"Dear Lola Swan, or should I call you, Lola Pellet?

"After a month of absence, I hope you haven't forgotten me, Erin Watson, who worked with you. As I write this time, I have three things I would like to ask you.

"First of all, after the Great Smog, the 'Witch Sect' should have temporarily withdrawn from Beckland, I want to know the situation there, and if you are still investigating their cooperation with the Aurora Society and the royal family?

"Secondly, what is the condition of the Sherman I handed over to you? Ready to be promoted to 'Instigator'? If he's too far behind due to the restrictions I've placed on him, I'd like you to teach him the quick way to master the power of potions - limited to a certain oath that I can't teach myself.

"One last question, I think you can guess as well: you seem to have a close relationship with the 'ageless' witch Caterina Pelle and the 'Sick Lieutenant General' Tracy, if it's convenient, can you tell me why you're hiding this? And, which side are you on?

“…… Above is my messenger's summoning spell, looking forward to your reply. ”

Putting down her pen, Angel looked at the candle swaying in the waves, paused for a moment, expertly constructed the rudimentary altar, and used the spell to summon her own messenger, Lady Winza.

Perhaps after this adventure, the plan to make items for solidifying spells is also on the agenda, and it is too much trouble to summon them with the altar every time...... Feeling the slight shaking of the cabin, looking at the black cat that emerged from the spirit world and landed lightly on the table, Angel thought to himself.

"I didn't expect you to own a ghost ship built in the Fourth Age, remember to let it not block me from entering next time."

Lady Winza, who always picked up and walked away when sending letters, spoke rarely, still indistinguishable from man or woman, but with a hint of surprise.

Preventing you from entering? But I see that you jumped into the cabin in a pretty relaxed position...... Angel laughed awkwardly and replied:

"I'm just a guest of this ship and have no authority to order it."

I didn't even know that this ship was built in the last era, doesn't that mean that the "Blue Avenger" is more than a thousand years old, and it is an authentic antique...... She muttered, her desire to own a ghost ship grew.

"Hmph, it's okay, it shouldn't dare to stop me next time." The black cat glanced at the letter on the table, and looked at Angel with blue eyes, "Who is this letter addressed to?" ”

"Can you find someone who only has a name and no address? Well, maybe the names are all fake......" Angel suddenly thought that he didn't know Lola's specific address, only the location of the safe house where the two had met a few times, "Or, you send it to another person who has a connection to the target and ask him to relay it on his behalf." ”

"Unless I've seen it, the address, the real name must be provided," Winsa wagged his tail, Angel actually saw a hint of disdain in his face, "Who the hell are you sending it to, how can you not even know the name?" ”

"One of Beckland's 'pleasure' witches, her name is Lola Swan, and she should use a fake name, at least a fake surname."

Angel replied honestly, and was ready to ask the messenger to send the letter to Sherman, who had a fixed address, and asked him to pass it on to Lola, but there was a risk that the letter would be opened and consulted. I wonder if Sherman will be able to remain loyal when he learns that his old and new bosses are working against the "Witch Sect".

"The Witch of Pleasure in Beckland...... I see, I should be able to find it. ”

Angel was stunned by the unexpected answer, and she was silent for a moment before asking:

"I haven't seen it, and I don't have an address, are you sure you won't find the wrong person?"

"Spiritual divination is very effective."

The beard on the side of the black cat's mouth almost rose to the sky, as if it was proudly showing off, and so did the tail.

It picked up the envelope on the table, leaped out of the porthole, and with the shaking of the cabin again, it burrowed into the spirit realm and disappeared.

Spiritual divination? But didn't Lola say that she no longer uses the magic mirror to communicate with the spirit world in order to prevent being found? Of course, now that she thinks about it, she may be guarding against her mother Katarina, but how can Winza find her through divination?

Thinking about it, Angel looked out the porthole at the dim sea, and at the storm, which was gradually being left behind, as Alger had said, and estimated that it should be dinner time.

"Winsa could actually tell that the ghost ship was built during the Quaternary period...... It wouldn't be a man of that era too...... No, cats of that era, right? ”

She muttered, feeling a little empty in her stomach, and got up and walked to the door, ready to go to the restaurant above for dinner.

The "Blue Avenger" can operate on its own under the command of the captain, and does not need a large number of manpower to work in turns, only bringing the necessary sailors, and even a special cook, but these storm believers who have lived at sea for a long time take turns to make meals, so although the ingredients are fresh and varied, the finished product has a rough feeling from the sea and the Storm Church, Angel only ate one meal at noon, and began to miss Byam's food.

Of course, complaining is complaining, and the meal still has to be eaten.

She pushed open the door and was surprised to find Alger, the "Hanged Man" in a clergyman's robe and a comical boat-shaped hat on his head, one hand raised in a fist, ready to knock.

"What's the matter?"

"There was a bit of movement here just now, I'll come over and take a look."

