Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 94
Inside the only box at The Old Vale, 06:30 p.m.

All the members of the Blackthorn Security Company, except for the "Corpse Collector" Frye who needs to be on duty at the Chanis Gate, the other seven Extraordinary and five civilian staff have all arrived.

One of the protagonists of the dinner, Klein Moretti visited a retired knight in the afternoon and conducted rigorous combat training.

At this time, his face was tired, and he looked at the long table covered with a white tablecloth with slack eyes. He massaged the muscles of his legs with both hands, and from time to time he would irritate the wounds on his body because of slight movements, and he grinned and gasped.

Another protagonist, Angel Granger, took off the shirt, trousers and windbreaker she was used to wearing, and put on a summer dress. Somewhat unaccustomed to this outfit, she was trying to curl her body up in the armchair , make yourself less conspicuous.

Miss Roseanne leaned beside her and whispered something. Due to the height difference, Angel could only bend down and tilt her head, listening to the other party's whisper with a smile on her face.

Dunn Smith, the captain of the Tingen Nighthawks, locked himself in the office all day today, thinking about how to become a real "Nightmare". The players next to them.

White-haired black-eyed "Midnight Poet" Sika Thon, who likes to write novels in his spare time, is talking in a low voice with Luoyao Leiting, who is also a female night watchman, and his eyes glance over Angel and Klein from time to time; Leonard Mitchell, a somewhat dissolute poet, is sipping his aperitif, squinting his eyes and wondering what to think; Kenley White, who is a bit short but muscular and well-proportioned, just finished his shift in Chanis yesterday Today, he worked overtime and patrolled several cemeteries in the North District. Even if he is a "sleepless man", he still looks tired and yawns from time to time.

Mrs. Orianna, who usually seems to have endless things to do every day, is arguing in a low voice with Old Neil in black robes, maybe it is the issue of reimbursement for extra expenses; Brett with a bushy beard is reading today's "Ting The headline of Tingen Daily: The former mayor of Tingen, Dennis, resigned due to the recent deterioration of public security in Tingen.César Francis on the side evaluated the authenticity of the news with a mysterious smile on his face. He believed that Mayor Dennis was forced to resign due to the arrest of an upper-level courtesan in Tingen, who was involved in several major cases.

As the waiters in the restaurant brought trays of steaming food to the table, cut and divided the meals and delivered them to each guest, the "Black Briar Security Company Welcome Party for Newcomers" finally began.

Captain Dunn first stood up holding his wine glass. The champagne in the glass was a beautiful amber color, and strings of bubbles hung on the wall of the glass as the glass swayed.

"Let us all raise our glasses to welcome the new members, Ms. Angel Granger and Mr. Klein Moretti!"

"cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses and stood up, bent down and brought the wine glasses to the middle of the table, clinked glasses together, and then drank the champagne in one gulp.

After drinking alcohol, the atmosphere at the table became active. Except for Klein, who had undergone brutal training, who looked at the food in front of him in embarrassment, everyone else had already selected their favorite dishes and began to feast on them.

"I heard that you killed another Sequence 6 in Enmat Harbor?"

Leonard quickly wiped out the steak and mashed potato salad in front of him, took a sip of champagne, and leaned over to Angel and asked.

He seemed to have premeditated and occupied the seat next to Angel in advance.

"You are very well informed...but I didn't kill him, that Mr. C ran away in the end, the arrest warrant should have been sent to Tingen, right?"

Angel swallowed the bacon in his mouth, emphasized helplessly, and cursed the "Rose Bishop" in his heart who had fled to nowhere.

"That's okay. In battle, severely injuring an opponent and letting him leave the battle is actually equivalent to killing him."

Due to the presence of restaurant waiters, they did not mention extraordinary abilities and mysticism terms, but only communicated vaguely.

After all, their external identities are security companies, and it is normal to talk about beatings and killings during dinner parties.

Roseanne was very concerned about their conversation at first, listening to a few words with pricked ears, but soon lost interest in the boring battle experience, and turned to look at Klein on the other side. The steak in front of the latter didn't move. He was taking small bites of a beef pudding that he got from the waiter. It seemed that his sense of taste and appetite had not recovered from the excessive exercise in the afternoon.

"What's the matter, Klein, are you going to follow my diet and lose weight?"

"Believe me, Miss Roseanne, I really want to kill this steak in front of me, but my stomach has a different idea..."

Klein dipped a bit of the steak sauce with the pudding spoon, and took a tentative taste, but quickly gave up on this heavy oil and salt staple food, and continued to slowly wipe out the beef pudding in front of him with ants moving.

"After strenuous exercise, you need to eat a lot to replenish the lost salt and energy. You are just not used to this kind of training volume. When you recover, you will eat this steak like you have been hungry for three days, and let it The waiter will order another."

Even though there were two ladies in the middle, Leonard still used his flirtatious tone to educate the new Nighthawks. Due to the volume of his voice, he attracted the eyes of the chatting team members.

"Oh, it must be Sir Gawain. I have always said that he may have secretly made a secret agreement with the 'Punisher', and used extreme training methods to persuade the newcomers of the Nighthawks to dismiss."

