Back on the ground, Angel quickened his pace and left Black Thorn Security as if he were running away.

The biggest reason was, of course, Dunn Smith's scrutinizing gaze in the basement, and it was then that Angel realized that he probably hadn't gained the trust of the night watchmen.

No, it should be said that she was almost certainly distrusted, and it would be strange if the night watchman, who was armed by the Church and specialized in dealing with the crimes of the Extraordinary, believed in accepting an unofficial Extraordinary so easily.

Identity review, various assessments, and being monitored, this is the problem I should face, instead of being taken back to protect and monitor like a suspect on the first day, and signing a contract the next day to join the company.

Even generously provide materials to allow yourself to run out of spirit every day to make ammunition to turn in?

If this is just to stabilize yourself and avoid escaping, then it all makes sense.

Angel believed that the letter or telegram requesting an investigation into her identity must have reached the night watchman or police station in Beckland, the capital of the Kingdom of Rune, wondering how efficient the public service was in this era, or who was faster than Hagrid, who sold a fake identity with Wild Heart.

Although Mrs. Sharon is dead, no one knows about the relationship between Angel Granger and Cole Granger, as long as his fake identity is discovered, under heavy scrutiny, all kinds of suspicions in his body will be magnified, and flaws will always be found.

And his only hope is that the forgers will act in good conscience and put their own files in the Beckland archives within a week, as they say.

Carrying the material box and sitting in the public carriage, Angel looked out the window at the lively street, and a thought came to her heart again:

Why don't you run away again?

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Back at 6 Daffodil Street, she took out the key to open the door and walked inside.

Tromi had already cleaned the house and left, but it seemed that he had just left, and there was still a trace of wiping on the coffee table, and the tea set was upside down to avoid dust, and the water stains slid off with gravity, leaving a circle of undried watermarks on the table.

Arriving at the study, Angel carefully put away her own contract and carried a wooden box full of materials into the basement.

The dimly lit basement had only a glimmer of light falling from the exit, and in the darkness, the interior was furnished the same as the last time she had left.

After sorting the materials she had received, she went back up the stairs to her study, where she was not prepared to make the "Storm Convergence" bullets during the day, as the work would quickly drain her little spirit, and it was better to leave it until bedtime.

And today is Monday, the day of the "Tarot Meeting".

The mystery and pressure brought to her by the "fool" above the gray fog was far greater than anyone she had ever seen in this world.

Although Lady Sharon is strong, her identity is not mysterious, and through Cole Granger's memories, Angel can roughly understand the ability of the Assassin to pass several low-level sequences, which is an important reason why she was able to kill Lady Sharon with the help of the Night Watchman.

Dunn Smith and Dalie Simone, both of whom are extraordinary of the Nightwatchers, the former is the captain of the Nightmen of Tingen and has the ability to make people sleep remotely, and the latter shows the psychic ability to quickly control the other party and make them slaughtered in the battle with Lady Sharon.

But these are all extraordinary abilities within Angel's comprehension, and even with the rich combat experience in her previous life, she can find out a lot of flaws in these people, as long as her own ability is further, it is not impossible to defeat them.

Only in the face of the mysterious "fool", she didn't have a clue.

Maybe it was just a whim, as he himself said?

At three o'clock in the afternoon, with these doubts and speculations, Angel watched as a crimson light poured out of the teardrop-shaped imprint on the palm of his hand and surrounded him.

As with last week's "gathering", the ancient bronze table appeared before her eyes, surrounded by a magnificent shrine with a gray mist that would never dissipate. In addition to himself, there were three hazy human figures sitting in the twenty-two high-backed chairs, and their positions remained unchanged from the last time.

The mysterious figure of the "Fool" was shrouded in gray mist, and he sat leisurely at the head of the long table, twisting his chin with one hand, as if thinking about something, and the other hand resting flat on the edge of the long table, his fingers tapping the table with regularity.

The long-haired girl next to her, "Justice", still maintained her curious nature, she looked around, as if she couldn't believe that she was here again, if she could see her face clearly, it must be full of excitement, excitement.

The "upside-down hangman" on the opposite side calmly leaned back in his chair, his body away from the long bronze table, he glanced at the "fool", and seemed to feel a little offended, quickly withdrew his gaze, and moved his gaze to Angel.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool." The enthusiastic maiden first greeted the promoter of the party, then turned to the other two and greeted them in the same tone.

Angel and the Hanged Man also politely returned the greetings, and to her surprise, even the mysterious fool responded with justice.

