Chapter 600 Farewell
"So, you don't know anything about Triss either?"
In the bedroom, Angel erected a spiritual wall, grabbed a cushion and sat beside the altar, talking to the black cat Winsa, who had half of his body popped out of the altar and was lying in front of her.
"I spend most of my time in the spirit world, so I'm afraid I don't understand many things as well as you do..." Wensa seemed to have completely integrated into her cat identity, her tail wagging continuously. "But one thing is certain, they do intend to use this witch as a vessel for that person's advent."
That? Is that Chike, the "Original Witch"?
Listening to Wensa's disrespectful words, Angel was certain of two things.
First of all, this witch cat must have a deep understanding of the "Witch Sect" and may have even been a member of it before becoming a spiritual creature. The "family" she mentioned is undoubtedly the "other faction" that Triss mentioned. Secondly, this faction probably has extremely limited respect for their true god, the "Original Witch" Chike, and may even be plotting something behind His back.
"Then why did the 'Witch Cult' allow Triss to wander around outside and even start investigating the truth of the smog on their own? Shouldn't such a precious container be immediately captured and strictly guarded?" Angel continued to ask.
This was also the question that puzzled her the most, and she even thought at one point that Triss was hiding something.
Lanevus, who had offended the evil god "True Creator," escaped Tingen City but was captured by the Aurora Society upon entering Backlund and placed under strict surveillance. He was soon used as a vessel again and even nearly suffered a "god-descend" at the docks. Triss, who had also been used as a vessel and exhibited symptoms of being controlled and eroded, was left completely unattended and even secretly promoted to a Sequence 5 "Pain" witch.
I don't know how she survived the promotion ceremony without any protection...
"Almost all the members of Backlund's sect have been captured or executed. 'Black Witch' Clarisse is temporarily unable to intervene here. She has been forced to ask 'White Saint' Katarina to handle the relevant matters. She no longer has time to capture Triss."
The black cat replied in a flat tone with no expression on his face.
It turns out the "Black Witch" is Clarisse, and Katarina's codename is "White Saint." You Witch Cult members are really clever! Do the other higher-ups also use colors as codenames? Like "Red Saint," for example... And this seems to be a clear signal that Katarina doesn't want to get involved. Could it be that they're truly at odds with the mainstream ideology of the "Witch Cult" and have their own agenda?
But this might also be a show for me. In fact, a tight net has been laid, waiting for Triss to come to the door... Angel has not yet completely believed this black cat related to Katarina. He just nodded to indicate that he understood.
Seeing that she stopped talking, the black cat yawned and turned to leave.
Angel quickly stopped her and said, "If I need to hire you for a battle that might involve a demigod like last time... will it still be the same price?"
The Headless Messenger, Reinette, was asking for a much higher price. The first time, she asked for 3,000 gold coins, and the second time, she was asking for 10,000. This made Angel decide to ask for Winsa's price before communicating with them. If the difference was too great, he could lower his demands and hire Black Cat.
"Aren't you planning to hire four brainy women?"
The whiskers around Wensa's mouth kept shaking, and he answered in a somewhat sarcastic tone, imitating the way Renette spoke. Then he shook his tail, made a gesture of rejection, and disappeared into the spirit world.
I always feel like she has some resentment...
Angel was stunned as he looked at the empty altar with only burning candles.
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Haha——
Angel took out a handkerchief and pretended to wipe his face, covering half of his face, and yawned secretly.
She was now following several neighbors who also lived on Birningham Road. Led by a coal mine owner who had just moved to Backlund this year and was seeking a path to upward mobility like Angel, they were touring his newly purchased suburban estate and admiring the lush, unripe grapevines.
Although this winery covers a large area, the grapes are not yet ripe at this time of year, and all you can see are green seedlings.
As a demigod, she certainly wouldn't feel tired because of such a thing. Yawning was nothing more than a reminder to her fellow travelers:
This is so boring!
Her silent complaint was soon noticed by the deacon who was traveling with her. He quickly stepped forward, approached the middle-aged man who was a little fat and had sparse brown hair, and whispered a few words to him.
Then, the man turned around, smiled apologetically, and said:
"Everyone, let's go back to the living room and try the fine wine made from the grapes here. They will surely satisfy everyone."
The atmosphere in the team, which had been a bit dull, suddenly became lively. Everyone chatted and laughed with the owner of the manor as they returned to the four-story building with a huge wine cellar. They sat down in the living room where an entire wall was decorated with floor-to-ceiling windows, and waited for the servants to bring them dark bottles of wine that had not been opened and did not even have labels.
"I bought this estate because of the vines and the cellar of aged wine."
The anthracite mine owner named Winster introduced it proudly, asked his servants to decant the wine with professional instruments, and served it to each guest present, one cup at a time.
Looking at the wine that glowed like blood under the light, Angel frowned slightly, feeling a little confused.
