Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 288 Renting Books

The next day, Angel came to Sherlock Moriarty's house at No. 15 Minsk Street in the Jowood District.

"I was wondering if you would avoid the limelight or even leave Backlund after what happened that day. I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

When Sherlock opened the door, he was still dressed in his homely white shirt and black vest. His coat and hat were hung by the door, and the fireplace was burning with a blazing fire, dispelling the coldness of early winter.

The most important purpose of Angel's visit this time was to thank Sherlock for his help that day. Although the relationship with "The Fool" was involved, Sherlock must have rushed to the scene at full speed the night before yesterday, and he had time to help her distract the Nighthawks and let her She can wait until the characteristics - part of the characteristics are precipitated, so as not to return empty-handed.

As such, she brings with her nearly all magical items and extraordinary properties.

"You mean, I can pick out some of the day's loot?"

Sherlock looked doubtfully at Angel, who was sitting on the sofa next to the bay window. The latter briefly described the day's battle and went straight to the topic, which caught him off guard.

"Yes, you helped me a lot and you deserve this."

Including the inadvertent battle with the "Devil Dog", she has cooperated with this detective and "magician" three times, and the process has been quite enjoyable. Angel took the initiative to give up some of the benefits, and maintained the relationship out of courtesy. meaning included.

"Those are all obtained from your battle. I just, um, followed Mr. Fool's order to lure away the official Beyonders."

Sherlock said seriously, not impressed by the extraordinary characteristics worth thousands of gold.

Unexpectedly, the other party rejected the easy-to-obtain benefits like this, which made Angel appreciate this follower of the Fool even more in surprise.

Of course, unilateral help would not last long. Angel still offered to give him some cash as a thank you for his help that night, but this would have to wait until she received 5000 pounds from "Justice" Audrey.

She calculated cash, magical items and other assets until late at night yesterday, but when she woke up, she found that she was still the poor witch. She only had 100 pounds in cash, and had a bunch of formulas, magical items, and extraordinary properties, but they were difficult to cash out.

Before she sells the "sheriff" trait to Miss Magic and Justice fulfills her promise, the current "blank check" is the limit of her abilities.

"Speaking of the battle that night, I have always been curious. Your strength should be more than just a 'witch', right? Have you been promoted again?"

After talking about money, Sherlock asked curiously.

"Yes, I have been promoted to Sequence 6," Angel admitted happily. There is no need to hide this apparent strength, not to mention that the other party may want to cooperate with me in the future. "The name of my Sequence 6 potion is... "

Speaking of which, she hesitated.

"…'Pleasure Witch'."

Although Angel had no other meaning when pronouncing the name, after knowing most of the ways to play the "Pleasure Witch", he always felt a little ashamed when hearing the corresponding words.

It was obvious that Sherlock, who was sitting across from him, was not ignorant of this. He was stunned for a moment and then abruptly changed the subject:
"Well, I took the time to go to the Harvest Church last week. The vampire named Emlyn White said that he was going to convert to the Earth Mother, but he was actually released by the priest."

"At that time, he swore that he would never change his faith..."

Angel was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that the vampire who still refused to let go after being locked in the stone door for half a month would actually succumb like this. "Of course it's a lie. He proudly commented that the tall priest was easy to deceive, and then left the church. But he came back in a hurry within half an hour, saying that his mind was filled with the Holy Symbol of Life and his hands were itchy. He wanted to take a broom to clean the church, so I finally hired a carriage to take him away and send him home. Looking at him like that, I’m afraid it won’t be long before he goes back, puts on clerical uniforms, and serves the believers devoutly.”

Is this evil?Or some kind of psychological suggestion?

Angel guessed, thinking of the priest's "Nightmare Candle" and silently mourned for the vampire for a second in his heart.

Then, she asked Sherlock if he had finished reading the occult book and could he borrow it. The latter readily agreed and returned to the second floor. After a few minutes, he brought out a parchment-bound book. The four corners of the black cover of the book are worn and look very dated. The title of the book, "The Book of Secrets", and the author "Karaman" are written in Hermetic language.

After discussion, Angel exchanged the notes of the Abraham family that he had obtained a few days ago and a recipe for "Apprentice" in exchange for a week's borrowing time for the "Book of Secrets."

Of course, she copied Abraham's notes separately, deleting the formulas for "Master of Magic" and "Astrologer". Otherwise, the value of the notes with three formulas would be much higher than the cost of borrowing the "Book of Secrets".

"Why does this notebook feel like it's coming to an abrupt end..."

After browsing through it roughly, Sherlock pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at Angel, and asked doubtfully.

"Because the owner of the notebook is dead. To be precise, I found this notebook at the place where he died."

Angel told him how he divined the "Master Key", asked the vampire Emlyn, and finally went to Wildy Street in the South District to find the notes.

"The master key that allowed us to get lost and encounter the 'Devil Dog' was actually produced after the death of the owner of this notebook?" Sherlock was also amazed at the experience of this descendant of Abraham, and then put down the copied notebook, Said, "Can I borrow the master key and, um, study it together with this notebook?"

Is he preparing to divine the key and obtain more information?Hmm, maybe this real fortune teller doesn't quite believe in my fortune telling skills and wants to try it himself...

Thinking of "divination", Angel was a little angry, but she still nodded, took out the brass key from her pocket, which she rarely carried these days, and handed it to Sherlock.

"Be careful of the curse it contains. It's best not to go out with it."

She reminded the other person carefully.

The detective reached out and took it without answering. Instead, he stared at the key in his hand carefully for a few seconds. Then he suddenly squatted down, pressed it against the carpet under his feet, and twisted it half a turn as if opening a lock.

In an instant, his entire body fell into the rippled carpet and disappeared before Angel's eyes.

"Bam—"

The next second, the flames of the nearby fireplace shot up, and Sherlock's figure stepped out of the flames.

"As I thought, it can be used not only on door locks and walls, but also on floors that are not too thick."

He flashed back to the living room from the basement flames, looking like he was in control, but the dust on his hair and wrinkled shirt still told of his embarrassment just now.

What answered him was Angel's disembodied laughter.

(End of this chapter)