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   Chapter 596: The First "Battle"

  Mr. X... Mr. A?

  Another similar name immediately popped up in Xiou's mind. The latter had organized similar gatherings in the West District of Backlund. She attended from time to time and bought a lot of potion materials there. She also helped her noble friends to buy formulas and extraordinary materials.

  Of course, this gathering was destroyed in the city's martial law and manhunt at the end of last year due to the assassination of Duke Negan.

  It is said that the gathering was related to the evil organization "Aurora Society". Could it be that the organizer of this small gathering in the East District, Mr. X, also has the same identity?

  After becoming a peripheral member of MI9, Xiou was very sensitive to similar situations. She knew how many bad things the "Aurora Society" had done as a secret evil organization, and knew that if she let this group of lunatics go, it would soon lead to a tragedy. Therefore, the first thought in her mind was to turn around and leave, and report to her superiors or other Orthodox churches.

  Of course, there is also a great possibility that this nickname was just given by some ignorant Beyonders to "take advantage of the popularity". They either don't know the harm of the "Aurora Society" or they know it but want to use this reputation, so they chose a name similar to Mr. A, who has been confirmed to be the Aurora Society's envoy, to attract wild Beyonders to participate in the party and quickly gain fame.

  If this is the case, Hugh, who has experienced the difficult survival of wild Beyonders, is not so willing to report the other party to avoid hurting innocent people.

  Go in and take a look first, attend a few parties, and report it if it is confirmed to be related to the Aurora Society. And even if "Mr. X" is the Aurora Society's envoy, I will report it immediately and they will target Sherman... Hugh pursed his lips, and after the internal guard opened the door, he followed Sherman and entered the door under the strange eyes of the guard.

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  "You killed the 'other self' in that strange dream?"

  After listening to Angel's story, Laura's serious expression eased a little and concluded.

  "Yes, I am sure she has all my extraordinary abilities, and she carries all my magical items, and her combat level is comparable to mine... After her death, no extraordinary characteristics were released, and she didn't even leave a body, only this..."

  Angel replied, reaching out her hand and grabbing the void, and a piece of mirror fragment with a black surface and irregular shape appeared in her hand.

  This is a manifestation of her ability to use the magic mirror to open up her own "mirror world". After placing the useless revolver in it for a week, Angel found that it was not lost, and there were no other problems, so she began to use this "portable space" to a limited extent, carrying some unimportant but inconvenient items on her body.

  Of course, she still avoided putting cash or magical items in it, so as not to cause huge losses due to the instability of the space.

  Seeing her magic-like performance, Laura did not show any surprise. Obviously, her mother Catalina also often used this ability.

  She took the mirror fragment and gently stroked the surface that seemed to be painted with black paint. She nodded as if to confirm and said:

  "Yes, she is your 'Mirror Person'. Leaving such mirror fragments after death is one of the characteristics. Of course, not everyone has it. It is said that in rare cases, the dead 'Mirror Person' will even precipitate extraordinary characteristics. This may be related to the fact that he has completely replaced the original body in the real world...

  "Another characteristic is that they are perfect mirror images of themselves in reality, with the position of their internal organs opposite and their dominant hands inconsistent... Of course, this is not difficult for extraordinary people to conceal, and you can't cut open everyone to see if the heart grows on the right side.

  "In addition to the crazy hatred for the copied person, and the desire to replace him immediately, the memory and habits of the 'Mirror Person' are also the same as the 'original'. Therefore, after using killing to replace the other party, the Mirror Person can usually hide perfectly, and even close people cannot tell. I don't know their ultimate goal yet, but according to your description, the senior deacon of the Church of the Goddess of Night is likely to be such a 'Mirror Person'."

  As if opening a chatterbox, Laura said a lot in one breath.

  The dominant hand, the location of the internal organs... I can't prove it. Even though my dominant hand is my right hand, I can easily swing the sword with my left hand in battle. Extraordinary people should be able to do it with a little practice... Angel carefully wrote down the characteristics of the "man in the mirror" mentioned by Laura, but found that it was difficult to tell whether Pierce in the church was a fake based on these.

  Especially this "Pierce" prayed seriously during the moon mass and ate the Eucharist devoutly, just like a true believer. If he is indeed the "man in the mirror", it can only mean that he has completely integrated into his identity and it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false.

  If there is no decisive evidence, even if it is reported publicly and confronted on the spot, the result is difficult to predict.

  "How does the witch sect, um, I mean this 'branch' to which your mother belongs, identify the people in the mirror and how do they deal with them?"

  She asked with some distress.

  "I'll try to ask her for you..." Laura replied with a chuckle, returning the mirror fragment to Angel, "But I don't think you need to be too anxious. The other party is hiding inside the church, and he obviously has some plans. If you don't take the initiative to provoke him, he will definitely not attack you in the short term... And the problem of the 'man in the mirror' mainly appears in Trier in Intis. There is no similar problem in Backlund. Maybe one day, he will escape by himself?"

  Trier has a lot of "man in the mirror" problems?

  Angel raised his eyebrows and was about to ask the reason. Suddenly, several scattered clues were pieced together in his mind:

  Pierce Turner lost control on Para Island and his man in the mirror appeared. At the same time, a murder sacrifice similar to Bansi Port occurred on the nearby Sona Island, and Bansi Port could be connected to Trier's underground tombs through the sacrificial ceremony...   

  Finally, many "people in the mirror" appeared in Trier!

  Could it be that these different events were caused by the same power...

  and this power is the reason why I can use the "disaster" and "betrayal" spells and freely shuttle between different sacrificial runes?

  Until Laura Swan left, the sky was dim and the night fell, and Angel's mind was still lingering with this idea.

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  It was another Saturday. After nightfall, Angel took the four-wheeled high-end carriage from the Hillston District to Boklund Street in the North District and arrived at the home of House of Commons Member Mori Macht at No. 39. Compared

  with Angel's 300-pound-a-year house, the MP's house was obviously more luxurious. Facing the double-open carved iron gate was the fountain pool in the center of the garden. The large gas lamps on both sides, under the effect of lenses, sprinkled bright light on the water in the air, creating a dreamy atmosphere. The

  three-story large house in the back was brightly lit, and male and female guests kept entering. The low-voiced conversations gathered together, lively but not noisy.

  This should be what Laura said, a "high-end residence" with a rent of thousands of pounds a year... Angel stared at the scene in front of her in amazement, thinking that it was no less than the ball she had attended, hosted by Prince Edessak.

