Bakerland Jowood district, 15 Minsk Street.

Klein, who goes by the pseudonym Sherlock Moriarty, decorates the spiritual wall with Holy Night powder, takes a deep breath, and walks four steps backwards to the ancient palace above the gray mist.

Although he had confirmed it countless times, he couldn't help but cast his eyes on the starry sky in the depths of the gray mist.

Three crimson stars were hanging in the sky, one of them twinkling regularly, it was Mr. "Sun" waiting for a response.

Alas, what else can I expect......

Crane blinked quickly, calmed down, extended his spirituality, and reached out to the stars that represented the "sun".

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

Miss Justice greeted everyone first, but she immediately noticed that the high-backed chair beside her, where Miss "Queen" had been seated, was still empty.

The hanging man and the sun across from her also cast a puzzled look, and then they all looked at Mr. Fool at the head of the long table.

"Miss Queen...... She asked me for leave and wouldn't be attending tarot meetings for weeks. ”

Crane felt the gaze of everyone, and answered in advance without waiting for anyone to ask.

He wanted to say that the "queen" had left the Tarot Society for some reason, but when the words came to his lips, it became "asking for leave".

Looking at the unmanned high-backed chair that belonged to Angel, Crane sighed secretly.

"Go ahead."

"Yes, Mr. Fool."

The remaining three participants responded in unison.

It's strange that Miss Queen was absent from the Tarot Society, and Mr. Fool didn't even announce the specific time of her leave, did something happen to her?

Alger Wilson, the hanged man, looked at the high-backed chair beside Justice, and his thoughts were churning.

It seems that I have to send someone to Tingen to ask Hagrid of Wild Heart, out of respect for her privacy, I did not ask her for her false identity information, but now the situation is different, if something happens to the Queen, Tarot will be exposed to the eyes of outsiders......

He suddenly felt Mr. Fool's gaze on him.

"Thank you, Mr. Fool, for sending a servant to help me get rid of Ziringus, I've left Beckland and returned to sea, and next week I'll bring you all the Rosell's diaries I can get my hands on."

The hanged man immediately stood up, bent down to stroke his chest, and saluted the fool, but his back was already cold.

"It's just the principle of equivalent exchange."

The Fool replied softly, looking away from the hanged man.

Justice looked curiously at the upside-down hangman, who was obviously a little flustered, and then at the sun beside him, who didn't seem to find anything, and frowned slightly.

The most dreary and depressing tarot meeting began.

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"Could it be that the explosion caused by the 'Shattering Light Ray' was detonated by the last time I used 'Thirsty Blood' made the mark on my right palm disappear?"

Repeatedly observing the palm of his right hand under the light, Angel finally confirmed that every time he entered the gray mist space of the Tarot Society, the mark on the palm that gushed out crimson light had disappeared without a trace.

Perhaps for this reason, the mysterious Mr. Fool has lost contact with himself, so when the tarot meeting is held, she is no longer included in the attendees.

"I don't know if all this is good or bad......"

Angel muttered.

There is no doubt that Mr. Fool and the other members of the Tarot Society have been very helpful to her in the field of occultism. From the channels for the creation of false identities after the time travel, to the exchange of occult knowledge and secret information around the world, and even the extraordinary materials for promotion to Sequence 7, some of them come from the Tarot Society's Miss Justice.

But being under the continued attention of a high-ranking existence of unknown origin is also very risky, and it is because old Neil inadvertently came into contact with the "hidden sage" and learned the forbidden knowledge, which led to loss of control and death.

Although Mr. Fool's tarot meeting seemed to be an "attempt" and he never showed any ill will towards the attendees, the pressure was always in Angel's mind, and she believed that the other attendees felt the same way.

"Maybe I can now recite the name of the Fool and pray to Him and continue to join the Tarot Society?"

She looked at her right hand with some hesitation, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the sacred emblem of the Night Maiden hanging from the citrine pendant.

