Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 26 The Second Tarot Club
After returning to the ground, Angel quickened his pace and left the Blackthorn Security Company as if fleeing.

The biggest reason was of course the scrutinizing sight of Dunn Smith in the basement, and it was then that Angel realized that he probably hadn't gained the trust of the Nighthawks yet.

No, it should be said that they almost certainly don't trust her. It would be a strange thing if the Nighthawks, who were armed by the church and specialized in dealing with crimes from Beyonders, believed so easily in accepting an unofficial Beyonder.

Identity checks, various assessments, and being monitored are the problems I should face, instead of being taken back to protect and monitor like a suspect on the first day, and then sign the contract and enter the job the next day.

He even generously provided materials so that he could use up his spirituality to make ammunition and hand it in every day?
If it is said that these are just to stabilize myself and prevent myself from running away, then it all makes sense.

Angel believed that the letter or telegram asking to investigate her identity must have reached the capital of the Loen Kingdom—the Nighthawks or the police station in Backlund. I don't know how efficient the public affairs agencies are in this era, and who is faster, Hagrid, who sells a fake identity in "Wild Heart".

Although Mrs. Sharon was dead, and no one knew about the relationship between Angel Granger and Cole Granger, as long as his forged identity was discovered, under heavy scrutiny, all kinds of doubts about him would be magnified and flaws would always be found.

And my only hope is that the counterfeiters can act with conscience, as they said, put their own files into Backlund's archives within a week.

Carrying the material box and sitting in the public carriage, Angel looked at the bustling street outside the window, and another thought popped up in his heart:
Just run away again?
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Back at No. 6 Narcissus Street, she took out her key to open the door and walked in.

Tromi had already cleaned the house and left, but it seemed that he had left not long ago. There was still a trace of wiping on the tea table. The tea set was turned upside down to avoid dust, and the water stains slid off with gravity, leaving a circle of wet watermarks on the table.

When he came to the study, Angel carefully put away his own contract, and went into the basement with a wooden box full of materials.

In the dark basement, there was only a gleam of light from the exit. Under the dark vision, the interior furnishings were the same as when she left last time.

After sorting out the materials she had received, she returned to the study along the stairs. During the day, she was not going to make the "Storm Gathering" bullets for the time being. This work would quickly exhaust her little spirituality, so it would be better to save it until bedtime.

And today is Monday, the day when the "Tarot Club" is held.

The "fool" above the gray mist brought her a sense of mystery and pressure, far surpassing anyone she had ever seen in this world.

Although Madam Sharon was strong, her identity was not mysterious. Through Cole Granger's memory, Angel could roughly understand the ability of an assassin to pass several low-level sequences. This was also an important reason why she was able to kill Madam Sharon with the help of the Nighthawks.

Dunn Smith and Daly Simone are both Extraordinary of the Nighthawks. The former, as the captain of the Nighthawks in Tingen City, possesses the "nightmare" ability that can remotely cause people to fall asleep. The latter even demonstrated the psychic ability to quickly control the opponent and make him slaughtered in the battle with Madam Sharon.

But these are extraordinary abilities within the scope of Angel's understanding. Even relying on her rich combat experience in her previous life, she can find many flaws in these people. As long as her own abilities go further, it is not impossible to defeat them.

Only facing the mysterious "Fool", she had no clue.

Maybe, as he himself said, this was just an attempt on a whim?
At three o'clock in the afternoon, with these doubts and guesses, Angel watched the crimson light gushing out from the teardrop-shaped imprint on the palm of his hand, surrounding himself.

Just like the "gathering" last week, the ancient bronze long table appeared before her eyes, surrounded by magnificent temples, floating with gray mist that never dissipated. On the 22 high-backed chairs, besides myself, there were three hazy human figures sitting together, and their positions remained unchanged from last time.

The mysterious "Fool" figure was shrouded in gray mist. He sat leisurely on the long table, twisting his chin with one hand, as if he was thinking about something, while the other hand was placed flat on the edge of the long table, and his fingers tapped the table regularly.

The long-haired girl "Justice" beside her still maintained her curious nature. She looked around, as if she couldn't believe that she was here again. If she could see her face clearly, it must be full of excitement and excitement.

The "Hanged Man" on the opposite side leaned calmly on the back of the chair, keeping his body away from the long bronze table. He glanced at "The Fool", and seemed to feel a little offended, so he quickly withdrew his gaze and moved his gaze to Angel.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool." The enthusiastic girl first greeted the initiator of the party, and then turned to the other two, greeting in the same tone.

Angel and the Hanged Man greeted politely back, and to her surprise, even the mysterious Fool responded with justice.

