In just a split second, Moriarty withdrew his hand holding the banknote and folded the £20 bill and put it in his pocket, as if the pause was just Angel's hallucination.

"'Fools'? Is it the one in the tarot? ”

He picked up his cup and took a sip of coffee, the heat in the cup drifting upwards, causing a large area of condensation to appear on his glasses, obscuring his vision of looking at Angel.

If it weren't for the momentary sluggishness shown by the detective just now, Angel would almost have believed his disguise, but unfortunately, even with the "clown's" control over his body and expression, his knee-jerk reaction under the sudden inquiry could not hide her sharp eyes!

"Don't pretend anymore, the tarot cards you let me shed at the Caping House already speak for themselves," she smiled confidently, clasped her hands, and looked straight up at the detective, "You can try to quibble, what do those tarot cards do?" ”

"Maybe it's to distract the official extraordinaries into thinking that our purpose is vendetta or judgment, not to save the girls; Maybe it's my personal habit, pompous and flamboyant, like the appearance of the 'Black Emperor' on the rooftop......"

Moriarty raised his eyebrows and explained the meaning of the tarot cards sprinkled all over Kapin's body in words that seemed to have been drafted a long time ago, but looking at Angel with a "I don't believe it" expression on his face, he finally shook his head and changed his tone.

"That's right, those tarot cards do have a special meaning, they represent an organization, an organization that believes in mysterious 'fools', and I ......"

"And you, one of His followers, or a member of His family, are hidden in Beckland, ready for His instructions?"

Angel picked up the conversation and said.

Moriarty opened his mouth, as if he was at a loss because he had been robbed of words, and nodded after a moment: "...... Yes, that's what you say. ”

"So, you knew my identity early on?"

She suddenly figured out why the other party repeatedly appeared near her, enthusiastically helped find the missing Emily O'Neel, and even chose to participate in the operation without hesitation in the face of the Caping mansion, which has many extraordinary people.

This may be in line with Mr. Fool's instructions.

The detective who put down the coffee cup frowned, as if it was a difficult question to answer.

"That's right, since you're in the sight of Mr. Fool, I quickly recognize you," he replied slowly, his eyebrows furrowed in hesitation, "but I helped you kill Kapin, not on the instructions of others, but on my own choice. ”

Looking at the sincerity revealed in the brown eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, Angel was stunned for a few seconds before nodding: "I believe in you." ”

Of course, I will use divination to confirm the authenticity after that...... But since he said Mr. Fool, he must not dare to lie, which explains why we haven't met, and why he can still recognize me as a member of the Tarot Society with the Ring of Madness, because Mr. Fool must not be fooled by magical items of this level......

Angel's thoughts kept churning, and the slightest unhappiness at the other party hiding that he was a fool believer quickly disappeared.

At least he helped me break into the Capping mansion and rescue the kidnapped girls from Mr. Fool's orders......

Picking up the coffee cup and taking a long sip of the coffee that was almost cold, the corners of Angel's mouth at the back of the cup turned up slightly.

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After confirming each other's identities, Angel did not inquire deeply about each other's experiences in the Tarot Society and whether there were other followers of the Fool in Bakeland, which would appear to have other thoughts on his mind, and even attract unnecessary attention from the "Fool".

The conversation turned to something else, with Angel asking about Moriarty's protection of a reporter to the East End last week, who had a serious face and described what he had seen in those two days.

Unlike Angel's casual observation of the East End and Miss Justice's remarks at the Tarot meeting, the Daily Observer reporter named Mike Joseph visited the East End more deeply and investigated a number of homeless people who had fallen into poverty for different reasons, and obtained more detailed and worrying first-hand information.

When talking about an old lady interviewed who sat quietly in a café chair after a rare full meal, Moriarty's face showed an expression that could not be described as anger or helplessness.

"Hopefully, the reporter's interview will make some changes to the status quo in the Eastside," Angel muttered after a long silence, "Fortunately, the upper echelons of the kingdom and the major churches seem to have noticed the suffering of the people at the bottom, and perhaps relevant laws and policies will be introduced soon to improve their lives." ”

"I hope so," the detective seemed to be a pessimist, and only pouted at Angel's words, "it is probably harder to count on the conscience of those nobles and factory owners than to turn evil gods...... But what should the Orthodox Church do, after all, people who can't survive may really convert to those terrible beings. ”

Speaking of evil gods, Angel thought of the "true creator" who almost came to the docklands of Beckland, and Langrius who died in the sewers, and thought of the "queen" card that he heard from Audrey's friend and sprinkled with Lanrius's corpse, and looked suspiciously at Moriarty, who was sighing.

"I have one last question," she pondered, "in early October, a certain cultist of the evil god died in the sewers near the dockyard of East Bailang, a fraudster named Lanerus, with ...... tarot cards on his body."

"I put it there."

To her surprise, Moriarty readily admitted her actions, making her feel like a punch in the air, and the subsequent questioning was back in her stomach.

"That was Mr. Fool's action to stop the 'True Creator' attempt, and Mr. Fool confirmed your identity after I met you who killed Laneus."

I see, Mr. Fool really focused on this level of affairs, and his dependents, as the specific executors, hid in Beckland, and attacked the opponent's fatal parts at any time......

Angel knew in his heart that it was similar to what the noble son of MI9 had guessed, that there was really a secret organization "codenamed tarot" in action, and as a member of the organization, he frequently thought that he had been framed and taken away the wool......

She was a little embarrassed for a moment.

Fortunately, Moriarty didn't notice her slightly flushed face, and quickly changed to a lighter topic, and the two chatted for a while, and when Angel's stomach was full of coffee, he finally realized that it was not too early.

After confirming that Moriarty was also a Fool, Angel had a sense of "finding the organization", similar to the sense of belonging she had previously felt in the ranks of the Night Watch but had lost since the Tingen massacre. So she sat peacefully on the single sofa by the bay window, as if she had returned to her own home.

It's a pity that happy times are always short-lived, and looking at the hazy moonlight outside the window, Angel quickly ended the topic and got up to say goodbye to Moriarty.

"Goodbye, Mr. Sherlock," she said, in a more intimate manner, "we may have many opportunities to work together in the future." ”

Sherlock Moriarty was stunned for a second when he heard the new title, and then smiled.

"I hope so, Miss Irene."

……

Looking at Angel, who stopped a hired carriage outside the window and got into the car and slowly left, Klein closed the curtains, sat back a little away from the bay window, and sat on the other sofa opposite the single sofa that had never moved, looked at the coffee cups on the table, and stood up again after a long time.

He took out a tarot card from his trouser pocket, turned the corners of his mouth slightly up, lit a pinch of spiritual fire, and watched as the cards burned into ashes in the flames and scattered on the ground.

It was a "world" card.

……

Angel got into the carriage, reported the location of a street on the border between the Beckland Bridge District and the East District, listened to the coachman outside the door shouting and directing the horses, and drove slowly.

Although it was getting late, she followed her habit of returning to the safe house in the Eastern District and then to her home on Red Rose Street in the Bridge District.

Untying the silver chain on her wrist and picking up the citrine pendant, she silently recited the divination, using the pendulum to confirm whether Sherlock had lied or concealed something from the conversation.

In the slight shaking of the carriage, the pendant slowly swayed in a clockwise direction, giving an affirmative answer.

The shaking was not large, but it was clockwise, which said most of his words...... It's true? ”

Looking at the citrine with a hint of crack, Angel was stunned.

(End of chapter)