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Chapter 186 "Brave Bar"
After mobilizing her spirituality and cleaning the safe house with black flames, Angel put on the "Ring of Madness" again, left the one-bedroom apartment with simple facilities, took a long detour, returned from the dock area to the Backlund Bridge area, and returned to her residence on Red Rose Street.
Although she knew that her hunger was just a negative effect of the magical item and not really caused by not eating for a long time, after returning home, she still made herself a simple midnight snack to satisfy her long-accumulated appetite.
"It seems that I have to wear this ring as little as possible in the future. It's okay for a short period of time. If I wear it for a long time, I'm afraid it will not only be a need for food, but also other needs..." After
playing with the ring with a simple shape and complex patterns for a while, Angel put it in a small iron box and carefully kept it.
After all, this is a magical item worth 2,000 pounds. In the future, if you want to sneak into the "Witch Sect", you will have to rely on its psychological "strangeness".
Of course, she was not going to return to Mr. A's Beyonder gathering anytime soon. The role she played was a witch who left Tingen City and tried to get rid of the "Witch Cult". After being followed by an unidentified instigator, she immediately returned to the gathering where her identity had been exposed. It would be too deliberate.
At least a week should be allowed... Mr. A's gatherings would be held every two or three days, and they were held continuously in the past few days. She could find time to go at any time. It would be better to make some more "Storm Gathering". Maybe the golden mask would continue to buy them.
She planned to go to the "Brave Bar" on Tiemen Street in the Bridge District the next day. There, she could buy all kinds of guns and ammunition without a gun license. Angel had not used any of the bullets he brought to Backlund, but almost all of them were made into special bullets for sale, which needed to be replenished urgently.
And according to Dominic, the person in charge knew the time of another gathering, and he could get him to introduce her for a little money.
The role of the witch also needed to be put on the agenda. Although she was short of money now and could not afford the formula and materials of Sequence 6 even after digesting the potion, it was better to be prepared. Improving strength always came first.
She was going to read the newspaper and look for some acting opportunities, or work part-time at the divination club and try to be a "witch" who is proficient in magic mirror divination.
Maybe I can become a great fortune teller...
Looking at the yellow crystal pendant on her wrist, Angel blinked quickly and quickly lowered her sleeves to cover the pendant and the "secret holy emblem" that reflected the light.
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Around the noisy boxing ring and the dog-catching-rat competition venue of the "Brave Bar", squeezed through the sweaty crowd, Angel came to the third billiard room and gently opened the door.
"Excuse me, is Kaspars Kanlinin here?"
She asked in a low voice, like a spy making a contact.
"I was introduced by the 'old man'."
Remembering the code Dominic said, she added.
The two men in the billiard room looked at each other, and the older one shook his head: "Come in."
He had a huge scar on his right cheek that went through his eyes and the corner of his mouth. He was about fifty years old and his hair was a little gray.
The other younger player put down the billiard cue, left the room, and closed the door.
Caspers also threw the pool cue onto the table, limped to the wall, sat on a low stool, stared at Angel and asked, "What do you need?"
"Large-caliber pistol bullets, 50 rounds."
The latter took out a pistol bullet he carried with him and indicated to the other party that he needed this caliber.
"A total of 2 pounds, do you need a pistol?"
Caspers quoted a price.
This is nearly twice as expensive as the weapon shop, but I didn't bring my weapon license to Backlund, so I could only accept his high premium...
Angel shook her head helplessly, took out a two-pound note and handed it to the other party, and soon got the large-caliber bullets neatly packed in a cardboard box and coated with protective grease.
"I heard that you can take people to a secret party?"
She asked casually while checking the bullets.
"Hmph, that place is not easy to get into, especially for a guy like you who is unfamiliar with it."
Caspers looked at Angel's face that was not impressive, paused for a moment, and continued:
"Tomorrow night at 8 o'clock, if you really want to attend the party, come here, the fee is also 2 pounds, no waiting after the time."
"Thank you, I will be there on time."
Holding the bullet, Angel left the billiard room, and her eyes involuntarily looked at the dog catching the rat game. A new peak showdown has begun, and the bettors on both sides roared to cheer for their dogs, which made her feel a little itchy.
"No, this is not my idea, it's the side effect of the 'Frenzy Ring'..."
Warning herself in a low voice, she pushed open the door of the bar like she was escaping, and returned to the foggy street.
