Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 600 Farewell
"So, you don't know about Triss either?"

In the bedroom, Angel erected a spiritual wall, grabbed a cushion and sat next to the altar, chatting with the black cat Wensa, who half-body popped out of the altar and was lying in front of her.

"I spend most of my time in the spirit world, and I'm afraid I don't understand many things as well as you..." Wensa seemed to have completely integrated into the identity of the cat, and her tail kept wagging, "But one thing is certain, they I really plan to use this witch as the vessel for that person’s coming.”

That one? Is it Chic, the "original witch"?
Listening to Wensa's disrespectful words, Angel confirmed two things.

First of all, this witch cat must have a deep understanding of the "Witch Cult" and was a member of it even before becoming a spiritual creature. The "family" she refers to is undoubtedly the "other family" Triss refers to. "One faction"; secondly, this faction probably has extremely limited respect for their true god, the "original witch" Chike, and is even carrying out some kind of conspiracy behind his back.

"So, why did the 'Witch Cult' allow Triss to wander outside, and even began to investigate the truth about the Great Smog on its own? Shouldn't this precious container be immediately captured and taken back under strict supervision?" Angel continued to ask.

This was also the question that puzzled her the most, and she even thought Triss was hiding something.

Lanerwus, who had offended the evil god "True Creator", even escaped from Tingen City, was captured by the "Aurora Society" as soon as he entered Backlund and was placed under strict guard. He was soon used as a container again, and even almost In the dock area, "God descended", but Triss, who had also been a container and showed symptoms of being controlled and corroded, was not managed at all, and was even secretly promoted to a Sequence 5 "pain" witch.

Although I don’t know how she survived the promotion ceremony without protection...

"Almost all the members of Backlund's sect have been captured or executed. 'Black Witch' Clarice is temporarily unable to reach out here, so she has to ask 'White Saint' Katarina to handle related matters on her behalf. She has no time to arrest anyone. Catching Triss."

Hahu——

Then, the man turned around, smiled apologetically, and said:
"Everyone, let's go back to the living room and try the wine made from the grapes here. They will definitely satisfy everyone."

The price of the headless messenger Reinette has gone up. The first time it was 3000 gold coins, and the second time it was already 1 gold coins. This made Angel decide to ask Wensa's price before communicating with the other party. If the difference is too big, reduce the price. It is not impossible to hire a black cat...

It turns out that the "Black Witch" is called Clarice, and Katarina's codename is "White Saint." Your Witch sect really knows how to play. Do other high-level officials also use colors as codenames? For example, something like the Red Saint... And this is almost a clear indication that Katarina doesn't want to take care of this matter. Do they really go against the mainstream ideas of the "Witch Sect" and have their own plans?
But it could also be that he was doing it to show me. In fact, he had already laid a trap and was waiting for Triss to come to the door... Angel didn't fully believe this black cat related to Catalina, so he just nodded to indicate that he understood.

She is now following several neighbors who also live on Burningham Road. She is led by a coal mine owner who has just moved into Backlund this year and is seeking upward passage like Angel. She is walking around his newly purchased suburban manor, admiring the lush greenery. Unripe vines.

The beard on Wensa's mouth kept trembling, and he answered in a weird way, imitating Reinette's way of speaking. Then he shook his tail, made a look of rejection, and disappeared into the spirit world.

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Taking out a handkerchief and pretending to wipe his face, covering half of his face, Angel secretly yawned.

The black cat had no expression on his face and replied calmly.

I always feel like she is a little resentful...

As a demigod, she certainly wouldn't feel tired because of this. Yawning was nothing more than a reminder to other travelers:
This is so boring!
Her silent complaint was quickly noticed by the deacon who was accompanying her. The latter quickly stepped forward, approached the middle-aged man with a stout figure and thin brown hair, and whispered a few words.

Although this wine estate occupies a large area, the grapes have not yet matured at this season, and all you can see are green seedlings.

Angel quickly stopped her: "If I need to hire you like last time to participate in a battle that may involve demigods...will it still be the original price?"

The originally dull atmosphere of the team instantly became lively. Everyone chatted and laughed with the owner of the manor and returned to the four-story building with a huge wine cellar. They sat down in the living room with an entire wall decorated with floor-to-ceiling windows and waited until the servants arrived. People were served dark wine bottles that had not been opened and didn't even have labels.

"Aren't you already planning to hire four, brainy, women?"

"I bought this manor because of the grape vines here and the old wine in the cellar."

Seeing that she was silent, the black cat yawned, turned around and left.

Looking at the empty altar with only candles burning, Angel was stunned.

Looking at the wine that glowed like blood under the light, Angel frowned slightly and felt a little confused.

The owner of the anthracite coal mine named Winster proudly introduced the wine, and asked the servants to sober up the wine with professional utensils, and serve cups to each guest present.

