Chapter 204 The Baroness's Identity
"So your real purpose in letting me approach Miss Hall is to find a way to get to know Earl Hall?"
After a long moment, Angel regained his composure and asked.
She felt a little dry in the mouth, so she took the teacup on the coffee table and drank half a cup of black tea to feel better.
"Of course not. Do you think you have the ability?" Sylvia commented sharply, "You just need to find a way to become friends with Audrey Hall. You don't need to worry about the rest."
"If you encounter any difficulties in completing this task, you can ask me for help."
She added.
All that introduction to Lord Hall, only to have me approach his daughter in the end?
Angel was a little bit unconvinced that the task was so simple, but Sylvia didn't seem to want to continue the topic. Instead, she talked about the etiquette and preferences of the Loen nobles. Finally, she called the maid and took out a book on the introduction of aristocratic etiquette, asking Angel to go back and study it carefully.
"Although Viscount Greylint's circle doesn't place much emphasis on these things, you still have to master basic etiquette. If you make a fool of yourself and become the laughing stock of the salon, your mission will be considered a failure."
Why don't you go by yourself...
Angel complained inwardly and took the introduction to etiquette.
Just when she thought the meeting was about to end, Sylvia's words made her heart tighten again.
"You leave behind a lock of your hair, or a tube of blood. This is a measure to prevent members from mutiny. You should understand, right?"
Hair or blood... is it used as a medium to cast a curse?
Angel had guessed that the "Witch Sect" would have some measures to prevent members from defecting and leaking secrets, but he didn't expect it to be so direct instead of monitoring each other or reporting regularly.
She knew that if she refused or even hesitated, the other party might become suspicious, so she nodded and replied:
"It's still blood. I still attach great importance to hair..."
If the cut hair turned light blonde, I would probably immediately become another Instigator's Beyonder characteristic for advancement!
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"Ms. Severia, approximately 30 years old, but not quite, with black hair and gray eyes. She's probably a Sequence 6 'Witch of Pleasure'. She lives on Palm Avenue in the West District, a decidedly wealthy area."
Angel frowned in distress as he looked at the notebook in his hand that was cluttered with information.
She only obtained this information during today's meeting, and wasn't even sure whether the other party's appearance was real or fake. After all, she, a Sequence 7, possessed a magical item that could change her appearance, so it wasn't surprising that the other party possessed similar abilities.
Putting down her pen, she took out the dressing mirror that had been made into her own magic mirror and placed it on the notebook.
"Mirror, mirror, tell me the true identity of Ms. Sylvia."
The smooth surface of the magic mirror turned pitch black, and a mist that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye surged inside. Then the image blurred and returned to the mirror surface reflecting the scene of the study.
There is no doubt that this divination failed.
"It seems this Witch of Pleasure has also taken sufficient anti-divination measures, or perhaps possesses a magical item similar to the 'Magic Pocket Watch'. With my Sequence 7 strength, divination will not be effective at all, unless..."
She looked at the "Secret Holy Symbol" on her wrist.
If you set up formal ritual magic, pray to the goddess, and conduct formal divination, you may be able to break through the counter-divination and obtain some useful information.
But first, the target must respond positively before the ritual magic can take effect. Last time, she prayed to the goddess, trying to find the mysterious man who erased her memory, but the goddess erased the sketch...
With a sigh, Angel decided to choose a simpler and more effective method - purchasing intelligence.
She remembered the half-grown boy Ian whom she had rescued when she and the Dominican Federation went to rescue Sonya. The other party claimed that if they needed intelligence, they could go to the "Brave Bar" to find him.
Maybe this is the time to use this relationship...
Moreover, as a wild extraordinary person, it was in line with his identity for him to conduct some private investigations after coming into contact with the "Witch Sect". If he did nothing, it would make him seem like he had something to hide.
After figuring this out, Angel tore off the page of the notebook containing the intelligence and put it in her pocket, and stuffed the notebook into the bookshelf. At this time, she caught a glimpse of the book of aristocratic etiquette that Severia gave her.
Her expression changed several times, and after hesitating for a while, she finally pulled out the book with a picture of a woman in fancy dress on the cover and casually opened a page.
"Except for outdoor sports such as hunting and equestrianism, women wearing trousers instead of skirts would be considered rude and impolite."
Angel closed the etiquette book with a snap and sighed again.
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Lady Severia's mansion late at night.
In the luxuriously decorated bedroom, Mrs. Sylvia, who had sent her personal maid away, stood in front of a full-length mirror and carefully applied some dark red substance around the mirror until the dark red was condensed into a complete oval shape.
After incorporating a little spirituality, she folded her hands on her abdomen, stood gracefully in front of the mirror as if welcoming an important person, and waited patiently.
