Chapter 472 The crisis of being spied on?
"Dear Ms. Laura Swan, or should I call you, Laura Pelley?
"It's been over a month since we last met. I hope you haven't forgotten me, Erin Watson, your former collaborator. I'm writing to you to ask you three things.
"First, after the great smog, the 'Witch Cult' should have temporarily withdrawn from Backlund. I'd like to know the situation there and whether you're still investigating their collaboration with the Aurora Society and the royal family?
"Secondly, what is the current status of Sherman, whom I handed over to you? Is he ready to be promoted to 'Instigator'? If his progress is too slow due to the restrictions I have placed on him, I hope you can teach him how to quickly master the power of potions. Due to a certain oath, I cannot teach him personally.
"I think you can guess the last question: You seem to have a close relationship with the 'Immortal' Witch Katarina Pele and 'Vice Admiral of Disease' Tracy. If it's convenient, could you tell me why you're hiding this? And, whose side are you on?
"...The above is the summoning spell for my messenger. I look forward to your reply."
Putting down the pen, Angel looked at the candle swaying in the waves, paused for a moment, skillfully built a simple altar, and used a spell to summon his messenger, Ms. Wensa.
Perhaps after this adventure, the plan of making props for solidifying spells should be put on the agenda. It is too troublesome to use the altar to summon every time... Feeling the slight shaking of the cabin and watching the black cat coming out of the spirit world and landing lightly on the table, Angel thought secretly.
"I didn't expect you to own a ghost ship built in the Fourth Epoch. Next time, remember to tell it not to block my entry."
Ms. Wensa, who always picked up the mail and walked away when delivering it, spoke rarely. Her voice still couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, but it carried a hint of surprise.
Stop you from entering? But I saw that you jumped into the cabin quite easily... Angel laughed awkwardly and replied:
"I am only a guest of this ship and have no authority to command it."
I didn't even know this ship was built in the last era. Doesn't that mean the Blue Avenger has a history of more than a thousand years and is a real antique... She muttered, and her desire to own a ghost ship increased.
"Hmph, it doesn't matter. It probably won't dare to stop me next time." The black cat glanced at the letter on the table and looked at Angel with its blue eyes. "Who is this letter sent to?"
"Can you find someone with only a name but no address? Hmm, maybe the names are all fake..." Angel suddenly thought that he didn't know Laura's exact address, only the location of the safe house where they had met a few times. "Or, you can send it to someone else who has contact with the target and ask him to pass it on."
"Unless I've seen it before, you must provide an address and real name," Wensa wagged his tail. Angel actually saw a hint of disdain on his face. "Who are you sending it to? How come you don't even know their name?"
"A 'pleasure' witch from Backlund, her name is Lola Swan. She must be using a fake name, at least her last name is fake."
Angel answered honestly, having already prepared to have the courier deliver the letter to Sherman, who had a fixed address, to pass it on to Laura, but that risked it being opened and read. He wondered if Sherman would remain loyal now that he knew his old and new bosses were working against the Witch Cult.
"Backlund's 'Pleasure' witch... I understand. I should be able to find her."
Angel was stunned by the unexpected answer. She was silent for a moment and asked:
"I've never seen him before, and I don't have his address. Are you sure you're not looking for the wrong person?"
"Divination in the spirit world is very effective."
The whiskers on the black cat Wensa's mouth were almost raised to the sky, as if showing off proudly, and the same was true of its tail.
It picked up the envelope on the table, jumped out of the porthole, and as the cabin shook again, it disappeared into the spirit world.
Divination from the spirit world? But didn't Laura say she no longer used the magic mirror to communicate with the spirit world to avoid being found? Of course, now that I think about it, she might be guarding against her mother, Katarina, but how could Wensa find her through divination?
Thinking about it, Angel looked out the porthole at the dark sea and the storm that was gradually being left behind, just as Alger had said. He estimated that it should be time for dinner.
"Winsa was able to tell that this ghost ship was built during the Fourth Epoch... Could it also be a person from that era... No, a cat from that era?"
She murmured, feeling her stomach a little empty, and stood up and walked to the door, ready to go to the restaurant above for dinner.
The Blue Avenger could operate independently under the captain's command, without the need for large numbers of people working in shifts. It only carried the necessary sailors, and not even a dedicated chef. Instead, meals were prepared by Storm believers who had lived at sea for a long time. Therefore, although the ingredients were fresh and varied, the finished product had a sense of the ruggedness that came from the sea and the Church of the Storm. Angel only had one meal at noon, and he began to miss Bayam's food.
Of course, no matter how much you complain, you still have to eat.
She pushed open the door and was surprised to find "Hanged Man" Alger standing at the door, wearing a priest's robe and a funny boat hat on his head. He raised one hand as if making a fist, and was about to knock on the door.
"What's up?"
"There was some movement here just now, I came over to take a look."
