Chapter 656 Red House Cafe
At that moment, Fors's hand, hidden under her cloak, tightly grasped the travel notes. A slender, flexible finger had already reached into the pages and pressed the page that recorded the "teleportation" ability.
As long as she is infused with spiritual power, she can leave here immediately and appear at any place within hundreds of kilometers. Even if Mr. K has become a demigod, he can't catch her!
However, having participated in the Tarot Club for a long time and come into contact with various powerful Beyonders, she was no longer the rookie in the mysterious world she had been a few years ago. She managed her emotions and movements well, and shook her head slightly under the waiter's eager gaze. She said:
"Let me check the prices of other items first."
This reaction is very common among members who are attending a gathering of Extraordinary people for the first time. They often have extraordinary expectations for mystical items, extraordinary properties, and potion recipes, but they are worried that their lack of experience will make them pay too high a premium, so they often "wait and see".
The waiter nodded experiencedly, placed the pen and paper on the coffee table next to him, and left quietly.
Huh—Fors breathed a sigh of relief. Hidden behind her mask, she stole a glance at the single sofa in the center of the room. Seeing that "Mr. K" on it didn't look at her, the new member, she finally felt relieved and let go of the magical item she had been holding tightly.
But he could also be secretly observing other members under his cloak. Mr. A from Backlund was fond of doing this, and I'd only met Mr. X twice before his head was packed and delivered to me... Based on the format of the gathering, the transaction method, and the organizer's name, Fors quickly determined that this was a base of the "Aurora Society." Thoughts like "report" and "escape" flashed through her mind one after another, but she ultimately gave up on them.
The last time she sold Mr. X's information and let the "Queen" and "The World" kill the Aurora Society's messenger, she and Xio took a huge risk. Xio was even followed and investigated by some people to confirm whether she was related to the battle in the East District.
If Mr. K was captured by the arriving Mechanical Heart just as she left this room, Fors had no doubt that the Aurora Society would launch a frenzied revenge against her, the kind that even Mr. Fool might not be able to protect him from.
Since she was unfamiliar with the place, she might as well just buy something and go... She made up her mind and looked up at the mobile blackboard again.
"Three pages of Emperor Roselle's notes, 350 Felkin in total."
Fors's eyes gradually lit up.
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Early on Saturday morning, Angel changed into an Intis-style long dress, paired with a colorful shawl, and left the "Riverside Hotel" as planned. She enjoyed a delicious breakfast in a cafe different from the previous two days, and then took a carriage to cross the entire city of Trier again and headed to the square area in the west.
During this time, she noticed that the "hunter" who had followed her for most of the day yesterday had disappeared. He must have gone back to report.
After all, knowing that he was being followed, Angel behaved just like a smuggler who had just completed his "mission" and was wandering around the city to kill some extra time.
Her active participation in occult gatherings and purchase of numerous inexpensive spiritual items made her appear to be a low-Sequence Beyonder, making the image of this young woman who came alone to complete the transaction even more affluent and full-bodied.
"This should be the end of the initial tracking. If the Soran family wants to use me to find Elaine, then perhaps there will be further contact, but the possibility of this is extremely small. As for the 'robbery' transaction, the total transaction amount is less than 1,000 pounds, so it shouldn't be enough to make a High-Sequence Beyonder take action..."
Angel was thinking as the carriage was shaking more and more violently, along the south bank of the Serenzo River, across a busy bridge, and arrived at the 16th district in the westernmost part of Trier, a square area sandwiched between the river and the city wall, with a large suburban forest.
She did not go to the Triumphal Square, which every tourist must visit once, but got off the bus directly outside the town of Xiayue on the outskirts of District 16.
The town of Chaillot is the only "small town" in the entire Trier urban area. It sits on the entire forest to the west and is rich in wine grapes. The Chaillot wine produced here is a well-known variety second only to Olmer red wine - both are produced in Intis, highlighting the country's transcendent status in culture and art.
As soon as he got off the car, Angel smelled the strong smell of fermenting grapes. This was not from the grapes that had just started to change color and had not yet reached the harvest period, but from the privately brewed wine that almost every household was making. Although they could not be sold legally, it was completely fine for personal use.
The fragrance made Angel sniff involuntarily. He stood on the street and savored it for a moment before going deeper into the town and searching for the red-roofed house that Arrodes had shown before the "power outage."
This was not easy, because most of the buildings in the town had roofs of similar colors, quite similar to ripe red grapes. Angel could only follow his spiritual intuition and wander through the streets, occasionally using divination to correct his direction. By the way, he admired the beautiful scenery of the neatly arranged grape vines all over the mountain. He secretly picked two to taste, and they were so sour that his facial features wrinkled together. He looked exactly like a young lady from another place who came to Trier for tourism.
