Chapter 272 Laura's Thoughts
After receiving 450 pounds in cash from Miss Magician through the Fool's Sacrifice and Gift, Angel's savings finally exceeded 3,500 pounds. This was the largest amount of money she had personally held since she received 3,200 pounds from the Eye of Wisdom.
With stacks of banknotes in the house, she couldn't even sleep soundly. The next morning, she immediately went to the nearest Backlund Bank and deposited most of the cash in her own anonymous account, leaving only some small change for emergencies.
With her wallet bulging, Angel, who had no place to spend money for the time being, thought of the extraordinary weapon that Kavi had mentioned. The asking price for it was exactly 3,500 pounds, an amount that seemed out of reach to her last week. Now she could buy it by just emptying her wallet, which made her quite tempted.
"Just empty your wallet..."
Angel muttered to herself as she sat in the Divination Club, taking a sip of the free coffee. After trying Audrey's "Mount Saint-Desi Coffee", this kind of cheap coffee beans with a strong burnt aroma were no longer to her liking. Unfortunately, neither she nor the club could afford the coffee beans imported from Feynaport, so they had to make do with it.
"If I really buy that weapon, I'll be penniless again. When I first arrived in Backlund, I still had the 50 pounds that Ms. Arianna gave me..."
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Angel opened the newspaper in front of him and fully enjoyed all the free benefits that he could get as a club member.
After being promoted to Sequence 6, she no longer needed to play the role of a "witch", which made her time in the Divination Club seem a bit boring and wasted. However, since she had paid the membership fee for that year, she naturally had to make good use of the free coffee and newspapers here.
Of course, she has already made up her mind not to renew her subscription next year.
Opening the newspaper, she subconsciously looked at the page that would publish the secret GG of the Extraordinary People's gathering, and soon discovered that Mr. A would hold a rally tomorrow evening. This made Angel happy. He had a large number of low- and medium-sequence potion formulas but was struggling to cash them in. Perhaps he could sell a few formulas at the rally and fill his wallet that was about to be emptied by the craftsmen.
Afterwards, she skimmed through the other pages, finding nothing else of interest. Ever since the serial killer was apprehended and Capin's attack on the thief had subsided, Backlund hadn't had any attention-grabbing topics for a while. Intis had started hyping up the ambassador's murder case, and expired explosives that hadn't been properly cleaned up in the abandoned West Balam shipyard were ignited by cigarette butts. These were all uninteresting topics.
Only the East District Homeless Population Survey published in the corner of the page made her calm down and read it in full. Unfortunately, it was far from the survey results described by Sherlock, and it was obviously deleted and modified.
Considering what Miss Audrey, the "Justice" of the Tarot Club, said, "The Kingdom's upper echelons and the church are paying attention to this matter," it's very likely that the reporter's report was submitted to the Kingdom's upper echelons for their internal reference, and only a small part was published in the newspaper.
After finishing the newspaper and preparing to go to the front desk to pour a new cup of coffee and change another newspaper, there was a knock on the door of Angel's divination room. After hearing the familiar four consecutive knocks, she sighed and put away the newspaper.
"Good morning, Miss Fortune Telling Witch, why can't you be happier to see me?"
Laura Swan was wearing an ankle-length light green dress today, and a shawl made of some unknown animal's fur to cope with the chill of early winter. She sat across from the divination table with a smile on her face, untied her shawl, revealing a patch of white skin under her neck.
Angel knew by now that her actions were not intentional, but rather the involuntary charm of the "Witch of Pleasure." However, he still found it difficult to look away. It was not until she took off her felt hat and put it aside that he realized what was happening and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Is this how you play the role of a 'Pleasure Witch'? Dress up beautifully and act alluringly?"
Although she already had a vague guess in her mind, she still wanted to ask this "Joyful" for his opinion.
"What? Are you planning to learn about Sequence 6 role-playing techniques in advance?" Laura smiled sweetly, then covered her mouth with her hand, hiding her teeth. "The simplest way is to allow yourself and others to experience supreme 'pleasure,' but you also have to constantly remember your own identity, which is actually painful. Of course, perhaps, just like your current unconventional slow role-playing, there are some alternative methods of role-playing. Once you reach Sequence 6, you can explore them on your own."
