Chapter 817 Midnight Appointment
On Saturday night, Angel climbed out of the balcony of her bedroom at the agreed time and landed gently outside the main gate of her villa garden like a feather floating in the wind, waiting for the carriage to pick her up at midnight.
In order to keep the appointment, she had made all the preparations. Not only did she pray to Mr. Fool to obtain his angel's embrace to prevent interrogation techniques such as hypnosis, suggestion, or dreaming, she also brought with her almost all the magical items and talismans that could be used.
Three months after reaching Sequence 4, she had begun to feel that the quality and quantity of the magical items she possessed were no longer sufficient to support demigod-level combat.
This problem was fully revealed in the battles with Syrio, the "Red Angel" evil spirit, and Amon's clone.
In these battles, apart from the "Deathwing" and "Reaper Legion", which are also called "Level 1" seals and the "Parasite" gloves, which are also demigod-level, her rose necklace and hypocrisy ring played almost no role.
If she hadn't obtained her new weapon yesterday, "Angelica's Blade", she would have had almost no magical items to use directly for attack.
Of course, for a recently promoted demigod, possessing four seals equivalent to level "1" is already considered a luxurious configuration, but Angel might be facing a demigod who had attained divinity decades ago, had the support of the military, and was a royal aristocrat. The accumulation of the two sides was completely on a different level.
Whether it's connections or equipment, I'm definitely far inferior to her... Although the royal family has never revealed their strength in the extraordinary realm, for a family that has existed since the Solomon Dynasty of the Fourth Epoch, lasting for two thousand years and producing multiple angels, it's perfectly normal for them to possess several "0" level seals. And yet, I was still worrying about the maintenance costs of the Iris Winery last week, and I even used up more than a quarter of my working capital to craft a suitable piece of equipment...
Angel muttered to himself, hiding his figure and waiting at the door. Soon he saw a four-wheeled carriage painted all black and without any markings slowly approaching. It stopped at a distance from his door. The door facing his manor opened silently, and a tall, brown-haired man in a tuxedo and wearing a golden mask got out of the car and stood beside it. The coachman in a top hat sat quietly in the driver's seat without even tilting his head.
What a mysterious and grand spectacle! And are golden masks standard issue for military personnel, for MI9 field agents? It felt like I'd seen them many times in different situations... She removed her "invisibility" and strolled over, immediately being spotted by the man in the golden mask.
"You are... Miss Christine Theresa?"
The openings for his eyes above the mask revealed a vision unaffected by the darkness, and his voice, coming from inside the mask, sounded muffled, but one could still hear the original voice, which was quite magnetic and made people feel favorable.
Angel nodded and asked tentatively:
"Where are we going today?"
"Queens. You'll find out the exact location later."
The man, who was dressed and behaved like a servant, politely declined Angel's question and made a "please" gesture towards the carriage.
To be able to have a military Beyonder come out to pick me up like a servant, it seems that the other party's identity is only what Laura said... Angel did not hesitate any longer, stretched out his hand to the man, and with his help, he got on the carriage and sat in the right rear seat.
After the other party got in, closed the door, and sat across from Angel, the carriage began to move silently, leaving Burningham Road and the Hillston District, along the wide but quiet and empty King's Road at night, and entered Backlund's traditional "noble district", the Queen's District.
"Now you can tell me who I'm about to meet, right?" Angel withdrew his gaze from the window at the luxurious villas and beautiful manors and looked at the golden mask across from him. "Don't worry, I won't run away. Besides, you know my identity, so where can I escape to?"
She used a bit of charm and instigation in her words, but she did not go beyond her apparent sequence and actual ability of "joy".
As expected, the Beyonder in a tuxedo just chuckled and replied:
"I'm sorry, Miss Theresa, you'll understand once we get to our destination."
It looked like he was at least a Sequence 6 Beyonder, maybe even a Sequence 5. Considering the bias in Beyonder channels within the military, an "arbitrator" or "lawyer" was very likely... Angel gave up trying, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, feeling the other person's gaze secretly looking at him, lingering on his face, chest, and other places.
Haha, it seems he's not that determined. If he wasn't worried about the demigod behind him...
While thinking, the carriage turned a few corners and stopped when Angel guessed from the map in his mind that they were about to leave the city.
