If possible, Angel would like to try letting a beam of light shuttle back and forth between two mirrors to see what effect it would produce. Unfortunately, there was only the soft but unfocused light of the gas lamp in the room, so her experimental plan was aborted.
"Maybe with this kind of experiment, I can get an admission certificate from Backlund's university."
She smiled self-deprecatingly, watching the scene in the mirror slowly disappear, and the potions applied on it also disappeared as if evaporated, leaving the smooth mirror surface reflecting the normal shadow of the room.
Thinking of college, Angel thought of Lily Granger and the threatening letters she had received. Unfortunately, Detective had only stayed there for less than 24 hours, so there shouldn't be any gains. She rushed there to no avail.
After gathering her mood, she took the three bottles of Communication Potion and the book "Secret Book" that she had copied in advance, took a hired carriage to Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough, and rang the doorbell of the two-story house at No. 15.
Today, she imitated Ms. Lola and wore a long skirt that went as low as her ankles, a thick shawl, and a soft hat with fine mesh hanging on her head, trying to get used to this complicated Backlund fashion.
As soon as she went out, she realized that many women on the street were dressed like this. With the "Madness Ring" effect, she could instantly blend into the crowd, even better than a hooded cloak.
Jingle bell——
Not long after the crisp bell rang, the door was opened. Sherlock Moriarty, who was wearing a gray sweater, was blown by the cold wind outside the door and swallowed back his welcome words.
I have been here many times, and since the other person is the Fool's Believer, Angel naturally feels a certain affinity with him, so he did not hesitate and sat down directly on the single sofa next to the window.
Taking off his soft hat and putting it aside, Angel returned "Secret Book" to Detective, who had already entered the depth of winter and was wearing a shirt and a sweater indoors. The latter went upstairs to put it away, then returned to the living room, added a few pieces of charcoal to the fireplace, and sat down opposite Angel.
"You today..."
"That Master Key..."
The two spoke at the same time, then stopped at the same time, waiting for the other to speak first, and a brief silence fell in the corner of the room.
"Ahem, I tried divination Master Key," Sherlock finally spoke first. He took out the brass key from his pocket and put it on the table, "It does contain something far higher than himself Sequence The curse may be a murmur issued by a certain High Sequence being. Combined with what happened to the owner of the notebook you described before his death, I judge that this is a cry from an ancient member of the Abraham Family to his descendants."
"The following are all my guesses, and they may not be correct. His shout will have an effect on those who become Beyonder among the descendants of the Abraham Family, causing their Spirituality to become unstable. This effect is strongest during the full moon, especially during Blood Moon, which can easily cause the Abrahams to lose control or even die directly."
Angel nodded clearly. "So the person who was planning to make Abraham Family great again just lost control and died on the spot because he took Potion on the night of the full moon?"
"It should be so. This is the result I analyzed based on the divination results, the contents of the notes and your narrative. There is no guarantee that it is correct."
Although he said this, Sherlock looked confident, obviously believing in his analysis results.
This is consistent with Angel's original analysis, but she did not figure out the source of the curse on Master Key. She did not expect that this descendant of Abraham was killed by some strange ravings of his ancestors. This is simply...
"This is simply because he wants his Abraham Family to be extinct... Is he a traitor to this family, or does he have some kind of long-term hatred for all Abraham, so he keeps issuing curses, making it almost impossible for the Abraham Family's Beyonder to survive for a long time?"
Angel asked with a frown.
"Hate? No, those terrifying words he said were actually just calls for help. He might be asking for help from his descendants, but the difference in personality between the two was so great that the calls became deadly in the ears of the descendants, and instead killed them..."
Sherlock The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to smile, but finally gave up.
"In addition, you'd better not take this 'Master Key' with you on a full moon night. You can seal it with Wall of Spirituality or a container that can isolate Spirituality. It's best to sell it and get rid of it once and for all."
"Wall of Spirituality? If it is sealed in the room, how can I get out of Wall of Spirituality?"
Angel asked in reply, looking at the brass key on the table as if looking at a time bomb - after listening to Sherlock's analysis of the curse, she no longer wanted to use this Mystical Item.
"You can use Wall of Spirituality to seal small containers, just like sealing an altar, except you are outside, not inside... Wait, this method is written in "Secret Book", haven't you already read it?"
I just finished copying it and haven't had time to read the rest of it...
