Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 174 The Depressed Tarot Society
Backlund Jowood District, No. 15 Minsk Street.

Klein, whose alias was Sherlock Moriarty, used Holy Night Powder to decorate the spiritual wall, took a deep breath, walked four steps backwards, and arrived at the ancient palace above the gray mist.

Although he had confirmed it countless times, he still couldn't help but cast his gaze on the starry sky deep in the gray fog.

Three crimson stars are hanging in the sky, one of which flashes regularly. That is Mr. "Sun" who is waiting for a response.

Alas, what am I still expecting...

Klein blinked quickly, calmed down, extended his spirituality, and looked towards the star representing the "sun".

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"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, and everyone..."

Miss Justice first greeted everyone, but she immediately discovered that the high-backed chair next to Miss "Queen" was still empty.

The Hanged Man and the Sun opposite her also cast doubtful glances, and then they all looked at Mr. Fool at the top of the long table.

"Miss Queen...she asked me for leave and will not attend the Tarot Club for the next few weeks."

Klein felt everyone's gazes and answered in advance before anyone asked.

He wanted to say that "the Queen" left the Tarot Club for some reason, but when he said it, it turned into "asking for leave."

Looking at the unmanned high-backed chair that belonged to Angel, Klein sighed secretly.

"Go ahead."

"Yes, Mr. Fool."

The remaining three participants responded in unison.

It’s strange that Miss Queen was absent from the Tarot meeting, but Mr. Fool didn’t even announce the specific time of her leave. Did something happen to her?
Alger Wilson, the Hanged Man, looked at the high-backed chair next to Justice, his thoughts swirling in his heart.

It seems that I have to send someone to Tingen City to inquire with Hagrid of "Wild Heart". Out of respect for her privacy, I did not ask her about the fake identity information, but now the situation is different. It’s different. If something happens to Miss Queen, Tarot may be exposed to outsiders’ eyes...

He suddenly felt Mr. Fool's eyes on him.

"Mr. Fool, thank you for sending your favored ones to help me get rid of Qilingos. I have left Backlund and returned to the sea. Next week I will bring you all the Russell diaries I can get."

The Hanged Man immediately stood up, bent down to caress his chest, saluted the Fool and said, but his back was already cold.

"It's just the principle of equivalent exchange."

The Fool responded softly, looking away from the Hanged Man.

Zhengyi looked curiously at the Hanged Man who was obviously in a panic, then looked at the sun beside him who seemed to find nothing, and frowned slightly.

The most dull and depressing Tarot session began.

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"Is it because of the explosion caused by the 'Shattering Ray' detonated by the 'Thirst for Blood' last time that the mark on my right palm disappeared?"

Observing the palm of his right hand repeatedly under the light, Angel finally confirmed that every time he entered the gray fog space of the Tarot Club, the mark on the palm that glowed with crimson light had disappeared.

Perhaps for this reason, the connection between the mysterious Mr. Fool and himself has been severed, so when the Tarot meeting was held, she was no longer among the participants.

"I don't know if all this is good or bad..."

Angel murmured.

There is no doubt that Mr. Fool and other members of the Tarot Society have been very helpful to her in the field of occultism.From the channels for making false identities after time travel, to the exchange of occult knowledge and secret information from around the world, and even the extraordinary materials for promotion to Sequence 7, some of them come from Miss Justice of the Tarot Society.

However, the risk of being continuously paid attention to by a high-ranking being of unknown origin is also very high. Old Neil accidentally came into contact with the "Hidden Sage" and learned the taboo knowledge, which led to his loss of control and death.

Although Mr. Fool's Tarot meeting seemed to be just "an attempt" and he never showed any malice towards the participants, this pressure has always existed in Angel's heart, and she believed that other participants felt the same. "Perhaps if I recite the Fool's name and pray to Him, I can continue to join the Tarot Club?"

She looked at her right hand hesitantly, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the Holy Emblem of the Goddess of the Night hanging on the citrine pendant.

