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  Chapter 226 Extra Rewards

  During the battle with Ms. D and the priest, Angel had discovered the weakness of this silver-white armor and two-handed giant sword, which was that it could not resist close attacks.

  As long as he fought in close combat, his giant sword would not be effective.

  Throwing out a dagger with black flames, Angel continued to approach with his bare hands. The priest waved his giant sword to block the dagger and slapped her with his backhand. Even if it was not the blade, being hit by the giant sword horizontally could also make her lose her combat effectiveness. Angel immediately activated the fire jump, came behind the priest, caught the black flame dagger spinning in the air, and stabbed it into the gap between the back of the armor and the helmet.

  The dagger pierced into the gap, and the black flames immediately spread. At the same time, the priest inserted the two-handed giant sword into the ground. Amid the sound of the marble floor breaking, the light on the giant sword surged outward and instantly turned into a hurricane, sweeping across the entire church hall.

  The storm blew away the benches, the broken altar, and Angel behind him.

  Puff -

  the fragile body struggling in the storm caught fire and turned into a piece of thin paper, which was torn to pieces in an instant, and Angel walked out of the flames again, in front of him was Father Utravsky with a black flame dagger still stuck in the back of his neck.

  Holding the dagger tightly, Angel poured spirituality into it and twisted it hard.

  With a "bang", black curse flames surged out of every gap in the priest's silver-white armor. The armor softened and disappeared in the flames. The priest in the priest's robe turned around and looked at Angel with his gloomy blue eyes.

  Only the handle of the dagger stuck in his back neck was exposed. The sharp dagger tip had pierced his cervical vertebrae, damaged the nerves, and cut off all his hopes.

  "You, you... your heart..."

  Before he finished speaking, the priest fell forward, stirring up a cloud of dust.

  Standing there, quietly watching the black flames on the priest's body extinguish, Angel stroked the secret holy emblem on his wrist and left the depths of his heart.

  In the empty church hall, the Holy Emblem of Life shone with a strong light, covering everything.

  ...

  Opening her eyes, Angel found herself still in the church of the Mother Earth. The tables and chairs that were blown away by the storm of light, and the altar beside her, were restored to their original state.

  She looked at the "Heart Nightmare Candle" in her hand, and the flame on the candle wick covered with scales gradually became low and disappeared.

  The priest who had just stood in front of her had sat on a bench beside her without knowing when. He bent over, lowered his head, and covered his temples with his hands. Sweat dripped from his face, soaking the marble floor of the church hall.

  Feeling Angel's gaze, Father Utravsky raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, even flowing down his face and chin. The sweat just now actually contained his hot tears.

  Fortunately, the priest's eyes were still kind, calm, and even had some joy and sentimentality, instead of being full of malice like him in the depths of the dream, as if he had become ten years younger in just a few minutes.

  "Thank you, thank you. I can feel that the me in the past has completely disappeared."

  "This is due to your honesty and cooperation. In addition, he does not have the strength of Sequence 6 in the dream. Although he has those extraordinary abilities you mentioned, his strength is probably only Sequence 7. Perhaps the effect of the 'Heart Nightmare Candle' is beyond imagination. I think you should be able to easily get rid of that self when you go in."

  Angel replied. She was not being modest, but she really felt that the priest in the depths of the dream was not as strong as other Sequence 6s she had seen. Perhaps only the manic "Rose Bishop" killed last week was similar to him.

  "No, I once tried to use the 'Heart Nightmare Candle' to enter the depths of my soul and solve that trouble, but... But when I faced my past self in the dream, I am afraid that my strength is not as good as his..."

  Father Utravsky shook his head, wiped the sweat and tears on his face with the sleeve of his priest's robe, and stood up. After meeting this priest, Angel saw that he completely straightened his back for the first time, and his tall body looked even more upright at this time.

  "As agreed, I will give you the formula of the 'Pharmacist', and another magical item."

  "Is it this candle?"

  Angel asked curiously.

  Unexpectedly, she not only got the formula, but also an extra surprise. Perhaps after the priest eliminated the evil in his heart, he no longer needed this magical candle. Angel was very interested in the candle that could enter other people's dreams!

  "Sorry, it doesn't belong to me completely, so I can't give it to you."

  The priest rejected the proposal without hesitation, and then introduced her to two magical items she could choose.

  One of them was a needle connected to a transparent test tube through a hose. The priest said he didn't know what the item was called. It could draw out a tube of its own blood and save it, and then return it to the body at a critical moment. This could temporarily improve its strength, agility and other physical qualities, and it could also heal most injuries and diseases and eliminate fatigue.

  But after the blood is drawn, it will be weak for a full 12 hours, and it cannot be used more than once a week, otherwise it will not only bring strength when it is returned, but also bring madness, making people lose their minds for a short time.

  In addition, when carrying it, the user will become a little neurotic.   

  Angel, who has modern medical knowledge, has been somewhat resistant to this magical item since she heard about blood transfusion. After hearing more side effects, she shook her head firmly.

