Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 999 Economic Crisis
After a moment, Klein, with an unchanged expression, pinched his fingers and the note turned into a ball of deep yellow flame. Wisps of black smoke rose up, completely destroying all traces of the "Planeswalker" formula.

Dorian also wrote down the full name of "The Fool Who Does Not Belong to This Era". Feeling the note in his hand becoming hot, he threw it away and watched it burn out before it hit the ground. Then he looked at Klein thoughtfully.

He once again suspected that "Mr. Fool" and the "Half Fool" of the Fourth Epoch recorded by Abraham's family were the same person. Perhaps He had recovered from His madness and regained the power of the Angel King, which was why He claimed that He "did not belong to this era."

But since Gehrman Sparrow denied it, Dorian did not intend to argue. Instead, he calculated the time for the next full moon night and planned to try to recite the Name of the Fool first to see how it worked, and then slowly reveal the matter to his family members.

In this way, even if you are watched by malicious beings and die suddenly due to contamination, other people will not be implicated.

I hope it works. In this way, maybe the family members can avoid the influence of the whispers and try to advance to the middle sequence, or even become demigods, possess divinity, and revive the glory of Abraham...

While he was daydreaming, Klein continued to ask in that unchanging cold tone:

"Besides your family's seal, where are the extraordinary characteristics of other 'planeswalkers'?"

He wants to bypass us and look for other characteristics... Dorian thought for a few seconds and then answered:

"In addition to the two '0' level sealed artifacts kept in our family, the 'Box of the Ancients' in Butis's hands is also one, but it is likely to be contaminated by the 'Starry Sky'. Even if it is restored to Beyonder characteristics, it is difficult to get rid of it... In addition, the Church of the God of War and the Witch Cult each possess a powerful 'Planeswalker' seal... The Beyonder characteristics of the last one left outside have been missing since the Second Era, and there is no record of it in the family."

As Arrodes said, there are no more living "Planeswalkers" in the world. The fate of this path seems to be to become a handy seal, or to become a secret puppet and be herded by others... Klein thought with some emotion, and suddenly realized that the "Apprentice" is the same as the "Fortune Teller". In addition to the extraordinary characteristics possessed by the top of the sequence, there are only six copies of Sequence 2 left.

Could it be that the "Planeswalker" that disappeared in the Second Epoch was the one owned by the "Ghost Empire"? No, if that was the case, there was no reason why the Abraham family, who was once quite active in the Fourth Epoch, would not know about it... Could it be that Mr. "Gate" had separated his own Sequence 2 characteristics?
However, the owners of these "planeswalkers" are not easy to deal with. The Church of the God of War is cooperating with the Einhorn family to attack Loen. As a believer of the night, it is impossible for me to contact them; the whereabouts of the Witch Sect are uncertain, and they are also hostile to Angel. There is also a true God above their heads, which he cannot touch now.

As for the "Planeswalker" in the "Ghost Empire", Klein decided to follow Angel's warning and give up using it as the main ingredient of the potion.

It seems that if I want to change my path and become an "apprentice" angel, the potion materials will still have to fall on the Abraham family's seal... Klein pondered for a moment, nodded and said:
"That's it, then. You recite Mr. Fool's name during the next full moon or blood moon and ask for his protection. We will find an opportunity to deal with the 'Secret Saint' and prepare for the next transaction."

Dorian was relieved after hearing this and said hesitantly:

"Butis is very cunning. Not only has he not been discovered over the years, but he has tracked down several branches of our family and killed them... the most recent one was just a few months ago.

“If you, you guys decide to do something to him, I can be used as bait.

“He hates me more than all the other Abrahams.”

After listening to Dorian quietly and looking at the resolute expression on his face, Klein said coldly:

"unnecessary."

what?
Dorian was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously opened his mouth to say something.

"Your student is enough. She will soon be able to digest the Recorder potion and become a Sequence 5. She is more suitable and safer as bait than you."

Klein added, pointing at Fors, who had a dazed expression beside him.

This doesn't seem to be what we discussed before. Although I do intend to do something for the teacher, but... Fors pursed her lips and finally did not dare to speak.

Rather than letting a teacher who is just an "astrologer" take risks, she is more suitable to be a bait because she has powerful abilities such as recording "travel".

Moreover, if I can contribute some efforts in the operation of hunting the "Secret Saint", it will be helpful for my future promotion and maintaining a good relationship with the Abraham family... Mr. "World" took this into consideration and designated me to participate in the operation?

