Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 271 Tarot Club is really amazing

The day after she officially returned to the Tarot Society, Angel got up early. It was already the end of October, and the early winter morning was a little chilly, but the smoldering fireplace brought warmth to the entire living room, allowing her to Wearing thin clothes, making your own breakfast.

When she was imitating the cooking master's technique of tilting the pan to flip the omelette, the sudden burning sensation in her waist made her arm shake. The omelette fell to the edge of the pan and was cut off by the slightly sharp edge of the pan. Half of it fell on the stove.

Without caring about cleaning up, Angel touched the hot spot and took out the occult substitute made from her own hair and blood that she always carried with her. The appearance of the bunch of hair tied into a human shape did not change, but Angel, who has a close connection with it, knows that some kind of curse has been directed to the double, and the double has warned her.

The only one who can curse her like this is Servilia Langdon, who preserves her blood, the Witch of Joy of the Witch Cult, her "online".

But this is different from that fatal curse. It can't even make the substitute burn or change color. Angel guessed that without this substitute, letting the curse directly affect her body would only cause her chest pain for a moment.

"A non-fatal curse early in the morning. Is it a warning? Or is it some kind of bad taste?"

She threw half of the ash-stained omelette into the trash can, put the remaining half into the bread with the bacon, and added a cup of coffee as a simple breakfast. She ate while thinking about the reason for this.

"Perhaps it was some kind of emergency notification? She guessed that I would think of her after the pain, and then go to her to ask?"

Remembering that he should indeed go to Servilia's house for "regular meetings", Angel confirmed the other party's purpose and relaxed a little.

Even though she already had a way to deal with the curse, she still didn't want to break up with the Witch Sect.

After hastily finishing breakfast, she packed up the kitchen and headed to Baron Langdon's mansion in the West End.

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"You're very smart. You arrived here within an hour after I issued the curse."

Servilia was sitting in the reception room, enjoying the seemingly endless tea, and said with a faint smile on her face.

"I thought you had something urgent to do, but I didn't expect you were enjoying 'morning tea' here."

Angel said with a dark face, took a piece of delicate pastry and took a hard bite, as if biting the happy witch in front of him, and then swallowed it in relief, but almost choked himself.

There is no so-called morning tea culture in the Kingdom of Loen, but looking at Servilia's situation, there may be an uninterrupted supply of tea from morning to night, which makes Angel quite jealous and can't help but wonder about the property she inherited from Baron Langdon. How much income is there every year?

"Of course I came to you with important instructions," Servilia picked up the tea cup and smelled the tea, but did not drink it, but said slowly, "If you are willing to hand over your address, of course I will There is no need to contact you in such a dangerous way.”

"Thank you, no need."

Angel forced a smile and refused the other party's request. He went to great lengths to prepare a safe house and used a variety of anti-divination methods. Wasn't it just to give himself a home where he could sleep peacefully?
As if she had expected it, Servilia did not delve into this topic, but got down to business.

"There are two important things. First, Miss Audrey Hall invites you to attend their small party at Viscount Gray Lint's house. I have agreed for you, just tomorrow afternoon; second, you are already considered It’s time for the official members of the Witch Cult to have their own subordinates.”

subordinate?I'm afraid it's a monitor, right?

Angel thought darkly.

"Assassin or instigator? It can't be a witch like me, right?"

"Of course it's a Sequence 9. He has just passed the test and obtained the magic potion. He needs a mentor in mysticism. If you have a target that is inconvenient to attack, you can also try to let him 'solve' it. This is how the sect passes the old I have been the one who leads the new and continues to grow, and so are you."

Servilia's tone seemed to be talking about some academic "teacher and student" thing, but Angel knew that the so-called "test" was probably to instruct the other party to kill someone, maybe a gang leader, maybe just to provoke someone. Ordinary people who join the witch sect can judge whether they are worthy of further training based on their completion speed, killing methods and psychological endurance.

This is how Cole Granger was led into the abyss step by step by Mrs. Sharon.

Unfortunately, she did not have the right to refuse... She nodded, agreeing to the matter. Servilia did not immediately ask Angel to meet the new assassin, and she was happy to delay it for a while.

Maybe the other party will forget about it after a while...

……

Hugh Dilcha carefully hid the dagger under his clothes, put on a cloak, and prepared to leave home and go to a gathering of extraordinary people in the East End.

Although she was dissatisfied with the attitude of the "golden mask", for her "sheriff" potion, she still had to investigate who had come into contact with the dead human trafficker Capin, and whether anyone was selling it at the Extraordinary gathering. A special material that can be directly prepared into "sheriff" and "interrogator" potions.

She didn't want Forsi to participate in this kind of thing, because it was almost a hopeless task. Over the past week, she had searched for connections and attended different parties, but found nothing.

When she was about to go out, Forsi returned to her residence with a smile on her face. When she saw Xio was about to leave, she simply said hello and then walked to her room.

"Forsi, what good thing happened to you again? Found the subject of the new novel?"

she asked casually.

"No, I have already determined the subject of the novel, and it is not worthy of my joy. But I got the news yesterday that someone is selling the 'Master of Magic' formula I need, and it only costs 450 pounds. The price was not increased because of my anxiety."

Forsi replied with a smile. She had just come back from the bank, withdrew half of her savings, and was about to return to the bedroom to dedicate the money to the Fool through the sacrificial ritual she learned in the Tarot Society, and have a relationship with the "Queen" lady. Trading.

In my novel, this kind of "sacrifice" is all made by burning...

She muttered rather disrespectfully in her heart. Seeing that her friend had opened the door and was about to leave, she quickly asked:

"Where are you going?"

"The mission I mentioned last time, oh, I didn't expect to get the 'Sheriff' recipe, and have to run around for its ingredients. I will be very busy these days, so you don't have to wait for me while eating."

Xio put on his hood, as if his whole body was trapped in the cloak, then walked out of the room and closed the door with a bang from the outside.

"...I'm going to ask her to attend Miss Audrey's party tomorrow, but it looks like she will be absent again."

Looking at the other party's hurried figure, Forsi murmured, then remembered his own business, returned to the bedroom, locked the door, closed the curtains, found a hooded robe that was rarely worn, changed into it, and hid it On his own face, he then arranged ritual magic to communicate with the Fool.

After some operations, she watched helplessly as her 450 pounds in cash disappeared into the illusory door in the mist, and then an image appeared in her mind. A tall woman, also wearing a hood, recited the potion loudly. Forsi listened carefully and tried to write down the recipe, but found that he did not need to do so at all. This content had been imprinted deep in his memory.

This is the power of Mr. Fool!

Full of joy, she dismantled the ritual, lifted the spiritual wall, rushed to the desk, and recorded the formula in her mind with pen and paper to avoid forgetting it and trouble Miss "Queen" to convey it again.

"The stomach bag of a soul eater...the blood of a deep-sea marlin..."

Reciting the main material of "Master of Magic", the smile on her face became more and more obvious, and she walked back and forth in the small bedroom, overwhelmed with joy.

It had been several years since she had gone to various gatherings of Extraordinaries in Backlund and asked many Extraordinaries she had met. The formula she had never been able to obtain was actually easily purchased just half a month after joining the mysterious Tarot Society. .

"Our Tarot Club is really amazing!"

She almost forgot the fear of being pulled into the gray mist space when she chanted the Fool's honorable name, and silently praised Mr. Fool in her heart.

(End of this chapter)