  The "Magic Pocket Watch" is enough. If she had another magical item that weakened people for 12 hours, she would be scared to death on the street full of gas lamps after the battle. Guilty,

  she opened the cover of the "Magic Pocket Watch" and took a look. She found that the use in the dream did not make it enter the negative state of fear of fire. Angel was relieved and looked at the priest, waiting for him to introduce another item.

  The latter took out an ancient brass key from his pocket and continued to introduce it.

  This is a magical item called "Master Key". The effect is as the name suggests. It allows the user to open all locks without mysterious power, as well as some locks with weaker supernatural effects. In places where there is no door, it can also allow the user to open a temporary passage and pass through obstacles, provided that the obstacles are not too thick and are not affected by supernatural power.

  As he spoke, the priest stood up, walked to the wall on one side of the church, pressed the master key in his hand against the wall, twisted it as if unlocking a lock, and made water ripples appear on part of the wall in front of him. Then the whole person seemed to "immerse" in the wall and disappeared in the ripples of the water.

  About half a minute later, he returned to the church hall in the same way, holding a note in his other hand.

  Angel took the note and looked at it. As expected, he saw the "pharmacist" formula on it.

  "The horn of an adult unicorn, the venom crystal of a crown jellyfish... these are all materials I have never heard of."

  Fortunately, these extraordinary materials do not need to be found by oneself, just give the verified formula to Viscount Grallint.

  "This is your reward, and, which magical item do you choose?"

  The priest asked with a smile, holding a syringe set in one hand and a brass key in the other.

  "What about the negative effects of the 'master key'?"

  Although he had already reached a conclusion in his mind, Angel still asked cautiously.

  "It occasionally makes its user lost. I use it less often. According to others, it is the kind of random loss that is difficult for the user to find."

  Father Utravsky replied.

  Getting lost is not a big deal. At most, it will delay a little time. At most, I can climb to the roof and go straight ahead, or hire a carriage, instead of finding the way myself...

  After thinking this through, Angel looked at the brass key: "I choose the 'Master Key'."

  The priest seemed to have expected it and handed the key to Angel. The latter took it and opened his spiritual vision to take a look. He found that when it was not in use, it was exactly the same as an ordinary key and did not emit a strange spiritual glow.

  "Thank you again, strange lady. If there is any problem with the formula, I am always at the Harvest Church."

  After saying that, the priest turned to face the Holy Emblem of the Earth Mother Goddess, standing in front of the altar like a giant peak, chanting in a low voice to praise the gods.

  Angel put away the formula, took the key, went to the side of the church close to the street, and twisted the key against the wall like the priest just did.

  The sound of brass rubbing against the stone wall came, and nothing happened.

  "You need to use a little spirituality."

  The voice of the priest came from behind her.

  After pouring spirituality into the key in her hand, she tried to turn the non-existent lock again. Angel's eyes were dazed for a while, and the stone wall of the church disappeared in front of her eyes, and the busy scene of Rose Street appeared in front of her. She

  really went straight through the wall!

  She looked at the "master key" in her hand that helped her pass through the wall, put it in her pocket happily, and walked towards the subway station.

  Half an hour later, Angel pushed open the door of the church with a confused look on her face, and looked at Father Utravsky who was still praying devoutly.

  She had walked around the Harvest Church three or four times, and still couldn't find a way to leave.

  How about discussing with the priest and changing to the set of blood-drawing tools? After

  hesitating for a moment, Angel gave up the idea, returned to the street, got on a hired carriage, and left the Rose Street that was like a ghost wall.

  (End of this chapter)

  Chapter 227 Fors

  On Sunday morning, Angel arrived at the fortune-telling club as usual.

  The club has many more guests on weekends than on weekdays, even in this city where the whole city is catching a serial killer and young women are in danger.

  Angel had already wasted a day yesterday, and she couldn't miss the opportunity to play a role today.

  Although there have been fewer love fortune-tellings recently, and other types of fortune-telling, such as finding people and things, she is not willing to deceive the other party, resulting in not many opportunities to play a role.

  Holding a cup of coffee and a newspaper under her arm, Angel came to her "fortune-telling witch" room. As soon as Angel sat down, the door was gently pushed open, and Mr. O'Neill, whom she had met before, walked in.

  The middle-aged man's originally sloppy beard and hair have been groomed. He is wearing a neat shirt, vest, windbreaker, and a half-high hat. He is completely different from the anxious look when he lost his daughter.

  "Miss Fortune Teller, I'm here to thank you. With your help and the help of a detective introduced by the Brave Bar, I finally found my daughter Emily."

  As expected, Mr. O'Neill expressed his gratitude to her.

  "I'm very happy to hear the news. Is she not hurt?"

  Angel asked.

  "Praise the goddess, she returned home safely. Although the gang of criminals escaped, the detective who helped me said that they will be wanted and will be arrested soon, so I am relieved."

