Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 776 Ending
The "Red Angel" Evil Spirit and the "Fantasy Angel" Adam, the two legendary angel kings, actually appeared in the same place at the same time, and Mr. "Fool" seemed to want to get involved in this matter, and even sent out the two most powerful members of the Tarot Club to try to cooperate with Adam to take down the "0" level seal?
After listening to Angel's reserved account of the battle that day, the other members of the Tarot Club, including Leonard who personally participated in the battle, fell into a long blank state.

Is the Tarot Club already able to participate in affairs at this level?
Not only that, Mr. World also became a demigod. It seems that killing the defected archbishop is his main task, and it fits the potion's promotion ceremony... Cattleya, the "Hermit", who has collected all the materials and obtained a drop of blood of the mythical creature from the "World", has a flickering look in her eyes, and her need for promotion is becoming more and more urgent.

Alger, the Hanged Man, kept recalling the details of the three people's trip to the nameless island, and began to suspect that Adam, the Angel of Imagination, had used that contact with several people, mainly the Queen and the World, to finally contact Mr. Fool and cooperate with him, so that they could each get what they needed in the battle against 0-08.

Only an ancient god like Mr. Fool who is recovering can suppress Adam, the "King of Angels". By the way, the last time the clone of "Blasphemer" Amon also tried to pollute the "Sun", he was eventually eliminated by Mr. Fool. Is there also a confrontation between the descendants of this ancient sun god, or have they reconciled?

Thoughts popped up in his mind one after another. Thinking of what Mr. Fool had just said, "The times will change because of this", Alger felt extremely hot inside. He only hated that his Sequence 5 "Ocean Singer" had a limited digestion ability. Even if he forced the crew to listen to him sing, they would not be able to endure it for more than a few minutes. They would rather clean the toilet or sweep the deck than hold on for a while longer.

I have to think of another way... he muttered.

As for Leonard the Star, who had rushed to the scene from the other side of the southern continent using Creeping Hunger that day and had made some contribution in the battle, he also reorganized his memory through Angel's narration and gained a deeper understanding of the battle that seemed to be just a siege of Ince Zangwill, but actually involved a high-level combat confrontation.

It turns out that the large fire that occurred not far away was caused by Angel's fight against the evil spirit of the "Red Angel", and it turned out to be the ancestors of the two still active families of the Fourth Epoch, Soren and Einhorn, and the spirit of the "Angel of War" Medici...

According to Ms. Daly, even if such an evil spirit did not have extraordinary characteristics, it could still have considerable combat power with its own status and knowledge. Moreover, Zangwill was wandering around hunting the Beyonders of the Hunter Path, which must be to collect characteristics for it and restore its strength. No wonder Angel, the most powerful of the few, did not fight Ince Zangwill on the front battlefield, but went to fight it...

Not to mention, the evil spirit also took away the most critical seal "0-08", which turned the front battlefield into the simplest battle. Ince Zangwill could only rely on his own strength as a Sequence 4 to fight against three Sequence 5 "Nighthawks" and the captain who provided support in the dark.

Even so, if it weren't for those precise and powerful lightning strikes, Ince Zangwill, who revealed his incomplete mythical creature form, would be the nightmare of any Beyonder who did not yet possess divinity.

This also highlights the role of the "Luck Stealer" spell. We have to thank the old man for his help, and Mr. Fool for his positioning at the critical moment. His condition may not have recovered to its best yet, so he has to rely on the transaction with Adam and the believers and followers on the scene to provide certain help?

Feeling that his thoughts were beginning to blaspheme, Leonard quickly gathered his thoughts and looked at the other members. He found that they were more or less immersed in the shock brought by this information, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Obviously, they were surprised by the news that World Klein became a demigod, which meant that no one else had reached this level yet. Hey, the only two demigods in the Tarot Club were my former teammates...

Thinking of this, he became anxious again about his backwardness.

Looking at Mr. Star, who kept looking around with a changing expression, Audrey mentally labeled this new member as "supposed to be an official Beyonder" and "not very familiar with the rules of occult gatherings," and added the note "should know the 'world' and the 'queen'."

There is no doubt about this. From the fact that he was looking for the two figures when he entered this space, and the two old members gave him some "help" one after another, it can be seen that the relationship between them should be pretty good.

In this way, perhaps we can use the current identities of the "Queen" and the "World" to infer the "Stars"... No, Audrey, you can't do this again. Wasn't the lesson from last time enough?
She quickly suppressed the thought of being let go and looked at the "Queen" Angel beside her with an apologetic look, who tilted his head again in response to the inexplicable gaze.

