Ignoring the burning sensation that came and went faster, Angel opened the door as usual and went straight into the basement in the dark.

She didn't know if Severia's "call" was urgent, so she didn't rush to the West End as soon as possible, but planned to make all preparations first, bring the magical items she needed, pray to Mr. Fool for blessings, and then go to the appointment, if she could sleep beautifully before this, then she would not hesitate to praise the Witch of Pleasure.

Of course, if the next curses follow one after another, indicating that the other party wants to arrive as soon as possible, then she will make other arrangements.

Fortunately, Angel turned out all the storm converging bullets made these days and sorted them out, and put the magical items on the table, and the second curse did not come.

"Then I can go back to ...... the next morning"

She muttered, looking at the items on the table, which would be an important guarantee that she would survive the next day.

"Good luck" revolvers, equipped with homemade special cartridges;

the "Sun Brooch" he just got from Sherlock, his "Rose Necklace" and "Ring of Madness";

Hidden Emblem;

the extraordinary properties of the "Faceling";

Finally, the "magic pocket watch" brought from Tingen.

Except for the pocket watch and the Secret Emblem, the rest was obtained during her few months in Beckland, and although she had lived a tight life in the big city during this time, she knew that this magical object had surpassed all the seals possessed by an entire team of official Extraordinaries in many secondary dioceses, and it could be called a luxurious configuration.

Unfortunately, the enemy she will face is not something that a normal team can solve......

With a deep sigh, Angel picked up the "Faceling" trait and began to prepare for tomorrow's meeting.

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Early the next morning, Angel, who had not yet made up for her sleep, woke up in a burst of burning sensations.

Pulling out the hair double she had with her, almost burned to ashes by the slight curse, she knew that Severia was impatient.

After a quick wash, Angel took the magical items with her, checked the wand and mirror, and placed the bullets, pistols, and charms in handy before arranging the improvised altar and offering prayers to Mr. Fool.

As the secret ritual took effect, an "angel" carrying twelve pairs of black wings on its back merged with Angel's spirit body in a crimson light, and layers of black wings enveloped her and then merged into her body.

This "hug" was extraordinarily warm.

"Praise to Mr. Fool!"

Angel thanked him heartily, then packed up the altar and left his home.

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"I thought you would come last night, and even prepared a room for you to spend the night, but I didn't expect you to dare to delay until this morning?"

In Baron Langdon's mansion, Angel meets the somewhat angry Witch of Pleasure, Severia, who has changed into a neutral casual dress, which is different from the seductive posture of the past, and looks a little heroic, reminding Angel of Lady Sharon who broke into the Nightwatch's residence to assassinate her.

"I thought I'd come right now if you called me with a curse one more time, but you didn't do that until this morning."

Angel explained with a smile.

"You mean, it's actually me who is wrong?"

Surprised that Angel dared to refute directly, Severia raised an eyebrow, but instead of dwelling on the topic, she took her to the back door of the mansion and got into a small carriage without any markings.

Angel discovers that it is not the driver of the Baron's Court, but a man in a hooded cloak, which she suspects is also from the Witch Sect, a peripheral member like Sherman.

When the carriage began to move, Severia pulled up the curtains on both sides, plunging the carriage into darkness, and then stared at Angel and whispered:

"I'm sure you've guessed why I summoned you, right?"

"Lady Despair is back in Beckland?"

Angel already knew this, but still pretended to be a little apprehensive, and asked cautiously.

"It seems that you still have the corresponding wisdom in this kind of big thing," it seems that because Angel did not arrive in time last night, there is always an inexplicable emotion in Sevelia's words at this time, "When you meet that lady, I believe you will know what to say and what not to say." ”

"Don't say" means using the public for personal gain, taking advantage of the opportunity to find out the targets of the Air Pollution Investigation Commission to free ride their own industry, or is it a pleasure to mingle in aristocratic dinners, often even disappearing for days?

Angel sneered and nodded in understanding.