  "It's a pity that Emily was frightened and traumatized. I took her to see a psychologist. The doctor said that in this case, it is best to let her change her living environment and stay away from familiar places. She will get better slowly."

  Mr. O'Neill seemed to have quit smoking recently. He wanted to grab his hand into the inner pocket of his windbreaker several times, but he held back. He no longer had the unpleasant smell of cigarettes on his body. If it weren't for the occasional yellowed teeth, you wouldn't have known that he was addicted to tobacco.

  "We have no other relatives in Backlund, so we are going to leave here and move to Jianhai County. We may not come back in the next few years. I came here specially to express my gratitude to you before leaving."

  After that, Mr. O'Neill took out an envelope and gently placed it on Angel's divination table.

  "Here is 50 pounds. Although it is far less than my gratitude, I am sorry that we are in financial difficulties recently, so we can only take out this little bit."

  50 pounds, enough to buy "Storm Gathering" bullets to shoot those gangsters several times!

  Angel was a little surprised. She felt that she should not take this money.

  In the process of looking for Emily, she only did a divination. She even accidentally met the Rose Bishop of the Aurora Society in the East District. She divined the whereabouts of Lanevus based on the other party's body and finally killed the enemy.

  The other party was preparing to move recently and needed the money even more.

  She was about to refuse, but O'Neill had already exhaled as if he had completed a task, turned around and left the divination room, and his regular and powerful steps gradually faded away.

  "After finding his daughter, his temperament is different... but he doesn't look normal, as if he is tense. I hope that his family can heal their trauma in Jianhai County."

  Angel could only pick up the envelope and accept the 50 pounds reward without having time to speak.

  ————

  In the afternoon, Angel came to Seville's home in the West District to receive the extraordinary material that the other party promised on Wednesday.

  In the reception room on the first floor, she met Mrs. Seville, who was wearing a black gauze dress. The latter sent away the maid, took out an exquisite iron box, and opened it in front of Angel.

  On the red velvet pad in the box was a small sac, purple-black in color, shaped like a heart, and covered with translucent, spider-like objects on the surface. Just staring at it, Angel felt a little unable to look away, and his hands and feet felt stiff. With

  a "click", Seville closed the iron box, put it on the coffee table, and pushed it over.

  "According to the agreement, this is the reward you deserve, the 'Silk Gland of an Adult Giant Widow Spider', which is part of the Sequence 6 potion 'Joy'. The other part, as well as the complete potion formula, will be given to you after you complete the task."

  Angel felt a little strange when she heard Sylvia call the "Witch of Joy" "Joy" again, but she still took the iron box obediently.

  She suspected that the task of "approaching Miss Audrey and becoming her friend" was not as simple as it seemed. She had already approached her, but judging by what Sylvia said, it seemed that it was far from over. Perhaps the subsequent tasks would not be known to her until the right time.

  "Next Tuesday, Viscount Glint will hold a salon in the afternoon again. As usual, come to my place in advance and remember to change into new clothes."   

  After handing over the mission reward, the baroness resumed her expression of alienation and temptation, and ordered.

  "By the way, have you found any results for the 'Pharmacist' potion formula?"

  "There are some clues. If nothing goes wrong, the formula can be purchased next week. The other party offered 200 pounds, and I agreed."

  Angel replied.

  She originally wanted to say that she had already got it now, but then she thought that maybe she could get reimbursement from the viscount once, and then come back here to get reimbursed again, so she didn't hand over the formula now.

  "Very good, when you get the formula, copy it for me. This is part of the mission expenses and can be reimbursed."

  The lady seemed to be slowly becoming familiar with the word "reimbursement", which made Angel feel very relieved.

  Moreover, unlike the pharmacist Darkwill, she had not taken an oath, and Father Utravsky did not ask her to keep it secret, so she didn't have much psychological burden to sell the "Pharmacist" formula twice.

  Thinking of this, the frustration of having to buy a new dress was also diluted a lot.

  ————

  Watching Miss Audrey Hall in a light yellow dress walking gracefully among the guests in the salon, Angel recalled the aristocratic etiquette book she had gotten from Severia, and tried to learn by comparing it with the knowledge points in it.

  Viscount Grallint walked by, nodded slightly after Angel turned her eyes to him, and then walked away with a glass of wine in his hand without talking to each other.

  She knew that this was the Viscount's move to avoid attracting the attention of other guests.

  After about ten minutes, seeing that the atmosphere in the salon reached a climax in the beautiful music, Angel secretly left through the side door and was led by the Viscount's maid to the study where they met last week.

  After walking through the partition, she was surprised to find that there was already a lady sitting in the study.

  The other party was about a little shorter than Miss Audrey, wearing a dark green dress, a purple shawl on her shoulders, and her long brown hair was slightly curled. Her light blue eyes looked curiously at Angel who entered the study.

  Excluding Hugh Dilcha and the two nobles whom he had already met, she was the last member of the "Mystic Salon"?

  "Hello, Ms. Fors Wall, I am Irene Watson, nice to meet you."

