Secrets: Priestess

Chapter 55 "Sharon"

The skirts of the ladies on the dance floor swayed gently with the steps of the gentlemen.

Sitting a little further away from the dance floor, Jessica chuckled and shook her head.

"Don't get too close to those men. They're no good."

Talking about those high-sounding gentlemen, Jessica laughed and scolded, and also subtly reminded the beautiful woman in front of her.

When talking about men, Sharon's brown eyes revealed a hint of sadness and self-pity, like a deer in the woods:
"Those men aren't all unfaithful. When Frederey was around, I lived a happy life. Although he was much older than me, he gave me a comfortable life and enough respect."

Frederic is the old Baron of Hoy.

Jessica listened to Sharon's words, with a hint of confusion in her eyes. Aren't many people saying that old Baron Hoy is an old rogue with no manners?

Does Sharon think so highly of old Baron Hoy?
Could it be that old Baron Hoy is very kind to his young and beautiful wife?
Sharon's voice fell hoarse, and she suppressed the barely perceptible sound of tears. "But after Frederick's accident, his eldest son, my stepson who is older than me, always tried to force me."

"I had no choice but to mingle with those powerful people, hoping to make them hesitate. But I didn't expect him to be so cruel as to spread those rumors..."

Jessica frowned and cursed: "Baron Hoy is really a piece of shit."

But that's about it.

Favor is one thing, but trust is another.

Seeing that Jessica had no intention of offering help, Sharon took a sip of the champagne in the glass, swallowed all the pitiful emotions, and smiled again like a winter plum blossom.
"I heard that you renovated some houses outside the university district. I want to rent one. I wonder if you can agree?"

Jessica paused, didn't agree, and just smiled and said, "You're not short of money, and you're not short of a place to live. Although my places have been renovated, they are mostly rented by students. Why would you want to rent from me?"

Faced with this implicit rejection, Sharon was not discouraged and continued:
"Wherever you live, sister, is a treasure land. A widow like me just wants to take advantage of your glory. In the future, if you have any errands, you can ask me to do them. I'm a woman with nothing but some acquaintances."

Sharon's words clearly showed that she wanted to be protected under the name of Meazza.

Jessica was silent for a moment.

It seems that Sharon really wants to escape from Baron Hoy's entanglement.

Then, in exchange for Sharon's allegiance, he would have to offend Baron Hoy...

In front of the Meazza family, Baron Hoy is nothing, but I need a local tyrant to help develop the family business and influence, but I cannot be overshadowed by the local tyrant I cooperate with.

Considering these conditions, Sharon, a socialite from Tingen, is a good candidate.

All her thoughts were in the flash of light. When Jessica looked up again, she smiled gently and said:
"Then we sisters should be closer. It would be more convenient if we lived closer..."

After the party, the luxurious carriages left in an orderly manner. Sharon took the Hoy family carriage back to her home on Orsner Street in the East District.

After instructing no one to disturb her, Sharon returned to her bedroom on the second floor alone.

In the luxurious and gorgeous bedroom, there is an area that is now abruptly left empty.

A full-length silver mirror and wooden easel once stood there.

The full-length mirror shattered during the fight.

The easel that once held a nude oil painting of Sharon herself looking in the mirror was also burned by the black flames.

Sharon pulled out a few silver-gray boxes from the corner and used the equipment in the boxes to build some laboratory-like equipment on the open space.

Sharon then took out materials from the box one by one. She first used the device to distill the pure water needed for the potion, and then skillfully put various auxiliary materials in one by one.

"Black mandragora juice, the remaining hair of the enchantress, the powder crushed by Feynapotter's flies, the ashes of a real mummy..."

After doing all this, there is no obvious change in the material in the iron pot, only water vapor is rising.

Sharon took out a round tin box in her hand like a magic trick, and when she opened it, she found a pair of crystal blood balls that looked like eyeballs.

That was the extraordinary characteristic that emerged after Madam Sharon's death.

It is the extraordinary characteristic of Sequence 6 "Joy" in the "Assassin" path.

Sharon poured the Beyonder properties from the tin box into the pot. The crystal blood balls melted the moment they touched the liquid, without causing any ripples.

Suddenly all the mist disappeared, and the potion formed in the pot looked like a woman's face, sometimes distorted, sometimes desperate, sometimes beautiful, and sometimes happy.

"Mrs. Sharon" unzipped the illusory zipper at the back of her neck, and Tessa, wearing a black tights, emerged from the human skin.

She once again took off her black tights, which was also a magical item, revealing her beautiful body.

"Pleasure..." Tessa swallowed the formed "Pleasure" potion.

As the potion went down her throat, her body twisted in the candlelight.

It looked like little snakes crawling under the fair skin.

Her eyeballs kept twitching.

A cold, vertical pupil was faintly visible in the protruding whites of his eyes.

Her black hair scattered like a waterfall.

Like a stream of water, it spreads further away.

Her spirit was looming on the surface of her body, as if it would disappear at any time.

The strange and unusual scene lasted for a while. When it was on the verge of getting out of control, Tessa, who was crawling on the carpet, suddenly raised her neck, which had become slender and strange.

"I……"

"I'm Tai..."

"Thai."

The low words moaned out from the throat like musical notes.

All the weirdness receded like the tide.

At this moment, body and soul are in perfect harmony with each other.

……

Although the case of the Antigonus family notes has come to an end, Claire's investigation into the witch will continue.

Claire was about to leave when Dunn, who had recovered from his fatigue after receiving treatment, stopped her. "Come with me to take Al and the others to the station. The Sanctuary has sent a team to assist them in delivering the seal and the notebook to Backlund."

Another team was sent.

The Holy Church attaches great importance to this note.

"Okay, Captain." Claire stood in front of Dunn, ready to follow the action.

But after a while, Dunn looked up at her in confusion. "Claire, why are you still standing here... Didn't I ask you to go get Lolota to come back and reunite?"

Claire was stunned. "No... Are you asking me to go and call Ms. Lolota back?"

Dunn rubbed his brow. "Oh... I forgot. Go to the cafe now, um, that maid cafe, and find Lolota to rejoin the team."

"Maid?" Claire thought she had misheard again and even began to doubt her memory as a generalist.

"She likes maids, and..." Dunn hesitated and covered his face, unable to say the next word in front of Claire.

Claire didn't intend to delve into Ms. Lorota's habits and prepared to go to the maid cafe to look for her.

Before Claire could leave, Dunn's voice rang out from behind her: "By the way, take Lolota to Saint Selina Church to gather. Al and Borgia are both there."

"Got it, Captain." Claire deliberately called out as she closed the door, in order to reassure the captain who was a little careless today.

Nothing new happened during the process of searching for Lolota, gathering the escort team, going to Chanis Gate to collect the seal and notes, and accompanying Dunn to send Al and the other two to the station.

"Are Ms. Lorota and the others okay? They're carrying more dangerous items back with them..." At the station, Claire asked when she didn't see the team sent by the Holy Temple to pick them up.

Dunn looked at the gradually accelerating steam train and said, "Don't worry, the one coming to pick us up is the 'Red Glove'."

"Red gloves?"

Claire remembered that she had seen this title in the signature column of some of the Nighthawks' highly confidential reports.

Is it the name of a Nighthawk team?

There was a hint of respect in Dunn's gray eyes, as well as a longing that he wanted to hide but couldn't.

"That's the nickname for the elite team within the Nighthawks."

"Daly was there too."

(End of this chapter)