Chapter 722 Something is wrong again?

Although the witches promoted from the "Instigator" path are not as good at observing people's words and expressions as those from the "Audience" path, they are more sensitive to sudden negative emotions than those from most paths. Perhaps only the demons from the "Abyss" are better at taking advantage of this emotion.

Therefore, Angel immediately noticed the uneasiness hidden behind Dorian's expression when he said "the angel of Abraham's family", and the worry that followed.

If Abraham truly possessed multiple Sequence 2s, he shouldn't be acting like this. It's me who should be worried... Angel pondered this and quickly understood the source of his worry.

Abraham's family is not at all like what Dorian said. They may not have angels or even saints!

This is a reasonable speculation. Based on the "Master Key" obtained by Angel, the death of the unfortunate descendant of Abraham and the notes he left behind, and the mumbling of Mr. "The Door" discussed by everyone at the Tarot Club, it can be confirmed that this family member, cursed at the root of his bloodline and subjected to crazy mumblings every time there is a full moon, a blood moon, or when inspiration is overflowing, will hardly survive and be promoted to a higher sequence.

They can even only test qualified outsiders, accept them as students, and teach them potions on an "apprentice" basis, hoping that these people will help revive Abraham.

This is true of the traitor "Mr. X" Louis Wayne, and also of the Tarot Club's "Magician" Fors Wall.

Even if they had one or two saints, the one who would come to contact me, the witch of Despair, would not be this member who is not very powerful...

Of course, Dorian wasn't lying completely. As an angel family that had existed since the Fourth Epoch and had endured to this day, they must have possessed certain Beyonder traits, or perhaps magical items, or even seals with significant side effects but equally astonishing effects. If the "existence of angels" he was referring to wasn't referring to living angels, but rather seals formed with Sequence 2 Beyonder traits... then that would be a powerful item equivalent to a Level 0 seal.

Because of this, Angel didn't expose Dorian's little "lie" if it would have made him feel more comfortable talking.

"It makes me feel very happy to know that you are so strong. Perhaps we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

She said this with a kind smile, which also meant that the questioning was coming to an end.

Of course, Angel was not too satisfied with the information she had obtained this time. Her original purpose was to find clues about the "Witch Family" in the Fourth Epoch, but what she learned instead were the secrets of the Abraham and Tamara families. One of these two families had fallen into poverty, and its inheritance had almost been cut off due to a blood curse. The other was hidden in the mist of history. Except for a few individuals, no trace of it could be found in the Fifth Epoch.

Thinking of this, she quickly asked a question:

"Do you know how to find those 'Tamara's?"

Dorian frowned, thought for a moment, and then replied:

"According to records, the Tamara family is characterized by black hair and gray eyes. Their facial features and limbs have a unique sense of symmetry, and their facial features resemble those of wax figures. Because of this, they were not favored by King Solomon at the time. It was not until the Tudor era that they were granted the status of hereditary dukes for their support of the new emperor."

The Solomonic Empire at the time seemed to favor asymmetrical aesthetics, as reflected in the flagship of Nast, the "King of the Five Seas." No wonder they disliked Tamara, whose appearance was a symmetrical mirror image... a mirror image...

Angel was lost in thought, and thought of the "Black Witch" Clarisse whom she met at the Red House Café in Trier. The latter also had black hair and gray eyes, and her face was quite symmetrical. She originally thought that this was due to the common hair color of witches, but now she thought that she might have inherited some characteristics of Tamara's family.

The product of the marriage between the Witch Family and Tamara... her face is a little different from Katarina, Triss, and the others, but instead has a certain invisible heroic aura...

Feeling that he would definitely not be able to come into contact with this "ageless" witch in the short term, Angel sighed regretfully, thanked Dorian Grey Abraham again for his answer, and stood up to leave.

At this moment, the descendant of Abraham called out to her hesitantly:

"Excuse me, if... there are some matters of cooperation, how can I contact you?"

Cooperation? Does he mean the kind of cooperation he had with "Mr. X" Louis Wain? Angel chuckled and replied without looking back:

"Contact Ms. Fors Wall; she can contact me.

"But next time, it won't be a friendship price..."

After reminding the other party to prepare the reward, Angel walked straight to the decorative mirror on the wall, entered the mirror world without any disguise, and left here.

Dorian, wearing a top hat and a black suit, sat in his original position. He breathed a sigh of relief after a long time. He raised his hand, which had been pressed against the outside of his pocket and kept pressing it down, and took out a bracelet inlaid with several gems in a strange shape. The bracelet was broken, and two gems were floating close to each other in a posture of surrounding each other. Whenever Dorian pressed it, they would move closer to each other and then separate on their own.

Only after he sealed this magical object with the spiritual wall did he shake his sore arms and stop the continuous movement.

If not, as long as he stopped pressing for more than 5 seconds, he would be instantly teleported to a predetermined location by the bracelet, escaping to a location hundreds of kilometers away from Backlund.

This was the preparation he made to prevent himself from being charmed, hypnotized, possessed, or pulled into a dream, making it impossible to escape immediately.

