Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 996: The First Manifestation

The "Queen" lady of the Tarot Club, a powerful extraordinary being who had just been promoted to an angel, was actually the patron angel of this "City of Dreams"?

Fors's head exploded with a bang, and his limbs stood stiffly under the high dome of the church, unable and daring not to move.

It's not that she had never seen the appearance of "Queen" Angelica Sage in real life. It was completely different from the one on the wanted poster. The stunning face that could attract all the opposite sex and even the same sex and arouse the deepest desires in everyone's heart had long been deeply engraved in her mind.

But the statue seemed to have deliberately weakened its "temptation" in this aspect, and instead showed a hazy sense of holiness. Therefore, Fors was unable to immediately recognize that it was related to the only angel of the Tarot Club based on its appearance. It was not until he saw the part below the neck that he confirmed that this was the "Queen" who sat around the long bronze table in the Gray Mist Palace every week.

And I always feel that she is somewhat similar to Miss Irene... Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Fors stood blankly at the door of the church, unable to take his eyes off the statue on the altar. Thoughts surged through his mind, and he felt like he was back to that afternoon in Bayam, recalling the experience of hiding under the cloak and shivering.

“Golden Queen”, “Ghost Empire”… I see. No wonder at the Tarot meeting half a month ago, the “Queen” ordered a large amount of materials and tools for building the dock from Ms. “Hermit”. It turns out that this legendary city already belongs to her, no, to Him…

Otherwise, I should just "teleport" away, even though this would waste the only ability I have recorded... This thought flashed through Fors' mind, and his eyes gradually lit up, as if pages of a book were turning in his eyes. But he immediately remembered that similar abilities could not be used without permission within the urban area of ​​the "Dream City" Patis, so he gave up.

"Patis" means "reunion" in ancient Fessac language, but I don't want to reunite with the "Queen" lady of the Tarot Club at all... Fors wailed in her heart and decided to stop playing the role of "recorder" and turn around to leave this dangerous church.

At this moment, a young woman wrapped in a black robe walked towards the door from the altar. The rhythmic footsteps attracted Fors to look at her. She was immediately lost in the sweet and warm round face and graceful figure. After a few seconds, she reacted and connected this face with a name on the wanted poster in her memory.

That was the witch Triss who was wanted throughout Loen for seducing the prince!

Although Fors had recently heard from Xio that the witch's crime of colluding with the prince and causing his suicide had been vindicated and the wanted order had been rescinded due to the ascension of the new king, as a bounty hunter's friend, she still memorized the appearance of these high-valued targets so that she could make some extra money at any time.

The witch Triss, the "Witch Church", and the Queen are also angels on this path. Half a month ago, the king was "assassinated" and the wanted order was cancelled... Fors instantly imagined a palace conspiracy drama in his mind. He was about to ignore the so-called "ban" of the city and teleport away from here, but the soft voice of Triss came to his ears:

"Don't be afraid, no one will be harmed in this city."

By the way, the law prohibits any behavior that harms others... Fors was immediately convinced, and her restless heart calmed down.

"Excuse me, what do you want from me?"

She asked back curiously, but had some guesses in her heart.

"I am the bishop of this St. Angelica Church, the one who spreads the glory of angels. You can call me Triss." The round-faced woman took off the hood of her black robe, and her long, smooth black hair swung out like silk, causing passers-by who were walking into the church to stare at her. "You must be Ms. Fors Wall."

"……it's me."

After hesitating for a moment, Fors admitted his identity.

After receiving a positive answer, Triss smiled brightly, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and said devoutly:

"The great being we all know has something for you to accomplish."

Great Being, you are not referring to Miss Queen, are you? Fors felt a little bitter in her mouth, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when she thought that she was in the other party's church at the moment, in the city where "He" was stationed, she immediately lost all the courage to resist:

"What do you need me to do?"

"Don't worry, it's not a difficult thing. He said, please just follow the previous example and use Angelica Sage as the protagonist to continue writing a new chapter about her and the Ghost Empire."

It’s over, the joke that Xio made to me last week actually came true!

Fors's face suddenly darkened.

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In the underground memorial hall of Patis, the "City of Dreams", Angel is placing himself between the "mirror" and the "reality" at the same time, browsing the various prayer lights that keep appearing and disappearing around him.

After building the church of the Witch Church and beginning to worship "Saint Angelica", she could clearly feel that her own anchors of faith were steadily increasing. Although their total amount was small and their quality was not high, they were far inferior to the anchoring effect of Klein, the "Man in the Mirror", and even the angel Anne on her cognition. However, they were able to grow sustainably and could be properly guided through the teachings and scriptures of the "Witch Church", which might play a role at a critical moment.

For example, holding a large mass, using Triss's "instigation"... no, "persuasion" to arouse emotional resonance among the believers, these anchors will be more effective than others in a short period of time, and enhance my power to resist the erosion of the spiritual imprint...

She made a "contingency plan" based on her knowledge of occultism, and was planning to spread the faith of the "Witch Church" to Elaine and Sherman in the near future, and include their subordinates as her believers.

