Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 564 A hint of doubt

"Why don't you set up a spiritual wall? Is it because I'm right next door and you feel too reassured?"

Before confessing that he was "the world", during every "Tarot session", Klein would use various excuses to sneak into the bathroom or lock himself in the bedroom. At that time, he would usually use spiritual walls to isolate the outside world to avoid being disturbed. .

But after the identities of both parties were revealed, Klein rarely did this. Although the two would still wait for Mr. Fool's call separately, they would be in different bedrooms, or one would be in the living room and the other would stay in the bedroom.

Now he doesn't even use the spiritual wall?
Angel chuckled, stepped forward, and gently poked Klein's waist. He found that the other person had no reaction, and there seemed to be an invisible force protecting his body, preventing him from falling.

"It seems that this is the blessing from Mr. Fool..."

After thinking about it, Angel gave up trying to move Klein to the bed. This might destroy Mr. Fool's summoning ritual or cause harm to Klein.

However, maybe you can draw a painted face on him, such as a cat, so as to remind him to remember to use the spiritual wall to protect himself next time... This idea just came to Angel's mind, and he suddenly realized that Klein's current posture seemed familiar. .

"I should have seen this scene before... a long time ago, not long after I met him..."

Angel's eyes gradually widened, his mind was spinning, and he finally found the soon-to-be-forgotten information in the corner.

After a busy moment, he finished "sending" the corresponding items until there was only a dark stinger about 15 centimeters long on the long bronze table in front of him.

He decided that in the future, he would go out to hold Tarot meetings.

"Mr. Sun has completed the sacrifice, and you can prepare to receive the gift."

After sending Angel away, Klein immediately stopped pretending. He waved his hand to hide the "world" in the gray mist. He sat on the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, waiting for everyone who had reached a deal at the previous Tarot meeting to proceed. "Sacrifice" and then "give" the corresponding items to the right person.

This "harassment" successfully interrupted Angel's thoughts. She looked up at the ceiling in surprise, then lowered her head and responded after a moment:
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Fool."

At that time, he was standing in this weird and stiff posture now!

"Same posture, this time Mr. Fool pulled him above the gray fog. What about last time?"

In the dock area of ​​Tingen City, when the Nighthawks team used Sealed Artifact 2-049 to track down Riel Bieber, Klein was accidentally controlled by the Antigonus puppet and fell into a state similar to "marionette transformation". Stagnant state.

"Angel should be very happy to get it...but I can't be happy. Maybe not long after, the first demigod of the Tarot Society will be born, and it won't be me..."

"I'm like an e-commerce intermediary now, waiting for the seller to deliver the goods... Haha, do you want to know about Fool Express?"

"It turns out that the Antigonus puppet's function of controlling nearby people is similar to controlling the threads of spiritual bodies. The sluggish state is the reaction after being initially controlled...the same as when the 'King of the North' was controlled by Klein?
"Klein was controlled by the sealed object at the time, and then got rid of the abnormal state on his own. Although I helped him excuse his loss of control due to contact with the Antigonus family notes, in fact, he was still some distance away from the notes at the time...

Even in the spiritual state, Klein felt a chill on his back and broke out in a cold sweat. He ignored the considerations and directly communicated with Angel, interrupting her frowning, staring at his actions, and whispered:

His thoughts were opened, and Angel immediately confirmed more details.

Could it be that before I confirmed to Mr. Fool and submitted Klein’s information in an attempt to develop him into a member of the Tarot Society, he had already...

This is the "venomous needle of the black-lined shadow giant scorpion", the last auxiliary material missing for the "Despair" potion that Angel needs, and was sacrificed by Mr. "Sun".

He said with half joy and half regret, hoping that the other party would slow down a little and wait for him who had just been promoted to Sequence 5.

...Have you been in contact with Mr. Fool?
……

After hesitating for a moment, Klein clicked on the crimson star belonging to the "Queen". Just as he was about to pretend to be a fool and tell the other party that he could prepare to receive the "gift", he was surprised to find that in the gray mist, with Angel as the center, Next to the screen, there was his own body that was frozen in place after walking four steps backwards into the gray mist space.

What? Where is my spiritual wall?

In the Gray Mist Palace, "Mr. Fool" breathed a long sigh of relief.

He teased himself and soon waited for the first transaction between Miss Magician and Ms. Hermit.

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After hastily setting up a temporary altar and obtaining the materials for the "Sun" sacrifice from Mr. Fool, Angel placed the materials that had been sealed separately piece by piece on the table one by one and counted them happily.

"Main materials: the eyes of the gazer, the complete poison sac of the black-lined shadow giant scorpion.

"Supplementary materials: the poisonous needle of the black-striped shadow giant scorpion, 150 ml of the blood of the gazer, 10 drops of the sap of the blood mist tree, and 1 homemade highly toxic medicine."

Now, as long as you put them together into a container, or even hold them together with your hands, you can directly form a potion that can be taken...

Angel's eyes swept over the pair of breathtaking pale eyeballs, the black and green shriveled poison sac, and other auxiliary materials, and finally stopped at the poison needle worth 3000 pounds.

