Mystery: The Witch of Desire

What do you need us to do?

The Fool nodded slightly and continued.

"You can try a ritual spell in your spare time. It doesn't have to be too formal; just have an undisturbed environment... Place four new candles on the altar, one in each of the four corners, and place a main dish under each of the four candles... Use a silver knife to create a sealed spiritual environment..."

"...use a blend of moonflower, peppermint, deep sleep flower, citronella, and rock rose, distill to extract the essential oil, and add a drop to each candle..."

Miss Justice seemed very interested in this, and as soon as Fang finished taking notes, she couldn't wait to ask:

"And what about the incantation, Mr. Fool? What is the corresponding incantation?"

Livre and the Hanged Man stopped recording and turned to look at the Fool.

The Fool, shrouded in a gray mist, tapped the edge of the long table lightly with his fingers and answered in Hermes, his voice flat and unwavering:

"Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, you are the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune..."

Chapter 146 The Face-to-Face Meeting Begins

A fool who doesn't belong to this era... A mysterious ruler above the gray fog... The king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune...

As Liviel silently recited these three descriptions, a storm suddenly raged within her.

As Chik's 'favorite,' she knew very well what the Fool's three-part description meant in other rituals:

It is almost equivalent to "the source of all disasters, the witch who controls chaos, and the symbol of destruction and the end of the world"!

That represents, that points to, seven gods who look down upon the entire world!

Is Mr. Fool truly a being as powerful as a god?

"If the ritual magic designed by the Fool can truly be directed at him, then we must use 'He' as a respectful term, a third-person honorific used to describe deities and similar beings..."

“I had previously doubted that Mr. Fool’s status was inferior to that of the true god, but now, after hearing this name, I may have to reconsider…”

"No, not necessarily. The son of that evil god of the Rose School, the agent of the Great Master, also possesses a three-tiered title. But that being should also be an angel-level powerhouse. Moreover, Mr. Fool's title sounds higher than his rank... In this light, Mr. Fool might indeed be a true god..."

Liviel pondered with some trepidation, realizing that forging the diary to test Mr. Fool was too risky. Even if He truly was a transmigrator, would He retain the emotions and ways of behaving of a human from Earth after becoming a god?

"Should I just confess to Him directly? Or should I kneel down in that villa at 36 Iron Cross Street to repent and beg Him to forgive my disrespect?"

As Livre was lost in thought, on the other side, the Hanged Man and Justice were also extremely shocked. Everyone understood what these three-part honorifics meant.

At the head of the bronze table, Mr. Fool, with one hand on his forehead, looking as if everything was expected, continued speaking to himself:

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you remember?"

"what……"

Miss Justice snapped out of her shock and quickly materialized the spell she had recorded. Livre and the Hanged Man did the same.

After confirming that everyone's records were accurate, Mr. Fool smiled slightly and said:

"If this attempt succeeds, then next time we can slightly modify the incantation to achieve our desired goal."

"No later than Wednesday, I hope you can find the time to complete this ceremony."

"Follow your will."

The three composed themselves and answered respectfully. Livre sensed that this was the most respectful response the Tarot Club had ever given.

"Following the Hanged Man's suggestion last time, the important business is followed by a chat. Who wants to start?"

Mr. Fool gestured for him to proceed.

Miss Justice pondered for a moment and said:

"Mr. Fool, your suggestions on examination and screening and separation of administrative and political affairs have been endorsed by many members of parliament. I believe that it may actually become a reality. Of course, given the efficiency of the Kingdom's government, the plan may not be available for at least six months."

Miss Justice's circle indeed includes a large number of powerful figures. What should have been just a fantasy in the minds of 'keyboard warriors' has so easily become a reality... Tsk tsk, this Tarot gathering really gives one the feeling of accidentally stumbling into a heavenly palace... Where is Mr. Hanged Man? Does he also have some kind of special ability? Could he be some kind of pirate general or something?

Upon hearing this, Livre let her thoughts wander freely, while Mr. Hanged Man simply replied sarcastically:

"I hope so."

He paused for a few seconds, glanced at the Fool at the head of the bronze table, and carefully chose his words:

“In recent decades, the activities of various clandestine organizations have been on the rise, and several new, large-scale organizations with considerable power have even emerged.”

Mr. Fool simply smiled and said ambiguously:

“Some ancient forces are awakening.”

"Yeah……"

The Hanged Man muttered to himself, as if he had thought of something.

Ancient power...

Livre pondered, and some things came to mind.

She carefully considered her words before speaking, following "justice" and "the Hanged Man":

"The Witch Cult appears to be planning attacks on civilian vessels off the coast of Rune. Their motives are unknown. Recently, my companions and I thwarted their attack on a passenger ship."

Xiaobai is also one of my partners...

Livre silently repeated this to herself, trying to convince herself that what she was saying was not a lie.

She drew inspiration from the instigator named Triss's plot to attack the passenger ship with venomous snakes. As for expanding the scope to the coast of Rune, firstly, she didn't want to reveal her location, and secondly, she wanted to smear the Witch Cult more, laying the groundwork for her subsequent request to Mr. Fool to confront the Witch Cult.

Upon hearing this, Miss Justice sat up straight and said with a hint of respect in her tone:

“My love, thank you for your contributions to protecting the kingdom. However…”

"What kind of organization is the Witch Cult? I've heard about it once before, but I don't know much about it."

There was a hint of curiosity in her eyes, which was normal; what girl who loves the occult wouldn't be interested in witches?

Livre was delighted and prepared to give as much detail as possible so that this wealthy young lady would owe her even more favors.

She cleared her throat and began to reveal:

"The Witch Cult worships the 'Primal Witch,' believing that this hidden being is the true successor of the Creator, born from chaos and from within the Creator, and will inevitably be the 'Ultimate One' who ends everything."

