"Do you know the Aurora Society?"

Justice looked at Angel blankly, as if he had never even heard the word.

The hanged man chuckled and replied, "They are all a bunch of madmen, and even if they are not crazy in front of people, they are just well-hidden madmen." I am chasing one of them as a 'listener' who is looking for traces of the 'true Creator,' the so-called sanctuary they preach. ”

Indeed, these followers of the "Aurora Society" are not normal......

Thinking of Mr. C, who used his flesh and blood as a bomb, Angel nodded approvingly and continued: "I have heard from people who come and go to various ports that the 'Aurora Society' believers in Enmat Port have been involved in many kidnapping cases, and they have also been implicated in the recent vigorous human trafficking case, and the altar was destroyed by the official extraordinary, and many people were arrested. ”

"Trafficking in persons...... Ah, you mentioned it last time, I didn't expect this matter to be involved in the 'Aurora Society', I thought they just believed in the ancient existence of the hidden sect, but I didn't expect to do any business now......"

The upside-down hangman was puzzled at first, and then suddenly realized.

He frowned, as if remembering something, looked at Angel, and asked, "Miss Queen, have you already gone to the port of Enmat?" Was the information I provided about the 'craftsman' helpful? ”

He's tempting me...... Because I mentioned the "news" of the port of Enmat?

Angel's tone did not fluctuate, and he replied slowly: "Not yet, I need some time to prepare, and it is expected that it will take until the end of the year to leave for the port of Enmat." ”

She didn't explain much, because it would seem deliberate, like she's covering up something.

Miss Justice on the side did not pay attention to the sharpness of the words of the two, she was listening to the secrets of the occult world with her eyes shining, acting like the "listener" who was chased by the hanged man, and seeing that the brief conversation between the two did not continue, she eagerly asked:

"'Aurora Meeting'? The True Creator? It's hard for me to come into contact with these things in normal times, so I can only learn about them from you. Miss Queen, Mr. Hanged Man, can you elaborate on these secret organizations and ancient beliefs? I can pay for it! ”

"£500 each, or equivalent, for anything or material you urgently need."

“……”

Miss Justice's generosity made Angel and the hanged man dare not reply for a long time.

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The crimson glow dissipated, and Angel returned to her study.

It took a long time to exchange information about the Secret Organization, and satisfying Miss Justice's curiosity was exhausting, but there was more important work to be done.

Before she had time to celebrate that she had hung up another 500 pounds of "account" with Miss Justice, she took the pen and paper that had been prepared on the table in advance, and immediately recorded the few memories that remained in her mind.

Compared to the "Assassin", the "Instigator" has about half the increase in spirituality, and other extraordinary abilities have also been strengthened to varying degrees......

Dine with Dai Li, the beef pudding is very fragrant, but what is the name of that restaurant......

Rupert was in a trance, and Dali said it was fine, but ......

Beckland's team of Nightwatchers, Lorotta, Borgia, the third man... Al Hasson?

The events of the day that I remembered on the gray mist, which did not exist in my memory, were written down by Angel on the paper one by one.

She feared that the memory would soon disappear from her mind, leaving no trace to be found.

Fortunately, as the pen swiped across the paper, the memories in her mind did not fade, but deepened as she kept recalling, as if the mysterious means affecting her memory were only one-off, and after being lifted by the more mysterious "Fool" and his gray mist space, it no longer worked.

"Praise to Mr. 'Fool'."

After thanking the mysterious existence in her heart, Angel put the paper containing everything she could remember from "A Lost Day" into the desk drawer and placed it in the most prominent place.

"If you think it's very unfamiliar and you don't remember it at all, don't be afraid, it's your real memory, but you can't remember it. Ask Mr. Fool for help, or wait for the weekly 'Tarot Meeting' to take place, and you'll be reminded of everything in the gray mist. ”

At the end of the paper there is this paragraph.

It's a pity that the priest in her memory was dressed simply, she really couldn't recall the appearance of the other party, and only remembered a few key features, a white robe, a pale golden beard, and clear and natural eyes......

If she saw this person again, she should be able to recognize him, but now she can't draw it.

Holding the pencil used for sketching, she pondered for a long time, but she still put down the pen, and there was only a faceless face on the cardboard in front of her.

Perhaps more concrete, detailed results can be obtained through divination?

But I'm not a soothsayer...... Although I learned the "pendulum method" from Klein, the simple divination could only answer yes or no, and it could not help me paint.

Pray to the gods for help?

This is also a way to do this, and when I made "Storm Convergence" and "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption", I have received answers to the Goddess of the Night, so maybe I can pray to Him again?

Looking out the window at the sun setting in the west, Angel made up her mind to try it out at night.

Otherwise, this boulder called "Sequence 4" that weighed on her heart would make her breathless.

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"The goddess of the night, nobler than the stars, older than eternity. You are the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets, and the Empress of Doom and Fear. Lords of Sleep and Silence. ”

The crimson moon outside the window sent crimson moonlight into the study, spreading the desk, dyeing the three candles on the table, the table board engraved with runes and prayers, and the cardboard with the mysterious priest depicted red.

At this time, the study has become a temporary place of worship, closed and isolated by Angel with a spiritual wall, and the desk is placed with a wooden table engraved with prayers, on which are placed three ritual candles, and the candlelight with a little essential oil exudes a faint fragrance, making the whole study seem a little mysterious.

Dressed in a white robe, she put down the sanctified carving knife and maintained a meditative state, standing in front of the table and continuing to chant the incantation.

"I pray you ......"

"Pray for Your Favor ......"

"Show Your Believers the Way to Doom......"

In the scent of the essential oils of the deep sleeping flower and the moon flower, beside the flickering flame of the candle, in the light of the red moonlight.

On the humble altar, the sketch cardboard placed by Angel seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand and slowly floated into the air, obscuring the crimson moon outside the window.

She was breathless, not daring to make any movements or make any sounds, only her eyes slowly followed the movement of the jam.

"Poof—"

The three candles representing the goddess of the night and herself flickered and went out.

The cardboard seemed to be blown by the breeze outside the window, and as it fell, it floated towards Angel.

Frightened, she quit meditation and grabbed the paper with the faceless priest on it.

It's empty.

(End of chapter)