Angel would have liked to try to have a beam of light travel back and forth between the two mirrors to see what the effect would be, but the soft but unfocused glow of the gas lamp in the room stillstilled her experiment.

"Maybe with such an experiment, I can go to the university in Beckland and get a certificate of admission."

She smiled self-deprecatingly, watching as the scene in the mirror slowly faded away, and the potions that had been applied to it vanished as if they had evaporated, leaving a smooth mirror that reflected the normal phantom of the room.

Thinking of college, Angel remembered Lily Granger and the threatening letters she received, but unfortunately the detectives didn't even have to stay for 24 hours, so they shouldn't have gained anything, and it didn't help for her to rush over.

Packing up her mood, she took the three bottles of communication potions, took the book of Secrets, which she had already copied in advance, and took a mercenary carriage to Minsk Street in Jowood District, and pulled the doorbell of the two-story house at No. 15.

She tried to get used to the elaborate dress that was fashionable in Bakeland, she was dressed in an ankle-low dress with a thick shawl and a floppy hat draped from a fine checkered mesh on her head.

As soon as she went out, she found that many women on the street were dressed like this, and the effect of the "Ring of Madness" made her instantly blend in with the crowd, even better than a hooded cape.

Jingle Bell –

Not long after the crisp bell rang, the door was opened, and Sherlock Moriarty, who was wearing a gray sweater, was blown by the cold wind outside the door, and the words of welcome were swallowed back into his stomach.

has been here many times, and the other party is a believer in the fool, Angel naturally has a sense of closeness to him, so he is not polite, and directly sits down on the single sofa by the window.

Taking off the floppy hat and setting it aside, Angel returned the Book of Secrets to the detective, who had already entered the depths of winter and had been wearing a sweater all the time, and the latter went upstairs to put it away, before returning to the living room, adding some charcoal to the fireplace, and sitting down across from Angel.

"You're ...... today"

"The Master Key......

The two of them spoke at the same time, and at the same time they kept their mouths shut and waited for the other to say first, and the corner of the room fell into a brief silence.

"Ahem, I've tried divination," Sherlock said first, and he pulled the brass key out of his pocket and placed it on the table, "It does contain some kind of curse that is far higher than its own order, probably the whisper of some higher order being, and combined with what happened to the owner of the notebook you described before his death, I judge that it was a cry from an ancient member of Abraham's family to his descendants." ”

"The rest is all my guess, not necessarily right. His cry will have an effect on those who have become extraordinary among the descendants of the Abrahamic family, causing them to be spiritually unstable, and this effect is strongest during the full moon, especially the blood moon, which can easily cause Abraham to lose control and even die outright. ”

Angel nodded knowingly: "So the person who was ready to make the Abraham family great again died on the spot because he took a potion on the night of the full moon, which directly caused him to lose control?" ”

"It should be so, this is the result of my analysis of the divination results, the content of the notes, and your narrative, and there is no guarantee that it is correct."

Having said that, Sherlock looked confident, clearly trusting the results of his analysis.

This is also in line with Angel's original analysis, but she did not understand the source of the curse on the master key, and she did not expect that this descendant of Abraham was killed by some strange whisper of her ancestors, which is simply ......

"It's like trying to make your Abrahamic family ...... Was he a traitor to the family, or did he have some kind of long-standing hatred for all of Abraham, which is why he kept issuing curses that made it almost impossible for the extraordinary beings of the Abrahamic family to survive for long? ”

Angel asked with a frown.

"Hatred? No, his horrible words were merely cries for help, and he may have begged his descendants for help, but the difference between the two was so great that the cry became fatal in the ears of the descendants, and killed them......"

The corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to smile, but eventually gave up.

"In addition, it is best not to carry this 'master key' with you on a full moon night, you can use a spiritual wall or a container that can isolate spirituality to seal it, and it is better to sell it once and for all."

"A spiritual wall? If I seal it in the room, how can I get out of the spiritual wall? ”

Angel asked rhetorically, turning her gaze to the brass key on the table as if looking at a ticking time bomb - after listening to Sherlock's analysis of the curse, she didn't want to use the magical item anymore.

"You can seal the small vessel with a spiritual wall, just like you close the altar, except that you are outside, not inside...... Wait, this method is written in the Book of Secrets, haven't you already read it? ”

I just finished copying it, and I haven't had time to read the rest of the part......