  Of course, there should be some difference between the interior decoration and the scale of the ball. At least it should be different from the royal family's ball, otherwise it would be easy to spread negative news that this congressman was extravagant.

  Angel, who had been cramming relevant knowledge in the past few days, naturally had such a thought in her mind. She laughed secretly at her adaptability, took small steps carefully, and avoided stepping on the lace skirt that almost touched the ground. With the help of the maid Elsa, she walked into the ballroom.

  Butler Ribak held a bottle of 1332 Olmire red wine with a red ribbon tied around the neck, and followed Angel step by step.

  At the gate, Mori Macht and his wife, Ms. Liana, who were wearing olive green military uniforms, had just finished greeting the previous guest and walked over. Seeing Angel, who was wearing a low-necked, off-shoulder dress and light makeup, they were stunned for a moment.

  It was not until Ribak, holding a bottle of wine, came between the three that Senator Macht woke up from his dream, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said,

  "You must be Miss Christine Theresa. When I heard Vincent introduce you, I thought he was exaggerating, but when I saw you for the first time, I knew he was too conservative."

  "Maybe this is the Looney style of subtlety."

  Angel responded with a smile, slightly restraining the charm of a witch, and turned her head to signal Ribak to hand over the red wine as a gift.

  During this period, she almost raised her right hand and asked the other party to kiss her hand according to the requirements of "Noble Etiquette". Fortunately, at the last moment, she remembered that this was the behavior of a married woman, so she didn't make a fool of herself.

  Of course, harmless mistakes can deepen the impression of the host of the ball and attract the attention of other guests. It is a trick to quickly integrate into the circle. This is what Laura suggested to her before the ball. The bottle of Intis red wine as a gift was chosen under the guidance of this trick.

  Normally, it is etiquette to give gifts when attending a banquet or ball held by someone for the first time, and domestic wine is preferred. Angel deliberately chose the Olmier red wine produced in Intis, using this mistake to make Senator Macht remember him quickly. The price of the 1332 red wine is nearly 100 pounds, which makes the problem of choosing the wrong type less important.

  Sure enough, Senator Macht took the red wine and glanced at the label subconsciously. A trace of surprise flashed in his brown eyes, and then he smiled and handed the wine to the valet beside him, nodded and said:

  "I heard that you have just returned from Intis. I wonder if you have adapted to life here?"

  "I am impressed by the air in Backlund. When I left a few years ago, there were only a few days of sunshine here all year round."

  "I am honored to satisfy you."

  Macht's smile was hard to contain. He took the initiative to extend his hand to guide Angel through the porch and into the hall. His wife also smiled and followed behind him.

  According to the prior understanding, this gentleman who retired and entered the political path and became a member of the House of Commons was committed to promoting the Air Pollution Management Act and made important contributions to environmental protection. Angel's praise was equivalent to praising his achievements.

  Being praised by a young and beautiful guest, who had just returned, made Macht walk more energetically. The three of them quickly met the eyes of many guests and stepped into the ballroom filled with melodious music.

  Amidst the gazes of astonishment, sighing, or naked emotion, Angel's chest tightened a little, but her steps were firm and steady.

  But no one heard the sigh in her mind:

  I didn't expect that my first "battle" after returning to Backlund would be at a social dance.

  (End of this chapter)

  Chapter 597 Lively Dance

  Party The band in the corner of the hall played music that Angell was familiar with. She had heard this music from time to time when she went to the homes of neighbors near the street where she lived these days, but she could never name it.

  It was not that she was not good at learning, but the courses on social etiquette, dance music and topics that were popular in the upper class recently had overwhelmed her and she had no time to care about other things. I am

  afraid that except for a "reader" like Detective Stanton, no one can remember so much knowledge in a week... She complained in her heart and followed the enthusiastic Senator Macht to a girl who was standing alone at the door with an indifferent and even a little indifferent look.

  "My daughter, Hazel, Hazel, this is Miss Christine Theresa, she just returned to Loen from Intis."

  Macht introduced .

  "Hello, Miss Hazel."

  Angel greeted politely.

  The girl in the sky blue dress looked at Angel with a proud look, and just like the other guests before, she skipped her appearance and examined the matching of clothing style and accessories.

  The strange bone bracelet seemed to be of the style of the Rorsted Islands, very exotic. The gemstone on the necklace on the chest was large, but the overall craftsmanship was rough, showing the rough "nouveau riche" style...

  Hazel quickly evaluated the value of the two items, which was somewhat inconsistent with the preciousness she sensed, which made her a little confused.

  Finally, her eyes returned to the other person's face so that she could remember the other person's appearance while greeting him.

  Then, her eyes froze.

  The fair skin under the smooth black hair seemed to sparkle under the large chandelier above her head. The purple eyes and rubies set off each other like exquisite crystals. The perfect curve of the jaw and neck exuded a noble temperament from the inside out, making Hazel feel a little inferior for the first time.

  She subconsciously straightened her waist to make her height closer to that of the woman, and then replied:

  "Good evening, Miss Theresa."

  The conversation with the guest who entered the hall before stopped with this sentence, but at this time, she hoped that the other party would continue to speak and say a few more words.

  But the woman in front of him just smiled friendly, then looked at Senator Macht and talked to him in a low voice.

  Hazel

  let out a breath, not knowing whether it was disappointment or relief, and looked down at her bare chest. Suddenly, she wanted to go back to the bedroom and wear the necklace she treasured.

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  "Sorry, I have to leave for a while."

  After chatting with Angel for a few words, Senator Macht left on the pretext of leaving and took his wife back to the entrance to receive the next guest. Angel took a glass of golden champagne from the tray carried by the passing waiter, walked to the side of the ballroom where there were fewer people, and waited for the ball to officially begin.

  She noticed that except for Miss Hazel Macht who had been staring at her, most of the guests cast their eyes on her. Some of them quickly and politely looked away because they brought their female companions, while others used the posture of drinking or talking to cover up their long gaze, and their expressions were full of doubts.

  They should be guessing my identity. Except for Senator Macht who got the attendance list, most people probably don't know me... Even though she was promoted to a demigod, Angel had never been under the gaze of so many people for a long time. She could only raise her glass and take a sip of champagne to ease the embarrassment.

  Her eyes swept over everyone one by one, and soon found several acquaintances.

