535 Ms. Despair

Also this night.

East End.

In an unremarkable room, there are layers of black dresses, and a lady wearing a black veil stands in the only place in the room that can be called clean.

In front of her, there was a woman kneeling on the ground, staring at the feet of the lady in black skirt protruding from the skirt, with a low growl like a beast in her throat, her eyes were full of longing, as if she wanted to rush over to kiss the other person's feet.

But she was in control, and it made her tremble.

Above the head, a soft and low female voice came: "On the 18th, which is Saturday night, did you participate in a mysterious party?"

"Saturday. Party" The woman on the ground struggled to breathe, trying to restrain herself through this movement, "I don't know what a party is, ma'am. On Saturday night, I fell asleep very early. I was not feeling well that night. I Didn't go out on the street to solicit business."

The soft but seductive voice said slowly: "Are you sure? I think you should seriously recall it."

"I am sure!"

The woman on the ground seemed to be unable to restrain herself, she rushed over to those white and crystal clear feet, wanting to hug and kiss.

Suddenly, one of the feet lifted up, landed lightly, and stepped on her head, leaving only a narrow line of sight in her field of vision.

"Think about it carefully, did you say at a party that a terrible witch came to Backlund?"

"I can't remember, I can't remember."

The woman on the ground burst into tears and snot, and scratched her hands: "Please, please hold me tight, I want, I want."

In the veil, a chuckle sounded. The laughter is so crisp, like an innocent girl.

"You wasted so much of my time, but you didn't give me the answer I wanted, and you dare to ask for it."

"It's a great gift for me to step on a mud-like thing like you."

"What else do you want?"

The lady in the black layered dress withdrew her feet, and looked at the woman on the ground again, her figure seemed to be wiped off with a rag.

"Don't go, don't go."

The woman on the ground suddenly screamed hysterically, as if she had lost something precious, she huddled into a ball and cried loudly.

Crying and crying, she coughed, and the cough became more and more severe, until she couldn't get up. She seemed to have suddenly suffered from severe bronchitis, and there was a lot of noise in her throat, and she felt like a flame was burning in her lungs.

The woman felt that her head and throat were getting hotter and hotter, and she couldn't breathe. Something seemed to block her throat. She fought hard, but she couldn't breathe in the end.

In this icy night, she hugged into a ball, still shed tears, but her eyes had lost their luster.

This is a hall, and a suspected altar is arranged in the center.

The ground is neat but mottled gray slabs, and the dome is supported by thick pillars, with moonlight naturally falling on it.

The lady in the black layered dress walked out of the darkness, came to the altar, and appeared in the moonlight: "I investigated, and I found the woman who exposed my whereabouts. It was just an ordinary person, a street girl .”

"It is impossible for her to know of my existence. At the same time, she has no idea that she has participated in a mysterious party. According to my experience, she was used, and it may be done by the 'audience'."

"Audience? The Psychological Alchemist Association should not know about this, but apart from them, which 'audience' would want to sabotage our plan, and what benefit can he get from it?"

Another figure came out from a pillar not far away. This was a man wearing a pure black clergy robe.

His facial features are like classical sculptures, deep and distinct. He has dark blonde hair, dark blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and an old-fashioned soft hat, and his temples have been grayed.

One of his eyes had completely lost its luster and appeared to be blind.

"This news has been spread in many gatherings. It will completely expose our plan. Ms. Desperate, you should track down the mastermind behind the scenes instead of returning empty-handed like this."

The third voice sounded, just behind the altar, a figure appeared in the place that was originally empty.

It was a man in a black classical robe, with a hood that hid his face in shadow.

Ms. Desperate turned around and responded with a smile: "Mr. A, are you blaming me?"

Mr. A's hoarse voice sounded: "I prefer to understand it as a correction."

Ms. Despair said softly and softly: "Let's put it this way, I think it's pointless to track down the main messenger now. As you said just now, this news has already spread in many gatherings."

"Even if we find the main messenger now, it is impossible to change this fact. What we can do is to act before the three major churches and the military receive the news and before they react."

A middle-aged man wearing a clergyman's robe and with one dull eye said, "This is a way."

Mr. A said: "The altar still needs a few days to prepare."

Ms. Despair looked at him and said: "Then find a way to shorten the time, even if it is shortened by one day, it is good."

"Now, gentlemen, I must go and say hello to the royal family, and I will leave this to you."

When the voice disappeared, her figure also disappeared.

It is already morning.

In a room of St. Samuel's Church, Archbishop Anthony came here very early and was adding a little firewood to the fireplace at this time to make the flame inside a little higher.

The archbishop with a clean face was roasting by the fireplace like a real old man, until there was a knock on the door, and Anthony raised his head: "Come in."

The door opened, and Crestel, whose windbreaker and shirt collars were pulled up high, came in, with dewdrops on his shoulders and sleeves.

Pulling down the red gloves habitually, Crestel said quietly: "I'm back, Your Excellency Anthony."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Anthony beckoned and asked Crestel to come over to enjoy the fire. The man with golden brown hair and dark green eyes hesitated for a while, then walked to the old man and sat down on a chair near the fireplace.

"Did you find anything?" The old man asked casually, using an iron fork to turn the firewood.

Crestel glanced at the old man and said, "It is already confirmed that there is indeed a witch beside Prince Edsac. Moreover, His Royal Highness fell in love with this witch."

Anthony snorted softly from his nostrils, and immediately, the sparks in the fireplace splashed and danced.