In the cold wind of the evening, she gradually suppressed her inner desire to gamble.
Another part of the reason was that she really didn't have much money on her...
After giving Dominic 600 pounds, Angel had less than 130 pounds on her. Although she earned 150 pounds from selling 20 "Storm Gathering", she bought a lot of materials and furniture in the past two days to enrich her warm home, and rented a safe house in the East District. At this time, her savings were only 200 pounds, and she spent money like water.
"Once I sell this batch of bullets, I should be able to make a lot of money..."
Holding the heavy bullets in her pocket tightly, she entered the nearest subway station and bought a second-class ticket.
Since being followed by the instigator of the Witch Cult, she now goes to the safe house in the East District before going home, disinfects it with "Black Flame" and then returns to Red Rose Street, even though she is now in the Bridge District, on Iron Gate Street less than two blocks away from Red Rose Street.
The steam subway left the subway station, dragging smoke that was no less than its counterparts on the ground. Angel withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the "Backlund Post" in his hand.
This is a popular newspaper in Backlund. The advertisements published are mainly about the city. This makes it easier for her to find acting opportunities nearby, and she won't see advertisements from Enmat Harbor, Constant, or even the Republic of Intis.
With the clanging sound of wheels passing through the gaps between the rails, Angel's eyes quickly scanned the small advertisements in the gaps between the newspapers.
"Looking for a lost cat, this is something that ordinary detectives can do, but speaking of cats, can I also keep one, so that I will be more like an evil 'witch'... Missing person notice? Aren't you looking for the woman from Tingen?"
Angel looked at the requirements carefully and found that it was just an ordinary missing person notice, so she didn't pay any more attention.
But the next advertisement attracted her.
"Sherlock Moriarty, a private detective who is good at handling various matters, charges a reasonable fee and strictly abides by the principle of confidentiality. He lives at No. 15 Minsk Street, Cherwood District..."
As soon as she saw the name of this detective, Angel couldn't help laughing.
Although the letter composition and grammar of Loenese and English are different, the pronunciation of this detective's name happens to be the same as that of a world-famous detective.
Angel had not read the series of novels in detail, but she still had some impression of those well-known names.
Fortunately, his last name was not Holmes, otherwise, during the Industrial Revolution in another world, a person with the same name and surname as the famous consulting detective appeared in a city similar to Victorian London, and his profession happened to be a detective. It was simply a coincidence of fate.
But Moriarty...
couldn't it be such a coincidence?
Angel suddenly wanted to meet this detective.
She folded the corner of the newspaper and marked it. She kept this information in mind. If she passed by Cherwood in the future, she might have a chance to find this combination of super detective and super criminal.
After flipping through a few more pages of advertisements, Angel did not find an opportunity to use her magic mirror for divination and play the role of a "witch".
But when she saw the advertisement of detective Sherlock, she was also moved. She felt that she could try to advertise, create a mysterious witch image, and play a suitable role by accepting commissions.
However, this might expose her real address. Would she have to rent a new house again?
After repeated weighing, Angel gave up the idea.
"Unless I find a part-time job at the divination club, I can advertise it through advertising, otherwise advertising may not be worth the effort..."
The subway slowly stopped, Angel folded the newspaper and walked towards the door.
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Rorsted Islands, Olawi Port, the captain's room of the ghost ship "Blue Avenger".
Alger Wilson did not go ashore with his crew members to the nearest "Red Theater" to release their nature, but waited in his own small space.
"Your Excellency, the 'River and Sea Church' in Tingen City replied to the telegram, which arrived here after being forwarded by Pritz Port."
A sailor, who was also a believer of the Lord of Storms, knocked on the door and then came in and said, holding an envelope in his hand with a lead seal on it.
"Very good, the news didn't leak out?"
Alger raised his head and looked at his confidant among the crew.
"Pritz Port was sent by Lord Sainz himself, and I received the copy in the receiving room myself, without passing it through anyone else."
He handed the envelope to Alger, then left the captain's room and closed the door.
The Hanged Man Alger looked at the envelope in front of him, and his heartbeat quickened.
The secret of the Queen was contained in this envelope.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 187: The Divination Witch
Alger reached out his hand, hesitantly tore open the seal, and took out the letter from the envelope.