After exchanging pleasantries, Angel first opened his mouth to express his gratitude to the Hanged Man: "Mr. Hanged Man, thank you for your help last week. My friend has already obtained his identity card."

Worried that worrying about a small amount of money would affect her image at the party, she didn't mention Hagrid's temporary price increase.

"You're welcome. Although that guy is greedy, he will settle the matter after receiving the money. To tell you the truth, I have also cooperated with him, and the police in Backlund can't find any problems."

I hope I can't really find out the problem, otherwise I may not be able to attend the next meeting...

Thinking of his current situation, Angel could only pray that the "partner" of the Hanged Man is indeed as reliable as he said.

"Mr. Hanged Man, have you received the ghost shark's blood?"

As soon as the conversation between the two ended, Miss Justice couldn't wait to ask about the results of last week's transaction.

"Thank you very much, things are perfect, according to last week's agreement, I will tell you the formula of the 'audience' potion."

Last week, Miss Justice exchanged the ghost shark's blood for the "spectator" potion formula of the Hanged Man. They adopted a "fool" guaranteed transaction model. First, justice will send the ghost shark's blood to the place designated by the Hanged Man, and then tell the potion formula in person after the latter confirms the item.

Looks like the time has come for The Hanged Man to deliver on his promise.

Judging from the memories left by Cole and what he has seen and heard during this period, the potion formulas in this world are very precious resources, either passed down among major churches and secret organizations, or passed down from generation to generation by long-established families.If outsiders want to get it, they can only buy it at a high price, and they may not be able to buy the right one.

Angel just found the "Seer" formula from the Nighthawks in the morning, and when he saw that the two were planning to trade in public, he immediately became interested.

The wise man said it well, one recipe is shared with everyone, and it becomes many recipes.

Apparently, the Hanged Man has heard similar proverbs. He didn't read out the formula directly, but looked at Angel hesitantly. On the contrary, Miss Justice, who paid for the formula, didn't seem to care that the knowledge was known to a third party.

At this moment, the figure of "The Fool" shrouded in gray mist moved, raised his hand on the table, and waved forward.

A piece of curled parchment and a pen appeared in front of the Hanged Man, as if they had been there in the first place and were only noticed at this moment.

"It seems that your transaction has encountered a little trouble." A deep voice came from the bronze table. "Mr. Hanged Man, try to pick up the pen, imagine what needs to be written in your heart, and give an urgent desire to write, and then write."

"thanks for your help."

The Hanged Man tried to touch the pen and paper in front of him with his hand to confirm that they were real and not a phantom in his mind. Then he picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and flattened the parchment.

Are you defending yourself?
Seeing the hazy parchment under the gray mist quickly filled with words under the thoughts of the Hanged Man, Angel's careful thought disappeared like a punctured balloon.

After recording the potion formula in his mind, the Hanged Man picked up the parchment, checked it carefully, rolled it up, and gently pushed it forward.The parchment rolled a few times and moved along the mottled surface of the long bronze table to Miss Justice who was diagonally opposite him.

Seeing the potion formula worth hundreds of pounds roll past her, Angel really wanted to cut it off, but thinking of the unpredictable ability of the actual controller here—the Fool, she still didn't dare to do such a stupid thing.

The transaction can last for a long time only if the third party is not allowed to prostitute for free - she can only comfort herself in this way.

Zhengyi took the parchment, spread it out and looked at it carefully for a long time, then raised his head and excitedly said to the Hanged Man: "Thank you, Mr. Hanged Man, I have remembered it."

"In this way, the transaction is completed. It is very simple to configure a low-sequence potion. You add the ingredients in the formula in order. Be careful, it is better to use less than too much..."

The Hanged Man taught the knowledge of potion preparation to Zhengyi, who was obviously a novice in occultism. He didn't shy away from Angel about these contents, but she just watched the process of old Neil preparing the "Seer" potion for Klein just this morning, and she had the memory of Cole Granger, so she was no stranger to it.

Like a student listening carefully to the class, Miss Justice nodded while listening, and even used the pen provided by the Fool to record the main points on the parchment just now. It seemed that the atmosphere of the university class made Angel rather boring, especially when she had heard all the content in the class.

Confused, she turned her head and looked around. The temple shrouded in gray mist was magnificent and mysterious, and the surrounding space seemed to extend infinitely, making it hard to see clearly.

Angel turned his gaze to the top of the long bronze table. The owner of this space, Mister Fool, was tapping the table with his right index finger on the table, and his invisible eyes seemed to be looking at him.

She was horrified, could it be that this existence discovered that she was trying to watch the potion formula secretly?

(End of this chapter)