Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1029 Choose Your Death
I pretend to be Mr. Fool, but I still expose her affairs with the attitude of a superior from time to time?
Did my kindness in reminding Miss Magician to take more loot just now get misunderstood by her?
Did she find out that I secretly bought medicine before?
……

Thoughts popped up in Klein's mind one after another, but under Angel's half-smiley gaze, he finally understood that the other party was referring to the previous plan to "smuggle" to the God-Forsaken Land using corpses.

"Have you confirmed with your 'person in the mirror'? Is she really telling me how to enter the God-Forsaken Land, and not just joking?" he asked cautiously.

Angel nodded and told Klein about his conversation with the man in the mirror in the "City of Disaster".

She said that I couldn't use Sefirah Castle to give my body to "Sun" Derrick, and then resurrect from his Silver City. Does that mean I can't accept sacrifices after death... Is it really the only way to let Angel kill me and use the passages between different leak points in "City of Disaster" to bring my body over... After listening to Angel's retelling, Klein leaned back in his high-backed chair and fell into deep thought.

He subconsciously placed his right hand on the long bronze table, and was about to tap his knuckles, but suddenly remembered that this habit of his was also reflected in The Fool, so he stopped himself, retracted his arm, and scratched his chin.

But he still noticed that Angel's eyes briefly lingered on his hands, and his expression was hidden behind the gray mist, which made him feel a little uneasy.

I always feel like after her "person in the mirror" revealed my identity, every move I make seems like she's doubting me... Klein took a deep breath, forced out a smile, and changed the subject:
"How about using the properties of the '0-61' Box of the Elder Days? Its first layer can seal me into it as a toy, and then you can take it to Isla Sorna? Well, I gave myself the number 0-61, which makes it more formal. The total number of '0' level seals owned by the Orthodox Church should not exceed fifty, so there will be no conflict."

"Then this seal should be considered the first level 0 seal of the Church of Fools?"

Angel joked, then his tone turned serious:
"I think this method is more dangerous than bringing you back to life. According to my guess, the contamination of the Box of the Old Days is likely to come from the starry sky, from those beings that you cannot safely understand unless you reach the level of an angel. The power of the Source Essence is in some way opposed to this contamination. When I travel to the God-forsaken Land with the Box of the Old Days, this sealed object is likely to be blocked at the other end, or even more unpredictable accidents may occur.

"Once you stay in the first layer of the box for more than 24 hours, you will truly become a toy. In that case, you may not even have a chance to be resurrected."

Hearing this, Klein also remembered that not long ago, when Ms. Hermit sacrificed the Box of the Old Ones to the gray fog, the gray fog, which was most likely composed of the "Source Castle", had a very strong reaction, second only to the counterattack of the true god when divination was carried out. It was only because of the presence of him as the controller that the gray fog did not take any further action.

He had to admit that the same thing would most likely happen when he used the "Box of the Old Ones" to sneak into the God-Forsaken Land. If the "City of Disaster" was more severely repelled by the pollution in the sealed object, it might bounce it to a place that even Angel would have difficulty finding, such as the astral realm or the abyss.

Thinking of this, he decisively gave up his own plan and decided to exchange this contaminated seal for another one from the Abraham family.

Although this is equivalent to the extraordinary characteristics of the "Planeswalker", I dare not embark on the journey of the starry sky. I can only give up the jump path and stick to the "Fortune Teller" path... Besides, Angel's "Mirror Man" and the goddess reminded me that this is the only way out... He thought for a moment with some melancholy, and said to Angel:
"It seems that I can only ask you to take my body to the God-Forsaken Land."

After going around in circles, I'm back again... Angel smiled playfully again, rubbed his hands under the table, and asked expectantly:
"So, have you thought about how you're going to die?"

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The East District seemed quiet late at night due to the cold winter temperatures and the curfew. Although there were still many homeless people wandering in the alleys, there were much fewer than before.

Most of them did not stop showing up because of the curfew, but because they starved to death, froze to death, or were forced to leave the city... Leonard's expression changed slightly as he swept his eyes through the dark corners.

Sherman said that she had been hanging around the streets of the East District when she was a child, and was not much different from these people. It was not until she became an Extraordinary and met Angel that she had the opportunity to change her fate... He suddenly thought of the past that Sherman inadvertently revealed, and his mood became even lower.

Entering an apartment near the North District, Leonard walked to Sherman's door with ease, knocked on the door gently, waited for a moment and heard no response, then turned the doorknob.

Creak! The door was not locked and he pushed it open easily, revealing a dark corner of the living room.

