Backlund Cherwood Borough, 15 Minsk Street.
Klein, whose pseudonym is Sherlock Moriarty, used Saint Night Powder to arrange Wall of Spirituality, took a deep breath, walked four steps backward, and arrived at the ancient palace above Gray Fog.
Although he had confirmed it countless times, he still couldn't help but cast his eyes on the starry sky deep in Gray Fog.
Three crimson stars are hanging in the sky, one of which flashes regularly. That is Mr. "Sun" who is waiting for a response.
Alas, what am I still expecting...
Klein blinked quickly, calmed down, extended Spirituality, and explored the star representing "Sun".
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, and everyone..."
Miss Justice greeted everyone first, but she immediately discovered that the high-backed chair next to "Empress" Miss was still empty.
Hanged Man and Sun opposite her also cast doubtful glances, and then they all looked at Mr. Fool at the top of the long table.
"Miss Empress... She asked me for leave and will not participate in Tarot Club for the next few weeks."
Klein felt the eyes of everyone and answered in advance before anyone asked.
He wanted to say "Empress" and left Tarot Club for some reason, but when the words came to his lips, it turned into "asking for leave."
Looking at the unmanned high-backed chair belonging to Angel, Klein sighed secretly.
"You guys go ahead."
"Yes, Mr. Fool."
The remaining three participants responded in unison.
It's strange that Miss Empress is absent from Tarot Club, but Mr. Fool didn't even announce the specific time of her leave. Did something happen to her?
Hanged Man Alger Wilson looked at the high-backed chair next to Justice, with thoughts swirling in his heart.
It seems that I have to send someone to Tingen City to inquire about Hagg of "Wild Heart". Out of respect for her privacy, I did not ask her for the fake identity information before, but now the situation is different. If something happens to Miss Empress, Tarot Club may be exposed to outsiders...
He suddenly felt Mr. Fool's eyes turned towards him.
"Mr. Fool, thank you for sending your loved ones to help me get rid of Qilingus. I have left Backlund and returned to the sea. Next week I will bring you all the Roselle's Diary I can get."
Hanged Man immediately stood up, bent down to caress his chest, saluted Fool and said, but his back was already cold.
"It's just the principle of equivalent exchange."
Fool responded softly, looking away from Hanged Man.
Justice looked curiously at Hanged Man, who was obviously a little flustered, and then at Sun beside him, who seemed to have found nothing, and frowned slightly.
The most dull and depressing atmosphere Tarot Club began.
"Is it because of the explosion caused by the last use of 'Bloodthirst' to detonate 'Shattered Light Ray' that the mark on my right palm disappeared?"
Observing the palm of his right hand repeatedly under the light, Angel finally confirmed that every time he entered Tarot Club's Grey Fog Space, the mark on the palm that glowed with crimson light had disappeared without a trace.
Perhaps for this reason, the contact between the mysterious Mr. Fool and herself has been interrupted, so when Tarot Club was held, she was no longer among the participants.
"I don't know if all this is good or bad..."
Angel murmured.
There is no doubt that the other members of Mr. Fool and Tarot Club have been of great help to her in the field of occultism. From the channel for creating false identities after time travel, to the exchange of occult knowledge and secret information from around the world, and even the promotion of Beyonder Ingredients to Sequence 7, some of them came from Miss Justice of Tarot Club.
However, the risks of being continuously followed by a high-ranking being of unknown origin are also very high. Old Neil accidentally came into contact with "Hidden Sage" and learned taboo knowledge, resulting in loss of control and death.
Although Mr. Fool convened Tarot Club as if it was just "an attempt" and never showed any malice towards the participants, this pressure has always existed in Angel's heart, and she believed that other participants had the same feeling.
"Perhaps if I chant Honorific Name of Fool and pray to Him, I can still add 'Tarot Club'?"
She looked at her right hand hesitantly, but out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of the Evernight Goddess holy emblem hanging on the citrine pendant.
