Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1248 Come in
Patis Island, the new Silver City.

One of the elders of the Seven-Man Council, the young "No Dark One", the "Sun" of the Tarot Club, Derrick Berg, stood on the protruding platform at the waist of the Twin Towers and looked down.

Wherever he looked, huge buildings stood along the street, at least two meters tall, and some even reached three or four meters tall. Some were in a hurry, while others were leisurely walking through the streets. The aroma from the bakeries, the friction sounds of metal in the workshops, and the conversations of the pedestrians formed a passionate ballad that echoed in the clear sky of the New Silver City.

Derrick really likes to rest on this platform. Not only can he overlook the entire city, but he can also get sunshine from morning to night, which makes him feel like he is blessed by the gods.

The gods are indeed blessing us... He thought secretly, looking down and saw a few black grasses as thin as hair floating in the wind in the cracks of the stone piers at the edge of the platform.

This was the black-faced grass that had given Silver City its last hope in the God-forsaken Land for more than 2,000 years, but they no longer needed it. The food produced by the nearby "City of Dreams" Patis was more than enough to feed the thousands of new Silver City residents whose appetites far exceeded those of ordinary people. All they had to do was accept employment to do some manual labor, or learn the techniques of planting and grazing, and integrate into that rich city.

Of course, some residents have already traveled to the more distant Bayam, or followed the fleet to the land of the southern continent, looking for more ways to earn gold pounds for the New Silver City.

This was the plan Derrick proposed at the regular meeting of the council, and this plan came from the internal discussion of the Tarot Club.

So this is essentially Mr. Fool's guidance.

Thinking of this, Derrick looked at the black building in the center of the city again.

Because it was mainly built for giants and half-giants, this four-story building is thirty meters high, almost level with the twin towers on the edge of the city. The giant bronze bell in the attached bell tower remains motionless in the sea breeze, just like the status of this church in the hearts of all New Silver City residents.

This is the church of the great Mr. Fool.

Passersby, regardless of age or gender, who pass by the front of the church will devoutly face the ten-meter-high arch, look up at the silver-white symbol composed of the "Eye without Pupil" and the "Twisted Thread", and whisper praises to Mr. Fool. Some who are not so busy will even go into the church to listen to mass, appreciate the giant murals that are gradually being completed, and share the holy communion of roasted mushrooms and mushroom milk with other believers.

Suddenly, Derrick noticed a familiar figure walking past the church entrance. She casually glanced at the four-story building whose architectural style was very different from the surrounding buildings, and left without stopping, walking towards the Twin Towers.

Elder Lovia… Derrick frowned, left the terrace and walked down the spiral staircase.

This powerful "Black Knight" is an outlier in the council and even in the entire New Silver City.

Because she still believed in the "True Creator" instead of converting to Mr. Fool like everyone else.

This caused some dissatisfaction among the seven-member council, and Lovia Tiffany tried to resign from the position and restore the council to six seats, but was rejected by Chief Colin Iliad.

This was certainly due to the Black Knight's powerful strength, and also because Lovia was one of the heroes who broke through the Giant King's Court, but Derrick guessed that the Chief was still considering how the New Silver City could integrate into this new world.

After all, the "true creator" actually repelled the "blasphemer" Amon in the battle at the Giant King's Court and provided certain help. Moreover, He is also a true God. Even if one does not believe in Him, it is not easy to offend Him.

Derrick, who was full of thoughts, had just gone down to the hall below the round tower when he met Lovia, who was walking briskly. The latter was still wearing the black robe with purple patterns, and her silver-gray slightly curly long hair was casually scattered behind her head.

“Elder Lovia,” Derrick greeted her. Looking at her hurried steps, he asked in confusion, “What’s the urgent matter?”

"Good afternoon, Elder Derrick."

Luo Weiya returned the greeting somewhat stiffly, with a hesitant expression. After a moment, she made up her mind and said:

"Miss Angelica Sage contacted me and asked me to pray to the Lord and discuss something... related to the 'Fool' you believe in."