  As if surprised that Angel knew her name, Fors raised her thin eyebrows and replied with a smile:

  "Hello, Miss Watson, just call me Fors, please wait a moment, they will be here soon."

  Angel also found a backrest chair and sat down, and Fors resumed her lazy posture, collapsed on the sofa, and continued to read a large book.

  After nearly half an hour, just when Angel was getting a little impatient, Viscount Glint and Miss Audrey came to the study.

  "Welcome, Miss Irene, Ms. Fors, there are too many enthusiastic ladies in the salon, which delayed me a little."

  The Viscount apologized, took off his tuxedo and hung it on the coat rack beside him, and sat on another single sofa, while Audrey came to the desk and sat down, like the host of the party.

  "Fors, this is Miss Irene Watson, who has just joined us. She is a Beyonder. Irene, this is Fors Wall, the author of the book Stormy Manor that I told you about, who is also a Beyonder."

  Audrey introduced the two. The two who had just met each other stood up again and greeted each other.

  After sitting down, the Viscount introduced the two people's experience of joining the Mystic Salon. Angel had heard the story of Fors taking the initiative to contact the Viscount in order to save Hugh Dilcha last week, so he was not surprised at this time. Fors was also a little lazy, sitting upright in the back chair, looking at Angel from time to time, and looking at the two nobles from time to time.

  Fors did not take the initiative to mention her potion sequence, and out of courtesy between Beyonders, Angel did not ask, but the two nobles should know it, just like she also demonstrated her Beyonder ability when she joined.

  After a brief greeting, the Viscount couldn't wait to ask about the formula:

  "Miss Irene, is there any news about my 'Pharmacist' potion?"

  (End of this chapter)

  Chapter 228 Invitation to the Exhibition

  Audrey on the side covered her mouth and chuckled: "Grelint, no wonder you rejected the invitations of several ladies. It turns out that you have been thinking about your potion."

  "I have always had hope and worked hard for it."

  The Viscount said seriously. If it weren't for the anxiety in his eyes, you wouldn't know that he was eager to find the formula.

  Angel took out a piece of paper with the "pharmacist" formula he got from Father Utravsky and handed it to the surprised Grellint. The latter took it and looked at the content on it with his eyes almost shining. He soon breathed a sigh of relief, folded the paper and put it in his pocket. He didn't seem to be worried about the difficult names of extraordinary materials on the formula.

  But that's right. He and Miss "Justice" Audrey are both nobles of the Kingdom of Loen. The latter spent money lavishly at the Tarot Club and never worried about the source of the potion materials.

  "I have divined, and there should be no problem with the formula."

  Angel added, worried that the Viscount would doubt the authenticity of the formula.

  But the other party obviously had no similar thoughts. Instead, he looked at Angel with a smile on his face and said,

  "Thank you, Miss Irene. I didn't expect that you would find the formula I have been waiting for for a long time in just one week. How much did it cost you to get it?"

  Fors moved a little awkwardly on the backrest chair, which made Angel think that the other party might have been responsible for finding the potion formula. After

  hesitating for a moment, Angel quoted a low price: 300 pounds.

  Considering the 200 pounds she paid to Darkwill, including the final payment, and the fierce battle with a Sequence 6 "Dawn Knight" in the process of helping Father Utravsky, it was a reasonable price and would not affect her relationship with the nobleman.

  "Very good, you will get this reward at the end of the salon."

  The Viscount nodded and sat back on the sofa. His right hand occasionally stroked the pocket containing the formula, and the smile on his face never faded.

  "Then do you have any clues about the 'audience' formula I need?"

  Audrey opened her green eyes wide and looked at Angel expectantly.

  Be sure to be careful about the "audience" path. Their acting skills are too good!

  Angel shook his head and smiled bitterly at Justice's superb acting skills. "Sorry, Miss Audrey, I didn't find anyone to sell this formula this time."

  Miss Justice immediately showed her undisguised disappointment. Even though he knew she was pretending, Angel couldn't bear it and wanted to help her solve the potion formula problem as soon as possible.

  "Miss Audrey, maybe we can consider continuing to attend that Beyonder party. The formula of 'audience' has appeared at the party. If the seller continues to attend the party, we should be able to buy it from him." Fors

  on the side also joined the conversation.

  "Unfortunately, due to the impact of the serial murder case, this party will not be held for the time being. Not only Audrey, but your 'Master of Magic' will also have to be postponed."

  Viscount Glint said, his tone was brisk, and it was completely inversely proportional to the frustration of the two ladies.

  It seems that the entire Beyonder party in Backlund has been affected by the actions of the official Beyonders... But 'Master of Magic', is that Fors' subsequent potion sequence? Thank you, Viscount Glint, who speaks frankly!

  Angel thought of the three potion formulas he had obtained from Dominic, one of which was the "Master of Magic".

  "The number of people attending the party I attended has also been reduced by half, and many Beyonders are not very brave to come out," Angel interjected, and then pretended to look at Fors casually, "'Master of Magic'? Is that your subsequent sequence?"

