Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 359 Ruins on the outskirts of Eastern District

The two-wheeled carriage without any markings drove all the way from the West End through the Jowood District. As it approached the East End, to Angel's surprise, the front right wheel fell off the axle and rolled far along the stone road, leaving the carriage inside the carriage. Got into a little chaos.

Suppressing her smile, she watched Servilia angrily reprimand the peripheral member of the sect who was driving, and then when another carriage with a similar appearance arrived, she took Angel and got on it again.

"Fortunately, we were planning to change cars nearby, otherwise we would have had to hire a carriage to go to the countryside."

Servilia explained gloomily, but Angel always felt that she was calling another carriage temporarily because the coachman was not familiar with their destination and had to correct the direction under her constant command.

The carriage circled along the outer edge of the East District and came to the small road in the eastern suburbs of Backlund. It didn't stop next to a small town until the sun was high. Angel, led by Servilia, left on foot from the other side of the town, walked around the mountain road for a while, and entered a hidden cave beside the tributary of the rushing Tasok River.

"At first I thought I would meet Ms. Desperate in a luxurious villa in Queens, and then I thought a hidden alley in the East Side would be good too, but I didn't expect..."

Angel looked around at the original cave with no traces of artificial excavation, and said with a hint of ridicule:
  "...in such a damp and cold cave."

"Just tell me this. When you see Ms. Panatia later, you'd better put away your thorns."

To her surprise, Servilia did not refute these words, but reminded her in a low voice, her face no longer showing the usual temptation and indifference, but a solemn expression.

The two walked through the moss-covered cave one after another and entered the narrow tunnel. When they could barely hear the sound of running water from the outside, the tunnel suddenly opened up, and at the end appeared a paved stone road, artificially carved stone pillars and a tunnel. A heavy door.

This looks like an underground palace, or at least a large stronghold. Could it be the base where the Witch Sect hides and transfers slaves? But why were there no guards, not even lights?
  Angel was a little surprised as he watched Servilia push open the door on one side and duck through the gap. Then a dull voice came from behind the door:

"Hurry, Ms. Despair is down there."

She followed her instructions and saw that there was direct sunlight behind the door. It didn't look like it was underground at all. It was surrounded by thick stone pillars. They didn't look like they were made recently, but were at least hundreds of years old. The gray stone slabs on the ground were neat. But it is full of cracks, and the age of the stone pillar will not be much different.

Looking up, I saw that part of the tall stone dome had collapsed in the center, revealing the branches swaying in the wind and the sun hanging high in the sky.

Below the gap, in the center of the hall, stood a stone altar with some wooden crates scattered around it. The blood oozing out from under the crates had long since dried up. It was unknown how long it had been there.

Could this be some ancient ruins that was discovered, excavated and "wasted" by the Witch Sect?

With her shallow historical knowledge, she also knew that there were many ancient ruins from the early Fifth Period or even the Quaternary Period near Backlund. The ruins she was currently at were only a few kilometers away from the East District, and the one she met last week was... The ruins of the Tudor period of the Fourth Age where the sealed evil spirits are located are actually underground in Queen Backlund.

If the entire Backlund and surrounding areas were hollowed out, there might be dozens of ruins and tombs of different styles underground... Did the Witch Sect choose this place with some plan, or was it just a random search for an uninhabited area?

With doubts, Angel followed the silent Servilia and left from the stone door on the other side of the ruins hall. He walked down the winding passage for a few minutes and came to a windowless room. Inside.

On the way, she didn't meet any guards, as if there were only two of them in this ancient, hidden ruins.

It wasn't until she entered the room that she saw the target of her trip, the "Lady of Despair" Panatia, who was mentioned repeatedly in the words of the two pleasure witches Servilia and Laura.

The latter was wearing a white robe, with his hair pulled back casually. His back was to the door, and he was facing a full-length mirror. The edge of the mirror was smeared with a dark red sticky substance, which was dissolving and evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Knowing that this was mirror communication, Angel instinctively glanced at the center of the mirror, but the angle was not good, and he could only see the darkness from time to time in the shrouded fog.

"Ms. Despair." Servilia half-bent down respectfully and said hello.

Angel also followed her example and stood by the door without saying a word.

Time passed like this in the silent conversation between Panatia and the person in the mirror. It was not until the mirror returned to normal and the communication potion was completely exhausted that the woman in white robe turned around and looked at Angel with a pair of shining eyes.

She has a bright appearance, but does not contain a hint of gaudiness. She is like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world, which gradually arouses Angel's primitive desire for women that has almost been buried in his heart, and there is even a bit of violent impulse in it, wanting to destroy. Her beauty and holiness.

Obviously, this is a temptation far greater than "pleasure"...

"Are you Eileen Watson, the witch who came to Backlund from Tingen?"

A pleasant female voice sounded in his ears, Angel nodded involuntarily, and then he was horrified to realize that the action just now did not go through his mind at all, and was a completely subconscious response.

Was this the effect of a magical item, or the influence of her words? Or is it some kind of "divination" using dialogue, but is resisted by the anti-divination in me?

At this moment, she was thinking a lot, but before she could think of the answer, Panatya's next words made her heartbeat slow down by half a beat:

"Then, take off your disguise, the new witch of 'joy'."

"what?"

The one who exclaimed was Servilia, who was standing obediently by the side. She was even more surprised than Angel whose identity was revealed. She subconsciously took two steps away and her eyes stayed on the ordinary-looking witch for a long time.

"Yes, Ms. Despair."

Angel looked calm. She held the frenzy ring on her finger and gently took it off. Her black hair and round face changed back to her "true appearance" in an instant: long brown hair from Ms. D, lake blue. The eyes belong to Laura Swann, and the facial features are somewhat similar to Audrey, but they have also been slightly adjusted to avoid being recognized by Servilia.

She believed that as a high-ranking member of the Witch Sect, Ms. Despair must have met the Happy Witches such as Mitis and Mrs. Sharon. Therefore, she did not use them as materials to fabricate the extraordinary characteristics of the "faceless man", but pieced together a The new face, hidden under the effect of the "Ring of Madness", serves as another layer of insurance.

Sure enough, the demigod easily saw through her psychological disguise.

If the "faceless man" is also seen through, he can only reveal his true face, but if they have divined the cause of Mrs. Sharon's death, they will probably know that many of Tingen's plans were ruined because of my "betrayal", then It's the worst case scenario...

Angel thought with some anxiety, but except for Servilia's eyes widening in surprise, the desperate lady in white robes made no further moves.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Despair, I...I'm ashamed of myself for not being able to see through her disguise."

The most nervous person in the room was actually Servilia, who had met Angel no less than ten times, but had never doubted the ordinary appearance of the "witch". There were a few drops of sweat on her face, and she kept looking at Angel and Panatia. move between.

"Don't worry about it, Servilia," Panatia said softly, her gaze first staying on Angel's face for a moment, and then looking at the Crazy Ring in her hand, "She is now in the same sequence as You, and she uses magical items to Without the disguise, if I were in your position, I would probably only regard her as an alien among witches, instead of hiding her true appearance."

"But rather than the origin of this magical item, I'm actually more curious, where did you get the complete 'Happiness' potion formula?"

(End of this chapter)