  Vincent and Laura, they really came. Laura was dressed so conservatively, she must want to see me laugh... Most of the lawyers living in Burningham Road have arrived, because Senator Macht's wife Liana is also a well-known lawyer? The blond man is Hibbert, the eldest son of Earl Hall. Did he come on behalf of Earl Hall, or in his own identity?

  Remembering a few people who could be contacted later, Angel finally cast his eyes on the door that was pushed open again, and found that Senator Macht had returned to the ballroom, followed by a tall man with a bronze complexion.

  Klein, why is he here too... Angel took a deep breath and watched "Dwayne Dantes" walk into the ballroom under the leadership of the congressman. He greeted several guests around him, then looked over, was stunned for a moment, and nodded slightly as a gesture.

  Dantes seemed to be the last guest scheduled to arrive. Mori Macht quickly came to the balcony fence on the second floor of the hall, raised his glass, and announced the start of the dance.

  The band in the corner suddenly changed the music. The originally brisk music slowed down and became gentle. The congressman and his wife returned to the first floor and danced the opening dance.

  After the opening dance, it was time for the first formal dance. At this time, men who wanted to join the dance should find their own dance partners... Angel put down the glass and immediately found that several men were eager to come here, their eyes were fixed on her, and there was a vague momentum of competition.

  She immediately looked at Klein at the door and found that he was holding a champagne glass and slowly walked towards Hazel between them. Under the surprised eyes of the other party... she brushed past him, quickened her pace, and came to Angel's side.

  "Miss, may I have the honor to invite you to dance?"

  He casually placed the wine glass steadily on the tray of the waiter passing by, stretched out his right hand, slightly lowered his palm upward, and saluted in a standard posture.

  "Of course, Mr. Dantes."

  Angel gently placed his hand in Klein's hand. From the corner of his eye, he saw that several other attempters stopped politely, or went to find other targets, or wandered around, waiting for the next opportunity.

  "Do you know me?"

  Klein asked with some "surprise".

  "I was impressed by your piety to the goddess during the mass at Saint Samuel's Church."

  She vaguely pointed out the other party's extravagance, which made Klein smile awkwardly but politely.

  At the same time, Hazel, who was invited by other men but arrogantly expressed her refusal, also looked over here.

  She seemed to look down on other guests, but she had an inexplicable interest in me. Was it because of some sense of superiority? Could she be a Beyonder who looked down on every ordinary person equally... Angel analyzed silently.

  Attracted by her actions, Klein also glanced over there and said softly:   

  "That's Senator Macht's daughter. She doesn't seem to be very happy to be the focus of this dance."

  "Maybe she just thinks those young people are too superficial and expects a more mature and stable partner. Didn't you notice that when you passed by her, she was ready to accept your invitation?"

  Angel joked, shaking hands with Klein. As the soft music became brisk again, he stepped into the center of the dance floor and danced lively to the music of Loen's country style. Couples

  of male and female guests, with unfamiliar or skilled steps, hugged each other and shuttled under the large crystal chandelier. A few guests who didn't want to join or were forced to stay alone raised their glasses and looked at them with inexplicable emotions.

  At a long table, Hazel Macht pursed her lips and looked at the center of the dance floor, her eyes fixed on Dantes and Theresa.

  She had always been proud, but suddenly felt that the identity of "Extraordinary" didn't seem to be so proud. Even without extraordinary abilities, this young lady would not be worse than herself.

  She noticed that most of the other single men kept their eyes on Christine Theresa, only occasionally looking at her, and were quickly deterred by her attitude of keeping people at a distance. There was no doubt that the center of this ball was this lady.

  However, extraordinary power can be improved through hard work, but appearance is different... Thinking of this, Hazel finally regained a little confidence. She almost wanted to leave this boring ball and return to her room to prepare for a midnight adventure to gain more powerful and magical power.

  Snap, as if she was not very skilled in the dance steps, Theresa stepped on the foot of Dantes, who was with her. The latter did not change his expression, cleverly changed his posture, and continued to dance with him without any mistakes.

  Hazel's mouth finally curled up slightly, and then she felt a little disgusted by her despicable little thoughts.

  ...

  After the song ended, Klein sent Angel to the long table in the corner of the ballroom. There were all kinds of cold and hot food and drinks for the guests to take, and there was also a rest area arranged in a salon style for everyone to chat and rest.

  As soon as he approached the table filled with food, Angel smelled a strong aroma, which came from fried fish fillets, pan-fried foie gras, grilled oysters, cream soup and other delicacies. Glasses of wine and juice exuded attractive colors under the lights.

  It was finally time to fill his stomach... Angel was about to go forward to enjoy the food, when he suddenly saw Laura and Vincent, who had also finished dancing, slowly approaching. He smiled and looked at Klein beside him and said,

  "Miss Hazel seemed to be interested in you just now. As a gentleman of Loen, shouldn't you invite her to dance with you?"

  Klein had already reached out to take the food plate. He was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. His deep blue eyes glanced at Angel, full of resentment.

  But in order to maintain his image, he quickly gave in, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards Hazel in the corner.

  "I thought that was your target tonight, why did you take the initiative to drive him away?"

  Laura spoke as she approached, her voice so soft that it was difficult for people who were a little further away to hear clearly. She took a plate, picked up a piece of foie gras, and ate it in an elegant posture.

  "It's just a few encounters. He is a businessman from Dixi Bay. He had interesting experiences hunting in the jungles of the Southern Continent."

  Angel explained, and helped to lay the groundwork for the other party's identity.

  "Southern Continent..."

  Vincent, who was wearing a neat military uniform, raised his eyebrows and looked at Klein, who was dancing a slightly dull dance with Hazel in the middle of the dance floor. He was obviously interested.

  Taking this opportunity, Angel also quickly took a few foods that interested her to fill her stomach that was only three-quarters full before the dance.

  If she hadn't subconsciously maintained her image, she would even want to get another ice cream.

  Unfortunately, the wonderful dining time was soon interrupted by others. A handsome man with brilliant blond hair and a lady with high cheekbones, average appearance but good temperament came to her and Laura together.

  "Good evening, Ms. Laura, Colonel Vincent," the blond man raised his glass and clinked it with his glasses, then looked at Angel, hiding his surprise well. "This must be Miss Christine Theresa. I just heard the Senator mention you. I'm so glad you came back from Intis, otherwise Backlund would have suffered a huge loss."

  This gentleman is really good at complimenting people, and Laura is right. The little gift-giving skills really impressed the Senator... Angel was sighing and remembered where she had seen him before.