  Perhaps expecting to get clues from Angel, Fors did not hide it, but nodded slowly:

  "Yes, I am the 'apprentice' of Sequence 9, and I am currently looking for subsequent formulas. If you have relevant clues, I am willing to buy it."

  "I can demonstrate the ability of the 'apprentice' to you."

  After saying that, she put away her lazy expression, stood up from the sofa, walked to the door of the bathroom in the study, held the door handle, and passed through the wooden door like a phantom, then opened the door from the inside and returned to the three people.

  This... This is indeed a magical ability.

  Angel sighed that every path, even Sequence 9, has a unique Beyonder ability that is different from other paths.

  But this is somewhat similar to the effect of the "Master Key", which can directly pass through obstacles in an instant. Although Fors only demonstrated passing through a closed wooden door, I guess ordinary walls can't stop her either...   

  Maybe the extraordinary properties contained in this key came from a certain "apprentice"?

  Seeing the apprentice sitting back on the sofa, Angel smiled and said, "I understand. I will help you find the potion formula of the 'Master of Magic' at other gatherings."

  She didn't plan to tell others that she had the formula right away, as that would easily attract attention. Perhaps it would be better to contact and understand the other party first, and then find an opportunity to sell the potion formula to her. Moreover,

  this lady might not be familiar with the "acting method" and might not have fully digested the potion of Sequence 9. If she was promoted to Sequence 8 directly, she might lose control.

  Looking at Audrey on the side, Angel secretly wondered whether the other party had told her friends about the "acting method".

  ...

  After the four of them got familiar with each other, they talked about the interesting things that happened this week and some knowledge of mysticism. Angel also learned that the absent bounty hunter Hugh Dilcha was indeed a good friend of Fors, and the two even lived together, but the latter had something to do today and did not come to the party.

  Since he already knew the other party's potion sequence, Angel also told Fors his disguised "Fortune Teller" sequence, and showed off his tarot divination skills. Using the upright "Magician" card, he predicted that her recent luck would change for the better and her career would have a good start.

  Looking at Fors who was a little surprised, Angel guessed that his divination accuracy should be quite high.

  "Can you predict where to get the formula of the 'Master of Magic'?"

  The apprentice lady who tasted the sweetness asked curiously.

  "Divination requires sufficient information to succeed, and the people present don't know the channels to obtain the potion formula, so such divination will undoubtedly fail."

  Angel rejected this request without hesitation.

  Using the magic mirror to divine the location of the "Master of Magic" formula, the mirror might reflect her own face!

  After the short divination show, Viscount Glerint talked about the Roselle Memorial Exhibition held today. The exhibition was held by the Church of Steam and Machinery, and exhibited various invention manuscripts and relics of Emperor Roselle in the Kingdom Museum in the West District.

  There are even original manuscripts of the emperor and many original handicrafts. Even in the Kingdom of Loen, which once fought against Intis, where the emperor ruled, this "Caesar the Great" is very popular. It is said that the exhibition is unprecedentedly popular.

  "The exhibition is from 9 am to 6 pm, but Miss Audrey has fought for extra opening time after closing time. Only a small number of guests who have been approved can visit and appreciate the masterpieces of the emperor in a quiet and undisturbed environment."

  The viscount was quite boastful, but considering the atmosphere of this era, it was not strange for the nobles to show off their privileges.

  Angel was also curious about this exhibition. She just caught a glimpse of the smile on the corner of Miss "Justice" Audrey's mouth, and the latter made an invitation.

  "Ms. Irene, Ms. Fors, are you interested in Roselle's exhibition?"

  "Sorry, Miss Audrey, I have other things to do with Hugh tonight."

  This "apprentice" lady didn't look like someone who would like to participate in such activities...

  Angel was also ready to refuse, but then he thought that he might be able to watch the emperor's diary up close, and maybe he could write down part of it at the Tarot Club...

  Alas, I haven't participated in the Tarot Club for a long time.

  Feeling a little depressed suddenly, Angel looked up at Miss Justice of the Tarot Club, and nodded at the expectation in her emerald eyes.

  "Thank you, Miss Audrey, I'm willing to participate."

  ...

  An hour later, looking at the flush toilet left by the time traveler Emperor Roselle, which was shining with golden light and carved with intricate patterns, and listening to the exaggerated praise of the guide, Angel began to regret it.

  (End of this chapter)

  Chapter 229 The Mysterious Lady

  "This is the first flush toilet in the modern sense. The sewer system that goes with it, together with the sanitation movement advocated by Emperor Roselle, saved the streets of Trier, the capital of Intis, from being filled with...dirty things." The

  female guide, surrounded by the children of the nobility, was in high spirits and introduced it aloud. She seemed to want to say something less elegant, but she changed her words in the end.

  "This is simply the glory of human civilization..."

  Audrey Hall, dressed in a gorgeous outfit, walked forward curiously, looking through the glass at the nearly 200-year-old flush toilet, and then asked the guide next to her:

  "Can I touch it? Is it still working properly?"

