Chapter 349 Death by Curse?
Hold your chest and die...
Angel immediately thought of medical terms such as "myocardial infarction" and "malignant arrhythmia". These professional terms were out of date and did not even have corresponding expressions in Loen language.
But if supernatural powers are involved, the possibilities are much greater...
She herself has several methods to make the target die quietly without touching them. Of course, the premise is that the target is just an ordinary person. If it is a Beyonder, their physique and Beyonder abilities may help them avoid the fate of death, but depending on the sequence, they will have to pay a different price.
"Poison, or curse?"
She offered her own insights.
Sherlock nodded and said:
"I think it was a curse. The food he ate was provided by the club. If someone poisoned him, it would be difficult to accurately kill only him and leave the others unharmed. But a curse can do that. However, there were so many people around and I couldn't pull out his hair or take away any personal items. This caused the subsequent divination on him to fail, and I was unable to obtain any information about the murderer."
"Even if we get a divination medium, it's still difficult to do. A witch like me, who's proficient in curses, is also proficient in divination and counter-divination. Even a master of divination would find it difficult to break through the limitations." Angel said with a smile, bluntly denying Sherlock's statement. "And there are many ways to curse. Using blood, hair, cursed dolls, or even physical contact long ago, can allow the murderer to lock on to the target from a distance and cast a curse without exposing themselves."
"But you mentioned the case of the royal family leaving. We already know that the royal family and the witch cult have close cooperation, so the identity of the murderer is actually very clear. The only question is why did the royal family and the witch cult kill this equestrian instructor? He has lost his title and is far away from political power. He shouldn't get into any strange trouble. Unless he fell in love with, or was loved by, a prince or princess, and because of the disparity in status, the royal family killed him to silence him?"
"In love with a prince?"
Sherlock looked at Angel in shock, but then he seemed to have thought of something and said with his lips pursed:
"...He did mention something about 'truly liking someone,' but he appeared very happy and at peace, with no worries or anxieties about falling in love with someone of a much different social status... Well, not completely. He's had similar experiences before, but it seems like they've resolved it."
The two discussed for a while but could not reach a conclusion. In order to verify his "anti-divination" conjecture, Angel even took out the magic mirror and performed a magic mirror divination on the spot, but failed miserably.
"It seems that the truth of this matter is probably known only to the royal family and the Witch Cult. Perhaps I can try to steal a few items from his house to strengthen the connection, and perhaps I can divine a clue..."
Sherlock was still a little unwilling and seemed to be very sad about the death of his friend. Angel didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only find another topic to divert his attention.
"Speaking of the Witch Cult, I might be able to meet their leader in Backlund, a demigod witch, in early December." Thinking of the "Lady of Despair" that Sylvia had mentioned many times, Angel felt a little uneasy. "It is said that they will have a 'big plan' soon, and it will be carried out by 'Lady of Despair'. Perhaps when she returns to Backlund, we can report her whereabouts to the Orthodox Church and catch them all in one fell swoop..."
"Demigod? Sequence 4?"
Raising his eyebrows, Sherlock asked anxiously.
"Yes, of course. I haven't seen the Lady of Despair in person either. I've only heard her described by other members of the sect. And I know how to disguise myself, and with the help of anti-divination, the chances of being seen through are slim."
Seeing that the other party was a little anxious, Angel felt relieved for no reason and quickly spoke to comfort him.
"Besides, if I can't solve it, I can always ask Mr. Fool for help. He should have a solution."
"Fool...Mr."
Sherlock murmured, his eyes a little unfocused behind his glasses. After a moment, he nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, Mr. Fool will definitely find a way."
He changed the subject: "You came to my house yesterday evening, um, to speed up the performance. Could it be because of this?"
When Angel mentioned last night, he felt his face getting hot. He subconsciously felt that this statement was inappropriate. He wanted to deny it, but he didn't know how to start. In the end, he nodded lightly and replied:
"Yes……"
They both looked away at the same time and stopped talking.
"Well, do you have any other plans today?"
After a long time, Sherlock was the first to speak.
"I'll study the 'Book of Secrets' I copied from you and craft special ammunition. I might also go to the East District to check on my rookie 'Assassin' to prevent him from getting into any trouble. I'll also contact my partner, the 'Witch of Pleasure', to report the latest news and ask about something..."
She was too embarrassed to ask why her "joyful" role-playing was progressing so surprisingly quickly.
"What about you?" she asked in order to divert attention.
"Maybe I should go out and look for some acting opportunities. My 'Magician' should be fully absorbed in the next few days. I can also go to the Harvest Church in the South District to see that unfortunate vampire Emlyn, and explore the ruins of Backlund's West District in the middle of the night."
Angel didn't expect Sherlock's life to be so colorful. He repeated in surprise, "West End ruins?"
"It's a ruin from the Tudor era of the Fourth Epoch. I was commissioned by a homeowner to investigate a secret passage within his house, and eventually found my way into the ruins. However, because a terrifying evil spirit resided within, to prevent anyone else from entering, I blew up the entrance, blocking access.
"But a baronet, most likely a descendant of the Tudor family, who previously feigned madness to avoid public view, has now begun digging a secret passage, attempting to enter the ruins and follow in the footsteps of his elders who perished there to awaken the evil spirit. So we're going to 'dissuade' this groundhog who's still working overtime in the middle of the night, teach him a profound lesson, and make him give up this foolish idea."
Sounds interesting...
Angel thought about it and suddenly realized the problem in his words.
"you?"
She always felt that she had a similar conversation recently, and added doubtfully:
"Is this the lady who helped you resell the gold bars last time?"
"……yes."
Sherlock hesitated, but finally nodded in confirmation.
"So... you don't mind having one more person on the team, right?"
"The evil spirits in that ruin are very dangerous. I..." Sherlock opened his mouth to refuse, but seeing Angel's increasingly serious look, he pursed his lips and nodded, "Okay, I'll discuss it with her. It shouldn't be a problem."
"But tonight you have to cooperate with me and complete a role play. Well, I mean a normal role play."
His explanation was a bit redundant, which made the two of them blush again.
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At night, on Williams Street, where the West Side and Queens meet, an abandoned chapel once again welcomed a familiar face.
With gray hair and a haggard face, Raft Pound moved the stones in the corner of the church from the baron, revealing the hidden cave entrance at the back. He picked up the digging tools and oil lamp he carried with him, pushed the basket for transporting soil, arched his buttocks, and skillfully got into the tunnel. Using his legs and elbows, he moved quickly deeper into the tunnel.
Behind the excited "groundhog", three figures were looking at him quietly. The dim moonlight poured into the church from the frameless window, leaving only two blurry shadows.
Stop scolding, stop scolding, the child will not dare to do it next time_(:з”∠)_
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