  That was when she was Irene Watson. She had met the Earl Hall's eldest son, Audrey's brother, Hibbert Hall, in Earl Hall's mansion.

  "I am glad to see a city that is completely different from a few years ago. I believe you have contributed to this. Mr. Chief Secretary, I learned about the efforts made by the Air Pollution Investigation Committee in Trier from the newspaper."

  She thought of the various social skills that Laura taught her and praised her without disguising.

  Like Congressman Macht, Hibbert was also sincerely happy that his achievements were recognized. He took the opportunity to introduce the lady next to him, Ms. Mary Short, the director of Coim Company, which mainly deals in anthracite and high-quality charcoal.

  Mary... Angel remembered this name. It and Hibbert had appeared in a conspiracy in the Earl's Mansion at the same time. At that time, Hibbert's men suggested that he "take action" against Mary, but Angel finally found out that they were just using this lady to expand the influence of the committee and finally achieved the goal of promoting the environmental protection bill.

  Her last name changed from "Gail" to "Short". Was it because of divorce or remarriage... Angel thought while greeting this young and wealthy shareholder.

  At the same time, she was also shocked that Vincent's military rank had reached colonel. You know, Congressman Macht was only a major when he retired, which was basically the ceiling for officers without background.

  So he either has some kind of background, or his Sequence is not low, and he was rewarded for his merits. No wonder Laura chose him to cooperate... But as a colonel in the military, why did he investigate the military and the royal family? Whose interests did he represent?

  These people are either members of the "Witch Family" or informants of the military, or the son of the earl who seems to want to go into politics, shareholders and directors of emerging companies... Only I am nothing except a demigod, and even the money to maintain a decent life depends on selling extraordinary characteristics...

  Angel's eyes swept over several people one by one, and she couldn't help muttering in her heart. Suddenly, she saw Klein walking slowly by the dance floor, and her eyes lit up.

  There is a person who is not even a demigod... With a smile on her lips, she took the initiative to say:

  "Mr. Dantes, let me introduce you, this is..."

  Klein, who had just boasted about his "Southern Continent experience" to Hazel, felt Angel's abnormal enthusiasm and his steps showed obvious hesitation.

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 598: Peeping in the Dark Watching

  Dwayne Dantes quickly blend in with the elegant guests, and hearing brisk laughter from them from time to time, Hazel, who was obviously reluctant to part with the sea adventure story, stopped and changed direction, silently walking towards the edge of the dance floor where she was originally standing.

  On the way, two young guests seemed to want to invite her to dance, but they lost their courage under her cold gaze.

  Without rich experience and knowledge, or powerful extraordinary abilities, they only rely on the protection of their parents...Hazel silently labeled these people, listening to the conversation behind her:

  "...We killed a fishman together, and the captain invited us to dine on the deck under the moonlight, eating raw fish cheeks and crispy fried fish fillets."

  "...The underground tombs of Trier are as big as a city. There is a sign at the door saying 'The Empire of Death Ahead', and you must hold a white candle to be allowed to enter."

  "...The senator has repeatedly said that he would recommend that the army change the design of the uniforms of the Balam army, using light colors and irregular patterns with confusing effects. The current dark uniforms look like roast beef. This idea originated from his combat experience..."

  Pursing her lips, Hazel suddenly lost interest in the ball, and the negative effects of the magical items she carried gradually appeared, making her feel more and more depressed. After a moment, the young girl simply put down her wine glass, bypassed the guests who started a new round of dance music, and walked up the stairs with a slightly hurried step to the bedroom on the third floor.

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  "Why did Miss Hazel leave in such a hurry? This ball should be considered as something that the Senator prepared for her, right?"

  Angel held Vincent's shoulders distantly and danced briskly. However, Angel's eyes did not stay on the man in front of her, but looked at the stairs leading to the upper floor. The sky blue and dark green figure quickly disappeared from her sight.

  "This is a social dance, not a birthday dance, otherwise Macht would take her to dance the first song," Vincent, who was wearing a military uniform and thick-framed glasses and looked more like a civilian than a soldier, replied coldly, "Her departure is irrelevant."

  Is this the point... Angel's mouth twitched, and suddenly changed the subject and asked:

  "You seem to be a little distant from me, or afraid of me?"

  "Maybe it's just because I don't like your type very much."

  The answer of this "Hunter" path extraordinary person was obviously subconsciously provocative, but Angel was almost immune to it. Instead, he thought about the meaning of the other party's words:

  Does he think that I am a male witch, and Laura is the opposite, so he is too cold to me? Does this have anything to do with his experiences when he was young, such as his experiences in Trier?

  Angel thought about it and almost stepped on the other person's foot again.

  In the brief chat just now, Angel told a few jokes about Trier, and Vincent actually went to Intis when he was young, so he could keep up the conversation; Laura always kept a faint smile, and looked at Klein who was hurriedly filling his stomach from time to time; Hibbert Hall was obviously on the edge of the conversation, occasionally joining in a few words, without expressing any attitude, and only became interested when talking about his sister Audrey Hall; Ms. Mary had a certain liking for Angel and Laura, but she was most interested in Hibbert, who also served on the Air Pollution Investigation Committee.

  Therefore, when a new piece of music sounded, the six people were divided into three teams: Angel and Vincent, Klein and Laura, and Hibbert and Mary, and danced together to slightly "enhance" their feelings.

  After the slightly boring song, the two decisively separated and left the dance floor as if fleeing.

  In the rest area in the corner, she saw Klein who had just politely sent Laura back to Vincent.

  "Ms. Theresa," he nodded, his deep blue eyes made Angel more certain of who he was imitating. "I find that compared to the overly enthusiastic Ms. Laura, I still prefer your restraint." I

  always feel that you are mocking me for being too cold... But Laura, her enthusiasm is not for some purpose, right?

  Angel frowned slightly and looked at the other end of the long table. Laura and Vincent were sitting on the sofa, seemingly talking about something, with serious faces, as if they were working.

  She originally planned to take a break and eat something, but suddenly changed her mind.

  "Then, Mr. Dantes, are you willing to give me a chance to change your mind?"

  As he said that, Angel took the initiative to stretch out his left hand and hung it in the air.

  After a brief surprise, Klein bent down and took the arm that looked like a jade sculpture.

