Chapter 581 Adventures in the Mirror World
The next day, Angel packed his luggage and, with the ticket he had purchased under a false name, boarded the steam train that crossed the border from the small town of Essen in Masai to Backlund, the capital of the Kingdom of Loen.
Since the journey lasted a day and a half, she splurges on first-class travel on a long-distance train, which gives her a private room, bathroom, dining in a dedicated dining car, and even room service.
"Except for the bumpy ride, it's like being on a luxury liner..."
Sitting on the cushioned chair, Angel felt a little emotional.
As long as you are willing to spend money, you can enjoy an extraordinary travel experience in this era. Compared to being surrounded by noise in the second-class carriage and waiting in a cramped seat for a short period of movement when the train arrives at each station, spending three times the ticket price is still worth it.
Of course, in order to maintain his new "personality", Angel had to pay more for this part of the travel expenses. Otherwise, once his identity was suspected, a second-class long-distance ticket would inevitably become the most conspicuous problem.
At the same time as she was heading to Backlund, the passenger ship carrying Angelica Sage was making a brief stop at the Mid-Range Island, and then followed the safe route discovered by Emperor Roselle to the Port of Berens in West Balam on the Southern Continent, arriving at the end of her journey almost at the same time as Angel.
Soon, the Church of the Storm will learn that the "Red-haired Lady" is being repaired in Damir Port. After a simple interrogation, the Mandated Punishers will learn the whereabouts of Angelica and German from the sailors, and then they will find nothing in the port of Berens, making everything confusing again.
"As long as we spread some false information from time to time, we can keep the military and the Church of the Storm from wandering around in the Sea of Rage. They won't be able to guess that Klein and I have returned to Loen and taken refuge in Backlund, a country with a population of five million..."
The Tarot Club has two members, "The Hanged Man" and "The Hermit", who are still at sea. Plus with the connection of "Vice Admiral Iceberg" and "The Mysterious Queen", it is not difficult to release some seemingly plausible news.
Even if the Storm Church could guess that the two people with the ability of "Faceless Man" had already changed their identities, they would also think that they would hide in the southern continent where the Orthodox Church could not reach, rather than return to the headquarters of the three major churches.
This is going against the grain... Angel thought as he looked at the scenery outside the window. The train was passing through a damp swamp. As the environment became dim, the lights in the carriage made the glass windows reflect the things in front like a mirror.
With a thought, Angel pointed his finger at the glass window. The temporary "mirror" became dark and deep in the twinkling of Angel's purple eyes. Unclear layers of colors and spaces appeared inside, as if it had become a window to another world.
Now, behind the glass window is the "looking glass world".
Although she already knows that the world in the mirror is not safe and even hides certain dangers, as the witch of "despair", Angel must master this ability, otherwise the effects of her extraordinary powers enhanced by the potion will be greatly reduced.
Whether traveling through a mirror, releasing black flames and curses from a distance, divination and anti-divination, or even using a mirror to create lifelike illusions, one must rely on the power of the "mirror world".
Just like the "Puppet Master" needs the spiritual thread, the "Ghost" needs the spiritual world.
After hesitating for a moment, Angel reached his hand into this mysterious space.
In an instant, her body sitting in the chair became illusory and lost its shape, as if attracted by some force and drilled into the narrow glass window.
The scenery outside the window in front of Angel turned into a series of dark passages, which were intertwined and connected with each other, covering all directions of her up, down, left and right like a spider web. Some were connected to other "mirrors" of varying sizes at very close positions, while others led to infinity and gradually disappeared in the dim background.
Is this the "mirror world", the world that connects all mirrors?
Angel let his weightless body move along the passage, through different "spider silks", and came to a nearby wide mirror like a double door, and looked outside carefully.
She saw the steam train passing by quickly, trailing black smoke and gradually disappearing into the distance, she saw the bushes of varying heights and muddy swamps around her, and she saw the gray sky and clouds high above.
This was a puddle somewhere that reflected the surrounding environment... Angel reacted immediately, retracted his gaze, and looked in the direction he came from. As expected, he found that the narrow "door" was slowly leaving its original position and moving in another direction.
"The direction and speed of the departing train are different... Is it because the 'mirror world' is similar to the spirit world, where directions and distances don't correspond to the real world?"
She had some realization and was not in a hurry to return to the carriage. Instead, she explored the spider web of various mirrors and passages nearby and soon figured out the general method of movement.
"Each visible 'door' corresponds to a mirror in the real world. The length of the passage doesn't represent the actual distance, but it contains certain special patterns, and the spirit will also provide certain clues... After adapting, you can shuttle between different mirrors at a speed a hundred times faster than in reality. You can even observe the outside world without leaving the 'mirror world', which is equivalent to 'spying' without exposing yourself..."
