Woo –

With the roar of the whistle, a steam train pulls into the train station in Beckland.

Under the thick haze, the passengers who walked out of the carriages, tall and short, dressed in different clothes, were already at night, and it was not safe to travel late at night, so this was the last train of the day, after which the station will enter more than 10 hours of rest time to welcome the next day's busy early morning.

A tall and thin staff member holding a red pennant directs the passengers who are slowly walking to the exit in the dim light and dim mist, and this tedious work soon makes him yawn and look forward to the end of the day when the steam train has unloaded passengers and cargo and left the platform.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and out of the fog came a lady who did not fit in with the dirty environment around the platform, she was wearing an Indisian-style long dress, a shawl with a pile that covered the bare parts of her upper body, she looked only about 20 years old, her loose hair was covered by a pale hat, and her perfect facial features made her face a little unreal.

He involuntarily greeted him, with a hint of flattery, a hint of flattery, and asked in a low voice:

"Beautiful lady, is there anything you need help with?"

A smile appeared on the dignified and holy face of the lady in the long skirt, and she handed the small suitcase she was carrying to the staff:

"Since you're going to help, carry it."

With the staff member who volunteered to carry her luggage, the lady walked through the haze, and the fog that grew thicker as the night fell, did not stop her vision in the slightest.

"I haven't been back to Beckland in a while, has the smog been so bad here?"

She asked, seemingly inadvertently.

"It's even more serious in December, ma'am," replied the staff member with his suitcase, surprised at the lady's physical strength, "but don't worry, I read in the newspaper that next year there will be a new bill passed to limit the emission of exhaust gases from factories and promote the use of anthracite, and the smog will soon be reduced." ”

He was selling the knowledge he had only heard from his colleagues at lunch.

"Really? That's a shame......"

"What, what?"

Hearing the lady's strange response, he looked forward with some curiosity.

At this time, the two had walked out of the platform and came to the side of the street, and the beautiful lady took the suitcase from the staff member's hand, leaned close to his ear, and whispered in a soft, pleasant voice:

"I mean, after helping such a beautiful lady carry her luggage, shouldn't you find a corner, choose a way to die in line with your identity, and keep this memory in your heart forever?"

With that, she carried the suitcase and walked towards a four-wheeled carriage with a beautiful and luxurious appearance, bearing the coat of arms of Baron Langdon.

The enthusiastic staff member bent down and saluted after a brief moment of stunned and returned to the train station.

His steps quickened, and he hurried to the platform with a little shortness of breath.

In two minutes, the last train was leaving, and now back on the platform, there was still time to commit suicide by lying on the tracks.

This is a very suitable way to die in line with who you are, and what the lady wants.

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"It is said that the 'Lady of Despair' is not a murderous person, and as long as I don't reveal my true identity, she has no reason to hurt me."

Angel took a sip of coffee and said slowly.

"And I'm well prepared, there is a predetermined magical item that will be available in a few days, and Mr. Fool may have promised a corresponding blessing, plus my own anti-divination, will be enough for this meeting."

Sherlock in front of her, still with doubts on his face, left the living room after a moment, went for a walk to the second floor, and returned to Angel a few minutes later, holding a dark gold brooch in the shape of a sunbird.

"You take it with you, this sun brooch has all kinds of extraordinary abilities against resentful spirits, necromancy, and more importantly, when wearing it, the user will be immune to most fears, even if you have used the 'magic pocket watch', it can cancel out most of the side effects, of course, the brooch itself has negative effects, I think you already knew it at the gathering of the Eyes of Wisdom."

As soon as she received the sun brooch, Angel felt that the surroundings became hot, as if she had entered the middle of summer, stepping into the desert, and even the air she inhaled into her lungs became hot and dry, she tried to inject the spirit into the brooch, and after quickly understanding its ability and use, she put it back on the table, and then felt that the temperature in the living room with the fireplace burning was so cool and pleasant.