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  It was approaching midnight. The repetitive dance of eating, chatting and dancing slowly came to an end. One by one, the guests left. In the subsequent social activities, Angel successfully exchanged business cards with most of the targets of interest. At the same time, she also accepted many informal invitations to dances and salons, and asked the butler Li Buck to write them down one by one, waiting for the formal invitation.

  At the same time, she also expressed her interest in Dwayne Dantes without disguising it, laying the foundation for continued contact in the future.

  After getting on the luxurious four-wheeled carriage, Angel wiped her face with a wet towel with the help of the maid Elsa, wiping off the light makeup and the smell of alcohol, so that the fatigue was slightly relieved.

  Even if her half-god body could bear the social dance for several hours, the mental fatigue was unacceptable.

  How did those ordinary people endure long conversations and dancing... Angel muttered, leaning back on the soft chair, closing her eyes and reviewing the harvest tonight:

  Senator Macht, Hibbert Hall, Lady Mary, and several lawyers who might have connections with other nobles... The purpose of expanding the social circle was achieved, and today also attracted enough attention.

  My first encounter with Dwayne Dantès was perfect. Maybe he will invite me to the next ball he hosts. But from today's ball, I can see how much energy and money it takes to host a similar event... Senator Macht remembered the name and origin of each guest, and even chatted with them about topics that interested them. Is he really not some extraordinary person who has a way to enhance his memory?

  Today's clothes don't match the Loen style, but they match my identity as someone who just returned from Intis, which is why they attract most people's attention. Next time, I can try to dress more conservatively to reflect my reintegration into Backlund... Actually, it's mainly because this is the only custom-made dress for the time being, and I can't choose...

  In general, tonight's mission was completed in excess, and a bottle of Olmire wine worth 95 pounds is not a loss... No, I still feel it's a loss, because I only have this bottle in my wine cellar...   

  Angel suddenly felt a pang of heartache. She opened her eyes and saw that Ribak, who was sitting opposite her, was still writing and drawing in his notebook, as if he was summarizing the various invitations after exchanging business cards with other guests tonight.

  No, this was not a pang of heartache for money, but a reminder from spirituality and the magic mirror, and even the secret holy emblem...

  Feeling the cold touch of the magic mirror and the secret holy emblem hidden deep in her clothes, Angel suddenly became alert. One of her purple eyes became illusory, and countless lights and shadows seemed to flash inside. At

  this moment, she had already performed a simple divination and confirmed the source of the threat, or the source of the peeping.

  The other party had obviously performed a counter-divination, but her status as a demigod allowed her to break through this barrier with a little effort and confirm the general situation of the other party.

  Silently, Angel leaned back in her chair, slightly tilted away from Elsa beside her, and rested one side of her head against the soft-padded inner wall of the carriage. She closed her eyes, as if she was preparing to take a short rest because of fatigue.

  A faint shadow seemed to flash across the glass window beside her. Riback, who was concentrating on his notebook, and Elsa, who was covering Angel with a blanket, did not notice that the "Miss Christine" in the carriage had become a "stand-in" formed by a mirror.

  The real her had already used the glass as an entrance to enter the mirror world, shuttling through the complex and abstract network of "spider silk".

  Several thinner spider silks were slowly moving away. They were the glass windows of the four-wheeled carriage. The rows of regular but varying thicknesses around them were the mirrors in the buildings on both sides of the street. Further away, as if connected to an infinitely distant network, was the entire Backlund, and even the "highway" leading to other cities and countries.

  In Angel's eyes, a winding spider silk was flashing a light different from other passages, as if a light was lit in the dark, illusory spider web.

  That was the location of the person who was spying on her, as she had divined.

  After using her eyes to do a simple divination and confirming that the risk of the action was not great, Angel then crossed the passage in a nearly flying posture and looked at the mirror at the end.

  It was a slightly old-fashioned small room, probably a bedroom, with only a simple single bed, a table, chairs, and a wardrobe. The mirror was probably a half-length mirror on the wardrobe, facing the table.

  Sitting next to the table was a young woman, her hair was as black as ink, casually tied behind her head, revealing her delicate neck. Her black long skirt had no decoration, but it could show her slightly curved back, slender waist, and the perfect curve of her hips sitting on the chair.

  The woman was stroking a small portable mirror. The mirror was shrouded in black fog, and she could barely see the wide street. A carriage was gradually moving away, but it was blurry and difficult to track the direction.

  Sure enough, she was using divination to track me, but was interfered by the anti-divination, and could only draw vague conclusions. However, even so, she should have a status close to that of a demigod, otherwise she would not have been able to get any useful information at all...

  Angel was about to continue "spying" for a while, but found that the picture on the other party's magic mirror disappeared quickly, and then a few drops of dark red blood oozed out.

  Magic mirror warning… She no longer hesitated, and passed through this "window" back to the real world. She stepped onto the simple floor, and while the ice cones shot out in all directions, they locked onto all nearby mirrors that could be used to cast mirror spells.

  The black-haired woman in a black dress jumped up instantly as if she was frightened, and nimbly dodged an ice spike that was stabbing at her. She paused, and immediately found that the "mirror substitute" could not be used, and her face turned pale.

  Even if she did a counter-divination, set up mirrors in different positions, and then tried to divine the other party, even if she was prepared to be discovered by the other party and could only flee in a hurry.

  She did not expect to be found so soon, and she did not even have time to escape.

  Boom—

  the same frost exploded from her body, but was easily counter-controlled by Angel, and surrounded the black-haired woman one by one, piercing her into a wooden stick that was broken into several pieces.

  She just appeared from the other corner of the room after the magic wand substitute, and shot out invisible silk threads, trying to open the door and walk away, but found that the silk threads were burned out by a handful of black flames as soon as they left her body.

  As for the "disease" ability, it was completely ineffective, as if it had no effect on the enemy.

  Her heart gradually sank. The other party was also a witch, and a witch with a higher sequence than her.

  That meant...

  "despair"!

  The frost and black flames suddenly disappeared. The black-haired woman dropped her hands and lowered her head slightly, then raised it and looked at Angel, with a helpless, weak and stubborn smile on her face.

  "You don't have to pretend. I have no intention of killing you, at least not for now..."

  Angel was unmoved, and quickly directed the invisible silk thread to tie up the other party, and the black dress that covered almost all the skin below the neck outlined the soft curves of her body.

  "Long time no see, Triss, Chick."

  (End of this chapter)

  Chapter 599: The Infatuated Witch

  In this battle that lasted only a few seconds, Angel once again felt the complete suppression of the higher sequence on the lower sequence in the same path.