While summarizing in his mind, Angel moved lightly between different passages, and always made sure that the passage connected to the steam train did not leave his sight. He soon exhausted his curiosity and prepared to return along the original route.
Suddenly, a unique "mirror" appeared in the densely packed passage in front of Angel. Compared to the other gray mirrors, this one was colorful, with oil painting-like color blocks constantly surging inside.
As she floated forward, she had no time to react and plunged into the block of color. The hazy and dark "mirror world" in front of her eyes immediately became colorful, with large and small blocks of color constantly moving, and some spiritual creatures flying by quickly among them.
Spirit world?
Angel's heart tightened. She looked back at where she came from and found that the "door" that suddenly appeared had disappeared without a trace.
He actually entered the spirit world on his own without Mr. Azik's help?
Compared to the "mirror world" without gravity, where one can float freely, the spiritual world has a clear "up" and "down" direction relationship. Angel, who cannot travel through the spiritual world, immediately felt a strong sense of weightlessness and fell involuntarily into the dark space below. The seven-colored interwoven light bands above were getting farther and farther away.
"Oh no, I need to go back to the 'Mirror World' immediately..."
Angel reached for the magic mirror in his arms without hesitation, and used the same method as before to open the "mirror" that could only barely pass through one hand, and the whole person became illusory again.
A moment later, Angel, covered in cold sweat, emerged from his own separate room, still sitting on the chair by the window. Outside the glass window in front of him, the swamp was slowly disappearing, and the vast green meadow was filled with the breath of spring under the sun.
Only the remaining overlapping blocks of color in front of his eyes and the still cold touch of the magic mirror in his arms made the experience just now seem extremely real.
"No wonder even Mr. Fool warned me that the mirror world isn't safe... What suddenly appeared just now was just a passage to the spirit world. If it were somewhere more dangerous, like underground, at the bottom of the ocean, or even in a church of the True God..."
Angel muttered, looking at the glass window beside him with some fear.
Of course, this trip was not completely fruitless. She had initially mastered the method of traveling through the "mirror world", at least for short trips. She could even use different mirrors to spy on others and cast curses.
Most importantly, she discovered that the "magic mirror" that uses blood to strengthen connections can open up a space that belongs to her alone, but is also one-way connected to the world in the mirror.
This allowed her to escape from the spirit world and return to the mirror world, and...
Placing the magic mirror on the table, Angel pulled out the revolver that was tied to her leg with a strap under her long skirt. With one hand, Angel stroked the mirror to open the passage to her own "mirror world", and with the other hand, he pressed the revolver against the mirror.
Just as it had entered the mirror just now, the revolver quickly disappeared from the real world.
After being promoted to Sequence 4, Angel no longer had much need for weapons without extraordinary powers. Carrying a pistol with him was purely out of habit. It was just the right time to use it to test the reliability of the "mirror world". Even if it was accidentally lost or could not be retrieved from the mirror, the loss would not be too great.
"If I succeed, I'll have an extra 'space' of my own. I won't have to carry all my valuables with me, and I won't have to constantly trouble Mr. Fool for sacrifices..."
She put away the magic mirror with anticipation, prepared to leave the room and go to the dining car to take a look.
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With the Air Pollution Investigation Committee officially commencing its work and the successive enactment of environmental protection laws following the Great Smog, the smog that had been covering Backlund year-round had finally become much thinner.
In the afternoon sunshine of the East District, Sherman, wearing a cloak and with his brown hair neatly combed, walked out of the two-story building with a satisfied look and a faint smile on his face. Behind him, in the window on the second floor, two girls were secretly looking at his back.
It was not until he returned to the apartment next door and was cut off from the sight behind him that Sherman sighed softly, locked the door, and the smile on his face disappeared, his expression becoming indifferent.
He quickened his pace, walked up the stairs to the second floor, returned to his bedroom, took out the revolvers, daggers and other weapons hidden in various places on his body, maintained them a little, and put them back to their original places one by one.
As he concentrated on the work at hand, a half-length mirror behind him fully reflected his back. His thin figure, which seemed taller due to his concentration, kept swaying in the candlelight, as if the scene in the water was disturbed by ripples.
Suddenly, the figure stopped moving and became fixed.
Next to the half-length mirror, a slender figure wearing a hood gradually took shape.
Sherman, who was sitting at the table, seemed to sense something and paused in his movements, but his intuition told him that he was safe at the moment, so he did not react further. Instead, he put the wiped dagger into the scabbard on his thigh, picked up the brass bullets one by one, and stuffed them into the cylinder of the revolver.
"If you trust your spiritual intuition too much, you will eventually fall into its trap."
A soft female voice sounded behind him, causing Sherman to suddenly close the magazine, roll away from the spot, and aim his gun in the direction of the sound.
"Miss Irene?"
In a flash, he recognized the woman behind him and his tense limbs slowly relaxed.
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