The "Lord" she was referring to was naturally the real Creator, so Derrick frowned again, and immediately felt a surge of grievance in his heart.

If Mr. Fool wanted to find Lovia, why didn't he let him come?
Of course, Mr. Fool must have his own considerations, and as his favorite, Miss Queen would not falsely convey the oracle, so Derrick quickly adjusted his mentality and asked casually:

"What are you discussing? If it's confidential, you don't have to tell me."

Thinking that this might involve things he shouldn't know, Derrick added the second half of the sentence.

But Luo Weiya did not keep it secret. Instead, she said with a weird expression:
"He wants to know whether my Lord is willing to participate in... the battle to kill the 'Original Witch'..."

The original witch... a true god who had existed for two thousand years... Derrick's expression changed uncontrollably.

……

Returning to her own room in the tower, Lovia did not perform bloody flesh magic, but took out various sacrificial supplies, quickly set up a temporary altar, and prayed in a low voice to the Lord she believed in.

On the one hand, the Twin Towers must be under the surveillance of the "Council of Seven", so there is no need to make the scene so horrifying; on the other hand, her master has changed a lot in the past six months, especially in the past two months, and no longer advocates bloody sacrifices and self-mutilation sacrifices and prayer ceremonies.

Lovia didn't know the reason, but she guessed it was related to the battle in the Giant King's Court because the timing matched.

Gathering his thoughts, the "Black Knight" said in a devout and fanatical tone:

“…the fallen nature of all living beings.

“Your devout followers beg for your gaze.

"The witch who opened the Giant King's Court made a suggestion on behalf of her 'Fool', hoping that you can help in the battle against the 'Original Witch'...

“He is willing to pay the corresponding price…”

After praying, Lovia still knelt in the center of the altar, holding her breath and waiting for the crazy whispers in her ears, and getting the Lord's oracle from them.

But this time, the voice she heard was clear and bright, without any extreme or crazy emotions.

He said, “I know.”

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“He knows?”

Hidden in the mirror world, listening to the message coming through the magic mirror, Angel repeated in a low voice with a puzzled expression on his face.

She wasn't sure whether the "real creator" was answering perfunctorily or really knew the pros and cons and was willing to "invest" in Angel again to deal with the "original witch" and allow herself, a candidate with the opportunity to be promoted to the "Old Ones", to become a true god.

Let's just treat it as a perfunctory response. Alas, in the end, the only ones we can rely on are Klein and the goddess. The other gods will probably just sit back and watch, and they will help whoever wins... Angel thought pessimistically.

Of course, the actual situation may not be so. Her power as the Source Adorer and her identity as the "Western Continent Communication Ambassador" will more or less make other gods have some inclinations. For example, the "God of Wisdom" Herabergen obviously stands on her side and handed over "0-01".

With thoughts running through his mind, Angel's eyes passed through the mirrors that led from the mirror world to reality, looking at different places in Trier.

There is the Presidential Palace, which is shrouded in the night but still brightly lit and bustling with activity; there is the Church of St. Vieve on an isolated island surrounded by the Serenzo River; there is the Archbishop's Cathedral, the "Steam Church" with steam emitting and bells roaring; and there is the Morin Avignon's mansion in the Opera District.

Although the last building is located in the 9th District, where every inch of land is valuable and where the powerful and wealthy gather, its appearance is very simple, as if it is a century-old building that has been repeatedly repaired, revealing a deliberately created sense of poverty.

But judging from Tamara's family information, the new Minister of Industry of Intis, who is nearly 60 years old, comes from a well-off family and can afford a new house. He looks like this just to show poverty, make himself appear clean and give extra points to his political career.

In secret, Moran Avni had many lovers, many illegitimate children, and many properties in various districts of Trier, and his bank deposits were astronomical. Moreover, the Avni family he was born into had a long history in Intis, with members in the military, politics, business, and art fields, and a huge network of relationships had been formed through mutual assistance and transactions.

If this family was not a branch of Tamara, it would be impossible for Alicia to obtain such detailed information in such a short time.

