Chapter 292 Report to the Fool
During the Tingen City tragedy, Mr. C of the Aurora Society appeared in the North District's central park at the same time as a certain Witch of Pleasure. During the subsequent review, she guessed that there might be close cooperation between the two secret organizations. This was not a business transaction of human trafficking, but a more in-depth and close cooperation in jointly planning some famous conspiracies.
And what about Ince Zangwill?
According to the Witch of Pleasure named "Mitis" who died in Tingen City, the defected Archbishop Zangwill had included her in his scheme, perhaps to allow them to remain in the open while he waited in the dark for an opportunity to seize the Saint's ashes. Perhaps Mr. C and Mitis were simply pawns of the cult's higher-ups, their "executors" unaware of the overall plan and merely doing the dirty work...
But no matter what, Ince Zangwill should have a certain degree of cooperation with the Witch Cult and the Aurora Society.
So, is the three-party cooperation still continuing in Backlund?
Angel didn't think she, having just been promoted to Sequence 6, had the strength to seek revenge on a high-sequence expert who had likely switched paths and been promoted to Sequence 4, especially since the other party also possessed a Level 0 Sealed Artifact. However, if she could learn of the other party's whereabouts within the Witch Cult, she wouldn't mind writing a letter of denunciation, or even chanting the Goddess's name while holding the secret holy emblem, asking the Goddess to teach this defector a profound lesson.
Of course, these thoughts were not revealed on the surface. She simply dealt with Severia's inquiries calmly, subtly probing the Witch Cult's next plan of action. Unfortunately, Severia was not interested in discussing these matters and quickly shifted the topic to a royal ball in mid-November. It was the last social event for Backlund's upper class before the New Year's Ball. Although the Baroness was not of prominent status, she had a certain ambiguous reputation and was also invited.
"You will go with me then."
As if stating a fact, Sylvia said calmly. When Angel raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, she added:
“The cost of purchasing clothing can be reimbursed.”
Angel immediately showed a relieved smile. Under his careful teaching, this middle-level cadre of the Witch Sect finally had the same advantages as the organizational structure of the Orthodox Church.
As for the ball itself, she was indifferent. After all, with her appearance under the influence of the Ring of Madness, she would not attract anyone's attention.
But for some reason, this Witch of Pleasure always tried to persuade her to join Backlund's upper class. Angel even suspected that when the sect's demigod, "Lady Despair," left Backlund, Sylvia had already thought about leaving the Witch Cult and "living a peaceful life," so she began to patiently cultivate her own small circle of aristocrats.
Of course, these were just dark speculations. Just as her blood was left on Severia's hands, the other party must also have a handle on her that was held by the higher-ups of the witch sect. Apart from using the Baroness's identity and property to squander and enjoy, there was no chance for her to go any further.
After enjoying the Baron's pastries without any guilt, Angel was about to leave when Sylvia suddenly stood up from the sofa and said:
"By the way, keep an eye out lately. Have your assassin investigate the East District to see if there's a group dedicated to the Fool operating in secret. They might also be followers of the Yellow and Black King or the Mysterious Lord Above the Gray Mist. If you find any leads, report directly to me."
Angel had just stood up and turned around, with half a shortbread biscuit still in his mouth. Upon hearing the "Fool"'s honorific name, he subconsciously hummed, then tried his best to straighten his expression, straighten his neck naturally, and look at Sylvia.
"Fool?"
She blinked and asked back in confusion.
"Yes, they might be a newly emerged evil sect that has committed many serious crimes in Backlund, but they don't have much to do with us. Just keep an eye on them."
As if issuing an insignificant task, Sylvia yawned after she finished speaking. It seemed that she had just returned from a noble's house late at night last night.
You are an evil sect, and you have the nerve to call Mr. Fool's Tarot Club a cult?
Angel complained in his heart, pretended not to care, nodded, and quickly left Severia's house.