Angel blushed a little. She took the brass key, sealed a bullet box with a simplified ceremony in front of Sherlock, and sealed the brass key inside. Although this will be a little more troublesome when using it, it can always avoid the negative effects of this Mystical Item.
After solving this biggest problem, Angel's frustration with the disillusionment of his dream of being a "master of the occult" also eased a lot. The two continued to share some recent experiences and expressed their feelings towards "Fool" After Honorific Name was worried about being known to outsiders, Angel saw that the time was almost up, so he took out the largest bottle of the three bottles of Communication Potion and handed it to Sherlock.
"What is this? It looks like concentrated Healing Potion..."
Holding the bottle and observing it at the light, Sherlock asked doubtfully.
"A potion for communication, not the kind you take, but..."
Angel told Sherlock how to use the medicine.
"I will carry a mirror coated with medicine so that you can contact me at any time, but it is best to use it sparingly. Although the material is not expensive, after all, well, it is made with my blood."
After hesitating and hesitating, Angel finally told the other party the raw materials of the potion, preventing him from wasting it pointlessly.
Sherlock took the vial and carefully studied the viscous liquid inside, as if studying a piece of Mystical Item, then carefully put it into his pocket and asked, "Is it only one-way communication? For example, I will also apply a mirror in advance, and then you can call... cough, contact me at any time?"
"Unfortunately, unless you have two sets of potions, it is best to keep only one mirror active at all times. Otherwise, if others apply the potion to find me, they may be connected to your mirror."
"Others? Who are they?"
He raised his eyebrows, Sherlock's brown eyes showing undisguised doubts.
Angel took out the other two bottles, shook them in front of him, and replied, "Yes, I will send these two bottles to a friend later, um, a female friend, and Beyonder, who is working under me."
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that Sherlock's body, which had been sitting upright just now, relaxed.
"Well, that's good... No, I mean, I'm just about to go out for a trip, to Saint George Borough. I invested in a new invention and it's reached a critical moment. I might be able to make a lot of money. I have to go and see..."
He spoke incoherently and stood up first.
Angel was also about to leave, so he nodded and stood up, but he became slightly interested in the new invention Sherlock said and asked curiously:
"New invention? Is it your own idea?"
"No, I can only be regarded as an investor, but I did give some small suggestions. Most of them are Mr. Leopard's own ideas and Emperor Roselle's..." At this point, Sherlock sounded a little frustrated. "A two-wheeled, single-person vehicle powered by feet. I'm going to call it a bicycle."
It sounds like a bicycle, but Emperor Roselle has indeed "invented" it, or at least left some manuscripts...
Angel feels the same frustration as Sherlock. Many of her novel ideas were suppressed by this time traveler from two hundred years ago. She only regrets that she did not come to this world three hundred years earlier to make contributions.
Fortunately, according to what Sherlock said, he and Leppard are improving the preliminary design of Roselle. They may soon be able to produce a product that balances convenience and price. Either produce it yourself or sell the patent, and you can gain a lot of money.
After expressing her congratulations to him in advance, Angel and Sherlock left 15 Minsk Street one after another. She had to give away another two bottles of Communication Potion during the day today, so time was tight.
After giving the medicine to "Justice" Audrey at Empress Borough's Earl Hall family villa, Angel came to East Borough without stopping. The biggest impact of this journey all over Backlund was that two more "unlucky" drivers needed to repair their axles or wheels. Although Angel gave them corresponding compensation, they still felt a little guilty.
"Compared to my 'Bloodthirst', the negative effect of this 'Good Luck' revolver is too strong. Could it be that the Beyonder Characteristic it uses, and the Calamity Priest of the 'monster' Pathway, actually have the ability to attract Calamity and affect other people nearby?"
Holding the wallet that was bleeding again, Angel came to Sherman's house in frustration. It was already dusk, and the lights were not turned on on the second floor where Sherman lived. However, the other party was an assassin and could be seen without turning on the lights, so Angel went up and knocked on the door. After a while, he discovered that the new assassin was indeed not at home.
After a simple divination, Angel quickly found Sherman in a nearby bar. He was talking to another teenager who looked underage at the bar. His back looked a bit like a woman. He was thin and moved softly. At first glance, Angel didn't even recognize him. It wasn't until he went around to the other side and saw the other person's neutral face that he was able to confirm.
Seeing Angel approaching, he hurriedly said a few words to the boy, quickly walked out of the bar, walked through the street full of homeless people under the guidance of the former, and entered an alley opposite.