Chapter 187 The Divination Witch
Alger reached out, hesitantly tore open the seal, and took out the letter from the envelope.
The telegram was only three thin pages, but two of them were filled with information. Cross-sea telegrams needed to be sent here via submarine cables through Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago. This was inefficient. If he did not have the identity of a member of the Church of Storms, it would be extremely difficult to convey such a large amount of information.
Spreading out the letter, Alger looked at the first page, which was also the page with the least content.
This telegram came from Hagrid of the Wild Heart bar, a former pirate who had retired from the sea raiding team and whose life he had saved a few years ago.
It contained a forged identity: "Name: Angel Granger; Gender: Female; Date of Birth: June 28, 1331."
If Miss "Queen" had indeed forged her identity for herself, would she now be called "Angel Granger"?
Thinking of Miss Queen's revealing explanation of "my friend" at the first Tarot meeting, Alger smiled.
Below the identity information was a brief list of family relationships and resume. Hagrid specifically mentioned that he had already placed this document in Backlund's Central Document Bureau, and no matter who checked it, no one would find anything unusual.
Does this guy think that I am going to call him to account?
Alger scoffed, put the page aside, and looked at the second page.
This piece of letter paper was filled with content from the archive of the "River and Sea Church" in Tingen City, recording a battle between Beyonders in Tingen City on the morning of September 2nd.
In the North District's central park, Tingen's Night Squad engaged in a fierce battle with the Witch Cult, the Aurora Society, and a woman pregnant with the child of the "True Creator." The bombs planted in advance by the cultists killed dozens of people, including New Party members, and injured hundreds.
In the end, the evil god's arrival was prevented, the extraordinary people of the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult died on the spot, and the Night Watchmen also suffered heavy casualties.
The "True Creator" worshipped by the Aurora Society actually tried to descend upon Tingen City? I remember there were over a hundred thousand people there. They were truly insane... But what does this have to do with the information I need?
Alger frowned slightly as he looked at this page of battle records that had nothing to do with the contents of the first piece of letter. However, he knew the ability of the friend he had entrusted with the task and knew that he would not waste the precious opportunity to send a message on useless information.
Turning his gaze to the last page of the letter, Alger read quickly with a hint of anticipation.
This is the mission report of the Tingen City "Manufactured Punishers" team.
After receiving a telegram from the Night Watchmen and learning that the offspring of the evil god was about to descend on Tingen, they unsealed the sealed artifact 2-044 "Storm Bell" kept by the Tingen City team and headed to the North District Central Park to participate in the battle.
After arriving at the scene, the Punishers found that the battle was over. The entire park was almost reduced to ruins by the explosives buried underground. Blood and flames, wounded and broken limbs were everywhere. The ground pierced by the beam of light from the sky had become a small pond, formed by the water gushing out after the underground water pipe was broken.
Only a crazed young Nighthawk was still alive. The Evil God's offspring and its mother, the "Rose Bishop" and the "Pleasure Witch" were all killed. The captain of the Tingen team and two other members died in the battle, and the enemy and friendly Beyonder characteristics fell to the ground.
From the eloquent account of the Mandated Punisher, who participated in the operation and helped clean up the mess, Alger could imagine the ferocity of the battle.
At the end of the mission report, the Punisher, who participated in the funeral of the heroes who defended Tingen, wrote down the names of several people.
Dunn Smith, Clayne Moretti, Angel…Angel Granger?
Alger immediately turned back to the first page of the letter and confirmed the connection between the three telegrams.
Angel Granger, this is the fake identity that Miss "Queen" created in Haggar.
She died? Died in the battle against the spawn of the evil god?
The timing does match up. September 2nd was a Sunday... She attended the Tarot Club that week, and then Qilingos was killed by the Fool's followers. I was stranded in Backlund, worried about being monitored, so I asked Mr. Fool for leave. Then the Tarot Club on September 3rd was canceled, and she didn't attend the next meeting.
But Mr. Fool said she was just on long-term leave...
Alger's gaze kept moving between the several pieces of letter paper, finally returning to the page with the identity information and the one with the date of birth.
She just turned 18...
Recalling the tall figure hidden behind the gray fog at the Tarot meeting, Alger felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
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"You look only 18, are you really an adult? Our divination club doesn't allow minors to join. Of course, if you're just doing divination, that's fine."
The waitress sitting across from Angel looked at her with suspicion.
This is a fortune-telling club in the South District of the Bridge, the "performance" location that Angel found from the newspaper GG.
As a club in the capital Backlund, their membership fee was not expensive, only 15 pounds, and annual membership renewal required an additional 5 pounds. Members could have a separate divination room, free coffee or tea, discounted meals, and read a variety of newspapers, magazines, and professional books.
But I didn't expect to hit a wall at the first hurdle of joining the club.
Angel now wears the "Ring of Madness", and her face in the eyes of others is not her original appearance, but a face with freckles, round cheeks, and a youthful look.
Cole Granger was already 24 years old when she took the witch potion and became a woman, but Angel's current body, after being transformed by the potion, is indeed only at the level of a young adult.
The face that is changed by the "strangeness" of the ring will not change the age.
"I'm a history graduate from Hoy University. How can you say I'm underage? If my classmates knew that you discriminated against outsiders and spread the news, my boss would probably be unhappy, right?" Angel couldn't produce any proof of identity, so he could only use some of his extraordinary abilities to "persuade" the other party.
Fortunately, the waitress only asked casually, and Angel was quickly persuaded by her eloquence and completed the application for membership for him.
After writing the code name "Fortune Telling Witch" that he had thought of long ago on the door of his own divination room, Angel's divination was officially opened.
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Until the afternoon, Angel, who drank countless cups of coffee and tea due to psychological thirst, did not wait for any customers.
Laughter could be heard constantly from the room of the somewhat suave middle-aged fortune teller next to her, and female customers coming in and out further highlighted the predicament of the "fortune-telling witch".
This made Angel doubt his decision again.
Would setting fire to Backlund Bridge and paralyzing traffic for a few hours be more effective in digesting the potion than sitting here waiting for customers who would never arrive?
Her fingers kept stroking the topaz on her right wrist, she thought with some self-abandonment.
“Bang, bang—”
There was a knock on the half-open door, and then a woman pushed it open and walked in.
She wore a wide-brimmed hat with black checkered gauze on the edge, covering her face, and a loose long skirt, common in Rune. She closed the door after entering. Angel could see through the crack of the quickly closing door that there was a man in a black windbreaker standing outside, who seemed to be accompanying the woman to the club.
"Hello, I didn't expect there would be a new fortune teller here today."
The lady had a soft voice and looked very young. She sat down opposite Angel's divination table, took off her hat and put it aside, revealing her graceful face, black curly hair and a pair of lake blue eyes.
"Hello, beautiful lady. What kind of divination do you need? I can use tarot cards and pendulum divination, but I am most skilled in magic mirror divination."
Angel recited the introduction that he had memorized out of boredom, and then looked at the other person expectantly.
This is her first business!
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