Chapter 358 Actions on Both Sides
Ignoring the burning sensation that came and went quickly, Angel opened the door calmly and walked straight into the basement in the dark.
She didn't know whether Sylvia's "call" was urgent, so she didn't rush to the West District immediately. Instead, she planned to make all the preparations first, bring the necessary magical items, pray for Mr. Fool's blessing, and then go to the appointment. If she could get a good night's sleep before that, she would not hesitate to praise this witch of joy.
Of course, if the curses continued one after another, it meant that the other party wanted to arrive as soon as possible, so she would make other arrangements.
Fortunately, after Angel took out and sorted out all the Storm Gathering Bullets he had made these days and placed each magical item on the table, the second curse did not come.
"Then I can go back the next morning..."
She murmured, looking at the items on the table, which would be an important guarantee for her survival the next day.
"Good Luck" revolver, equipped with special homemade bullets;
The "Sun Brooch" just received from Sherlock, his own "Rose Necklace" and "Frenzy Ring";
Secret Holy Symbol;
The extraordinary properties of the "Faceless Man";
Finally, there is the “magic pocket watch” brought from Tingen.
Aside from the pocket watch and the secret holy emblem, the rest were all acquired during her months in Backlund. Although she had been living a tight life in the big city during this time, she knew that this set of magical items surpassed the total number of seals possessed by an entire official Beyonder team in many secondary dioceses, and could be considered a luxurious configuration.
Unfortunately, the enemies she will face are not something that an ordinary team can handle...
With a sigh, Angel picked up the "Faceless Man" feature and began to prepare for tomorrow's meeting.
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Early the next morning, Angel, who had not yet caught up on his sleep, woke up with waves of burning sensation.
She took out the hair substitute she carried with her, which was almost burned to ashes by a slight curse. She knew that Sylvia was getting impatient.
After quickly washing up, Angel took the magical items with him, checked his wand and magic mirror, put the bullets, pistol and talismans in convenient places, and then set up a simple altar and offered a prayer to Mr. Fool.
As the secret ceremony took effect, an "angel" with twelve pairs of black wings on its back combined with Angel's spiritual body in the crimson light. Layers of black wings wrapped around her and then merged into her body.
This "hug" was particularly warm.
"Praise Mr. Fool!"
Angel expressed his sincere gratitude, then packed up the altar and left his home.
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"I thought you would come last night, and even prepared a room for you to stay overnight. I didn't expect you to dare to delay until this morning?"
In Baron Langdon's mansion, Angel met the somewhat angry Witch of Pleasure Sylvia, who had changed into a neutral casual outfit. Unlike her usual seductive look, she looked somewhat heroic, which reminded Angel of Lady Sharon who broke into the Night Watchers' base to assassinate.
"I thought if you cursed me one more time, I would come right here, but you didn't do it until this morning."
Angel explained with a smile.
"You mean, I'm actually the one at fault?"
Surprised that Angel dared to refute directly, Sylvia raised an eyebrow, but did not continue to dwell on the topic. Instead, she took her to the back door of the mansion and got into a small unmarked carriage.
Angel discovered that the driver was not the coachman from the Baron's Mansion, but a man wearing a hooded cloak. She guessed that he was also a member of the Witch Sect, a peripheral member like Sherman.
When the carriage started moving, Sylvia pulled up the curtains on both sides, plunging the carriage into darkness. Then she stared at Angel and said softly:
"I believe you have guessed why I summoned you here?"
"Ms. Despair has returned to Backlund?"
Angel already knew it, but he still pretended to be a little nervous and asked carefully.
"It seems you have the wisdom to handle such a big matter." Sylvia's voice was filled with an inexplicable emotion, perhaps because Angel hadn't arrived in time last night. "Once you meet that lady, I believe you'll know what to say and what not to say."
Does "shouldn't say" mean using public power for personal gain, taking advantage of the opportunity to investigate the goals of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee to let one's own industry take advantage, or happily hanging out at aristocratic dinners, often even disappearing for several days?
Angel grumbled inwardly and nodded to show that he understood.
