Chapter 360 Half True, Half False

Are you more concerned about the source of the potion formula than about me hiding my true appearance?

Angel was stunned at first, but quickly realized that this was for the purpose of controlling the witch sect internally and preventing the formula from leaking out and producing too many "wild witches" that would endanger the sect's safety.

According to the "Law of the Immortality of Extraordinary Characteristics", Extraordinaries of the same path are actually in a hidden competitive relationship. Rather than searching hard for or purchasing potion materials at high prices, directly targeting the Extraordinaries of the next sequence may be a more convenient option. Once there are too many wild and uncontrolled Extraordinaries, the mid- and high-sequence Extraordinaries of this path must always worry about becoming their hunting targets.

The most typical example Angel had seen was the "Mechanical Heart" craftsman Kavi from Enmat Port and the defected Extraordinary Tomas. The latter directly targeted Kavi, who was one sequence higher than him, and almost succeeded.

Because of this, even secret organizations with loose disciplines have very strict control over the formulas of potions above the mid-sequence level.

This must be the reason why Sylvia easily gave the ingredients for the potion but was reluctant to reveal the complete formula.

Angel had already rehearsed these questions and the reasons behind them. She had a conflicted and hesitant expression on her face, and after a moment she answered:

"The ingredients for the potion come from Severia. It's her reward for my recent mission, and the formula..." She paused, looking at the face of Lady Despair with a faint smile, "came from a private transaction."

"Tell me about that transaction and who made it?"

"Ms. Despair," Panatia asked slowly, looking at Angel with her beautiful eyes.

"I am……"

Angel was about to say the answer he had prepared long ago, when he suddenly found that Panatia's eyes were like two small mirrors, reflecting his fake face transformed by the "Faceless Man". At the same time, the holy emblem on her right wrist and the "Angel Blessing" on the outer layer of her spirit body both felt a little cold.

She was fortune-telling, using her eyes as a mirror to openly predict the truthfulness of my answers!

This is an unprecedented phenomenon. Even when facing the investigation of the Nighthawks, the "counter-divination" has never been so intense.

Fortunately, I was doubly prepared...

Angel's mind was working rapidly, but he continued speaking without any pause:

"...I met her while selling 'witch' formulas at a Beyonder gathering in Queens. She was a young, mysterious woman. She followed me outside the venue and asked if I needed the 'joyful' potion formula. She only wanted 2,500 pounds. I already had the potion ingredients and was eager to get promoted, so I agreed to the deal."

This is half true and half false. The formula was indeed obtained through a "trade", and there is also a gathering of extraordinary people in Queens, but the rest is a lie.

With anti-divination measures in place, Angel is not afraid of being discovered by the other party.

"2500 pounds! No wonder you're so broke, you have to buy clothes from me... Sorry, Ms. Despair."

Severia closed her mouth under Panatia's gaze.

"Is the organizer of the rally called Mr. A?"

The latter continued to ask about the details of the transaction.

"Yes, but his rally was recently busted by the authorities, otherwise I would have had a chance to meet that lady."

"What's that person's height and appearance?"

"She was a little shorter than me and was wearing a mask and a hood. I only saw her black hair, but it could have been a disguise."

Panatia stopped asking questions and continued to look at Angel with scrutiny. After a while, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the cold feeling had disappeared.

"Very good, you didn't lie to me."

The lady nodded with satisfaction, her smile widening as she turned her gaze towards Severia, seemingly no longer caring about this new member who had passed the test.

But the next moment, she looked at Angel again and asked:

"What do you think of Triss Chick?"

Why did you launch a surprise attack... Fortunately, I was always cautious and on guard...

Angel complained in his heart, but he didn't hesitate and replied immediately:

"Back in Tingen, Triss and I, as men, were both 'assassins' under Madam Sharon. And in Backlund, I met Triss twice, both times at balls. She seemed a little mentally unstable... Wait, why do you call her Chick?"

After a few words, Angel realized that the way "Ms. Despair" addressed Triss was a little different from usual.

Sherlock's words suddenly appeared in her mind:

"This reminds me of an ancient tome I recently read. It mentioned the 'Original Witch,' the being worshipped by the Witch Cult. Her name is 'Chik,' which is a male name!"

The point is not that men are the real thing, the point is that Triss is called "Triss Chick"...

Her strange, terrifying sapphire ring...

She occasionally appeared as if she was possessed...

As if being controlled by someone, she often does things she doesn't even know about...

Chike, the "Original Witch"...

Angel's mind was filled with thoughts, and she tried hard to grasp the clues.

Could it be that the Witch Cult's human trafficking and suburban base are meant to emulate the Aurora Order, summoning their own "Original Witch," and Triss has been chosen as the vessel for that divine descent? But if that's the case, how could Prince Edessak dare to keep someone like her by his side, and even fall in love with her? Wouldn't that be like placing yourself next to explosives ready to explode at any moment? Unless he's completely unaware of the Witch Cult's plans and is simply a pawn...

Suppressing the thought of drifting further and further away, Angel looked back at Panatia. The latter did not notice her wandering thoughts, but replied with a chuckle:

"Chike, that will be her new name. Of course, she's a little resistant now, but it won't last long.

"As for you, you have completed your mission in Backlund very well. After the New Year, the sect's long-planned operation will officially begin. At that time, you will receive the rewards you deserve."

"Thank you, Ms. Despair."

Sylvia replied a little excitedly.

Reward? I don't think I did anything, so why am I getting a reward?

Angel was a little confused, but he still bowed like Sylvia.

Then, Sylvia took her out of the windowless stone chamber and back to the underground passage outside, ending this brief meeting.

"Go back the same way you came and take the carriage we came in to my house. I might not be back until the evening, and we can talk in detail then."

Sylvia gritted her teeth at the end of her speech, and was obviously very dissatisfied with Angel for becoming the "Pleasure Witch" behind her back.

Angel didn't care. After passing the "Lady of Despair" level, Sylvia couldn't do anything to her.

Moreover, she always felt that Lady Despair was hiding something from her. At least the so-called "action" was extremely vague, and the name of the "Original Witch" Chick was mentioned, which made Angel feel vaguely uneasy.

She decided to report this base and all these witches upon returning to Backlund!

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Sylvia returned to the stone chamber, carefully closed the door, and then looked at the woman in white robes in the depths of the room.

"Ms. Despair, she's gone."

"Good, she didn't notice anything unusual?"

"abnormal?"

Sylvia was a little confused. She subconsciously looked back at the closed door and asked.

"I'm disappointed in you, Sylvia."

Panatia took two steps closer and spoke softly. The hem of her white robe, which was slit above her thighs, inadvertently revealed some of her fair skin, causing Sylvia to involuntarily linger on it.

"Have you never realized that this 'Witch of Tingen' is not actually one of us?"