At least at sea, believing in the "disaster" witch is really useful, and the effect is no worse than that of the storm god... She thought complacently, her spirituality spreading, passing through the prayer lights of all sizes around her, and she heard different prayers from men, women, young and old:

"I hope the war outside won't affect us..." "Repairing the dock is so tiring, why don't we continue to stay in the floating city?"

“I want to be healthy.”

"That idiot, I hope he gets cursed and falls down the stairs to his death in the middle of the night."

"Miss Triss is so beautiful, her hands are so soft and fragrant..."

All kinds of positive, negative, and even irrational thoughts were transmitted to Angel's ears through prayer.

She habitually ignored those self-comforting prayers and picked out some crime warnings to focus on, and only breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the backlog of "tasks".

This was after the "Man in the Mirror" had helped her filter out some meaningless mumblings. If she accepted all the believers' prayers, she would probably be driven crazy in no time, and suffer the same fate as those eroded by the Beyonder's mental imprint.

Besides, I can't really curse others on behalf of those believers... What kind of wishes are these? It's better to ask me for money directly... She muttered, looking in the direction of the prayer light that had improper thoughts about her bishop Triss, and only retracted her gaze after discovering that the other party was just an energetic young man.

This is the power of gods or angels. By using the light of "prayer", they can cast their gaze on the believer, observe him and everything around him, and use this connection to give back a certain amount of power.

As the owner of the power of "City of Disaster", Angel can use this source of status to examine the people and objects near the prayer light with real vision, and find many problems that cannot be discovered by the naked eye and spiritual vision, such as pollution and parasitism.

This will be a powerful weapon against Amon.

As for the spiritual thread of the fortune teller's secret doll, Angel can also use the original power of the "weird wizard" characteristic to perceive something and have a certain understanding of Zaratul's movements.

At least in the "Dream City" of Patis, which is filled with believers, no matter whether it is a parasite or a secret doll, nothing can escape the eyes of the patron angel Angelica!

She enjoyed using this real vision to walk around the city. Just as she was about to end this transcendent state, she suddenly heard a layered whisper in her ears:

"Queen of the Five Seas, the essence of the disaster in the mirror... Please protect our ship and help it safely through this storm..."

This pleading prayer immediately caught Angel's attention. She wrapped the prayer light with her spreading spirituality, and suddenly dark clouds with flashes of lightning and strong winds that rolled up waves several meters high on the sea appeared in front of her.

Amid the pouring rain and endless gales, a cargo ship with a broken mainmast and its hull tilted due to water ingress was struggling helplessly. The crew members braved the storm and kept throwing cargo into the sea to reduce the weight and balance the hull, but with little success.

In the shaking cabin, a desperate crowd gathered together. Among them was a middle-aged man who bowed his head and prayed. He was the center of the prayer light.

Could it be that they strayed from their safe route in the depths of the turbulent sea? Or were they unfamiliar with the new route when they came to the "City of Dreams" to deliver goods and lost their way?

Fortunately, this is my "professional field". Of course, the "Storm" route can also do well, but the nearest guardian of the Rorsted Islands, "Sea King" Yan Cotman, can't take care of you. Only I, an angel in the early stage of entrepreneurship, can spare my hands to do something...

Angel muttered, his perspective rising higher and higher, soon bringing the storm-ravaged sea into view.

Immediately, she extended the power of the "Disaster" witch through the connection of prayer, and almost instantly took over the storm that was formed naturally and amplified by the power left by the god of death.

As long as she wishes, the storm that already belongs to her can continue to expand its scope, and even cause tsunamis and earthquakes. Although the effect is much worse than if she personally went to the scene to create a disaster, her status as the "City of Disaster" makes up for it.

If they were facing an enemy, such prayers would be enough to change the situation. No wonder angels have rarely walked among the human world since the Fifth Epoch. Otherwise, they would be weapons of destruction that could destroy the heavens and the earth...

Angel moved his mind, and a new storm of similar strength but in the opposite direction quickly formed in the storm cloud. The two roared and collided with each other, their energy canceling each other out, and lightning poured out above the dark clouds, cutting through the sky and reaching the sea.

This ever-changing scene made the crew on the distressed cargo ship pale. They felt as if the world was falling apart and the end of the world was at hand, so they all gave up struggling.

But the lightning and thunder soon stopped, the strong wind that had caused huge waves gradually subsided, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the long-lost sunshine sprinkled on the sea and shone on the faces of the crew members who had closed their eyes waiting to die, making them cheer after a brief moment of shock.

Amidst the cheers in various languages ​​and accents, the crew member who had prayed to Angel ran out from the cabin and knelt on the deck, chanting the "essence of disaster" and other intermittent honorific names, showing a look of relief for having survived the disaster.

After cutting off the connection with the prayer light, Angel returned to the underground memorial hall, feeling the potion in his body showing signs of being digested.

This immediate feedback gave her some experience in playing the role of the "disaster" witch, and she summed up a set of rules for her role:

To associate and equate one's name with the concept of "disaster", whether good or bad...

…I am the spokesperson for disaster.

(End of this chapter)