By the way, I am now under the protection of "Hidden Holy Emblem"...
After careful consideration, Angel still gave up praying to Fool at this time.
If the effect of this holy emblem is accidentally destroyed, not to mention that it will be an impossible task to sneak into the Demoness Sect. Even his current whereabouts may be noticed. The best result is to escape from Backlund in embarrassment.
I can only wait until I join Demoness Sect and get rid of the identity crisis, and then find an opportunity to chant the name of Mr. Fool...
Angel sighed, stood up from the sofa, and looked out the window at the gradually dimming sky.
The cauldron on the stove was bubbling, and the crimson liquid gradually concentrated and became thick.
Angel put down the two "Slumber Charm" that he had made, removed Wall of Spirituality, came to the steaming pot, and smelled the smell coming from the pot, which gradually changed from a foul smell to a strong smell of blood.
It wasn't until the entire pot of liquid medicine boiled with her blood turned into a plaster stuck to the bottom of the pot that Angel was satisfied to dig it out with a spoon and pour it into an opaque glass bottle for storage.
After filling two glass bottles, she evenly applied the remaining plaster on a palm-sized portable mirror, painted the smooth mirror surface deep red, and poured Spirituality into it.
The plaster seemed to come alive, quickly seeping into the dressing mirror, allowing the mirror to reflect her beautiful face again.
Magic Mirror, who established a mystical connection with her, was completed in this way.
The Magic Mirror, which had both divination and life-saving functions, was stored close to his body, and the two "Slumber Charm" were placed together with the spare ammunition. Angel extinguished the fire, packed up the tools in the basement, and returned to the living room on the first floor.
It was already late at night the next day. She visited the surrounding Herbal Shop and jewelry stores during the day and purchased all the materials needed to make the Spirituality plaster. She also purchased additional plant powders and essential oils needed for some rituals, as well as silver flakes needed to make Charm, which cost her a full 10 pounds.
Adding in the half-year rent paid in advance, the food expenses for the past two days, and the cost of buying clothes and daily necessities, she had only 15 pounds left of the 48 pounds 15 soli she had when she came to Backlund.
If she doesn't find a new job soon, Angel will soon fall into destitution and have to use the reserve money she has in a bearer account at the bank.
"The 1,000 pounds... no, we have to get rid of the 350 pounds that need to be given to Miss Justice... The 650 pounds are what I plan to use to buy Sequence 6's Potion. I can't use it easily anyway. It seems that I can only find ways to make some money while looking for clues about 'Demoness Sect'."
As for how to find Demoness Sect, Angel already has some clues by recalling the memories of Cole Granger and some information revealed by Madam Sharon, but this is destined to be a long-term job, and first, she has to find a way to survive in this city.
Looking at the spacious and bright living room, she suddenly felt that she had spent a full 20 pounds to rent a two-story building, which was a bit luxurious.
"Maybe I should rent a one-bedroom apartment at East Borough or Docklands. Although the environment there is terrible, the cost of renting a house can be reduced by at least two-thirds..."
Heartbroken by the precious Gold Pound that flowed from her pocket into Mrs. Wallis's pocket, Angel took a hurried bath, returned to the master bedroom on the second floor and got into the warm bed.
"Kala, kala..."
The slight sound of metal collision and friction woke Angel from his light sleep.
At this time, the window was still shrouded in crimson moonlight.
She subconsciously put her hand under the pillow and grasped the revolver before fully waking up.
Listening carefully to the sounds downstairs, she made out the sound of a lock picking tool struggling with the lock.
"Spirituality didn't warn, and Magic Mirror didn't issue a warning. It seems that the other party is not Beyonder. Is it a thief who slipped in the door and picked the lock in the middle of the night?"
Unexpectedly, just two days after arriving at Backlund, I encountered a thief that I had not encountered at Tingen for two months.
Secretly feeling funny, Angel picked up the pistol, took out a "Slumber Charm", activated the ability of the assassin Shadow Lurking, and walked silently downstairs with bare feet.