"Selling the 'Witch' Potion formula. Price negotiable."
Watching the baiting message appear once more on the blackboard behind Mr. A, Angel withdrew her gaze and surveyed the gathering's members, trying to find any hidden members of the Demoness Sect among them.
Based on the previous gathering and her experience of being followed on her way out, she was certain that Mr. A's gatherings had spies from the Demoness Sect. Perhaps they were there to trade materials and make money, or perhaps they were simply monitoring Beyonder gatherings.
Since Angel had burned the little dog mask that had earned her the name Dog Lady before attending this gathering, she could only wear the iron mask she had used at Eye of Wisdom's gathering. Although it covered only the upper half of her face, with the Madness Ring's assistance, she was confident that no one would recognize her.
There were fewer attendees at Mr. A's gathering this time than last week. Angel guessed it had something to do with the Aurora Order's terrorist attack and assassination of a neighboring country's ambassador. After all, quite a few Beyonders knew Mr. A belonged to the Aurora Order, and after learning that the Aurora Order had claimed responsibility for the terrorist attack that killed the ambassador, some Beyonders who feared trouble would probably avoid gatherings for the time being.
Even now, quite a few members present were covertly directing their gazes toward Mr. A, who sat on a single sofa in the center of the venue. He had lowered his head, hiding his expression beneath his hood. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, but Angel felt that something was off about him. He seemed more dangerous and more insane than before.
Maybe it was just psychological...
She consoled herself.
After all, the Aurora Order had