Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 640 "1" level sealed object

The figure in front of him quickly faded and disappeared. A gust of sea wind blew by, and only "The Hanged Man" Alger was left on the hillside outside Bayam.

I could tell from the last time "Queen" and "The World" boarded the "Blue Avenger" that there must be some obscure relationship between them...

Alger thought of several novels that had been popular in Byam recently. Although he focused entirely on the digestion and performance of potions, he had also heard his sailors talking about related content.

The story that the great pirate Angelica and the great adventurer Hermann have to tell...

He chuckled, feeling that the haze that had been hanging over his heart tonight finally dissipated.

No matter what, it was a great harvest this time. I was not injured, I didn’t lose any precious magical items, and I made a lot of money. The most important thing is that the "Tyrant" card already belongs to the Tarot Club. All my magic will be in the future. Medicine formulas can be exchanged for contributions!
As for the "Queen" and "The World" making more money, he didn't take it to heart.

Envy, but not jealous, is his code of conduct.

Moreover, they are all members of the Tarot Society, and they are also members of my "small group". The stronger they are, the greater their help to me...

Taking a deep breath, he turned around and walked on the withered grass towards Bayam City at the foot of the hillside.

Wait, why is it that it's late at night and the city is still brightly lit? Aren't they afraid of a fire?

Alger's eyes froze, and his blue eyes were reflected by countless large and small fires, which gradually became larger and larger, losing focus, and his hands and feet began to shake involuntarily.

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"Creeping Hunger" changed from transparent to black again. Angel and Klein successfully stepped onto the soft carpet and returned to the bedroom on the third floor of the Dantès House in Backlund's North District.

Except for the mud and grit on their shoes, the two of them were not much different from when they left a few hours ago.

No, the high-end silk hat I bought for 15 pounds has been affected by petrification, and I probably won’t be able to wear it in the future...

Klein pressed the hat on his head, took it off, and threw it aside.

At the same time, lying on the bed, wearing pajamas and sleeping quietly, the body of "Dawn Dantès" quickly disappeared and collapsed into a small mirror, on which two lines of cursive characters appeared like flowing water:
"Two distinguished masters, congratulations on your successful return from your adventure!"

There is also a rectangular mark with a waving flag painted underneath, which is like the shape of Arrods' body that is strictly guarded by the Church of Steam.

Klein called this guy over to disguise himself again. He wouldn't cause any new trouble... Angel looked at the earnest mirror and asked casually:

"Nothing happened at night, right?"

"I played Dwayne Dantès in bed all night, without any of the mistakes I made last time!"

Arrods answered in large font somewhat eagerly, and then asked:

"However, a few trivial things happened that are not worth mentioning. Do you want to know more about them?"

Its questions are becoming more and more "artistic"... Angel chuckled and looked at Klein, then remembered that he had to answer this question by himself, so he nodded and said:
"want."

"Butler Walter secretly used a communication potion to contact a certain witch and discussed how to approach a certain noble target after the social season began; the valet Richardson went out and went to the original Black Skull Party in the Bridge District ' station, once again confirming that his nightmare was gone, he even danced a spiritual dance and prayed to the god of death when he came back; the lady at No. 39 Burklund Street slipped out of the house again and tested a 'sun' field The charm; a lady passed by the door and her eyes stayed on this house for more than 5 seconds...other than that, everything is normal!"

The upper part of the mirror alternately displayed the figures of the people it mentioned, while the lower part displayed lines of text rapidly, almost covering the mirror surface.

Angel and Klein were stunned.

I've only been away for a few hours, how come so many things have happened... Klein's expression couldn't help but become horrified. He suddenly remembered the experience of playing Admiral Amyrius on Olavi Island a few months ago. When the latter returned , was also shocked by his similar report. I didn’t expect that this kind of thing would happen to me now...

"Would you consider moving?"

Angel's unabashed concern made him even more embarrassed, and he covered his face and said:
"No, it's all trivial...it's not a big problem."

After thinking about it carefully, he found that the problem was indeed not big. He had already known about the connection between Walter and Triss. Considering that the other party was also investigating the truth about the smog, he did not stop his butler from doing "private work"; The valet Richardson is from the Southern Continent. It is not surprising that he secretly believes in the God of Death. He was once threatened by the "Black Skull Party" and asked to join the so-called "liberation cause". He had already taken the time to blow up the opponent's station and solved the problem. This little trouble threatens Backlund.

When Hazel crawled out of his house and went into the sewer every night in the middle of the night, he also tried to intimidate her with the possession of a "resentful spirit". Unexpectedly, the other party found a way to deal with it so quickly and created a "sun" that should not belong to the followers of the Night Goddess. "Spell, I'm afraid she has some helper behind her and needs to be investigated.

And the last lady who passed by his door but whose eyes stayed for a long time, both he and Angel recognized as "Nighthawk" Daly Simone.

"Who asked you to refer to the captain when designing Dawn's image, and to run to church every day? Maybe it brought back Ms. Daly's memories."

Angel chuckled and teased.

Then the two fell into a brief silence.

