Angel woke up early the day after returning to the Tarot Meeting, it was the end of October, and the early winter morning was a little chilly, but the smoldering fireplace brought warmth to the living room, allowing her to make her own breakfast in thin clothes.

As she was learning the cooking technique of turning the fried egg in the pan, the sudden burning sensation from her waist made her arm shake, and the omelette landed on the edge of the pan, cut off by the slightly sharp edge of the pan, and the outer half fell on the stove.

Without caring to clean up, Angel felt for the hot spot and took out the occult double she had with her at all times, using her own hair and blood, the bunched up of human-shaped hair did not look the same, but Angel, who was closely related to it, knew that some kind of curse was being directed to the double, and the double warned her.

The only one who can curse her like this is Savilia Langdon, who has preserved her blood, the Witch of Pleasure of the Witch Sect, her "upline".

But unlike that deadly curse, it couldn't even make the double burn or change color, and Angel guessed that without the double, letting the curse act directly on herself would only make her chest ache for a moment.

"An early morning curse that is not fatal, is it a warning? Or is it some kind of bad taste? ”

She tossed half of the dusted omelette into the trash, and the other half was sandwiched with bacon and a cup of coffee for a simple breakfast, thinking about the reason for it as she ate.

"Maybe it's some kind of emergency notice? She guessed that I would think of her after the pain and would go to her and ask? ”

Remembering that she should indeed go to Savilea's house to "meet regularly", Angel confirmed the other party's purpose and slightly let go of her hanging heart.

Even if she already had a way to deal with the curse, she didn't want to tear her face with the witch sect at this time.

Having hastily settled breakfast, she packed up the kitchen and headed to Baron Langdon's mansion in the West End.

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"Clever, I'll curse for an hour, and you'll be here."

Severia sat in the reception room, enjoying what seemed to be a never-ending refreshment, and said with a faint smile on her face.

"I thought you had something urgent, but I didn't expect to have 'morning tea' here."

Angel said with a dark face, took a piece of delicate pastry and took a bite hard, as if biting the pleasure witch in front of him, and then swallowed it with relief, but almost choked himself.

There is no so-called morning tea culture in the Kingdom of Rune, but looking at the situation of Severia, I am afraid that there is an uninterrupted supply of refreshments from morning to night, which makes Angel quite jealous, and she can't help but wonder how much income she inherits from the estate of Baron Langdon every year.

"Of course, I have something important to ask you to come over," Savelia picked up the teacup and sniffed the tea, but did not drink it, but said slowly, "If you are willing to hand over your address, of course I don't need to contact you in such a dangerous way." ”

"Thanks, no need."

Angel squeezed out a smile and refused the other party's request, he tried his best to prepare a safe house, and used a variety of anti-divination methods, isn't it just to let himself have a home where he can sleep peacefully?

As if expected, Severia did not delve into the topic, but got down to business.

"There are two important things, first, that Miss Audrey Hall has invited you to Viscount Gleilint's house for their little party, and I have agreed for you, to-morrow afternoon; Second, you are already an official member of the Witch Sect, and you should have your own subordinates. ”

Underling? Monitors, I'm afraid, right?

Angel thought a little darkly.

"Assassin, or instigator? It can't be a witch like me, right? ”

"Of course it's a sequence 9, he just passed the test, got the potion, needs a mentor in occultism, and if you have a target that is inconvenient to start, you can also try to hand it over to him to 'solve', this is how the sect continues to grow through the old and the new, I used to be like this, and you are like this."

Severia's tone seemed to be talking about some academic "teacher and student", but Angel knew that the so-called "test" was likely to mean that the other party killed someone, maybe a gang leader, or maybe just an ordinary person from the witch sect, so as to judge whether he had further cultivation value through the other party's completion speed, killing methods, and psychological endurance.

This is how Cole Granger was led into the abyss by Mrs. Sharon step by step.

It's a pity that I don't have the right to refuse......

She nodded, agreeing to the matter, and Severia didn't immediately let Angel meet the new assassin, and she was happy to delay it for a while.

Maybe after a while, the other party will forget about it......

……

Hugh Dilcha carefully hid the dagger under his clothes, put on a cloak with a cape, and prepared to leave the house for a gathering of extraordinaries in the East End.

Although she was unhappy with the attitude of the "Golden Mask", she still had to investigate who had come into contact with the dead human trafficker Kapin, and whether anyone sold special ingredients that could be directly blended into "Sheriff" and "Inquisitor" potions at the Extraordinary's gathering.

She didn't want Furth to be involved in this kind of thing, because it was almost a hopeless task, and for a week she had been looking for relationships and attending different meetings, but to no avail.

As she was about to leave the house, a smiling Furth returned to her lodgings, and when she saw that Hugh was about to leave, she simply said hello and then went to her room.

"Forthth, what good things have happened to you again? Found a new theme? ”

She asked casually.

"No, I've already decided on the subject matter, and it's not worthy of my joy. But I got word yesterday that someone was selling the 'master of tricks' formula I needed for £450 and didn't increase the price because of my anxiety. ”

Firth replied with a smile, she had just returned from the bank, had withdrawn half of her savings, and was about to return to her bedroom to make a deal with the "Queen" lady by offering the money to the fool through the sacrificial ritual she had learned in the Tarot Society.

In my case, this "sacrifice" is burned......

She muttered disrespectfully in her heart, and when she saw that her friend had already opened the door and was about to leave, she hurriedly asked:

"Where are you going?"

"The mission I said last time, alas, I didn't expect to get the formula for the 'sheriff', and I have to run around for its materials, I'll be very busy these days, you don't have to wait for me when you eat."

Hugh put on his hood as if he were in a cloak, then stepped out of the room and slammed it shut from the outside.

“…… I'm going to call her to Miss Audrey's party tomorrow, and it looks like she's going to be absent again. ”

Looking at the other party's hurried figure, Firth muttered, then remembered his business, returned to the bedroom, locked the door, closed the curtains, found a hooded robe that he rarely wore and changed it, hid his face, and then arranged the ritual magic of communicating with the fool.

After some manipulation, she watched as her 450 pounds of cash disappeared into the mist of an illusory door, and an image appeared in her mind of a tall woman with a hood reciting the recipe for a potion, and Foirth listened carefully and tried to write it down, only to find that she didn't need to do it at all, and this was already imprinted in the depths of her memory.

This is the power of Mr. Fool!

She happily removed the ritual, lifted the spiritual wall, threw herself to her desk, and wrote down the recipe in her mind with pen and paper, so as not to forget, and to trouble Miss "Queen" to convey it again.

"Soul Eater's Stomach Bag...... The blood of deep-sea marlin ......"

Reading the main material of "Master of Tricks", the smile on her face became more and more obvious, and she was overjoyed as she walked back and forth in the small bedroom.

It's been several years, and I've been going to various extraordinary gatherings in Beckland, asking many extraordinary people she has met, and the formula that she has never been able to obtain, can be easily bought just half a month after joining that mysterious tarot society.

"Our tarot will be amazing!"

She almost forgot the panic of being pulled into the gray mist space when she recited the name of the Fool, and silently praised Mr. Fool in her heart.

(End of chapter)