Chapter 215 The taste of a witch?
"Mr. World, the Miss Queen you're looking for has appeared. She even killed Lanevus, the fraudster who killed you and your captain in Tingen, in Backlund. This is revenge for you."
"Really? She died in Tingen City, so why did she appear in Backlund?"
"Perhaps she is like you, resurrected from the dead, seeking revenge. Perhaps her potion sequence has some mysterious secrets. It is up to you to discover."
"I tried divination, but received no results, and there's no sign of counter-divination, just like what 0-08 arranged in Tingen City. Given this situation, even if I find her, I can't recognize her for the time being to avoid alerting Ince Zangwill."
"The gray fog barrier is effective against 0-08. Perhaps you can take advantage of this."
"Yes, I thought so too."
After conversing with The World, Klein the Fool beamed and extended a party invitation to The Sun, preparing for a new week of Tarot Club.
For some reason, the location of Angel's crimson star remained pitch black. Klein originally thought it was due to her death, but now it seemed there was another reason.
But there is hope and everything will be fine.
As 3 o'clock arrived, crimson rays of light rose up, and one by one the members of the Tarot Club came into the palace and sat down at the bronze table.
Justice Audrey greeted everyone cheerfully, then turned to the Fool.
"Mr. Fool, the task you assigned to me has been completed."
She wasn't sure whether the Fool was willing to disclose the matter of the "Queen", so she didn't mention her.
"I already know."
Klein answered casually, then sighed and said as if talking to himself:
"In this era of rapid industrial development, in Backlund, in the East District and the factory district, human lives are being fed into gigantic machines, lubricating their gears and emitting death wails. This is truly a breeding ground for the advent of evil gods."
His tone sounded like an ancient god lamenting the rapidly changing world.
As expected, the members of the Tarot Club looked at each other in bewilderment. The Hanged Man had a puzzled expression, seemingly unable to understand why a simple commission would involve the advent of the Evil God. Although Sun had no idea where Backlund was, or how many innocent people died every day in this city of millions, he was well aware of the horror of the "Evil God."
Audrey was thus certain of her own suspicions. Mr. Fool's commission, while seemingly simple, actually concealed a divinely-level game.
Lanevus exploited his limited divine power, attempting to take advantage of the dire conditions of the docks and factory districts, using them as a breeding ground to breed the "True Creator" and create a devastating divine advent. Mr. Fool, however, used the Tarot Club's connections to locate Lanevus's hiding place. He publicly notified the Church of the True Gods to pursue him, but in reality, he secretly arranged for Miss "Queen" to kill him, thus thwarting the conspiracy and saving all of Backlund.
And I also mobilized Xio and Fors to discover Lanevus's whereabouts and report it to Mr. Fool, playing a crucial role!
Just as she was lost in her own imagination, Mr. World, who was standing opposite the Fool, chuckled and said:
"Child laborers who die in their teens, workers in the harsh conditions of chemical plants who don't live past thirty, the elderly who are exhausted from overwork and left on the streets after being fired—aren't these the perfect breeding grounds for evil gods?"
"In the East District, there's a saying that the grandparents of the residents living there are definitely outsiders, without exception. Poverty and hunger have made their children very weak, making it difficult for them to adapt to hard work. They quickly wither away in Backlund, and it's impossible for them to leave behind a third generation."
Audrey, who was delighted to have participated in the battle between the gods, was deeply shocked by Mr. World's words.
She had read about the hardships of life for East District residents in newspapers and magazines, carefully read those "in-depth investigations", and generously donated to various labor associations and workers' housing improvement organizations at charity dinners, but she never knew that the simple word "hardship" had such a heavy burden behind it.
I have to do something!
A strong urge surged within her, wanting to learn more about the true conditions of the East District, the docks, and the factories. She wanted to persuade her father and brothers to raise funds, and she wanted to use her "audience" ability to secretly influence the nobles and wealthy businessmen she knew to improve the situation in Backlund, and even the entire country.
Otherwise, Mr. Fool saved Backlund this time, but what about next time?
Justice clenched her fists, her resolve firm. She bowed to Mr. Fool and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fool. You saved Backlund this time and helped me understand the root of the problem." She turned to the other side of the world and said, "Thank you, Mr. World. You helped me understand that this city, this kingdom, is not as glamorous as it appears."
Klein, the Fool, who sat at the head of the long table, smiled faintly behind the gray mist that concealed his features, and withdrew his gaze from Miss Justice with satisfaction.
