Chapter 26 The Second Tarot Club
After returning to the ground, Angel quickened his pace and left the Blackthorn Security Company as if he was running away.
The biggest reason was of course Dunn Smith's scrutinizing gaze in the basement. It was then that Angel realized that he might not have gained the trust of the Nighthawks.
No, it should be said that they almost certainly did not trust her. It would be strange if the Night Watchmen, who were the armed forces of the church and specialized in dealing with crimes committed by Extraordinary people, could so easily trust and accept an unofficial Extraordinary person.
Identity verification, various assessments, and being monitored are the problems you should face, instead of being taken away for protection and monitoring like a suspect on the first day and then signing a contract to start work on the second day.
They even generously provided materials, allowing me to use up my spiritual energy every day to make ammunition and hand it in?
If all this is just to steady myself and prevent myself from running away, then everything makes sense.
Angel believed that the letter or telegram requesting an investigation into her identity must have reached the Nighthawks or the police station in Backlund, the capital of the Kingdom of Loen. He wondered how efficient the public institutions of this era were, and whether they would be faster than Hagrid, the "Wild Heart" who was selling a fake identity.
Although Mrs. Sharon is dead and no one knows the relationship between Angel Granger and Cole Granger, as long as his fake identity is discovered, under heavy scrutiny, all the doubts about himself will be magnified and flaws will always be found.
His only hope was that the fake certificate dealers would act according to their conscience and, as they said, put their own documents into Backlund's vault within a week.
Angel got on the public carriage carrying the material box and looked out the window at the bustling streets. Another thought came to his mind:
Why not just run away again?
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Back at No. 6 Daffodil Street, she took out her key, opened the door and walked in.
Tromi had already cleaned the house and left, but it seemed like he had just left. There were still traces of wiping on the coffee table. The tea set was turned upside down to avoid dust, and the water stains slid down with gravity, leaving a circle of undried watermarks on the table.
Arriving in the study, Angel carefully put away his copy of the contract and went into the basement carrying a wooden box filled with materials.
The only light in the dim basement was a ray of light coming from the exit. In the dark, the furnishings inside were the same as when she left last time.
After sorting the materials she had received, she returned to the study along the stairs. She did not plan to make the "Gathering Storm" bullets during the day. This work would quickly deplete her already limited spiritual energy, so it would be better to leave it until before bedtime.
And today is Monday, the day when the "Tarot Club" is held.
The mystery and pressure brought to her by The Fool above the gray fog far exceeded that of anyone she had ever met in this world.
Although Madam Sharon is powerful, her identity is not mysterious. Through Cole Granger's memory, Angel can roughly understand the abilities of several low-level sequences of the assassin's pathway. This is also an important reason why she can kill Madam Sharon with the help of the Nighthawks.
Dunn Smith and Daly Simone are both extraordinary members of the Nighthawks. The former, as the captain of the Nighthawks in Tingen, possesses the "nightmare" ability that can remotely put people into dreams. The latter even demonstrated her psychic ability to quickly control Madam Sharon and make her at her mercy during the battle.
But these are all extraordinary abilities within Angel's comprehension. Even with her rich combat experience in her previous life, she can find many flaws in these people. As long as her own abilities are further improved, defeating them is not impossible.
But when faced with the mysterious "Fool", she had no idea what to do.
Maybe it was just an attempt made on a whim, as he said?
At three o'clock in the afternoon, with these questions and speculations, Angel watched the crimson light surge out from the teardrop-shaped mark on the palm of his hand and surround himself.
Just like last week's "gathering," an ancient bronze table appeared before her, surrounded by a magnificent temple and shrouded in a lingering gray mist. Besides herself, three shadowy figures sat on the twenty-two high-backed chairs, their positions unchanged from last time.
The mysterious figure of the Fool was shrouded in gray mist. He sat leisurely at the head of a long table, one hand twirling his chin as if he was thinking about something, the other hand resting flat on the edge of the table, his fingers tapping the surface lightly and rhythmically.
The long-haired girl "Justice" beside him still maintained her curious nature. She looked around, as if she couldn't believe that she was here again. If you could see her face clearly, it must be full of excitement and excitement.
The Hanged Man opposite him leaned back in his chair calmly, his body away from the long bronze table. He glanced at The Fool, then seemed to feel a little offended. He quickly withdrew his gaze and shifted his sight to Angel.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool." The enthusiastic girl first greeted the organizer of the party, then turned to the other two and greeted them in the same tone.
Angel and the Hanged Man politely returned the greeting, and to her surprise, even the mysterious Fool responded to Justice.
