"This snooping is from the 'fallen Creator,' you don't need to care, but don't divulge the secrets here."

Mr. Fool, shrouded in gray mist at the head of the long table, tapped the table and said in a deep voice.

This statement reassured everyone in the Tarot Society: Mr. Fool already knew that the snooper was the "true creator", and he didn't take it to heart at all.

"Same as my response when I reported on the Witch Cult's investigation of the Tarot Society......"

Angel thought secretly, his eyes aimed at the other members, the upside-down man was thoughtful, the sun was a little dazed, and the justice and magician beside him should have also reported the relevant information in advance, so he didn't show too much surprise, as for Mr. World......

She looked at the end of the long table, and the man in the hooded robe, whose face was covered in gray mist, was the same as usual, and there was no movement, so that it was impossible to guess his psychology.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Fool," it was Miss Justice who spoke first, and she looked around until all eyes were focused before continuing, "but we still have to keep a low profile, especially in Beckland, where there are many secret sects and the power of the Aurora Society is strong. ”

"I'm still at sea, so I don't have to worry about the 'Aurora Meeting' coming to my door, but you'd better have less contact with them in Beckland, heh, I remember I mentioned that a long time ago."

The Hanged Man chuckled and responded, his gaze passing from Angel to the magician.

Apparently he thinks that these people are all in Beckland, and they should be careful.

"I think the one to worry about the most is Mr. Sun, one of his elders is a believer in the 'True Creator.'" The world said in a hoarse voice, looking at the sun next to the upside-down hangman, "Did you cover up accordingly before you attended the tarot meeting today?" ”

The tall Mr. Sun straightened his waist and replied:

"Yes, I would fall asleep alone and enter here in my sleep, and now I have developed the habit of resting from time to time, so that I can attend the party without suspicion when Mr. Fool informs me."

"It's good, you're a quick learner."

The hanged man, who had taught him many times to evade censorship with crooked ways, said with relief.

After agreeing to keep a low profile until at least the end of the year, the group moved on to the next topic, where Miss "The Magician" shared her experience meeting a member of Abraham's family and asked if they knew anything about the family's history.

Mr. Hanged Man, who had gained £500 in the deal with Angel, was in good spirits and shared his knowledge of history for free, telling the story of the rise and fall of this ancient family that originated in the Quaternary Age.

Angel had already learned about this from the inside of the Night Church and the notes of Abraham's descendants, but Miss Magician still listened with relish, which made her suspect that the other party was also a newcomer to the occult.

……

After the crimson light flashed, Angel returned to her study, and she quickly went to the basement, took out the extraordinary trait of the "shepherd" that belonged to Ms. D, with a glimmer of light in the darkness, and offered it to Mr. Fool through a sacrificial ceremony.

A moment later, as the gray mist surged, there was an additional image in her mind.

Mr. Hanged Man, who was hooded but still had a handful of dark blue hair sticking out of the brim, replied: "Thank you, Mr. Fool, I have received both the production cost and the extraordinary characteristics. Please tell Miss Queen, if nothing else, I will be able to give her the magical item through a sacrifice before the next tarot meeting, and hopefully she will be able to make up the remaining 500 pounds by then.

He replied to me specifically to remind me of the 500 pounds......

Angel was still a little apprehensive, after all, the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 5 were worth more than 8,000 pounds, but after receiving the reply from the hanged man, she had no choice but to feel helpless.

After buying materials and crafting communication potions, she had less than £700 in cash left, and after handing over the £500 "referral fee" this week, she would soon be in poverty again.

"I have to find a way to make money, I recently provoked the 'Aurora Society', and to avoid them from tracking down the Tarot Society, I can't go to Mr. A's gathering, it seems that I can only sell some recipes or magical items at other parties...... I wonder if anyone will buy the master key? ”

With a way to make money in her mind, she left the gloomy basement.

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On Wednesday afternoon, Angel came to Severia's house as usual to report on the situation in the past few days.

The Witch of Pleasure, who attended various banquets every night to the point that her skin was a little dull from exhaustion, received her with a yawn, and upon learning that Sherman had finally begun planning to assassinate a certain target, Severia commented disdainfully:

"Maybe it was a mistake to get him into the sect, originally these 'assassins' should have been trained by the 'Gnosis Society', and only those with outstanding abilities were sent here, but unfortunately no one has followed these rules recently......"