Angel blushed a little, and she took the brass key, sealing a bullet box with a simplified ritual in front of Sherlock, sealing the brass key inside. This will be a little more troublesome to use, but you can still avoid the negative effects of this magical item.

After solving this biggest problem, Angel's frustration with the shattering of his dream of being a "master of the occult" was also alleviated a lot, and the two continued to share some recent observations, as well as expressing concern that the "Fool" honor name would be known to outsiders, Angel saw that the time was almost up, and took out the most of the three communication potions and handed it to Sherlock.

"What is this? Looks like a concentrated healing potion......"

Holding the bottle to the light, Sherlock asked, confused.

"A potion for communication, not the one taken, but ......"

Angel tells Sherlock about the use of the potion.

"I'll carry a potion-coated mirror with me so you can reach me at any time, but it's best to save money, the material is not expensive, but after all, well, it's made from my blood."

In the end, Angel told the other party the raw materials of the potion, avoiding his senseless waste.

Sherlock took the vial and carefully studied the viscous liquid inside, as if it were a magical object, and then carefully put it in his pocket, asking, "Is it only one-way communication?" For example, I also apply a mirror in advance, and then you can hit it at any time...... Ahem, contact me? ”

"It's a pity, unless you have two potions, it's best to keep only one mirror active at all times, otherwise someone else will likely connect to your mirror if they apply a potion to me."

"Someone else? Who is it? ”

Raising his eyebrows, Sherlock's brown eyes revealing undisguised doubt.

Angel pulled out two other bottles, shook them in front of him, and replied, "Yes, I'm going to give them later, a friend, well, a female friend, and an extraordinary person who works under me." ”

Whether it was an illusion or not, she felt Sherlock's body relax when she had just sat upright.

"Well, that's good...... No, I mean, I'm also going to go out and go to St. George's, I've invested in a new invention, and I've reached a critical juncture where I might make a lot of money, and I'm going to have to check it out......"

He said something incoherently and stood up first.

Angel was also about to leave, so she nodded and stood up, but she was a little interested in the new invention in Sherlock's mouth, and asked curiously:

"New invention? Is it your own idea? ”

"No, I can only be regarded as an investor, but I did give a little advice, mostly Mr. Raypard's own creation, and the ...... of Russell the Great," Sherlock said in a somewhat frustrated tone, "a two-wheeled, foot-powered one-person vehicle, I'm going to call it, a bicycle." ”

It sounds like a bicycle, but Russell the Great had "invented" it, or at least left behind some manuscripts......

Angel empathizes with Sherlock's frustration, and many of her novel ideas are suppressed by the time-traveler from two hundred years ago, and only hates that she didn't come to this world three hundred years earlier.

Fortunately, Sherlock said that he and that Raypard were working on Rossell's preliminary design, and might soon be able to make a product that balanced convenience and price, either by making it themselves or selling the patent.

After celebrating him in advance, Angel and Sherlock left 15 Minsk Street, one after the other, and she had to deliver two more communication potions during the day today, and she was pressed for time.

……

At the Earl Hall's villa in Queens, after handing over the potion to "Just" Audrey, Angel came to the East End non-stop, and the biggest impact of this trip across Beckland was that there were two more "unlucky" drivers who needed to repair their axles or wheels, and although Angel gave them corresponding compensation, he was still a little unhappy.

"The negative effects of this 'Good Luck' revolver are too strong compared to my 'thirst for blood', could it be that the extraordinary trait it uses, the Scourge Priest of the 'Monster' path, actually has the ability to attract calamity and harm others nearby?"

Holding the wallet that was bleeding again, Angel came to Sherman's house in frustration, it was dusk at this time, and the second floor where Sherman lived did not turn on the light, but the other party was an assassin, and he could see it without turning on the light, so Angel still went up and knocked on the door, only to find out after a while that the new assassin was indeed not at home.

After a brief divination, Angel soon found Sherman at a nearby bar, where he was talking to another teenager who didn't look like a teenager at the bar, his back looked a bit like a woman, his body was thin, and his movements were gentle, and at first glance, Angel didn't even recognize him, until he went around to the other side and saw the other person's neutral face.

Seeing Angel coming, he hurriedly said a few words to the young man, walked out of the bar quickly, and walked through the street full of wanderers under the guidance of the former, and entered an alley opposite.

(End of chapter)