Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 817 Midnight Appointment
On Saturday night, Angel climbed out of the balcony of her bedroom at the agreed time and landed gently outside the main gate of her villa garden like a feather falling in the wind, waiting for the carriage to pick her up at midnight.

In order to keep the appointment, she had made all the preparations. Not only did she pray to Mr. Fool to obtain his angel's embrace to prevent interrogation techniques such as hypnosis, suggestion or dreaming, she also brought with her almost all the magical items and spells that could be used.

Three months after being promoted to Sequence 4, she had begun to feel that the quality and quantity of the magical items she possessed were no longer sufficient to support a demigod-level battle.

This problem was fully exposed in the battles with Syrio, the "Red Angel" evil spirit, and Amon's clone.

In these battles, apart from the "Deathwing" and "Reaper Legion", which are also demigod-level seals known as "Level 1" seals, and the "Parasite" gloves, her rose necklace and hypocrisy ring played almost no role.

If she hadn't obtained her new weapon yesterday, "Angelica's Blade", she would have had almost no magical items to use directly for attacking.

Of course, for a demigod who has just been promoted, owning four seals equivalent to level "1" is already a luxurious configuration. However, Angel may be facing a demigod who has possessed divinity decades ago, has the support of the military, and is a royal aristocrat. The accumulation of the two parties is completely not on the same level.

Whether it's connections or equipment, I'm definitely not as good as her... Although the royal family has never shown its strength in the supernatural field, it's normal for a family that has existed since the Solomon Dynasty of the Fourth Epoch and has lasted for two thousand years and has produced many angels to have several "0" level seals. And I was still worried about the maintenance costs of the Iris Winery last week, and I used more than a quarter of my working capital to make a suitable piece of equipment...

Angel muttered to himself, hiding himself and waiting at the door. Soon he saw a four-wheeled carriage painted all black and without any markings slowly approaching and stopped some distance away from his door. The door facing his manor opened silently, and a tall, brown-haired man in a tuxedo and wearing a golden mask got out of the car and stood beside it. The coachman in a top hat sat quietly in the driving seat without even tilting his head.

What a mysterious and grand ceremony. Besides, the golden mask is a standard equipment for military personnel in the "Military Intelligence Section 9" field service? It feels like I have seen it many times in different occasions... She removed the "invisibility" and walked over, and was immediately discovered by the golden mask.

"You are... Miss Christine Theresa?"

The openings for his eyes above the mask revealed a sight that was not affected by the darkness. His voice came from inside the mask, sounding muffled, but one could still hear that the original voice was quite magnetic, which made people feel favorable.

Angel nodded and asked tentatively:

"Where are we going today?"

"Queens. You'll find out the exact location later."

The man, who was dressed and behaved like a servant, politely rejected Angel's question and made a "please" gesture towards the carriage.

To be able to have a military Beyonder come out to pick me up like a servant, it seems that the other party's identity is just what Laura said... Angel didn't hesitate any longer, stretched out his hand to the man, got on the carriage with his help, and sat in the right rear seat.

After the other party got in the carriage, closed the door, and sat opposite Angel, the carriage began to move silently, leaving Birningham Road and Hillston District, along the wide but quiet and empty King's Road at night, and entered Backlund's traditional "noble district", Queen's District.

"Now you can tell me who I'm going to meet, right?" Angel retracted his gaze from the window at the luxurious villas and beautiful manors, and looked at the golden mask opposite. "Don't worry, I won't run away. Besides, you know my identity, where can I escape to?"

She used a bit of charm and instigation in her words, but she did not go beyond her apparent sequence and actual ability of "joy".

Sure enough, the Beyonder in a tuxedo just chuckled and replied:
"I'm sorry, Miss Theresa, you'll know when we get to our destination."

It looked like he was at least a Sequence 6 Beyonder, maybe even a Sequence 5. Considering the bias of the Beyonder channels within the military, the possibility of him being an "arbitrator" or "lawyer" was very high... Angel gave up the attempt and closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep. He could feel the other person's gaze secretly looking at him, lingering on his face, chest and other places.

Oh, it seems that he is not so determined. If he wasn't worried about the demigod behind him...

While he was thinking, the carriage turned a few corners and stopped when Angel guessed from the map in his mind that they were about to leave the city.