Strange, did Sherman forget to lock the door, or...

Leonard became nervous instead. He put one hand on the "Sea Word" walking stick under his windbreaker and pushed the door open with the other hand. He used the dark vision of the "Sleepless Man" to look inside the room, alert for possible sneak attacks from the dark.

He was not worried that the most common thief in the East District had broken into Sherman's house. Even though this witch had just recovered from a serious injury and was not in good condition, she would have no problem dealing with a few thieves.

But he was afraid that the Aurora Society would come to his house for revenge.

Should I chant Mr. Fool's name and ask for His help? Or Angel's name is fine. She is already an angel and Sherman's boss. She will not be ignored... Leonard walked into the room cautiously step by step. Thoughts kept flashing through his mind. Suddenly, he heard the old voice of Pales saying:
"Don't be so careful. There are no enemies in the room. She should be in the bedroom."

For some reason, Leonard always felt that there was a hint of joking in the old man's words.

Strange, did He want me to accidentally break into Sherman's bedroom and make fun of me? He muttered to himself and decided to ask Sherman about her situation through the door. After confirming that she was fine, he would leave directly, so that what happened that night would not become a topic of conversation for Pales to laugh at him repeatedly.

Leonard walked through the living room where the furniture was neatly arranged, not like that of a young woman living alone, and came to the door of the room that Pales mentioned. He knocked on the door again and asked in a low voice:

"Sherman? Are you okay?"

"Sherman?"

Leonard didn't get a response, so he subconsciously reached for the doorknob, but stopped at the last moment, a "I won't be fooled" smile on his face, and sneaked close to the door, listening to the movements in the room.

An extremely suppressed yet heart-stirring moan came from behind the door.

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"I knew that Leonard was absent-minded during the impromptu meeting last night and was in a hurry to leave. Sure enough, he was going to find Sherman...

"I didn't expect them to progress so quickly. Luckily, I didn't enter the bedroom directly from the mirror world, otherwise all three of us would be embarrassed... Oh, and there's also Pallez Zoroaster who is parasitic in Leonard's body. He wouldn't have just watched the whole thing, right? He's such a bad-tempered angel. Is this the case for all 'thieves'?
"It seems that Sherman's emotional problems no longer require my guidance... But since the Madness Ring has performed a "merit" again, should I destroy it completely and restore it to its extraordinary characteristics?"

Angel returned to his home from the East District in dejection, the scene he saw in the mirror world still lingering in his mind. He always felt a sense of loss in his heart, as if the cabbage he had worked so hard to raise was eaten away by a pig.

No, the Tarot Club will have to give this guy a lesson next time... She thought bitterly. Suddenly, a gray mist surged before her eyes, and Klein's low voice came to her ears:

"The Abraham family agreed to the deal."

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In the Hat Trick Inn in Cherwood, in the suite that Dorian often used to meet with his students.

This middle-aged man with broad shoulders and an old face was standing beside the table in a daze, looking at the suitcase that was opened in front of Fors.

Inside the box was a head, no, half a head that looked like it had been run over by a giant beast. Its brown hair was messy, and on its blood-stained face, the black eye that Dorian was somewhat familiar with was looking forward, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying before it died.

"This is... Butis?"

Although he had already recognized the owner of the head, Dorian still confirmed it with Fors in a trembling voice.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe it, it’s that he doesn’t dare to believe it!
This was more shocking than the head of "Mr. X" that had been shattered into pieces. After all, Louis Wayne was only a Sequence 5 Aurora Messenger, and was not highly respected. However, "Secret Saint" Butis not only possessed a Level 0 Seal, but also had a high status in exchange for betraying the Abraham Family, and was often protected by other Aurora Saints!

"Yes, that's him." Fors, who was wearing a striped long skirt and a tweed coat, nodded and smiled brightly. "And the 'Box of the Old Days' that he stole from the Abraham family was also taken back by us."

We... Dorian chewed on this word, subconsciously glanced at the mirror and glass window in the room, and then looked behind Fors, only then did he confirm that there was only her and himself in the room, there was no figure of the witch in the mirror, and there was no crazy adventurer standing at the door.

But before he could say anything, the young lady in front of him with curly brown hair and fashionable clothes stretched out her right hand and casually grabbed something beside her.

Then, her arm sank down suddenly as if she had grabbed something from the void, and then dragged out a figure wearing a black windbreaker and a half-top hat.

Crazy...crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow?

If Dorian was still holding the potion in his hand like last time, he would definitely drop it on the ground out of fright.

(End of this chapter)