The crimson glow dissipated, and Angel opened her eyes from the chaise longue in her third-floor study.

She looked around for the first time, making sure that the doors and windows of the study were properly closed, that no servants had broken in, and that no "Night Watchman" or other official extraordinaries were standing beside her, waiting for the "members of the Witch Cult" to recover from their strange stiffness.

It seems that last night's review passed smoothly, of course, only for the first time, and the simplest one...... Relieved, she got up from her chaise longue and prepared to head to the living room for afternoon tea and a chef's special Intis-style pastry.

"Louis Vane, Mr. X, is suspected to be a 'traveler' capable of traveling through the spirit realm...... Alas, the rest of the team didn't seem surprised at all when 'World' Crane took the commission, as it seemed that they had known in the past two weeks who had killed the 'Blood Admiral' and had connected him to the 'World'. ”

She muttered, ready to push open the door to her study.

"But it's normal for Klein to be interested in this, the divine envoy of the 'Aurora Society' belongs to the kind of object that no one will feel guilty about killing, not to mention that according to Miss Magician, the 'Traveler' probably has a fast movement ability similar to Mr. Azik, if he can herd his soul......"

Thinking of this, Angel herself was a little moved, her "Rose Necklace" currently has three souls and is in a full state, but there is a suitable new object, which can release one of them and exchange it for other more practical souls...... And the "traveler" who can travel quickly is undoubtedly stronger than any one of the "judges", "wind-lovers" and "apostles of desire".

Of course, Angel can already move not so fast through the "Mirror World" at this time, but can be combined with his own combat ability, and the need for "Traveler" is not too urgent, so he can give it to Klein, so that both of them can quickly leave Beckland and go where they want to go.

"People haven't solved it yet, and they're all starting to think about the issue of dividing the spoils......" she smiled self-deprecatingly, and suddenly felt a cold touch on the magic mirror on her chest.

Closing the study door again, Angel took out the magic mirror and found that the small piece of black viscous liquid applied to it had completely evaporated.

"It's Triss, she wants to contact me?"

After a moment of deliberation between afternoon tea and Trissy, Angel sat back at her desk, and with a slight wave of her hand, pulled out a viscous black thing hidden in the "mirror world", which was a communication potion made by Triss after burning her own hair, obviously not of the same genre as Lola, but with similar effects.

Hair that has not broken off contact with itself may be able to divinate her position at this time...... Angel subconsciously wanted to do divination, but she felt that it was inappropriate, and even too reckless. The other party was given the name of "Chik", and almost became a witch who descended from the gods, and rash divination may be directly exposed to the sight of the evil god "Original Witch", and that is undoubtedly an act of death.

A divination of the vessel of the "true creator", Laneus, left her with a painful lesson.

Dispelling these thoughts, Angel twisted out some of the potions and applied them to a separate vanity mirror, watching them quickly melt into the mirror, igniting an invisible black flame, and finally making the mirror dark and deep.

On the other side, Trissy, who was wearing a simple black dress and had long soft hair casually on her shoulders, looked at her expressionlessly.

"I didn't expect you to contact me so soon, I thought it would drag on until the evening."

She spoke in a calm tone, but Angel could hear a hint of surprise in it.

"I'm just going to have afternoon tea, so if you have something, you'd better tell us as soon as possible."

Through a mirror, Triss was obviously not as respectful as the last time they met, and although Angel could try to crawl along the "net cable" and beat her, she felt that there was no point in doing so, so she only "pressed" her through words.

Fortunately, Triss quickly told Angel about her discovery:

William Sykes, whom she had been tracking, would visit the Kingdom Museum in the West End with his mistress tomorrow, Tuesday morning, and at the end of the trip, would most likely return to the outskirts of the estate, which belonged to a viscount, and was heavily guarded and difficult to enter.

That said, tomorrow will be Triss's last chance to get her hands dirty.

"What are you going to do?"

After listening to Triss's narration, Angel asked curiously.

"After he and his mistress have visited the exhibition, they should have eaten nearby and then ...... at the hotel After a period of rest, I will subdue him at that time, as for whether it is directly tortured or killed, it depends on the situation at the time. ”

Triss replied with a blank face, as if discussing what to eat for dinner, rather than someone's life or death.

"It's better to torture directly, psychics may leave traces of spirits," Angel suggested, "Is William Sykes extraordinary?" What sequence? What are some of the magical items on your body? ”

"He is the Sequence 6 'Corrupt Baron' of the lawyer's path, mastered in exploiting the rules, weakening the enemy, and distorting the intentions of others to strengthen himself. There's a pocket watch that never leaves you, and it's probably a magical item......"