The telegram was only three thin pages, but two pages were filled with writing. The cross-sea telegram needed to be sent here via the submarine cable via Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Islands. The efficiency was low. If he did not have the identity of the Church of Storms, it would be difficult to pass on this amount of information.
Spreading out the letter, Alger looked at the first page, which was also the page with the least content.
This telegram came from Hagrid in the "Wild Heart" bar, a former pirate who had been saved by him a few years ago and retired from the sea robbery team.
It recorded a forged identity information: "Name: Angel Granger; Gender: Female; Date of Birth: June 28, 1331."
If Miss "Queen" forged her identity for herself, then she would be called "Angel Granger" now?
Thinking of Miss Queen's explanation of "my friend" at the first Tarot meeting, Alger smiled.
Below the identity information was a simple family relationship and resume. Heiger specifically mentioned that he had already put this document in Backlund's Central Archives. No matter who checked it, no one could find anything unusual.
Did this guy think I was going to call him to task?
Alger sneered, put the page aside, and looked at the second page.
This piece of letter paper was filled with content. It came from the archives of the "River and Sea Church" in Tingen City, recording a battle between extraordinary people in Tingen City on the morning of September 2.
In the central park in the north district, the Tingen City Night Watcher Squad fought fiercely with the Witch Cult, the Aurora Society, and a woman pregnant with the offspring of the "True Creator". The bombs planted by the cultists in advance caused dozens of deaths, including New Party members, and hundreds of injuries. In
the end, the arrival of the evil god was prevented, and the extraordinary people of the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult died on the spot, and the Night Watchers also suffered heavy casualties.
The "True Creator" believed in by the Aurora Society actually tried to descend on Tingen City? I remember there were more than 100,000 people there. They were really crazy... But what does this have to do with the information I need?
Looking at this page of battle records that had nothing to do with the content of the first piece of letter paper, Alger frowned slightly, but he knew the ability of his friend who entrusted him to do things, and knew that he would not waste the precious opportunity to send a message on useless information.
Turning his eyes to the last page of the letter paper, Alger read it quickly with a hint of expectation.
This was the mission report of the "Manufactured Punishers" team in Tingen City.
After receiving the telegram from the Night Watchman and learning that the offspring of the evil god was about to descend on Tingen, they unsealed the sealed object 2-044 "Storm Bell" kept by the Tingen City team and went to the North District Street Park to participate in the battle.
After arriving at the scene, the Manufactured Punishers found that the battle was over. The entire park was almost blown into ruins by the explosives buried underground. Blood and flames, wounded and limbs were everywhere. The ground pierced by the beam of light from the sky had turned into a small pond, which was formed by the water gushing out after the underground water pipe was broken.
Only one young Nightwatchman with a crazy look was still alive. The Heir of the Evil God and His Mother, the "Rose Bishop" and the "Pleasure Witch" were all killed. The captain of the Tingen team and two other members died in the battle. The Beyonder characteristics of the enemy and the friendly ones fell to the ground.
From the literary narration of the Punisher who participated in the operation and helped to clean up the mess, Alger could imagine the fierceness of the battle at that time.
At the end of the mission report, the Punisher who participated in the funeral of the heroes who defended Tingen recorded the names of several people.
Dunn Smith, Klein Moretti, Angel... Angel Granger?
Alger immediately turned back to the first page of the letter and confirmed the connection between the three telegrams.
Angel Granger, this is the false identity that Miss "Queen" created in Hagrid.
Is she dead? Died in the battle against the Heir of the Evil God?
The time does match. September 2nd is Sunday... She attended the Tarot Club that week, and then Qilingos was killed by the Fool's followers. I was stranded in Backlund and worried about being monitored, so I asked Mr. Fool for leave. Then the Tarot Club on September 3rd was cancelled, and she didn't attend the next meeting.
But Mr. Fool said she was just taking a long-term leave...
Alger's eyes kept moving between several pieces of letter paper, and finally returned to the page with the identity information, and returned to the date of birth.
She just turned 18...
Recalling the tall figure hidden behind the gray fog at the Tarot Club, Alger felt a little bitter.
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"You look only 18 years old, are you really an adult? Our divination club does not allow minors to join. Of course, if you are just doing divination, there is no problem."
The waitress opposite Angel looked at her with a suspicious look.
This is a divination club in the southern part of the bridge. Angel found the "playing" place from a newspaper advertisement.