After digesting this information, Mr. Fool reminded everyone not to say the name "Adam" in the real world, and it's best not to even think about it, giving everyone a little shock as an "audience".

In this atmosphere, the fact that the "Moon" provided wrong information, causing the "Magician" to almost fall into the abandoned castle outside Backlund, seemed less noticeable.

……

As the crimson light flashed, Leonard, who was bidding farewell to Mr. Fool along with everyone else, saw his eyes blur and returned to the slightly shaking cabin.

Both times he entered that space, he was in the form of a spirit, and his body was protected by some inexplicable force, so he wouldn't fall or get hurt due to his sitting posture... Leonard sighed, and tried to call out "old man" twice in a very low voice, but found that the "old man" who was parasitic in his body still hadn't woken up.

Not sure whether he felt regret or relief, Leonard heaved a long sigh of relief and stood up from the sofa.

He was still recalling the various things he had seen and heard at the Tarot Club, the mysterious "Fool", the members who were pushing forward the meeting agenda in an orderly manner, Angel who calmly listened to his bounty of 45 pounds, Klein who was talking about mystical knowledge that even the archbishop and the senior deacon might not know, and himself who was like a rookie, not even as good as an underage girl...

Just as his mood was getting worse, there was a rustling sound near the door.

Who is it? The nearby rooms should be filled with "Red Gloves" and other night watchmen who returned to the Northern Continent to rest... His expression changed slightly, and he quickly approached the door, listening carefully to the sound outside. "...After the great haze, I left Backlund again..."

"…I'm not sure. Perhaps only Ms. Arianna knows the full story…"

Is it the captain?
Leonard frowned as he listened to the conversation fading away. He quickly confirmed that the other person was Ms. Daly. The two seemed to be chatting about things that had happened in the past year, but soon the sound of the waves drowned them out as they got further away.

Why were they chatting at the door of my room? Was it a chance encounter, or was one of them coming to see me... He thought about it and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

If the door was not locked, or if someone broke in urgently, they would see me sitting stiffly on the sofa without my spirit...

Leonard immediately decided that he must stay away from all his colleagues at 3 pm next Monday, stay in a safe place, and wait for the Tarot Club to begin.

No wonder Klein and Angel were always missing during this period of time after joining Tingen's Nighthawks. They were either on their day off, or they were going out on the pretext of something, or hiding in the lounge or bathroom... Hmm, can I also try to use the bathroom as a safe place?

Such a strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and then he began to resent Angel and Klein, as well as Daly and Dunn.

Why do I feel like I'm the only one left behind... Is my fate going to be with the old man...

He muttered silently, put on his windbreaker, and decided to go to the ship's restaurant to find some dessert to fill his stomach.

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In a warehouse in the east district of Backlund.

A burly figure with a hunched back, covering the wound on his abdomen that was bleeding continuously, pushed aside the stacked boxes in panic and ran wildly through the passage where all kinds of goods were constantly spilling.

He looked back from time to time, anxiously searching for the terrifying black flames that kept rising and disappearing. Fortunately, there was silence behind him and nothing was chasing him.

But this did not reduce the fear in his eyes in the slightest, it only accelerated his pace towards the warehouse exit.

Just when the warehouse door was within reach, the figure suddenly stopped.

Afterwards, black flames continued to spew out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Thick black smoke that was difficult to disperse also came out of his body. An unformed "ho ho" sound came from the depths of his throat, which quickly turned into the sound of flames burning flesh and igniting fat. He no longer had the strength to stand, and knelt not far from the gate.

In less than twenty seconds, the sturdy man who was nearly two meters tall turned into a corpse in the black flames with carbonized skin, black body and stiff limbs.

But what was strange was that his right hand remained intact in the terrifying black flames, and even the thick hair on the back of his hand was clearly visible.

At this moment, this hand was pressed against the dark chest due to the contraction of the elbow joint in the high temperature, overlapping with the equally burnt left hand, and coordinated with his bent knees, like a devout believer in prayer.

From the shadows behind him, a slender female figure slowly walked out and took off her hood, revealing a pretty face, long brown hair, and light blue eyes that looked even brighter in the darkness.

"Former Zmanger Party 'Executioner', current leader, Lawyer Path Sequence 8 'Barbarian' Leris, based on the multiple murders and robberies you have committed, you are sentenced to death."

"Witch," Sherman murmured in a voice that was gentle and moving, but her tone was like the sound of a cold winter wind, extinguishing the black flame that was conveying the curse on the blood-stained dagger.

(End of this chapter)