By the way, I'm now under the protection of the Hidden Emblem......

After much deliberation, Angel gave up praying to the fool at this time.

If you accidentally destroy the effect of this holy emblem, not to mention that it will become an impossible task to infiltrate the witch sect, and even your current whereabouts may be detected, and the best result is to escape from Beckland in embarrassment.

I can only wait until I join the Witch Sect and get rid of the identity crisis, and then find a chance to recite Mr. Fool's name......

Angel sighed, got up from the couch, and looked out the window at the fading sky.

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The cauldron on the stove was bubbling with bubbles, and the crimson liquid gradually concentrated and became viscous.

Angel put down the two "Sleep Charms" he had made, removed the spiritual wall, and went to the steaming pot, sniffing the smell from the pot gradually changing from a foul stench to a strong smell of blood.

It wasn't until the pot, made from her blood, became a plaster sticking to the bottom of the pot that Angel was satisfied enough to scoop them out with a spoon and pour them into an opaque glass bottle for preservation.

After filling the two glass bottles, she evenly applied the remaining plaster to a palm-sized body mirror, painting the smooth mirror a deep red while infusing it with spirituality.

As if it came to life, the plaster quickly seeped into the vanity mirror, allowing the mirror to reflect her beautiful face again.

A magic mirror that established a occult connection to her was thus complete.

With the magic mirror of divination and life-saving functions stored close to her, and the two "Sleep Charms" were placed together with the spare bomb, Angel extinguished the fire, packed up the tools in the basement, and returned to the living room on the first floor.

It was late at night the next day, and she had spent 10 pounds on the herbalists and jewellers around the area, buying all the materials needed to make the spiritual plaster, as well as some of the plant powders and essential oils needed for the ritual, as well as the silver pieces needed to make the charms.

Combined with the half-year's rent in advance, the cost of food and drink for these two days, and the cost of buying clothes and daily necessities, she had only 15 pounds left of the 48 pounds 15 Soles she had on her when she came to Beckland.

If she doesn't find a new job soon, Angel will soon fall into abject poverty and have to use the money she has in her bank bearer account.

"The 1,000 pounds...... No, and the 350 pounds that were to be given to Miss Justice should be removed...... The 650 pounds were for the Sequence 6 potion I was going to buy, and I couldn't use it lightly anyway. It seems that I can only find a way to make some money while looking for clues to the 'Witch Sect'. ”

Angel already has some clue about how to find the Witch Cult by recalling Cole Granger's memories and some of the information that Lady Sharon has revealed, but it is bound to be a long-term job, and first, she has to find a way to survive in the city.

Looking at the spacious and bright living room, she suddenly felt that she had paid a full 20 pounds to rent a two-story building.

"Maybe I should go to the East End, or rent a one-bedroom apartment in the Docklands, where the cost of renting can be reduced by at least two-thirds, despite the harsh conditions......"

Heart-wrenched by the precious gold pounds that had flowed from her pocket into Mrs. Varys's pocket, Angel hurriedly took a shower and returned to the master bedroom on the second floor to sink into the warm bed.

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"Kara, Kara......"

The subtle sound of metal clashing and grinding woke Angel from her light sleep.

At this time, the window was still shrouded in crimson moonlight.

She subconsciously reached under the pillow and grabbed the revolver before she fully came to her senses.

Listening carefully to the sounds downstairs, she could tell that it was the sound of the lockpicking tool struggling with the lock.

"There is no reminder from the spirit, and the magic mirror does not warn, it seems that the other party is not an extraordinary person, is it a thief who slipped the door and picked the lock in the middle of the night?"

Unexpectedly, after only two days in Beckland, he encountered a thief who had not met in Tingen for two months.

Secretly amused, Angel picked up the pistol, felt for a "sleep charm", activated the assassin's ability to sneak into the shadows, and walked downstairs barefoot and silently.

(End of chapter)