When Alger was reminded by the ghost ship that there was a problem in the guest room below, he was about to sound the alarm and put the entire ship into combat mode, especially when he found that the warning was from the room where "Queen" Angel was. He also remembered the tragic situation of the two pirate warships that had "died" at her hands, and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Trying his best to keep his expression unchanged, he looked into the room and was relieved to see that it was intact and in no danger of being shattered.
Carrying this Miss Shipbreaker, I'm really under a lot of pressure... Alger took a deep breath and once again doubted whether asking this Tarot Club member for help was the right choice.
"I just summoned a messenger and sent a letter."
Angel honestly admitted that she guessed that the power that Wensa had mentioned to "stop it from entering" came from this ghost ship, and as the captain, Alger must be able to sense it. Lying would only create a rift between the two of them.
A messenger? A spirit? But my Blue Avenger blocks unknown spirits and resentful souls from entering, so a messenger shouldn't be able to get in... Alger was still full of questions, but he wisely chose not to ask any more questions. He decided to return to the captain's cabin and raise the ship's defenses to the highest level to prevent any accidents!
Even though the "Queen" and that German were both followers of Mr. Fool and worthy of a certain degree of trust, he did not want any setbacks in the process of obtaining key promotion materials.
Watching Alger's departing figure, who was heavy with worry, Angel knocked on the door of the next room and called out Klein. Together, they went to the restaurant on the upper deck.
The person on duty for dinner was a thin sailor, and compared to the pickled fish and bacon at noon, there were finally a few more dishes that looked good.
The two quickly finished their dinner of mushroom soup, ham sandwiches, and fish fillets. They looked out the window at the sea, feeling the ghost ship's speed far exceeding that of other ships. Klein suddenly lowered his voice and said,
"I felt the ship's presence prying in the afternoon, but it seemed to have no malicious intent."
Is the "Ghost Ship" spying on Captain Hanged Man?
Angel subconsciously looked around the restaurant. The sailors of this ship only needed to pretend to be busy on the deck when entering and leaving the port. They did not need to pull ropes or operate sails in the cold wind like the sailors of other ships. Therefore, after dinner, they all returned to their cabins to play cards or sleep. There was almost no one else in the restaurant except the temporary chef.
"After I summoned the messenger to send the letter this afternoon, the captain quickly discovered it. This ship must have some kind of living quality, monitoring any possible threats within."
She analyzed, and then told Klein what Wensa had mentioned about the "obstruction" and her speculation about the age of the ship.
"Since it's just the ship's own reaction, there's no need to worry about it. Our biggest secret—Mr. Fool—is already known to the Captain. As for the rest, well, I'm afraid it's best to sleep in separate rooms for the next few days..."
Klein whispered, as if he was plotting something, attracting the frequent glances of the sailor who was temporarily serving as the cook in the distance.
But he felt a little anxious in his heart. Compared to the calm and composed Angel, his secrets were far more than just "The Fool's Follower". He himself was both "The Fool" and "The World"!
The journey lasts ten days, during which a Tarot meeting must be held.
If the Hanged Man discovered me, I wouldn't be able to continue pretending to be a god anymore...
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Backlund, Queens, in a luxurious villa.
Laura, with her black curly hair casually draped over her shoulders and wearing a silk robe, was lying on the bed without any image. She was using a romance novel as a pad for the letter paper and was writing on it.
"The heart of the Devil's Throat Honey...the venom sac of the Dark Lurker..."
She copied the recipe of the "Instigator" potion from her memory onto a piece of paper, preparing to hand it over to her "Assassin" Sherman tomorrow.
Of course, she was not going to provide the ingredients for the potion. This was also part of the test. Since the other party had chosen to take a path that was not traditional to the "Witch Sect" and did not want to accumulate merits through killing in exchange for potions, then he had to do everything himself.
After writing the recipe, Laura threw the letter paper casually on the bedside. She yawned, left the warm bed, and was about to call her personal maid to prepare hot water for a bath when she suddenly felt something. She nodded her nose, opened her spiritual vision, and looked at her bedside table.
There lay a black cat more than half a meter long, holding an envelope in its mouth. Its azure eyes startled Laura.
The black cat gracefully jumped onto her pillow, spat out the envelope, glanced at the formula of "Instigator" with its round eyes, flicked its tail, turned around and jumped into the air and disappeared.
"Messenger? Its eyes..."
Laura, who also had blue eyes, stood there for a while before coming to the bed and picking up the envelope.
Being cautious, she did not open it immediately. Instead, she summoned black flames to burn it up and down, eliminating possible traps and tracking methods. Only then did she take out the letter and read it carefully.
"Katerina Pelle...Tress...Could it be that after leaving Backlund, Irene went on an adventure at sea?"
Looking at the aggressive question at the end, she smiled faintly, walked to the full-length mirror in the bedroom, and stroked the delicate skin on her face. The person in the mirror sneered, and his face became blurred. Then a silver-white mask appeared in his hand and he took it off her face.
Behind the mask is an almost identical face, but with subtle differences in features and expressions.
Now, she looks almost identical to the "ageless" witch Katarina.
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