"The simplest step has been completed, and now comes the difficult part: how to kill a demigod and take the magic potion in his despair..."

Starting from Sequence 5, promotion requires not only a complete potion, but also a corresponding ritual to assist. Angel, who has had promotion experience, knows that the ritual is by no means a process that can be perfunctory or skipped, but is stable after taking the potion. Important means for the mind, spirit body and body. If you are not careful, you will directly lose control due to the interference of the mental imprint left by the potion, and you will become a monster or die on the spot.

The same must be true for "desperate" promotions.

Therefore, Angel did not prepare the magic potion immediately, even if it could maintain its effect for a long time with appropriate storage methods. After putting all the materials away again, Angel heard the sound of the door opening behind her. She looked back and saw that it was indeed Klein who walked out of the second bedroom.

He probably didn't notice that I was going to draw a cat face on him... Angel thought a little uneasily.

But she quickly felt relieved. After all, she and Klein were the only ones in the room at that time, and the latter's spirit body was still at the "Tarot Club" venue, and he didn't know what was happening in the outside world.

"Unless Mr. Fool told him...but maybe his relationship with The Fool is even closer than that of us 'elders' of the Tarot Society?"

She muttered, and took the initiative to go forward and tell him the good news that she had gathered all the ingredients for the "Despair" potion.

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To the west of Bayam, the "City of Generosity", in a private house near the Governor's Palace.

Thick candles were burning in the basement, and the faint light illuminated the floor covered with blood. Mutilated corpses were piled randomly in the corners, and their missing parts were placed on a narrow stone bench. On the altar.

A cold man wearing a black clergy robe with tan skin and sunken eyes faced the altar, his head lowered, as if he was lost in thought.

Suddenly, the movement on the altar woke him up. The man squinted at the pile of carefully selected flesh, blood and organs, and found that they seemed to be picked up one by one by invisible hands and piled towards the center of the altar.

The dim light of the surrounding candles was dyed with different colors, red, blue, green, and purple, which seemed to correspond to different desires, making the man feel the tyranny, greed, resentment, and lust in his heart surge like waves.

Even as a demigod of the "Rose School" who advocates indulgent desires, he couldn't help but frown.

"Jax, was the ceremony successful?"

he asked softly.

It is not an easy task for him to collect so many sacrifices under the eyes of the "Sea King" of the Church of Storms and the newly arrived military demigod.

"God has responded..."

A cold voice came, and then the black curtain hanging on the wall automatically moved without wind, covering the altar, covering the flesh and blood that was constantly squirming and combining.

Behind it, a thin figure changed from invisible to transparent, and then completely emerged from transparent.

He also has the unique brown skin and facial features of the Southern Continent, with sparse white hair, deep wrinkles, and brown eyes fixed on the altar.

The flesh and blood under the black curtain gradually swelled, pushing the curtain into a sharp shape, and then expanded to form a thick shape. Wisps of dark red blood soaked into the curtain, becoming colorful and extremely evil under the candlelight of various colors.

Boom, boom, boom.

Heavy beating sounds hit the eardrums of the two people, and the curtain became uneven, as if there were branches of different shapes stretching everywhere below. More blood gushes out from under the curtain, flowing down the altar and spreading all over the ground.

When the old man named Jacks couldn't stand the beating of the drum, the sound suddenly stopped.

The curtain suddenly collapsed, and the flesh and blood inside seemed to be condensed together, leaving only two slightly bulging parts.

Swah——

The curtain was lifted by an invisible hand, and underneath was a "tree of flesh and blood" that was already in a semi-melted state. A round "fruit" was produced on its branches, which was lightly planted on the rotten flesh and withered branches. Trembling slightly.

"The Mother Tree of Desire!"

Jacks shouted loudly, bowed his head piously, and repeated the name of the god he believed in.

"Snapped!"

In the midst of his prayers, there was a soft sound, and the fist-sized fruit exploded, growing out its own limbs and head. The withered and fragile limbs barely supported the huge head. There were no normal facial features on it, only when it opened its eyes. A mouth that almost splits the head in two.

The palm-sized humanoid mouth exhaled gray-white and dark red mist one after another like breathing, and was inhaled by it before dissipating.

"From Vertek to the Raging Sea, and finally to Bayam, we spent countless efforts and finally obtained the gift from the gods, which can help us sense the existence of those two targets, capture them alive, and sacrifice them to the mother tree!"

Jacks shouted again. His crazy look made the other man frown slightly, but he quickly adjusted himself and asked in a low voice:
"Then let's do it now?"

"Are they at the feet of the 'Sea King'? Unless Sir Si'a comes in person, there is no chance... find a way to force them out of the city. It's best to separate them and defeat them one by one..."

Before the old man finished speaking, the basement door was pushed open from the outside.

"Lord Jax, Lord Zatwin."

The person who came was the "Blood Admiral" Senior, who wore a three-cornered hat and had a pale face. He first greeted the two of them respectfully, and then continued:
"Tulani von Hermoshuyn's location has been revealed!"

(End of this chapter)