On Sunday morning, Angel came to the divination club as usual.

The club has a lot more customers on weekends than on weekdays, even at a time when the city's serial murderers are being caught and young women are all in danger.

Angel had already wasted a day yesterday, and today is not to miss the opportunity to play.

Although there has been a lot less love divination recently, and other types, such as divination of finding people and things, she is not very willing to deceive each other, so there are not many opportunities to play.

Carrying coffee and a newspaper under her arm, Angel came to her "Fortune Witch" room, and as soon as Angel was seated, the door was gently pushed open, and Mr. O'Neil, whom she had seen before, walked in.

The middle-aged man's originally sloppy beard and hair had been groomed, and he was dressed in a neat shirt, vest, trench coat, and top hat.

"Miss Fortune Teller, I have come to thank you for your help and the assistance of a detective introduced by the Bar of the Brave, and I have finally recovered my daughter Emily."

Sure enough, Mr. O'Neill thanked her as soon as he opened his mouth.

"I'm glad I heard this, she didn't get any harm, right?"

Angel asked.

"Praise the goddess, she returned home safely, although the gang of gangsters escaped, but the detective who helped me said that they would be wanted and would be arrested soon, which relieved me."

"Unfortunately, Emily was frightened and traumatized, so I took her to see a psychiatrist, and the doctor said that in this case, it is best to let her change her living environment, stay away from familiar places, and slowly get better."

Mr. O'Neill seems to have recently quit smoking, and several times he tried to grab his hand into the inner pocket of his trench coat, but he held back, and the unpleasant smell of smoke was gone, and if it weren't for the occasional scorched teeth, he would not have been able to show that he had been fond of tobacco.

"Our family has no other relatives in Beckland, so we are going to leave here and move to Jianhai County, maybe we won't be back for a few years, I came here to thank you before leaving."

With that, Mr. O'Neill took out an envelope and gently placed it on Angel's divination table.

"It's 50 pounds, which is nowhere near as grateful to me, but I'm sorry that we've been in some financial difficulties lately, so that's all we can do."

For 50 pounds, the purchase of "Storm Convergence" bullets is enough to shoot those gangsters several times!

Angel was a little surprised, she felt that she shouldn't have asked for the money.

In the process of searching for Emily, she only did a divination, and even accidentally met the Rose Bishop of the Aurora Society in the Eastern District, and based on the corpse of the other party, she divided the whereabouts of Lanrius, and finally killed the enemy.

And the other party is preparing to move in the near future, and needs to use this money even more.

She was about to refuse, but O'Neil exhaled as if he had completed his mission, and turned to leave the divination room, his regular, powerful steps fading away.

"After finding his daughter, his whole temperament is different...... But it's not like normal, it seems that the whole person is tense, alas, I hope that their family can heal their mental wounds in Jianhai County. ”

Angel, who didn't have time to speak, could only pick up the envelope and accept the 50 pounds.

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In the afternoon, Angel went to Sevilia's house on the West Side to pick up the extraordinary material that had been promised on Wednesday.

In the reception room on the first floor, she met Madame Severia, dressed in a black gauze dress, who sent the maid away, took out a delicate tin box, and opened it in front of Angel.

On the red velvet cushion in the box was a small pouch, purple-black, heart-shaped, and covered with translucent, spider-like objects.

With a "snap", Severia closed the iron box, put it on the coffee table, and pushed it over.

"As agreed, this is your well-deserved reward, 'The Silk Glands of the Adult Widow Giant Spider', which is part of the Sequence 6 potion 'Pleasure', and the other part, along with the complete potion recipe, which will be given to you when you complete the quest."

Hearing Severia call "Witch of Pleasure" "Joy" again, Angel felt a little strange, but still obediently took the tin box.

She suspected that the task of "getting close to Miss Audrey and becoming her friend" was not as simple as it seemed, and she was already close to the other party, but looking at Severia's statement, it seemed that it was far from over, and maybe the follow-up task would not be known until the right time.

"Next Tuesday, Viscount Glerint will hold another salon in the afternoon, again, come to me early, and remember to change into new clothes."

After handing over the reward for the mission, the baroness resumed her expression with some detachment and some seduction, and commanded.

"By the way, has the 'Apothecary'' potion recipe come to fruition?"

"There are some clues, if nothing else, the formula can be bought next week, and the other party offered 200 pounds, and I agreed."

Angel replied.

She originally wanted to say that she had already got it now, but after thinking about it, maybe she could be reimbursed once from the viscount, and then she would be reimbursed here again, so she didn't hand over the recipe now.

"Very good, when you get the formula, copy it to me, this is a task expense and can be reimbursed."

The lady also seemed to be slowly becoming familiar with the word "reimbursement", much to Angel's relief.

And he didn't make an oath like the pharmacist Darkwell, and Father Utravsky didn't ask himself to keep it a secret, and there was not much psychological burden on selling the "pharmacist" formula twice.

When I think about it, the frustration of having to buy a new dress is diluted a lot.

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Watching Miss Audrey Hall, dressed in a pale yellow dress, walk gracefully among the guests of the salon, Angel recalled the book of aristocratic etiquette she had received from Severia, and tried to learn the knowledge points inside.

Viscount Glerint walked by, nodded slightly as Angel looked at him, and then paced away with his glass in hand, without talking to each other.

She knew it was the Viscount's move to avoid drawing the attention of the other guests.

After about ten minutes, seeing that the atmosphere in the salon reached its climax with beautiful music, Angel secretly left through the side door and was led by the Viscount's maid to the study where they had met last week.

Walking past the partition, she was surprised to find a lady already sitting in the study.

The other party was about a little shorter than Miss Audrey, wearing a dark green dress, a purple shawl on her shoulders, her long brown hair was slightly curled, and her light blue eyes looked curiously at Angel who entered the study.

Excluding Hugh Dilcha and the two nobles he had already met, she would be the last member of the "Occult Salon"?

"Hello, Ms. Furth Wall, I'm Erin Watson, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

As if surprised that Angel knew her name, Foirth raised her slender eyebrows and replied with a smile:

"Hello, Miss Watson, call me Forthth, please wait a moment, they will be there soon."

Angel also found a chair to sit in, and Foirth returned to a languid position, slumped into the sofa, and continued to read a tome in his hand.

Nearly half an hour later, just as Angel was waiting impatiently, Viscount Glerlint and Miss Audrey came to the study.

"Welcome, Miss Erin, Miss Furth, there are so many enthusiastic ladies in the salon that you have delayed me a little."

The viscount apologized, took off his tuxedo and hung it on the coat rack beside him, and sat down on another single sofa, while Audrey sat behind her desk like a host of a party.

"Forthth, this is Miss Erin Watson, a new joiner, and she is extraordinary; Irene, this is Furth Wall, the author of Stormstorm Heights, as I told you, is also an extraordinary person. ”

Audrey introduced the two, and the two, who had known each other just now, stood up again and said hello.

After taking his seat, the viscount introduced the experience of the two joining the occult salon, Angel had heard the story of Foerth taking the initiative to contact the viscount in order to save Hugh Dilcha last week, and was not surprised at this time, and Foirth was also a little lazy, sitting on the back chair, his eyes sometimes looking at Angel, sometimes looking at the two nobles.

Firth didn't take the initiative to mention her potion sequence, and Angel didn't ask out of courtesy between the extraordinary, but both nobles should know, just like she had demonstrated her extraordinary abilities when she joined.

After a brief pleasantry, the Viscount couldn't wait to ask about the recipe:

"Miss Irene, is there any news about my 'Apothecary' potion?"

(End of chapter)