  If she can do it, I can do it too, and even more powerful, not to mention the impact of the mirror world on the battle after being promoted to a demigod... Angel once again felt how lucky he was to have survived a minute in the hands of "Lady Despair" Panatia as a Sequence 6. It also showed that the other party was indeed fighting with a toy mentality, rather than wanting to solve the problem quickly.

  Looking at Triss, whose expression became even gloomier because of her identity being exposed, Angel chuckled, walked gracefully to the bed and sat down, pointing to the only chair in the simple room.

  Pulled and controlled by the silk thread, the witch with black hair and black dress moved to the chair and was thrown into the chair in a rough way.

  "Let's talk about it. What is your motive? Why do you want to monitor me?"

  Seeing that she did not continue to resist, Angel asked softly.

  Triss's face changed several times. She tried to use the mirror as a substitute to escape from here again. It was no surprise that she found that any mirror surface that her spiritual power could reach was controlled by the other party, as if there was a thick barrier between them and she could not touch it. Only the two portable magic mirrors smeared with her own blood could be used as substitute props, but that distance was useless and she would be caught back in an instant.

  "I was monitoring the dance at 39 Böklund Street. There was a target I was going to deal with. I accidentally discovered... you."

  She had to answer honestly.

  "Your target is Senator Mori Macht? Why do you want to deal with him?"

  Angel asked. At the same time, her eyes also reflected Triss's weak and curled figure tied by invisible silk threads in front of her, and used divination to confirm the authenticity of the other party's words.

  "No, the person I'm monitoring is William Sykes. He's the butler of a manor on the outskirts of the city. Today, he's attending the ball on behalf of his master to maintain his relationship with the councillors. I wanted to kidnap him when he left, but the timing was not very good... and your appearance made me suspect that the 'Witch Cult' was also involved in this matter, so I wanted to confirm it through divination."

  It's all true... Well, she shouldn't dare to hide the High-Sequence Beyonder standing in front of her, but what does the Witch Cult have to do with me and this matter? I'm not familiar with that William Sykes at all...

  Angel thought for a moment and understood what Triss meant. She was probably mistaken for a high-ranking witch because of her outstanding appearance, and she was eager to blend into Backlund's upper class society. Frequent contact with other businessmen and politicians was also regarded as a common method of the "Witch Cult", which is why Triss suspected her.

  In a sense, her suspicion was not wrong... Angel chuckled and continued:

  "What secrets are there in William Sykes's manor that are worth your contact or even kidnapping him?"

  "The manor? No, that's not the point. I want him himself, or more precisely, some information in his head... information about his last employer, Edessac Augustus."

  When talking about this somewhat difficult name, Triss's black eyes revealed a trace of inexplicable emotion.

  "Edessac, the prince who committed suicide?"

  Hearing this name, Angel immediately had some memories of the other party.

  The first time she met Triss in Backlund was at the banquet hosted by the prince. At that time, Triss asked Angel for help in the attitude of a victim, but in the end, because of the influence of "0-08" and the sapphire ring, she gave up escaping and followed the prince away.

  After that, Angel learned that Triss was forced to associate with this powerless prince as a hostage due to the arrangement of the "Witch Cult". Triss's thoughts were not clear, but the prince seemed to have fallen in love with the witch.

  Unfortunately, during the Backlund Great Smog Incident, Edessak committed suicide out of fear of punishment because his collusion with the Witch Cult was exposed, bringing this sadomasochistic love to an end.

  Of course, Angel learned from Laura that "suicide" might have deeper reasons.

  "Suicide? Do you think a prince, even if he has lost power or made a mistake, needs to end his life like this? Does he need to use bullets that destroy his spirituality? He was forced!"

  Sure enough, hearing Angel's question, Triss's face was a little distorted. She struggled violently regardless of the tightly bound silk thread on her body.

  "Of course I know that his death is strange and related to the 'Witch Cult' and you. He may be a scapegoat pushed by a certain force to calm the anger of the three major churches and the nobles. In addition, he may be able to cover up the truth of the great smog."

  Angel ignored her excitement and added calmly.

  These are all the collective wisdom of the Tarot Club. Of course, they have not yet found out what the ultimate goal of the royal family and the military is.

  Maybe, I can get some new clues from Triss... Angel suddenly felt a little hopeful.

  At the same time, she was also puzzled by the other party's sudden extreme irritability. Judging from the ability of the "instigator", this was not false, but uncontrollable sentimentality and anger.

  You didn't really fall in love with the unfortunate prince in the process of getting along, did you? Have you forgotten that your name was Triss, and you were once a man, and you said that you like women with pretty faces and good figures, and even tried to trick me away in Tingen... Angel opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but finally gave up.

  "Hehe, I know what you are thinking. Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy, but investigating this matter and avenging him has become the only meaning of my life."   

  The anger on Triss's face subsided and turned into a sad smile. This was different from the seductive expression she deliberately showed at the end of the battle. It was obviously from the heart.

  As expected, she and Prince Edessak really... Angel remembered the feelings of "Admiral of Disease" Tracy for Elaine, the feelings that Laura showed from time to time, and even the resentful look of the gray-haired witch Mitis when the evil god's offspring descended on Tingen City.

  Wasn't it the same when he first learned about Klein's death...

  Sighing secretly, Angel continued to ask:

  "What are you going to do?"

  Since Triss also intends to investigate the cause of Prince Edessak's death, she will inevitably come into contact with part of the truth about the haze, which coincides with one of Angel and Klein's goals. Angel is ready to listen to her plan and provide some help to see if he can get some new clues.

  "William Sykes will stay in the Backlund city area these days. I plan to find an opportunity to have a 'chat' with him when he is alone. But according to my observations during this period, he should be a mid-sequence Beyonder, at least Sequence 6. If he also has magical items, I may not be able to solve the problem quietly."

  When talking about "chatting", Triss inadvertently revealed a hint of sneer.

  "If necessary, I can provide some help, but I want a copy of any clues you get."

  After confirming the other party's words with divination, Angel said.

  "Help me? I thought the 'Witch Cult' was here to deal with me..." Triss's delicate eyebrows slightly frowned, and soon spread out, "Are you from the 'other faction'?"

  The other faction... did she refer to the "Witch Family" mentioned by Catalina and Black Cat Winsa?

  Angel remained calm, nodded slightly, and misled the other party according to his thoughts.