As a club in the capital Backlund, their membership fee is not expensive, only 15 pounds, and an additional 5 pounds is required to renew the membership every year. You can have a separate divination room, free coffee or tea, buy meals at a preferential price, and read many newspapers, magazines and professional books.
But I didn't expect to hit a wall at the first hurdle of joining the club.
Angel is now wearing the "Frenzy Ring". In the eyes of others, her face is not her original appearance, but a face with freckles, round cheeks, and a green face.
Cole Granger took the witch potion and became a woman. He was 24 years old, but Angel's body now, after the transformation of the potion, is indeed only at the level of an adult.
The face changed by the "strangeness" of the ring does not change the age.
"I am a graduate of the History Department of Hoy University. How can you say that I am not an adult? If my classmates know that you discriminate against outsiders and spread it, the boss will probably be unhappy, right?" Angel could not produce his ID, so he could only use some extraordinary abilities to "persuade" the other party.
Fortunately, the waitress only asked casually, and she quickly succumbed to her eloquence and processed the membership application for Angel.
After writing the code name "Fortune-telling Witch" that he had already thought of on the door of his own divination room, Angel's divination was officially opened.
...
Until the afternoon, due to psychological thirst, Angel, who drank countless coffees and black teas, did not wait for any customers.
The room of the middle-aged fortune teller next to her, who was somewhat romantic, was filled with laughter. Female customers came in and out, which further highlighted the dilemma of the "Fortune-telling Witch".
This made Angel doubt his decision again.
Would it be more effective to set a fire on the Backlund Bridge and paralyze the traffic for a few hours than to sit here and wait for customers who would never come?
Her fingers kept stroking the yellow crystal on her right wrist, and she thought in a self-destructive way.
"Bang bang--"
There was a knock on the half-closed door, and then a woman pushed it open and walked in.
She wore a wide-brimmed hat with fine black gauze on the edge, covering her face, and a loose long skirt that was common in Loen. After entering the door, she took the initiative to close the door. Angel could see through the crack of the quickly closed door that there was a man in a black windbreaker standing outside, who seemed to be accompanying the woman to the club.
"Hello, I didn't expect that there would be a new fortune teller here today."
The lady's voice was soft and looked very young. She sat opposite Angel's fortune telling table, took off her hat and put it aside, revealing her beautifully curved cheeks, black curly hair and a pair of lake blue eyes.
"Hello, beautiful lady, what kind of fortune telling do you need? I can use tarot cards and pendulum fortune telling, but I am best at magic mirror fortune telling."
Angel read out the introduction that she had memorized in boredom, and then looked at the other party expectantly.
This is her first business!
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 188 Love Divination
This elegant lady is called Laura, a very common name in the Kingdom of Loen. Angel even guessed that this might be a pseudonym, and providing a pseudonym would undoubtedly have a significant impact on the divination, but she didn't care and decided to listen to the lady's request first.
"I want to divine love," Laura covered her mouth with her hand, but still showed a proud smile, "I've been very distressed recently because I don't know how to choose my suitors." Your suitors
?
Hearing this plural ending, Angel thought to himself that it was not good.
"My two main suitors, one of them is Baron Fanis. Although he lost his fiefdom in the family change a few years ago and only retained his title, he inherited his father's many factories and plantations. His family is well-off and he pursues me most enthusiastically."
As if she didn't see Angel's slightly embarrassed expression, Laura introduced herself, her beautiful lake blue eyes full of charm, as if she was recalling every bit of her relationship with the baron.
"And the other one is also difficult for me to choose. His name is Stuart. He is a captain in the Kingdom Army. At a young age, he fought in the war in the southern continent... Well, he said it was the east coast of Balam. Where is that, Feysac?" She frowned and tried to recall the geographical knowledge deep in her mind, but soon gave up. "He made contributions in the war. It is said that he will soon become a major. Such a young major!"
There was distress in Laura's beautiful eyes, as if she was choosing two equally priceless jewels.
"Who should I choose? Maybe I should listen to my father and date Baron Fanis. Maybe I should let my body make the choice and follow my heart..."
This is really a cliché love story, and it's a complicated one... Angel commented unceremoniously in his heart.
But as her first customer, she had to serve him well anyway, which was also a good start.
After asking Laura about the information of the two suitors in detail and writing their names on paper, Angel took off the yellow crystal pendant on her wrist, held the silver chain with her left hand, and let the pendant hang above the first piece of paper, which was Stuart's name.
