Mystery: The Ultimate Tarot

Chapter 405 Audrey's Help

Raphael returned to the real world, to the beach of that unknown island, where his body thankfully didn't collapse as it had before.

Along with him, Roselle's hallucinations returned to the real world.

He rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "I heard you've slept with a witch too. How was it?"

Raphael took a deep breath and slowly took out the "Devil's" extraordinary properties and corresponding auxiliary materials that he had prepared beforehand.

The "devilish personality" then said, "Brother, have you noticed? This hallucination is different. Before, if you ignored it, it would disappear quickly. But this time, the words spoken by these hallucinatory characters go straight into your brain. Even if you ignore them, you will still be affected by them."

Raphael raised his hand: "Don't make a fuss. I've noticed that. Do you have any ideas?"

The "Talking Devourer" I just killed a few days ago chuckled and suggested, "Why don't you try gouging out your own ears? Maybe it'll work?"

Raphael glared at the "Whisperer": "Get out!"

The "Eater of Words" laughed loudly: "You're going to use the same traits I used to advance your career, how dare you tell me to get lost?"

The "devilish personality" then said, "It seems that making myself deaf won't work."

Raphael looked annoyed: "Don't come along and cause trouble. I'll focus on making the potion."

He took out the large pot he had used that afternoon, and while chasing away the hallucinatory figures around him, he kept repeating to himself as if hypnotizing himself: "Calm down, calm down."

He finally cleaned the pot, then took out the bottle containing the blood of the "Desire Demon," uncorked it, and was about to pour it in when a pale hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Raphael was startled. When he looked up, he found that the one who had grabbed him was none other than the ethereal "Netherworld Daoist"!

"The Daoist of the Underworld" wore a warm smile: "Young friend, your potion-making technique is far too crude. You didn't even weigh it before pouring it directly into the container?"

"I'm a saint now," Raphael said with a somewhat helpless smile. "My spiritual intuition is very accurate. 130 milliliters is exactly 130 milliliters, not a drop more, not a drop less."

"The Underworld Man" cautioned, "You can certainly do this normally, but what about now?"

As he spoke, "The Underworld Taoist" glanced at the illusory figures.

Raphael hesitated for a moment: "That's true."

He then took out a measuring cylinder from his "space pocket," preparing to carefully weigh it, when he suddenly realized: "You—"

"Are you able to leave this extremely yin place?"

"The Underworld Taoist" was clearly taken aback for a moment: "I'm just a figment of your imagination, so what restrictions do I have?"

Raphael's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Damn it, this hallucination is really creepy today."

The "puppet" that had been killed earlier said, "Now you know fear?"

Dunn smiled and said, "Young man, you must concentrate on things like making potions."

Raphael waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, alright, you don't need to say anything."

He continued weighing the "lust demon's" blood, when the measuring cylinder in his hand spoke: "Hey, hey, what is that stuff? You're going to pour it into my body? You know that will kill me?"

As the graduated cylinder spoke, it struggled desperately, making it impossible for Raphael to weigh it.

After trying for a while, an frustrated Raphael placed the bottle containing the blood of the "Succubus" on the beach.

Then he slammed the graduated cylinder away, yelling, "What the hell are you talking about with that broken graduated cylinder?"

A monk wearing a kasaya and a five-Buddha crown said gently, "Oh dear, don't be in such a hurry. Even if that thing is useless, you shouldn't throw it around. What if it hits a child? Even if it doesn't hit a child, it's not good to hit the flowers and plants."

Raphael clenched his fists: "Ah, help! Even Tang Sanzang has come out! Is anyone going to rip his intestines out and strangle him?!"

Rosell smiled and pointed at Raphael: "Bro, that's a good joke!"

"Not bad, my ass!" Raphael completely broke down. "I was just mixing a potion, can't you guys just behave yourselves?!"

At this moment, the "devilish personality" said, "Forget it, let's just bow down to the beginning. Being someone's dog is something I've done before, back in my company before I transmigrated."

Raphael shouted, "You get out too!"

He sat on the ground, panting heavily, as hallucinations surrounded him again, each one talking in turn.

