Chapter 201 "World"
After taking a detour to the new safe house in the East District to change his clothes and perform a counter-divination with the Black Flame, Angel returned to his home on Red Rose Street.
In addition to anti-divination, she also tried a more "traditional" anti-tracking method this time, such as changing carriages, taking a detour and observing the rear, and even passing through a coffee shop that was still open after dark, entering through the front door and exiting through the back door to shake off any possible trackers.
Part of the reason was due to the reminder given by the Dominican Federation before leaving, but more of it was a stress reaction after being caught by Ms. Lola, the "Witch of Joy".
After washing up at home, Angel hid in the basement and sorted out the special ammunition he was going to sell, the remaining spiritual materials and the precious "Star Crystal". There were only a few grams of the latter left, which was not enough to complete the production of the next batch of "Storm Gathering". He urgently needed to go to Mr. A's rally to replenish them.
Moreover, it had been more than a week since she last attended a gathering, and she felt that it was time to return to the gathering and make contact with the Witch Cult.
This would be her only way to improve her strength, advance to Sequence 6, and get closer to the real culprit behind the Evil God's arrival in Tingen City.
Although Ms. Lola said today that she was a Sequence 6 Pleasure Witch and had left the Witch Cult, and seemed to be secretly trying to win him over, Angel did not trust this mysterious woman whom he had only met twice.
Considering her role as an "assassin" at the beginning, to reach her level, her hands must be stained with the blood of many innocent people, whether actively or passively. Even if you think on the bright side, she can only be regarded as someone who is tired of killing, not someone you can make close friends with.
"But perhaps, I can get the formula for the Sequence 6 potion from her..."
Listing the mysterious Ms. Lola as an alternative to obtain the potion, Angel began to think about his next role direction.
Through her attempts at the Divination Club these days, she has found a way to play the role of a "witch". Although it is not very efficient, there is no Sequence 6 formula at the moment, and the potion materials are nowhere to be found. There is no need to rush to complete the digestion of the "witch".
Continue to play, wait for Mr. A's GG notification of the gathering, and find an opportunity to contact the witch sect...
Keeping the plan hidden in his heart, Angel carefully put away the bullets that were about to turn into gold pounds and left the dark basement.
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Or burn the bridge...
Lighting the Backlund Bridge in public, as long as enough people saw it, might even allow the witch's potion to be digested immediately, rather than receiving guests here for love divination...
After seeing off another gloomy visitor, Angel wiped the magic mirror and put it close to his body, constantly criticizing Backlund's customs and practices in his heart.
In the past two days, she has been trying her best to play the role of a mysterious fortune-telling witch, hoping to help some frustrated guests while digesting the magic potion. Unexpectedly, those who came to her were all asking about intimate relationships, whether there was a third party, or even couples who were about to break up.
What's even more terrifying is that Angel discovered that by using divination to guide and break up these potential couples, the signs of the potion digestion were faster and more obvious than ever before.
Is this the true meaning of the "Witch" path? Whether assassin, instigator, or witch, their purpose is to bring disaster to others and become a scourge?
Looking at the back of the man who went back to confront his lover with a gloomy face after she said some inappropriate words to him against his conscience, she sighed secretly and put away the 2 soli on the table.
"Ms. Watson, I've brought you the Backlund Morning Post you requested."
While she was lost in thought, the door of the fortune-telling room was pushed open, and a waiter from the club brought her the newspaper she read every day.
The Intis ambassador to Loen was killed in the embassy. The terrorist organization "Aurora Society" claimed responsibility!
The special report on the second page had such a shocking title, and there was small print below: Please look forward to the exclusive interview with the mysterious informant in the Aurora Society and learn about the magnificent history that spans a century.
Angel took a quick look and found that the incident happened three days ago, which was the night when she and the Dominican Federation went to rescue the kidnapped Sonia. Combined with the commotion caused by various forces trying to seize the differential engine manuscript, she suspected that the ambassador's death was also related to this incident.
However, the manuscript has been sold to Mr. A, which means it is in the hands of the Aurora Society. Why would they want to assassinate the ambassador?
Is this a personal vendetta? Covering up evidence? Or is it for other, larger interests?
As for the so-called exclusive interview with the Aurora Society's informant, it's all just a newspaper gimmick. They're an organization of Beyonders, not just any gang...
