Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 90 Prayer in the Night
"Do you know the 'Aurora Society'?"

Justice looked at Angel blankly, as if he had never even heard the word.

The Hanged Man chuckled and replied: "They are all a bunch of lunatics. Even if they are not insane in front of people, they are just lunatics who hide well. I am chasing one of their 'listeners'. He is looking for Traces of the 'True Creator', the so-called sanctuary they preach."

Indeed, these believers of the "Aurora Order" are not normal...

Thinking of Mr. C who used his own flesh and blood as a bomb, Angel nodded in agreement and continued: "I heard from people who travel to and from various ports that the 'Aurora Order' believers in Enmat Port have participated in many kidnapping cases, It was implicated in the recent violent human trafficking case, the altar was destroyed by the official Extraordinary, and many people were arrested."

"Human trafficking... Ah, you mentioned it last time. I didn't expect the 'Aurora Society' to be involved in this matter. I thought they were just a hidden sect that believed in an ancient existence. I didn't expect that they are doing all kinds of business now..."

The Hanged Man was puzzled at first, and then suddenly realized.

He frowned, as if remembering something, looked at Angel, and asked, "Miss Queen, have you already gone to Enmat Port? Is the information about 'craftsman' I provided helpful to you?"

Is he testing me... because I mentioned the "news" from the port of Enmat?
Angel's tone did not fluctuate, and he replied slowly: "Not yet, I need some time to prepare, and it is estimated that I will not be able to leave for Enmat Port until the end of the year."

She didn't explain too much, because that would seem a little deliberate, like covering up something.

Miss Justice at the side didn't pay attention to the wit in their words. She was listening to the secrets of the occult world with bright eyes, acting like the "listener" who was chased by the Hanged Man. The conversation did not continue, she asked eagerly:

"'Aurora Society'? The true Creator? It is difficult for me to get in touch with these in normal times, and I can only learn about them from you. Miss Queen, Mr. Hanged Man, can you talk about these secret organizations and ancient beliefs in detail? I can Pay for it!"

"500 pounds per person, or equivalent value, items or materials you need urgently."

"..."

Miss Justice's generosity made Angel and the Hanged Man afraid to answer for a long time.

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The crimson light dissipated, and Angel returned to his study.

It took a long time to exchange information about the secret organization, and satisfying Miss Justice's curiosity made her physically and mentally exhausted, but there are more important things to do right now.

There was no time to celebrate that she had placed another "account" of 500 pounds with Miss Justice, she took the pen and paper prepared on the table in advance, and immediately recorded the few memory images that were still in her mind.

Compared with "Assassin", the spirituality of "Instigator" has increased by about half, and other extraordinary abilities have also been strengthened to varying degrees...

Dining with Dai Li, the beef pudding is delicious, but what is the name of that restaurant...

Rupert was in a trance, and Daly said there was nothing serious, but...

Backlund's Nighthawks team, Lolotta, Borgia, the third person... Al Hasson?
What Angel recalled on the gray fog, the events of the day that did not exist in his memory, was written down on paper one by one by Angel.

She was afraid that this memory would disappear in her mind soon, leaving no trace.

Fortunately, as the pen was drawn on the paper, the memory in her mind not only did not fade, but it deepened as she continued to think about it. It seemed that the mysterious means to affect her memory was only a one-off, and was replaced by the more mysterious "The Fool." "After his gray fog space is released, it will no longer work.

"Praise Mister Fool."

After thanking this mysterious existence in her heart, Angel put the paper that recorded everything she could think of in "The Lost Day" into the desk drawer, and placed it in the most conspicuous position.

"If you feel that the content on this is very strange and you have no memory at all, don't be afraid. This is your real memory, but you can't remember it. You can ask Mister Fool for help, or wait for the weekly 'Tarot Club' to be held , you will naturally think of everything in the gray fog."

There is such a paragraph at the end of the paper.

It's a pity that she couldn't recall the appearance of the plainly dressed priest in her memory, but only remembered a few key features, white robe, light golden beard, clear and natural eyes...

If she saw this person again, she should be able to recognize him, but now she was asked to draw his appearance, but she couldn't do it at all.

Holding the pencil used for sketching, she pondered for a long time, but she still put down the pen, and there was only a faceless face on the hard cardboard in front of her.

Maybe more specific and detailed results can be obtained through divination?

But I'm not a fortuneteller... Although I've learned the "Pendulum Method" from Klein, that kind of simple fortunetelling can only answer yes or no, and can't help me draw.

Pray to the gods for help?
This is also a way, my prayers to the Evernight Goddess were answered when I made "Storm Gathering" and "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption", maybe I can pray to Him again?
Looking at the slanting sun outside the window, Angel made up his mind to try it after nightfall.

Otherwise, this boulder named "Sequence 4" that weighed on her heart would make her breathless.

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"Lower than the stars, more ancient than eternity, Goddess of the Night. You are Lord of Crimson, Mother of Secrets, Queen of Calamity and Fear. Lord of Sleep and Silence."

The crimson moon outside the window sent the crimson moonlight into the study, covering the desk, dyeing the three candles on the table, the table board engraved with runes and prayers, and the cardboard with the mysterious priest painted red.

At this time, the study room has become a temporary place for worship, which was closed and isolated by Angel with a spiritual wall. The desk is placed on a wooden table board engraved with prayers. The scent makes the whole study look a bit mysterious.

She had already bathed in advance, and at this time, wearing a white robe, she put down the consecrated carving knife, maintained a state of meditation, stood in front of the table, and continued to recite the mantra.

"I beg you..."

"Pray for your favor..."

"Point out the direction of disaster for your believers..."

In the scent of essential oils of Sleeping Flower and Moonflower, beside the flickering flame of the candle, under the light of the red moonlight.

On the simple altar, the sketch cardboard placed by Angel seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand, and slowly floated into the air, covering the crimson moon outside the window.

Her breathing was stagnant, and she didn't dare to make any movements or make any sounds, only her eyes slowly followed the movement of the jammed paper.

"puff--"

The flames of the three candles representing Everest and herself flickered and went out.

The jammed paper seemed to be blown by the breeze outside the window, as it fell, it floated towards Angel.

She was so frightened that she quit the meditation directly, and grabbed the cardboard with the faceless priest on it.

The top is empty.

(End of this chapter)