It was almost noon when she found the house near the forest. Its brightly colored roof stood out against the vines, but when she got closer, she realized that the roof was not completely red. It was just painted bright red on the top, like a red mushroom. Below was an off-white exterior wall covered with graffiti in various styles, which were obviously not painted by the same person.
“Red House Cafe…”
Angel read out the Intis word on the sign, made a final attempt at divination, and only pushed the door open and entered after confirming it was safe.
It was lunchtime, and there were not many customers in the cafe, only eight people including the waiters, but they were all young women. They sat at tables of three or two, chatting in whispers over coffee and small, exquisite snacks. Angel overheard some words with his keen hearing, all of which were about topics in life.
She walked past the square tables covered with checkered tablecloths and the artistic woven rattan chairs, ordered a cup of coffee with milk and sugar and a plate of cat tongue biscuits at the bar, and then sat down at a window seat, taking in the entire cafe with the reflection of the window.
The two female waiters were young and beautiful, with neat dresses and elegant manners, just like aristocratic maids trained in court etiquette. The six guests also had their own unique styles. After becoming "Christine", Angel, who had a certain understanding of clothing styles and prices, quickly confirmed that their clothes were not cheap. Although their facial features were relatively ordinary, they looked quite attractive with their careful dressing and elegant movements.
But if they weren't disguised, they probably weren't "witches" or witches of a higher order...
This was the intuition of a fellow "witch"... Angel chuckled secretly, retracted his gaze, and enjoyed the crispy cat tongue biscuit with peace of mind.
During the trip, a waiter came to her table several times, sometimes asking if she needed a refill of coffee, and sometimes cleverly starting a conversation while serving other snacks, talking about Angel's destination as a tourist and the time he would stay in Trier.
These purposeful conversations immediately made Angel alert, but she found that the waiter had no ill intentions and even acted very intimately, which quickly shifted her vigilance in another direction.
The appearance I created with the "Hypocrisy" ring this time was only average, and I also deliberately concealed the witch's allure. Why do I feel like she has some special thoughts about me... Angel secretly glanced at the window and confirmed that he had not turned back into the witch with blonde hair and purple eyes, his mind full of doubts.
But she quickly thought of another possibility, and her slightly furrowed brows relaxed.
Informant Danio's notes mentioned that there were some secretive women-loving women groups in Trier. Because they were too ostentatious, they even attracted the attention of official Beyonders, who suspected them of being peripheral organizations of the Witch Cult.
Unfortunately, the final investigation confirmed that these women were just ordinary people, and the occasional women's happy parties were not illegal. Therefore, they gradually faded out of the official vision, leaving only a tiny mention in the informant's notes.
Could this "Red House Café" be one of their bases? Is it the "Savior Society" or the "Daffodil Society"?
Angel looked at the other female guests again and confirmed his guess from the looks and intimate actions between the groups of people.
However, what I asked Arrodes was "where to find members of the witch sect", not these groups of women loving women. Why did this magic mirror lead me here... She held a piece of cat tongue biscuit in her mouth, her fingers stretched out to the syrup-covered pancake, and her eyes suddenly froze.
Most of the witches in the "Witch Sect" are transformed from men after taking magic potions. If some of them, like "Vice Admiral of Disease" Tracy, still like women, this kind of "women loving women" group should be very attractive to them... No, it is even possible that these groups are initiated and organized by witches so that they can mingle with their own kind, come into contact with young and beautiful women, and perform "joyful" roles!
If that's the case, then one or more witches must be frequenting this cafe...
Just as he thought of this, Angel heard the door of the cafe with a bell hanging on it being pushed open with a crisp ring, and a black-haired lady came in with a girl with short orange-red hair.
The girl was young and beautiful, and seemed to have just reached adulthood. Her expression was a mixture of melancholy and confusion. She wore a shirt and trousers that were one size too large. She had both feminine gentleness and androgynous boldness, but compared to the black-haired woman who brought her in, she was more than a level inferior.
The latter was wearing an elaborate black court dress, with her black hair tied up behind her head and covered by a gray veil, revealing her slender, smooth neck and elegantly curved chin, and her thin lips were slightly upturned, outlining a hint of liveliness and charm in her serious attire, making it impossible to take your attention away.
Angel, the other customers and waiters in the cafe all cast their eyes on the lady in the black dress and black hair, until she led the girl around to the back of the cafe and went up to the second floor along the stairs decorated with fake grape vines. Then they all sighed and reluctantly looked away.
With a blush on her cheeks, Angel lowered her head, seemingly picking out the cat tongue biscuits on the plate, but her eyes were a little dazed. Her hands were lightly clasped, and her feet were slightly clamped under her skirt, as if she was still immersed in the indescribable surprise just now.
But her heart was cold, and the face of the black-haired woman kept flashing through her mind.
That's a high-sequence witch!
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