Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 391 Revenge Scheme

Audrey Hall is practicing a new piano piece in the piano room.

Suddenly, a gray fog surged before my eyes, and a figure was praying within it.

"...Please tell Miss 'Justice' that I need all the information about the Psycho-Alchemy Society..."

At the same time, the "Fool" above the gray fog also threw out a paper figure, which transformed into an angel, descending with a dreamlike phosphorescent light and embracing Audrey's body.

This is a paper angel combining the power of gray fog and dreamlike phosphorescence, and it is the highest level of angelic protection that Mr. "Fool" can currently provide.

"What is Mr. 'World' going to do?" Audrey Hall, relying on her Sequence 5 physical abilities and spirituality, did not stop playing her instrument despite her dazed state, but her mind was already active.

After exploring the world through travelogues, she has gained a deep understanding of Mr. "World," and can be said to be the person who understands Mr. "World" best besides Mr. "Star."

"Bishop John Constantine seems to have been transferred from Backlund recently, and now Mr. 'World' is tasked with investigating psychological alchemy?"

"Could it be on Mr. 'The Fool's' orders?"

Audrey seemed to have touched upon deeper information about the Tarot, and she became somewhat excited, her dancing fingers becoming more lively.

As the piece ended, Audrey lifted her skirt slightly, stood up, and bowed gently to her piano teacher.

"My psychology teacher hasn't come in a long time, has she?" Audrey asked her personal maid.

"Miss Islant has left Backlund." The maid's response surprised Audrey.

"Then help me make preparations to invite a highly respected psychology master. I have a few questions to ask him." Audrey planned to use this as a pretext to approach the higher-ups of the Psychological Alchemy Society.

"Yes!" The maid slowly withdrew, while Audrey went to the study to prepare for the meeting.

"Susie? Remember to keep a close eye on me. If anything happens in the next few days, let me know in private." Audrey was both excited and scared.

"Okay!" Susie wagged her tail and happily agreed.

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"My father's death is related to Viscount Stratford..." Hugh felt a moment of disorientation when he received the news from Mr. "The World".

"Hugh..." Fors looked at Hugh with a worried expression.

"That's very possible!" Hugh judged with a "judge's" intuition. "He took my father's place, so he likely knows the inside story, and might even... have carried it out himself!"

Hugh's expression was a mixture of excitement and sadness.

"I can't deal with him on my own. I have to join forces with Mr. 'World' and cooperate with him!" She had made her decision.

"Then let's go! I'll go with you!" Fors unconditionally supported her best friend.

Afterwards, Fors, who was prone to procrastination, unusually dragged Hugh out the door and headed towards the Viscount Fordford's mansion in Queens.

"It would be good to help the Tarot Club members settle their scores while we're at it."

Klein leisurely enjoyed a cup of aromatic coffee in a lavishly decorated café.

On the causal line, Miss "Judgment" and that Viscount Stratford are in a deadlock, making it hard for Klein to miss them.

Based on the information already gathered, the relationship between this viscount and Hugh is self-evident.

"The power of the 'Favored Ones of Cause and Effect' also has its limits; they need to rely on experience, information, and other resources to aid their judgment." Klein felt that he had completely become the mastermind behind the scenes.

After finishing his coffee, Klein paid the bill, left the coffee shop, and headed towards the place indicated by cause and effect.

At the same time, Viscount Stefford had already left his residence, with Fors and Hugh following at a distance, looking for an opportunity.

"Why haven't we heard from Mr. 'World' yet?" Fors was getting impatient.

On the contrary, it was Hugh, the person involved, who adjusted himself to his best condition.

"It's time!" At that moment, both Hugh and Fors had a strange feeling, and subconsciously knew that it was time.

They couldn't understand what methods were used, but that didn't stop them from making up their minds.

The two quickened their pace and approached the factory area.

"What's going on?" Viscount Steward's mind raced, sensing something was wrong, and he was already considering retreating.

"Why did the witch cult invite me to meet here?"

"Yes, why would the Witch Cult be so familiar with the Palace Guard Captain?"

Bishop John Constantine, dressed in a white robe, suddenly appeared in the factory area, carrying a young woman who had fainted.

The causal thread led him here, but it did not explain why.

"you……"

Viscount Stratford's pupils contracted sharply as he recognized John Constantine, the bishop who had recently risen to prominence but then suddenly disappeared.

He turned and ran away, not daring to face the bishop, but the next moment, a chill ran down his spine.

"The Cold Blade", "The Spirit Piercing"!

Hugh had already burst through the obstacles and was only a few meters away from Viscount Steward, arriving in the blink of an eye.

"Hypnosis! Stop!" Fors had already taken out a travel notebook and turned to the page on hypnosis.

This notebook is also available for rent at the Tarot Club. It records many powerful and extraordinary abilities. Moreover, Fors is now backed by the entire Abraham family!

Viscount Stratford felt a blur before his eyes, and the world became hazy. His mental defenses were completely shattered, and his body was unable to move. Then the "cold blade" pierced through his body!

"die!"

Feeling a chill spreading through him, Viscount Stratford, deeply threatened with death, disregarded his guard against Bishop John behind him and, regaining his composure, immediately delivered a stern judgment.

His eyes had turned gold, exuding a powerful majesty.

At the same time, a copper-green cross appeared in his hand, suddenly radiating a powerful and pure light!

"Spatial Exile!" Fors turned to another page, driven by her spirituality, and went straight to the page that recorded the power of demigods.

Viscount Stratford felt the "cold blade" within his body being drawn out, but the space before him suddenly collapsed, and an inexplicable force was pulling him, trying to banish him to a dangerous place.

"The Realm Without Darkness!"

In this critical moment, he directly pierced his own finger with the bronze cross in his hand, using his blood to unleash the cross's strongest power.

A domain centered on him spread out, excluding all forces that did not belong to him.

The power of spatial exile and the power of the "Darknessless Realm" reached a stalemate, and after reaching a certain limit, they exploded!

"Cough cough!" Viscount Stratford emerged from the center of the explosion, his body badly injured by the spatial exile blast, nearly severed by spatial fragments.

(End of this chapter)