Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 333 The Witch’s Escape Plan
Smile, me?
Angel was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously raised his face to avoid exposing any flaws.

Then she realized that Audrey must have heard Sherlock's voice at the last second when using the communication potion to communicate last night, so she became a little suspicious.

"Just a correspondence with another friend."

She answered calmly, just like she had answered Sherlock yesterday.

Taking these few seconds, she thought about some sad things in her mind, adjusted the micro-expression on her face, and then asked:
"What now? Does it look a little sad?"

"Ah, what?"

Audrey's face was full of confusion at this time. She glanced at Susie beside her and thought she heard wrongly.

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A group of carriages soon arrived at Earl Wolfe's estate, also in Queens. After going through complicated procedures, Angel entered the ball hall as an entourage, along with Audrey, her personal maid, and golden retriever dog Susie, including Others, including the extraordinary guards, stayed in the side hall to receive other hospitality.

Count Wolfe's manor was obviously not built for socializing, but even so, the first-floor hall set up as a ballroom was still more luxurious than any other salon or dance venue Angel had ever seen.

The crystal chandelier above illuminates the hall like daylight. The orchestra plays soothing and melodious music on the marble platform. Men and women dance gracefully under the lights and music, or communicate with each other while holding champagne.

Except for the dinner party held by the prince last time, this is the most luxurious place I have ever seen... Maybe the cost of hosting this ball is enough to buy the extraordinary characteristics of an "Apostle of Desire". Well, that may mean that... The life of a duke?
Angel looked around the hall with some emotion.

Audrey next to her had a different view.

"Due to the abolition of the Corn Act, grain prices have dropped, and the land aristocrats' income from fields and pastures has declined severely. This Earl has sold more than 80 acres of land this year to maintain expenses on clothing, jewelry, and social banquets. .”

Do you mean that Count Wolfe looks glamorous, but is actually making ends meet?

Angel looked at Audrey beside him with doubtful eyes, wondering why she suddenly mentioned this, but he saw a charming smile on the girl's face. She took two steps forward, lifted up her skirt, and elegantly said to a girl. A lady came and bowed.

"Countess, good evening, is the necklace you have today a new creation by Master Beruca? I just saw it in a magazine!"

"Finally someone has noticed, Audrey, you are truly Backlund's most dazzling angel."

The countess, whose chest was shining with emeralds, covered her mouth and laughed.

If the other person looks average, praise the clothes and jewelry. If the dress doesn't match, praise the behavior. If you really can't find any good points, say the banquet decoration is impressive...

Angel recalled the words in the social quick guide in "Aristocratic Etiquette" in his mind, and felt that he had a new understanding of the conversation between the two.

Fortunately, the greeting between Audrey and the countess ended quickly. She turned around and returned to her indifferent expression and relaxed demeanor. It seemed that this was her true state, and the previous one was just a performance for the "audience".

"She is Count Wolfe's wife. That necklace is worth more than 1 acres."

Audrey added quietly.

After the countess, young men came over from time to time to invite Audrey to dance, but she politely refused them all, until a middle-aged woman came over and whispered a few words to her, Audrey Then he apologized and said to Angel:

"Sorry, Miss Eileen, I'm going to the side hall for a moment. Can you help me take care of Susie?"

This was the code the two had agreed upon in advance, which meant that the "Psychological Alchemy Society" was here.

Angel nodded cautiously. She knew that Audrey had prayed to the Fool before setting off and received some kind of blessing. She was not worried about being discovered by the "Psychological Alchemy Society", but with Ms. D's "example", maybe she could still Someone will be eyeing this beautiful girl.

"I'll be waiting in the lobby. If you have any questions, shout immediately."

She whispered, watched Audrey leave with the lady, and then took Susie to the corner of the hall, where there were two long tables filled with food and wine for guests to take.There is even a special area for guests’ pets to eat and play.

Watching Audrey's personal maid Anne take Susie into the "Pet Zone", Angel couldn't help feeling a little emotional. The pets of wealthy people lived better than those of the people in the East End.

However, this is an extraordinary dog...

She comforted herself with this reason and turned her eyes to the dance floor in the center of the hall, but was surprised to find someone she knew among them.

Lola Swan, the pleasure witch is hugging Vincent, the "Hunter" Path Extraordinary who accompanied her in the previous secret meeting, dancing fast-paced to cheerful music.

Why is she here too?
Angel subconsciously looked for another pleasure witch and her boss in the witch sect, Servilia.

It's a pity that this witch who also likes to join in the fun at upper-class social occasions did not show up. Angel has not seen her for nearly half a month. Several times he went to Baron Langdon's home and could only see the butler who sent the message.

This made Angel think for a while that the Witch Cult was carrying out some big operation, perhaps related to the "Ms. Desperate" who was about to return to Backlund.

Since she was here to accompany Audrey to contact the "Psychological Alchemy Society" this time, she did not contact Laura. Instead, she hid behind, trying to avoid the other party's sight as much as possible, while praying for Audrey's " The interview can end as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, trouble always finds her.

"I didn't expect to see you here. Did Servilia ask you to come here?"

A seductive female voice came from beside Angel, which made her heart tighten.

It was Triss, the happy witch who was assigned to the royal family by the witch sect and was suspected of being manipulated by "0-08". She was also one of the people she least wanted to meet at this time.

Slowly turning around, she saw Triss standing next to her wearing an old-fashioned palace dress that was not suitable for her age. She had a faint smile on her face, but her eyes were very cold.

Behind her was a gentleman with short curly brown hair. The latter politely kept enough distance to allow the two ladies to talk safely, but his eyes remained on Triss, his eyes full of adoration.

Not the middle-aged man who accompanied her last time... In such a short period of time, this guy deceived another one?
Strange thoughts came to Angel's mind, and then he responded in a low voice:
"I haven't seen Servilia for half a month. This time I came with my friends." She quickly glanced around the hall and then asked curiously, "Where is your prince? I thought you I will always be with him.”

"Do I look like the kind of woman who can't live without a man?" There was an expression on Tris's face that didn't know whether it was anger or helplessness. "But this is better. I hope you can remember our agreement. If you don't interfere, , I can handle the other monitors myself."

"Agreement?"

Angel was a little confused. When did she make an agreement with this witch?

Before she could figure it out, the man behind Triss came forward. Triss, who was saying that she was "not that kind of woman" a second ago, immediately greeted him with a bright smile, which made Angel a little amused.

But then, she thought of another possibility, and the smile gradually disappeared from her face.

Does this guy want to take the opportunity of attending the ball to escape from the control of Prince Edsac and the Witch Cult?That's why you mentioned the "promise", you want me not to stop it?
Seeing the man quietly leave from the side door and Tris returning to the center of the dance floor with a smile on her face, Angel suddenly understood all this.

But she really had no reason to stop her. Triss was obviously the top priority in the Witch Sect's series of actions, and perhaps symbolized the cooperation between the witches and the royal family. She originally wanted to find an opportunity to report to the official extraordinary people, so as to To destroy the Witch Sect's conspiracy, Angel would like to see the chess piece try to jump out of the chessboard.

So she just held a glass of champagne and watched coldly in a corner of the hall. She noticed that several guests were staring at Triss just like her. Those might be the "other monitors" Triss called.

Within a few minutes, several sharp whistles suddenly came from the window, followed by chaotic footsteps and shouts one after another.

The guests in the ballroom quickly noticed the commotion outside, stopped the movements of their hands and feet, and looked around suspiciously. The few people monitoring Triss were inevitably attracted by the movement outside the door, and strict surveillance appeared. There was a glitch.

The next second, Triss disappeared from the crowd.

(End of this chapter)