Chapter 90 Prayer in the Night
"Do you know the 'Aurora Society'?"
Justice looked at Angel blankly, as if he had never even heard of the word.
The Hanged Man chuckled and replied, "They're all a bunch of lunatics. Even if they're not crazy in public, they're just hiding their madness well. I'm chasing one of their 'Listeners.' He's searching for traces of the 'True Creator,' the so-called sanctuary they preach."
Indeed, these believers of the "Aurora Society" are not normal...
Thinking of Mr. C, who used his own flesh and blood as a bomb, Angel nodded in agreement and continued, "I've heard from people traveling to various ports that the Aurora Society believers in Enmat Port have been involved in multiple kidnappings and are also implicated in the recent human trafficking incident. Official Beyonders destroyed their altars and arrested many people."
"Human trafficking...ah, you mentioned it last time. I didn't expect the Aurora Society was involved in this. I thought they were just a secretive sect that believed in ancient entities, but now they're involved in all kinds of business..."
The Hanged Man was confused at first, then he suddenly understood.
He frowned, as if remembering something, looked at Angel, and asked, "Miss Queen, have you already gone to Enmat Port? Was the information I provided about the 'craftsman' helpful to you?"
Was he testing me... because I mentioned the "news" from Port Enmat?
Angel's tone remained unchanged as he slowly replied, "Not yet. I need some time to prepare. I estimate that it will take until the end of the year before I can leave for Enmat Port."
She didn't explain too much because it would seem a bit deliberate, like she was hiding something.
Miss Justice, standing by, didn't notice the subtle wit in their conversation. She was listening intently to the secrets of the world of occultism, her eyes sparkling. She acted like the "listener" being pursued by the Hanged Man. Seeing that the two had stopped talking briefly, she eagerly asked:
"'Aurora Society'? The True Creator? I normally have little access to these things, so I can only learn about them from you. Miss Queen, Mr. Hanged Man, can you tell me more about these secret organizations and ancient beliefs? I can pay you for it!"
"500 pounds per person, or items or materials of equal value that you urgently need."
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Miss Justice's generosity made Angel and the Hanged Man afraid to respond for a long time.
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The crimson light faded away, and Angel returned to his study.
Exchanging information about the secret organization took a long time, and satisfying Miss Justice's curiosity made her exhausted both physically and mentally, but there were more important things to do at the moment.
There was no time to celebrate the fact that she had "borrowed" another 500 pounds from Miss Justice. She took the pen and paper prepared on the table and immediately recorded the few remaining memories in her mind.
Compared to the "Assassin," the "Instigator"'s spiritual power increased by about half, and its other extraordinary abilities were also enhanced to varying degrees...
Dining with Daly, the beef pudding was delicious, but what was the name of the restaurant?
Rupert is in a trance. Daly says he's fine, but...
Backlund's Nighthawks team, Lorota, Borgia, and the third person... Al Hassan?
Angel wrote down one by one the things he had experienced on that day that did not exist in his memory, which he recalled in the gray fog.
She was afraid that this memory would soon disappear from her mind and no trace of it would be found.
Fortunately, as the pen moved across the paper, the memories in her mind not only did not fade, but instead deepened with her constant recollection. It seemed that the mysterious method affecting her memory was only a one-time effect, and after being lifted by the even more mysterious "Fool" and His gray foggy space, it no longer had any effect.
"Praise Mr. Fool."
After thanking this mysterious existence in her heart, Angel put the paper containing everything she could remember about the "lost day" into the desk drawer and placed it in the most conspicuous position.
"If the content here seems completely unfamiliar and you have no recollection of it, don't be afraid. It's your true memory, but you just can't recall it. You can seek help from Mr. Fool, or wait for the weekly 'Tarot Club'. You'll naturally remember everything in the gray fog."
There is this paragraph at the end of the paper.
Unfortunately, she couldn't recall the simple-dressed priest's appearance. She only remembered a few key features: a white robe, a light blond beard, and clear, natural eyes...
If she saw this person again, she would probably be able to recognize him, but now she couldn't even draw his appearance.
Holding the pencil for sketching, she pondered for a long time, then put the pen down. There was only a faceless face on the cardboard in front of her.
Perhaps divination can yield more specific and detailed results?
But I'm not a fortune teller... Although I learned the "Pendulum Method" from Klein, that simple divination can only answer yes or no and can't help me draw.
Pray to God for help?
This is also a way. My prayers to the Goddess of Night were answered when I made "Gathering Storm" and "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption". Maybe I can pray to her again?
Looking at the setting sun outside the window, Angel made up his mind to give it a try after nightfall.
Otherwise, the huge rock called "Sequence 4" weighing on her heart would make her breathless.
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"Goddess of the Night, higher than the stars, older than eternity. You are the Crimson Lord, the Mother of Secrets, the Queen of Misfortune and Terror. Lord of Sleep and Silence."
The crimson moon outside the window sent its crimson moonlight into the study, covering the desk and dyeing the three candles on the table, the tabletop engraved with runes and prayers, and the cardboard with a picture of a mysterious priest red.
At this time, the study has become a temporary place of worship, which was closed and isolated by Angel with a spiritual wall. The desk was placed on a wooden tabletop engraved with prayers, and three ritual candles were placed on it. The candlelight with a little essential oil added emitted a faint fragrance, making the whole study look a little mysterious.
She had bathed in advance and now, wearing a white robe, she put down the sacred carving knife, maintained a meditative state, stood in front of the table, and continued to chant the mantra.
"I beg you..."
"Pray for your favor..."
"Point out the direction of disaster for your believers..."
In the fragrance of the essential oils of deep sleep flower and moon flower, beside the flickering flame of the candle, under the illumination of the red moonlight.
On the simple altar, the sketch card that Angel placed seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand, slowly floating into the air, covering the crimson moon outside the window.
Her breathing stagnated, and she didn't dare to make any movement or sound. Only her eyes slowly followed the movement of the cardboard.
"puff--"
The three candles representing the goddess of night and herself flickered and went out.
The cardboard seemed to be blown by the breeze outside the window, falling and floating towards Angel.
She was so frightened that she immediately quit her meditation and caught the card with the picture of the faceless priest.
There was nothing on top.
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