Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 892: Will Tarot really give out a witch?

A member of the Abraham family... Dorian Gray Abraham?

Angel's mind immediately came to the image of the middle-aged gentleman with broad shoulders, a stern attitude, and meticulous dress.

Last time, I took the opportunity of killing "Mr. X" to talk to him and learned about the history of Abraham and Tamara's family in the Fourth Epoch. We are even now. This time he came to me again. Could it be that there is a new cooperation...

She thought about it and still couldn’t figure out what cooperation there was between her and this ancient but declining family. But since the other party had sent the invitation through Fors, she couldn’t refuse directly. So she replied through Mr. Fool and agreed to the request for a meeting, but the time needed to be decided separately.

After all, she still has a lot to do.

After replying to Fors's "text message", Angel built an altar in the study and held a ceremony. He soon received the "No Dark Cross" bestowed by the Fool, along with an accompanying warning.

“Don’t leave it exposed to reality for too long, otherwise Adam will track it down.”

Ah... that being, can use this cross to track me? But if my previous guess is true, the Angel King deliberately let the cross come to me and eventually fall into the hands of Mr. Fool, He should have known my location and that I am a believer of the Fool... Angel frowned as he looked at the cross in his hand, which was covered with mottled copper rust and had spikes on the surface. He decided to sacrifice it to Mr. Fool immediately after using it to avoid getting into trouble.

Or maybe sell it to Mr. Sun as soon as possible and let Him slowly search for it in the God-Forsaken Land... She laughed secretly and put the cross aside. She did not immediately try to separate the Beyonder characteristics. Instead, she found some letter paper and quickly wrote two letters, one to Leonard Mitchell who lived in Backlund with her and Pales Zoroast who parasitized him, and one to Bernadette Gustave.

Like Klein, she also thought of asking these two beings for help.

The letter did not mention anything overly dangerous or sensitive. It just mentioned that George III was carrying out a plan involving nine ruins. I believe that with the knowledge of these two people, they will understand the whole truth at a glance.

Of course, the letter to Leonard also mentioned Sherman.

After sealing the envelope, Angel summoned the messenger with whom he had made a contract, and watched the big cat with a pitch-black body and azure eyes land lightly on the desk.

It first glanced at the bronze cross beside it, then looked at Angel and said in a rather shrill voice:
“Congratulations on becoming the ‘ageless’ witch. Among all the Sequence 3s I have ever seen, you should be the youngest one… if we only calculate based on physical age.”

Didn’t you say that the ceremony wasn’t necessary… And I am indeed much “older” than I look, probably a few thousand years older… Angel muttered as he handed the two letters to the other party, stating the identities and approximate addresses of the recipients one by one. The “Mysterious Queen” had an uncertain whereabouts, so her location needed to be confirmed by this witch cat through divination in the spirit world.

Seeing the black cat picking up the letter and preparing to leave, Angel couldn't help but ask:
"What is the attitude of the 'Witch Cult', or your part, towards King Rune's impending deification?"

"Becoming a god?"

Wensa turned around, threw down the letter in his mouth, and asked in confusion.

It doesn't know? I thought Katarina would tell it... No, it didn't reveal Triss's location either, which means the connection between the two is not as "close" as I thought, or maybe the messenger still has basic professional ethics... Angel pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and briefly told Wensa the information he had obtained.

"'Black Emperor'... No wonder the royal family needs a large population. It turns out they want to excavate ruins and hold sacrifices... You'd better stay away from this matter, so as not to be drawn into the vortex and become a victim of the birth of a god, and not even your name will be left behind." Wensa paced back and forth on the desk, making a somewhat disturbing sound. "You should know that the birth or death of every god in the Fourth Epoch is accompanied by the intervention of gods, bloody wars and the fall of angels. As a saint, you can only serve as cannon fodder in it."

"The gods have indeed intervened. Most of the righteous gods are watching this happen, or they have expectations and investments," Angel said with a frown, "but the 'Original Witch' doesn't seem to be very satisfied with this. She doesn't want the 'Black Emperor' to succeed."

"You prayed to Him and got an answer?"

Wensa did not hide his surprised tone, but he seemed to have thought of something immediately and continued:

"No, it should be the God's Container, Triss Chick... Did she get help and hints?"

"Aren't you very clear about this?"

Angel responded with a chuckle.

"No, I thought she was just chosen as a vessel and was branded by the ring... I didn't expect that the 'Original Witch' could respond to her prayers... You are right, this does represent His attitude."

The black cat's whiskers trembled, as if it was considering something. After a moment, it continued:

"If that's the case, you might have a chance... The Black Emperor has nine mausoleums. Once He completes the ritual and contains all Sequence 1 characteristics and 'uniqueness', you will need to destroy all mausoleums to kill Him and erase all traces of His existence. But before the ritual is completed, only a small disturbance is needed to make Him fail..."

A small disturbance...Angel's eyes lit up and he understood Wensa's hint.

George III and the royal family members who supported him blocked the other eight completed mausoleums, not to hide their purpose from the three major churches, but to protect these fragile mausoleums in different locations. Unlike the mausoleums that became the guarantee for the resurrection of the "Black Emperor" after becoming a god, they were extremely fragile at this time and together formed the requirements of the promotion ceremony. As long as one was destroyed, George III would not be able to meet the "Black Emperor" ceremony. Even if he gathered all the extraordinary characteristics and prepared his own "country" and subjects, he would not be able to be promoted safely.

