The next day, Angel packed his bags, took the ticket he had bought under a pseudonym, and boarded the steam train that crossed the border from the border town of Essen in Marcei to Beckland, the capital of the Kingdom of Rune.

Since the journey lasted a day and a half, she had the luxury of purchasing a first-class seat on a long-distance train, which allowed her to have a separate room, a washroom, a special dining car, and even room service.

"Except for the bumps, it's like being on a luxury passenger liner......"

Sitting on the upholstered chair, Angel sighed a little.

If you are willing to spend money, you can enjoy an extraordinary travel experience in this day and age, and it is worth the extra three times the cost of a ticket compared to the brief opportunity to spend three times as you wait in a cramped seat for a train to arrive at each station surrounded by the hustle and bustle of a second-class carriage.

Of course, Angel, who wants to maintain the new "personality", also has to pay more for this part of the travel expenses, otherwise once his identity is doubted, a second-class long-distance ticket will inevitably become the most conspicuous problem.

At the same time as she was on her way to Beckland, Angelica Thatch's liner was making a brief stop at the Mid-Range Island, and then followed the safe passage explored by Russell the Great to the port of Behrens in West Bairon on the southern mainland, where she would reach the end of her journey almost at the same time as Angel.

Soon, the Church of the Storm learns that the Redhead is being repaired in Damir Harbor, and the substitutes will be able to learn the whereabouts of Angelica and Gelman from the sailors after a brief interrogation, and then pounce on the Port of Belens, making things confusing again.

"As long as some false news is spread from time to time, the military and the Storm Church can continue to circulate in the furious sea, and it is impossible to guess that Klein and I have returned to Rune and hid in the ...... of Beckland, which has a population of five million."

There are two members of the Tarot meeting, "The Hanged Man" and the "Hermit", who are still at sea, and with the connection of "Lieutenant General of the Iceberg" and "Mysterious Queen", it is not difficult to release some specious news.

Even if the Storm Church could guess that the two people with the "Faceling" ability had already changed identities, they would think that they would hide in the Southern Continent, where the Righteous God Church was beyond the reach of the whip, instead of returning to the base camp of the three major churches.

This is the opposite...... Angel thought as she looked out the window, as the train passed through a damp swamp, and while the environment became dim, the lights in the carriage made the glass windows reflect what was in front of them like mirrors.

As soon as his mind moved, Angel pointed at the glass window, and the "mirror" became dark and deep in Angel's purple eyes, and layers of color blocks and spaces appeared inside, as if it had become a window to another world.

Now, behind the glass window is the "world in the mirror".

Although she already knew that the world in the mirror was not safe, and even hidden some dangers, as a "desperate" witch, Angel had to master this ability, otherwise the effects of her extraordinary powers enhanced by potions would be greatly reduced.

Whether it's traveling through mirrors, releasing black flames and curses in the air, divination and counter-divination, or even using mirrors to create lifelike illusions, all rely on the power of the "mirror world".

Just like the "secret puppet master" needs the spirit line, and the "resentful soul" needs the spirit world.

After hesitating for a moment, Angel still reached into this mysterious space.

In an instant, her body sitting in the back chair became illusory, losing its form, as if attracted by some force, burrowing into the narrow glass window.

The scenery outside Angel's window became a series of dark passages, they were intertwined and connected, like spider webs in all directions of her up, down, left and right, some connected to other "mirrors" in extreme proximity, some leading to infinity, gradually disappearing in the dim background.

This is the "world in the mirror", the world that connects all mirrors?

Angel let her weightless body follow the passage, through different "spider silks", to a nearby mirror that was as wide as a double door, and looked out cautiously.

She saw the steam train passing by quickly, dragging the black smoke away, the shrubs and muddy swamps of varying heights around her, the gray sky and clouds high above.

It's a puddle somewhere that reflects its surroundings...... Angel reacted immediately, retracted his gaze, looked in the direction he had come, and unsurprisingly noticed that the narrow "door" was slowly moving away from its original position and moving in another direction.

"It's different from the direction and speed of the train...... Is it because the 'mirror world' is similar to the spirit world, and the orientation and distance do not correspond to the real world? ”

She didn't rush back to the carriage, but explored the cobwebs of various mirrors and passages nearby, and quickly figured out the general way of moving.

"The 'door' that can be seen on each side corresponds to a certain mirror surface in the real world, and the length of the passage does not represent the actual distance, but it contains some special laws, and spirituality will also give certain hints...... After adapting, they can shuttle between different mirrors at a speed of 100 times that of reality, and even observe the external environment without leaving the 'mirror world', which is equivalent to 'snooping' without exposing themselves......"

As he summed up in his head, shuttling lightly between the different passages, and always taking care that the passages connected by the steam train did not leave his field of vision, Angel quickly exhausted his curiosity and prepared to return the way he came.