Raphael held his head and gritted his teeth for a while, then got up again, pushed aside the illusory figures, picked up the bottle containing the blood of the "Succubus," and then found the measuring cylinder.

"Devil Personality" said in an exaggerated tone, "Big Brother, you're amazing! You can still keep concocting potions under such pressure. We're all counting on you. If you can't handle it, just yell at me a couple more times. I promise I won't talk back, and I won't let you yell at me away."

Raphael said nothing, and as the graduated cylinder struggled, he began pouring the blood of the "Succubus" into it.

When it reached about 130 milliliters, another hand suddenly grabbed Raphael's wrist: "Are you sure this is 130 milliliters?"

Raphael looked up and saw it was Hugh.

He glanced at the graduated cylinder again, and the graduations on it suddenly changed; the mark for 130 milliliters kept going up and down.

Raphael put down the measuring cylinder, his spiritual perception completely disrupted.

He sighed and sat on the beach, feeling quite frustrated.

The words of those around him continued to drill into his mind, making him increasingly irritable.

Suddenly, Raphael looked at Hugh.

I can't worry about that now, I need to get promoted first.

So he immediately took out paper and pen and wrote to Hugh, asking her to come and help him. Compared to his other friends or subordinates, Raphael trusted Hugh more.

Then Raphael summoned the messenger Payne.

As soon as Payne emerged from the spirit world, he noticed that Raphael's condition was a bit off.

Raphael, his eyes bloodshot, handed the letter to Payne with trembling hands.

At this point, Dunn said to Payne, "Give the letter to Klein, let me see how he's doing."

Payne, of course, couldn't hear the words of the character Raphael was imagining. He was about to take the letter when he suddenly heard Raphael roar, "Who said to give the letter to Klein? I have no connection with him whatsoever, what good would it do him?"

Payne was startled and took the letter, asking, "Then who are you going to give it to?"

"For whom?" Raphael sneered. "Can't you figure it out yourself?"

He also began to see Payne as a figment of his imagination.

Payne was taken aback. The recipient had to make the messenger think for himself?

Russell stroked his handsome little mustache and said, "I suggest Audrey; I've heard she's a beautiful noblewoman."

At this moment, Raphael yelled at the person beside him, "Audrey? Why give her to her? Because she's pretty? You bastard whose brain is filled with lust!"

Payne asked, "So, who should we give it to?"

Raphael again mistook Payne for a hallucination: "For whom? For Audrey!"

Payne nodded. "Okay."

He guessed that it was most likely a letter asking for help, so he didn't dare to delay and immediately entered the spirit world after having a target.

Raphael looked at his hands belatedly: "Where's my letter? Where's the letter I just wrote? Which scoundrel stole my letter?"

Backlund, the mansion of Earl Hall.

Audrey was watching the fireworks display with her family on the terrace when suddenly Susie, who was lying next to her, looked up and gazed at a corner of the terrace. Audrey, sensing this, also looked at that corner of the terrace.

Payne suddenly appeared, but because there were other people around, he was in the shadows. He then tossed the letter to Audrey.

Neither Earl Hall nor the others noticed Payne's appearance. Only Audrey's second brother, Alfred, sensed it, but Payne left before he could activate his spiritual vision.

Alfred noticed that Audrey had an extra letter in her hand, but he didn't think much of it, considering that his sister was now an Extraordinary as well.

As a saint, Audrey recognized him as Raphael's messenger.

She made an excuse to leave, opened the letter in the deserted corridor, and read it under a gas lamp.

Audrey was stunned when she saw it for the first time. This letter was for Hugh, so why was it delivered to her?

Just as she was beginning to think that these were letters between Raphael and Hugh, and that she didn't think they were good, her eyes honestly scanned downwards.

Audrey was somewhat surprised and carefully read the following text: "I am in a very bad state right now. I don't even know what I am writing. The letters on the letter are jumping and changing. Hurry up and have the messenger bring you here to help me prepare a potion."

Raphael is in danger!

Audrey was about to enter the "dream" and use "dream jump" to deliver the letter to Hugh, but then she thought that it would take time to explain to Hugh, and she would definitely have to go and see for herself, so she might as well go by herself!

