After taking a detour to the new safe house in the East End to change her outfit and use Black Flame for anti-divination, Angel returns to her home on Red Rose Street.

In addition to anti-divination this time, she also tried a more "traditional" anti-stalking method, changing carriages, detouring and observing the rear, and even passed through a café that was still open after dark, entering the front door and exiting the back door to get rid of those who might be stalkers.

This is partly due to Dominic's reminder before leaving, but more often because of the stress reaction after being caught by Lady Lola, the "Witch of Pleasure".

After washing up at home, Angel hid in the basement and sorted out the special ammunition she was going to sell, the remaining spiritual materials and the precious "Star Crystal", the latter only had a few grams left, which was no longer enough to complete the production of the next batch of "Storm Convergence", and urgently needed to go to Mr. A's rally to replenish it.

And it's been more than a week since she last attended the rally, and she feels it's time to return to the congregation and make contact with the Witch Cult.

This will be the only way for her to improve her strength, advance to Sequence 6, and get close to the real culprit of the events of the Evil God in Tingen.

Although today Lady Lola said that she is a Sequence 6 Witch of Pleasure, and that she has left the witch sect, and secretly seems to have the intention of wooing herself, Angel does not trust this mysterious woman who has only met twice.

Considering the way she played from the beginning of the "assassin", to be able to go to her level, whether active or passive, she basically has a lot of innocent blood on her hands, even on the bright side, she can only be regarded as a person who is tired of killing, not an object that can be deeply acquainted.

"But maybe, you can get the recipe for the Sequence 6 potion from her......"

With the mysterious Lady Lola listed as an alternative to obtaining the potion, Angel thought about her next direction.

Through her attempts in the Divination Club these days, she has found a way to play the role of "witch", although it is not very efficient, but there is no recipe for Sequence 6 anyway, and there is nowhere to find potion materials, and there is no need to rush to complete the digestion of "witch".

Continue to play and wait for the advertisement of Mr. A's rally, and look for a chance to contact the Witch Sect......

With the plan in mind, Angel carefully put away the bullets that were about to turn into gold pounds and left the gloomy basement.

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Why don't you burn the bridge......

Lighting the Beckland Bridge in front of the public, as long as enough people see it, you may be able to directly complete the digestion of the "witch" potion, instead of receiving guests who perform love divination here......

Sending off another visitor with a gloomy face, Angel wiped the magic mirror and put it away closely, constantly slandering Beckland's customs and customs in her heart.

In the past two days, she has tried her best to play a mysterious divination witch, wanting to help some frustrated guests while digesting the potion, but she didn't expect to come to ask about intimacy, whether there is a third party, and even couples who are about to break up.

What's even more terrifying is that Angel discovers that through divination to guide and break up these potential couples, the signs of potion digestion are faster and more obvious than ever.

Is this the true meaning of the "witch" path? Whether it's an assassin, an instigator or a witch, all aim to bring disaster to others and become a scourge?

Looking at the back of the man who had been said something inappropriate by her conscience, and went back to confront her lover with a gloomy face, she sighed secretly and put away the 2 Sules on the table.

"Miss Watson, I've got you the Beckland Morning Post you wanted."

In the midst of her contemplation, the door to the divination room was pushed open, and one of the club's waiters brought in the newspaper she read every day.

"The ambassador of Intis to Rune was killed in the embassy, and the terrorist organization "Aurora Society" claimed responsibility! 》

The second edition of the feature story has such a terrifying headline, and there is small print underneath: Please look forward to an interview with a mysterious informant in the Aurora Society, and learn about the magnificent history of the century-long history.

Angel took a cursory look and found that it had happened three days earlier, the night she and Dominic went to rescue the kidnapped Sonya, and combined with the commotion caused by the multiple forces snatching the manuscript of the difference machine, she suspected that the ambassador's death was also related to it.

However, the manuscript has already been sold to Mr. A, which is equivalent to the "Aurora Society", so why did they assassinate the ambassador?

Personal vendettas? Cover up the evidence? Or is it for something else, a huge benefit?

As for the so-called Aurora informant interview, you don't need to ask to know that it is a gimmick of the newspaper, they are an extraordinary organization, and they are not ordinary gangsters......

After thinking for a moment, she flipped to the fifth edition of the advertisement, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the content "Looking for Mr. A" appeared on it, and it was clear from the number of contact addresses that the rally would be held tomorrow, that is, on Monday afternoon.

Finally......

