Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 900 Exchange of Information
In the East District of Backlund, in a simple two-bedroom rental house.

Triss, naked, woke up from her dream again. She slowly got up from the ground and looked around. As expected, she found that all the furniture in the bedroom had been cut into pieces of varying sizes by invisible sharp blades. Wood chips, glass and coarse cloth fragments were all over the floor, and the wooden floor was full of messy scratches. Only the small area where she was remained intact.

"Now I dream about Him almost every night. Whether I consider it from the perspective of mysticism or from the perspective of a normal person, this means that my condition is getting worse and worse."

She murmured softly in a soft voice, walked around the furniture that could not be used at all, went to another bedroom, found her underwear and a black long skirt, put them on, tied up her messy black hair simply, and then went to the living room.

The red moon was hanging high outside the window. It was still late at night, but she was no longer sleepy. Instead, she sat in a chair, recalling the information she had obtained in her dream.

"Using the blood or body tissue of the descendants of Abraham to perform rituals, we can contact that existence... I don't know anyone from Abraham's family, but they should be able to help...

"'Gate', this name is really strange, it is obviously a pseudonym, and judging by the ritual, it may be one of Abraham's ancestors...

“Try to learn how to enter the mausoleum left by Alistair Tudor, but do not communicate further, and do not agree to any requests.

"This Mr. Gate, even He is afraid of him? Haha, I'm afraid only an existence of this level can help me and destroy that guy's plan..."

The muffled words echoed in the dark living room.

After a moment, Triss seemed to have made a decision. She stood up resolutely, returned to the bedroom, spread out the letter paper, picked up the pen and started writing.

After writing the letter, she did not immediately summon a messenger or use mirror magic to contact other people. Instead, she looked out the window hesitantly at the nearly full red moon. Her black eyes were stained with a hint of melancholy.

"In the beginning, I was unwilling to give up, but I have come to this point step by step... Whether it is the revenge of the royal family or my own condition, I am afraid that I can't turn back."

She murmured, stretched out her slender arms, waved them in the air, and took out a bottle of drink called "Coke" from the "mirror space" she obtained after being promoted to "Despair". After a layer of ice mist appeared on the bottle, she opened the bottle cap and brought it to her mouth.

She has fallen in love with this strange drink that has the bubbly taste of beer but without the alcohol she hates and that brings back sweet memories.

That short period of time made her want to escape at first, but she could always remember it in her dreams.

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At 8 Burningham Road, Hillston, in a third-floor bedroom with a balcony and wide floor-to-ceiling windows.

Angel and Klein sat face to face at the coffee table by the window. The joy and excitement of meeting their fellow countrymen gradually faded away, and were replaced by endless doubts.

"You mean, the city where the blasphemous cards of the 'Witch' and the 'Hunter' are hidden, and where your 'Man in the Mirror' is located, the place that is suspected to be the 'City of Disaster', also contains your body, the body killed by the 'Devil'?"

Holding a bottle of iced Coke in his hand, Klein frowned and asked back.

The sweet taste of the carbonated liquid still lingered in his mouth. After tasting it carefully, he found that the taste was a little different from the authentic "Coke" in his previous life. However, considering that this taste was restored based on Angel's memory, this difference was not surprising.

But it was precisely because of this that Klein was able to confirm that Angel and he were from the same world, from the "Earth" with Chinese, English, and Coca-Cola.

The question is, what is the "devil"?

Could it be a pseudonym, such as a wanted criminal who has committed countless murders, codenamed "Devil" or something... His thoughts inevitably diverged until Angel continued to explain:

"It literally means 'demon'... To be specific, it is a type of 'superior demon' that can control fire and use a flaming spear. It has great strength and is difficult to be injured by ordinary bullets... This should be common sense."

Common sense... My common sense is "the world is materialistic" and "spirits are not allowed to be created after the founding of the country". Of course, now that I have traveled through time, it is hard to say how correct this common sense is...

