On Sunday morning, Angel came to the fortune-telling club as usual.
There are many more guests in the club on weekends than on weekdays, even when young women are in danger of arresting serial killers in the whole city.
Angel wasted a day yesterday, and he can't miss the opportunity to play today.
Although there are fewer love divinations recently, and other types, such as fortune-telling for finding people and things, she is not willing to deceive each other, resulting in not many opportunities to play.
With coffee and newspapers under her armpit, she came to her "divination witch" room. As soon as Angel sat down, the door was gently pushed open, and Mr. Ornell, whom she had met before, came in.
The middle-aged man's originally sloppy beard and hair have been taken care of. He is wearing a neat shirt, vest, windbreaker, and a half-high hat. He is completely different from the anxious look of losing his daughter before.
"Miss Fortune Teller, I'm here to thank you. With your help and the assistance of a detective introduced by the Brave Bar, I finally found my daughter Emily."
Sure enough, Mr. O'nell opened his mouth to express his gratitude to her.
"I'm glad to hear that. She's not hurt, is she?"
Angel asked.
"Praise the goddess. She returned home safely. Although the gang of gangsters escaped, the detective who helped me said that they would be wanted and would soon be trapped. I was relieved."
"Unfortunately, Emily was scared and had some mental trauma. I took her to see a psychiatrist. The doctor said that in this case, it was better to let her live in a different living environment, away from familiar places, and gradually get better."
Mr. O'Nell seems to have quit smoking recently. He tried to grab his hand into the inner pocket of the windbreaker several times, but he held back. There was no unpleasant smell of smoke on his body. If it weren't for the occasional teeth that were a little charred, he couldn't see that he had a hobby of tobacco.
"Our family has no other relatives in Beckland, so we are going to leave here and move to Ganhai County. Maybe we won't come back in the next few years. Before leaving, I came here specially to thank you."
After saying that, Mr. O'Nell took out an envelope and gently put it on Angel's fortune-telling table.
"Here is 50 pounds. Although it is far from my gratitude, I'm sorry, we have been in a little financial situation recently, so we can only take this out."
50 pounds, buying "Storm Gathering" bullets is enough to shoot those gangsters several times!
Angel was a little surprised. She felt that she shouldn't want this money.
In the process of looking for Emily, she only did a fortune-telling, and even accidentally met Bishop Rose of the Aurora Church in the Eastern District, and guessed the whereabouts of Lanerus according to the other party's body, and finally killed the enemy.
And the other party is going to move soon, and he needs to use this money even more.
She was about to refuse, but Ornell had exhaled as if he had completed the task, turned around and left the fortune-telling room, and the regular and powerful pace gradually went away.
"After finding his daughter, his whole temperament is not the same... But it's not like normal. It seems that the whole person is tense. Alas, I hope their family can heal the trauma in Jianhai County."
Angel, who didn't have time to open his mouth, could only pick up the envelope and accept the 50 pounds.
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In the afternoon, Angel came to Sevelia's home in the West District to receive the extraordinary material promised by the other party on Wednesday.
In the living room on the first floor, she saw Mrs. Sevalia in a black gauze skirt. The latter sent the maid away, took out an exquisite iron box, and opened it in front of Angel.
There is a small bag on the red velvet cushion in the box. It is purple-black, shaped like a heart, and the surface is covered with translucent, spider silk-like objects. Just staring at it, Angel felt a little unable to look away, and his hands and feet also felt stiff.
With a "pop", Savelia closed the iron box, put it on the coffee table, and pushed it over.
"According to the agreement, this is the reward you deserve, the 'Silk Gland of the Adult Widow Giant Spider', which is part of the magic potion 'Joy' of sequence 6, another part, and the complete magic potion formula, which will be given to you after you complete the task."
Hearing Severia call the "joy witch" "joy" again, Angel felt a little strange, but she still obediently took the iron box.