Talking to a High-Sequence Beyonder was too stressful. Fortunately, she only asked some historical questions and didn't do anything extreme.

Perhaps, I could really ask her to cooperate with me on that matter...

Dorian picked up the cold coffee and drank it all in one gulp.

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Hakata Port on the edge of the turbulent sea.

Klein slowly opened his eyes in his single room on the second floor of the hotel, recovering from his stiff stance.

He had thought that this journey to the Southern Continent, although not pleasant, would at least be relatively relaxing. He did not expect that what happened along the way would make him almost too busy to handle.

First, Colin Iliad, the chief of Silver City, where "Sun" Derrick was located, politely requested help from the "Fool" behind Derrick. With the idea of helping Silver City, which had suffered for a thousand years, and earning a favor in exchange for supplies, Klein passed on to the "Demon Hunter" the method of using the "Time Worm" left by Amon's clone to create the "Luck Stealer" spell, gaining a faith from the other party, whose sincerity was unclear.

Then, in order to fill the stomach of the magical glove, which had become even more "hungry" after consuming Mr. A's extraordinary characteristics, he used teleportation to come to Hakata Port when he was supposed to board the ship in Disi Bay, hoping to find a notorious pirate to serve as food. However, because he was carrying the Azik Copper Whistle, he accidentally triggered the power of the God of Death in the Violent Sea.

Of course, this was originally just a small matter, but after Klein used the power of the gray fog space to spy on the source of the power of death, he attracted the other party's "revenge", causing half of the violent sea to show a doomsday scene. Even the port of Hakata on the edge was filled with a large number of shadows and resentful souls, as if it had fallen into the underworld, showing a complete madness.

Fortunately, these monsters seemed to be in another world and only caused a large number of pirates to be frightened and exhausted, without causing any substantial damage.

Although most of them were pirates, they were not necessarily evil. Klein did not want everyone to fall into hell. He only wanted to pick the most vicious and unlucky one, feed his "creeping hunger", and then leave.

Unfortunately, the continuous prayers from the Fool's followers left him somewhat overwhelmed. The discussions between The Hanged Man and The Queen on rescuing the artisans and dealing with the School of Roses, The Sun's report on the results of the Chief's exploration of the mausoleum, and the deal between The Moon and The Hermit... kept him in and out of the gray fog until his spirituality was somewhat exhausted.

Even after the "early days of entrepreneurship," a god is still very busy... Perhaps after reaching demigodhood, or even a higher order, I can design some kind of "automatic response" method to free myself from this kind of labor... Klein pondered, feeling his spiritual power partially recover. He then used teleportation to return to Harman Port near Disi Bay and returned to the ship where he had bought the ticket.

I could teleport directly, but I still need to rely on ordinary means of transportation. Sigh, this is the trouble of the rich. I wonder how many Beyonders in Backlund, and even around the world, are hiding in the world of ordinary people like this, wearing various identities during the day and being themselves at night...

He muttered to himself as he walked to the restaurant on the upper deck of the cruise ship, which had windows all around and a pleasant view. He sat down, ordered a grilled fish called Dipsy, and had it for breakfast with sweet iced tea. He sighed with contentment, leaned back in his chair, and squinted his eyes as he looked towards the port.

The ship is about to set sail, and a handful of passengers are hurriedly boarding. I hope this beautiful day will continue, without any accidents, so that I can conserve my energy and spirit and arrive safely at my destination...

Before Klein's thoughts faded, a passenger with suspicious movements caught his attention.

The latter was wearing a thick black coat in the not-so-cool port, with a top hat on his head that covered most of his face, and his chin, mouth and nose were wrapped in circles of scarf, leaving only his eyes exposed.

This act of concealing features immediately made Klein feel a little concerned, but then he chuckled and looked away.

Even if the person who came here was a murderer, it would have nothing to do with me. At most, I would put the letter of complaint on the captain's desk when I got off the ship. Besides, he might just be a shy passenger who would rather sweat than have his face seen...

As the whistle sounded, the passenger ship slowly left the dock, and Klein's heart relaxed. He prepared to return to his room and get a good sleep, or write a letter to Angel, asking her what useful information she had obtained from the descendants of Abraham's family and sharing her travel experiences.

At this moment, a man with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets and strong facial features walked over from the dock in the distance. He was wearing a dark blue jacket with a circle of decorative lace on the cuffs, which was quite in the exaggerated style of Intis.

As soon as Klein noticed him, the man cast his gaze towards the passenger ship. His light blue eyes immediately locked onto this side. His brows were furrowed, and his chin was raised, as if he was about to do something.

But the next second, the sky became dark, and several waterspouts quickly rolled up the originally calm sea surface. Strong winds mixed with lightning and heavy rains hit the ships and docks on the sea. The entire coastal area instantly turned into a hell of extreme weather.

The passenger ship swayed and sped up, trying to escape the area. The dock in the distance was already shrouded in heavy rain, and the proud-looking Intis man was nowhere to be seen.

In the restaurant where the waiters hurriedly closed the windows, Klein also frowned.

He instinctively sensed something was wrong.