"We are guardians, and we are a bunch of wretched creatures who are always fighting danger and madness."

When she opened the door and returned to her home, insulated from the hustle and bustle of the streets, Angel's words at Dunn Smith's funeral still rang in Angel's ears.

Instead of changing out of the black dress she wore to the funeral, she slumped directly on the single sofa by the convex belly window in the living room, her posture more lazy and tired than usual.

It was noon on Monday, and it had been two full days since Crestai "Sword of the Goddess" came to Tingen to examine the two night watchmen.

But the sight of Old Neil lying on the cold floor of the alchemy room covered in blood, Dunn's painful eyes as he looked at him, and the expressions of the Tingen team members who either exclaimed in disbelief or clenched their teeth in silence were still deeply etched in her mind.

There is also Roshan's crying questioning, the deep sleep flower in front of the grave, and the epitaph on the tombstone......

"If you can't save her, go and accompany her."

This is the latest sentence in the diary that the night watchmen found at Old Neil's house after Old Neil's death.

Old Neil had no other living relatives, and after his death, the team members searched his residence as usual, only to learn from the relics that he had been working to resurrect his beloved, his fiancée Sally who had died young. He felt that his younger self was not strong enough to cure his seriously ill fiancée through ritual magic, and in guilt and regret, he constantly sought the help of various mysterious powers.

The rites of life refining and resurrection that Old Neil obtained from the "Hidden Sage" have also proven to be outright evil rituals, serving no purpose other than draining the user's life and asking him to obtain more blood for sacrifice.

No, maybe pollution and loss of control itself, is the function of rituals.

From this point of view, it may be a good thing for the entire city of Tingen that he was found to be contaminated at the Nightwatch's quarters and out of control in front of a senior deacon who has the ability to control the whole situation.

Meddlesome......

Remembering the moment Dunn twisted Neal Sr.'s neck, Angel closed her eyes in pain.

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The crimson light flashed, and the Empress reappeared in the mysterious gray mist space, on the high-backed chair beside the long bronze table.

Next to her and across from her, Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man sat down in the same way.

Mr. Sun...... He seemed to have arrived a little earlier than the others, his hands on the edge of the table, his body motionless......

Angel looked at the people of the Tarot Club blankly, and he didn't even have the strength to say hello, only his thoughts subconsciously worked, analyzing the things in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, and everyone."

"Mr. Fool, I have here another page of the diary of Russell the Great."

"Mr. Sun, have you already obtained the recipe for the 'Mind Reader'?"

Justice still greeted everyone with vigor and vigor, and at the same time quickly got to the point.

The tall and burly Sun nodded slowly and replied, "I've obtained the formula for the 'Mind Reader', but how are we going to trade?" Is it to tell you directly? ”

Before he could finish speaking, a parchment with curly edges and a snow-white quill appeared in front of him.

A quill instead of a fountain pen? Is it out of a fool's little joke, or is it to match Mr. Sun's usage habits...... Could it be that he is located in such a remote location that it is difficult to obtain even the usual industrial goods?

Watching the sun expertly hold the quill and manifest the recipe on the parchment, Angel guessed.

The two quickly completed the recipe deal, and Justice revealed the Diary of Russell the Great in the same way, handed it to Mr. Fool, and then received the information that the Fool had given to her, and the Lady would receive an additional £300 in cash from the transaction.

Angel and the hanged man watched the three-way transaction with cold eyes.

As the number of tarot clubs gradually increases, the frequency of transactions involving only a certain number of people will also increase, and the information that was disclosed purely for the sake of sharing in the past may become less and less.

Tarot will be becoming more and more "mature".

"You can communicate freely."

As the Fool finished reading the diary, the quiet gray mist space became lively again.

"Miss Queen, please ask me to find the extraordinary item, 'Black Abyss Demon Fish's blood' I have already arrived, but I don't know if it's 'all' blood, the seller said that there is no standard amount in the occult sense."