If I wore it, I was afraid that I would sweat as soon as I saw the "Desperate Lady", and I would seem more weak and scared, and I would be more likely to find out that something was wrong...... However, its ability to defeat some enemies is not the "witches", but Ince Zangwill, who has already jumped to the "Sleepless" path.

Of course, even if you bring this magical item, it is too bold to talk about the demigods of "restraint" Sequence 4, and it can only increase the cost of escaping a few points......

And......

"If you give me such a valuable magical item, if I die, won't it all be cheap 'Lady of Despair'?"

She squeezed out a smile and joked, trying to lighten up the atmosphere in the room.

"It's not funny at all," Sherlock pursed his lips, his face becoming more serious, "by the way, you leave the Master Key behind, it can only open some non-spiritual locks, but it can make you lose your way while fleeing for your life, or even turn around and crash back into the enemy." ”

Angel didn't refute, and obediently handed over the brass key sealed in the bullet box by the Spirit Wall.

This key has helped her track down the Apostle of Desire, but it may also have led her to the "Lady of Despair", which is really not suitable for taking with her.

"Finally, there's a little bit of good news," Sherlock's face finally looked a little better after the exchange of magical items, "I heard from an informant in the East Side that my teacher might be able to help us a little in Beckland, but I heard that he is wanted by the military." ”

"Wanted by the military? Wouldn't it be because of the cooperation between the Witch Sect and the royal family? ”

Angel guessed that the other party was talking about Mr. Azik, who had seen the two of them affected by "0-08", and that this mysterious teacher was likely to have the strength of the high sequence.

"Perhaps, but it is not ruled out that someone is trying to interfere with him and force him away from Beckland, so that he does not have an impact on the plans of these people, which shows that the people behind the scenes are jealous of his abilities."

Sherlock analyzed, his eyes a little wandering, as if he was recalling the teacher's past.

"I'll try to get in touch with him, maybe it will help you."

This guy ...... After using all the methods at his disposal, he sent himself to follow me into battle...... But taking him to meet the "Lady of Despair" is afraid that the situation will be even worse......

Angel raised her cup to hide her expression, and after gulping down the coffee, she stopped Sherlock from pouring the coffee.

"So be it, I'll go back to sleep tonight and continue to make some preparations, lest the people sent by Prince Edsak to spy on you think that you are not doing your job every day."

She quipped.

“…… Isn't he like that......" Sherlock whispered, quickly standing up under Angel's scrutinizing gaze, "I mean, you can just move in with me, there are quite a lot of empty rooms here." Of course, after I settle the case on the prince's side. ”

"There are a lot of empty rooms, but are you sure you can use them?"

Angel sneered, picked up the sun brooch on the table, and shuddered at the sudden burning sensation.

Hearing her near-default answer, Sherlock sent Angel out of the door with a smile on his lips, then slowly closed the door, looked at the living room that had become deserted again, and sighed.

He slowly walked to the study, found a file bag, took out all the pages inside, and spread them out on the table.

It was an unfinished investigative report, an investigative report on Talim's death.

He was going to stay up late today to finish it, and tomorrow he was going to finish Prince Edsak's commission.

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"Shared house...... It's really a money-saving way, and it's also more convenient and safer......"

Late at night, Angel, who returned to 47 Red Rose Street, stood in front of the door, looking up at the house she had lived in for three months, with a smile on her lips.

"In the room, I don't have to continue to wear a ring to disguise, he can show his true face......"

With all this in mind, Angel made up her mind to go to her landlord, Mrs. Warris, early tomorrow morning to discuss the matter of quitting the rent.

"You can't be like the rude Fusaks in her eyes, who disappear without giving back the rent."

Pulling out the key and about to open the door to go home, Angel suddenly felt a burning sensation in her chest, which was not strong, but it made her heart fall to the bottom.

It was a warning from the occult double who intercepted the curse pointed at her, and in Beckland, there was only one person who could cast a curse on her - Severia, the "Witch of Pleasure".

This only means one possibility:

"Lady of Despair" is back in Beckland.

Woo wow, thank you for the league leader of the egg dog!

(End of chapter)