Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 343: What kind of acting?
"Ahem, it's 'her'," Sherlock was holding the coffee and was about to put it to his lips. He coughed as if he was being choked and replied, "A mid-sequence Extraordinary person I met at the Brave Bar. I have some connections in Backlund’s underground world, and I have received help from her before.”

"It's just cooperation, no other communication."

He added.

I just subconsciously asked, why do you have to explain so much...

Angel looked away uneasily, but felt inexplicably relieved.

There was a brief silence in the living room.

By the way, the purpose of my coming today...

She remembered her main mission here, looked at Sherlock again, and found that he was looking at her with a smile on his face, and said quickly:
"I came here today because I wanted to..."

She told Sherlock in detail about tracking down to Barron's house, conducting interrogation, and fighting Heras and killing the psychic last night.

After hearing what happened last night, the extraordinary detective also stopped smiling, crossed his legs and fell into deep thought.

"Are you sure that the military, and even the royal family, are related to this matter? Is it just because of the Beyonders of the 'Arbiter' path? No matter how strict the potion formula is, there will still be wild Beyonders who get it."

After a moment, he asked.

"Not only that, but the Extraordinaries in Caping's family last time, as well as the police's cold treatment before and after, all indicate that human trafficking is not simple. The most important thing is that the royal family and the Witch Sect are likely to have some kind of cooperation. , and the latter has been identified as one of the organizers of human trafficking."

Angel explained patiently.

"As far as I know, a prince of the Roen royal family, Edsac Augustus, fell in love with a commoner woman. Her name is Triss, which should be familiar to you."

After a moment of confusion, Sherlock's eyes widened and he asked in a low voice:
"Tingen City?"

"Yes, that's the 'witch'. She has become the 'Witch of Joy' in Sequence 6."

Angel whispered, as if he was afraid that a third party would hear his voice.

"But I remember, wasn't she a male 'instigator'? The prince actually fell in love with her?" Sherlock's mouth twitched as if he heard something incredible, "This reminds me of what I saw recently An ancient book mentions the 'Original Witch', which is the existence that the Witch Sect believes in. Her name is 'Chike', which is a male name! Did the Witch Sect intentionally go to this place when selecting members? Are you choosing from different aspects, out of some bad taste or the purpose of the sect?”

"'Original Witch' Chick..."

Angel was a little shocked when she heard this secret for the first time, but she quickly returned to her topic and continued:
"Your suspicion is correct. Triss does not love the prince, and the prince's love is so strong that it is a bit unreal. But their relationship is likely to have...the interference and arrangement of a certain item."

Not daring to name the item, Angel just gave it a look. When Sherlock heard "arrangement", he immediately understood what the other person meant, his lips pursed tightly, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

After a long time, he continued what Angel had said:

"Then, together with the 'Aurora Society' who tried to summon the evil god in the dock area some time ago, this group of people has gathered together again, and even added a certain prince... But why would such a high-ranking person participate? Could this matter be...for greater power?"

As the fifth child of the current King George III of Loen, Edsac has no hope of inheriting the throne under normal circumstances. If he wants to go further, then I am afraid he will have to create some "abnormalities" situation, for example, make yourself the first heir, or simply plot a rebellion...

The two people's eyes met, and they both saw the same suspicion as their own in the other's eyes. "It seems that your friend at the party was right. The water is very deep here..."

Sherlock sighed, reaching for the coffee cup, only to find that it was empty.

Angel added it for him and said with a wry smile:

"Now I don't know whether I should report it or not. Even official extraordinary people would probably act cautiously when faced with the infighting within the royal family, let alone the ordinary police. They would just stuff the report letter into the deepest part of the archives. , I wish no one would see it for 100 years.”

"Of course you have to report it. The person who punished Capin was responsible for the case, and it was reported in the end. The three major churches and the royal family are not of the same mind, and there are even conflicts of interest. What's more, this is only the case of a certain prince with lower inheritance rights. Other members of the royal family may not agree with his actions, especially King George III, who is in his prime..."

Stroking his increasingly thick beard, Sherlock analyzed:

"However, reporting requires a method. If you report directly, or hire a homeless man to deliver a letter like last time, you can easily be traced to yourself. It is best to find a channel that can contact the royal family through the nobles, so that Edsac can The prince’s political enemies stepped forward and turned the matter into an infighting within the royal family.”

Noble…Miss Audrey!

Angel immediately thought of a good way. "Justice" Audrey could influence other nobles through her father and muddy the water, and since she contacted the other party through the "Tarot Society", it would be difficult to be traced by other means.

When Edsac fell into criticism within the royal family, he reported the matter to the three major churches, saying that there were people from the Witch Sect around the prince...

However, would this be in line with Triss's wishes? Last time, she said she would rather be taken into the church and locked up in an underground prison for the rest of her life than stay with the prince...

Hiding the part about Tarot Club, she organized her thoughts and told Sherlock, who agreed with this method.

It's a pity that we have to wait until next week to find an opportunity to report. These people may use this week to eliminate most of the evidence, or even cut off the entire route of transporting slaves, to avoid being followed to find all the nodes... But this is also It will make them relax their vigilance. They think that I have only found the level of Heras, but I have actually targeted Prince Edsac and the Witch Cult, and have decisive evidence against the prince.

Angel was deep in thought, perfecting the details of his plan, while Sherlock yawned in boredom. It seemed that he didn't sleep well last night, or that he woke up too early in the morning and lacked sleep.

"By the way, when I used the mirror to communicate last time, you asked me how the potion was digested," he said in a somewhat idle manner in order to liven up the atmosphere, "I have tried to do some simple things these days. Acting, coupled with the 'feedback' provided by Ikanser of the 'Machine Heart', the potion is almost complete... I want to say, well, the progress of your potion digestion..."

Thinking of how to play the "Happy Witch" and the madness that night, Sherlock's voice became lower and lower. He looked at Angel's face that instantly turned red across the coffee table. He didn't dare to continue asking, secretly regretting that he was looking for nothing. topic of.

"what do you want to say?"

After a moment, Angel, whose blush disappeared, looked at Sherlock coldly, pursed his lips and asked.

"I mean, tonight..." Sherlock glanced out the window and found that it was noon when the sun was shining brightly. He paused and chose to continue, "If you need to continue the acting, I... "

……

At the door of No. 17 Minsk Street, the landlord Mrs. Summer, who had just returned home and was about to open the door to enter the house, heard the sound of the door slamming. She looked at the house next door rented to the detective Sherlock Moriarty and saw a young man. The woman walked away quickly from the door with a blushing face. Thinking of the embarrassed Sherlock's expression when he borrowed women's clothes from home a few days ago, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Young people are so energetic..."

As if she heard Mrs. Summer's whisper, the woman tightened her hood and walked a little faster.

(End of this chapter)