By the time he had rebuilt the mausoleum, the other part of the ceremony, the "national sacrifice," might have been over, and he could only wait for the next opportunity to come.

At that time, would Adam, who had become a true god with the help of the trend sweeping the world, still help him wholeheartedly? Would the gods who were watching or acquiescing still agree to the appearance of such a "black emperor" who could not even keep his own ritual conditions?

If the timing could be more fortuitous, and a mausoleum was destroyed at the critical moment when George III was about to take the potion to become a god, would it directly cause him to lose control, making it difficult for him to control the power of the potion, and he would be contaminated and destroyed by the alienated spirit in it, and completely lose the chance to become a god?
Angel's mind was full of thoughts, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this tactic was very feasible. She had always felt that the plan to fight against George III, even if it didn't count the gods who supported him, was equivalent to facing many demigods and more than one angel from the royal family and the military, and facing countless high-level seals, and the hope was very slim.

But on the other hand, as long as the goal is to destroy any mausoleum, the offense and defense will be completely reversed.

Our target can be any of the nine mausoleums, while the enemy has to protect all of them, so their strength will inevitably be dispersed. As long as the timing is clever, we can even concentrate our strength to destroy the target before the enemy can react...

With the plan formed in his mind, Angel refocused his attention and was about to continue talking to Vinsa about this matter when he suddenly discovered that the black cat had escaped into the spirit world and left.

You always run so fast, why don't you learn from Ms. Renette? As long as I don't hand over the gold coins, she can stare at me with eight eyes all day long... Angel complained in his heart, picked up the "Darkless Cross" beside him again, and took out the extraordinary characteristics of "Manipulator" from the mirror space, trying to separate the other characteristics inside.

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Backlund North District, 7 Pinster Street.

Leonard had just finished the Tarot Club and returned to reality. After communicating with the "old man" in his body about the second "blasphemous slate", he was about to leave the city and go to the suburban cemetery where ghosts and wronged souls occasionally lingered to look for the spirit that could be sealed on his teeth. He felt his spirituality touched and subconsciously opened his spiritual vision to look in the direction of the hallway.

A huge black cat jumped out of the void and landed on the ground nimbly. After dropping the two envelopes in its mouth, it used its front paws to dig a few times, picked up another one, glanced at him contemptuously, and disappeared into the spirit world.

This is... a messenger?
Leonard was stunned for a moment, but he reacted immediately, picked up the letter, looked at the signature on the envelope, and found that it was from Angel Granger.

"Tsk, how come both she and Klein have such strange... unique messengers," Leonard couldn't help but muttered, thinking of his surprise when he first saw the messenger holding four heads in his hands, "Is this a benefit given by the Tarot Club when it was first established?"

“Don’t let it hear what you said. That spirit creature has lived for at least a thousand years. Maybe it’s an antique from the Fourth Epoch like me… Although it has inevitably lost its extraordinary characteristics and some of its power after becoming a spirit creature, it should still have no problem killing you with one claw.”

The old voice in his head said.

"That black cat that looks harmless is so powerful... He must be a demigod. What is his method?"

Leonard opened the letter and spoke in a low voice, afraid that the black cat hiding in the dark would hear him.

"If it is limited to the range of saints, even if it becomes a spiritual creature, only a few sequences can live for thousands of years. It is very likely that it was once an 'immortal' witch."

Pales Zoroast said after careful consideration.

"A witch again. It seems that the Tarot Club will really assign a witch to each of its veteran members. Klein has Angel, and Angel has this black cat... Hmm, a witch cat? But I..."

Mumbling, Leonard unfolded the letter, quickly scanned the contents, and suddenly froze.

"...You asked me to contact the witch who escaped from the East District last time? She actually became an informant for the church..."

He read it again in disbelief.

"Heh, isn't this a witch for you? Hurry up and praise your Mr. Fool."

Pales sneered in his mind, making Leonard's expression even weirder.

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As night fell, Angel threw down the "Darkless Cross" in his hand. While calming the agitated spirit in his body and soothing the extraordinary characteristics triggered by this seal, he looked helplessly at the "Manipulator" characteristic on the table that looked like a twisted brain.

She tried various methods, but couldn't make the "Manipulator" and the "Darkless Cross" stay together safely. The latter would naturally reject any characteristics nearby. Only when Angel held it directly in his hand could it be stabilized.

In this case, within a few hours, the "immortality" property in her body would be released, and she would be transformed into the Sequence 4 "Despair" Witch again, making it impossible for the "manipulator" to release other internal properties.

"According to this rule, I can only prepare a 'Manipulator' potion, have someone take it, and turn it into a monster directly out of control. Then I can let it stay with the 'Dark Cross' and extract the corresponding characteristics from the organism... But this is too cruel. A human life can only be exchanged for one extraordinary characteristic..."

Angel muttered, somewhat frustrated, as he considered whether it was feasible to sacrifice the cross and Beyonder characteristics to the Fool and ask for His help.

Just then, her wandering eyes caught sight of the decorative mirror hanging on the wall of the study, and she suddenly had an idea.

A moment later, Angel, carrying the "Darkless Cross", left the mirror passage above the "City of Disaster" and slowly landed in the center of the dark city street surrounded by various natural disasters.

The "person in the mirror" who looks like her and has a smile on his face is waiting for her here.

(End of this chapter)