There is no telling how many people in that family have been replaced by "People in the Mirror". If we can use Moran as a breakthrough point to find all these people, it will be a contribution to Tamara and the country of Intis... She muttered as she discovered the whereabouts of Moran Avni in the many surveillance-like mirrors.

The Minister of Industry had just returned to his simple villa after finishing an impromptu meeting and entered the study to continue his evening work, while the Extraordinary guards assigned to the ministers, who took turns on duty from the "Purifier", "Machine Heart" and "Eighth Bureau", were left outside.

Of course, guards of this level cannot even stop a saint, let alone an angel like Angel, but she is unwilling to really become enemies with the Orthodox Church over such a matter, so today's operation will be led by Yalishia, and Angel will coordinate in the mirror world.

Moreover, she suspected that such an obvious target as Moran Avni might just be a bait, with another saint or even an angel lurking behind him.

Let's see who has more patience... Angel smiled and continued to monitor the Minister of Industry Moran through the mirror, until the "man in the mirror" suddenly stopped working at his desk, jumped up and looked at the window.

A tall figure appeared there at some point. She was wearing an asymmetrical dress, had rare dark grey eyes, and a pretty face but lacked expression, like a wax figure.

Dark grey… Moran, who also had eyes of this colour, reacted immediately and shouted:
"There are assassins!"

But his voice could not be heard outside the study because the "Law Mage" Yalishia Tamara had already sealed off the space.

Knowing that he could only deal with the newcomer by himself in the short term, Moran stopped pretending. He reached into his pocket with one hand to grab something, and with the other hand extended forward, pointed at Yalishia, and majestically announced in ancient Hermetic language:
"captivity."

"release."

The latter responded casually, easily freeing himself from the restraints, and then stretched out his slender fingers and gently pointed at Moran, saying in an emotionless tone:

"Execution."

A crisp cracking sound was heard, and Moran's entire body was knocked flying and smashed against the wall, breaking into mirror fragments of varying sizes.

His own body protruded from the other side of the wall, with an anxious expression. It was obvious that he had not been able to circumvent the ban by using the mirror substitute and leave the study.

At this time, his other hand stretched out from his pocket, holding a thin piece of gold with intricate patterns printed on the surface.

"The spell is forbidden to take effect here."

Before he could activate the spell, Yalishia declared that this method was ineffective, but at this moment, Moran had already thrown out the unactivated spell, and took the opportunity to dodge to the other side, rushing towards the decorative full-length mirror closest to him.

Alicia Tamara watched everything expressionlessly. She did not try to stop it, but followed closely.

First his hands, then his head and neck. Moran's upper body completely entered the mirror and he suddenly entered the blurry and dark world in the mirror. His eyes were a little out of focus. He quickly looked around and immediately prepared to use his ability to travel through the mirror to go to the evacuation point through the winding mirror passage and leave Trier.

It was obvious that the Minister of Industry could not continue to serve. Even if the attackers retreated, he had already exposed himself as a Beyonder of a relatively high Sequence. He could not use the excuse of "secretly taking potions to strengthen his body" to cover it up.

But before he could put his entire body into the mirror, a figure wearing a black dress and with a beautiful body appeared in front of him.

He looked up in confusion, and was instantly attracted by the long light golden hair like the morning sun, the deep purple eyes like whirlpools, the high nose bridge, and the fair skin. He briefly forgot that he was on the run.

"Come in you."

A gentle scolding as soft as water came to his ears, and his collar felt as if being pulled by eight fierce horses, and he fell into the world in the mirror involuntarily.

A moment later, Alysia Tamara walked into the same full-length mirror holding a talisman made of frost. She looked at the area where Moran disappeared with indifferent eyes, and then her figure became blurred, flowed into a dark passage in the mirror, and left here.

It was not until half an hour later that the power that sealed the study disappeared, and the "Purifiers" downstairs discovered that the target they were guarding had disappeared. They rushed into the room in a hurry, searching for clues while notifying the nearest "Eternal Sun" church for help.

(End of this chapter)