The next day, Angel came to the house of Sherlock Moriarty at 15 Minsk Street in the Jowood district.

"I was wondering if you would avoid the limelight or even leave Beckland after the events of that day passed, not expecting to see you again so soon."

Sherlock opened the door in the same white shirt and black vest as he was at home, his coat and hat hung by the door, and the fireplace was blazing to dispel the cold of early winter.

This time, Angel's most important purpose was to thank Sherlock for his help that day, although there was a "fool" relationship, but Sherlock must have rushed to the scene at full speed the night before yesterday, so that she could help her lead away the night watch, so that she could wait until the characteristics-part of the characteristics were precipitated, so as not to return empty-handed.

As a result, she brings almost all magical items and extraordinary properties.

"You mean, I can pick a portion of the day's loot?"

Sherlock looked suspiciously at Angel, who was sitting on the couch by the bay window, who caught him off guard as he got straight to the point after briefly recounting the day's battle.

"Yes, you've helped me a lot, and that's your fair part."

Including the casual battle with the "demon dog", she has worked with the detective and "magician" three times, and the process has been quite pleasant, Angel has taken the initiative to give up some of the benefits, out of courtesy, and also has the intention of maintaining the relationship.

"Those are the fruits of your battles, I just, well, on the orders of Mr. Fool to distract the official extraordinary."

Sherlock is not impressed by the extraordinary properties of his daughter.

Unexpectedly, the other party rejected the low-hanging fruit benefits like this, which made Angel more appreciative of this fool's believer in addition to being surprised.

Of course, one-sided help would not last, and Angel offered to give him some cash as a thank you for her help that night, but only after she received £5,000 from Audrey the "Justice".

She counted cash, magical items and other assets until late at night yesterday, but when she woke up, she found that she was still the poor witch, and all the cash was only 100 pounds, and there were a bunch of recipes and magical items, extraordinary characteristics, but it was difficult to realize.

Until she sells her "Sheriff" trait to Miss Magician, and if Justice fulfills its promises, the current "blank check" is the limit of her abilities.

"Speaking of the battle that night, I've always been a little curious, your strength should be more than just a 'witch', right? Have you been promoted again? ”

After talking about money, Sherlock asked with some curiosity.

"Yes, I've been promoted to Sequence 6," Angel happily admitted, there is no need to hide this kind of strength on the surface, not to mention that the other party may have to cooperate with him in the future, "My Sequence 6 potion name is ......"

Speaking of which, she hesitated.

"...... 'Witch of Pleasure'."

Although Angel didn't mean anything else when she pronounced the name, she was already a little ashamed to hear the words after knowing most of the ways to play the "Witch of Pleasure".

Apparently sitting across from him, Sherlock was not ignorant of this, and he was stunned for a moment, then bluntly changed the subject:

"Ahem, I took the time to go to the 'Harvest Church' last week, and the vampire named Emlyn White said that he was going to convert to Mother Earth Goddess, and he was actually released by the priest."

"He swore that he would not be converted......"

Angel was also a little surprised, but he didn't expect the vampire, who was locked behind the stone gate for half a month and still refused to let go, actually gave in like this.

Of course it was false, he triumphantly commented that the tall priest was a deceitful man, and left the church, but returned in a hurry less than half an hour, saying that his mind was full of the emblem of life, and that his hands were itching to clean the church with a broom, and at last I hired a carriage to take him away and send him home. Seeing him like that, I am afraid that it will not be long before he will go back, put on a priest's uniform, and serve the believers with devotion to him. ”

Is this evil? Or is it some kind of psychological suggestion?

Angel guessed, thinking of the priest's "Nightmare Candle" and mourning for the vampire for a second in her heart.

She then asked Sherlock if he had finished reading the occult book and if he could borrow it, and the latter readily agreed, and went back to the second floor, where a few minutes later he brought a book bound in parchment, with a black cover that was worn out at all corners and looked very old, with the title of the book written in Hermes, "The Book of Secrets", and the author "Karaman".

After deliberating, Angel exchanged the notes of the Abrahamic family that he had obtained a few days ago, as well as a recipe for an "apprentice", for a week's borrowing time for the Book of Secrets.

Of course, Abraham's notes were copied by her, removing the recipes for the "master trickster" and the "astrologer", otherwise the notes with three recipes would be worth much more than the cost of borrowing the Book of Secrets.

"How can this notebook have a feeling of abrupt stop......"

After a cursory glance, Sherlock pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at Angel, and asked suspiciously.

"Because the owner of the note is dead, to be exact, I found it in the place where he died."

Angel tells the "master key", asks the vampire Emlyn, and finally goes to Verdi Street in the South Side to find the note.

"The master key that made us lose our way and meet the 'Devil Dog' was actually created after the death of the owner of this notebook?" Sherlock was also amazed at what had happened to the descendant of Abraham, and then put down the transcribed notes and said, "Can I borrow that master key and study it with this notebook?" ”

Is he going to divinate the key and get more information? Well, maybe this authentic soothsayer doesn't quite believe in my divination skills and wants to try it out for himself......

Angel was a little indignant at the thought of "divination", but nodded anyway, took out the brass key from her pocket, which she had rarely carried recently, and handed it to Sherlock.

"Beware of the curse on it, it's best not to go out with it."

She reminded the other carefully.

The detective reached out and took it, but instead stared at the key in his hand for a few seconds, then suddenly crouched down and pressed it against the carpet beneath his feet, twisting it in a half-circle like a lock.

In an instant, his whole body fell into the carpet that fluctuated like water ripples and disappeared in front of Angel's eyes.

"Bang-"

In the next second, the flames of the fireplace next to him soared, and Sherlock's figure walked out of the flames.

"As I thought, it can be used not only for door locks and walls, but also for floors that are not too thick."

He looked like he was in control of the flames flashing back to the living room from the basement, but the dust in his hair and wrinkled shirt still told him of his embarrassment.

He was answered by Angel's unfigurative laughter.

(End of chapter)