Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 382 Before departure from Hong Kong

In the conference room underground of Backlund Steam Church.

A member of the Presbyterian Council, the Archbishop of Backlund Diocese, Horamik Haydn, was wearing a white priest's robe and sitting at the head of the long table. He looked unusually tired, making the deacons and captains of the "Mechanical Heart" at the table look at each other. .

In the past few days, this demigod has been traveling around to clean up the aftermath of last week's great smog. He has fought for more benefits for the Steam Church in the negotiations between the royal family and the three major churches, and has joined forces with the Church of Storms and the Church of Night to attack Baekeland. He must fight against the remaining cult strongholds in Decheng District and repair his damaged mechanical dolls.

Although too much exertion will not cause his body to collapse, which is different from ordinary people, the damage to his spirit is obvious.

The most important thing is that the Church of Steam played almost no positive role in this disaster. The smog was finally dispersed by Archbishop Raydal Valentine of the Church of Storms, and Anthony Steve of the Church of Night. Vincent was the first to get the key news. The Night Believers headed by Count Hall donated a large amount of money and materials for disaster relief, but Horamik could only follow the aftermath.

"Let's get started and report new progress one by one."

The exhaustion in his voice surprised even himself.

The deacon sitting on his right, Ikanser Bernard, suppressed the stubborn hair on his head, spread out the documents in front of him, and reported the report as concisely as possible:

"According to Sherlock Moriarty's report, we confirmed that Talim Dumont died of a fatal curse, and the murderer was the witch beside Prince Edsac, Triss. The latter was in the prince's presence. After committing suicide, he fled the manor and disappeared.

"Because of this case, he was passively involved in the conspiracy of the Witch Sect and the story of the Sealed Artifact '0-08'. When he tried to escape from the Red Rose Manor, he was attacked by a meteorite, and was eventually killed by the descendant of the God of Death, A Zeke Eggers rescued him, but accidentally fell into the ruins where Ince Zangwill was.

"We haven't found this ruins yet, but it is connected to another ruins in the eastern suburbs of Backlund through some kind of teleportation ritual. The latter is where Mr. A of the Aurora Society tried to summon the 'True Creator' .

"What we don't yet know is how he destroyed the ceremony and escaped from Mr. A's pursuit. With his strength, it is absolutely impossible for him to do this."

After speaking, Ikanser put down the document and looked at the archbishop.

"We will confirm with '2-111' later, next person."

Horamik looked at the "Mirror of Arrodes" placed in the center of the table, recalling all the rumors about this sealed object in his mind, and after a moment he looked at the next deacon.

Other deacons and captains also reported on their work in the past few days. Some of them contacted the personnel of Storm and Dark Night and got a lot of new information from them. Some of them were responsible for hunting down Triss and Servilia who had escaped. As usual, Nothing was found until the captain in charge of the aftermath of the East Side smog spoke up.

"We found traces of the battle at the source of the great smog in the East District. Both parties are mid-to-high-sequence Beyonders of the 'Assassin' path. One of them should be the culprit that caused the great smog, Ms. Panatia of Despair, and the other The identity of one person is temporarily unknown, but according to divination, it can be confirmed that the haze has become less deadly before the 'Dark Blue Priest' of the Church of Storms blows away the fog. This is likely to be related to the battle that took place in the East District. I request to use it. 2-111' to confirm."

After hearing what he said, everyone's eyes were focused on the ancient silver mirror.

"Ekanser, you come and ask questions. First determine what happened in the East District."

Horamik looked around, and finally pointed at the deacon closest to him. The latter's face turned pale, and he instinctively felt that his legend would spread to the entire "Machine Heart" because of this meeting.

He took the silver mirror, and after going through the process of activating the sealed object, he cleared his throat and said:

"Dear Arrods, my question is, what was the process and result of 'Ms. Desperate' Panatia spreading the plague in the East District?"

The surface of the silver mirror began to flicker, and after a moment, a scene emerged. Everyone subconsciously leaned forward and looked into the mirror.

A beautiful woman wearing a white robe slowly walked on the foggy street. Beside her, the light yellow haze gradually turned into iron black. The pedestrians around her fell down one by one with expressions of pain, but she He turned a blind eye, with a holiness on his face that was completely inconsistent with his behavior.

"Panadia!"

The captain who investigated the incident in the East District whispered.

The desperate lady in the mirror gradually shrinks, and the perspective moves upward. You can see that the haze shrouding the East District is quickly dyed ominous black, spreading to half of the city, and in it, a bright firelight shines towards the center of the haze. move.

The screen quickly expanded and focused. A black-haired woman emerged from the flames, holding a huge revolver and shooting at Panatia, the source of the toxic smog. Her round face had a painful expression, and she had obviously been poisoned. The surrounding poisonous fog eroded him, and he was tortured by the disease, but his brown eyes were full of perseverance.

The two witches constantly used ice and black flames to attack each other, changing positions from time to time through magic mirror stand-ins or flame flashes. The black-haired woman was not high-ranking and was frequently suppressed by Ms. Despair, but she seized the opportunity to fight back several times. The scene I was a little anxious for a moment, and the "Mechanical Hearts" around me held their breaths.

