Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1026 Tarot Club Officially Debuts

"This '0' level seal is extremely dangerous. When it was sacrificed by the Hermit, it even triggered a reaction from the power of the 'Source Castle', binding it tightly... Apart from the counterattacks faced when divining the True God or Source Essence, this is the first time such a situation has occurred...

"...By the way, Miss Magician was imprisoned in this seal by the Secret Saint as bait. We need to release her as soon as possible..."

He muttered to himself as if to relieve his depression, until his eyes gradually looked at the high-back chair belonging to Angel. Then he nodded and made up his mind.

After leaving the gray fog, he used the Faceless Man's ability to change his body shape and appearance, becoming a well-dressed man in his forties or fifties with gray hair. He then walked into St. Samuel's Church, stuffed a ten-pound note into the offering box, and found a secluded corner to sit down.

Of course, he didn't dare use fake money to offer sacrifice to the goddess.

After drawing a crimson moon on his chest and reciting the Goddess’s name in full, Klein lowered his head, closed his eyes, and said in a nearly silent tone:

"...My only option for advancing to Sequence 2 seems to be to enter the 'Forsaken Land of the Gods' and search for the long-lost Dark Wolf. I wonder if you can give me some inspiration...

"In addition, Amon's true self is waiting for me on that land. I want to know if going there is the right choice..."

He wanted to ask the Lord of Storms why he was not so willing to hand over the "Never-Ending Theater" to him, but then he thought that this seemed to be suspected of provoking relations between the gods, so he did not ask in the end.

If you can't get it, you can't get it. Klein currently has no way to deal with the willfulness of a god, and can only smile in response.

Just as his thoughts became confused, Klein felt a dark night sky appear in front of him, with stars lighting up in it, and a complex piece of information entered his mind.

“The Dark Wolf Kotar”, “The Goddess of Wishes”… Flipping through the information that was obviously stuffed into his mind by the goddess, Klein continued to wait for the answer to the latter question. However, until he had a certain understanding of the “Dark Wolf” and until several devout believers sat beside him, the goddess did not respond further.

Klein then realized that telling him Kotal's information represented the goddess' attitude:

The journey to the "God-forsaken Land" is your only way out.

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Entering the mirror world, Angel followed the black and red passage and instantly came to the mirror image of the "City of Disaster" surrounded by doomsday scenes.

She temporarily put aside her suspicion of Klein, and waited for her lover, who was confused for some reason just like her, to be firm in his heart, take the initiative to tell her the secret in his heart, and reveal the true relationship between "The World" and "The Fool".

No matter how bizarre the answer is, it is nothing more than that he and Mr. Fool are both “travelers” suspended in the cocoon of light, not some ancient gods. What can’t he tell me… She muttered, her eyes wandering, and soon found the person in the mirror standing on the street.

Wouldn't she feel tired standing here all the time? If there is a chance in the future, let her go out more often... Angel made up his mind in his mind, and then he stopped in front of his mirror and took the initiative to say hello.

This witch with the same blonde hair and purple eyes seemed to be in a similar daze as her. She woke up after being called. She focused her eyes on Angel and nodded.
"Have you finished dealing with the outside matters?"

“What Zaratul brought was just a historical projection, not even as good as a secret doll. A secret doll may have left behind extraordinary characteristics… Fortunately, the Dark Saint was not taken away by Him, and I gained a lot…”

Although Angel felt that the person in the mirror should have a general understanding of the situation outside, she still told the other party in detail the course of the battle and the subsequent handling. The person in the mirror also enjoyed the process of communication between the two. He always had a faint smile on his face and looked at her with a doting look.

It was not until she talked about her and Klein's speculation on how to use "a corpse" to smuggle to the God-forsaken Land that the smile on the person in the mirror froze on her face.

After a moment, she shook her head and said:
“You actually came up with this method… Although a corpse with extraordinary properties is not much different from ordinary potion materials, this method is not very feasible… No, the problem is not with the method itself, but that your Klein cannot use this method…”

"And what do you mean by 'becoming a corpse'?"

Angel felt discouraged as if his intelligence was being laughed at, and asked back rather unconvincedly.

"Haven't you been to the God-Forsaken Land once? When you were preparing to advance to 'Despair' and collecting potion materials?" The man in the mirror tilted his head, imitating Angel's movements, and prompted, "You can't bring a living person with you in that state, but isn't it easy to bring a corpse?"

"Will it not be contaminated by the 'City of Disaster'? By the way, this is only effective for the living. The dead, magical items, and Beyonder characteristics will not be affected. At most, the precipitation speed will be accelerated..."

As soon as Angel asked the question, he thought of the many times he had used the characteristics of the City of Disaster before, and answered it himself.

"That's right. We just need to go to the power leak point of the 'City of Disaster' on Sorna Island, kill Klein, and take his body to the other end through the passage connected to it, breaking through the blockade of the God-Forsaken Land, and then resurrect him on his body."

The person in the mirror said with satisfaction.

"The only question is whether he is willing to truly trust you and put his life in your hands."

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After going to her home in Queens and changing into a new dress, Audrey returned to Sodrak Palace along the "dream" that had been arranged long ago and showed up in the lounge.

Because of the effect of psychological invisibility, Susie in the room did not notice that she had returned, but continued to look at the door vigilantly, ready to pretend to be her own host to deal with other guests at any time.

After waking up the diligent golden retriever, Audrey tidied herself up and returned to the ballroom. At this time, the clock in the palace struck ten o'clock in the evening. Only half an hour had passed since she secretly left to participate in the battle to hunt the "Secret Saint". In the dance floor in the center of the ballroom, the nobles kept changing dance partners, the dance music also accelerated the rhythm, and the atmosphere gradually reached a climax.

