Chapter 111 Prayer
"You said Sophie was taken away by the secretary there?"

Altaïr frowned. Although he didn't know the other party's purpose, the simultaneous appearance of so many demons must be related to the guy he noticed that day. Now it seems that he is probably the third backup left by the storm demon Matafarri.

"Yes, I would like you to help me find her."

Mr. Statham nodded. "After all, this is your old trade."

"Then you should first take Mary..."

Altaïr glanced at the man, but did not mention the "body". "Take it back. By the way, leave the bandages. They may be stained with blood from something. I can try to use them to find Sophie. If there are any things Sophie often uses, please bring them over as well."

Mr. Statham asked in confusion, "What's the point of Mary's bandage? Even if we use a dog to search for it, it can only smell Mary's scent."

Altaïr smacked his lips in annoyance. He took two quick steps back and forth in the center of the living room, and then, in front of Mr. Statham's astonished eyes, his body and clothes gradually became transparent, and then disappeared.

"These things are complicated to explain, and after what happened today, you should have a general understanding of these unnatural abilities."

Before Mr. Statham could exclaim, Altaïr interrupted him.

"I am going to use divination to find Sophie... But to be on the safe side, don't watch my divination process, so that the officials won't come to trouble me when they search the dream later. No, no, forget this sentence, just bring me what I want."

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"Are you really going to do this? Up to now, you have only appeared in the sight of the official Beyonders as an informant. If you do it yourself, it will cause a lot of trouble."

Looking at Altaïr who was arranging the magic mirror divination ritual in a methodical manner, Venata could not help but ask softly.

"Anyway, I don't plan to use this identity anymore."

Altaïr quickly positioned the mirror and cut off a small section of her hair with a knife, signaling Venata to set it on fire.

With the smell of burning, the hair gradually turned into a sticky black substance, which Altaïr carefully smeared on the mirror. Finally, he untied the topaz pendulum from his wrist and wrapped it around the frame of the mirror.

"Vinata, please go to the Harvest Church again and find Sister Vespe and ask her to come over for help. Once I have divined the enemy's hiding place, we will use this spirit that can travel through the mud to rush over as soon as possible. Take the Blood-Tearing Device. If Sister Vespe doesn't believe that I can find it, show it to her."

Altaïr calmly instructed Venata, "At the same time, I will summon a messenger to convey the results of the divination to Britton through the messenger, and have him notify the leaders of the Church of Evernight to go there as soon as possible."

When Venata left and Altaïr was the only one left in the room, he suddenly smiled bitterly in silence.

Although the craftsman was only Sequence 6, as a mid-sequence, he was already qualitatively different from Altaïr to some extent. Moreover, he no longer concealed his specialness as a follower of an angel.

Even if Altaïr had the bonus of the pendulum, it would be almost impossible for him to accurately divine Sophie's position, which must have been deliberately concealed by the other party, as he was only half a Sequence 7. This was a difference in status, and there was no way to cheat.

Besides, I am not the owner of that pendulum...

Altaïr's eyes gradually grew darker, and he slowly reached into his backpack and took out the remaining half bottle of witch potion - no, it was still a full bottle, but now there were only four colors of potion left.

In a trance, Gagran's warning rang in his ears.

"Each stage of this ritual has strict mystical symbolic meanings. Do not change the process of taking it at will... Although there have been successful cases after requesting the original protection, I don't recommend you to risk your life to find this kind of excitement... After all, when you become a witch, you can find a lot of excitement."

Well, ignoring the last sentence, this warning is still very meaningful...

Altaïr rubbed his forehead.

But she said something more important than this level of warning.

"We are witches, a combination of desire and humanity. No matter whether what you want to do is good or bad, and what the consequences are, it is not a reason to restrict you..."

Altaïr recited Gagran's words in a low voice.

"Witch, you can do whatever you want... That's what you said, right?"

Mr. Statham has already reported similar incidents to the church, but given his status, the church might not spare precious manpower for the disappearance of a civilian at this critical juncture - after all, even if the demigods have been dispatched, the demons lurking in the East District are far from being completely wiped out.

They have the ability to sense danger, and can easily detect that someone has threatened them in some way, and respond in advance. The church initially lifted the state of martial law not because the situation has stabilized, but because they need them to act as bait. Anyway, these secrets can no longer be concealed, and minimizing losses is what we need to consider now.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on them. After all, the True God Church is already a bit overwhelmed in this situation...

Altaïr was silent for a long time, then slowly knelt down and prayed to the yellow crystal pendant hanging in front of him. The ancient Hermetic name echoed in the bedroom. It was the name of the ancient god believed by the mysterious demigods of the Tarot Society:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck;"

"I pray for your favor;"

Altaïr did not pray to the goddess of night, because the night would not favor a shallow believer for the reason of saving the storm believers.

The mercy of the righteous gods is only bestowed on their believers, and the heretics only see their authority. Indiscriminate gifts are bait that lead people to fall in the teachings of the righteous gods, and only those evil gods that survived from ancient times would act in this way.

He did not pray to the original witch, because the shadow of the Backlund Great Smog was still lingering in Altaïr's heart. Although Gagran gave him a lot of help, it did not mean that the original witch was trustworthy.

Who should save those who have been abandoned by both the good and evil gods?
Altaïr laughed. His laughter grew louder and louder, until tears streamed down his cheeks and his face twisted. The deep gray fog did not appear before his eyes, but instead countless twisted insects that could drive a person crazy at the mere sight of them.

Such useless performance is a taboo in the ritual, which can easily lead to irreversible and terrible consequences. However, when the emotion that Altaïr could not suppress welled up in his heart, Altaïr knew one thing clearly.

He did not collapse after facing the other party, not because he had reached a level high enough to face the other party, but because "He" heard Altaïr's prayers, even though Altaïr did not say them out loud.

Even though the Orthodox Church has almost abandoned the East District, He is still watching here.

I have an exam on Tuesday, and I originally wanted to take a day off on Monday, but I received a recommendation this week, so I adjusted the update. There will be no update on Saturday, but it will be normal on Sunday and Monday.
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(End of this chapter)

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