Chapter 271 The Tarot Club is really amazing
On the second day after officially returning to the Tarot Club, Angel got up very early. It was already the end of October, and the early winter morning was a little chilly, but the smoldering fireplace brought warmth to the entire living room, allowing her to make her own breakfast in thin clothes.
As she was flipping the fried egg in the frying pan like a master chef, she suddenly felt a burning sensation at her waist, which made her arm shake. The fried egg fell on the edge of the pan and was cut by the slightly sharp edge. The outer half fell on the stove.
Without bothering to clean up, Angel touched the burning spot and took out the mystical substitute she always carried with her, which was made of her own hair and blood. The appearance of the hair tied into a human shape did not seem to have changed, but Angel, who had a close connection with it, knew that some kind of curse was directed to the substitute, and the substitute issued a warning to her.
The only one who could curse her like this was Sylvia Langdon, the Witch of Pleasure of the Witch Cult and her "superior", who preserved her blood.
But this was different from that deadly curse. It couldn't even make the substitute burn or change color. Angel guessed that if she didn't have this substitute, letting the curse act directly on her would only cause her chest pain for a moment.
"Is a non-lethal curse being cast so early in the morning a warning? Or some kind of bad fun?"
She threw half of the dusty fried egg into the trash can, and put the remaining half and bacon into bread, adding a cup of coffee as a simple breakfast. While eating, she thought about the reason for this incident.
"Perhaps it was some kind of emergency notification? She guessed that I would think of her after the pain and then go to her to ask?"
Remembering that he should indeed go to Sevilla's house for "regular meetings", Angel confirmed the other party's purpose and felt a little relieved.
Even though she already had a way to deal with the curse, she didn't want to break off relations with the witch sect at this time.
After a quick breakfast, she cleaned up the kitchen and headed to Baron Langdon's mansion in the West End.
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"Very smart! You arrived here within an hour of me casting the curse."
Sylvia said this with a faint smile on her face as she sat in the reception room, enjoying the tea that seemed to never stop.
"I thought you had something urgent to do, but I didn't expect you to be here enjoying 'morning tea'."
Angel said with a dark face, took a piece of exquisite pastry and took a big bite, as if biting the witch of pleasure in front of him, then swallowed it with relief, but almost choked himself.
The Kingdom of Loen did not have a so-called morning tea culture, but judging by Severia's condition, there was probably an uninterrupted supply of tea and snacks from morning to night, which made Angel quite jealous. He couldn't help but wonder how much income the Baron Langdon's estate, which she inherited, actually generated each year.
"Of course I want you here because I have something important to tell you," Sylvia said slowly, picking up the teacup and sniffing the aroma without drinking. "If you're willing to give me your address, I certainly don't need to contact you in this dangerous way."
"Thank you, but that's not necessary."
Angel forced a smile and rejected the other party's request. He had spent so much time preparing a safe house and used various anti-divination methods, wasn't it just to give himself a home where he could sleep peacefully?
As if she had expected this, Sylvia did not delve into the topic, but instead got down to business.
"There are two important matters. First, Miss Audrey Hall has invited you to attend a small gathering at Viscount Glint's home. I've already accepted your invitation. It will be tomorrow afternoon. Second, you are now an official member of the Witch Cult and it's time for you to have your own subordinates."
Subordinates? Perhaps they are monitors?
Angel thought somewhat darkly.
"Assassin, or instigator? He can't be a witch like me, right?"
"Of course, he's a Sequence 9. He just passed the test and obtained the potion. He needs a mentor in mysticism. If you have a target that's difficult to kill, you can try to let him 'solve' it. This is how the sect grows through mentoring. I did it once, and you will do it too."
Severia's tone seemed to be discussing some academic "teacher and student" matters, but Angel knew that the so-called "test" was probably to instruct the other party to kill someone, perhaps a gang leader, or perhaps just an ordinary person who had offended the witch sect, so as to judge whether the other party was worthy of further training by the other party's completion speed, killing methods and psychological endurance.
This is how Cole Granger was led step by step into the abyss by Mrs. Sharon.
Unfortunately, I don't have the power to refuse...
She nodded, agreeing to this matter. Sylvia did not let Angel meet the new assassin immediately, and she was happy to delay it for a while.
Maybe after a while, the other party will forget about it...
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Hugh Dilcha carefully hid the dagger under his clothes, put on a cloak with a cape, and prepared to leave home and go to a gathering of extraordinary people in the East District.
Although she was dissatisfied with the attitude of the "Golden Mask", for the sake of her own "Sheriff" potion, she still had to investigate who had come into contact with the deceased human trafficker Capin, and whether anyone was selling special materials at the Beyonder gathering that could be directly mixed into "Sheriff" and "Interrogator" potions.
She didn't want Fors to participate in this kind of thing, because it was almost a hopeless task. She had used all her connections and attended different parties for a week, but to no avail.
As they were about to leave, Fors returned to her residence with a smile on her face. Seeing that Xio was about to leave, she simply greeted him and then walked towards her room.
"Fors, what good news has happened to you? Have you found a subject for your new novel?"
She asked casually.
"No, I've already decided on the subject of the novel, so it's not worth my excitement. But I got news yesterday that someone is selling the 'Master of Magic' formula I need for just 450 pounds, and they didn't raise the price because of my anxiety."
Fors replied with a smile. She had just returned from the bank and withdrawn half of her savings. She was about to return to her bedroom to offer the money to the Fool through the sacrificial ritual she had learned in the Tarot Club and to conduct a transaction with the "Queen."
In my novels, this kind of "sacrifice" is always done by burning...
She muttered disrespectfully in her heart, and when she saw her friend had already opened the door and was about to leave, she hurriedly asked:
"Where are you going again?"
"As for that mission I mentioned last time, I unexpectedly got the recipe for the 'Sheriff' and now I have to run around looking for the ingredients. I'll be very busy these next few days, so you don't have to wait for me when you eat."
Xio put on his hood, as if he had completely submerged himself in the cloak, then walked out of the room and slammed the door shut from the outside.
"...I was planning to ask her to attend Miss Audrey's party tomorrow, but it looks like she's going to be absent again."
Fors muttered as she watched the other person's hurried figure. Then, remembering her own business, she returned to her bedroom, locked the door, drew the curtains, found a hooded robe that she rarely wore, changed into it, hid her face, and then set up the ritual magic to communicate with the Fool.
After some operations, she watched helplessly as her 450 pounds in cash disappeared into the illusory door in the mist. Then, an image appeared in her mind: a tall woman wearing a hood, reciting the potion formula aloud. Fors listened carefully and tried to memorize it, but found that she didn't need to do so at all. The content was already imprinted deep in her memory.
This is the power of Mr. Fool!
She joyfully removed the ritual, broke down the spiritual wall, and rushed to the desk, using pen and paper to write down the formula in her mind to avoid forgetting it and having to trouble Miss "Queen" to convey it again.
"The stomach bag of a soul eater...the blood of a deep-sea marlin..."
As she recited the main materials of "The Magic Master", the smile on her face became more and more obvious. She paced back and forth in the small bedroom, overjoyed.
For several years, she had been going to various Beyonder gatherings in Backlund and asking many Beyonders she knew, but she had never been able to obtain the formula. However, just half a month after joining the mysterious Tarot Club, she easily bought it.
"Our Tarot Club is truly amazing!"
She almost forgot the panic she felt when she chanted the Fool's Honorable Name and was pulled into the gray fog space. She silently praised Mr. Fool in her heart.
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