She suspected that the task of "approaching Miss Audrey and becoming her friend" was not as simple as it seemed. She had approached the other party at present, but according to Severia, it seemed that she was far from the end. Maybe the follow-up task would wait until the right time to let herself know.
"Last Tuesday, Viscount Glerint will hold a salon in the afternoon. It's still the same. Come to me in advance and remember to change into new clothes."After handing over the task reward, the baroness returned to a somewhat alienated and tempting expression and ordered.
"By the way, is there any result of the magic potion formula of the 'Pharmacist'?"
"There are some clues. If there is no accident, you can buy the formula next week. The other party bids 200 pounds. I agree."
Angel replied.
She originally wanted to say that it had arrived now, but on the other hand, maybe she could reimburse the viscount once and come here again to reimburse it again, so she would not hand over the formula now.
"Very good. When you get the formula, copy it for me. This is a task expense and can be reimbursed."
The lady seemed to be slowly becoming familiar with the word "reimbursement", which made Angel feel very gratified.
And he didn't make an oath like the pharmacist Dakwell, and Father Utravsky didn't ask himself to keep it secret. It was not a psychological burden to sell the "pharmacist" formula twice.
Thinking about it, the frustration of buying a new dress has also been diluted a lot.
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Looking at Miss Audrey Hall, who was wearing a pale yellow dress, walking elegantly and shuttled between the salon guests, Angel recalled the aristocratic etiquette book she got from Severia and tried to learn according to the knowledge points in it.
Viscount Glerint walked aside, nodded slightly after Angel turned his eyes to him, and then strode away with a wine glass, without talking to each other.
She knew that this was the viscount's move to avoid attracting the attention of other guests.
After about ten minutes, seeing the atmosphere of the salon climaxed in the beautiful music, Angel secretly left through the side door and was led by the viscount's maid to the study where we met last week.
Walking through the partition, she was surprised to find that a lady was already sitting in the study.
The other party is about a little shorter than Miss Audrey. She is wearing a dark green skirt and a purple shawl on her shoulder. Her long brown hair is slightly curled, and her pale blue eyes look at Angel who entered the study curiously.
Except for the Hugh Dilcha and the two nobles she has met, is she the last member of the "occult salon"?
"Hello, Ms. Furth Wall. I'm Erin Watson. Nice to meet you."
As if surprised that Angel knew her name, Fors raised his long eyebrows and replied with a smile:
"Hello, Miss Watson, just call me Forth. Please wait a moment. They will be here soon."
Angel also found a backrest chair to sit down, and Fors returned to his lazy posture, collapsed on the sofa, and continued to read a large book.
After nearly half an hour, while Angel was waiting impatiently, Viscount Glerint and Miss Audrey came to the study.
"Welcome, Miss Irene, Ms. Furth. There are too many enthusiastic ladies in the salon, which has delayed me a little time."
The viscount apologized, took off his tuxedo and hung it on the coat rack beside him, and sat on another single sofa. Audrey came to the desk and sat down, like the host of the party.
"Forth, this is Miss Irene Watson, who has just joined us, and she is an extraordinary person; Irene, this is Forth Wall. As I told you, the author of "Storm Villa" is also an extraordinary person."
Audrey introduced the two, and the two people who had just known each other stood up again and said hello.
After sitting down, the Viscount introduced the process of the two of them joining the occult salon. Angel had heard the story of Forth taking the initiative to contact the Viscount to save Hugh Dilcha last week. At this time, he was not surprised, and Fors was also a little lazy. He sat on the backrest chair, looking at Angel from time to time, and sometimes looking at the two nobles. Clan.
Forth did not take the initiative to mention her magic potion sequence, and Angel did not ask out of politeness among extraordinary people, but both nobles should know, just as she also demonstrated her extraordinary ability when she joined.
After a brief greeting, the viscount couldn't wait to ask about the recipe:
"Miss Irene, do you have any news about my 'pharmacist' magic potion?"