"Captain Stuart will be a good match for Ms. Laura."
After silently reciting the divination words, Angel closed his eyes and entered a meditative state. He felt the pendant pulling the silver chain slowly moving under his left hand.
Opening his eyes, Angel saw that the pendant was slowly moving counterclockwise.
"Oh, Stuart, are you really not suitable to be with me as your father said?"
Laura, who had been told by Angel about the effect of the pendulum before the divination began, covered her mouth exaggeratedly, her eyes showing disbelief, and whispered.
Smacking his lips, ignoring the words of Ms. Laura, who had a talent for acting, Angel moved the pendant to another piece of paper and performed another divination on Baron Fanis.
The result was surprising. This wealthy little noble was not suitable for Ms. Laura either. The pendant even rotated counterclockwise faster than Captain Stuart.
"This is..."
Laura widened her eyes, and tears almost overflowed from her eyes.
"...This is so sad. Are neither of them suitable for me?"
"I'm sorry. From the divination results, it is true. Maybe they are just not worthy of you. Well, you deserve better?"
Angel, who was also surprised by the divination results, racked his brains to find a few words of comfort to prevent this sentimental lady from crying in her divination room.
But soon, she saw a strange emotion in her eyes - excitement.
"Shouldn't I limit my attention to the two of them? Maybe I should give him a chance..."
The lady's voice became smaller and smaller, but her face flushed and her expression made people feel pity.
Him? Is there a third one?
"Is it the man who accompanied you to the divination club?"
Angel suddenly remembered that there was a man standing outside the door, and asked tentatively.
"Who? Oh, no, he is just my bodyguard," Laura shook her head first, then nodded, "But he is humble and polite, and young and strong. Maybe..."
The relationship between men and women in Loen is too chaotic... No, I am also a Loen person, then I am a Backlander. The social relationship in Backland is too chaotic!
Angel secretly complained about the social circles in the capital of the kingdom. He looked at Ms. Lola helplessly as she lamented about her love life. Fortunately, her desire to talk was soon satisfied. She took out two soles from her bag and handed them to Angel. Then she wiped her non-existent tears and left the fortune-telling room.
From outside the door came the earnest words of the candidate who was at least ranked fourth, asking Ms. Lola if she was going to other fortune-telling clubs.
She came to do the so-called fortune-telling, wasn't she just to show off to the same sex?
Angel took his first income of the day, and countless question marks popped up in his mind.
...
As evening approached, when even the fortune-telling room next door was quiet, Angel packed up the pendulum and magic mirror and prepared to leave the club.
Putting the tarot cards into the box, she looked at her smooth palms. Although she had long expected that she would not enter the gray fog space to participate in the tarot meeting this time, she was still a little disappointed when she really waited past three o'clock in the afternoon.
Fortunately, at 8 o'clock tonight, Kaspars of the "Brave Bar" would introduce her to another secret gathering of extraordinary people. Such an important thing could not be late.
"Knock, knock."
The door was knocked again, and the second and last customer of the day entered the fortune-telling room.
Seeing that Angel had stood up and the table was empty and clean, the somewhat decadent young man apologized and was about to leave the room again.
"Hello, what kind of fortune-telling do you need?"
Angel hurriedly called him. It was still early, and she, who was acting as a diligent "witch", did not want to let go of the hard-won customers.
The decadent man pushed the door open again and sat opposite Angel with a frustrated and melancholy expression.
"I want to divine love. I recently met a woman who can accompany me for life, but my ex-girlfriend in college has been pestering me."
Love again? Do the young people in Backlund know nothing else except love?
With a sigh, Angel took out a deck of tarot cards, shuffled the cards, and asked the man to silently recite his needs and draw three cards.
This divination method is simple and easy, and the most important thing is that the results can be explained from multiple angles, and there will be no embarrassing situation like Ms. Lola just now.
The man slowly drew out three tarot cards and placed them on the table in order.
The reversed Lovers, the upright Chariot and the upright Star.
Angel pretended to close his eyes and meditate, but he was actually recalling the tarot knowledge he had just learned. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked at the man.
"The reversed Lovers represent the uncertainty and struggle in love, and it means that you once succumbed to temptation and evaded responsibility."
