Ignoring the burning sensation that came and went away just as quickly, Angel opened the door with a normal expression and walked directly into the basement in the darkness.
She didn't know whether Sevillea's "call" was urgent, so she didn't rush to West Borough immediately. Instead, she planned to make all preparations first, bring the Mystical Item she needed, pray for blessings from Mr. Fool, and then go to the appointment. If she could get a good sleep before then, she would not hesitate to praise this Demoness of Pleasure.
Of course, if the next curses came one after another, indicating that the other party wanted to arrive as soon as possible, then she would make other arrangements.
Fortunately, Angel took out all the Storm Convergence Bullet made these days and sorted them out. After placing the pieces of Mystical Item on the table, the second curse did not come.
"Then I can go the next morning..."
She murmured and looked at the items on the table, which would be an important guarantee for her survival the next day.
"Good Luck" revolver, equipped with homemade special bullets;
The "Sun Brooch" I just got from Sherlock, my own "Rose Necklace" and "Madness Ring";
Hidden Holy Emblem;
Beyonder Characteristic for "Faceless";
Finally, there is "Magician Pocket Watch" brought from Tingen.
Except for the pocket watch and the Hidden Holy Emblem, the rest were obtained during her few months in the Backlund. Although she lived a tight life in a big city during this period, she knew that this Mystical Item had exceeded all the Sealed Artifact owned by an entire official Beyonder team in many sub-dioceses, and it could be called a luxurious configuration.
Unfortunately, the enemies she will face cannot be defeated by an ordinary team...
With a secret sigh, Angel picked up the "Faceless" feature and began to prepare for tomorrow's meeting.
Early the next morning, Angel, who had not yet caught up on sleep, woke up with waves of burning sensation.
Taking out the hair stand that she carried with her, which was almost burned to ashes by a slight curse, she knew that Sevillea was impatient to wait.
After quickly washing up, Angel took the pieces of Mystical Item with him, checked the wand and Magic Mirror, put the bullets, pistols and Charm in a convenient place, then arranged a simple altar and offered prayers to Mr. Fool.
As Mystic Ritual takes effect, a "Angel" with twelve pairs of black wings on its back combines with Angel's Spirit Body in the deep Red Light light. Layers of black wings wrap her up and then merge into her body.
This "hug" was extra warm.
"Praise Mr. Fool!"
Angel expressed his heartfelt thanks, then packed up the altar and left his home.
"I thought you would come last night, and even prepared a room for you to spend the night. I didn't expect you to dare to delay it until this morning?"
In Baron Landon's Residence, Angel met a somewhat angry Demoness of Pleasure Sevillea, who had changed into a neutral outfit at this time. The casual clothes, different from the previous seductive posture, looked a bit heroic, reminding Angel of Madam Sharon who broke into Nighthawks's station to assassinate him.
"I was thinking that if you called me with a curse one more time, I would come over immediately, but you didn't do that until this morning."
Angel explained with a smile.
"You mean, it was actually me who was wrong?"
Surprised that Angel dared to refute directly, Sevillea raised his eyebrows, but did not continue to dwell on the topic. Instead, he took her to the back door of the mansion and got into an unmarked small carriage.
Angel discovered that the driver was not the driver of Baron's house, but a man wearing a hood and cloak. She guessed that this was also someone from the Demoness Sect, a peripheral member like Sherman.
When the carriage started to move, Sevillea pulled up the curtains on both sides, plunging the carriage into darkness. Then he stared at Angel and said softly:
"I believe you have guessed the reason why I summoned you, right?"
"Lady Despair returned to Backlund?"
Angel already knew this, but still pretended to be a little worried and asked cautiously.
"It seems that you still have a corresponding Wisdom for such an important matter." It seemed that because Angel did not arrive in time last night, there was always an inexplicable emotion in Sevillea's words. "When you meet that lady, I believe you will know what to say and what not to say."
What "shouldn't be said" means using the public for personal gain, taking advantage of the opportunity to detect Atmospheric Pollution Investigation Committee's target to give his own property a free ride, or whether he happily mingles in aristocratic dinners and often disappears for several days?