He and the "world" he controlled sang the same tune, telling the naive but justice-minded Miss "Justice" the true situation in the East District. He wanted to use her influence to try to improve the current situation in those poor areas, and even promote changes in the kingdom and promote the construction of relevant laws.
Looking at Zhengyi's thoughtful movements, this goal should have been achieved.
He looked at the Hanged Man who still owed him a page of diary, rubbed his hands inwardly, and prepared to enjoy his reading time today.
The Hanged Man quickly materialized the diary page. Klein took it from him and looked down. The other Tarot Club members averted their gazes and lowered their heads to wait.
The first diary entry was about Emperor Roselle lamenting how high-sequence items easily attracted low-sequence Beyonders from the same path. This reminded Klein of how he often encountered Beyonders from the Secret Order or the Diviner Path in Tingen and Backlund. The same was true for Angel. As a Witch Path, most of the Beyonders she encountered and killed were from the Witch Cult.
"Is this the attraction between Beyonder characteristics? But Russell was talking about high-sequence items, not people." He kept his head still, his eyes glancing at the gray mist beside him, thinking, "Could it be that it's not me who attracts them, but this gray mist space I own?"
Unfortunately, there were no more clues. He could only keep this rule of "Extraordinary Characteristics attract each other" in mind and look forward to the next diary entry.
"January 16th, the witch tastes really good."
Although the Hanged Man only submitted one page of his diary, The Fool took an unusually long time to read it today.
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"This lady's lover betrayed her."
Angel silently recited the divination words seven times, opened his eyes, and looked at the citrine pendant on his left hand.
The pendant was pulling the silver chain and rotating counterclockwise very slowly.
Not cheating yet, but there is some possibility?
Looking up at the young woman sitting opposite him with an expectant look on her face, Angel hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
"The pendulum isn't swinging much, which means your lover hasn't betrayed you yet. If you respond proactively, you should be able to save this relationship."
She originally wanted to play the witch role and break up the couple, but in the end she couldn't bring herself to do it.
In this situation, once the woman tells her partner that he has cheated on her, and she goes back to confront him, regardless of whether he has really betrayed his lover or not, the ending of this love relationship will probably not be very good.
After seeing off the woman whose mood had improved, Angel reluctantly took out yesterday's newspaper and began to read.
She hadn't expected that most of the customers she met at Backlund's fortune-telling club were there to get their love fortunes told. Was there nothing else to do in this city?
Maybe if I open a detective agency here, I'll often receive commissions to catch cheating.
This is Backlund!
Opening the Tussock Times, Angel discovered that there was new progress in the bombing on Dharavi Street in the East District a few days ago.
In the gas explosion that killed four people and injured over twenty, witnesses saw a woman fighting with a large man, before both men jumped into a sewer to escape. Many survivors reported hearing a gas leak before the explosion, suggesting arson was likely the cause, with the woman who escaped being the suspect.
Well, that’s me…
Angel closed the newspaper and felt the potion digesting further within him.
This made her confirm once again the "acting-witnessing-feedback" method of potion digestion. The final "feedback" stage promoted digestion even more than the other stages combined.
I'm afraid that if she has one or two more such opportunities, she will be able to completely digest the "witch" potion.
"If you continue like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to digest the witch potion in a few years."
Ms. Lola said with a smile as she pushed the door open.
She was still dressed in the same black wide-brimmed hat and Loon-style long skirt, but the "bodyguard" outside the door seemed to be a different person.
"You're not even willing to trick a few ladies into falling in love. I wonder how you managed to digest the 'Assassin' and 'Instigator' potions."
Sitting across from Angel's fortune-telling table, Laura took off her hat, blinked her lake-blue eyes, and smiled.
I'm actually not sure how I played the assassin and instigator, after all, I only did a small part...
Angel complained inwardly, then forced a smile and asked:
"Why are you here today? You changed your bodyguards again. Do you want me to tell your fortune?"
"I'm just passing by here and want to see the younger generation."
Laura covered her mouth and chuckled, exuding her feminine charm intentionally or unintentionally, making Angel look away uncomfortably.
She didn't believe that the other party was just passing by. Maybe he was testing her, or maybe he was a monitor arranged by the Witch Cult.
That’s right…
"I've already joined the Witch Cult. Didn't you say last time that you escaped from the Witch Cult? Aren't you afraid that I'll betray you?"
She said in mock viciousness.
But Lola seemed to have known this for a long time and still smiled without any surprise.
This is the last ripple of the 3K beast...
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