I think the method you mentioned is the alternative one...
Angel's suspicions were confirmed, but it was not a pleasant experience.
"Speaking of acting, I have an opportunity here that might allow you to complete the digestion of the witch potion in one go," Laura changed the subject and talked about the purpose of her visit. "Have you received any information from within the witch sect? What are their recent movements?"
Having been busy with promotions and returning to the Tarot Club recently, Angel had almost forgotten about the Witch Cult. He wanted to shake his head, but then he thought of the human trafficker Barron mentioned by the Hanged Man at the Tarot Club, and his own speculation about the possibility of his connection to the Witch Cult. He nodded and said,
"Remember last time you mentioned the relationship between Capin, the human trafficker, and the Witch Cult?" She carefully chose her words, revealing some information cautiously, testing the waters. "Actually, the Witch Cult's business isn't limited to Backlund. They control gangs or semi-legal organizations involved in human trafficking in surrounding areas like Tingen City and Enmat Harbor. And recently, a human trafficker seems to be connected to several cases of missing slaves in the southern continental colonies..."
She told Laura the appearance of "Barron" whom the Hanged Man was pursuing, successfully making her fall into long thinking.
"I've never seen this person, but I've memorized his features and will keep a close eye on him," the Pleasure Witch, who held an inexplicable hatred for the Witch Cult, nodded after a moment and replied, "I've also heard about what you're saying. The Witch Cult's human trafficking business is huge, and somewhat unscrupulous, seemingly unafraid of being discovered by the Kingdom or the Orthodox Church. What intrigues me most is, who ultimately bought all those slaves?"
Without waiting for Angel's reply, she continued:
"If, I mean if, there was such an opportunity to severely damage the witch sect and give you a chance to act, would you be willing to do it?"
I've already finished my role-playing, and although I have to deal with the Witch Cult, I don't think that relying solely on the issue of human trafficking can solve a secret cult with a thousand-year history...
Angel thought about it and didn't answer.
Seeing her silence, Laura sneered, "Heh, now is the time when their power is at its lowest. There are only three Pleasures and one Pain in the entire Backlund. That demigod has probably already left the capital. When she returns, there might not be such a good opportunity again."
"Pain"? Is this the Sequence 5 after "Pleasure Witch"? Just called "Pain Witch"?
Angel remembered the name, but still didn't reply to Laura. She guessed that the other party might want to use the human trafficking to attack. But let alone the secretive witch sect, even the Aurora Society, a cult that frequently committed bloody crimes, and a divine messenger like Mr. A could openly convene a gathering of Beyonders in Backlund. If she didn't seize their true weaknesses, she would not be able to deliver a fatal blow.
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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Angel took a carriage to Viscount Grallint's house in Queens Borough, and under the guidance of the maid, he entered the study used for receiving guests.
Audrey, dressed simply and without jewelry, was already sitting behind the desk. Grellant was absent-mindedly flipping through a novel. Next to him sat Fors Wall, who looked a bit lazy. The novel the Viscount was reading seemed to be one she had published a few years ago.
"Ms. Irene, thank you for coming here. It's a pity that Miss Xiu was unable to attend because she was busy. Otherwise, our occult gathering would be fully attended."
Seeing her coming, Grellint put down the novel, stood up and took the initiative to walk towards the door. He was not usually so enthusiastic, which made Angel feel a little curious.
Then she noticed that the Viscount's temperament had changed a lot, especially he became more confident and smiling, and guessed that he might have had some kind of change in his status.
"Congratulations, Your Excellency, I believe you have gathered all the materials to become a true 'Pharmacist'."
She smiled and congratulated the other person.
When his secret was revealed, the young viscount was not angry, but instead showed an even happier smile. It was obvious that he did this to show off his success.
"That's right, Miss Irene. Thank you for your formula. I've become..." He pulled out several bottles of potions of various colors from his pocket like magic, placed in exquisite crystal bottles. He held them between his fingers and displayed them, "A true Beyonder."
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