The day after she officially returned to Tarot Club, Angel got up early. It was already the end of October. The early winter morning was a little chilly, but the smoldering fireplace brought warmth to the entire living room, allowing her to prepare her own breakfast in thin clothes.
When she was imitating Cooking Master's technique of tilting the pan to flip the omelette, the sudden burning sensation in her waist made her arms shake. The omelette fell on the edge of the pan, was cut off by the slightly sharp edge, and the outer half fell on the stove.
Without caring about cleaning up, Angel touched the hot spot and took out the occult stand she always carried with her, made from her own hair and blood. The appearance of the human-shaped hair did not change, but Angel, who had a close connection with it, knew that some kind of curse had been directed to the stand, and the stand had warned her.
The only ones who can curse her like this are Sevillea Landon, Demoness of Pleasure of the Demoness Sect who preserve her blood, her "online".
But this is different from that fatal curse. It can't even make the avatar burn or change color. Angel guessed that without this avatar, letting the curse directly affect her body would only cause her chest pain for a moment.
"A non-fatal curse early in the morning. Is it a warning? Or is it some kind of bad taste?"
She threw half of the ash-stained omelette into the trash can, put the other half into the bread with the bacon, and added a cup of coffee as a simple breakfast. While eating, she thought about the reason for this.
"Perhaps it was some kind of emergency notification? She guessed that I would think of her after the pain, and then go to her to ask?"
Remembering that he really should go to Sevillea's home to "meet regularly", Angel confirmed the other party's purpose and let go of his worries.
Even though she already had a way to deal with the curse, she still didn't want to break up with the Demoness Sect.
After hastily finishing breakfast, she packed up the kitchen and headed to Baron Landon's Residence at West Borough.
"You're very smart. You arrived here within an hour after I issued the curse."
Sevillea sat in Reception Room, enjoying the seemingly endless refreshments, and said with a faint smile on his face.
"I thought you had something urgent to do, but I didn't expect you were enjoying 'morning tea' here."
Angel said with a dark face, took a piece of delicate pastry and took a hard bite, as if biting Demoness of Pleasure in front of him, and then swallowed it in relief, but almost choked himself.
Loen Kingdom does not have a so-called morning tea culture, but looking at Sevillea's situation, there is probably an uninterrupted supply of refreshments from morning to night, which makes Angel quite jealous, and she can't help but wonder how much income the Baron Landon industry she inherited makes every year.
"Of course I came here to tell you something important," Sevillea picked up the tea cup and smelled the tea, but did not drink it. Instead, he said slowly, "If you are willing to hand over your address, I certainly don't need to contact you in such a dangerous way."
"Thank you, no need."
Angel squeezed out a smile and rejected the other party's request. He went to great lengths to prepare a safe house and used a variety of Anti-Divination methods. Wasn't it just to give himself a home where he could sleep peacefully?
As if he had expected it, Sevillea did not delve into this topic, but got down to business.
"There are two important things. First, Miss Audrey Hall invites you to attend their small party at Viscount Glaint's house. I have agreed on your behalf, and it will be tomorrow afternoon; second, you are already a formal member of the Demoness Sect, and it is time to have your own subordinates."
Subordinate? I'm afraid it's a monitor, right?
Angel thought a little darkly.
"Assassin, or Instigator? It can't be Witch like me, right?"
"Of course it's Sequence 9. He has just passed the test and obtained Potion. He needs a mentor in mysticism. If you have a target that is inconvenient to start with, you can also try to let him "solve" it. This is how the sect continues to grow through the old bringing up the new. I was like this, and so are you."
Sevillea's tone seemed to be talking about some academic "teacher and student" matters, but Angel knew that the so-called "test" was probably to ask the other party to kill someone, maybe a gang leader, maybe just an ordinary person who had offended Demoness Sect, so as to judge whether he had the value for further training based on the other person's completion speed, killing methods and psychological endurance.
This is how Cole Granger was led into the abyss step by step by Madam Sharon.
It's a pity that I don't have the right to refuse...
She nodded, agreeing to the matter. Sevillea did not immediately ask Angel to meet the new assassin, and she was happy to delay it for a while.
Maybe the other party will forget about it after a while...
Xio Derecha carefully hid the dagger under his clothes, put on a cloak with a cloak, and prepared to leave home and go to a certain Beyonder party in East Borough.
Although she was dissatisfied with the attitude of that "Golden Mask", for the sake of her "Sheriff" Potion, she still had to investigate who had come into contact with the dead human trafficker Capim, and whether anyone sold special materials at the Beyonder party that can be directly blended into "Sheriff", "Interrogator" and Potion.
She didn't want Fors to participate in this kind of thing, because it was almost a hopeless task. Over the past week, she had searched for connections and attended different parties, but found nothing.
When it was time to go out, Fors returned to her residence with a smile on her face. When she saw Xio was about to leave, she simply said hello and then walked to her room.
"Fors, what good thing happened to you again? Did you find the subject of the new novel?"
she asked casually.
"No, I have already determined the subject of the novel, and it is not worthy of my joy. But I got the news yesterday that someone is selling the 'Trickmaster' formula I need. It only costs 450 pounds, and the price was not increased because of my anxiety."
Fors answered with a smile. She had just come back from the bank, withdrew half of her savings, and was about to return to the bedroom, dedicate the money to Fool through the Sacrifice Ritual she learned in Tarot Club, and conduct transactions with the "Empress" Miss.
In my novel, this kind of "sacrifice" is all made by burning...
She muttered rather disrespectfully in her heart. Seeing that her friend had already called Door Opening and was about to leave, she quickly asked:
"Where are you going again?"
"The mission I mentioned last time, oh, I didn't expect to get the formula of 'Sheriff' and have to run around for its ingredients. I will be very busy these days, so you don't have to wait for me while eating."
Xio put on his hood, as if his whole body was trapped in the cloak, then walked out of the room and closed the door with a bang from the outside.
"... I'm going to ask her to attend Miss Audrey's party tomorrow, but it looks like she will be absent again."
Looking at the other party's hurried figure, Fors murmured, then remembered his own business, returned to the bedroom, locked the door, closed the curtains, found a hooded robe that was rarely worn, changed into it, and hid his face, and then set up Ritual Magic to communicate with Fool.
After some operations, she watched helplessly as her 450 pounds of cash disappeared into the Illusory Door in the fog, and then an image appeared in her mind. A tall woman, also wearing a hood, recited the formula of Potion. Fors listened carefully and tried to memorize it, but found that she did not need to do this at all. This content had been imprinted deep in her memory.
This is the power of Mr. Fool!
She happily canceled the ceremony, lifted Wall of Spirituality, rushed to the desk, and recorded the formula in her mind with pen and paper to avoid forgetting it and trouble "Empress" Miss to convey it again.
"Spirit Eater's Stomach...Deep Sea Spearfish's blood..."
Reciting the main content of "Trickmaster", the smile on her face became more obvious, and she walked back and forth in the small bedroom, overwhelmed with joy.
It has been several years since she went to various Beyonder gatherings of Backlund and asked many Beyonders she met. The formula that she has never been able to obtain was actually easily purchased just half a month after joining the mysterious Tarot Club.
"Our Tarot Club is really awesome!"
She almost forgot the fear of being dragged into Grey Fog Space when she recited Fool Honorific Name, and silently praised Mr. Fool in her heart.