Can the grapes grown on those vines out there really be made into wine of this color?
Seeing other guests around her raising their glasses to taste the wine, she no longer hesitated. She shook the wine, took a deep sniff, sipped it gently, and tasted it carefully, completing her appreciation of the wine with a professional posture.
After all, Intis is the birthplace of modern wine appreciation and classification systems, so I have to learn a little bit too… She muttered, surprised to find that the wine produced by the Winster estate tasted quite good, but…
The other guests also praised it highly. A professor from Backlund University frowned, as if he wanted to point out something, but his friends persuaded him with their eyes and he joined the praise.
Everyone knows that this is purchased Olmier wine, which is at least 20 years old. There is no need for you to point it out... Angel chuckled and decided to drink two more glasses of aged wine bought by the mine owner for face today, at least to make up for the mental loss of going out on Sunday.
At this moment, her inspiration suddenly struck her, and her purple eyes froze for a moment.
Is this... someone using the spirit world to quickly approach here?
Angel performed a quick divination and failed without a doubt.
I can't confirm it by divination, as I came from the spirit world, but I didn't appear immediately... She put down her wine glass thoughtfully, called the servant, asked the location of the bathroom, declined the servant's companionship, left the living room alone, walked around the maze-like corridor, and stopped in a secluded place.
The surrounding brown stone walls and the slightly exaggerated red carpet suddenly became rich in color, as if the colors of oil paintings were superimposed. Azik, wearing a top hat, appeared from the void and stood in front of Angel.
"You can really sense it. That's great. Facing a Beyonder of the same Sequence, this kind of alertness can give you at least five seconds to react."
He smiled and praised her, which made Angel feel a little embarrassed.
The other party had apparently been wandering around the manor for a while before allowing Angel some private space to come here and wait. If Azik had intended to attack, she would have died at his hands the moment she became alert.
Of course, Sequence 4 and Sequence 2 are two sequences apart, which is normal... She comforted herself and said softly:
"Long time no see, Mr. Azik. Are you rushing back to the Northern Continent from the Raging Sea this time?"
"Actually, I was originally planning to go to the Southern Continent, but the trip might take more than a month, so I came back here first to help you solve a problem."
Azik tilted his neck and reached into the breast pocket of his formal suit, revealing the mole under his ear.
After a moment, he handed Angel a short, octagonal crystal in his hand.
The crystal was entirely black, dotted with tiny pinpricks of light, like the stars in the night sky. In the center, a crimson hue evoked blood, like the moon. Angel immediately felt a warmth and a tranquil atmosphere envelop her and the surrounding space. This was after the initial seal had been applied; otherwise, she suspected the same feeling would have enveloped everyone in the manor, lulling them into a deep sleep.
"Is this the extraordinary characteristic of the Night Watchman?"
Angel asked tentatively, but he had already confirmed it in his heart:
This was the High-Sequence Beyonder characteristic that Ince Zangwill had once been determined to obtain, even at the cost of killing hundreds of people, attacking the Night Hunter Squad in Tingen City, and even killing the captain!
"Although I haven't fully recovered my strength yet, with the help of the spirit world, I can already destroy the contaminated holy emblem, shattering the Beyonder characteristics contained within it and then reuniting them into pure characteristics. As for the aura associated with the God of Death, I have already dealt with it separately. With its help, perhaps my journey to the Balam Empire will be smoother."
Azik chuckled and replied, showing no hesitation or regret at the fact that he was handing over a valuable item worth tens of thousands of pounds.
As expected... Angel sighed and caught the key point of Azik's words.
"Baram Empire...are you going to the ruins on the southern continent to search for the truth?"
She asked back with some concern.
Of course, what Azik was referring to was not the Balam that had become a colony, but the ancient empire that originated in the Fourth Epoch, of which only ruins and documents remained.
"Yes, you don't have to worry too much. No matter what the truth is, I will have to face it sooner or later. Moreover, from other scattered memories, I have already glimpsed what kind of person I was back then..."
Azik's eyes looked a little strange, but his words were firm.
He was the "Archon of Death" back then... The expression on Angel's face almost froze, but soon she smiled again, so as not to worry Azik who was about to leave.
"I wish you a safe journey in advance, Mr. Azik," she said softly, raising her hands and giving a hug to the elder who had helped her countless times. "No matter what the outcome, please remember that Klein and I are here waiting for you."
"……Thanks."
Azik responded with the same courtesy, and with a restrained expression, he whispered a thank you, then took two steps back, pressed down the hat on his head, and blended into the rich colors that appeared again.
Holding the extraordinary characteristics of the "Night Watcher", Angel looked at the place where Azik left for a long time. It was not until the maid of the manor came to look for him that he forced a smile and returned to the living room filled with false laughter and the aroma of expensive wine.
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