Can the grapes from those vines outside really produce wine of this color?
Seeing other guests beside her toasting to taste the wine, she no longer hesitated, shook it, smelled it deeply, sipped it, and tasted it carefully, completing her appreciation of the glass of wine in a professional manner.

After all, Intis is the birthplace of the modern red wine appreciation and grading system, and I have to learn something... She murmured, surprised to find that the wine produced by Winster's manor tasted quite good, but...

Other guests were also full of praise. A certain professor from Backlund University frowned, as if he wanted to point out something wrong, but was persuaded by his friend's eyes and joined the queue of praises. Everyone knows that this is the outsourced Olmir wine, which has been aged for at least 20 years. You don’t need to point it out... Angel chuckled secretly and decided to drink two more glasses of the aged wine that the mine boss bought for face today, at least for the past years. Earn back the mental losses incurred during the day out.

At this moment, her inspiration suddenly touched her, and her purple eyes froze for a moment.

This is... someone is using the spirit world to quickly approach here?
Angel did a quick divination and failed without a doubt.

Traveling from the spirit world, I couldn't confirm it by divination, but it didn't appear immediately... She put down the wine glass thoughtfully, called the servant, asked about the location of the bathroom, declined the other party's company, and left the living room alone, After going around the maze-like corridor, he stopped in a secluded place.

The surrounding brown stone walls and slightly exaggerated red carpet suddenly became rich in color, as if superimposed with the colors of an oil painting. Azik, wearing a top hat, appeared from the void and stood in front of Angel.

"As expected, you can sense it, which is great. When faced with Extraordinaries of the same sequence, this kind of vigilance can give you at least 5 seconds to react."

He smiled and praised, making Angel a little stunned.

The other party apparently wandered around the manor for a while before allowing Angel some private space and came here to wait. If Azik planned to attack, I'm afraid she would die in the hands of the other party as soon as she was alert.

Of course, there is a difference between Sequence 4 and Sequence 2 by two whole sequences, which is normal... She comforted herself and said softly:

"Long time no see, Mr. Azik, are you rushing back to the Northern Continent from the Raging Sea this time?"

"In fact, I was originally planning to go to the Southern Continent, but this trip may take more than a month, so I came back here first to help you solve a problem."

Azik turned his neck sideways and reached into the chest pocket of his swallowtail suit, revealing the mole under his ear.

After a moment, he handed a thick and short eight-sided crystal in his hand to Angel.

The crystal is black as a whole, embellished with stars, like stars in the night sky, and there is a trace of bright red in the middle, like blood or the moon. Taking the crystal, Angel immediately felt a warmth and quiet atmosphere enveloped herself and the surrounding space. This had already passed the preliminary seal, otherwise she guessed that the same feeling would envelope everyone in the manor and make them fall into a deep sleep. .

"Is this the extraordinary characteristic of the 'Night Watcher'?"

Angel asked tentatively, but he had already confirmed in his heart:

This is the high-sequence extraordinary characteristic that Ince Zangwill had to obtain even at the cost of killing hundreds of people, attacking the Nighthawks team in Tingen City, and killing the captain!
"Although I haven't fully recovered my strength, with the help of the spiritual world, I can already destroy the contaminated holy symbol, so that the extraordinary characteristics contained in it can be crushed and reassembled into pure characteristics. As for the aura related to the god of death, I have dealt with it separately, and with the help of it, maybe my trip to the Balam Empire will be smoother."

Azik chuckled and replied, not feeling any hesitation or regret at all because he handed over valuable items worth tens of thousands of pounds.

Sure enough... While Angel was sighing, he also captured the key point in Azik's words.

"Bailan Empire...are you going to those ruins in the southern continent to find the truth?"

she asked with some concern.

Of course, what Azik is talking about must not be the Balam that has now become a colony, but the ancient empire that originated in the Fourth Age and only remains of ruins and documents.

"Yes, you don't have to worry too much. No matter what the truth is, I will have to face it sooner or later. Moreover, from other scattered memories, I have already glimpsed what kind of person I was back then..."

Azik's eyes were a little strange, but his words were extremely firm.

He was the "Death Consul" back then... The expression on Angel's face almost froze, but soon, she smiled again so as not to worry Azik who was about to leave.

"Then I wish you a smooth trip in advance, Mr. Azik," she said softly, raising her hands and giving a hug to the elder who had helped her countless times. "No matter what the outcome is, please remember that you are still here. Klein and I are waiting for you."

"……Thanks."

Azik responded with the same courtesy, thanked him softly with a restrained expression, took two steps back, held down the top hat on his head, and blended into the rich colors that appeared again.

Holding the extraordinary properties of "Night Watcher", Angel looked at the place where Azik left for a long time. It wasn't until the maid of the manor came to look for him that he forced a smile and returned to the place full of false laughter and the aroma of expensive wine. Living room.

(End of this chapter)