Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 302 A frightening change

Then, she sneered and continued:

"I didn't expect that after Mrs. Sharon's death, everyone would not be able to escape the follow-up arrangements. After leaving Tingen, we would actually meet again in Backlund... How is it? Are you used to the life of a woman?"

By the end of the sentence, Triss's tone had changed from ridicule to sadness. It seemed that she was not only mocking the witch in front of her who was in the same situation as her, but also lamenting that her life after promotion was not what she expected.

She did not recognize any specific "Assassin" colleague Angel was, but regarded her as one of the companions who had been under Mrs. Sharon but had never met.This is also consistent with the memory Angel inherited from Cole Granger. Cole has not met Tris or other assassins, but only knows that Mrs. Sharon is not the only one.

That’s the benefit…well, and the downside…of one-way connections.

Thanking the dead Mrs. Sharon for her "contribution", Angel also showed a hint of sadness, using this to close the distance between the two, and then asked:

"Severia only asked me to meet you. What plans did she have? And why are you here?"

——Is this the "joint conspiracy between the Witch Sect and the Aurora Society" that Laura said?
Triss's sad eyes became blurred, and her face was full of doubts, as if she was just starting to think about her own problems.

"I...I don't know. After I came to Backlund, they arranged for me to get close to Edsac, but this was not what I wanted. I tried to escape, but I was always caught due to various coincidences. , I have become accustomed to that kind of life recently...as if I have fallen into an abyss from which I cannot escape."

"Do you know that feeling? I originally liked women, the kind with beautiful faces and attractive figures, but now I have become such a woman, and every day I wake up to find that I am naked and surrounded by the same naked body. A man in his arms..."

Her lips parted slightly, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes wandered around, and finally locked on Angel, whose expectant eyes made the latter a little uneasy.

"Since you know me, please help me," Triss said with endless temptation in her tone, as thick as the syrup on Angel's favorite sweets, "I will tell Servilia, let you Get close to me and spy on me. From now on, all you have to do is look for opportunities..."

Halfway through her words, the confusion and hope on Triss's face disappeared, and she returned to the faint smile she had when they first met. Her black pupils expanded, the whites of her eyes were covered, and her long black hair spread automatically without wind.

This incoherent scene, as if the film had skipped a section, made Angel tense up. He quietly took two steps back and came to the edge of the balcony.

As long as Triss made any move, she would be ready to jump off the building to escape.

As if only a moment had passed, the abnormality in the "Happy Witch" who was confused about her identity disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

With a gentle and sweet face and a hint of temptation in her slender eyes, Triss grinned slightly. She stretched out her left hand and elegantly took care of her messy long hair and the complicated and heavy dress. As skillful and natural as a natural woman.

"I'm sorry, I was a little rude just now. Please tell Servilia that I will play my role well."

Saying completely different words from before, Triss put down her left hand, came to the balcony door, opened the door, and left accompanied by the middle-aged man.

The sapphire ring on the little finger of her left hand shone under the light, making Angel a little scared.

Subconsciously walking out of the balcony, Angel looked at the two people's backs and came to the stairs. A young man wearing a tight-fitting dress like a military uniform came over, stretched out his hand to take Triss's slender arm, and walked down the stairs.

The middle-aged man stood at the stairs for a long time, looking in the direction where the two people left.

This scene that could have made Angel daydream could not enter her heart at all at this time. The scene where Tris suddenly changed her face just now was like a fishbone stuck in her throat, making her feel uneasy and frightened.

She hurried back to the restaurant, took a glass of white wine and drank it in one gulp. The burning sensation of the alcohol spread from her mouth to her chest and abdomen, making her heart gradually calm down.

It was only then that Angel realized that the clothes on her back were already wet. It was the cold sweat she shed while watching Triss leave on the balcony.

……

After resting for a while and regaining his strength, Angel returned to the hall in front and saw Servilia dancing a cheerful double dance with another unknown aristocratic man to the intis dance music.

"This guy really has a wide range of contacts... She should be allowed to experience the terrifying incident just now, and then I should dance without any worries!"

Angel cursed and waited by the railing on the second floor until Servilia finished dancing the song and returned to the second floor under the reluctant eyes of the noble man and came to her side.

"Judging from your expression, you must have seen your old friend, right? Are you surprised?"