  "Sure enough, the people of the 'Black Saint' were cleared out by the Orthodox Church after the haze, and you took advantage of the situation to disrupt their mission... But it just so happens that you need me to be a bait and a pioneer, and I also need your help. My only question is, is there any possibility of cooperation between you and the forces that killed Edessak?"

  Triss's mouth curled up, as if she wanted to laugh, but in the end, no extra expression appeared.

  Will you cooperate? I don't even know the name of the "Black Saint"... Angel complained in his heart and answered ambiguously:

  "Maybe not."

  "Okay, I know you don't want to express your position directly, but I can express my attitude first. As long as it helps my revenge, I can show all the value that can be used..."

  Triss was obviously not satisfied with Angel's reply, but she knew that she was in an absolute disadvantage at the moment, so after hesitating for a moment, she agreed to share the information she had obtained.

  At this moment, Angel felt that the "mirror stand-in" left in the carriage was being awakened. One of his eyes became deep, and his vision seemed to be divided into two, one half of which became the stand-in's field of vision. He happened to see Ribak sitting opposite him and asked:

  "Miss Theresa, according to my summary, there are four guests' invitations today. You'd better reply as soon as possible. You can consider turning down the others, otherwise your schedule next week will be very tight. You still have to attend three balls, a literary salon, a drama, and the three scheduled masses..."

  This densely packed schedule made her twitch her lips, and she manipulated the "stand-in" to answer: "Tell me about the situation of those four people."

  At the same time, on this side of the simple bedroom, she also spoke, asking Triss to provide a potion that can enable two-way communication. Unlike Laura's method of brewing that completely blocks the connection between blood and body, Triss directly used hair burned by black flames to create a charred and sticky thing, and then handed it to her.

  "I will contact you before the action."

  She maintained a certain respect from beginning to end. Was it because she was really afraid of death, or did she not want to die before the revenge was successful?

  "I hope you are really avenging the unfortunate prince, and not just using it as an excuse... Remember what you did in Tingen."

  Angel took the charred sticky thing and said coldly. In front of her, he threw the ball of "communication potion" into the mirror space. His figure quickly became blurred, and then dissipated. Through the mirror world, he returned to the carriage that had left the North District. He silently replaced the stand-in who kept nodding and commenting from time to time, and ended the "double-line operation".

  The time was not long, but it consumed a lot of spirituality. It seems that the promotion to "despair" is not enough for me to use this power for a long time.

  But after I fully master the potion, maybe I can control more "stand-ins", and even transfer power to the stand-ins through the mirror world to fight...

  As for Triss, she has committed many serious crimes in Tingen, but she is still useful now. I can let her step on landmines. Whether she finds out something or is discovered by the real force that caused the smog, I can get a lot of useful information... She probably knows her own value and will not be perfunctory. What's more, she did not lie about her feelings for Prince Edessak...

  Summarizing the gains just now, Angel pretended to yawn to stop Ribak, who was still reporting, from chattering so that his lady could rest for a while.

  ————

  In a shabby apartment not far from Böklund Street, Triss was still staring at the place where Angel disappeared just now, frowning, muttering:

  "Is the rumor true? There really is a faction in the sect that existed in the Fourth Epoch? But the witch of 'Despair' just now, I feel a little familiar, she seems to know me very well... Tingen City, could it be..."

  She looked weak, but her eyes were extremely sharp and full of doubts.

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 600 Farewell

  "So, you don't know about Triss either?"

  In the bedroom, Angel erected a spiritual wall, pulled over a cushion and sat beside the altar, talking to the black cat Wensa, who half jumped out of the altar and lay in front of her.

  "I spend most of my time in the spirit world, and I'm afraid I don't know as much as you do about many things..." Wensa seemed to have completely integrated into the identity of a cat, and his tail kept shaking, "But one thing is certain, they do intend to use this witch as a vessel for the advent of that person."

  That person? Is it Chick, the "original witch"?

  Listening to Wensa's disrespectful words, Angel was sure of two things.

  First, this witch cat must have a deep understanding of the "Witch Sect", and was even a member of it before becoming a creature in the spirit world, and the "family" she mentioned was undoubtedly the "other faction" mentioned by Triss; secondly, this faction probably has very limited respect for their true god, "the original witch" Chick, and is even making some kind of plan behind His back.

  "Then why did the 'Witch Cult' allow Triss to wander around outside, and even start to investigate the truth of the haze on their own? Shouldn't such a precious container be immediately captured and strictly guarded?" Angel continued to ask.

  This was also the question that puzzled her the most, and she even thought that Triss was hiding something.

  Lanevus, who had offended the evil god "True Creator", was captured by the "Aurora Society" as soon as he entered Backlund, even though he escaped from Tingen City. He was quickly used as a container again and almost "descended" at the dock area. However, Triss, who had also been used as a container and showed symptoms of being controlled and eroded, was not managed at all, and was even secretly promoted to the Sequence 5 "Pain" witch.

  Although I don't know how she survived the promotion ceremony without protection...

  "Almost all the members of Backlund's sect have been arrested or executed. 'Black Witch' Clarisse cannot reach out here for the time being, so she has to ask 'White Saint' Katarina to handle related matters on her behalf. She has no time to capture Triss."

  Black Cat answered expressionlessly and in a flat tone.

  It turns out that the "Black Witch" is called Clarisse, and Katarina's code name is "White Saint". You witch sects are really good at playing. Do other high-level people also use colors as code names? For example, something like Red Saint... And this is almost a clear indication that Katarina doesn't want to take care of this matter. Do they really go against the mainstream thinking of the "Witch Sect" and have their own plans?

  But this may also be a show for me. In fact, a dragnet has been laid, waiting for Triss to come to the door... Angel has not yet completely believed this black cat related to Katarina, but just nodded to indicate that he understood.

  Seeing that she stopped talking, the black cat yawned and turned to leave.

  Angel hurriedly called her: "If I need to hire you to participate in a battle that may involve demigods like last time... Is it still the original price?"

  The price of the headless messenger Renette rose sharply. The first time was 3,000 gold coins, and the second time was 10,000. This made Angel decide to ask Wensa's quotation before communicating with the other party. If the difference is too big, it is not impossible to reduce the requirements and hire a black cat...

  "Aren't you ready to hire four headed women?"

  Wensa's beard kept shaking, and he answered in a somewhat yin and yang way, imitating the way Renette spoke. Then he shook his tail, pretended to refuse, and disappeared into the spirit world.

