Chapter 295 Meeting at the Dockyard
Seeing this anonymous letter, Angel almost turned around and wanted to leave. This scene triggered her unbearable memory of receiving a letter from Mrs. Sharon in Tingen City and packing up her belongings to run away.
"Huh, Madam Sharon has died in my hands."
The memories of the first few days after "traveling through time" here were too profound. Angel comforted his wounded heart, bent down to pick up the envelope, locked the door, sat down at the table, opened the envelope, spread out the letter and read it carefully.
To her surprise, the letter was sent by another Witch of Joy. Fortunately, it wasn't the one from Tingen, but Ms. Laura Swan, whom she met in Backlund and who harbored an inexplicable hostility towards the Witch Cult.
She had tried to research this surname, but as a family with a long history, the Swan family had branched out over the years and had many branches in Backlund with varying degrees of nobility and status, so she had never found anything.
The letter simply contained an address and an invitation to a meeting tonight, but the fact that it was slipped into her safe house in the East District undoubtedly conveyed a more threatening meaning.
The address was located in the dock area, which was obviously not the real residence of this noble lady. Perhaps it was a safe house rented like Angel.
"But how did she find out where I live? Even if I ignore her words about 'no more divination,' it won't work on me," Angel analyzed, stroking the secret holy symbol on his wrist. "Or did she directly track my movements? But after the Dominican Federation warned me, I took all the necessary anti-tracking measures, even changing safe houses...
"Looks like I can't live here anymore. I have to look for a new place to live tomorrow. Luckily, I pay rent on a biweekly basis, so I won't lose too much..."
After hesitating for a moment, Angel decided to go to the dock area tonight to keep the appointment. At least he had to find out how the other party discovered his safe house, so as to prevent his last residence from being discovered by the other party in the same way, which would cause great losses.
However, before going, you must be fully prepared, whether it is fighting or escaping...
Angel packed up the valuables in the safe house, took a look at the place she had used for more than a month, and left without looking back.
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At night, Angel, fully armed, came to a street near the Tussock River in the dock area.
During this time, she had already discovered some patterns in the bad luck that came with carrying a "good luck" revolver. For example, it wouldn't happen multiple times in a short period of time, and the bad luck usually came in the form of bad luck affecting those around her, which then affected her...
She hired a carriage to take her back and forth twice, and only got off the carriage with satisfaction after accidentally slipping and hitting a lamppost on the side of the road. She compensated the driver and walked to the meeting place.
In this way, something too unlucky will not happen again in a short period of time.
In front of a plain-looking three-story riverside house, she followed the instructions in the letter, knocking on the wooden door repeatedly, long and short, until her knuckles ached. The door slowly opened, and a deep voice said:
"Come in."
Following the man in a cloak with only the lower half of his face exposed, Angel came to the second floor and met Laura Swan, the Witch of Pleasure, in a room with sealed windows.
She was not dressed up as she usually was when meeting at the Divination Club, but was wearing a simple hooded robe, revealing only her fair hands and cheeks.
The room was very simply furnished, with almost no furniture except for tables, chairs, and gas lamps. Compared to Angel's safe house, which was not big but where he often lived, it was more like a residence in the slums.
"I thought it was just my meeting with you."
Angel looked at the hooded man who walked straight up behind Lola and sat on the other side of the square table, smiling.
"He is also my ally. Like you and I, we have come together to fight against the Witch Cult."
Laura folded her hands on her knees, naturally exuding an alluring temperament.
"Deal with the Witch Cult? I never promised that. And aren't you afraid that I'll tell my superiors when I get back and have the Witch Cult deal with you?"
"I believe you won't. After all, even if you don't have any deep hatred with them, you still have some secrets that you don't want to reveal, right, Miss Pleasure Witch?"
"Pleasure Witch? Are you introducing yourself?"
Angel raised his eyebrows, lowered his legs, changed his sitting position and asked back, his left hand seemingly unintentionally lowered, already grasping the small pocket watch hanging in his palm.
"You thought your disguise was flawless, but I saw through it long ago," Laura smiled sweetly, a hint of amusement in her lake-blue eyes. "After advancing to Sequence 6, your demeanor and movements have subtly changed. It might be difficult to detect through other means, but as a fellow Pleasure Witch, the difference is noticeable."
"Of course, based on this alone, even your superiors shouldn't have any doubts. After all, after promotion, having a more outstanding appearance is the most basic of all. But I possess a magical item that can determine the degree of malicious intent of the person in front of me and the extent of the threat they pose to me. During our meeting after I told you the potion formula, when you asked how to play 'Joy', I was certain that you had been promoted to Sequence 6."
"Then, Miss Witch, can you let me see your true face?"
The witch of joy leaned forward with her hands on her sides, her face showing undisguised anticipation. This girlish posture made Angel feel reluctant to refuse.
After a moment of silence, she loosened her grip on the magic pocket watch and took off the "Ring of Madness" from her finger.
Through the image reflected in Laura's lake blue eyes that were very close to him, Angel could see that his long black hair had instantly turned gray, his round freckled face had narrowed, his chin had an elegant curve, his lips were delicate and his nose was straight, with a hint of maturity, but his emerald green eyes revealed a hint of shyness. The two contradictory styles blended together were extremely harmonious.
Laura looked at the "Ring of Madness" in Angel's hand, then returned to her face that was no longer covered by the magical item, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Now you look like a normal Sequence 6. You looked like that before, I almost thought you were disfigured before becoming a witch."
"Oh."
The middle-aged man behind her chuckled, seemingly amused by the not-so-funny joke.
"Now it's my turn to ask questions," Angel ignored his provocative laughter and stared at Laura. "How did you find my safe house, and why did you leave that letter?"
Before Laura could speak, the middle-aged man sneered again and said in a low voice:
"You call that a safe house? I always go in the same direction when I return from the Divination Club. Although I have good anti-tracking awareness and know how to backtrack, change transportation, pass through crowded areas, and even regularly change the location of the safe house, there is always a day when I am careless."
Angel glanced at him. "Hunter?"
The man's breath stagnated.
"Haha, Vincent's tone was a bit harsh, but he was indeed the one who tracked you down. To show our sincerity, we didn't further search for your real residence. If we didn't need to find you for something, we wouldn't have used this method to notify you."
Laura said with a chuckle, slightly easing the tense atmosphere in the room.
"Besides, I also guessed that you would probably not go to the club to perform after your promotion, so I prepared to use a new method of contact so that we can keep in touch regularly."
Did she think I was just putting on a show at the club? No, I was earning back my 15 pound membership fee!
Angel complained inwardly, his expression unchanged as he slowly nodded: "Then how are you going to contact me in the future?"
The Witch of Joy fumbled under her robe and pulled out a small glass bottle filled with a dark red viscous liquid, which was somewhat similar to the potion Angel had mixed with blood, but mixed with some grayish-white powder inside, which flickered under the gaslight.
"This is a potion for communication. It uses ritual magic to establish a connection with me. Apply it around the mirror to form a complete, closed circle. Then you can communicate with me through the mirror."
"How do I know this isn't some kind of ritual used to locate, or even summon, an evil being?"
Looking at the bottle of strange potion, Angel did not reach out to take it.
"I will teach you how to make it later, including some tips on how to use other Beyonder abilities. You're already Sequence 6, so it's time to learn how to develop new abilities on your own instead of relying on the knowledge in potions."
With a charming chuckle, Laura placed the bottle on the table.
"But first, you need to listen to my request and the possibility of our cooperation."
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