After thinking for a moment, she turned to the gap GG in the fifth page and was surprised to find that the content of "Looking for Mr. A" appeared on it again. From the numbers in the contact address, it can be seen that the rally will be held tomorrow, Monday afternoon.
finally……
Putting down the newspaper, Angel took a deep breath, recalling in his mind the various arguments he had prepared to deal with the "Witch Cult", the embellishment of his false past, and the people who died in Ince Zangwill's plan.
"This will be the first step in revenge."
She murmured, caressing the citrine pendant on her wrist.
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Stroking the amethyst pendant on his wrist, Klein watched the figure of the bodyguard in a black palace dress quickly disappear in the bathroom mirror.
The three-day employment was over. During this period, he teamed up with this powerful bodyguard to kill the Intis spy who came to "solve" his little trouble, the Sequence 5 "Master of Secret Puppetry", Rosago; explored the underground buildings of Williams Street, and today also searched for information about Viscount Pound all day, and was already very tired.
He had never been so eager to enter the gray fog space, sort out his gains during this period, and try out some of his ideas from the past few days.
But Klein was very cautious. He wasn't sure whether the bodyguard, who could hide her figure, had really left, so he continued to do his own thing at his usual pace.
Cook a delicious dinner to fill your stomach, read the newspaper to kill time, do a little indoor exercise...
It was not until late at night that he returned to the bedroom, drew the curtains to block out the light of the street lamps and the moon, then took out the iron cigarette box and touched the "all-black eye" left by Rosago.
Along with a roar that could tear the soul apart, dense black threads spread out all around, extending from his limbs and joints to infinity, like the control ropes on a puppet.
There is no thread belonging to the bodyguard lady among them.
After confirming that the other party had left, Klein quickly arranged the ritual, summoned his spirit form, and headed above the gray fog with the cigarette box.
On the old long table, the "all-black eye" in the cigarette box no longer reveals madness, as if the pollution inside it has fallen asleep.
But Klein didn't care about these things at all. It was as if a small piece of memory in his mind was repaired and reshaped.
After the party at the "Eye of Wisdom", the face of the mysterious lady he had been trying to recall under the guidance of the bodyguard became blurred from a nondescript black-haired freckled woman to a faceless person.
The last memory he had was of the pair of purple eyes behind the mask.
"Miss Bodyguard is right. Such beautiful eyes, how come I don't have the slightest impression of them?"
He murmured.
The only possibility was that some force interfered with his memory at that time, causing him to mistake purple eyes for black, making him unable to recall the other person's specific appearance.
The gray fog space can resist this force and eliminate its influence!
But why couldn't he remember the other person's face? Was it because so much time had passed that he had no memory of it at all? Or was there some force, even the gray fog, unable to completely pry it apart, concealing all this?
Without caring about the planned test on the "All-Black Eye", Klein materialized parchment and wrote a divination word.
"The true identity of the lady I met at the party."
Silently reciting the divination words, he leaned back in his chair and entered the dreamland with a hint of expectation.
In the blurry image, Klein saw the steam train coming from the north into the foggy Backlund, the ships traveling across the Tussock River, the bridge spanning the river, and the rows of townhouses along the Tussock River.
Then the dream was interrupted.
"Insufficient information means we can't divine her location?"
Looking at the parchment in front of him, Klein fell into deep thought.
This was similar to his first divination of the "Red Chimney" in the gray fog space. There was some feedback, but no specific results were obtained.
"It's also possible that the other party possesses powerful counter-divination methods, unable to completely 'penetrate' even the interference-blocking gray fog... Of course, this isn't the gray fog's fault; it's my own lack of strength, my inability to fully grasp its power."
From the clips I've seen, I can confirm that she came to Backlund from another city and lives by the Tussock River, most likely in the Backlund Bridge area... This is adjacent to the Cherwood District where I live. Perhaps she lives nearby? But the image is too blurry, and there are tens of thousands of townhouses in Backlund. It would be much harder to find a red chimney in the tiny city of Tingen.
Thinking of the experience of him and Angel teaming up to search for the "Red Chimney", Klein's lips curled up, but he quickly shook off the memory with a serious expression.
This time, there's no need to be so troublesome. I can rely on the power of more people, and I don't even need to go through the mouth of the "Fool"...
He took out the "All-Black Eye" that was no longer muttering crazily from the iron cigarette box, and a man in a hooded robe appeared across the long table.
The man had a dull expression and stiff movements, more like a puppet than a human. However, under Klein's control through the black threads, he soon became expressive and moved freely.
"Welcome, new member. Which tarot card would you like to choose?"
Klein asked with a smile.
"World, I choose the 'World' card."
The man stroked his chin and made a hoarse sound.
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