Chapter 270 How About This Death Arrangement for Isabella?
"In the Northern Ice Empire, when it comes to ancient martial arts, no one is a match for Gwyneth," Seraphina said.
Of course, she had never fought Gwyneth herself. She said this because Gwyneth had always ranked first on the Royal Arena's leaderboard.
The Northern Ice Empire's arenas were divided into beginner, intermediate, and advanced levels, progressing step by step. The largest and most luxurious arena was the Royal Arena.
By winning enough points in the beginner arena to climb the rankings, you could qualify to enter the intermediate arena. The same applied moving forward. Eventually, those who ranked in the top 500 in the advanced arena could qualify to enter the Royal Arena.
The Royal Arena was filled with masters from the seven great families, so it had become a place where these families tested each other's strength.
But so far, no one who had challenged Gwyneth in the Royal Arena had ever won.
However, Gwyneth had never displayed her hypnosis abilities in the arena.
Rosalind looked at Elijah. "If no one has ever witnessed Gwyneth using hypnosis, then where did this claim about her practicing both ancient martial arts and hypnosis come from?"
Elijah thought for a moment and said, "It came from the doctors who treated Gwyneth."
"I heard that after Gwyneth came back four years ago, she's been suffering from constant headaches and has been seeing doctors about it. That's how doctors started spreading this information."
"But after all these years, no doctor has been able to cure Gwyneth's headaches. Gwyneth's brother Efren recently raised the reward—whoever can cure Gwyneth's headaches will receive a consultation fee of up to 100 million dollars. He even said hypnotists could give it a try, since Gwyneth's headaches might be related to hypnosis."
"Even if Gwyneth really does practice both ancient martial arts and hypnosis, that would just be a rare case." Elijah rolled his eyes and said, "As for that girl from Lumaria, she's probably just an ancient martial arts professional at most. There's no way she's a hypnotist."
Seraphina stopped thinking about it, rubbed her head, got up, and went upstairs to rest.
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Five o'clock in the evening.
In a private room at the restaurant across from the Golden Crown Hotel.
Desserts and fruit were laid out on the table.
Rose was drinking coffee, looking through the private room's window at a certain room on the second floor of the hotel across the street.
The lights were on inside, the window wasn't closed, and you could faintly see Isabella's figure moving around inside.
Eugene narrowed his eyes and asked, "That's Isabella?"
"That's right."
Eugene raised his lips with interest. "Rose, how are you planning to kill her?"
A sinister look appeared in Rose's eyes. "Naturally, I'll make her die without anyone knowing."
The Northern Ice Empire had been cracking down hard on crimes committed by hypnotists in recent years, so they had toughened the laws in this area. Once a hypnotist was found to have used hypnosis to make someone commit suicide, they would investigate thoroughly, and once discovered, it would implicate the entire family.
But even so, she still had to kill Isabella.
She just needed to be more careful when doing it.
Just then, a seven or eight-year-old girl came out of the hotel entrance. The girl came out alone, with no parents around.
Rose looked in the girl's direction and shook the bell beside her hand.
The sound of the bell attracted the girl's attention, and she looked over curiously.
Rose smiled at the girl.
The next second, the girl's pupils immediately became unfocused and dilated. She stared blankly and walked toward the other side of the road.
Traffic was flowing endlessly on the road, but the girl walked as if she couldn't see it, just moving forward mechanically.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Cars flew past in front of her one after another.
She got closer and closer to the road.
Suddenly, at the critical moment, the girl's foot stopped at the edge of the road, and then a black car honked and sped past right in front of her.
The girl's face turned white with fright. She looked around in terror, not knowing how she had ended up at the roadside.
Rose watched this scene and curved her lips, then closed the curtain.
If she hadn't stopped the hypnosis just now, the girl would already be dead.
This was the simplest way for a hypnotist to kill someone.
"Rose, your skills have improved again. You can directly hypnotize that girl from such a distance between here and the hotel entrance. That's really amazing," Eugene said admiringly.
The path of training for hypnotists was often very difficult. From low-level hypnotists to top-level hypnotists, the gap in ability was huge. Low-level hypnotists could only hypnotize face-to-face at close range, while the more powerful the hypnotist, the less distance limited their hypnosis.
Rose had just used the bell to attract the girl's attention, and then with a simple eye contact, she hypnotized a target a hundred meters away. This ability was already quite impressive.
Rose smiled. "Eugene, what do you think of the death I've arranged for Isabella?"
Eugene applauded. "Great! Excellent!"
He couldn't wait to see the show of Isabella getting hit by a car!
Rose smiled smugly. "Next, we just need to wait for her to come out of the hotel."
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Inside the hotel room.
Isabella walked onto the balcony, frowning as she looked at the restaurant across the street.
Seeing her walk outside, William asked, "What are you going outside for?"
Isabella stared at one of the curtain-covered windows on the second floor of the restaurant across the street, frowning. "I feel a bit uncomfortable."
Hearing this, worry immediately appeared in William's eyes. "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"I feel uncomfortable in my heart," Isabella said.
William was a bit confused. "Is your heart uncomfortable?"
"No." Isabella shook her head, staring straight at that window. "I just feel like there's something there."
William came to her side and looked in the direction she was looking.
There was nothing but a window with a bell hanging on it, blocked by a curtain.
"That's just a window," William said.
The curtain blocked the window completely, making it impossible to see the people sitting behind it.
But Isabella had clearly felt something just now, in that direction, making her sense some kind of threat.
William looked at her thoughtfully. "Are you too tired?"
"I'm hungry," Isabella answered, changing the subject.
William handed her the hotel's ordering iPad. "Order whatever you want to eat on here, and the staff will bring it up."
Isabella took the iPad, stopped thinking about that strange feeling, went back to the suite, and flopped on the bed to start ordering.
The menu page had a complete selection of delicious food, more than ten pages in total. Isabella scrolled through the screen with her finger while calling out dish names.