After an unknown amount of time, the mirror reflecting her in a black silk robe turned pitch black, and then traces of blood oozed out.
"What is it, Sylvia?"
A soft but low voice was heard, and the black mirror became transparent, as if it had become a window. Outside the window stood a graceful figure with her back to Sylvia. She was wearing a white robe and her face could not be seen. The sides of the robe were open, revealing her long legs.
She turned around and looked towards the "window".
"Ms. Despair."
Sylvia bowed her head and saluted before continuing:
"Triss has been very restless lately. She's been secretly looking for someone to help her collect materials for 'pleasure,' perhaps hoping to escape her current predicament. As you instructed, I didn't stop her."
"It doesn't matter. No matter which direction she goes, she will eventually get closer to 'Origin'. This is a fact that has long been written."
The woman in white robe answered in a soothing tone.
"Yes," Sylvia nodded. "Another thing. The witch who sold the 'witch' formula at Mr. A's party last week was a witch from Tingen City. She lost contact with her superiors and came to Backlund looking for opportunities for advancement. As usual, I contacted her, left her as a curse medium, and plan to test her in the near future."
"Her appearance doesn't suit Viscount Glint's taste. I will try to get her close to Earl Hall's daughter, become her friend, and look for opportunities to influence the Earl."
"The appearance doesn't match? Are you sure she's a 'witch'?"
"Yes," Sylvia responded quickly, "One of my subordinates who was sent to follow her was attacked by her using a curse through blood, and I was able to confirm her path."
"Do you need me to hold off and confirm again?"
She asked hesitantly, as if she was afraid of saying something wrong, and her body leaned forward and lowered a lot.
"There's no need to consult me about such a trivial matter. You can handle it on your own," the white-robed woman said, unconcerned. She turned to the side, as if there were other movements over there. "Be careful of the Beyonders around Earl Hall. He's a follower of the Goddess of Night, high in position, and generous. I'm afraid there are Night Watchers keeping an eye on such nobles. Be careful not to alert them. Choosing his daughter as your target is a good idea."
"During this period, caution is paramount. I will keep an eye on your progress."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of mist surged in the full-length mirror, and then the mirror returned to normal. The dark red substance that had been smeared around it had completely disappeared.
Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, covered the full-length mirror with a black cloth, and rang the bell to call the maid: "Get ready, I want to take a bath."
Her silk robe was soaked with sweat.
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Friday afternoon, in the Divination Club's "Divination Witch" room.
Angel was holding a piece of information in her hand and reading it word by word. The noisy sounds from the next room, which seemed to be different from those in the divination room, reached her ears, making it impossible for her to fully concentrate.
Mrs. Sylvia Langdon, 32 years old, married the widowed Baron Langdon three years ago. The two are very much in love and often appear together in social occasions.
But a year ago, Baron Langdon suddenly fell seriously ill and passed away. He had no children, so most of his property, including several properties in Backlund, a large tract of land in Eastchester County, and some factory shares, were inherited by his widow, Mrs. Sylvia Langdon.
This young and wealthy baroness instantly became Backlund's most sought-after socialite.
How come I'm not surprised at all?
Looking at this resume that was exactly the same as Mrs. Sharon's, Angel recalled the woman in the black robe he met the night before.
She must have used some method, such as a curse or medicine, to deal with the baron's remarriage and then inherited his huge inheritance.
And getting close to Earl Hall's daughter might also be an attempt to build closer ties with the Earl's family and introduce other "witches" to him...
The "Witch Sect" has become path-dependent, right?
Aurora kills and burns, witches take over, and everyone has a bright future...
After secretly complaining, Angel put away the information he had bought from Caspas in the "Brave Bar" for 15 pounds, then took out the etiquette book and studied the relevant knowledge.
No matter what Severia's identity is, if he wants to infiltrate the witch sect, he must complete her mission. If he makes a fool of himself in the salon because he does not understand the etiquette of the nobility, his undercover career will probably end on the spot.
What's more, he left behind a tube of blood as a "hostage", and the outcome after the mission failed would probably not be any better. Even if they were both witches, Sylvia's curse might not kill her directly, but the other party was quite confident in this measure to prevent rebellion, and she would probably be skinned alive if she didn't die.
"Bang, bang."
Before she could read a few pages, there was a loud knock on the door of the divination room.
With a strong smell of tobacco, Angel welcomed another customer.
This is a middle-aged man with a lot on his mind. His stubble seems to have not been trimmed for a long time and his hair is messy. He is wearing a windbreaker that looks not cheap, but is full of wrinkles and the hem of his shirt is drooping.
"I want to divine my daughter's whereabouts. The more detailed the better!"
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