was no one or anything else in his eyes!
Seeing him watching the video repeatedly, Vilan asked in bewilderment:
“I saw it too. Isn’t this guy obsessed with time magic? Isn’t his reaction normal? And when the Purifier appeared in the previous video, his reaction was no different from everyone else’s.”
Victor said, "I know, but..."
He dragged the progress bar back a bit, slowed it down, and analyzed it almost frame by frame:
"Look at him, he woke up so quickly! While everyone else was still worried about whether this powder would be harmful, he had already started patting his collar!"
Compared to those around him who were jumping around and casting spells to keep the powder away, Perez's slapping motion didn't seem out of place.
However, given his "fervent obsession with time magic," this action seems rather strange.
Vilan pressed a button to freeze the image.
The man in the video had his head down. The beetle puppet didn't capture his expression at that moment, but you could vaguely see the corners of his mouth turning down.
“Disdain…disappointment?” Vilan murmured, “But how could he tell in an instant that what landed on him…was not the time particles he had been dreaming of?”
“There is only one reasonable explanation,” Victor said in a deep voice. “He has come into contact with real time particles and knows what it feels like when they come into contact with the human body.”
Although Antoine was focused on sending messages, his ears weren't plugged, so he could hear the occasional discussions around him.
At first he didn't pay much attention, but as he listened, Antoine's writing speed involuntarily slowed down, and he kept glancing at Vilan and the other man.
Vilan suddenly turned his head 180 degrees to look at Antoine, smiling: "What? Mr. Moreau wants some coffee?"
Antoine was startled and hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "No, no! Please continue!"
Vilan turned his head back, and Antoine heard his heart start pounding wildly.
At this moment, he really wanted to ask Wade—
These puppets of yours... what's going on with them? Did you really just randomly grab the souls of a few unlucky people and stuff them in?
……
"Miss Elsie."
The house-elf blinked its large, tennis ball-sized eyes, watching respectfully as the girl practiced making puppets.
"Everyone from the Magic Congress has left."
"Oh." The blonde girl dropped the pale, lifeless doll she was holding, stood up, and asked as she walked out, "Did they get any results?"
"No, Miss." The elf's ears drooped, and her tone carried a hint of disdain for those people.
"Hmm...as expected."
Elsie smiled and asked, "What about the gold dust?"
The little elf said, "It's just ordinary pyrite powder, it's worthless and has no magic whatsoever."
Elsie then asked, "What about the Purifiers' video?"
The little elf said, "Apart from the Mirror in the manor, no other places have received the same image, so it can be confirmed that this is a very targeted prank."
"The Aurors in Congress believe that the other side is trying to undermine Chairman Hawthorne's prestige by portraying the respected chairman as a fool who can't distinguish truth from falsehood. But they all say that after this incident, everyone admires Chairman Hawthorne even more!"
"Oh, I see... It's this kind of political infighting again. How boring."
Elsie stood on the balcony, looking down at the empty courtyard.
The courtyard, which was brightly lit not long ago, is now a mess. The lawn is trampled and messy, the bushes are crooked and fallen, and there is trash carelessly thrown away by congressional investigators.
The lingering sweet scent of perfume, mixed with the cool night breeze, made the air feel somewhat refreshing.
The little elf said angrily, "Master, don't lend the manor to those guys in Congress again next time. They don't know how to cherish it at all!"
Elsie stroked her big ears affectionately and said tenderly:
“Silly child, what is a courtyard compared to the order our family got from Congress? If Chairman Hawthorne hadn’t been unwilling to accept it, we would have given him this little estate directly!”
The house-elf blushed with excitement after being stroked on the ear, muttering something like, "The Speaker of Congress comes and goes, but Vanderbilt remains."
Elsie smiled, not intending to correct her, and said softly:
"Alright, you all clean up today. Tomorrow, Dad will send a few people who are good at herbal medicine over, and the yard will be back to normal soon."
Elsie lifted her skirt slightly, about to return to her bedroom to rest, but just as she turned around, she caught something unusual out of the corner of her eye.
She stopped, turned her head to look, and suddenly bent down, reaching out to touch the narrow gap where the window frame met the stone wall.
A tiny ant appeared in her palm, its six slender legs moving helplessly in the air.
Elsie turned the ants over and examined them closely.
Compound eyes, antennae, mandibles, dorsal plate, thorax and abdomen, stinger...
Even when viewed up close, it is indistinguishable from a real ant.
but……
How can such tiny creatures as ants possess magic?
Despite the extremely faint magical reaction, Elsie has been very sensitive to magic since childhood, and she can clearly feel the magical aura when she places an ant in her palm.
A slight smile played on her lips, and a hint of moisture flickered in her eyes.
(End of this chapter)