After getting off the car, Angel found that he had indeed arrived in the suburbs of Queens, in front of a vast manor. The unique six-sided spires of the castle-like villa inside were faintly visible. The rustling of flowers and plants in the breeze and the sound of water flowing in a huge fountain came from the darkness, adding a touch of vitality to the secluded street.
Not far away, one could see the highest area in Backlund, the towering clock tower of Sodrak Palace, where the Loen royal family resided. At this moment, the short, thick hour hand on the clock tower was pointing to the sky.
It's midnight.
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Entering this castle that seemed to have a history of hundreds of years and whose design style was from the previous era, Angel was led to a reception room by a maid dressed in black and white with lace trim.
Even at midnight, there was still warm black tea, coffee and milk, as well as exquisite snacks at just the right temperature. The maid poured her some fragrant black tea and then retreated outside, leaving Angel surrounded by snacks.
I don't know if they serve these all day long, or if they prepared them in advance because I was coming. If it's the former, it would be too luxurious... Angel muttered, looking at the tempting snacks. With a hint of vigilance in his heart, he didn't indulge in them. He just took a sip of tea and waited quietly.
She did not try to use her control over the mirror to explore the building, for fear that the mysterious military demigod would notice anything, even though the probability of that happening was not high.
After all, not even Hvin Rambis noticed my secret spying. Logically speaking, unless Beyonders of the same sequence were in combat, it would be difficult for them to detect a witch's spying. After all, simple observation isn't safe, and it's difficult for the spirit to have a strong premonition... But angels of the "Arbitrator" path can easily perceive "abnormal" things around them. Perhaps Saints have similar abilities...
After giving up the temptation, Angel's expression was indifferent, and his eyes kept wandering in the old-style but luxuriously decorated reception room. He observed the furnishings here and compared it with his own villa in the Iris Winery in his mind. He regretfully found that if he adopted this style of decoration, the more than 20,000 pounds in his pocket might not be enough.
It seemed that Audrey's suggestion was still conservative. Compared with an earl's daughter who had no inheritance rights, the Duke's financial resources were still far beyond hers... She reluctantly turned her eyes away from an oil painting depicting the "White Rose War". According to her recent intensive study, this painting by a famous artist was worth at least 2,000 pounds, which was equivalent to all the decorations in the villa where Angel currently lived.
At this moment, the door was opened from the outside, and a tall lady entered the reception room accompanied by two maids.
Before her eyes moved over there, Angel could feel a distinct aura. Based on her past experience, she could judge that it was the majesty and oppression of the "Arbitrator". However, the demigods of this path should be able to hide their power very well. Therefore, the other party must have discovered the fact that she was a Beyonder, and chose to directly reveal her aura.
Thinking of this, Angel's eyes stopped at the lady in an evening gown who looked like she had just left a party and rushed here.
She had a round face and narrow eyes, her long black hair was neatly tied behind her head, and she looked at Angel with a hint of inquiry in her blue eyes. The curve of her white neck was charming, and the black evening dress was close-fitting to her tall and slender body. It formed a series of ingenious tassels from the hips down, which could cover her legs, but occasionally revealed a little bright tassel.
Sure enough, it was Georgina Augustus, the Duchess who had not appeared in twenty years and was said to be over fifty years old... The last stone in Angel's heart fell to the ground. He stood up from the sofa and bowed solemnly.
Whether out of respect for the other party's demigod status or admiration for the title, Angel had to "bow his head" at this time.
This lady, who looked less than thirty years old, dismissed the maid and approached Angel as the door locked. She smiled friendly and said,
"Are you Christine Theresa?"
It seemed like she was just asking the question out of courtesy and didn't expect an answer. Without waiting for Angel to speak, she sat down on another sofa opposite, raised her right leg and placed it on her left leg, letting the tassels of her dress fall apart, revealing her delicate and well-maintained calves.
"Yes, ma'am."
Angel also sat back on his sofa, not knowing how to start.
She originally thought that their meeting would be more formal, even like a business conversation, but the other party exuded a very casual and lively atmosphere, which made her feel uncomfortable.
"From your reaction just now, it seems that you have recognized me, so I won't introduce myself in detail..."
Georgina Augustus leaned back on the sofa cushions in a comfortable posture, staring at Angel with her narrow but family-like eyes, and the majesty and oppression reappeared.
"But you still have to introduce yourself, Miss Witch."
The Duchess chuckled and added.
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