Klein's mind was a little confused. The fantasy games he had played in his memory seemed to be intertwined with the real world, making him almost think that he was facing a visitor from "another world".

Wait, this isn't really another world, is it? I'm from Earth, and this is another world, so it's entirely possible that there is a third world?
Klein's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but take another sip of Coke and asked:
“How many world wars have there been in history?”

"Twice," Angel answered without hesitation.

"How many people died in World War II?" "Sixty million?" This time the answer was a little hesitant.

"What are their names...Okay, this is a joke, but it means that we were in the same world before we traveled to this world...But I have never heard of creatures like 'Demons', especially the abilities you described that are somewhat similar to the 'Hunter' path..."

After confirming that he and Angel were not from different worlds, Klein had more and more doubts in his mind.

"Of course we are from the same era, including Emperor Roselle." Angel's face was more confused than Klein's, but it was not because of the same thing. "I have impressions of the literary works and various inventions he copied... borrowed."

"The only difference is the 'demon' that killed you... and the way we traveled through time is also somewhat different. I have read some of Roselle's diaries. His experience of 'travelling' is similar to mine. He suddenly appeared in the body of a person who had just died. When he recalled it, he only had vague memories of his daily life. It was definitely not an experience of death..."

Klein spoke carefully, describing the scene of awakening from this world as detailed as possible while avoiding associating himself with The Fool.

"There is another question, which is time..." Angel also tried to analyze the reason for the difference in memory between the two people. "I died in 2088, and the place was..."

"Year 2088?"

Before Angel could finish, Klein interrupted her in astonishment, and the Coke bottle in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"really……"

Angel's face showed understanding.

"Demons and evil forces appeared in the middle of the 21st century, but some people believe that around 2012, when the world was said to have ended, the mysterious had revived on Earth... If you lived before this era, it would be reasonable for you not to know the existence of 'demons'."

So that’s how it is. I forgot to consider the difference in time… Klein felt as if something had suddenly dawned on him, and leaned back in his chair.

This also explains the difference in our ways of traveling through time. According to the contents of Roselle's diary, Huang Tao, also known as Roselle, and I traveled through time at similar times, with a difference of only one or two years at most. Judging from the clothing and personal belongings of the travelers who have not yet awakened in the "cocoon", they are from the same era as them. This shows that the power of the gray fog and the light gate inside can "capture people" for a short time.

So Angel, who died in 2088, was not the third time traveler in the "Cocoon", but was caused by other forces... From her description, it is very likely that it was the "City of Disaster"... Well, from this point of view, she is much younger than me. Even if I didn't travel through time, I might not live to 2088 even if I died of old age...

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Klein's lips.

Then, he felt a little emotional. After he traveled through time, the Earth experienced the so-called "mysterious revival" and real "demons" appeared. This meant that the era Angel lived in was much more dangerous and terrifying than the early 21st century when he lived there.

He couldn't help but ask:
"I didn't expect that the era you lived in was so dangerous... Did other countries in the world face the same threats at that time? Was my country... the same?"

"It's the same all over the world, and the situation is getting worse and worse. Stronger demons keep emerging. According to the system of potions and supernatural powers, their 'sequences' are getting higher and higher... If I hadn't died at that time, I would probably have seen the day when the world was destroyed by them."

Angel said in a melancholy tone.

The world is destroyed... Klein's expression was a little stiff, but after noticing that Angel's mood had also become low, he still spoke to comfort him:

"Don't worry, maybe there will be some turning point... For example, a powerful savior will appear, or the mysterious power will suddenly disappear..."

"No, the end of that era was already determined...otherwise, how could there be no records of the era we are living in now?"

Angel replied, shaking his head.

"What era are we living in?"

A flash of lightning flashed through Klein's mind, as if he had thought of something, and he immediately asked back.

"Hmm? These are the five eras?" Angel tilted his head, seemingly not understanding Klein's shock. "Don't you know? The world we are in now..."

"…It's the original 'Earth'."

(End of this chapter)