She is a "psychologist" at the saint level. Even if the other person is in a bad state, she can stabilize them through "hypnosis".

Audrey quickly turned into an empty room, hastily set up a simple altar, and summoned Raphael's messenger.

Just then, Payne, who had been wandering around the spirit world, appeared. Audrey said, "Take me to Raphael quickly."

Payne nodded, and the space between the two suddenly became illusory, appearing in the spirit world in the blink of an eye.

Audrey watched as the spirit creatures around her kept retreating, clearly aware that Payne was also in a hurry, and she felt the urgency of the situation once again.

Soon, Audrey appeared on a beach and saw Raphael sitting on the ground, panting heavily. Not far from him was a large cauldron and ingredients for making potions.

Audrey was about to ask how to concoct the potion when Raphael spoke first: "Good, another person. This beach is really lively today!"

Audrey was taken aback. She looked around. The messenger had also left, and now there were only the two of them on the beach. Where was the liveliness?

"How many times have I told you, you stinky monk, stop nagging!" Raphael spoke in Mandarin, which Audrey didn't quite catch, but she roughly understood that Raphael was probably hallucinating, or rather, he was imagining a lot of characters.

Audrey, being a perfect fit for the job, first offered Raphael a "reassurance".

Raphael's eyes narrowed as he looked at Audrey: "Heh, overestimating yourself. Want to fight? Then let's have a match."

The spiritual energy around him was instantly compressed, forming a very special and terrifying aura around him.

Audrey was somewhat surprised. Her spirit and mind suddenly felt immense pressure. Raphael was still Raphael, but she felt as if she were facing a semi-mythical being.

At that moment, Raphael suddenly reached out and plunged his hand into his chest, tearing out his own heart.

Audrey suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if all her strength had been drained away, causing her to collapse to the ground.

Raphael then reached for his own eyes, clearly intending to attack them.

Audrey quickly replied, "I'm Audrey!"

As she spoke, Audrey used her "audience" ability, appearing very sincere.

Under the influence of his "audience" ability, Raphael believed Audrey's words: "You—how did you get here?"

Audrey clutched her chest, her face contorted in pain, and said, "Of course I received your letter."

Raphael was taken aback: "I mailed the letter, how did it end up with you?"

Roselle's phantom looked helpless: "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

Raphael then looked at Audrey: "It's good that you're here. Quickly help me prepare the potion—"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a piece of paper flew toward Audrey.

The phantom of "The Underworld Taoist" said, "Oh dear, young friend, you're too naive. How could you so easily give away the potion formula? What if she's just a figment of your imagination?"

Raphael laughed, then burst into laughter: "How could I possibly imagine such a stupid phantom as you? So what if Audrey is also a phantom? It just means I threw the potion recipe on the beach. But what if she's real? She could be of help! Hahaha, you guys are so stupid!"

Audrey didn't have time to listen to Raphael's "soliloquy"; she quickly glanced at the contents of the paper: Main Material: Extraordinary Properties.

Auxiliary materials: 130 ml of "Lustful Demon" blood, one black heart of "Great Demon", one Holy Emblem of the Church of True God, and the hearts of 99 Extraordinary Beings.

Although Audrey's heart had just been severely damaged, a saint would recover quickly.

After obtaining the potion recipe, she checked the ingredients. After confirming the properties and the four auxiliary ingredients, she checked that the pot was indeed clean before adding the already weighed "Lust Demon" blood.

Then he threw in a black heart, a symbol of the Church of the Night, a sack full of the hearts of extraordinary beings, and poured them all in. Finally, he added the extraordinary characteristic: a blood-red, half-open flower.

Audrey looked at the huge pot of ingredients in front of her and wondered how big a pot of potion this would turn into.

Just then, a bright red liquid suddenly flowed in the pot, causing the hearts to collapse and the Black Night Emblem to turn into dust.

The last small clump of bright red liquid flowed up the side of the pot. Audrey quickly grabbed the measuring cylinder she had just used, filled it with the potion, and handed it to Raphael.

Raphael said, "Thank you."

The phantom of "The Underworld Man" said, "You can't drink it, it's poison."

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