The two-wheeled carriage, which had no external markings, drove all the way from the West End through the Joe Wood District, and as it approached the East End, to Angel's surprise, the wheels in front of the right came off the axle and rolled down the stone road, plunging the carriage into a small chaos.

Holding back a smile, she watched as Savilia angrily reprimanded the member of the sect who was driving, and then sat down with Angel when another similar-looking carriage arrived.

"Fortunately, we were going to change cars around here, otherwise we would have hired a carriage to go to the suburbs."

Severia explained with a grim face, but Angel always felt that she was calling another carriage on the fly, because the coachman was not familiar with their destination, and had to correct the direction under her constant command.

The carriage circled the outer end of the East End to a small road in the eastern suburbs of Beckland, and did not stop at a small town until the sun was high. Led by Sevilia, Angel walked out from the other side of the town, and after a little more detour, he entered a hidden cave beside the rushing tributary of the Tasok River.

"At first I thought I would meet the desperate lady in a luxury villa in Queens, and then I thought it would be nice to be in the hidden alleys of the East End, but I didn't expect ......"

Angel looked around at the primitive cave with no traces of artificial excavation, and said with a hint of amusement:

“…… It will be in this damp and cold cave. ”

"Just tell me what you say, and when you see Lady Panatia, you'd better take the thorns from your body."

To her surprise, Savelia did not refute these words, but reminded in a low voice, her face no longer showing the usual temptation and indifference, but a solemn face.

The two walked one after the other through the moss-covered cavern and entered the narrow tunnel, which suddenly opened up when the sound of running water could barely be heard from the outside world, and at the end there appeared a paved stone path, a hand-carved stone pillar, and a heavy gate.

This looks like an underground palace, or at least a large stronghold, and it can't be a base for the Witch Cult to hide and transit slaves, right? But how come there are no guards, not even the lights are lit?

Angel watched with some surprise as Severia pushed open the door on one side and passed through the gap, and then a dull voice came from behind the door:

"Hurry up, Lady Despair is down there."

She followed as she said, there was direct sunlight behind the door, it didn't look like it was underground at all, surrounded by thick stone pillars, which didn't look like they had been made recently, but were at least hundreds of years old, and the gray slate on the ground was neat but full of cracks, which would not be too different from the age of the stone pillars.

Looking up, the center of the tall stone dome had partially collapsed, revealing the branches of the trees swaying in the wind and the sun hanging high in the sky.

Underneath the gap, in the middle of the hall, stood a stone altar with wooden crates scattered on it, the blood oozing from under the chests had long since dried up, and it was unknown how long it had been there.

Could it be that this is some ancient ruin, which was discovered and excavated by the Witch Sect and "recycled"?

With her shallow knowledge of history, she also knew that there were many ancient ruins of the early Fifth and even Quaternary periods near Beckland, and the ruins where she was currently located were only a few kilometers away from the Eastern End, and the ruins of the Quaternary Tudor period where the sealed evil spirit she encountered last week were actually under the Queens of Beckland.

If the whole of Beckland and the surrounding area were hollowed out, there might be dozens of ruins and mausoleums of different styles underground...... Did the Witch Sect choose this place with some kind of planning, or was it a no-man's-land to look for at random?

Puzzled, Angel followed the silent Savilia through the stone door on the other side of the ruins hall, and continued down the winding passage for a few minutes to a windowless room.

On the way, she didn't encounter any guards, as if there were only two of them in this ancient, hidden ruin.

It wasn't until she stepped into the room that she saw the target of her trip, Panatia, the "Lady of Despair" repeatedly mentioned in the words of the two pleasure witches, Severia and Lola.

The latter was dressed in a white robe, his hair haphazardly pulled back behind his head, his back to the door, facing a full-length mirror, the edges of which were smeared with a dark red gooey that was dissolving and evaporating at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Knowing that this was mirror communication, Angel instinctively glanced towards the center of the mirror, but the angle was not good, and he could only see the darkness that occasionally came out of the shrouded fog.

"Lady of Despair."

Severia respectfully half-bent down and said hello.

Angel also followed her example and stood by the door, without saying a word.

Time passed in the silent conversation between Panatia and the man in the mirror, until the mirror returned to normal and the communication potion was completely depleted, and the white-robed woman turned around and looked at Angel with a pair of sparkling eyes.

She has a bright appearance, but there is no trace of gaudy, like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world, so that Angel has almost been dusted in the bottom of her heart, and her primitive desire for women has been gradually provoked, and this contains a little violent impulse, wanting to destroy her beauty and holiness.

Obviously, this is a seductive power that is far superior to "pleasure......

"You're Erin Watson, the witch who came to Beckland from Tingen?"

A pleasant female voice sounded in her ears, Angel nodded involuntarily, and then she was horrified to find that the action just now did not pass through her mind at all, and she responded completely subconsciously.

Is this the effect of a magical object, or is it the influence of her words? Or is it some kind of "divination" that uses dialogue to resist only being resisted by my counter-divination?

At this moment, she had a lot of thoughts, but before she could think of an answer, Panatia's next sentence slowed her heart by half a beat:

"So, take off your disguise, new Witch of Pleasure."

"What?"

The exclamation was Severia, who was standing obediently on the side, she was even more surprised than Angel, who was revealed, and subconsciously took two steps sideways, her eyes lingering on the ordinary-looking witch for a long time.

"Yes, Lady Despair."

Angel looked calm, she held the frantic ring between her fingers, and gently took it off, her black hair and round face changed back to her "true appearance" in an instant: long brown hair came from Ms. D, the lake blue eyes belonged to Lola Swan, and her facial features were somewhat similar to Audrey's, but they were also fine-tuned to avoid being recognized by Severia.

She believed that as a high-ranking member of the Witch Cult, Lady Despair must have seen Witches of Pleasure such as Mitis and Lady Sharon, and instead of using them as materials to fabricate the extraordinary characteristics of the "Facelings", she cobbled together a new face, hidden under the effect of the "Ring of Madness", as another layer of insurance.

Sure enough, the demigod easily saw through her psychological disguise.

If the Facelings were seen through, they would have been able to show their true faces, but if they had stabbed the cause of Mrs. Sharon's death, they would probably know that many of Tingen's plans were sabotaged due to my "betrayal", which would be the worst-case scenario......

Angel thought a little apprehensively, but apart from Severia's eyes wide in surprise, the desperate lady in the white robe did not make any further movements.

"I'm sorry, Lady of Despair, but I ...... I was ashamed that I couldn't see through her disguise. ”

The most nervous thing in the room was that she had met Angel no less than ten times, but she had never doubted the ordinary appearance of the "witch", a few drops of sweat had oozed from her face, and her eyes kept moving between Angel and Panatia.

"Don't worry, Severia," Panatia said softly, her gaze lingering on Angel's face for a moment, then at the Ring of Madness in her hand, "She's now the same as Ling, and she's disguised with magical items, and if I'm in your place, I'm afraid I'll only think she's an outlier among witches, not hiding her true appearance." ”

"But I'm more curious than the origin of this magical item, where did you get the complete recipe for the 'Pleasure' potion?"

(End of chapter)