Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1157 How come you are so skilled?

Angel was just joking. She felt that her relationship with Klein did not need a formal wedding to solidify it. Although it had become a little vague, her memories of her previous life, which were much longer than these two years as a woman, made her less obsessed with these things.

But she didn't expect that the plan proposed by Klein would brighten her eyes.

Yes, she and he had changed several identities in the past two years. They were work partners in small towns, partners in big cities, and adventure partners across the five seas...all of these identities had ended due to some accidents or had been voluntarily abandoned by both of them. A wedding might be the best way to give these identities a perfect ending.

Angel has always been open to these actions because he is worried that Klein may not be able to resist the erosion of divinity in his Beyonder characteristics due to his lack of "humanity".

She pondered for a moment, looked at Klein with hesitation, and replied:

"How about we do both at once?"

Klein, who seemed to have expected this answer, clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"Why not do it at the same time? In the secret doll town I envision, all the identities can be prepared in advance, such as two rookies in a security company that collects and protects antiques, a young private detective with a fake beard on his face and his client and partner, a ruthless adventurer who accidentally entered the town and a female pirate with an astonishing bounty, as well as a middle-aged wealthy man on vacation and his newly-adult fiancée..."

How come you are so skilled? Did you plan this in advance? Angel was stunned, but he felt a sense of longing as Klein kept talking. He couldn't help but imagine a scene where his several identities appeared at the same time.

No, he can use different puppets to play multiple identities at the same time, but my mirror double is far from being so convenient...

Thinking that Klein was using his advantage to bully her, Angel quietly raised her hand, her fingertips pointing to the pale spot of light on Klein's waist reflected in her eyes.

That represented the opponent's "weakness", the place that she had pinched countless times.

Let me give you some more humanity… She grasped the piece of soft flesh and pinched it viciously.

……

Walking from the Silver Crown Restaurant on Daffodil Street to the other end of Iron Cross Street, Klein’s distorted face finally returned to normal.

He confirmed once again that without relying on "miracles", the fortune teller's physical fitness would probably be at the bottom of the list among all the paths, and the dull pain in his waist was the best proof of that.

"So, your secret doll town is really already designed?"

Angel, who was leaning against him and had long lost his anger, suddenly asked.

"I am now in the city of Constanton, fulfilling the wishes of residents whose homes were destroyed by the war, rebuilding their houses and restoring the familiar scenes of the past. This will also help me accumulate the corresponding wish power. Soon I will be able to create a 'miracle' that will make a city with thousands of people appear out of thin air."

He stood still, holding his back with a grin, and replied softly, successfully making a trace of guilt appear on Angel's face.

I didn’t use much strength just now, and I didn’t use abilities like weak point attack and charged attack… Angel rubbed Klein’s waist with confusion and distress, and then continued to ask:

"How's the potion being digested?"

This kind of topic shouldn't be discussed on a road full of pedestrians, but Angel and Klein were both masters of concealing their whereabouts and resisting divination. With the combined effect of the fortune teller's illusion and the witch's mirror magic, passers-by only saw them as a young couple standing on the side of the road whispering to each other. The girl was even touching the boy, which seemed very un-"Lune".

Hearing Angel's question, Klein hesitated for a moment before answering:

"Because the 'miracle' I demonstrated before was used as an advance performance, and the performance rules I summarized recently, my 'miracle master' potion should be completely digested soon... If possible, I would like to spend a year or two to get through this stage, because my smooth promotion now means that I am very likely in some kind of 'arrangement'..."

As he spoke, his facial expression changed. With the center as the dividing line, the facial features on the left side became ferocious and the eyes were cold, while the facial features on the right side were relatively normal.

Angel quickly held his left hand, feeling the wonderful touch of twisted worms under his skin, and transferring his body temperature to him.

Soon, the stable humanity of Klein's "anchors" from all over his body reached a balance with the spiritual imprints in his Beyonder characteristics, and the abnormalities in his body returned to normal. "I'm fine."

He said softly, holding Angel's hand in his backhand.

When he was fighting against the remaining spirit of the "Sky Lord" in his body just now, Klein could feel that his most stable "anchor" was right beside him, from Angel. On the one hand, she was also a follower of the source essence, and her actual status was far higher than that of ordinary angels. On the other hand, he had been accompanied by her almost all the time in the two years since he "traveled" through time. The identity of "Klein Moretti" had long been tied to "Angel Granger", which was not comparable to the vague beliefs in the hearts of the believers of "The Fool" or "Sea God".

He believed that he had the same status in Angel's heart.

But this leads to another problem. If something happens to one of the two people who are each other's most stable "anchors", the other will almost inevitably lose control.

Fortunately, one of them is a witch who can resurrect, and the other is a miracle worker who possesses "miracles", so they don't need to consider such things in the short term.

Thinking of this, Klein looked at Angel beside him. The latter was staring blankly ahead. At the end of his sight was a two-story townhouse with a sloping roof and a gray-blue surface.

That was where Angel used to live, 6 Daffodil Street.

Looking inside from the window, the sofa and coffee table inside were covered with dust cloth, and there were many fallen leaves on the steps at the door. It seemed that no one had been here for at least several months.

"Lily should return to Tingen regularly to take care of the property. She may still be expecting her 'brother' to come back here."

Angel explained, looking away, not seeming to plan on going in to take a look.

But the next second, she noticed from the corner of her eye that a faint smile appeared on Klein's face, and the other hand that was not holding her palm raised slightly and snapped his fingers.

Soon, the scene inside No. 6 Narcissus Street changed. Dust sheets disappeared, tea sets appeared on the coffee table, the shelves in the study were filled with various books, and even women's shirts and thin windbreakers were hung up on the second floor.

This building goes back to the time two years ago!
He used historical scenes to temporarily cover up reality... Looking at the "Miracle Master" with his mouth slightly raised, waiting for praise, Angel wrinkled his nose, hugged him, and whispered in his ear:

"Would you like to come over to my house for a visit, Mr. Moretti?"

"It's my pleasure, Miss Granger," Crane replied, "I haven't even seen the decoration of your bedroom yet."

The bedroom, right... Angel's breath stagnated. In his sight, Klein's silhouette appeared pale again, and his weak spot was exactly the same as before.

"Then come in and have a good look around. I still have a whole day before heading to the southern continent."

As he spoke, Angel carried Klein, whose posture had become somewhat stiff, into No. 6 Daffodil Street.

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The foggy sea is a deep sea area far away from safe shipping lanes.

The Queen Anne's Revenge and the Dawn were sailing side by side. Lightning appeared frequently around them, and high waves surged and collapsed, but none of them could affect the sea surface near them.

Under the power of the "Balancer", the dangerous act of exploring unknown waters is like an outing. Even dangerous sea monsters that are larger than ships can smell the scent that they cannot afford to offend and quietly make way.

In the magnificent captain's cabin of the Dawn, Anne and Bernadette sat around a round table, quietly looking at a huge compass on the table.

The parchment padding inside the compass outlines the contours of the surrounding islands and seas with rough strokes. The dark blue track line winds through the scattered islands in the foggy sea, and finally extends to the deep-sea restricted area that has never been recorded in the nautical charts of the military and pirates of various countries.

But in the compass, which was generally cold in color, a blood-red ink mark was slowly moving in front of the blue ink dots representing the two ships.

(End of this chapter)