Chapter 125 Pre-performance
"That sounds really impressive..."
Angel seemed to be able to see Miss Justice's eyes shining through the gray fog.
"So which path does this 'Creeping Hunger', I mean 'Shepherd', belong to?"
Perhaps remembering the "creeping hunger" that devoured a living person every other day, Justice finally woke up from his envy and continued to question the sun.
"It belongs to the Sequence 5 of the 'Secret Prayer'."
Before the Sun could speak, Mr. Fool at the head of the long table answered.
Sequence 5 of the Secret Prayer... So after the "Rose Bishop" comes the "Shepherd"?
First, he controlled the flesh and blood, and then he controlled the soul and the abilities that the soul possessed... Although there is no connection in the names, the functions of the abilities are still quite reasonable.
Angel secretly noted down this important information and prepared to tell Dunn Smith about it the next day.
After all, there was a member of the Aurora Society hidden in Tingen City, and he was very likely a Sequence 5! If we didn't know about his Beyonder abilities in advance, we would be at a great disadvantage if we confronted him.
Looking at Mr. Fool, who fell silent again after a brief speech, Angel once again praised and thanked Him for his guidance.
The Hanged Man was also attracted by the Fool's suggestion. He turned his gaze to the mysterious Fool and asked respectfully:
"Mr. Fool, could your followers provide assistance at the critical moment of capturing Qilingos? I think I can offer a price that you might be interested in."
The gray fog space fell silent again. Even Mr. Sun looked at the Fool, anticipating his response.
"The premise is that he is near Backlund at the time, and he will complete my mission first."
"yes."
The Hanged Man lowered his head and replied, not continuing the topic.
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The crimson light appeared and disappeared, and Angel returned to the single room surrounded by the spiritual wall and returned to the third floor of the Blackthorn Security Company.
Looking at the pocket watch in his hand, the time was only half past three. Angel realized that this Tarot meeting was shorter than any other in the past.
Perhaps it's because of the increase in numbers? Or perhaps the Fool has other plans?
Angel didn't dare to think about it too much. She planned to record the information about the "shepherd" and submit it to the Night Watchmen as soon as possible.
But the next moment, the spiritual energy in the body surged, as if an object was rapidly dissolving and spreading throughout the body. There was a "pop" sound in the mind, as if it was the sound of a glass container breaking.
This familiar yet strange feeling made Angel quickly think of the only possibility:
The "Instigator" potion in her body was completely digested.
But when I read in the newspaper how the "Wild Bear Gang" and the "Labor Mutual Aid Association" were instigated to harm each other and were eventually busted by the police, I was still a long way from digesting the magic potion...
Even with Cole's "acting experience", she didn't think she could just sit there and do nothing while digesting the rest of the potion.
unless……
Angel recalled that just now at the Tarot Club, when he was gloating about "using words to influence the institutional reform of the kingdom", he seemed to have a sense of joy similar to "successful instigation", but perhaps due to the influence and suppression of the gray fog space, he did not show any signs of digesting the potion at that time.
Could it be that my behavior before I became the "instigator" could also promote the digestion of the potion now?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this possibility was very high.
After all, the role of "Cole Granger" can influence "Angel Granger" who takes the potion later, so why can't the role before becoming the instigator affect himself now?
According to the theory of "role-playing", in order to master the power of the potion and eliminate its influence, one needs to behave in a way that conforms to the "role" represented by the name of the potion and summarize corresponding rules. By abiding by these rules, one can avoid being affected by the residual mental influence of the potion and losing control.
And the "instigation" I had carried out in the "Assassin" stage had inadvertently complied with the code of conduct for the next sequence. This might be considered a kind of...
"Pre-performance?"
Angel muttered to himself.
To take it to the extreme, if the residual mental effects of the potion are regarded as "poison", "acting" is equivalent to the antidote of this poison, and "pre-acting" is to take the corresponding antidote in advance, so that when the extraordinary person takes the "poison", this part of the toxicity can be directly eliminated.
But Mrs. Sharon's teachings to Cole didn't include this part. The church's scriptures... no, within the Church of the Evernight Goddess, let alone "pre-acting", there was no record of "acting method" itself...
Regardless of why the church is so secretive about the "Acting Law", as long as the role of "instigator" requires "influencing others through words, causing harm, and letting as many people as possible know", having the kingdom implement the affairs officer reform is in line with the rules of acting.
And the fact that the potion had been completely digested in the body was clear proof.
Slowly clenching her right hand, Angel felt that she had further mastered the extraordinary ability of "Instigator". Now she could not only persuade and guide others more skillfully, but also accurately perceive the negative emotions in the other person's heart. She didn't even need to speak. A gesture or a look could ignite the greed and desire of others.
These abilities can even be used directly in combat...
Recalling the battle with the "Pleasure Witch" while tracking down the Cursed Altar, she had managed to distract him with just a few words, even forcing him to turn around and check on his teammates...
Perhaps this is how "Instigate" is used in combat.
After finishing his summary about the "instigator", Angel collected his chaotic thoughts and turned his gaze to the white paper in front of him.
This was her habit every time she attended a Tarot meeting. She would prepare blank paper and a pen in advance. Once she heard important news in the gray fog space, she would write it down as soon as she returned to reality.
"Sequence 5 of the Secret Prayer," "Shepherd," "Capable of herding multiple Beyonder souls, possessing diverse abilities"...
Angel copied some key information that did not involve himself or the Tarot Club's secrets on a piece of paper, preparing to tell his captain as soon as possible.
Even if the "Red Gloves" were about to arrive in Tingen to participate in the operation to capture this "Aurora Society" member, facing a Sequence 5 Beyonder would still be a very dangerous matter.
Only by understanding more about his abilities and making corresponding countermeasures can we increase the probability of success.
After doing all this, Angel took the recording paper, unlocked the spiritual wall surrounding the room, and walked out the door.
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Tingen City, Jinwutong District.
A detached villa standing in the garden and lawn, surrounded by fountains and stables.
Congressman Maynard, with short blond hair, finished his shower and returned to his bedroom in a bathrobe.
The gray-haired woman who had just fought with him on the bed was still sitting on the chair beside the bed, wearing the congressman's own ill-fitting shirt, looking at the crimson moon outside the window.
"Do you need to stay here tonight?"
He asked with seemingly caring eyes, but there was no intention of retaining her in his blue eyes.
"I'll leave after I shower. I can't let your wife get hold of evidence at this juncture."
The woman lowered her head and looked back. Half of her face was blurred in the backlight, but the curves of her forehead, nose, and thin lips rekindled the fire in Maynard's heart that had just subsided.
"You know, she won't be back from Backlund until next week. You can stay here for a few days."
He swallowed and changed his mind.
"No need, I'll come back this weekend."
The gray-haired woman seemed to know how to stir up Maynard's heart. She was wearing an ill-fitting shirt and walked barefoot past the congressman, leaving behind a trail of fragrance that made his heart flutter.
"By the way, Mr. Congressman," the woman turned around as she reached the door and said as if she remembered something, "The result of the matter we discussed last time will be in the newspaper within three days. I hope you can keep your promise and sign the contract for the North District Central Park..."
"The premise is that you have clean hands and feet and cannot leave any evidence."
When it came to business, Maynard's expression became serious and his tone returned to normal.
"Of course—"
Leaving behind a long tail, the gray-haired woman smiled sweetly and disappeared behind the door.
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