She wants to report it to Mr. Fool!
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After hurriedly returning home from the Cragg Club in Hillston District, Klein took off his windbreaker and top hat and hung them on the coat rack by the door. He quickly went to the bedroom on the second floor, skillfully took four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog space.
Receiving prayers from two ladies in succession made him think that something important had happened. After listening to the "messages" from Angel and Miss Magician in turn, he first breathed a sigh of relief, but then frowned.
"Both the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult are searching for followers of The Fool? Mr. A from the Aurora Society has even gotten close to the Tarot Club? No, their target should be The Fool himself, that is, me. They even know my name..."
He tapped the bronze tabletop with his right hand, causing the low knocks to echo throughout the fog-shrouded palace. His mind recalled his every move since arriving in Backlund, eliminating the possibility of his identity being exposed one by one.
Soon, Klein's frown relaxed.
"At least my identity hasn't been exposed. Otherwise, given the style of the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult, they would have come directly to my house to read my water meter... no, to collect the coins from my gas meter. Judging from their current actions, they probably just knew my name and confirmed that I have followers in Backlund."
Then he smiled calmly.
"My believers? My believers are me. Sherlock is Klein, and Zhou Mingrui. They want to start with my believers and follow the clues to find the real cause, but where can I find the clues?"
"But this doesn't seem to be something worth being happy about..."
After a moment of loss, Klein began to evaluate the cause of this incident and the response strategy.
"The person who leaked the information is most likely Mr. 'Sun.' In Silver City, he chanted my honorific name under the supervision of the elders. One of the elders has already confirmed that it is related to the 'True Creator.' If she knows, it means the True Creator knows. Through this, He confirmed that my 'believers' are in Backlund. The Witch Cult has close cooperation with the Aurora Society, so are they also helping to find the 'Fool'?"
"The Tarot card incident might be related to Ms. D, who was killed by Angel. The Aurora Society has somehow confirmed this, but judging by Mr. A's actions in issuing the mission, they haven't yet connected the two..."
"Perhaps reporting him is a good idea, but Mr. A openly proposed searching for the Fool at the party. Perhaps he was trying to trick the Fool followers among the party members, or maybe he himself was bait. Once I report it and the authorities destroy that place, the Aurora Society will be able to confirm the channel of the leak, capture Miss Magician, and even find Angel's whereabouts!"
Thinking of this, he immediately gave up the idea of reporting it, at least not in the short term.
"Anyway, they can't find any 'Followers of the Fool'. In the eyes of the Tarot Society, my followers are powerful and my followers are endless, but who could have known that the Fool is just a commander without troops?"
He sneered, sat up straight, and responded in a low voice:
"Don't worry about it."
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"Don't worry..."
Angel said this with an apologetic tone, causing the coachman to look surprised. He was just about to apologize to the passenger for the broken axle of the carriage wheel, but he received a sincere apology from the passenger and a lot of extra fare, and he didn't know how to respond.
"From now on, I can't carry this 'good luck'... no, 'bad luck' pistol with me when I go out. But if I don't carry it with me, what's the point of spending 3,500 pounds on it? And according to Kavi, I should accumulate bad luck in my daily life so that it can play the greatest role in battle..."
Angel struggled with his thoughts, left the carriage, and walked the last stretch of the journey. He arrived at the entrance of Backlund Technical College, where a giant steam locomotive was placed. He found Benny, the teacher he had commissioned to translate the Ancient Feysac portion of the Book of Secrets, and after paying the balance of 15 pounds, he received the manuscript translated into Loenese.
"Thank you, Mr. Benny. We may have the opportunity to continue our cooperation in the future."
She said this politely, but in her heart she was thinking that she would have to find another teacher to translate in the future to avoid repeatedly using the same translator and causing the other party to doubt the content.
At this moment, a gray mist appeared in front of Angel, and then a low voice came from his ear:
"Don't worry about it."
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