After getting off the car, Angel found that he had indeed arrived in the suburbs of Queens, in front of a vast estate. The unique six-sided spires of the castle-like villa inside were faintly visible. The rustling of flowers and plants in the breeze and the sound of water flowing in a huge fountain came from the darkness, adding a touch of vitality to the quiet street.

Not far away, one could see the highest area in Backlund, the towering clock tower of Sodrak Palace, where the Loen royal family was located. At this moment, the short and thick hour hand on the clock tower was pointing to the sky.

Midnight has arrived. ————

Entering this castle that looks like it has hundreds of years of history and is designed in the style of the previous era, Angel was led to a reception room by a maid dressed in black and white with lace trims.

Even at midnight, there was still warm black tea, coffee and milk, as well as exquisite snacks at just the right temperature. The maid poured her some fragrant black tea and then retreated to the door, leaving Angel surrounded by snacks.

I don't know if they serve these all day long, or if they prepared them in advance because of my arrival. If it's the former, it would be too luxurious... Angel muttered, looking at the tempting snacks, and with a hint of vigilance in his heart, he didn't eat them heartily. He just took a sip of tea and waited quietly.

She did not try to use her control over the mirror to explore the building, for fear that the mysterious military demigod would notice anything, even though the probability of this happening was not high.

After all, even Hvin Rambis didn’t notice my secret spying. Logically speaking, unless Beyonders of the same sequence enter combat mode, it is difficult for them to detect a witch’s spying. After all, simple observation does not involve safety, and it is difficult for the spirit to have a strong premonition... But the angels of the “Arbitrator” path can easily perceive the “abnormal” things around them. Perhaps the Saints have similar abilities...

After giving up the temptation, Angel's expression was indifferent, and his eyes kept wandering in the reception room with an old style but luxurious decoration. He observed the furnishings here and compared it with his own villa in Iris Winery in his mind. He regretfully found that if he adopted this style of decoration, the more than 20,000 pounds in his pocket might not be enough.

It seems that Audrey's suggestion is still conservative. Compared with an earl's daughter who has no inheritance rights, the Duke's financial resources are still far beyond hers... She reluctantly turned her eyes away from an oil painting depicting the "White Rose War". According to her recent intensive knowledge, this painting by a famous artist is worth at least 2000 pounds, which is equivalent to all the decorations in the villa where Angel currently lives.

At this moment, the door was opened from the outside, and a tall lady entered the reception room accompanied by two maids.

Before her eyes moved over there, Angel could feel a distinct aura. Based on her past experience, she could judge that it was the majesty and oppression of the "Arbitrator", but the demigod of this path should be able to hide his power very well, so the other party must have discovered the fact that she was an extraordinary person, so he chose to directly show his aura.

Thinking of this, Angel's eyes stopped on the lady in an evening gown, who looked like she had just left a party and rushed here.

She had a round face and narrow eyes, her long black hair was tied neatly behind her head, her blue eyes looked at Angel with a hint of inquiry, her white neck had a charming curve, and her black evening dress fit her tall and slender body tightly, forming a wisp of ingenious design from the hips down to cover her legs, but revealing a little bright tassel from time to time.

Sure enough, it was Georgina Augustus, the Duchess who had not appeared in twenty years and was said to be over fifty years old... Angel felt relieved and stood up from the sofa and bowed solemnly.

Whether out of respect for the other party's demigod status or admiration for the title, Angel had to "bow his head" at this time.

The lady, who looked less than 30 years old, dismissed the maid, approached Angel as the door was locked, smiled friendly, and said:

"Are you Christine Theresa?"

It seemed that she was just asking the question out of courtesy and didn't expect an answer. Without waiting for Angel to speak, she sat on another sofa opposite, raised her right leg and put it on her left leg. The tassels of her dress spread out, revealing her delicate and well-maintained calves.

"Yes, ma'am."

Angel also sat back on his sofa, not knowing how to start the conversation.

She originally thought that their meeting would be more formal, even like a business conversation, but the other party exuded a very casual and lively atmosphere, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"From your performance just now, it seems that you have recognized me, so I won't introduce myself in detail..."

Georgina Augustus leaned on the sofa cushions in a comfortable posture, staring at Angel with her narrow but family-like eyes, and the majesty and oppression appeared again.

"But you still have to introduce yourself, Miss Witch."

The Duchess chuckled and added.

(End of this chapter)