By the way, I am now under the protection of the "Secret Holy Emblem"...

After careful consideration, Angel gave up praying to the Fool at this time.

If the effect of this Holy Emblem is accidentally destroyed, not to mention that it will become an impossible task to blend into the Witch Sect. Even his current whereabouts may be noticed. The best result is to escape from Backlund in embarrassment.

I can only wait until I join the Witch Sect and get rid of my identity crisis, and then I can find an opportunity to recite Mr. Fool’s name...

Angel sighed, stood up from the sofa, and looked out the window at the darkening sky.

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The cauldron on the stove was bubbling, and the crimson liquid gradually concentrated and became thick.

Angel put down the two "sleep charms" he had made, removed the spiritual wall, and came to the steaming pot, smelling the smell from the pot that gradually changed from a foul smell to a strong smell of blood.

It wasn't until the entire pot of liquid medicine boiled with her blood turned into a plaster that stuck to the bottom of the pot that Angel was satisfied to dig it out with a spoon and pour it into an opaque glass bottle for storage.

After filling two glass bottles, she evenly applied the remaining plaster on a palm-sized portable mirror, painting the smooth mirror surface deep red while infusing it with spirituality.

The plaster seemed to come alive, quickly seeping into the dressing mirror, allowing the mirror to reflect her beautiful face again.

A magic mirror that established a mystical connection with her was completed.

Keeping the magic mirror, which had both divination and life-preserving functions, close to his body, and two "sleep charms" together with the ammunition, Angel extinguished the fire, packed up the tools in the basement, and returned to the living room on the first floor.

It was already late at night on the second day. During the day, she visited the surrounding herbal medicine stores and jewelry stores to purchase all the materials needed to make spiritual plasters. She also purchased additional plant powders, essential oils, and some needed for the ceremony. The silver pieces needed to make the charm cost her a full 10 pounds.

Adding in the half-year rent paid in advance, the food expenses for the past two days, and the cost of buying clothes and daily necessities, she had only 48 pounds left of the 15 pounds 15 suler she had when she came to Backlund.

If she doesn't find a new job soon, Angel will soon be in dire straits and have to dip into the reserves she keeps in a bearer account at the bank.

"The 1000 pounds... No, we have to get rid of the 350 pounds that I want to give to Miss Justice... The 650 pounds are for me to buy the Sequence 6 potion, and I can't use it easily anyway. It seems I can only look for it while I'm at it." "The Witch Cult's clues, while trying to find a way to make some money."

As for how to find the Witch Cult, Angel already had some clues by recalling Cole Granger's memory and some information revealed by Mrs. Sharon, but this was destined to be a long-term task, and first, she had to think How to survive in this city.

Looking at the spacious and bright living room, she suddenly felt that she had spent a full 20 pounds to rent a two-story building, which was a bit luxurious.

"Maybe I should rent a one-bedroom apartment in the East End or the dock area. Although the environment there is harsh, the cost of renting can be reduced by at least two-thirds..."

Heartbroken by the precious gold pounds that flowed from her pocket into Mrs. Wallis's pocket, Angel hurriedly took a bath, returned to the master bedroom on the second floor and got into the warm quilt.

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"Kala, kala..."

The slight sound of metal colliding and rubbing woke Angel up from his light sleep.

At this time, the window was still shrouded in crimson moonlight.

She subconsciously put her hand under the pillow and grasped the revolver before fully waking up.

Listening carefully to the sounds downstairs, she made out the sound of a lock picking tool struggling with the lock.

"The spirit did not remind me, and the magic mirror did not issue a warning. It seems that the other party is not an extraordinary person. Is it a thief who slipped in the door and picked the lock in the middle of the night?"

Unexpectedly, only two days after arriving in Backlund, he encountered a thief that he had not encountered in Tingen for two months.

Secretly feeling amused, Angel picked up his pistol, took out a "Sleep Charm", activated the assassin's ability to sneak into the shadows, and walked silently downstairs with bare feet.

(End of this chapter)