Taking a glass of sparkling wine from the waiter on the side, Servilia took a sip and asked with her eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

More than just a surprise, it was simply terrifying...

Angel wanted to answer like this, but looking at the other party's expression, it was obvious that she was just talking about the acquaintance between her and "Tris", not the strange events that happened afterwards, so she did not mention that incident, but frowned and asked:

"Who was the young man who took Tris away just now? He was wearing a uniform like a military uniform, and his face was a bit round..." Servilia quickly smiled after hearing Angel's description.

"He is the organizer of this ball, and this luxurious manor is one of his mansions in Backlund. 'Edsac Augustus', do you remember the name?"

Edsac... Triss mentioned this name just now, saying that she was arranged by the Witch Sect to get close to him, and Augustus, this is the surname of the royal family of the Loen Kingdom!

"He is the prince of Loen Kingdom?"

"One of the princes. Although Edsac is not as valued as his two brothers and is unlikely to inherit the throne, his assets are still measured in millions of pounds. This manor is just one of his properties. It’s just an insignificant part.”

Angel suddenly realized, remembering the various Augustus heads printed on gold pounds, sulers and pennies. They all had round, lovely faces.

No wonder Servilia and the Witch Cult consider Triss to be an important chess piece. She has actually gotten close to a certain prince, and may even have become his mistress...

Thinking of Triss's tangled and confused expression just now, as well as her confusion about her identity change, Angel wanted to laugh. She even looked forward to seeing what Prince Edsac would look like when he discovered Triss's true identity. .

But then he thought that his own identity was also the same, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

Seeing Angel's expression changing, Servilia chuckled and continued to ask:

"What did she tell you? Did she mention the prince's movements?"

"I didn't mention it. I even just found out from you that she knew the prince... Triss just talked to me about Tingen. Before she became a 'witch', she was confused about her identity, and then let I convey to you that she will play her role well and then leave."

Angel skipped the mysterious and terrifying changes in the middle and told Servilia almost "truthfully" about the conversation between the two.

The latter nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good. My identity is relatively conspicuous and I am not suitable for getting close to her. But you can 'encounter' her by chance and appear next to her often. I will create opportunities for you to get close to Triss. But remember The most important thing is to ensure that she stays at her 'post' and reports any abnormality to me immediately."

"Abnormal? Like what kind?"

Thinking of the abnormal phenomenon just now, Angel quickly asked.

"Of course it's an attempt to escape. She has tried it several times. Oh, I don't even think about how she could escape our 'arrangement'..."

arrangement?

Angel instantly thought of the "various coincidences" that Triss said, and the experience of being "arranged" for the Nighthawks team in Tingen City, and grabbed this key clue.

"Okay, I understand," she replied without changing her expression, nodding slowly, "She has left, shall we leave now?"

"It's only less than 8 o'clock now. It can only be regarded as a warm-up, and then it will be a formal occasion."

The happy witch who was addicted to socializing and dancing smiled slightly, took two steps forward, stretched out her wrist to accept the invitation of another noble, and the two of them walked down the stairs under Angel's gaze, entered the dance floor, and danced again The kind of dance that makes people blush.

What about Graylingt?Why is he missing?
Angel glanced around, but did not find the Viscount who had been rubbing elbows with Servilia before.

Could it be that he couldn't stand the temptation of those erotic scenes and the pleasure witch, so he left first?

"I'm sorry, miss." Just when she didn't know where to look, a low voice sounded in her ears, "Someone you know asked me to give this item to you."

Angel turned around and looked. The middle-aged man who had been following Tris quietly came over and handed out a beautifully shaped handkerchief. It was folded casually and seemed to have some hard object inside.

"Triss?"

Although she already guessed who the other party was talking about, she still asked cautiously.

The man nodded, handed over his handkerchief, and looked around cautiously. Seeing that no one was paying attention to this corner, he turned around and left quickly.

Walking to a deserted place, Angel opened the handkerchief. Inside this obviously valuable handkerchief was a transparent test tube, which was tightly sealed by a cork. The viscous dark red liquid inside was slowing down as Angel turned it over. Slowly changing shape, with little bits of gray-white powder shining in it.

This is a communication potion belonging to the "Happy Witch"!

(End of this chapter)