Seeing Sylvia leaning back in satisfaction, as if ready to close her eyes and rest, she couldn't help but ask:
"So, where will we meet?"
"Relax, we still have a long way to go. We will go to the eastern suburbs of Backlund."
Sylvia narrowed her eyes and spoke slowly.
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"My apologies, Your Highness. After many days of visiting, divination, and communicating with the spirit world, I haven't found any other possible explanations besides heart disease. Perhaps Talim truly died of a sudden illness, rather than... some unknown cause."
Klein spoke in a deliberately slow tone. Arriving at the Red Rose Manor in the western suburbs, he deliberately put on a wrinkled shirt and a dusty coat. He also used the Faceless Man's ability to dry out his skin, give himself a messy beard, and even create a pair of dark circles under his eyes, transforming himself into a pathetic detective who stayed up late every day but had no clue about the case at hand.
Prince Edessac Augustus before him, however, possessed a completely different aura. His hair was meticulously groomed, and he wore a well-tailored shirt and a light yellow vest. His collar pins, cufflinks, and other small accessories looked insignificant, but any one of them could buy the equivalent of several sets of Klein's clothing.
But his expression was somewhat sullen, his round face serious. He withdrew his gaze from the golf course outside the French window and looked at the detective beside him. He was then stunned, as if he had just realized how haggard and helpless the detective was.
"I understand," he said calmly, apologetically. "It's really too much for you. I'll let someone else take over the case. Please write me a report as soon as possible with everything you know, and then this commission will be completed."
"OK."
Crane breathed a sigh of relief. The prince finally let this powerless detective go and stopped trying to get him involved in the royal family's infighting.
"I've brought the report. I have the habit of summarizing while investigating."
As he continued speaking, he took out a folded paper from his windbreaker and handed it to Prince Edessac. The latter took it, glanced at it casually, and handed it to the attendant beside him, and then instructed:
"Finkel, send a carriage to take Detective Moriarty back to the city." He looked at the old butler in the corner, and after he nodded, he looked back at Klein. "Moriarty, if you have any new clues, you can come to the manor to find me anytime."
I still want to live a few more years, and you haven't even gotten rid of suspicion yet... Klein forced a smile and nodded in agreement. He then followed the old butler Finkel out of the room, returned to the manor entrance, and retrieved his weapon.
A few minutes later, a carriage drove out of the vast lawn in front of the manor. Klein stood by the window, staring blankly at the receding buildings. He then smiled self-deprecatingly and closed the curtains.
"The matter is now resolved. Whether the prince seeks help from someone else or gives up is none of my business. It's a pity for Talim. I'm afraid the real cause of his death is..."
He lowered his head and thought, when suddenly an inspiration came to him and he looked towards the car door vigilantly.
With a "click", the car door opened and closed quickly, as if a breeze blew into the stuffy car.
Before Klein could even grip the gun handle, a figure appeared in the car seat opposite him. She was wearing a complicated, old-fashioned black dress, but her face looked as if she had just reached adulthood. Her round face wasn't perfectly composed, but it concealed a gentle and sweet temperament, a natural allure that made people unable to help but observe her closely.
"Triss?"
He immediately recognized the Witch of Pleasure who he had just discussed with Angel yesterday and who had nearly killed him in Tingen, and his eyes subconsciously glanced towards her left hand.
On the little finger of her left hand, she wore the sapphire ring that she had seen in divination.
"You really do know me! A Beyonder detective couldn't possibly not be interested in a wanted criminal like me..." Triss, instantly recognized, wasn't surprised, but delighted. The corners of her mouth curled up in a delighted smile. "That's easy. When you return to the city, immediately find the Mandated Punisher, the Nighthawk, or the Mechanical Heart. Tell them I killed Talim and that I committed a murder in Tingen. Have them arrest me, now!"
"The bounty on my head is already in the four figures. It will all belong to you. If you like, I don't mind letting you experience the ultimate pleasure before I take you away..."
...This guy is just like Angel said, he has gone completely crazy!
This thought couldn't help but pop up in Klein's mind.
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