Thinking of this, Fors looked curiously at Gehrman Sparrow beside her, as if she saw a hint of tenderness in his cold and crazy behavior.

But Dorian saw her glance, and his expression seemed a little dazed. It seemed that he had thought of something, and he smiled slightly and no longer mentioned that he was acting as bait.

Wait, did he misunderstand something... Klein, who pretended to be indifferent, felt Dorian's strange gaze and subconsciously glanced at Angel who was sitting in the corner. He found that the latter's deep purple eyes were also looking at him.

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Snapped--

In the living room of the suite rented by Fors and Hugh, as the rich colors dispersed and gathered, a cloaked figure emerged from the air, dancing and falling on the sofa below, almost rolling to the ground. Hugh Dilcha, who was flipping through his notes under the light, jumped up in surprise, one hand touched the dagger at his waist, the other hand pointed forward, and the order to restrict the enemy's actions was about to come out.

Suddenly, she found that the figure lying on the sofa seemed familiar.

"Fors?" Xio put away the dagger, took a few steps closer, lifted the wrinkled cloak, and found that underneath was indeed his friend's soft brown curly long hair. "What's wrong with you? Did something go wrong with the 'trip'?"

Fors slowly got up from the sofa and when she heard the word "travel", her exhausted expression changed again. She shook her head slowly and said:

"It was Mr. World who sent me back... no, he threw me back.

"I didn't expect that, deep inside his soft heart hidden under the cold mask, there was actually a crazy heart..."

As she murmured, Fors focused her eyes on her friend's face and suddenly hugged her.

"Xiu, you are the only one who has always been by my side..."

Due to the height difference, Xio, who was held by her, struggled for a few times like a child being hugged by an adult, before finding an opportunity to speak:

"Fors, I have joined MI9. They assigned me to the Abnormal Affairs Court to deal with suspects with extraordinary abilities... What I want to say is that I may be very busy from now on. I may spend the night outside or even not go home for a few days..."

She was held tighter by Fors.

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"...The new king issued a decree limiting the purchase of food. This did not curb the rise in prices, but at least it cracked down on malicious hoarding. The food we have stored is enough to survive the winter, and more has been donated to the Church of the Night and the Loen Charity Student Aid Fund as you instructed...

"The Viscount Glint's dinner party this weekend has been cancelled. It is said that this is in response to the initiative of King Edessaac II. There won't be many balls and banquets held after this. That's what it seems.

"After you withdrew 100,000 pounds from Backlund Bank in two installments, there are still 23,000 pounds left in your account. If you include the acquisition agreements for the factories you specified in the East District... there will be no balance in the account by the beginning of next month at the latest."

After hearing the last sentence of the report from the butler, Barker, Angel, who was sitting on the single sofa, froze slightly and asked in disbelief:
“What about the other two accounts?”

"That's the combined deposit for all three accounts."

Riback looked carefully at the document in his hand before answering respectfully.

I didn't expect that the initial construction investment after the landing of the "City of Dreams" would almost bankrupt me... The factory in the East District is necessary for Sherman's expanded production, and the "City of Dreams" Patis involves my faith anchor, so I can't neglect it... She took a deep breath and said slowly:
"Let's first ensure the acquisition of those factories. If we miss this opportunity, when the war situation eases, the price will not be the same.

"I will solve the funding problem as soon as possible."

"Okay, Miss Theresa."

Riback bowed and left the study.

As soon as the sound of the door closing was heard, Angel stood up from the sofa, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the study, and looked at the vineyard next to the villa.

Under the crimson moonlight, the grape vines that had been picked and were gradually withering looked at her strangely like rows of hunched human figures.

Owning a winery worth tens of thousands of pounds, with a lot of demigod characteristics in his pocket, but unable to cash them all out immediately... Seeking help from Klein? All his money was left at Meige Manor, and gradually donated to various charitable funds. Miss Justice? She now also invested all the money she could use into helping the poor and war victims, and she hadn't even bought any magical items for a long time...

It's not that she hasn't thought about "robbing the rich to help the poor". At least Baron Syndras, Duke Negan and others she knew were nobles with millions of pounds. But on the one hand, this would easily attract the attention of the church forces behind them, and on the other hand, Angel was not that kind of person, so she had never been able to put it into action.

As he was thinking, Angel's eyes rested on the map hanging in the study, on the vast sea area of ​​the Sonia Sea.

After a moment, her figure disappeared like a phantom and entered the world in the mirror.

(End of this chapter)