Chapter 309 The Plans of Both Sides
Last time, in order to find Lanevus's whereabouts, she forced Angel to perform a divination on the "True Creator", which almost cost her her life. If it weren't for the protection of the secret holy emblem, she would have become an unrecognizable corpse in the sewers of the East District.
This time, just by seeing a sapphire ring, she felt the fear as if she was facing the aura of an evil god.
It turns out Triss wasn't affected by "0-08," but rather by the Witch Cult's schemes. She harbored the aura of some evil deity, like Lanevus, like... Megose? Could it be that the aura within her was that of the "Original Witch," worshipped by the Witch Cult?
Or maybe it's a combination of both. Ince Zangwill, who collaborated with the Witch Cult, used 0-08 to orchestrate this incident, and Triss's eccentricity served as another safeguard.
Angel didn't dare to think about it too much, nor did he have the time to think further. Triss on the other side of the mirror was looking at him with expectant eyes, with a faint smile on her face, which was sad and lovable.
No, that's just the Witch of Pleasure's trick...
Angel collected his thoughts and shook his head with determination.
"I can't promise you for now. Severia has been very good to me, and she has never delayed the promised reward. I have no reason to betray her."
She didn't really think the middle-level members of the witch sect were trustworthy, but she would rather face other witches of pleasure than Triss, who was at the center of the mysterious vortex.
"Heh, betrayal... How can you call it betrayal when you're the ones who came together through profit and deception? Think carefully. Would you rather never rise above the ranks of the sect, or do me a small favor and obtain the key to becoming a demigod?"
Demigod? She even knew the formula for a Sequence 4 potion?
Angel raised an eyebrow, but before she could answer, the communication potion had evaporated. The ice mirror in front of her returned to normal in a flash, reflecting her own blurry face.
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Watching the round-faced witch's face, filled with doubt and vigilance, disappear in the mirror, Triss sighed softly and reached out to wipe away the remaining dark red potion on the dressing mirror. Black flames rose in her hands, burning the mirror and the entire room, clearing away all traces.
"I didn't expect this guy, despite looking stupid, to be surprisingly alert. Who was she before she became a witch? Cole? Mason? I should have learned more about those colleagues I'd never met, instead of just focusing on promotion..."
Looking at the sapphire ring on her little finger, Triss was a little curious. She had prepared herself for the possibility of being controlled by an unknown force in the middle of the conversation and stopped asking for help. Unexpectedly, the conversation went very smoothly. Although the other party did not agree to help her escape, she had already put some chips on the table, which aroused the other party's interest.
Next, I will continue to play the woman who tried to escape in a stupid way...
With a smile on her lips, she pushed open the door and walked out of the secret room and her bedroom. As soon as she reached the corridor, she immediately felt several eyes locked on her. They were the maids and housekeepers who were responsible for monitoring and protecting her.
In addition, a fiery gaze fell on Triss's face. She looked back and found that it was Prince Edessak's friend, the equestrian instructor Talim Dumont.
The gentleman with short brown curly hair and wearing a black tweed coat walked towards Triss and stopped one meter away under the vigilant gaze of the maid beside him.
"Miss Triss, the horse you requested last time has arrived. It has a gentle disposition and is well-trained. It won't shake the beautiful lady off her horse again."
"Great, I'll have to check it out first."
The two of them talked as they gradually walked towards the stable in the corner of the manor, away from the sight of others.
"How have you considered that?"
Talim lowered his voice, his eyes fixed on the old butler who was looking over at this place from the villa door.
"I mentioned this to Edsak, and he got furious and told me to stop talking. I, I don't know what to do..."
Triss stroked the mare that Talim had brought over and answered amidst the snorting of the mare, her tone hesitant and painful.
"You know, that's the best option for both of you. As long as you're willing to leave Backlund, I can find a way!"
The equestrian instructor's scorching gaze was unbearable for Triss. She could only turn her head away and said nothing, but a hint of expectation flashed in her eyes.
Talim understood and led the horse to the back of the stable. Behind him, the new "Witch of Pleasure" had a cold smile on her face.
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Late at night, Angel was in the study summarizing the content of her conversation with Triss today, preparing to inform Laura at the right time. Although the information contained some important clues, it was not urgent, so she did not use the communication potion in advance.
Although Triss told Angel a lot of secrets in order to seek help and impress him, she found that apart from knowing the other party's hiding place, which could be reported to the Night Watchers at a critical moment, and disrupting the Witch Cult's plan by capturing or killing Triss, there was not much useful information.
The only thing that might be useful is Triss's sapphire ring, a magical item no less powerful than 0-08, and possibly even related to the "Original Witch"...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a chill in her chest, the fear of the prying spirit spreading through her body, making her feel cold.
Oh, it turns out that the magic mirror hidden in the chest has reacted...
She scratched her head, took out the magic mirror and looked at the mirror surface, and found that the dark red potion that had been applied around had seeped into the glass. The image in the area circled by them flickered, and a familiar figure appeared in it.
"Sherlock? What's the emergency?"
After seeing the person on the other side of the mirror clearly, Angel moved the magic mirror a little further away so that the other person could also see the scene on his side clearly, and then asked.
"It's not urgent, but I thought I should tell you, otherwise there might not be a chance later."
Sherlock's unhurried answer made Angel's heart tighten.
"No chance?" she blurted out, and then immediately thought of a possibility, "'Apostle of Desire'?"
"That's right."
Sherlock was hunched over awkwardly on the other side of the mirror. The surrounding environment was small and cramped, as if he was in a bathroom. After hearing Angel's words, he smiled bitterly and nodded.
"After leaving the party yesterday, I found a letter written in blood when I got home. It contained the contents mentioned by 'Eye of Wisdom', a crime forecast for November 30th. The only good news is that he mistook me for an ordinary detective and only sent a threatening letter for now, without taking any further action."
"You should have agreed to the Eye of Wisdom's commission!" Angel couldn't help but complain, "Do I need to go to your place now?"
"If that 'Apostle of Desire' had delivered the letter a few hours earlier, I would have agreed. But it's not too late now. I will accept protection as Detective Moriarty, and you will continue to stay in the dark."
Angel suddenly realized.
"So when you said 'no chance' to tell me, you meant you planned to accept the protection of an official Beyonder?"
She asked, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Yes, just as the old gentleman, Eye of Wisdom, said, I plan to report the case before the next gathering. Then, I'll contact the other detectives who received threatening letters and suggest they report the case together, accept official Beyonder surveillance and protection, and fish out the Apostle of Desire. You can accept commissions through Eye of Wisdom, operate in secret, and increase your chances of success.
"You didn't receive the threatening letter, which means that the Apostle of Desire is either unable to do anything to you, who killed the demon dog, or simply can't find your location, as you have the ability to counter divination. You can hide in the dark and resolve this incident without revealing your identity.
"Of course, there are certain risks..."
"Let's do it!"
Angel replied before Sherlock could finish.
She originally thought that the other party did not want to get involved in this matter, so after he rejected the "Eye of Wisdom", she also rejected the commission. Unexpectedly, Sherlock was not nervous at all because he did not receive a threatening letter, which made her a little amused.
"Anyway, it's best not to come to my place these few days. Perhaps an official Beyonder will soon target my home. I'm likely to be the Mechanical Heart, as I'm currently a believer in the Church of Steam."
The two exchanged some details about reporting the case and secretly staking out. Sherlock drew the triangular holy emblem on his chest, and then the follower of the Fool interrupted the image in the mirror.
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