"Their pathways are related to this, because in order to obtain the blessings of the 'Primal Witch' and get closer to this hidden being, the higher-ups are all women, which is why they are called the Witch Cult."

"The witches' mission is to spread disaster. Their Sequence 9 is the assassin, Sequence 8 is the instigator, and Sequence 7 is the sorceress."

Livre didn't mention that Sequence 7 would turn into a woman, but she believed that this information was worth a separate intelligence fee.

She considered it for a moment, then added, slightly embarrassed:

"It has to be said that almost all witches, well, have one thing in common: they are wanton. They are particularly uninhibited in matters of love and even enjoy it. This may be related to the role they play."

She used the word "almost" in order to exclude herself.

Miss Justice was taken aback upon hearing this, and the curiosity she had about the witch vanished.

Mr. Hanged Man, who had been leaning forward, sat back down. He seemed to want to add something, but after listening to what Livre had to say, he realized he had nothing more to add: Miss Lover knew too much about the Witch Cult.

Miss Justice listened and nodded gratefully.

"Thank you, Miss Lover, I have learned a lot more."

"It's alright, I'm sure I'll need your help sometime in the future."

Having achieved her goal, Livre smiled in response, pondering how much she should ask Miss Justice for next time. 200 pounds? No, she'd ask for 300 pounds first, giving her room to bargain.

However, Miss Justice didn't seem to like owing favors to others. After a slight hesitation, she said:

“You have explained this valuable knowledge to me three times now, and I should pay you back. Hmm… I think I can offer you 1000 gold pounds or the equivalent in extraordinary materials. Do you think that amount is reasonable?”

Livre was taken aback, then became somewhat stunned.

£1000!

Good heavens, how rich must Miss Justice be to offer a reward of 1000 pounds like that? Even though the information she provided was indeed very valuable…

The Hanged Man standing to the side seemed somewhat envious, but said nothing. He had also gained a lot of knowledge from the information Livre shared, and could be considered a beneficiary as well.

Mr. Fool remained seated at the head of the table, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest of his chair, without any change in his posture. It made sense, for how could such a great man care about a mere 1000 gold pounds?

Livre forced herself to suppress her excitement and said with a smile:

“Of course it makes sense. I’d be happy to have the opportunity to explain other things to you again. Well, you can transfer the money directly to my anonymous account in Backlund. I’ll write down the receiving account number for you.”

She asked Mr. Fool for paper and pen, then wrote down her anonymous account information in Backlund and handed it to Miss Justice. At that moment, she was genuinely glad that she had spent £30 with Sharon to obtain official identification; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to open the anonymous account or receive the £1000 without revealing her location.

After finishing writing, Livre handed the paper to Miss Justice.

Justice took the paper, glanced at it, and without any sign of heartache or reluctance, smiled and said:

"I will transfer the money to your account as soon as possible."

Livre nodded repeatedly, as if she could already smell the ink of the gold pound.

After the transaction was completed, Mr. Fool glanced at Livre and said calmly:

"Miss, tell me in detail about the Witch Cult's attack on the passenger ship."

"Yes."

Livre nodded in agreement and continued:

“A few days ago, my companion and I discovered that an instigator had instructed others to purchase a large number of venomous snakes, put them in wooden boxes, and planned to drop the boxes onto a passenger ship and then release the snakes to attack the passengers.”

Mr. Fool tapped his fingers as he asked:

Are there any other clues?

Livre thought for a moment, then said carefully:

"The instigator was called 'Tris,' and had a round face that looked a bit chubby."

Mr. Fool remained silent upon hearing this. After a moment, his gaze swept over the crowd, and he said with a smile:

"If there's nothing else to share, then let's call it a day."

"Follow your will."

The three of them stood up at the same time.

After a sudden feeling of falling, the illusory crimson shattered, and Livia returned to her room.

Phew... This is a really good deal, I got 1000 pounds right away!

She untied the knotted white rope, a joyful smile on her face.

However, she soon realized that something more important than 1000 pounds.

The forged diary entry has been handed over to Mr. Fool.

He could come to 36 Iron Cross Street at any time!

After a moment's thought, Liviel took all the magical items with her, packed them up briefly, and prepared to stay at No. 36 Iron Cross Street for a while.

She had figured it out. If Mr. Fool really was a deity, then she wouldn't have time to run away now. A deity could very well locate her through that note, even if she had a homeless man write it for her.

It would be better to stay and face it. From what we can see so far, Mr. Fool has not shown any malice and may even be a fellow countryman of our time traveler.

Liviel had already imagined a thrilling scenario in her mind: she was transported to another world, and a fellow traveler from her hometown, also a traveler, took her flying.

However, now that he has come into contact with another deity, he wonders how Chick will react.

After a moment's thought, Livre decided not to pray to Chick about this, even though He might already be aware of it.

My entire life seems to be unfolding under Chick's arrangement, and I urgently need external forces to counteract this arrangement and break it.

After completing her preparations, Livre performed another divination, confirming that the journey was not too dangerous. She then went to Fors and Hugh's room, explaining that she would be leaving for a while, and left them a mirror.

"If you encounter any danger, you can break the mirror to let me know. However, if the mirror breaks on its own..."

As she spoke, a resolute expression appeared on her face:

"That means I'm in trouble. Don't hesitate, run immediately. That's no match for you."

Fors and Hugh looked grave, both recognizing the danger Livia was facing on her journey.

Xiu tiptoed and patted her on the shoulder:

"Take care of yourself."

Fors looked at her through teary eyes:

“Miss Marilyn Monroe, you must come back.”

"I will wait for you, wait to defeat the demon with you again."