"Two distinguished masters, if you need anything next time, you can call me at any time~"

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little strange, Arrods obediently displayed two lines of words, and finally drew a long wavy line and left the compact dressing mirror. He was quite sensible today... After walking out of his memories and looking at the mirror lying on the bed, Angel took out the most important gain today, the "Tyrant" card, and handed it to Klein.

This blasphemous card has been sealed by the wall of spirituality. It looks like an ordinary Tarot card, but there is still a risk of being sensed by high-level extraordinary people of the same path, and it needs to be sacrificed to the "Fool" as soon as possible.

"I already have the 'Witch' and the 'Red Priest'. You can present this one to Mr. Fool."

Hearing Angel's thoughtfulness, Klein couldn't help but smile. He took the "Tyrant" card and was about to say something when he saw the other party take out the white feather that appeared after the death of the feathered serpent.

"This feather shouldn't have extraordinary properties, but it does possess high-sequence power. I suspect it is a magical item that combines the properties with the body of the feathered serpent, or it can be called a sealed object, because its negative effects are obvious..."

Angel pinched the base of the feather and said.

Even if it is sealed with a spiritual wall, carrying the feather for about an hour still makes her feel as if her body is trapped in the "death" breath released by the demigod feathered serpent. Angel guessed that this feather can be carried for up to two hours. Anyone truly enters "death", even demigods are no exception.

Corresponding to this strong negative effect is its powerful ability:

Waving feathers and infusing spirituality can send the dead and evil spirits into the underworld, making them completely disappear from this world. It can also drive living corpses or ghosts and make them their slaves. If the opponent is just an ordinary living person, they will feel a strong fear of death, just like how many people faced that feathered snake... Each time it is used, the negative effects will be accelerated, making the user likely to die suddenly at any time.

"The range has yet to be tested, but I expect it will not be smaller than the range of the feathered snake driving the living corpse, which is more than 100 meters... And this kind of power may be effective against demigod-level evil spirits."

She waved her feathers lightly, but before she could let her spirituality fill it, she felt that the whole bedroom was filled with an aura of death that made people want to "sleep forever" on the spot. The spirits of the two living people felt a little trembling, and the invisible " The resentful soul "Senior" appeared directly, causing Klein to control the spiritual body strings of the marionette to shake.

There is no doubt that this is a level 1 sealed item.

"No wonder you left the gargoyle's core and eyes to the Hanged Man. It turns out that besides the blasphemy card, this is the biggest gain today."

Klein said with a smile.

"He can also obtain the Sequence 4 potion formula, which is already a full harvest. You know, even you haven't solved the potion problem yet."

Angel muttered as he carefully put away the white feather named "Deathwing".

Both of them thought about the Antigonus family notes that were strictly guarded by the Goddess Church as a "trial" for Klein.

"It would be great if the blasphemy card discovered was from the 'divineer' path..."

Klein couldn't help but complain. He looked at the "Tyrant" card in his hand and imagined the painting of Emperor Russell wearing a black robe and holding a divination crystal ball.

Fortunately, he already had a corresponding idea on how to sneak into the Chanis Gate under St. Samuel's Church. Arrodes suggested that he seek the help of the "Mysterious Queen", and as "The World", he can communicate with " The Hermit" made a deal and met Russell's eldest daughter.

I'm more worried about her condition than being promoted to Sequence 4... Klein glanced at Angel secretly and found that her expression was not much different from before she left Backlund tonight, as if all her pain was hidden behind a thick mask. below.

Perhaps, I can only help her when I become stronger, instead of asking her to help me even in battle.

Trying his best to maintain a calm expression, Klein didn't say a word until Angel touched the full-length mirror in the bedroom, entered the mirror world, and left.

Originally, he wanted to try to keep her overnight... Looking at the surface of the mirror returning to calm, he forced out a smile, as if laughing at his own timidity.

But in the next moment, Klein's expression stiffened little by little.

After using "Death Knell" on an unknown island to launch a fatal attack on the six-winged gargoyle, he will have an additional weakness that did not exist in the next 6 hours.

But this time, it was the fear of being alone.

This feeling brings Klein back to the end of June last year, that night when he climbed up from the floor of Moretti's house in Tingen City and touched the bullet hole in his head. The red moon outside the window, the unfamiliar body and memories all... It made him feel extremely lonely and alone.

Otherwise, it’s better to call her back... No, this is too embarrassing. I would rather let the valet Richardson accompany me...

Klein felt sweat on his forehead, and there was a war between heaven and man in his heart. His eyes wandered back and forth between the full-length mirror and the bell that summoned the servant, and he suddenly thought of a good idea.

Swah——

Having been suppressed by "Deathwing" just now, the somewhat uncontrollable "Grudge" Senior emerged from beside him. The marionette wearing a three-cornered hat and an indifferent expression faced his master, with the corners of his mouth twitching. Under the control of the spiritual thread, he showed a cold smile.

Then, his expression gradually changed, and his body floating in the air began to tremble.

It turns out that I still can't deceive myself. Living with two lonely people is twice as lonely...

Feeling the endless fear coming from the other end of the spiritual body thread, Klein tremblingly walked to the bed, got into the bed without taking off his coat, and covered his head.

(End of this chapter)