After the pleasantries, Angel was the first to express his gratitude to the Hanged Man: "Mr. Hanged Man, thank you for your help last week. My friend has obtained his ID."
Worried that haggling over such a small amount of money would affect her image at the party, she did not mention Hagrid's sudden price increase.
"You're welcome. Although that guy is quite greedy, he'll get things done if he's paid. To be honest, I've worked with him before, and the Backlund police couldn't find any fault with him."
I hope there is really no problem found, otherwise I might not be able to attend the next party...
Angel thought about his current situation and could only pray that the Hanged Man's "partner" was indeed as reliable as he said.
"Mr. Hanged Man, have you received the ghost shark's blood?"
As soon as the conversation between the two ended, Miss Justice couldn't wait to ask about the results of last week's transaction.
"Thank you very much. It's perfect. As agreed last week, I will tell you the recipe for the 'audience' potion."
Last week, Miss Justice exchanged Ghost Shark's blood for the Hanged Man's "Audience" potion formula. They adopted a transaction model guaranteed by the "Fool". Justice first delivered Ghost Shark's blood to the place designated by the Hanged Man, and then told the latter the potion formula in person after the latter confirmed the item.
It seems that it is time for the Hanged Man to fulfill his promise.
Judging from Cole's memories and what he'd seen during this time, potion formulas in this world were extremely precious resources, passed down through the ranks of major churches and secret organizations, or handed down from generation to generation by long-established families. Outsiders seeking to obtain them could only pay a high price, and even that wasn't guaranteed to be the right ones.
Angel had just gotten the recipe for "Fortune Teller" from the Nighthawks that morning. Seeing that the two were planning to trade in public, he immediately became interested.
As the wise man said, a recipe shared with everyone becomes many recipes.
Apparently, the Hanged Man had also heard similar proverbs. He did not read out the formula directly, but looked at Angel hesitantly. On the contrary, Miss Justice, who paid for the formula, did not seem to care about this knowledge being known by a third party.
At this moment, the figure of the Fool, shrouded in gray mist, moved, raised his hand on the table, and waved it forward.
A curled-up piece of parchment and a fountain pen appeared before the Hanged Man, as if they had been there from the beginning and had only just been noticed.
"It seems your transaction has run into a minor snag," a deep voice boomed from the head of the bronze table. "Mr. Hanged Man, try picking up a pen. Imagine what you need to write, and then create a strong desire to write."
"Thank you for your help."
The Hanged Man tentatively touched the paper and pen in front of him to confirm that they were real and not illusions in his mind. Then he picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and flattened the parchment.
Are you also guarding against your own people?
Watching the hazy parchment shrouded in gray fog being quickly filled with words under the Hanged Man's will, Angel's little thoughts disappeared like a popped balloon.
After recording the potion formula in his mind, the Hanged Man picked up the parchment, carefully checked it, rolled it up, and gently pushed it forward. The parchment rolled several times and moved along the mottled surface of the bronze table to Miss Justice, who was diagonally opposite him.
Seeing the potion formula worth hundreds of pounds rolling in front of her, Angel really wanted to snatch it away, but thinking of the unpredictable ability of the actual controller here - the Fool, she still didn't dare to do such a stupid thing.
Only by preventing third parties from getting something for free can the transaction continue for a long time - this is the only way she could comfort herself.
Zhengyi took the parchment, unfolded it, and studied it carefully for a long time before he looked up and excitedly said to the Hanged Man, "Thank you, Mr. Hanged Man. I've memorized it."
"The transaction is now complete. Preparing a low-sequence potion is very simple. Add the ingredients in the order specified in the recipe. Remember, it's better to use less than more..."
The Hanged Man was teaching Justice, who was obviously a novice in mysticism, how to prepare potions. He did not hide these things from Angel, but just this morning she had witnessed Old Neil preparing the "Fortune Teller" potion for Klein. In addition, she had Cole Granger's memories, so she was not unfamiliar with it.
Miss Justice nodded as she listened attentively, like a student in class. She even used the pen provided by the Fool to write down the key points on the parchment. This university-like atmosphere made Angel feel quite bored, especially since she had heard everything in the class before.
Bored, she turned around and looked around. The temple shrouded in gray fog was magnificent and mysterious. The surrounding space seemed to extend infinitely, yet it was unclear.
Angel turned his gaze to the head of the long bronze table. The owner of this space, Mr. Fool, was tapping the tabletop lightly with his right index finger, his invisible gaze seeming to be looking at him.
She was horrified. Could it be that this being discovered that she was trying to secretly look at the potion formula?
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