Chapter 648 Heading to: Trier
"Ribak, after I leave, you should continue to keep in touch with the other neighbors, once or twice a week, and send them some small gifts and congratulatory cards to maintain my impression in their hearts.
"The Veterans' Club also helped me keep in touch, especially Mr. Sandel. If he asked, I would just tell him I went to Trier and he would understand.
"Keep your eye on Mr. Dantes, who lives at 160 Böklund Street in the North District. Well, don't pay too much attention to him, just pay attention to the young lady."
Riback nodded with an "I understand" look on his face.
Angel looked at the housekeeper beside him, Ms. Kayla.
"Kayla, I'll give you another 500 pounds later. The furnishings in the house need to be adjusted to accommodate the social season after June. We also need to prepare for the first ball in this mansion. The wine cellar is already quite low due to gifts, so please replenish it as needed."
Kayla, who was in charge of the mansion's interior and finances, replied:
"Okay, miss, do you need me to invite the guests in advance?"
"Not yet. I'm not sure how long this trip will take. It could be as short as a week, just in time for the first round of dinners and dances in early June. It could be as long as two weeks, or even longer. Inviting them in advance would likely leave them disappointed."
Angel replied.
Looking at her mistress's indifferent expression, Kayla sighed inwardly.
She understood how much effort Christine Theresa, who seemed to have just reached adulthood, had put in this month to enter Backlund's upper class society. Unexpectedly, just as the social season was about to begin, this young lady, who had already left a good impression on her neighbors, had to leave for a while due to personal matters, and happened to miss the all-important first week of June.
The annual Backlund social season began here and lasted until the end of the year. It was marked by the return of the noble senators from the House of Lords to the capital. During the first weekend, these nobles would invite guests for an intensive series of dinners and dances. If one missed this period of socializing, it would be much more difficult to establish connections with the nobles.
Although she didn't show it, she must be very frustrated...
Looking at Miss Theresa's departing back, Kayla couldn't help but think so.
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"I'm finally leaving Backlund. I don't want to worry about what clothes to wear or what shoes to pair with them anymore. I don't have to worry about wearing the same dress I wore last week and being mistaken for a financial crisis... I don't have to discuss which cosmetics are best with those ladies, and be questioned about whether I've integrated into Intis's open style and chaotic relationships between men and women... As long as I get out of here, I'll be free..."
Angel lay lazily on the single sofa by the bedroom balcony, twisting his body without any image, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became.
Besides the dangers Klein might face...
The thought that flashed through her mind made Angel's smile disappear from her face. She climbed up from the sofa, stepped on the soft carpet with her bare feet, walked around the bedroom a few times, and finally stopped by the dressing table, looking at the dressing mirror that reflected her upper body.
Angel dipped his finger in some light-colored foundation and drew a symbol on the mirror to summon Arrodes, a symbol that was mixed with secrecy and voyeurism, and then waited quietly.
Soon, the light in the room dimmed. The surface of the dressing mirror first turned pitch black, and then silver Rune script appeared:
"Beautiful mistress, your loyal and humble servant Arrodes awaits your command."
It's even faster than the communication potion. It seems that it is imprisoned in the basement of the Steam Church and is usually very idle... Angel muttered secretly, and then said:
"Can you sense the mirror on the table?"
She pointed to the silver mirror she had received from Archbishop Anthony. This dull silver mirror, which was several sizes smaller than a dressing mirror, was placed face up on the dressing table, and was difficult to see clearly in the dimmed room.
"Of course, it has some special features that are different from ordinary silver mirrors. Do you want to know?"
I really like the way they ask and answer questions, and at the same time, resolve the negative effects of the Sealed Artifacts… Angel's lips curled up slightly, and he nodded.
"think."
"Okay," the silver-white words on the mirror's surface danced joyfully, appearing and disappearing repeatedly. "From a mystical perspective, 'mirror' represents a special 'door.' Through such a door, one can enter the mirrored world and travel through various doors... and this mirror is a special door, leading to Trier in the Fourth Epoch."
The first time Angel heard this word was from the black cat Wensa. He couldn't help but frowned and asked:
"You mean traveling through time, back to the Fourth Epoch?"
"Of course not, my dear mistress. Not even the gods can do this. Only certain special methods can allow us to access and understand the ancient history... But 'Trier of the Fourth Epoch' is a real place. However, it is sealed by some force beneath the present Trier, somewhere between fantasy and reality.
"This city, polluted and destroyed during the Four Emperors' War, cannot be entered with just the 'door' you hold. A matching 'key' is required. Without the status of an angel, even approaching, let alone entering, would risk the horrific effects of the 'man in the mirror'... You wouldn't want to fight another version of yourself with the same abilities and sequence as you, would you?"
