Chapter 173 The Lost Tarot Club
After signing the contract, Angel counted out 21 pounds and handed it to Mrs. Wallis, from whom he received a copy of the contract and 15 soli in change.
"Anna, take Ms. Watson to the house."
The maid named Anna beside Mrs. Wallis nodded, took a bunch of keys, and took Angel out of the three-story building. They walked along the Tussock River for about five minutes and arrived at No. 47 Red Rose Street.
The five two-story houses in this row all look similar, with the same raised stone steps, the same bay windows facing the street, and the same large second-floor balcony. It is obvious that they were designed and built in the same batch.
It is not clear whether they all belong to Mrs. Wallis.
Anna opened the door with her key and turned on the gas lamp, making the dark and cold living room warm again, and then invited Angel in.
Following the maid's introduction, Angel took a tour of the house she rented for 20 pounds. On the first floor, there was a large living room that took up nearly half of the floor space, a semi-open kitchen and dining room, a bathroom with a bathtub, a well-ventilated basement, and an empty guest room and study.
The second floor has three bedrooms, a sun room, and the master bedroom has a separate bathroom and a separate balcony.
The structure of this house is simpler than Angel's house in Tingen City, but it is larger and fully furnished.
Even the bookshelves in the study are filled with many books.
Anna mentioned that some of the furniture belonged to the previous tenant, the "rude Feysac man" as Mrs. Varys called him, but this tenant had not shown up for more than a month and even owed several weeks of rent. Therefore, according to the contract, these furniture now belonged to Mrs. Varys and could be used freely by Angel.
"Do you know why the tenant left?"
After checking the furniture and the water and gas meters, Angel returned to the living room and asked curiously.
Anna, with brown hair, shook her head. "I don't know either. That gentleman was often away from home during his rental period, so we didn't notice it at first. It wasn't until we hadn't seen him for over a week that Mrs. Wallis asked me to use the spare key to open the door. I discovered that the food in the kitchen had spoiled, and that's when we realized he hadn't been home for a long time."
Perhaps he died somewhere, or was hunted by his enemies and left Backlund... In Tingen City, all the bloody legends about Backlund have become the talk of the town...
Angel complained in his heart, his eyes swept across the huge living room, and when he saw Anna was about to leave, he called her back.
"Where can I find a temporary maid for odd jobs, someone who'll clean and do laundry at a fixed time every week?"
In Tingen City, she had become a useless person under Tromi's care who couldn't even wash her clothes.
"If it's just cleaning and laundry, I can help you contact someone," Anna thought for a moment and replied, "but why don't you hire a permanent maid? Such a large house needs someone to take care of it, and she can also receive guests when you're not at home."
Angel was a little surprised that a maid could say these things so fluently, but considering that her master ran a grocery store, it was not surprising that she learned some sales words from her master.
But Angel didn't plan to hire a long-term maid. As an extraordinary person, she would inevitably come into contact with mystical things frequently, and might even accidentally provoke enemies. Hiring a long-term maid at home would be unsafe for both parties.
"I just arrived in Backlund and am not familiar with the place yet. Perhaps I will hire a permanent maid in the future," she replied, feigning embarrassment. "For now, let's find a temporary maid to solve the urgent problem."
After making an appointment for a temporary maid to come and try to do housework tomorrow morning, Anna handed the key to Angel and left 47 Red Rose Street.
After she left, Angel locked the door, opened the suitcase, put the clothes in the closet, hid the weapons in the desk, and put the empty suitcase by the door. He was done packing.
She came directly to Backlund from the Sanctuary, bringing nothing but this box of things, much like her "business trip" to Enmat Harbor.
"Looks like I have to buy some tools and materials tomorrow... I just don't know where those underground trading markets in Backlund are. Ms. Daly should know, but I can't ask her..."
Angel moved the single sofa to the bay window and sat on it comfortably, stroking the Dark Goddess's holy emblem on his wrist and muttering.
The "Secret Holy Emblem" given to her by Ms. Arianna has a powerful anti-divination effect, and the other party will not get the result of "divination failure", but a pre-designed answer.
Arianna confidently stated that any spying below the level of a demigod would be blocked by this holy emblem, and they would not even be able to notice that their spying was being interfered with.
Using this holy emblem, Angel will complete the task assigned by the lady.
She became a "witch" who successfully rose through the ranks in Tingen but ended up stranded in Backlund due to the death of her superior, and managed to enter the "Witch Sect."
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The next morning, Angel was awakened by a knock on the door. She opened the door and found a woman in her early 20s standing outside. She was wearing a linen dress and carrying a wooden bucket and cleaning tools. For a moment, Angel thought she was back in Tingen, and standing in front of her was her familiar worker Tromi.
After being stunned for a while, she remembered that a maid would come to try doing housework today.
Since the maid, Anna, the landlord's maid, introduced her to Angel, he felt more at ease with the maid named Beth. He let her stay at home alone to clean, while he went out to buy the necessary items and familiarize himself with the environment around the residence.
Not only did she have to purchase alchemical tools, rebuild the magic mirror lost during the battle with Megose, and replenish special ammunition, but she also had to prepare the corresponding materials for various ritual magic and divination. In Backlund, where she was unfamiliar with the place, it would probably be difficult to buy all the items in a short period of time.
After having a breakfast of croissants, fried eggs and coffee on the street, Angel walked slowly along Red Rose Street, memorizing some small paths leading to other streets and buildings whose roofs could pass through each other.
She then went around to the adjacent Rose Street, which led directly to Jeffrey Avenue on Backlund Bridge, and took a thorough look at the surroundings before returning to Red Rose Street where she lived.
When I came out of a store selling alchemical tools carrying a heavy wooden box, the sun was already overhead. Unfortunately, it was another foggy day, and even at noon, only the outline of the sun could be barely seen in the sky.
The pedestrians around have become accustomed to this. Apart from a few coughs from time to time, everyone inhales the harmful mist calmly, as if it does not exist.
Returning to 47 Red Rose Street with a packed lunch, Angel found that the maid Beth, who was trying to do housework, had already done a simple cleaning of the entire house and washed all her clothes.
It's very efficient...
Angel carefully checked several places and found that the maid did not slack off when she was not at home, which made her very satisfied.
After agreeing to hire Beth to clean and wash clothes at home three times at a price of 1 soli and 5 pence per week, Angel watched the hardworking maid leave home.
"Next, I need to put away the alchemical instruments I bought. Tomorrow, I'll buy the necessary materials and make my own magic mirror..."
After placing the measuring cups, mortars, crucibles and various empty glass bottles on the wooden shelves in the basement, Angel finished his lunch and lay down on the single sofa next to the bay window facing the street.
Maybe if I close my eyes, I can return to Tingen City's Daffodil Street...
Thinking of this, Angel slowly fell asleep.
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Well, what time is it now?
Angel suddenly opened her eyes and found that the sunlight outside the window had become dim. She took out her pocket watch and found that it was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
Today is Monday, and the Tarot Club is scheduled to be held at 3pm. Last week's meeting was cancelled because Justice and the Hanged Man took leave, but this week's meeting is not...
Sleeping doesn’t affect the convening of the meeting, so I won’t miss it because I fall asleep... Could it be that the Tarot Club didn’t bring me with them this time?
Looking at the palm of his right hand, which had a teardrop-shaped mark hidden on it since his first Tarot session, Angel's mind was full of questions.
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