Putting down the newspaper, Angel took a deep breath, recalling the rhetoric she had prepared to deal with the Witch Cult, the embellishments of her false past, and the people who had died in Ince Zangwill's scheme.

"This will be the first step towards revenge."

She stroked the citrine pendant on her wrist and muttered.

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Stroking the amethyst pendant on his wrist, Klein watched the figure of the bodyguard lady in a black court dress in the washing mirror quickly disappear.

At the end of the three-day hire, he teamed up with this powerful bodyguard to kill the Intis spy who had come to "solve" his little trouble, the "Master of the Secret Puppet" in Sequence 5, Rosago; I was very tired from exploring the underground buildings of Williams Street, and looking up information about Viscount Pound all day.

He had never looked forward to entering the gray fog space, sorting out his gains during this time, and trying some of his ideas in the past few days.

But Klein was very cautious, he was not sure if the bodyguard lady who could hide her figure was really gone, so he continued to do his own thing at his usual pace.

Cook an exquisite dinner to fill your stomach, read the newspaper to pass the time, and do a little indoor workout......

It wasn't until the dead of night that he returned to his bedroom, drew the curtains to block the street lamps and the moon, and took out the iron cigarette case and touched the "all-black eye" left by Rosago in it.

With a roar that could tear his spirit, dense black threads spread out around him, spreading from his limbs and joints to infinity away, like a puppet's control rope.

There is no silk thread that belongs to Miss Bodyguard.

Confirming that the other party had left, Crane quickly arranged the ritual, summoned himself in the spirit state, and took the cigarette case to the gray mist.

On the ancient long table, the "all-black eyes" in the cigarette case no longer reveal madness, as if the pollution inside it had been dormant.

But Klein didn't care about any of that at all, and it was as if a small memory had been repaired and reshaped in his mind.

After his gathering at the "Eyes of Wisdom", the face of the mysterious lady he had been trying to recall at the prompting of the bodyguard lady changed from a featureless black-haired freckle-spotted woman to a blur and became like a faceless person.

The last memory is the purple eyes behind the mask.

"Miss Bodyguard is right, with such beautiful eyes, why haven't I left the slightest impression?"

He muttered.

The only possibility is that there was some kind of force that interfered with his memory at that time, making him recognize his purple eyes as black, making him unable to recall the specific appearance of the other party.

And the gray mist space can resist this power and eliminate its influence!

But why can't I remember the other person's face? Is it because the interval is so long that I don't have an impression at all? Or is there some force that can't even be fully leveraged by the gray fog, hiding it all?

Ignoring the planned experiment with the "Eyes of All Black", Crane revealed his parchment and wrote down a divination phrase.

"The true identity of the lady I saw at the party."

Reciting the divination silently, he leaned back in his chair and entered the dream with a hint of anticipation.

In the blurred picture, Klein saw the steam train coming from the north into the misty Beckland, the boats crossing the Tassok River, the bridge across the river, and the townhouses on the banks of the Tassok River.

Then the dream was interrupted.

"Lack of information to tell her location?"

Looking at the parchment in front of him, Crane fell into deep thought.

This is similar to the first time he divined the "Red Chimney" in the gray fog space, with some feedback, but failed to divinate the specific result.

"It may also be that the other party has a strong anti-divination method, and even the gray fog that shields interference cannot be completely 'penetrated'...... Of course, this is not to blame Gray Mist, it is my own lack of strength to fully grasp its power. ”

From the footage seen, it can be determined that the other party came to Beckland from another city, lived by the Tasok River, and most likely in the area of Beckland Bridge...... It's next to Jowood, where I live, maybe she's not far from me? But the picture is too blurry, and with thousands of townhouses in Beckland, it's much harder than finding a red chimney in the tiny city of Tingen.

Remembering the experience of himself and Angel teaming up to find the "Red Chimney", the corners of Crane's mouth curled upward, but he quickly got rid of the memories with a serious face.

This time there is no need to be so troublesome, I can rely on the power of more people, and I don't even need to go through the mouth of the "fool......

He pulled out the "all-black eye" from the iron cigarette case, which no longer whispered wildly, and a man in a hooded robe appeared in the mask across the long table.

The man looked sluggish and stiff, more of a puppet than a human, but under Crane's control through the black silk thread, he quickly became expressive and moved freely.

"Welcome, new member, which tarot card are you going to choose?"

Crane asked, smiling.

"World, I choose the 'World' card."

The man stroked his chin and made a hoarse sound.

(End of chapter)