I always feel that the last question is strange... Angel began to murmur, but she understood that this was Arrodes's rhetorical question, so she shook her head and said:
"Of course not."
Only after becoming a Sequence 2, that is, an angel, can they come into contact with it. This is consistent with what Vinsa said, and they verify each other, so the credibility is very high. It seems that when going to Trier this time, try not to get close to the underground, and it is best not to even go to that strange catacombs... Thinking of the "man in the mirror" who almost killed him in the dream of the ruins of the war of gods, Angel was frightened.
"Excellent answer. So, what else do you want to know?"
Silvery white traces kept streaking across the dressing mirror, like fireworks blooming, and a few words emerged again, using questions to pave the way for Angel's subsequent conversation.
"Can you attach yourself to this special mirror and leave Backlund with me?"
Angel considered and asked one last question.
Arrodes demonstrated prophetic and divination abilities that were no less than those of a high-sequence diviner. If he could bring it with him, it would surely be of great assistance in Trier's operations.
"I'm sorry, beautiful and powerful mistress. My true form is under strict guard by the Church of Steam. Through the spirit world, I can appear in mirrors all over Backlund, but I cannot leave this city."
Arrodes in the mirror drew a regretful expression, but then, this expression turned into a smile as if the rain had returned and the sky was clear.
"However, this mirror connects to the mirror world. Utilizing its special properties, I can provide some temporary assistance from a distance. This power needs to be accumulated over time. Every three days, you can use it for approximately five minutes. If the distance is too far, the effect will be much weaker."
Angel nodded, overjoyed.
She hadn't originally held much hope of getting Arrodes out of the city easily; she had only tried it. Unexpectedly, this special silver mirror, like Klein's radio receiver, could communicate with Arrodes's body over long distances. Although time was limited, at a critical moment, perhaps a few questions and answers could solve a lot of problems...
While she was thinking, two more lines of words appeared on the surface of the dressing mirror:
"The answer just now is a supplement to my question. You can ask another question."
Its buy-one-get-one-free "trick" was so skillful that it made people feel distressed... Angel's mouth twitched, and he asked again:
"Your master, will this operation go smoothly?"
She didn't need to specify what the "action" was, because Klein must have consulted Arrodes many times before finalizing the plan.
The black surface of the dressing mirror froze for a few seconds, a rare moment. Then, a line of text slowly lit up:
"Everything will go well, wise mistress."
Huh... Angel exhaled lightly and said with a smile:
"Thank you, I have no problem."
"Well, I wish you a safe journey to Trier. Your devoted servant Arrodes awaits your call at any time."
The bedroom gradually lit up, and the mirror in front of Angel returned to normal, reflecting her still somewhat worried expression.
Two hours later, Angel, who was ready, carried her suitcase and refused Ribak's suggestion to bring a guard with her. She left her mansion with the housekeeper Kayla, the male and female servants, the gardener, the coachman and others saying goodbye on both sides.
Taking a horse-drawn carriage, Angel boarded a steam train to Feynet City, the capital of Feynet, before noon, where he would change trains and go directly to Trier in Intis.
If I didn't have to keep entry and exit records, I could even use the mirror world and arrive within an hour instead of wasting two and a half days on a long journey... Entering his own private room in the first-class carriage, Angel put away his luggage, looked out the window, and complained silently.
Just then, she saw a familiar figure.
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"Fors, do you really not need a companion? I know a few female bounty hunters who are quite skilled, and their asking price is not too high."
On the steam-filled platform, Hugh Dilcha frowned and asked his friend, who had already dressed in an Intis-style cashmere tight skirt, a beige coat, and long boots.
"If you can accompany me, that would be great. Otherwise, I'd rather go alone. If anything goes wrong, I'll still have to protect that 'guard'... After all, I'm already Sequence 7, Quinn."
Fors chuckled and replied, her voice a little low to prevent certain words from being heard by other passengers.
Thinking about the "apprentice's" ability to pass through walls and the special travel notes in her hand, Xio curled his lips and said no more.
After watching Fors board the luxurious first-class carriage with her suitcase in one hand and her round-top felt hat on her head in the other, Xio turned around and left the platform.
She walked out of the station with difficulty against the crowd, turned into a nearby alley, and soon saw a slender figure wearing a hooded cloak.
"Have your friends left?" the man asked, his voice melodious and sweet, with a trembling tingle that made people's hearts itch. "Then let's hurry back to the East District. You promised to help me deal with those gang matters."
"Of course, it's not even noon yet, we have plenty of time..." Quinn glanced at the other person and said hesitantly, "Shel... Sherman."
Her tone of voice changed, pronouncing the same name in different styles.
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