Audrey was holding a glass of misty champagne, watching the dance below in the corridor on the second floor with a cold expression, which discouraged many young male nobles who wanted to invite her.

But in her heart, she kept recalling the brief experience of cooperating with the "Hermit" lady and fighting with the "Secret Saint" Butis. She was excited because she successfully revealed the incomplete form of the mythical creature and slapped Butis's head off.

Of course, the process was actually quite bloody, but Audrey's heart in the dragon state was filled with the mental imprint of the Beyonder characteristics and crazy and chaotic thoughts. She only relied on the "audience's" hints to herself and the grasp of her mental state to barely control it, and she did not feel scared because of her own behavior.

Audrey, you have to remember that it is not good to pat a flying man on the head. You cannot attribute this behavior entirely to the negative effects of the "dragonization" state... and remember not to easily reveal the form of a mythical creature unless you are sure to end the battle as soon as possible and return home to find another set of clothes... She warned herself in her heart, summarizing the experience and lessons of this battle.

At this moment, a somewhat literary voice came from behind her:
"Miss Hall, it's such a wonderful night, why don't you go down and dance to the melodious music?"

Because I was worried that people would find out that the skirt I was wearing was not the same one I was wearing half an hour ago... She muttered silently, but when she turned around, she had a perfect smile on her face:

"No thanks."

Under her somewhat strong psychological suggestion, the aristocrat who had approached her quickly entered the bathroom and stayed there until the end of the ball.

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In the underground area of ​​St. Samuel's Church, Leonard Mitchell visited all the members of the "Red Gloves" team who were on the mission tonight one by one to confirm that they had not suffered fatal injuries and were not contaminated by some strange power. Just as he was about to go to see Sherman who was "protectively detained" behind the Chanis Gate, he was notified to rush to the conference room upstairs to participate in an important meeting.

He had to suppress his anxiety and walked along the spiral staircase with stained glass at the back of the church to the room they usually used to communicate with night watchmen from other places.

The place was already crowded with people, including the Mandated Punishers who also wore black windbreakers, MI9 agents who liked to hide in the shadows in the corners and wore jackets, and even a few members of the "Mechanical Heart" who he had worked with before but had now been ordered to stop external operations.

What happened? Could it be because of the Tarot Club's actions tonight? He had some guesses in his heart, but his expression showed surprise that he could hardly conceal. He found a table with more night watchmen and was about to sit down when he was called by Archbishop Anthony Stevenson, who was standing next to the big blackboard. He had to come to the front under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"He is one of the parties involved tonight. He just finished his treatment and took a short rest before coming to this meeting," Anthony introduced him to the demigods beside him, Ray Darren Valentine and Horamick Hayden, and then looked at Leonard, "Tell me about what happened tonight."

Leonard nodded and looked at the dozen or so official Beyonders and military personnel from the three major churches who were looking at him. He cleared his throat and remained silent for a moment as if he was organizing his words before he began to speak out the speech he had prepared long ago.

In the "story", he received a tip-off from his long-term informant, the wild extraordinary Sherman, and led a team of "Red Gloves" to an underground gathering where members of the Aurora Society might be present to carry out an arrest. They successfully captured the "Rose Bishop" and prepared to bring him back to the base for strict interrogation.

But on the way back, a knight in black armor attacked the carriage of Leonard's team. The red-gloved captain, who was familiar with the internal information of the church, recognized the other party as one of the saints of the Aurora Society, the "Dark Saint" Xesma. He decisively assisted the team members to abandon the car and escape, but they were still seriously injured. Although they resisted for a while with the help of the magical items they saved up money to buy and the help of the witch Sherman, they were still injured one after another and did not even have a chance to ask for help.

At that moment, a man in a top hat and a windbreaker suddenly appeared. He quickly defeated the "Dark Saint" in a lightning-fast battle, turning him into a puppet that bowed its head and obeyed his orders. Then he helped Sherman heal his fatal injuries, bowed gracefully, and left the scene.

Apart from blaming Klein for the battle that took place while the other team members were unconscious, most of what he said was true. In addition, Klein used paper figures to perform counter-divination, and the old man also guaranteed that no one would be able to find out about it. Leonard was confident that he could get away with it with a half-true, half-false narrative.

But under the gazes of several demigods, he still felt a little nervous.

"…You mean, he threw down a tarot card before he left?"

After listening to Leonard's narration, "Deep Blue High Priest" Raydar, with lightning in his eyes, asked in a deep voice, his voice like thunder.

"Yes, that's the 'World' card."

Leonard first glanced at Archbishop Anthony, and then answered respectfully at his signal.

"In another place, in the forest in the southeastern suburbs, they left the 'Hermit' and 'Justice' cards."

The leader of the MI9 agents, a man with black hair and golden eyes, who was standing with several archbishops, also joined the discussion. Leonard noticed that he did not have much respect for the other demigods and was probably at the same level.

Without time to think about it, he made a surprised expression at the right time:

"Southeastern suburbs? Tarot cards too?"

"That's right. Tonight, when you were attacked, the Aurora Society's 'Secret Saint' also died under the siege of two demigods. That was not the first battlefield. The three demigods fought from the Backlund Bridge area to the suburbs. There was also terrible pollution at the scene. It is very likely that a high-level seal was used."

Anthony introduced loudly.

"I noticed that you have previously investigated events related to tarot cards and made many guesses, eliminating many wrong answers. Now, please introduce your results."

So it was because of this reason. I thought that "Justice" and "Hermit" had lost some clues and their whereabouts were caught... Leonard secretly breathed a sigh of relief and began to introduce the secret organization he belonged to to the three major churches and the military.

Of course, from an outsider's perspective.

(End of this chapter)