After the greetings, Angel first opened his mouth to express his gratitude to the hanged man: "Mr. Hangman, thank you for your help last week, my friend has already obtained his identification." ”

Worried that worrying about a little money would affect her image in the party, she didn't mention Hagrid's temporary price increase.

"You're welcome, although that guy is greedy, he will get things done when he receives the money. To tell you the truth, I've worked with him too, and the police in Beckland can't find a problem. ”

I hope I can't find out the problem, otherwise I may not be able to make it to the appointment at the next meeting......

Thinking of his current situation, Angel can only pray that the "partner" of the hanged man is indeed as reliable as he says.

"Mr. Hanged Man, has the blood of the ghost shark been received?"

As soon as the conversation between the two ended, Miss Justice couldn't wait to ask about the results of last week's transaction.

"Thank you very much, the stuff is perfect, and according to last week's protocol, I'll tell you the recipe for the 'audience' potion."

Last week, Miss Justice exchanged the blood of the ghost shark for the "spectator" potion formula of the Hanged Man, and they adopted the transaction model of the "Fool" guarantee, where Justice first sent the blood of the ghost shark to the location designated by the Hanged Man, and then the latter confirmed the item before saying the potion formula himself.

It seems that it is time for the hanged man to make good on his promise.

Judging from Cole's memories and what he has seen during this time, the potion recipes of this world are very valuable resources, either passed down among the major churches and secret organizations, or passed down from generation to generation by historic families. If outsiders want to get it, they can only buy it at a high price, and they may not be able to buy the right one.

Angel only rubbed the recipe of the "soothsayer" on the night watch in the morning, and when he saw that the two were planning to trade in public, he suddenly became interested.

The wise man said well, a recipe is shared with everyone, and many recipes are made.

Apparently the hanged man had heard a similar proverb, and instead of pronouncing the formula directly, he looked at Angel hesitantly, but Miss Justice, who paid for the formula, didn't seem to care that this knowledge was known by a third party.

At this moment, the figure of the "Fool" shrouded in gray mist moved, and the hand on the table was raised and waved forward.

A curly piece of parchment and a pen appeared in front of the hanged man, as if they had been there in the first place, only to be noticed at this point.

"Looks like you're having a little trouble with your deal." A deep voice came from the bronze table. "Mr. Hangman, try to pick up the pen, imagine in your mind what needs to be written, and give it an urgent desire to write, and then put it down."

"Thank you for your help."

The hanged man tried to touch the pen and paper in front of him with his hand to make sure they were real and not an illusion in his mind, and then he picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and flattened the parchment.

Defend yourself against others?

Watching the hazy parchment shrouded in gray fog quickly fill with words under the mind of the upside-down hangman, Angel's careful thoughts disappeared like a popped balloon.

After recording the potion recipe in his mind, the hanged man picked up the parchment, checked it carefully, rolled it up, and gently pushed it forward. The parchment rolled a few times, moving along the mottled surface of the long bronze table to Miss Justice diagonally across from him.

Watching the potion recipe worth hundreds of pounds roll in front of her, Angel wanted to cut it off, but thinking of the unpredictable abilities of the actual controller here, the fool, she still didn't dare to do such a stupid thing.

Don't let a third party prostitute for nothing, so that the transaction can last for a long time - she has to comfort herself like this.

Justice took the parchment, spread it out and looked at it carefully for a long time, before he raised his head and said excitedly to the hanging man: "Thank you, Mr. Hanging Man, I have memorized it." ”

"This way the deal is done, it's very easy to configure low-order potions, add the ingredients in the recipe in order, be careful, the amount is better than more......"

The Hanged Man didn't shy away from Angel's knowledge of concocting potions to Justice, who was obviously a novice to occultism, but it was only this morning that she watched Old Neil prepare the "Fortune Teller" potion for Crane, and she was no stranger to it because she had memories of Cole Granger.

Miss Justice nodded her head as she listened, and even used the pen provided by the fool to write down the main points on the parchment, as if the atmosphere of a university class was boring to Angel, especially when she had listened to everything in class.

She turned her head to look around, the temple shrouded in gray mist was magnificent and mysterious, and the surrounding space seemed to extend infinitely, which made it difficult to see.

Angel turned his gaze to the bronze table, where the owner of the space, Mr. Fool, was tapping his right index finger on the table, his invisible gaze as if looking at him.

She was horrified to realize that her attempt to secretly watch the potion formula had been discovered by this being.