The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 195: Kafni’s Advanced Profession

Chapter 195: Kafni’s Advanced Profession

Annan hurriedly sent the limited-time main mission to the four players outside and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
So, this is roughly resolved.
With this, I sort of resolved the identity issue with “Don Juan.”
Knowing that Benjamin wasn’t dead, and even Don Juan wasn’t dead, Annan had a couple of preparations to take off this disguise.
It was better for him to take the mask off himself than to be taken off by others.
In addition, Annan was still distracted listening to Kafni telling Albert’s sad story.
“From the very beginning, my mother is a Rotten Man’s believer.”
Kafni said softly, “Dad, are you not surprised why I suddenly became Transcended? It’s because my mother put the medium leading to a particular nightmare on me. It’s a chaos-level nightmare.
“But I have let her down, and I’m not dead.” Hearing what his daughter said, Albert’s complexion became ugly.
He couldn’t help but ask, “Why didn’t you say it earlier?”
“Because Grandpa Danton isn’t a Silver Rank “Great Wizard.” but a Gold Rank “Dream Stealer.” He can easily rewrite other people’s memories, and my mother is his apprentice. Did you remember that Grandpa Danton introduced my mother? He is my mother’s elder.”
Kafni’s voice faintly sounded, “Grandpa Danton used an illusion to affect your vision. It makes you all think that his curse vessel is silver. If we are still in the capital, he will hear whatever I say. No matter what I tell you, it is meaningless.
“I have been waiting for the opportunity to leave the royal capital and Grandpa Danton far away for a long time.” Albert’s lips moved slightly.
He looked at Kafni in disbelief. He finally said after a long pause, “That’s why you have been so taciturn? Oh, My Silver Sire, I thought you’re afflicted with disease!”
But soon, Albert realized something again.
He quickly asked, “What about you, Kafni? Didn’t he modify your memory or control your consciousness?”
“He did try, and he thought he succeeded.” Kafni’s pupils were still out of focus, looking forward.
She whispered, “But he didn’t because…”
Kafni said and gently reached her left hand forward.
Her posture was as if inviting a partner to dance.
Annan quickly noticed the Bronze Bracelet on Kafni’s wrist.
Immediately afterward, Kafni took off the bracelet.
The next moment, her skirt fluttered.
Countless shadows formed like real tentacles, protruding from under the skirt anxiously. The tentacles slapped on the ground, then gradually calmed down and fell to the ground tightly.
The shadows flowed down like a river, stretching longer and longer behind her.
It was like a long black dress dragging on the ground.
“Eh?” Bishop Daryl glanced at her suspiciously, “Are you disregarding your life?”
“What’s wrong?” Albert asked quickly.
“Your Highness Kafni is more than just a Bronze Rank.”
Bishop Daryl replied affirmatively, “But her vessel is only Bronze Rank. So she didn’t constrain the curse to the new vessel.
“This means that the curse has highly eroded her. For the curse in this density, Memory Rewriting, Mind Manipulation, Touch of Fear, Slothful Eye couldn’t affect her.
“If she is an ordinary person, she would have already become a monster. But instead, she can retain reasoning, which shows that she has extraordinary willpower.”
Or rather, her curse had many secret keepers.
Daryl didn’t point out anything about the latter reason.
But all the people present understood it.
“But…” Albert looked at Kafni blankly.
He realized for the first time that he didn’t seem to understand his daughter at all.
Kafni replied calmly, “Actually, you know my curse, papa.”
“What?” Albert blinked and asked with a dry throat.
Seeing his stupefied look, Kafni just glanced at him calmly, “That’s what I often say—
“I will be the queen of this country.”
“Is this your curse condition?”
Albert felt that his IQ wasn’t as good as his daughter’s, “I thought…”
“You think I’m joking, Dad. Or some kind of “children’s words.””
In Kafni’s clear to almost transparent eyes, there was a crimson red hue that was as plain as a deity, “Of course they think so too.
“I’m not the king’s daughter, but your daughter. I can’t be a queen. At least for a short time, no one will take it seriously.” But since they heard it, they unwittingly became Kafni’s secret keeper.
Annan had soon reacted in time.
Kafni’s curse was probably something like “becoming a queen in X years.”
She used a childlike tone to make others think that she was joking or simply expressing her ideals.
As the king’s granddaughter, the possibility of contacting high-level Transcended was high. Those adults who heard Kafni’s “childish words” unwittingly become her secret keeper.
Kafni’s current erosion rate was sky-high. But she relied on these secret keepers to survive in a condition without upgrading the curse vessel.
Although she could maintain her sanity, she was probably similar to the demon Klaus, and the others had transformed into.
The shadow cast under her skirt could manifest in reality.
Danton, the “Dream Stealer,” couldn’t control Kafni, who was already a monster in nature.
“My profession is also specialized in resisting mind control.” Kafni let out a soft voice, “From the beginning of my path of transcendence, I’m working hard to break free.”
Her pupils were like a holy grail full of blood and like crystals on fire.
She lifted the skirt slightly and curtsied elegantly to Annan.
Those shadows like living creatures turned into tentacles and retracted under Kafni’s skirt.
Annan looked at her weirdly.
…This little girl.
I wonder where her perseverance and wisdom come from.
“Is your profession the lurker?” Albert couldn’t help but ask.
The middle-aged literary and artistic prince couldn’t help but begin to doubt his IQ and observation ability. Am I a fool?
Daryl shook his head.
He said thoughtfully, “No, if I guessed correctly…”
Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
The conversation between the four people in the house temporarily stopped and looked towards the door.
Kafni took the opportunity to look at Annan again secretly.
Feeling her focused, scorching, and whole-hearted gaze staring at him, Annan felt a chill crept upon him.
“Your Royal Highness, someone is seeking an audience with you.”
“Who is it?”
Albert had a rare opportunity to say in a majestic voice, “Why are they looking for me here? I’m chatting with… His Royal Highness Feudal Lord Geraint.”
He hesitated and didn’t reveal Annan’s true identity.
The guard quickly replied, “It’s the clerk here! He said he has something to report to Your Royal Highness and the Feudal Lord!”
“It’s someone under the viscount.” Bishop Daryl reminded quietly behind Albert and Annan.
Albert pondered for a while but still said, “Let him in.”
“Yes!”
After a careful body search, the clerk was let in.
He respectfully bowed to the four of them.
Counting Kafni, the people here had a higher status than him.
But Annan noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the visiting clerk’s expression.
He wasn’t nervous or furtive.
On the contrary, he was too calm.
Meet a count’s son, a prince, a bishop, and a member of the royal family, why is he not nervous?
Annan was secretly wary.
“Your Royal Highness, there is something important to report on.” The clerk said respectfully and piously to Albert.
His voice was a little sharp, a little trembling, and a little fanatical, “Rotten Man sends his greeting to you!”
As he said, he untied his belt.
Just when Annan was surprised by Rotten Man believer’s indecent assassination method and even hesitated in his heart whether it was an assassination or a mockery, he only heard a sneer.
The shadow under Kafni’s skirt was released at some point.
Like a snake, it ejected quickly along the ground, and the sharp thorns completely penetrated several weak points of the clerk’s body in the blink of an eye!
Then, the shadow tightened immediately, locked his joints, and lifted this person high.
Then, he was beaten to the ground by Kafni’s tentacles with a damaging impact!
He lost consciousness in an instant but still retained a little vigor. The enemy passed out into a coma on the verge of death.
At this time, Kafni’s voice sounded faintly behind Annan, “My advanced profession is the Dragon Monk.”
She retracted her tentacles and curtsied gracefully to the three of them.