Old Neil commented on Klein's fighting instructor, took a spoonful of custard into his mouth, and enjoyed the food, especially when there was a companion who had no appetite at the table to compare with himself, the food was often more attractive.

Seeing Klein's bitter face, Sika Teang pushed the ice cream in front of her: "You can try sweets, iced sweets, maybe it will make you regain your appetite."

"Thank you, I'll try."

Klein took the ice cream flavored with blueberry juice, took a sip and put it into his mouth, his face changing continuously.

"It seems that the effect is really good, um, maybe I can write this idea into a novel..." Seeing Klein who quickly swung the spoon and quickly wiped out the blueberry ice cream, Sika was thoughtful.

"Miss Writer, you say that every time, but when will you see your masterpiece in the magazine?"

"Tomorrow, just tomorrow!"

Amid the jokes of several people, Klein, who gradually accelerated his eating speed, had already wiped out the pudding and steak in front of him. He seemed to be thinking about whether to have another order, his eyes moved back and forth between the empty plate and the waiter in the corner, and finally Still put down the knife and fork, picked up the wine glass, and drank the remaining half glass of champagne that had run out of steam.

"Look, I'll tell you."

Leonard whispered to Angel.

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Klein Moretti, who was sore all over, refused the help of his brother Benson, gritted his teeth, walked up the stairs step by step with trembling feet, and returned to his bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, he couldn't help but pretend to be nonchalant.

"It hurts, it hurts too much!"

It's almost like the day after I was dragged by my college classmates to climb the mountain in my previous life, when I went down the stairs, I could only hold on to the wall and move down section by section...

Lying on the bed without grace, he massaged his legs that seemed to no longer belong to him, recalling the tragic experience of "muscle soreness" in the past.

How about just sleeping like this... Anyway, I have already taken a shower in the afternoon, so forget about it at night...

There seemed to be a demon in his mind tempting him: lie down, you are already tired, no matter what you do, wait until tomorrow.

No, I still have things to do today, so I can't sleep yet!
Klein forced himself to stand up from the bed, walked to the desk with trembling legs, and found the notebook in which various analyzes were written yesterday from the drawer.

"Today she declined the invitation on Monday afternoon, is it because she wants to attend the 'Tarot Club' at a fixed time, or is it because there are really other scheduled things?"

Another piece of information was added to the page that analyzed the connection between Angel and the "Queen", Klein frowned and thought.

Touching the citrine pendant tied on his left wrist, he finally made up his mind.

Originally, "Seer" Klein has been avoiding directly using divination to confirm his speculation. First, because of lack of information, the divination is likely to fail. Second, because he is not sure about his attitude after successful divination, how to deal with Angel's attitude .

So he has been reluctant to use divination to explore the truth that is close at hand.

But thinking of Angel who was wandering downstairs in the company today, with frightened and fragile eyes, Klein's heart tightened for no reason.

No matter what method he used, he wanted to get to know this colleague, this companion better.

"Whoa-"

The silver chain fell, and Klein, who was already familiar with driving, let the citrine drop to a height of less than one centimeter from the table. The tip of the crystal was facing "Angel Granger" on the notebook.

"Angel Granger is Miss 'Queen' of the Tarot Club?"

He half-closed his eyes, outlined the ball of light, entered a state of meditation, and silently recited the content that required divination seven times.

Then he opened his eyes with some hesitation, and looked at the shaking crystal pendant.

Small clockwise rotations... then counterclockwise...

Looking at the pendant that kept shaking and expressing two opposite answers, Klein sighed with regret or joy.

"The divination failed, is it because of insufficient information... No, this is the same as when I faced the clown in the tuxedo of the Secret Order, my divination was disturbed?"

Is it a feature of the "Assassin" sequence?

I remember that the same situation happened when Old Neil was divining the fugitive assassin... It seems that we still have to continue collecting information, or...

He looked at the back of his right hand, where there were four black spots hidden under the skin, black spots that could only be revealed when certain rituals were performed.

"Yeah, it should have been done a long time ago, it's all come to this point, what else is there to hesitate?"

After making up his mind, Klein closed the notebook with a "snap", moved his sore legs, and walked four counterclockwise steps crookedly in the bedroom.

A moment later, in the gray mist space, in the magnificent temple, the looming figure of "The Fool" appeared at the head of the long bronze table.

"Angel Granger is Miss Queen."

Glancing at the high-backed chair on the left, Klein closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the chair, silently read the content of divination, and entered the dreamland with the help of meditation.

In the gray illusory world, Miss "Empress" who was wearing a hood and a strand of pale golden hair hanging from her cheek stopped meditating, blew out the candles on the table, and brought plates of cold food out of the basement. Into the trash can.

This is the day when the three members complete the "ritual magic" and pray to the Fool.

In the end, the "Queen" held a plate of Fehnepot noodles. She seemed to be hesitating whether to throw the food away. After a moment of hesitation, her desire overcame her reason, and she took a fork from the kitchen and sat at the dining table. Enjoy the food that should have been sacrificed to "The Fool".

Under the hood that was uncovered for the convenience of eating was the face that Klein thought about day and night.

(End of this chapter)