  Perhaps he encountered a problem that he would not encounter in normal exhibitions, and the guide looked at a middle-aged man behind the audience in embarrassment. The latter was wearing a windbreaker, his hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a monocle, looking more like a professor than a security guard.

  Seeing the man nod in agreement, the guide instructed the security guard to open the glass wall.

  Audrey reached out her hand curiously and tried to press the flush button. Of course, the exhibits here were not connected to the water pipes. There was a "creak" sound from the inside of the water tank, and then there was no movement.

  Imagining the "gurgling" sound of water flowing in the toilet, Angel turned his eyes away from the curious baby and looked at other places in the exhibition hall.

  The avant-garde daily clothes that the emperor had worn, the velvet quilts that had been covered, and the gold-inlaid wine glasses that had been used, one by one, sparkled under the light focused by the lens, telling the glorious and luxurious life of this time traveler.

  Feeling a gaze looking at her, Angel retracted her gaze and turned her head to find that the security guard wearing a monocle was looking at her with undisguised caution.

  What did he see? Did he know that I was a Beyonder, or did he think that I was out of tune with these nobles?

  She subconsciously touched the frenzy ring, and after finding that she was not exposed, she looked at Audrey who was stroking the quilt used by Roselle.

  She is not usually so lively and innocent. Well... Actually, I have only seen her twice, but she would not be like this at the Tarot Club. Is it because of her worship of Emperor Roselle, or is she pretending for another purpose?

  Following the nobles, surrounded by security personnel and guides, she came to another exhibition hall. The theme here was "Warm Roselle". The exhibits were all handmade products made by the emperor, as well as items designed and improved for his lovers, lovers and children.

  Angel saw several chess games that existed on Earth, children's books with colorful comic styles, and even assembly toys that imitated Lego and were made of cork, but because of the lack of precision, they could only be enlarged in size.

  Even though she had long known that this senior traverser had plagiarized and imitated without scruples, she felt helpless about his audacity when she saw these familiar items.

  "These are childhood toys designed by the emperor for his three children, but due to the high cost of production, no craftsman has been able to popularize them until now, two hundred years later."

  After the guide finished speaking, he turned to several nobles and Angel and asked with a smile:

  "Question, what are the names of the three children of the emperor Roselle?"

  "I know," Audrey raised her hand excitedly like a student, causing several companions beside her, including Grallint, to laugh kindly, "From oldest to youngest, they are the eldest daughter Bernadette, the eldest son Charles, and the second son Bonois."

  "That's right, Miss Hall, please pick up a souvenir at the entrance later."

  After the interlude, everyone came to the third exhibition hall, where precious original manuscripts were exhibited, including some laws promulgated during the reign of the emperor, government documents with other officials, and a notebook that made archaeologists and historians scratch their heads.

  This is the diary that Mr. Fool asked everyone to find!

  Seeing the Chinese written on the two pages that were spread out, Angel confirmed this.

  Moreover, this was an original manuscript that had not been copied. The text was arranged neatly in rows and the size was consistent. The content of the two pages was probably more than the four or five pages that were circulated outside.

  "It is said that these are mysterious symbols created by Roselle, recording the most unknown secrets," Audrey murmured, looking at Angel beside her, "Miss Irene, do you think anyone in this world can decipher these notes?"

  After that, she moved over purposefully and urged the security guard to open the glass cabinet with a sincere look as before, so that he could read the diary.   

  This confirmed one thing for Angel. Audrey was not as lively as usual. She was probably just trying to get her request approved at this moment. It seemed that her purpose of visiting the Great Emperor Memorial Exhibition was not just to appreciate and satisfy her curiosity.

  The "audience" was really amazing. Under her performance, even if the diary had not been specially treated and the paper could not be exposed to the air for a long time, they would probably agree to Audrey's request to watch it...

  Angel watched Audrey's sincere performance and glanced at the big golden retriever that had been following everyone. He suddenly remembered the question that Miss "Justice" had asked at the Tarot Club: What should I do if a dog eats the "audience" potion and becomes an extraordinary dog?

  Could it be that this dog...

  "Woo woof?"

  The dog also looked at Angel curiously.

  The barking woke Audrey, who was immersed in the diary. She put the diary back with an apology and asked the security personnel to close the glass box again. The group moved again and walked to the other end of the exhibition hall.

  Angel hurried to the side of the booth, looked at the diary that had been restored to its original state, and tried to write down the words on it.

  Even if it was just a little bit, it could make up one or two pages...

  After a while, this memory of ideograms made her feel dizzy, and she quickly gave up the idea. Unless she was in a quiet place and meditated, it would be too inefficient.

  Sighing, she looked up and was surprised to find that the others had left the exhibition hall and went to another direction. The entire hall was empty, with only the lights shining on the exhibits and the slightly dark corridors.

