Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 598 Peeping in the Dark

Seeing Dwayne Dantès quickly blend into the elegant and generous guests and mingle with them, light laughter could be heard from time to time. Hazel, who was obviously reluctant to let go of the sea adventure story, stopped and said, He changed his direction and walked silently towards the edge of the dance floor where he originally stood.

There were two young guests on the road who seemed to want to invite her to dance, but they lost their courage under her cold eyes.

She has neither rich experience nor knowledge, nor powerful extraordinary abilities. She just relies on her parents' protection... Hazel silently labeled these people and listened to the conversation behind her:

"...We worked together to kill a fishman, and the captain invited us to dine on the deck under the moonlight, eating fish cheeks raw and fried fish steaks until crispy."

"...The catacombs in Trier are as big as a city. The door has the words 'The Empire of Death Ahead' written on it. You must hold a white candle before you are allowed to enter."

"...The congressman has repeatedly said that he would suggest that the Army change the design of the military uniforms of the Balam Army, using light colors with irregular patterns that have a confusing effect. The current dark military uniforms look like roast beef. This idea originated from one of his ideas Combat experience..."

Pursing her lips, Hazel suddenly lost interest in the dance. In addition, the negative effects of the magical items she carried gradually appeared, making her feel more and more depressed. After a while, the young girl simply put down her wine glass, walked around the guests who were starting a new round of dancing, and walked up the stairs with a slightly hurried pace towards the bedroom on the third floor.

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"Why did Miss Hazel leave in such a hurry? This dance must have been prepared for her by the congressman, right?"

This "Hunter" Path Extraordinary's answer obviously contained subconscious provocation, but Angel was almost immune to it, and instead thought about the meaning of the other person's words:
Does he think that I am a male witch and Laura is the opposite, so he is too cold towards me? Is this related to his experiences as a young man, such as in Trier?
Angel thought and almost stepped on the opponent's foot again.

She originally planned to take a rest, but her idea of ​​eating something suddenly changed.

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"This is a social dance, not a birthday dance, otherwise Macht would have danced the first song with her," Vincent, who was wearing military uniform and thick-rimmed glasses, more like a civilian than a soldier, replied coldly, " Her departure is irrelevant."

In the resting place in the corner, she saw Klein who had just politely sent Laura back to Vincent.

After a brief moment of surprise, Klein bent down and caught the jade-like arm.

"Miss Teresa," he nodded, his blue eyes were deep, making Angel more and more sure who the "model" he was imitating was, "I find that compared to the overly enthusiastic Ms. Laura, I still prefer your restraint. "

After several hours of social dancing, even if her demigod body could handle it, the mental fatigue was unbearable.

During the brief chat just now, Angel told a few Trier jokes, and Vincent actually went to Intis when he was young and could pick up the conversation; Laura always kept a faint smile and looked at the hurried people from time to time. Klein with a full stomach; Hibbert Hall was obviously wandering on the edge of the conversation, occasionally making a few remarks without expressing any attitude, and was only somewhat interested when talking about his sister Audrey Hall; Ms. Mary was Angel and Laura both have a certain affection, but she is most interested in Hibbert, who also serves on the Air Pollution Investigation Committee.

After the slightly boring song, the two separated decisively and left the dance floor as if they were fleeing.

As he spoke, Angel took the initiative to stretch out his left hand and hung it in the air.

"You seem a little distant from me, or maybe you are afraid?"

As midnight approached, the repeated dance party of eating, chatting and dancing slowly came to an end. Guests left one after another. Angel successfully exchanged business cards with most of the interested targets in the subsequent social sessions, and also accepted many Let Buck, the butler, write down the informal invitations to dances and salons one by one, and wait for the formal invitations.

Therefore, when a new piece of music played, the six people were divided into three teams: Angel and Vincent, Klein and Laura, Hibbert and Mary, and danced together to "enhance" their relationship a little.

"Well, M. Dantès, will you give me a chance to change your mind?"

At the same time, she unabashedly expressed her interest in Dawn Dantès, laying the foundation for continued contact in the future.

I always feel that you are mocking me for being too cold... But Laura, her enthusiasm is not for a purpose, right?
Angel frowned slightly and looked towards the other end of the long table. Laura and Vincent were sitting on the sofa, seeming to be talking about something, with serious faces, as if they were working.

Is this the point... The corner of Angel's mouth twitched, and he suddenly changed the topic and asked:

Holding Vincent's shoulder distantly and dancing briskly, Angel's eyes did not stay on the man in front of him, but looked at the stairs leading to the upper floor. The mixed sky blue and dark green figure quickly disappeared in the In her sight.

"Maybe it's just because I don't really like your type."

After boarding the luxury carriage, Angel wiped his face with a wet towel with the help of the maid Aisha. While wiping off the light makeup, he also washed away the smell of alcohol, so that his fatigue could be relieved slightly.

How do those ordinary people endure long conversations and dances... Angel muttered, leaning back on the soft chair, closing his eyes and reviewing what he had gained tonight:
Congressman Macht, Hibbert Hall, Lady Mary, and a few lawyers who may have connections with other nobles... The purpose of expanding the social circle has been achieved, and it has attracted enough attention today.