Justice said to Angel with suspicion.

"It's true, unless you specify how many grams, how many milliliters are needed, in the occult sense, many extraordinary materials will exhibit this strange property, and there must be a difference in the amount of blood of two Black Abyss Demon Fish of different weights, but it does not affect their effectiveness."

Recalling the knowledge in her head, Angel replied.

This is also a common problem when buying potions: sellers are likely to take advantage of this uncertainty and secretly withhold some of the materials.

Fortunately, the blood of the Black Abyss Demon Fish has a magical property that becomes difficult to separate once it leaves the Demon Fish's body.

"Then there will be no problem, I can trade at any time," Justice breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Since the search for this material is my thank you for answering your doubts, I am prepared to charge half of the purchase fee, which is 350 pounds. ”

Half is £350...... Meaning the blood cost her a total of 700 pounds?

Angel was a little dumbfounded, the Sequence 7 potion main material was already so expensive.

She remembered that Daly had not hesitated to give her the "Onyx Peacock's Egg" on a condition that was almost free of charge, and even without considering the premium, it was enough to save her more than 500 pounds.

If you have to pay for two extraordinary materials yourself, 1,000 pounds in your bank account is really not enough......

Lamenting his poverty, Angel nodded and agreed to the transaction price.

But what happened next made a difficult mistake for the two traders.

"How am I going to give this item to you? Do you give me an address and I'll send it over, or do you pick it up at the address I provided? ”

Justice asked in a flat tone, as if it didn't matter which method was for her. Also, this rich young lady must have let her subordinates be busy with related matters, and she can't trouble herself......

But I'm different, I only have the address of my own home, and I can't casually say all kinds of "friends" and "people I know" like Mr. Hanged Man, once I give the address to the other party, it is tantamount to revealing my location, and if I come to the door, I also need to leave Tingen City, or even Ahowa County, at this time when Old Neil has just had an accident, it must be extremely difficult to apply to leave the station......

Angel has a bit of a headache, after the old Neil's out-of-control incident, she desperately wants to improve the sequence as soon as possible, which is not only the key to improving her strength and avoiding being targeted by evil gods and secret sects, but also to protect her teammates and protect the important people around her.

But this cannot be premised on revealing one's whereabouts.

As she pondered in silence, the sound of knuckles tapping on the bronze table rang out in her ears.

All four members of the Tarot Society in the room looked at the head of the long table, where Mr. Fool had just put down his right hand that was tapping on the table.

"Hehe, it looks like you're in trouble again," Mr. Fool chuckled, his gaze swept over the two members on his left side, "Miss, are you willing to cooperate with me in this matter to make another attempt?" ”

Another attempt?

Angel thought of his "attempt" to pull everyone into the gray mist, his "attempt" to communicate through ritual magic, and what would it be this time?

"What kind of attempt is it?"

Justice asked hesitantly.

"It's simple, it's no more difficult than you communicate with me through ritual magic."

The fool's tone is light, as if what he says is just a trivial matter like eating and drinking.

This also dispelled Angel's inner resistance a little, there was an example of old Neil and the "hidden sage", even if the fool had a "good friendship" with everyone, at this time she was also a little resistant to the new ritual magic.

"If the attempt is successful, Miss Justice can 'sacrifice' a specific item to me, and I will 'give' it to Miss Queen, I think this form of transaction will be beneficial to both of you."

"Sacrifice" vs. "Giving"......

She suddenly realized that the Fool had asked for such an attempt at this time, simply to help solve the biggest problem she was currently facing.

If it succeeds, Justice will be able to sacrifice the "entire blood of the Black Abyss Demon Fish" to the Fool through a ritual, and then the Fool will give it to himself, like a transit station, so that the two Tarot members can trade in kind without revealing any information about themselves.

Let a god-like being act as a transit point......

She was a little frightened and a little excited.

(End of chapter)