Triss answered the details of tomorrow's battle, and finally said:

"I can easily deal with him, but if there are other extraordinary beings in the middle of the battle, I will have to leave it to you...... Rest assured, there should be no demigods. ”

Should...... Have you ever done divination? Even my soothsayer friend wouldn't dare to be so sure...... Angel chuckled and asked:

"You're so sure because ...... Have the help of the 'primordial'? ”

Triss's fair, poignant face distorted in an instant:

"Although I sold my soul to the evil god, I don't need to rely on Him for everything!"

Sure enough, she still had a connection with the "Primordial Witch", and may even have taken the initiative to contact the evil god, which is probably somewhat similar to the situation of Lanerus when he was in Beckland, but the latter wanted to escape, but she took the initiative to join in...... Angel sighed secretly, no longer stimulating the other party, and said in a calm tone:

"I see, I'll be around there tomorrow morning, but not necessarily with you."

She is ready to observe everything in the dark, provide the necessary help, and if the situation is not right, retreat as soon as possible!

Triss also seemed to feel that her emotions were not quite right, and she glanced towards the mirror, and darkness enveloped her figure.

When the mirror returned to normal, Angel summoned a cloud of black flames, wrapped around the dressing mirror that had been used for communication and was likely to be tracked, and used the flame that could provide extremely high temperature and melt glass after promotion to completely burn the mirror, cut off all occult connections, and then throw it into the mirror to destroy the corpse of the world, so he safely called the housekeeper Buck, and after chatting a few words, he asked inadvertently:

"Tomorrow morning, no, what's on the schedule for tomorrow day?"

"After breakfast, the clothing store will send you a new batch of custom-made dresses, which you need to confirm and receive in person, make an appointment with a teacher from the Beckland School of Music in the morning, go to the Kingdom Theater in the afternoon to enjoy the latest plays, then visit a neighbor, and have a literary salon in the evening."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ribback immediately recited all her itinerary for tomorrow.

It's also too busy...... Angel felt a darkening of sight, and suddenly didn't want to worry about Triss.

"I have a personal business tomorrow, how do you think you can make all the time during the day?"

Unsure of how long it would take to torture William Sykes tomorrow, she surged herself and said to the butler.

"Then I'll help you get rid of your music lessons and literary salons, change your play to the afternoon after tomorrow, bring your gifts to the neighbor's house you plan to visit and apologize, and ask the housekeeper, Ms. Kayla, to sign for your clothes."

Glancing curiously at his employer, Ribback quickly arranged everything.

Such a housekeeper has no disadvantages except that it is expensive. Well, it's my problem, not his...... Angel nodded in satisfaction, and after the other party left the study, he lazily lay back in the chaise longe.

She was no longer in the mood to go for afternoon tea and pastries.

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In the East End, a room with shabby furnishings, but all the windows are covered with curtains.

Trissy, dressed in a black dress with black hair scattered, knelt on the floor, and the full-length mirror in front of her had just shown the stunning beauty of the "desperate" witch, but now it reflected her somewhat round, but unusually sweet face.

Her brows furrowed, her expression pained, staring at herself in the mirror, her supple black hair gradually floating, layered one by one, into a thick and smooth black "tentacle", the tip of which either grew round eyes, or grinned at the mouth of a snake spitting red letters, casting wriggling shadows in the dimly lit room.

With Triss's suppressed snort, the tentacles retracted, became smaller, and became a silky black hair again, her whole body was soaked with sweat, the black dress hugged her body, outlining the incomparably seductive waist and hip curves, and the painful expression was relieved, which was pitiful.

"Loftus-Cheek ......"

Uttering the name in a hoarse voice, she abruptly stood up from the ground and took off her soaked dress, revealing her fair skin......

and the pattern that is slowly disappearing on it, like black oil paint.

"Is this the consequence of not going through the promotion ceremony and being promoted to 'pain'...... Oh, but that's it. ”

She forced out a smile, walked to the full-length mirror, looked at the appearance and body that could make herself crazy when she was a man, but now she didn't care about it, and chuckled:

"Anyway, now I've finally caught a clue...... All this is just the beginning of revenge......

“……”

She silently pronounced a name, her expression indifferent and her eyes soft.

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Bakerland West End, Kingdom Drive, Kingdom Museum.

Organized by the royal family for a month, the exhibition will display hundreds of authentic items, including precious collections from the founding of the country, divided into multiple exhibition areas, divided by different themes such as historical period and commemorative significance, so that people of different classes and ages can gain respect and recognition for the kingdom and the royal family from the exhibition.

In the bustling crowd at the door, a man and a woman entered the museum in pairs, the man was about thirty years old, wearing a top hat and a formal suit, holding a gold-encrusted cane in his hand, and the woman next to him was in her early twenties, dressed in a flamboyant manner, holding the man's arm, extremely intimate.

After checking the tickets, the two followed the crowd into the exhibition hall, wandering aimlessly, occasionally commenting on a certain collection.

In a half-length mirror next to the entrance, Angel quietly hides in the mirror world, watching her and Triss's goal today, William Sykes's every move.

(End of chapter)