My first contact with Dwayne Dantès was perfect, maybe I can be invited to the next dance he throws. But from today’s dance, we can see how much energy and money it costs to hold a similar event... Representative Macht remembered the name and origin of each guest, and even chatted a few topics that the other party was interested in. He Is he really not some extraordinary person who can enhance his memory?
Today's clothes don't match Loen's style, but they are consistent with my status as I just came back from Intis, and therefore attracted most people's attention. I can try to dress more conservatively next time to reflect my reintegration into Baekeland. The process of virtue... Actually, the main thing is that I only have this set of custom-made dresses for the time being, and I can't choose...

In general, tonight's task was overfulfilled. A bottle of Ormere wine worth 95 pounds is not a loss... No, I still feel a loss. I only have this bottle in my wine cellar... Angel suddenly felt a heartache, She opened her eyes and saw Riback sitting opposite, still writing and drawing in his notebook, seemingly summarizing the various invitations he had received after exchanging business cards with other guests tonight.

No, this is not a heartache for money, but a reminder of spirituality and the magic mirror, even the hidden holy symbol...

Feeling the cold touch of the magic mirror and the secret holy symbol hidden deep in her clothes, Angel suddenly became alert. One of her purple eyes became illusory, and countless lights and shadows seemed to flash inside.

At this moment, she had performed a simple divination and confirmed the source of the threat, or the peeping.

The opponent obviously performed counter-divination, but her demigod status allowed her to break through this barrier with a little effort and confirm the opponent's general situation.

Quietly, Angel leaned back on the chair again, leaning slightly away from Elsa beside him. He rested the side of his head against the soft-packed inner wall of the carriage and closed his eyes, as if he was preparing to take a short rest due to fatigue.

A faint shadow seemed to flash across the glass window next to her. Neither Riback, who was focusing on his notebook, nor Aisha, who was covering Angel with a blanket, noticed that "Miss Christine" in the car had turned into a girl. The "stand-in" formed by the mirror.

But the real her has used the glass as an entrance to enter the mirror world, traveling through a network composed of complex and abstract "spider threads".

A few thin spider threads are slowly moving away. They are the glass windows of the four-wheel carriage. The surrounding rows of regular but varying thicknesses are the mirrors in the buildings on both sides of the street. Further away, they seem to be connected. The network to infinity is the "highway" to the entire Backlund and even to other cities and countries.

In Angel's eyes, a winding spider thread was shining with a different light from other passages, like a light being lit in the dark and illusory spider web.

That was the location of the person who was spying on her based on her divination.

After doing a simple divination with his eyes and confirming that the risk of the action was low, Angel walked through the passage in an almost flying posture and looked at the mirror at the end.

It was a slightly old small room, probably a bedroom, with only a simple single bed, table, chairs, and wardrobe. The mirror was probably the half-length mirror on the wardrobe, facing the table at this time.

There is a young woman sitting at the table. Her hair is as black as ink and is pulled back casually, exposing her delicate neck. The black dress has no decoration, but it can reveal her slightly curved back, slender waist and sitting posture. The hips blend into a perfect curve on the chair.

The woman was stroking a small portable mirror. The mirror was shrouded in black fog, and she could barely see the broad street. A carriage was gradually moving away, but it was blurry and difficult to follow the direction.

Sure enough, she was using divination to track me, but she was interfered by counter-divination and could only draw vague conclusions. However, even so, she should be close to a demigod, otherwise she would not get any useful information at all... …

Angel was about to continue "peeping" for a while, but found that the image on the other party's magic mirror quickly disappeared, and then a few drops of dark red blood leaked out.

Magic mirror warning... She no longer hesitated, passed through this "window" and returned to the real world, stepped on the simple floor, and while the ice cones shot out, she locked everything nearby that could be used to perform Mirror spell.

The woman with black hair and black skirt jumped up instantly as if she was frightened, and nimbly dodged an ice spike that was piercing her. She paused and immediately realized that the "mirror stand-in" could not be used, and her face turned pale.

Even if you do counter-divination and set up mirrors in different positions before trying to divine the other party, even if you are prepared to be discovered by the other party, you can only run away in a hurry.

She didn't expect to be called to her door so soon, and she didn't even have time to escape.

boom--

The same frost exploded from her body, but Angel easily countered it, surrounding the black-haired woman one by one, and pinning her into wooden sticks that were broken into several pieces.

After being replaced by a wand, she just appeared from the other corner of the room, shooting out invisible threads. She tried to open the door and leave on foot, but found that the threads were burned away by wisps of black flames as soon as they left her body.

As for the "disease" ability, it seems to have no effect on the enemy.

Her heart sank gradually. The other party was also a witch, and a witch of higher sequence than her.

That means...

"despair"!
The frost and black flames suddenly disappeared. The black-haired woman lowered her hands and lowered her head slightly. Then she raised her head and looked at Angel, with a helpless, weak and stubborn smile on her face.

"You don't have to pretend, I have no intention of killing you, at least not yet..."

Angel remained unmoved and quickly commanded the invisible threads to bind the other party, and her black skirt that covered almost all the skin below her neck outlined the soft curves of her body.

"Long time no see, Triss, Chick."

(End of this chapter)