Unfortunately, the sequence gap made the black-haired woman's efforts in vain. She soon fell to the disease. The figure who kept coughing but tried to fight back with a gun continued to expand in the silver mirror, giving people a tragic feeling. a feeling of.

The next moment, Panatia, who summoned the frost spear and prepared to kill her, looked at the sky, where a blank appeared in the thick haze. Then, the desperate witch ran towards the alley in a panic, but became transparent like a sketch erased by an eraser and disappeared in the mirror.

The scene turned and returned to the black-haired woman who was getting up again. After swallowing a group of dark green objects, she twitched and fell to the ground. As black oil paint-like lines appeared on her skin, the iron-black haze that spread to several urban areas centered on her gradually dissipated and turned into its original light yellow color.

The surface of the silver mirror gradually returned to calm, and the final image remained on the woman's relieved smile and her closed eyes.

Several deacons and captains looked at each other, and then looked at Ikanser, who was best at using the Mirror of Arrodes. The latter frowned and thought for a moment before explaining:

"I have seen this black-haired lady before. We had a brief cooperation with her during the 'Apostle of Desire' incident. After investigation by '2-111', she is likely to be a member of the Church of the Night. Obviously, This time she went deep into the smog, with the purpose of holding down Ms. Despair and waiting for backup from the Church of the Night. After Panatia was 'solved', she used some method to forcibly end the smog, and paid her life for it. "

Everyone was a little sad after hearing his explanation.

"I didn't expect that among the people who saved Backlund, there was actually a witch...a kind witch?" Another deacon murmured, looking at the Mirror of Arrods that had just answered, and suddenly found that it was above Lines of blood-like words emerged.

Ikanser's face began to turn pale again. He followed his past experience and chose to answer the question rather than take risks. Then he watched his own question slowly appear on the mirror:

"Have you ever tried to be accepted by someone, only for them to abandon you and choose someone else?"

This time the question was extraordinarily long, and each bloody word filled the entire silver mirror, piercing Ikanser's heart like a sharp sword, causing his face to turn from white to red, and his eyes widened, thinking of his unbearable situation. past.

"I choose punishment."

After a moment, the deacon answered word for word.

"boom--"

A bolt of lightning appeared in the underground conference room from nowhere, with a touch of strange green, and hit Ikonse's head, causing his hair to stand up and dye it the same color.

He stood up unsteadily from his seat, swaying in vain, and fell down by the table.

Even though he knew that such a "punishment" was not fatal, the deacon beside him still cautiously checked Ikanse's breathing and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was just unconscious.

Archbishop Horamik sighed softly, his eyes returned from the smoking Ikanser to "2-111", and he murmured:

"Members of the Church of the Night...could it be that the power to wipe out the 'Lady of Despair' is..."

He glanced at the deacons and captains and said loudly:

"The next question is, how did Sherlock Moriarty destroy the divine descending ceremony? Who among you will ask the question?"

The long table surrounded by members of "Machine Heart" was completely silent for a moment.

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wow——

After washing his face with the hot water provided by the hotel, Angel wiped away the water drops and looked at his brand new face in the mirror.

Although the light blond hair that hangs from behind the ears to above the shoulders is not as smooth as when it was waist-length before, it has a bit more sassiness. The facial features have not changed much compared to before, but they exude a strange temperament. If you say When "happy", Angel's expression and body naturally contain a kind of temptation towards the opposite sex. Now her appearance has transformed into dignified and restrained, which makes people upgrade from the imagination of sex to the pursuit of ultimate beauty. .

But why does she look like an underage woman... Angel frowned, and the self in the mirror also frowned, with a fragility that makes people feel affectionate, but deep inside, there is something that makes people want to completely destroy Her impulse.

She suddenly remembered who she had felt such a temperament in before.

"A bit like 'Lady Desperate' Panatia..."

She reached out to touch the dressing mirror, and the blond woman with purple eyes in the mirror also reached out and touched her fingertips.

At this moment, Angel saw his own eyes in the mirror darkening, his face expressionless, and bright yellow flames seemed to rise around him, as if he had returned to the scene he saw in his spiritual state when he was promoted the night before. .

She retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted, and focused her attention on the mirror again, only to find that everything just now was just an illusion.

"We're about to board the ship, are you ready?"

Klein's voice came from outside the bathroom. Although it was urging, there was no impatience in it, but a hint of endearment.

"Coming soon."

She replied, looking at herself in the mirror and trying to show what she thought was the most beautiful smile.

It's a pity that I still prefer longer hair... Angel regretfully trimmed his blond hair, which was only one-third of its previous length.

But I'm going to sea soon, maybe having shorter hair would be better for a long journey?

Comforting herself in this way, she took the round-brimmed lady's hat next to her and walked out of the bathroom. Klein was leaning on the wall next to the door, with their suitcases at their feet. When he saw Angel, who had a completely different temperament from before, walking away Come, you can't hide the surprise in your eyes.

"Let's go, Detective." Seeing this, Angel raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a rather contented smile, "Oh, by the way, it's not time to call me Detective now. What kind of role are you going to 'play'?"

"Of course he is Miss Angelica's most humble servant," Klein also laughed, lifting a suitcase with one hand and following Angel as he walked towards the door, "Gehrman Sparrow is waiting for your assignment."

He said, imitating "Arrodes".

(End of this chapter)