Seeing that Severia leaned back in satisfaction, as if she was about to close her eyes and recuperate, she couldn't help but ask:

"So, where will we meet?"

"Relax, there's still a long way to go, and we're going to the eastern suburbs of Beckland."

Squinting her eyes, Severia said slowly.

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"I'm sorry, Your Highness the Prince, but after many days of visiting, divination, and channeling, I have not found any possibility other than heart disease, and perhaps Talim really died of a sudden illness, not a ...... Some unknowable problem. ”

Crane said in a deliberately slow tone, before coming to the Red Rose Manor in the western suburbs, he deliberately put on a crumpled shirt and a dusty coat, and used the ability of "Faceling" in advance to make himself dry skin, messy stubble, and even make a pair of dark circles, turning himself into a poor detective who stayed up late every day and had no clue about the case at hand.

The Prince Edsax Augustus in front of him has a completely different temperament, his hair is meticulously groomed, he is wearing a well-tailored shirt and a light yellow waistcoat, and the collar pins, armstitches and other trinkets look inconspicuous, but any one can buy several sets of Klein's full-body clothing.

But his face was a little angry, his round face was serious, his eyes were withdrawn from the golf course outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and he looked at the detective beside him, and then he was stunned, as if he had just discovered that this detective was so haggard and helpless.

"I know," he said in a calm tone, with a hint of apology, "Sure enough, it's still too reluctant for you, I'll let someone else take over the case, and you write me a report of everything you know as soon as possible, and then the commission will be completed." ”

"Okay."

Crane breathed a sigh of relief that the prince had finally let go, the powerless detective, and no longer tried to get him involved in the royal family.

"I've already brought the report, and I have a habit of summarizing while investigating."

As he continued, he took a folded piece of paper from his trench coat and handed it to Prince Edsak, who took it, glanced at it casually, handed it to the attendant beside him, and then commanded:

"Finkel, you send a carriage to take Detective Moriarty back to the city," he looked at the old butler in the corner, and then looked back at Klein after the other man nodded, "Moriarty, if you have any new clues, you can always come to the manor to find me." ”

I still want to live a few more years, and now you haven't gotten rid of suspicion yourself...... Crane squeezed out a smile, nodded in agreement, and then followed the old butler Finkel out of the room, back to the entrance of the manor, and retrieved his weapon.

A few minutes later, a carriage drove out of the vast lawn in front of the manor, and Crane stared at the distant buildings by the window, then smiled self-deprecatingly and drew the curtains.

"In this case, the matter will be settled, and it is none of my business whether the prince will ask for another master or give it up. It's a pity for Talim, the real cause of his death is probably ......"

He looked down in thought, and suddenly he had an idea, and looked in the direction of the car door alertly.

With a "snap", the door opened and closed quickly, as if a breeze was blowing into the dull carriage.

Before Klein's hand could reach the handle of the gun, a figure appeared in the seat of the car across from him. She was wearing a complicated and old-fashioned black dress, her face looked as if she had just become an adult, and the combination of facial features on her round face was not perfect, but she concealed a gentle and sweet temperament, with a natural temptation, which made people can't help but observe carefully.

"Triss?"

He immediately recognized the witch of pleasure that he had only talked to Angel about yesterday and had almost killed him in Tingen, and his eyes subconsciously aimed at her left hand.

On the little finger of her left hand was the sapphire ring she had seen in her divination.

"You know me! It's impossible for an extraordinary detective not to pay attention to a wanted criminal like me......" Triss, who was recognized at a glance, was not surprised, the corners of her mouth turned up, and a happy smile appeared, "This is easy to do, when you return to the city, immediately find the Substitute Punisher, the Night Watchman, or the Machine Heart, and say that I killed Talim, that I committed a bloody crime in Tingen, and let them come and arrest me, right away!" ”

"I've got a four-figure bounty on my head, it's all yours, and if you want, I don't mind letting you experience the ultimate in 'pleasure' before you get captured......

…… This guy is completely insane as Angel said!

The thought ran through Klein's head irrepressibly.

(End of chapter)