Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 516 Accept?

Do you really think so?

Angel was suppressed by Klein in a position where he was almost pressed against the wall, but he didn't have any thoughts of breaking free. Instead, he was thinking blankly.

If not, why did he try to trade off the worthless "hypocritical" ring of the same sequence as Klein's when trading with Ms. "Hermit", leaving behind other magical items that were helpful to him and the most important gold? pound?
And why, when you encounter a wanted pirate on the street, do you no longer hide your identity, attack secretly, and entrust others to collect the bounty as you did in the past, but instead directly attack and kill the pirate in front of passers-by?
Is it really an unintentional intention to increase one's "worth", rather than a desire... to leave the money to Klein?

All of this may have been just a vague idea before, but under Klein's direct questioning, Angel was able to understand his own heart and clarify his true thoughts hidden under the surface of his thinking.

When she didn't answer, Klein sighed softly and continued to ask:

"The reason why you did this? Is it because of the question you asked in the Tarot session?"

That question – do you know “Adam”? That high-sequence Beyonder from the audience path?
Even though he was surrounded by anger and anxiety, Klein was careful not to say the name.

But Angel obviously understood this. Her eyes were unnaturally slanted, and she didn't dare to look at Klein. Instead, she stared at the gas lamp on the wall behind him, her eyes twinkling in the firelight.

After a moment, she asked in a low voice:

However, when he said this, did he mean that he already knew the lies of my current identity... While being moved, Angel also noticed something unusual in the other person's words.

Klein did not go further into this topic, perhaps because he took her privacy into consideration, but the confusion about his identity still made her a little hesitant and scared:
What if even this relationship was controlled by Adam?

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Although "she" was used as the subject, at this moment, Angel's meaning was very clear. Klein was struck by this question and was speechless for a moment, and his hands relaxed their suppressive power.

Klein stretched out his hands again and clasped Angel's shoulders tightly, refusing to let go.

After saying that, he put one hand around Angel's arm and the other around her neck, and kissed her red lips that were slightly opened in shock.

Love me... Angel's cheeks felt a little hot.

Although the two of them had a tacit understanding of each other through this period of experience, she could feel that the other person was a little shy, and she herself had never really expressed her inner feelings due to her change in identity. Feelings put into words.

This was the first time she heard this sentence clearly from Klein.

Of course, his identity as "Angel" was a fake certificate obtained from the Tarot Club through the channels of Alger the Hanged Man, and as a "world", Klein had the opportunity to learn this.

"Woo..."

Angel sighed secretly and took the opportunity to break away from his hands. Without saying a word, he turned around and continued walking towards the stairs.

Suddenly, her shoulder was twisted behind her by a strong force.

"Even if He can deceive you, he can't deceive me." Seeing her expression changing, Klein retracted his hands and pulled Angel towards him. "I have this confidence. Everything I encounter with you is from myself. The choices are all true feelings."

Even she, as a client, couldn't figure this out, so how could she expect...

At this moment, hearing Klein say these words in this situation made her heart beat faster.

"I don't know about her, and I don't know if you are real," Klein's voice was low, hoarse, but extremely firm. "But my encounter with you and everything I experienced with you are not false. What I love is You are now, not a certain name or a certain identity!"

As soon as he let out a whimper, Angel succumbed to the burning emotion.

What if we met him in Tingen, got to know each other in the Nighthawks squad, recognized each other's feelings during battles and partings, and finally leaned on each other... What if it was all fake?

Klein's forceful actions gradually made her confused heart surrounded and filled with peace.

"If a person's identity, her past, and even the memories in her mind are false, is she still real?"

"I don't know where your current worries and confusion come from, but you should still remember how you promised me before leaving Backlund?"

Seeing that her mood had stabilized, Klein continued to speak.

"Don't give up your life easily."

Angel answered honestly.

She recalled the afternoon when the two reunited after the Great Smog in Backlund. At that time, Klein held her shoulders in the same way and forced her to agree to this request.

And this time, I wanted to leave secretly and "leave everything to him" on my own initiative. I thought I was thinking about him and ignored his feelings...

"sorry."

She lowered her head and spoke softly.

"You know what I want is not this, but that you really consider yourself and me before making this decision." With a sigh, Klein's expression softened and he was no longer tense. "In addition, If possible, tell me your doubts and confusions, and we can solve them together."