Angel originally thought that the Gnosis Society was a secret sect similar to the Witch Sect, with the "Assassin" and "Apprentice" pathways as the mainstay, but listening to Severia's statement, they seemed to be a subordinate organization of the Witch Sect, recruiting subordinates and sending talents for the sect.

She secretly wrote down this knowledge and replied casually:

"Maybe he just lacks some experience, and no one is born a skilled 'assassin'."

"Hmph, he's already handed it over to you anyway, as long as he doesn't mutiny, you don't need to tell me anything else." Sevilia waved her hand in disinterest, "The last time I mentioned to you about the ball was tomorrow night, you get ready, come to my house in the afternoon." ”

"Ready?"

"Costumes, etiquette, these need to be carefully prepared, you have already attended many salons and tea parties among the nobles, the night balls will only be more formal than them, remember to read more of the aristocratic etiquette manual I gave you, don't make a fool of yourself tomorrow night, it will be the focus of the audience, you don't want to have that kind of experience."

Severia took a sip of her coffee, the unsweetened black coffee lifted her spirits a lot, and her tone was mocking.

"I wanted to ask last time, why do you need me to go to that prom?" Angel frowned and asked, "Could it be that you want to introduce me to which nobleman?" Oh, it's a pity that no one will look at it. ”

Severia scoffed at the rhetorical question.

"You think too highly of yourself, the task of the Earl Hall's family is over, I just help you find something else to do, such as keeping an eye on a certain young lady and telling her not to run around, lest it ruin our plans."

"Plans? Is it the kind of thing that looks like it's doing things for a sect, but it's really just about making your assets appreciate? ”

Angel also retorted unceremoniously, these days of contact, she has figured out the temperament of this happy witch, as long as she completes the task she has assigned, she will not use power or put on a stand with her superiors in the usual battle of words.

"Well, first of all, promoting the actions of the Air Pollution Committee is also part of the plan, and I'm just using their influence a little; Secondly, I'm not talking about this kind of small fight, but a really big plan, you just need to know that if it happens, your contribution and my contribution will make the next road to promotion extremely smooth. ”

Big Plan...... Could it be that the big thing Lola said was coming?

Recalling the conversation with Lola, Angel quietly asked:

"Really big plans, executed by the two of us? It doesn't sound too 'big'......"

"Settle your place, witch, I'm one of the executors, you're just a pawn of mine," the slightly mocking remark made Severia sit up straight, "and early next month, the lady will return to Beckland, and you'll have a chance to meet the real 'demigod' form." ”

After saying this, she herself also showed a trace of longing and expectation.

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When Severia rode in the carriage of Baron Langdon's family to a manor in Queens, the sky had completely darkened, and the red moon was gradually rounding up in the sky, shining the moonlight on the earth through the rare thin mist.

Angel is wearing a long dress with a complex design today, the inner petticoat is full of three layers, which is worn with the help of Severia's maid, and the jewelry also uses a Severia pearl necklace, originally she also wanted Angel to wear earrings, but she gave up because there were no piercings.

Fortunately, she deliberately wears long skirts and dancing shoes as her daily attire these days, otherwise she is now wearing this heavy long skirt, maybe she will really make a fool of herself frequently as Severia said, and "become the focus of the audience".

Entering the main hall with stained glass and crystal ceiling lights, Angel was immediately struck by the luxury of the place, which she thought was just a small social ball, but it was beyond her imagination.

The hall has two floors, the first floor is arranged as a dance hall in the center, and the two sides are in the form of bands.

The second-floor corridor surrounds the perimeter, and guests lean against the railing, whispering conversations, their eyes occasionally sweeping the first-floor lobby as busy waiters walk through, handing over drinks and collecting empty glasses. Every now and then a gentleman would come up to the lady and invite her to dance a song, and then the two would go to the center of the first floor and dance to the music.

"That's the son of Viscount Caraton, and next to him is Baron Fanis, he's been a little depressed lately," Severia glanced over the guests and whispered to Angel beside her, "The one in the red dress in the distance is Viscount Winster's widow, she is dressed very boldly today, she must have an idea for someone......"

Angel followed Severia to know Beckland's upper-middle circle with a blank face, and her eyes casually looked around, when she suddenly noticed a familiar man walking towards them.

"This is ...... Viscount Glerinte, I think you're already familiar with it. ”

Severia also noticed the visitor, whispered a word, and greeted him.

"Your Excellency, I didn't expect to see you here."

(End of chapter)