Suddenly, in the dense passage in front of Angel, a different "mirror" appeared, compared to other gray mirrors, it was colorful, and the inside was constantly surging with oil painting-like color blocks.

She didn't have time to react as she floated forward, so she plunged headlong into this color block, and the hazy and dark "mirror world" in front of her immediately became colorful, with large and small color blocks constantly moving, and some spirit creatures flew by quickly.

The spirit world?

Angel's heart tightened, and she looked back at where she had come from, and found that the "door" that suddenly appeared had disappeared without a trace.

He actually entered the spirit world alone without the help of Mr. Azik?

Compared with the "mirror world" that has no gravity and can float at will, the spiritual world has a clear "up and down" direction relationship, and Angel, who can't shuttle through the spiritual world, immediately has a strong sense of weightlessness, and involuntarily falls to the dark space below, and the seven-colored intertwined light bands above are getting farther and farther away.

"Oops, go back to the 'World of the Mirror' immediately......"

Angel did not hesitate to touch the magic mirror in his arms, and used the same means as just now to open the "mirror" that could only barely pass through one hand, and the whole person became illusory again.

A moment later, Angel's figure appeared in a cold sweat from his own independent room, still sitting in a chair by the window, outside the glass window in front of him, the swamp was slowly disappearing, and the large green grass was filled with the breath of spring in the sun.

Only the cascading color blocks in front of me and the magic mirror in my arms still had some cold touch, making the experience just now seem extremely real.

"No wonder even Mr. Fool reminds you that the world in the mirror is not safe...... What suddenly appeared just now was only a passage to the spiritual realm, if it was some other more dangerous place, such as underground, such as the bottom of the sea, or even in the church of the Orthodox God Church......"

Angel muttered, looking at the glass window beside her, a little afraid.

Of course, the trip was not completely fruitless, she had initially mastered the way to use the "mirror world" to shuttle, at least there was no problem with short trips, and she could even use different mirrors to spy on others and cast curses.

Most importantly, she discovered that the "magic mirror", which uses blood to strengthen the connection, can open up a space that belongs to her, but can be one-way connected with the world in the mirror.

This allowed her to escape from the spirit world and return to the mirror world, and ......

Placing the magic mirror on the table, drawing the revolver tied to her leg with a strap under her long skirt, Angel stroked the mirror with one hand to open the passage to her own "mirror world", and pressed the revolver on the mirror with the other.

As if it had just entered the mirror, the revolver quickly disappeared from the real world.

After being promoted to Sequence 4, Angel has little need for this weapon without extraordinary strength, and carrying a pistol on his body is purely out of habit, which is just right to test the reliability of the "world in the mirror", even if it is accidentally lost, or cannot be retrieved from the mirror, the loss is not too big.

"If I succeed, I'll have a 'space' of my own, and I won't have to carry all the valuable things with me, and I won't have to trouble Mr. Fool to make sacrifices all the time......"

She put away the magic mirror with anticipation, and prepared to leave the room and go to the dining car to have a look.

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After the Air Pollution Investigation Commission officially started its work, and under the environmental protection laws that continued to be promulgated after the great smog, Beckland's year-round smog has finally become much thinner.

Under the afternoon sun in the East End, Sherman, cloaked and meticulously combed with brown hair, walked out of the two-story building, with a full stomach satisfaction and a faint smile on his face, behind him, in the window on the second floor, two young girls were secretly looking at his back.

It wasn't until he returned to the apartment next door, cutting off the view behind him, that Sherman sighed softly, locked the door, and the smile on his face disappeared, and his expression became indifferent.

He walked faster, walked up the stairs to the second floor, returned to his bedroom, took out the revolver, dagger and other weapons hidden everywhere on his body, maintained them slightly, and put them back one by one.

As he concentrated on the work at hand, a half-length mirror behind him reflected his back completely, and the thin but somewhat tall figure swayed in the candlelight, as if the scene in the water was disturbed by ripples.

Suddenly, the back stopped moving and became fixed.

Next to the bust mirror, a slender figure wearing a hood gradually outlined and formed.

Sherman, who was sitting at the table, seemed to sense something, and the movement in his hand paused, but the spirit told him that he was safe at the moment, so he didn't react further, but shoved the wiped dagger into the scabbard at his thigh, picked up the brass bullets, and stuffed them into the revolver's nest.

"Trust your spiritual instincts too much, and one day you'll be planted on it."

A soft female voice sounded behind him, causing Sherman to snap the bullet nest shut, roll away from the spot, and raise his gun to aim in the direction from which the sound came.

"Miss Irene?"

In a flash of lightning, he recognized the woman behind him, and his tense limbs slowly relaxed.

(End of chapter)