  Angel chose a direction based on her memory of the crowd's voices. After walking a few steps, she found something wrong. The entire museum was too quiet, as if the nobles who were talking about it just now, the staff who were explaining it naggingly, and the man with glasses who looked at her from time to time were all playing a prank on her, so they closed their mouths and hid in a corner.

  Or was it that the "Master Key" had a negative effect and made me lost? But I didn't even take a few steps...

  Looking back, the diary exhibition stand was just a few meters away, and I didn't move at all.

  She felt a little uneasy, and felt the secret holy emblem on her right wrist seemed to be emitting a cold touch, but it seemed to be suppressed by something and only stayed near her right hand.

  Because she was wearing a skirt, she only tied the dagger and the magic wand to her thigh under the skirt, and did not carry a gun. Although she resisted pulling out the dagger, she had already touched the magic pocket watch in her pocket, and took out the "master key" with her other hand, ready to choose a wall and leave the exhibition hall first.

  "Don't be afraid, this is still in the memorial hall, but they can't see you, and you can't see them."

  A soft but emotionless voice came from behind Angel. She turned around instantly, mobilized her spirituality, and was about to summon black flames and frost to protect herself.

  "Bang--"

  The curse flame that had just appeared was extinguished instantly, and a lady of similar height to her appeared in front of her, holding up a finger, as if she used it to extinguish the surrounding black flames.

  The lady had long chestnut hair that reached her waist, and her perfectly proportioned figure was hidden under the light brown knee-length skirt, but she was wearing a pair of beige trousers that were easy to move in, and black boots that almost reached her knees.

  This mix-and-match style almost made Angel dream back to Earth, seeing the models in those fashion magazines, so that she was stunned for a second before reacting, and was about to press the "magic pocket watch" in her hand. "

  If you press it, how are you going to cry and face those terrifying flames later?"

  The chestnut-haired lady stopped her action with one sentence, then took a few steps closer, looked at Angel's fingers, pockets, and finally her eyes fell on her right wrist.

  "You can actually sense my arrangement in advance," she looked at the "secret holy emblem" that was emitting a cold touch, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Are you the favored one of the night?"

  (End of this chapter)

  Chapter 230 Bernadette,

  the Favored One of the Night? Is she referring to the Goddess of Night?

  "Favored One" in the sense of mysticism is more than just the meaning of the word itself. It means that the gods have set their sights on this person and have a special concern for him. Anyone who has any ill will towards the Favored One of the Gods needs to be cautious because they may be punished by the gods.

  For example, His Holiness the Pope of the Church of Night is the Favored One of the Night.

  The other Favored One, Angel had met before, was Arianna, who gave her the "Secret Holy Emblem".

  Could it be that this lady saw the Holy Emblem and mistook me for someone else?

  After thinking about it, she finally shook her head and denied the other party's words: "No, I'm just an ordinary believer. This 'secret holy emblem' was given by someone else."

  "Maybe so," the chestnut-haired lady did not continue to ask, but changed the subject, "Then why did you hide your identity and come to Roselle's memorial exhibition?"

  She emphasized her tone, and the emotionless tone seemed to be mixed with some emotions: "I saw you stop in front of his diary."

  "Can you understand those words?"

  As she asked, Angel seemed to hear a few babies crying, they seemed to come from outside the museum, illusory, but attracted her attention.

  The temperature around was dropping, and the avant-garde lady's eyes seemed to be real, pressing on her, making her breathless.

  Diary, she also knew that Emperor Roselle's notes were actually diaries? This is the secret I learned at Mr. Fool's Tarot Club. The diary written in Chinese by the time traveler Roselle should not be understood by anyone in this world...

  Under the heavy pressure, Angel only persisted for a few seconds before giving up resistance, closing her eyes and answering:

  "No, I can't understand them, but there is someone who can understand them. He is collecting these 'diaries'."

  The pressure created by the emotionless gaze and the cry of the mysterious baby disappeared instantly. She took a breath and raised her waist that had been bent at some point. She looked at the chestnut-haired woman who was nearly as tall as her. The latter was staring at Roselle's diary in the display cabinet, as if the terrifying sight she had just cast was just Angel's illusion.

  "Who is He? Did He instruct you to come here to collect diaries this time?"

  After a long time, the woman spoke again.

  "Fool, He calls himself Fool. I am not here to collect the Emperor's diary. I am just here to accompany my friends to see the exhibition of Emperor Roselle. They are all ordinary occult enthusiasts."

  She was now extremely certain that this beautiful lady with strange clothes was a high-sequence Beyonder, and might even be an official Beyonder arranged by the Steam and Mechanical Church that held the exhibition to "fish" here, so she did not dare to hide anything.

  "Fool..." The woman murmured and repeated, "Very good, I know."

  She looked at the brass key in Angel's hand again.

  "This key contains a dangerous curse, try not to use it."

  After saying that, the lady no longer looked at her, but turned around and continued to walk slowly between Roselle's exhibits, like an ordinary tourist, looking at the things she was interested in one by one.

  And Angel's ears began to ring with familiar voices, that was Audrey's exclamation and the barking of a golden retriever. Am

  I back to a normal museum?