Angel cursed and nodded to express his understanding.
Seeing Sevillea leaning back with satisfaction and seeming ready to close her eyes to rest, she couldn't help but ask:
"So, where will we meet?"
"Relax, there is still a long way to go. We will go to the eastern suburbs of Backlund."
Squinting his eyes, Sevillea said slowly.
"Sorry, Your Highness Prince, after many days of visits, divination and Spirit Channeling, I have not found the possibility other than heart disease. Perhaps Talim really just died of a sudden illness, rather than... some unknowable problem."
Klein said in a deliberately slow tone. When he came to the Red Rose Manor in the western suburbs, he deliberately put on a wrinkled shirt and a dusty coat. He also used the ability of "Faceless" in advance to make his skin dry, his stubble messy, and even a pair of dark circles under his eyes, turning himself into a poor Detective who stayed up late every day but had no clue about the case at hand.
The Prince Edessak Augustus in front of him had a completely different temperament. His hair was meticulously styled, and he was wearing a well-tailored shirt and a light yellow vest. The small accessories such as collar pins and cuff pins looked inconspicuous, but any one piece could buy several sets of Klein's full-body clothing.
But his expression was a bit sullen, with a round and serious face. He looked away from the golf course outside the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at Detective beside him. He was stunned for a moment, as if he just realized that Detective was so haggard and helpless.
"I understand," he said calmly, with a hint of apology, "Sure enough, it's still too much for you. I'll let someone else take over the case. You can write a report to me as soon as possible about everything you know. After that, the commission will be considered complete."
"Okay."
Klein breathed a sigh of relief. This Prince finally let go of this powerless Detective and no longer tried to get him to intervene in the strife between the royal families.
"I have brought the report. I have the habit of summarizing while investigating."
He continued talking, took out a folded paper from his windbreaker, and handed it to Prince Edessak. The latter took it, glanced at it casually, handed it to the attendant beside him, and then ordered:
"Finkel, send a carriage to take Moriarty Detective back to the city." He looked at the old housekeeper in the corner, and then looked back at Klein after the other party nodded, "Moriarty, if you have any new clues, you can come to the manor to find me at any time."
I still want to live for a few more years, and you are still under suspicion... Klein squeezed out a smile, nodded in agreement, and then followed the old butler Finkel out of the room, returned to the entrance of the manor, and took back his weapon.
A few minutes later, a carriage drove out of the vast lawn in front of the manor. Klein stared blankly at the distant buildings by the window, then smiled to himself and closed the curtains.
"In this way, even if the matter is resolved, it is none of my business whether Prince hires another expert or gives up. It's a pity Talim, the real cause of his death is probably..."
He lowered his head and thought, suddenly inspired, and looked towards the car door alertly.
With a "click" sound, the car door opened and closed quickly, as if a breeze blew into the dull car.
Before Klein could even grasp the handle of the gun, a figure appeared on the car seat opposite him. She was wearing a complicated, old-fashioned black dress, but her face looked like she had just grown up. The facial features on her round face were not perfect, but she concealed a gentle and sweet temperament, with a natural temptation that made people unable to help but observe her carefully.
"Trissy?"
He immediately recognized Demoness of Pleasure, whom he had just discussed with Angel yesterday, who almost killed him in Tingen, and subconsciously glanced at her left hand.
On the little finger of her left hand, she wore the Sapphire Ring that she had seen in divination.
"You really know me! It's impossible for a Beyonder Detective not to pay attention to a wanted criminal like me..." Trissy, who was recognized at a glance, was not surprised but overjoyed. The corners of his mouth turned up with a delighted smile, "That's easy to handle. You come back After entering the city, immediately find Mandated Punishers, Nighthawks or Machinery Hivemind, and tell them that I killed Talim and that I committed a murder in Tingen, and ask them to arrest me immediately!"
"The bounty on my head is already four figures, and it will all belong to you, and if you are willing, I don't mind letting you experience the ultimate of 'Pleasure' before being captured..."
... This guy is completely crazy as Angel said!
Klein Such thoughts emerged uncontrollably in his mind.