Chapter 102 Gunpowder and Witchcraft
As night fell, Dunn personally arrived at the scene in the carriage belonging to the Night Watchmen.
Angel and Leonard quietly left the second-floor house and came to the carriage, only to find that in addition to Dunn Smith, Klein had also followed them.
"Captain, why did you let him come here? If a fight breaks out, we won't be able to guarantee his safety."
Angel was a little anxious. After the three of them had discussed at her house, they decided to let Klein find the altar and then go back to replace Dunn. Three extraordinary people who were good at close combat entered the building and launched a sneak attack to eliminate the criminal who built the altar and performed the curse ritual.
Unexpectedly, Klein followed back.
"I asked him to come. As an official member of the Nighthawks, he will have to participate in frontline combat in the future. I'd like to take this opportunity to let him feel the atmosphere of the battlefield."
"And later, we'll need him as a 'fortune teller' to search the scene and solve the curse ritual."
"I'll stay away from the battlefield and come back after the battle is over." Klein jumped off the carriage and added when he saw Angel's unhappy expression.
"...Then take these bullets. They're effective against the Witch's invisibility. But remember, don't engage her head-on. You'll definitely lose..."
Seeing that the other party had already arrived here, it was too late to drive him back, so Angel took out the "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" he carried with him, gave two to Klein, and explained how to use it.
Of course, she did not forget to give two bullets each to Dunn and Leonard. In the battle with Mrs. Sharon, this type of bullet has been proven to greatly restrict the actions of invisible enemies.
"Old Neil doesn't have this kind of bullet... Is there a prayer in Hermetic language on it?"
Klein picked up a bullet and brought it close to his eyes to observe it. However, he lacked the darkvision of the "Assassin" and the "Insomniac". In the dim light from the oil lamp hanging on the carriage, he could only barely make out the type of text etched on the bullet casing, but could not read it carefully.
"Oh? Has it changed to Hermetic? She used a script we couldn't understand before, but it seems it has been improved."
Leonard also came over. Night is the home turf of the "Sleepless Man", and he looked more energetic than during the day.
"Alright, let's continue the research on the text when we get back. We need to launch the operation as quickly as possible to avoid being detected by the target."
Dunn interrupted their conversation with a light cough. He buttoned up his windbreaker, left his silk hat in the car, and combed his light brown hair back on both sides of his temples, looking more capable than usual.
"Okay, Klein, stay away from the carriage and hide on the other side. If the enemy flees, they'll likely seize the carriage."
Angel took out the smaller caliber revolver and gave instructions to Klein.
The appearance of "Thirsty Blood" is too strange, so she doesn't plan to use it now.
"But, Captain, since we've confirmed that this is the location of the cursed altar, why don't we just..."
Picking up the pistol and checking the ammunition, Angel suddenly remembered that the "Mechanical Hearts" in Port Enmat had also faced similar problems and their solutions, and hesitantly said to Dunn.
Klein had already taken two steps forward, preparing to find a patch of grass to crouch down, but upon hearing Angel's words, he turned back and moved closer.
"We can have Klein divine first to confirm whether the ritual will take effect immediately. If we still have time, we can notify the police, the Tingen City garrison, and even the Mechanical Heart. We can bring in some heavy artillery and blow up this house and the entire altar!"
It had been a month since she came to this world. She had gotten used to the low technology of the steam age and the high mystery of potions and extraordinary items. She had almost forgotten that heavy weapons could be used to solve the problems currently faced by several people.
Whether it is a "magician" or a "witch", it is difficult to escape from the covering attack of multiple large-caliber artillery with a killing radius of more than 20 meters.
Dunn seemed stunned by what he heard. He looked at Angel with a hint of confusion in his gray eyes. He was silent for a while and then looked at Klein.
"Try, um, try to divine according to Angel's instructions. If there is any danger, stop immediately. The other party's ritual may be connected to some dangerous existence."
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Since the afternoon, Triss had been feeling uneasy.
After the small mirror she placed in her bedroom for early warning sounded the alarm, she searched around the house but found nothing.
The house that Mitis chose, located on the bank of the Tussock River in the West District, was said to be the inheritance of a baron in Tingen City. It was deserted a year ago and no one lived in it. Perhaps it had long been forgotten by the heirs.
There are several houses around that have also been uninhabited for a long time. Further west is the suburban farmland, which is usually sparsely visited. Once night falls, it is pitch dark, making it a good place to build an altar.
Logically speaking, this place shouldn't be discovered, at least not so quickly...
She could not shake off the uneasiness and even tried divination with the magic mirror. However, downstairs was the statue of the original witch, which was the cage of countless wronged souls. She tried divination with the magic mirror twice in a row, but both times failed.
As the night gradually fell outside the window, she decided to go downstairs to find Mitis.
The "Witch of Pleasure" whom she didn't like very much but had to come into contact with frequently.
“Bang, bang—”
Walking through the corridor filled with floating ghosts like a familiar figure, Triss arrived at the lobby on the first floor and knocked on the door of the restaurant.
"What's up?"
The door was opened from the inside, and a tall and thin figure flashed out. She took off her hood, revealing her long gray hair and the beautiful face beneath her hair.
"Mitis, something's wrong. My magic mirror sounded a warning, but I didn't find anything unusual when I looked around. The divination I tried also failed."
"Any divination that doesn't point to the 'Origin' near the altar or the statue will fail. I remember teaching you that."
After making a comment in a calm but blunt tone, the gray-haired woman, Mitis, took out a palm-sized mirror from under her black robe. The mirror was covered with a dark red unknown substance and did not reflect a single light.
"...You are the beginning of all things, and you will end all things..."
Using the divination magic mirror that had been warmed by her spiritual power, she chanted the person's real name and performed a quick divination.
The crimson substance on the mirror surface quickly disappeared as if it were evaporated, and the smooth surface revealed a scene that only the fortune teller could see.
"The divination was disrupted, and the other party took countermeasures. But fortunately, 'Original' was right next to us, so their countermeasures didn't have much effect. Let me see... Windbreaker, night operation, an official Beyonder, very likely from the Night's side..."
Mitis muttered to herself as Triss stood by, anxiously waiting.
"The other side has a young 'diviner' who used divination to find this place... I taught you a long time ago that after every attack, you must use black flames to clear the traces and counter the divination. It seems you haven't learned a thing."
She kept her eyes on the magic mirror, but her words were aggressive.
The next moment, Mitis's expression changed.
"Heavy artillery! Damn it, we can't let them leave."
The magic mirror had exhausted its power, and crimson liquid seeped out again, covering the mirror surface. But its owner was no longer concerned about it, and instead spoke hurriedly to Triss.
"Go to the altar immediately, end the ritual, destroy the bedroom mirror, and then leave with the 'original' statue. I'll stop them. As soon as the ritual stops, they'll discover it."
"What's going on? Heavy artillery?" Triss's round cheeks were distorted by surprise, destroying the harmonious beauty.
"The Night Watchmen have discovered this place. They don't plan to attack us, but to gather the army and use artillery to flatten this house and the entire altar!"
Mittis's voice became sharp with anxiety.
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