  She knew in her heart that this mysterious lady was about to "leave".

  "Who are you? Why are you looking for someone who can read the diary?"

  Seeing the chestnut-haired woman disappearing, she couldn't hide her curiosity and asked in a low voice.

  The movements of the nobles and security personnel became clearer, and the woman in front of her was about to disappear.

  "Bernadette."

  Just when Angel thought that the other party would not answer, a gentle voice with only a hint of emotion came to his ear.

  ...   

  After the commotion caused by Audrey's golden retriever ended, Angel accompanied several nobles to visit the remaining exhibition areas. With the security personnel's relieved farewell, they left the museum and returned to the streets at night. The

  psychological pressure caused by the High-Sequence Beyonder who called herself "Bernadette" continued to exist, so that she was always lacking interest in the second half of the tour. Even receiving the "pharmacist" formula reward from Viscount Grallint did not make her recover.

  Of course, after quietly opening the envelope on the return carriage and finding that there was a full 400 pounds in it, the joy of the extra harvest still diluted the worry. Not to mention that Grallint also invited Angel to attend this small mystic gathering frequently, so that she could get rid of the cost of buying new clothes for attending the salon, which saved her not-so-abundant wallet.

  By hiring a carriage and taking the subway to the East District, after getting lost several times, Angel finally came to her safe house.

  She was worried about being tracked by the mysterious Bernadette, and she didn't even dare to go back to Red Rose Street directly, but decided to sleep in the safe house for one night.

  Looking at the brass key that had made him lose his way many times and was even evaluated by a high-sequence Beyonder as "dangerously cursed", Angel once again doubted his choice.

  Did Father Utravsky have some bad intentions in giving this key as a reward? But the other party's pious appearance and his desperate attitude to completely cut off from his past self did not seem fake, that is, even he himself did not know the hidden dangers of the "master key"?

  Playing with the brass key in his hand that was no different from an ordinary key, Angel recalled the meeting with "Bernadette" in the museum tonight.

  The other party's methods and the powerful oppression clearly showed that he was a high-sequence Beyonder. Considering that Emperor Roselle was a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery and the exhibition was also held by the church, the lady was likely a member of the Mechanical Heart.

  And her name was Bernadette, the same name as Roselle's eldest daughter. Could it be...

  Angel thought that the strong people of the high sequence would have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, and he suspected that the chestnut-haired and avant-garde-dressed "Bernadette" was the eldest daughter of Roselle, Bernadette Gustave, mentioned by the tour guide in the exhibition.

  But why did she isolate me in an unknown space to question me at her father's memorial exhibition, and then let me go without saying a few words?

  Was it just to ask about the diary, or did she see the secret holy emblem on my hand and thought I was the goddess's favored one, and just said hello to me?

  And according to the time when Roselle's children were born, she should be... close to 200 years old?

  Feeling a little numb on her scalp, Angel didn't dare to think about it anymore.

  Originally, Angel planned to use the magic mirror to try to divine the true identity of "Bernadette", but the more she analyzed, the more she didn't dare to do the divination. The other party was a high-sequence strongman, and it would be difficult for her, a Sequence 7, to divine any useful information, but it would be easy for the other party to discover it.

  Sequence 6 "Pleasure Witch" Ms. Laura just offended a strong man, and now she doesn't even dare to use the magic mirror for divination. I'd better not take the risk...

  But in addition to this chestnut-haired lady, there is another thing that needs divination.

  Putting the "Master Key" under the magic mirror, Angel stroked the mirror and silently recited the divination:

  "Magic mirror, magic mirror, tell me the origin of this key."

  The magic mirror rippled like the surface of water, and a little scarlet flashed inside, and a hint of black flashed, and finally stopped at the scene in a house.

  A young man in a black robe stood in front of a long table filled with iron pots, glass jars, and notes, holding a bottle of potion in his hand, and murmured solemnly:

  "Ancestors, I am about to embark on the extraordinary road, and I will reproduce the glory of the Abraham family!"

  He raised his head and raised his hands, and drank the potion. The muscles on his face twisted and revealed a painful expression.

  But then, he was out of the normal performance after taking the magic potion, screaming and falling to the ground, struggling constantly, scratching his chest constantly, and finally strangled his neck.

  With a loud bang, the man, whose flesh was almost torn apart and turned into a monster covered in blood, exploded with a bang, and the flesh and blood were scattered all over the room. Each piece of flesh and blood seemed to have its own thoughts, constantly climbing outward, leaving traces of corrosion.

  But the room had no windows and the door was tightly closed. In the end, these pieces of flesh and blood were unable to leave, but returned to silence.

  Looking at this extremely bloody scene, Angel felt familiar. This was similar to the scene when she first woke up in this world. Obviously, this man who claimed to revive the "Abraham Family" immediately lost control after taking the potion. The

  picture in the mirror still remained in a messy house. Points of light condensed and finally turned into a brass key with a simple appearance.

  (End of this chapter)