  I always feel that she seems to have some resentment...

  Looking at the empty altar with only candles burning, Angel was stunned.

  ————

  Ha Hu——

  Take out a handkerchief and pretend to wipe your face, covering half of your face, and Angel secretly yawned.

  She was now following several neighbors who also lived on Birningham Road. Under the guidance of a coal mine owner who had just moved to Backlund this year and was seeking an upward path like Angel, she was walking around his newly purchased suburban estate, admiring the lush, immature grapevines.

  Although this wine estate covered a large area, the grapes were not yet ripe at this time of year, and all she could see were immature seedlings.

  As a demigod, she certainly would not feel tired because of this. Yawning was nothing more than a reminder to other companions:

  This is so boring!

  Her silent complaints were soon discovered by the butler who was traveling with her. The latter quickly stepped forward, approached the middle-aged man with a slightly fat body and sparse brown hair, and whispered a few words.

  Then, the man turned around, smiled apologetically, and said,

  "Everyone, let's go back to the living room and taste the wine made from the grapes here. They will definitely satisfy everyone."

  The team, which was originally a little dull, became lively in an instant. Everyone chatted and laughed with the owner of the manor and returned to the four-story building with a huge wine cellar. They sat down in the living room decorated with floor-to-ceiling windows on an entire wall, and waited for the servants to bring the dark wine bottles that had not been opened and even had no labels.

  "I bought this manor because of the grape vines here and the aged wine in the wine cellar."

  The anthracite mine owner named Winster proudly introduced it, and asked the servants to use professional utensils to decant the wine and serve it to each guest one by one.

  Looking at the wine that exuded the color of blood under the light, Angel frowned slightly and felt a little puzzled.

  Can the grapes grown on the vines outside really make wine of this color?

  Seeing other guests around her raising their glasses to taste, she no longer hesitated, shaking, sniffing, sipping, and tasting the wine in a professional manner.

  After all, Intis is the birthplace of modern red wine appreciation and classification system, and I have to learn something... She muttered, surprised to find that the wine produced by Winster's estate tasted quite good, but...

  Other guests also praised it. A professor from Backlund University frowned, as if he wanted to point out something, but was persuaded by his friends with his eyes and joined the praise queue.   

  Everyone knows that this is the purchased Olmier wine, which is at least 20 years old. You don't need to point it out... Angel laughed secretly and decided to drink two more glasses of the aged wine bought by the mine owner for face today, at least to make up for the mental loss of going out on Sunday.

  At this moment, her inspiration was suddenly touched, and her purple eyes froze for a moment.

  Is this... someone using the spirit world to quickly approach here?

  Angel quickly performed a divination and failed without a doubt.

  Coming from the spirit world, I can't confirm it by divination, but it didn't appear immediately... She put down the wine glass thoughtfully, called the servant, asked the location of the bathroom, declined the other party's company, left the living room alone, walked around the maze-like corridor, and stopped in a secluded place.

  The surrounding brown-yellow stone walls and the slightly exaggerated red carpet suddenly became rich in color, as if the colors of oil paintings were superimposed. Azik, wearing a top hat, appeared from the void and stood in front of Angel.

  "You can really sense it, that's good. When facing a Beyonder of the same sequence, this kind of alertness can at least give you 5 seconds to react."

  He smiled and praised, making Angel a little embarrassed.

  The other party obviously wandered around the manor for a while before leaving Angel a private space to wait here. If Azik intended to attack, she might die in the hands of the other party as soon as she became alert.

  Of course, Sequence 4 and Sequence 2 are two sequences apart, which is also normal... She comforted herself and whispered:

  "Long time no see, Mr. Azik, are you rushing back to the North Continent from the Raging Sea this time?"

  "In fact, I was originally planning to go to the South Continent, but this trip may take more than a month, so I came back here first to help you solve a problem."

  Azik turned his neck and reached into the chest pocket of his swallowtail formal suit, revealing the black mole under his ear.

  After a moment, he handed a short octagonal crystal in his hand to Angel.

  The crystal was black in color, with a few dots of light in it, like the stars in the night sky, and a hint of crimson in the middle, like blood and the moon. After taking the crystal, Angel immediately felt a warm and quiet atmosphere enveloping herself and the surrounding space. This was after the initial seal, otherwise she guessed that the same feeling would envelop everyone in the manor, making them fall into a deep sleep.

  "Is this the Beyonder characteristic of the Night Watcher?"

  Angel asked tentatively, but she had already confirmed in her heart:

  this was the high-sequence Beyonder characteristic that Ince Zangwill had to kill hundreds of people, attack the Tingen Market Night Squad, and kill the captain to obtain!

  "Although I haven't fully recovered my strength, with the help of the spirit world, I can destroy the contaminated holy emblem, so that the Beyonder characteristics contained in it can be crushed and reassembled into pure characteristics. As for the breath related to the god of death, I have dealt with it separately. With the help of it, perhaps my trip to the Balam Empire will be smoother."

  Azik replied with a chuckle, without any hesitation or regret for handing over a valuable item worth tens of thousands of pounds.

  As expected... Angel sighed, and caught the key point in Azik's words.

  "Bayram Empire... Are you going to those ruins in the southern continent to find the truth?"

  She asked back with some concern.

  Of course, Azik must not be talking about the Balam that has now become a colony, but the ancient empire that originated in the Fourth Epoch and now only has ruins and documents.

  "Yes, you don't have to worry too much. No matter what the truth is, I will have to face it sooner or later. Moreover, from other scattered memories, I have also glimpsed what kind of person I was back then..."

  Azik's eyes were a little strange, but his words were extremely firm.

  He was the "Death Archon" back then... Angel's expression almost froze, but soon, she smiled again, not to worry Azik who was about to leave.

  "Then I wish you a smooth journey in advance, Mr. Azik," she said softly, raising her hands and giving a hug to the elder who had helped her countless times, "No matter what the result is, please remember that Klein and I are waiting for you here."

  "...Thank you."

  Azik returned the same courtesy, thanking him softly with a restrained expression, and then stepped back two steps, holding down the top hat on his head, blending into the rich colors that appeared again.

  Holding the extraordinary characteristics of the "Night Watcher", Angel looked at the place where Azik left for a long time, until the maid of the manor came to look for him, then he forced a smile and returned to the living room full of false laughter and the aroma of expensive wine.

  (End of this chapter)