When he was reminded by the ghost ship that there was a problem in the guest room below, Alger almost pulled the alarm to put the whole ship into a combat state, especially when he found out that the warning was the room where the "Queen" Angel was, and remembered the tragic situation of the two pirate warships that had "died" in her hands, and he was shocked into a cold sweat behind his back.

Struggling to keep his face unchanged, he looked into the room, relieved to see that it was intact and not at risk of falling to pieces.

Carrying this Miss "Ship Breaker", I was really stressed...... Alger took a deep breath, wondering once again if it was the right thing to do to ask the Tarot member to help.

"I summoned the messenger and sent a letter."

Angel honestly admits that she guessed that the power that Winsa had said earlier to "stop it from entering" came from the ghost ship, and as the captain, Alger must have sensed it, and lying would only cause a rift between the two.

Messenger? Spiritual creatures? But my "Blue Avenger" will block unknown spirits and resentful spirits from entering the interior, and the Courier should not be able to enter...... Alger was still full of questions, but he sensibly chose not to ask again, and decided to return to the captain's room and raise the ship's defense to the highest level to avoid accidents!

Even though both "Empress" and that Gelman were followers of Mr. Fool and deserved a certain level of trust, he didn't want any twists and turns in the process of obtaining key promotion materials.

Looking at the back of Alger's departure, Angel knocked on the door next door, called out Klein, and the two went to the dining room on the upper deck together.

The dinner was attended by a slender sailor, and there were a few more good-looking dishes than the pickled fish and bacon at noon.

The two of them quickly settled the dinner consisting of mushroom soup, ham sandwich, and fish steak, and looked out at the sea by the porthole, feeling the speed of the ghost ship much higher than the other ships, Crane suddenly lowered his voice and said:

"In the afternoon, I felt the prying eyes of the ship, but there seemed to be no malice."

A snoop on the "ghost ship"? Is it from the captain hanging man upside down?

Angel subconsciously looked around the restaurant, except for the sailors of this ship who had to pretend to be busy on the deck when entering and leaving the port, they usually did not need to pull the ropes and manipulate the sails in the cold wind like the sailors of other ships, so after dinner, they all went back to their cabins to play cards or sleep, and there was hardly anyone else in the restaurant except for the temporary cook.

"After I summoned the messenger to send the letter in the afternoon, the captain quickly discovered that this ship must have some kind of living quality, and will monitor all possible threats inside."

She analyzed, and then told Klein about the "blockade" that Winsa had called and the speculation about the age of the ship's construction.

"Since it's just the ship's own reaction, then there shouldn't be any need to care, our biggest secret - Mr. Fool, this captain already knows, the others, well, I'm afraid it's better to sleep in separate rooms these days......"

Crane whispered, as if he was plotting something, drawing the eyes of the sailors who were temporarily serving as cooks in the distance.

But he was a little anxious in his heart, compared to the calm Angel, the secret of his body was far more than the "believer of the fool", he himself was both a "fool" and a "world"!

This journey lasts for ten days, during which there must be a tarot meeting.

If he is discovered by the upside-down hangman, then I am afraid that I will not be able to pretend to be a false god......

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Beckland, Queens, inside a luxury villa.

With curly black hair draped over her shoulders and a silk robe, Lola was lying on the bed with no image of her, writing on a letter paper with a romance book.

"The heart of the Devil's Throat...... The Dark Lurker's Poison Sac ......"

She copied down the recipe for the potion she remembered as the "Instigator" on a piece of paper, preparing to hand it over to her "Assassin" Sherman tomorrow.

Of course, she is not going to provide potion materials, this is also part of the test, since the other party has chosen to take another path that does not belong to the traditional way of the "witch sect", and does not accumulate merit through killing in exchange for potions, then everything should be done by herself.

After writing the recipe and throwing the letter paper at the head of the bed, Lola yawned, left the warm bed, and was about to call the personal maid to prepare the hot water for bathing, when she suddenly sensed it, nodded the tip of her nose and turned on her vision, and looked at her bedside table.

There was a black cat more than half a meter long, with an envelope in its mouth and turquoise blue eyes that made Lola startled.

The black cat gracefully jumped onto her pillow, spit out the envelope, glanced at the recipe for the "instigator" with round eyes, flicked its tail, turned its head and jumped into the air and disappeared.

"The Messenger? Its eyes ......"

Lola, who also had blue eyes, stood for a moment before coming to the bedside and picking up the envelope.

Cautious, she didn't take it open at the first time, but summoned the black flame to burn it up and down, clearing possible traps and tracking methods, and then took out the letter paper and read it carefully.

Katerina Pelle...... Tress ...... Could it be that Erin left Bakeland and went on an adventure at sea? ”

Looking at the aggressive question at the end, she smiled faintly, came to the full-length mirror in the bedroom, and stroked the delicate skin on her face, the person in the mirror sneered, her face became blurred, and then a silver-white mask appeared in her hand and was removed from her face.

Behind the mask, there is almost the same face, but there are slight differences in facial features and demeanor.

Now, she looks almost exactly like Katarina, the "ageless" witch.

(End of chapter)