Tell him everything... Angel almost spoke, but at the last moment, she held back.

How should these things be explained clearly?

The name of "Adam" cannot be mentioned, and all of his plans may be at the level of consciousness and memory, rather than actual means.

The most important thing is, is she really ready to let Klein know that she is "Cole Granger"?
"Sorry, there are still some parts of these doubts that I need to confirm personally..." She finally shook her head, and then showed a smile, "But since you believe that this relationship is real, then I also choose to believe it. "She hugged Klein with her backhand, locked her arms, and pressed him tightly in front of her, as if she wanted to rub him into her chest.

It wasn't until the fragile "faceless man" let out a soft moan that she blushed and let go of her arms.

Seeing that she had returned to her usual Angel, Klein was secretly relieved. Although the other party did not tell the real crux of the problem in the end, he could understand this caution and hesitation as it involved a "King of Angels".

Just like Angel said, he also chose to believe it.

"Then, the time for psychological treatment is over," Klein changed the topic and showed a weird smile, "Next, we should talk about birthday gifts."

"I am not satisfied with the gift you prepared, because it did not make me happy, but made me afraid.

"Tell me, what should I do?"

"what?"

As soon as he got out of his mixed thoughts of shyness, confusion, gratitude, etc., he heard such a strange question, and Angel subconsciously asked.

……

Late at night, Klein opened his eyes.

He crept out of the warm quilt and covered Angel with the quilt beside him.

The extra burden made her groan softly in her sleep, and turned over, revealing the large swaths of white on her shoulders and neck.

With a chuckle, Klein covered Angel with the quilt again, put on his shirt, left the bedroom, and got into the bathroom.

He didn't come here to solve physical problems... Of course, this is also a reason, but it is not urgent and can be discussed later.

After locking the door and carefully building a spiritual wall, Klein first prayed to "Mr. Fool", then walked four steps backwards, entered the gray mist, and sat on his exclusive high-backed chair.

Among the stars behind the thick fog, one was already twinkling. It belonged to "Gehrman Sparrow". He reached out and touched it, and soon saw himself standing stiffly in a strange posture. There were no other stars around him. abnormal.

There is no "Adam" with blond hair and golden beard, who always has a smile on his face, as if he knows everything.

After breathing a long sigh of relief, Klein continued his plan.

The parchment and pen appeared. He reached out to grab the pen and clicked on the paper. Lines of text quickly emerged.

"The last time an abnormality occurred: Tingen City, July 1349.

“Probably met Adam.

“In Port Enmat?
"Ask about the possibility of 'tampering with memory' in a tarot session.

"My body appeared strange when I entered the gray fog.

"The power of the gray fog space allowed her to discover that her memory had been tampered with?"

……

Lines of scrawled text appeared quickly, quickly filling the entire parchment.

Different pieces of evidence verify each other, and various speculations appear and disappear.

Finally, a paragraph of bold and enlarged text summarizes the brainstorming:

"Angel's memory was tampered with by Adam in some profound way that even the gray fog can't remove?"

Is this the reason for her pain and despair?
Klein was silent for a moment, put down the pen, and the other words on the parchment disappeared. The bolded question was also simplified a lot and returned to the center of the paper:
"Angel's memories are real now."

He took out the gold chain on his left wrist and shook it open, letting the amethyst pendant float above the parchment. Klein took a deep breath, began to recite the divination words, and gently closed his eyes.

Angel had absolute trust in him, and had no grudge against him because he came back from the dead, knew a lot of knowledge that should not be known from the Nighthawks, and had hidden secrets in his body, nor did he ask him about these secrets.

So does he.

The false identity, the two resurrections from the dead, and the mysterious connection with the altar and runes found in Bansi Port all show that Angel has many secrets as much as him.

But Klein didn't try to penetrate her defenses or pry into the secrets she didn't want to reveal.

Except this time.

Klein felt a strong aura of danger in Angel's almost desperate and no-return move today.

If he hadn't made a decisive decision and stopped her from leaving, what would have happened next?

After gathering his divergent thoughts and feeling the slight vibration of his left hand being pulled by the pendulum, Klein hesitantly opened his eyes and looked at Amethyst.

The pendulum is slowly rotating clockwise.

(End of this chapter)