"The upright Chariot represents controlling emotions and actions, which means that your love will develop smoothly, but you have to keep working hard."
"Finally, the upright Star represents hope and a beautiful love. Your future love will definitely be extremely bright."
"So, I should change my past personality and strive to pursue my current goals, so that I can get a beautiful love in the future?"
Listening to Angel's explanation, the man's face changed several times, and finally stopped at sudden enlightenment.
No, you sound like you are fickle...
Before Angel could speak, the man had convinced himself. Although his decadent temperament had not yet dissipated, the frustration on his face had slowly subsided.
"Yes, I should forget that woman earlier and bravely pursue a new life. I will go and explain it to her now."
He became more and more excited as he spoke, stood up from the chair, turned around and prepared to leave the divination room.
"Oh, by the way, your reward."
He finally remembered this matter and took out 2 soles and handed it to Angel.
"Thank you, but you'd better be careful. Although the divination result points to the real future, you should also pay attention to the bumps and hardships on the road."
Looking at this man who seemed to have made up his mind and just wanted to use divination to give him a reason to change his feelings, Angel couldn't help but remind him.
"Thank you, Miss Fortune Teller, I know my limits."
Did I accidentally make the relationship between the three of them more complicated?
Looking at the three tarot cards on the table, Angel felt that it would be easier for him to burn the bridge tomorrow.
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"You are late. When I said 8 o'clock, it usually means you should arrive at 7:30."
Kaspars's right eye, which was pierced by a scar, shot out a sharp gaze and looked at Angel who arrived at the "Brave Bar" on time.
"Sorry, I don't know the rules here. I will arrive early next time."
The latter said softly, handed over the 2 pounds "introduction fee", and successfully dispelled the other party's anger.
But most of the reason why Kaspers was angry was probably because of another man standing next to him. He had short black hair under his hat, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, had a beard that covered half of his chin, and looked at least thirty years old.
The gentleman took out his slightly exaggerated gold watch from his pocket and repeatedly checked the time.
Was he urging Kaspers? Was he also going to the Beyonder party?
Angel looked at this unexpected companion, and the other party looked back at him without hesitation, as if surprised by her height, with a curious look in her brown eyes.
"Come with me, you won't be able to get in if you're late."
Kaspers collected the introduction fee and took the two guests out of the bar kitchen, through the narrow alley, and came to a dark house.
Seeing Angel took out the puppy mask and put it on, he nodded with satisfaction, took out an iron mask from his pocket and handed it to the black-haired man, who took off his glasses and put on the mask that only covered the upper half of his face.
Wait, it comes with a mask? Me too...
Angel opened his mouth in surprise and was about to ask for her share when Caspar knocked on the door.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 189: The Gathering of the Eye of WisdomAfter
about 10 seconds, a wooden board on the door was pulled open, and a pair of vigilant eyes looked at the three people outside the door through the small window, with scrutiny in their eyes.
After a while, the person behind the door seemed to recognize Kaspars, closed the wooden board, and then opened the door a crack.
"You guy, tell me in advance when you bring someone next time. No, there will be no next time!"
An angry voice came from behind the door.
Kaspars curled his lips and signaled the two participants he brought with him to go in quickly.
After stabilizing the cardboard mask on his face, Angel squeezed through the crack of the door and entered the room, followed by the black-haired man.
Behind the door stood a tall man who also wore an iron mask on his face. He handed over two simple hooded robes and said,
"Put them on and follow me."
Angel obeyed the instructions, put on the robe, put on the hood, and only revealed the mask and a strand of black hair disguised by the "Ring of Madness". He followed the "Iron Mask" through the corridor and the dark living room and came to a living room.
There were already more than a dozen people in the room, sitting on the sofa and chairs, all dressed in hooded robes and iron masks, and gathered around a coffee table with a small candle on it, adding a touch of color to the dark living room.
Seeing another new member coming in, the people near the door turned their heads and looked at the door.
Only then did Angel realize that the situation was not good. Everyone else was wearing an iron mask, and only she was wearing a homemade puppy mask, which immediately attracted a lot of curious eyes. Is it too late to
turn around and leave now?
She regretted bringing her own mask according to Mr. A's Beyonder gathering habits, but leaving now would make people mistakenly think that she was an official who had sneaked in just to investigate the underground gathering, which might cause even greater chaos.
Fortunately, the eyes behind the masks quickly left her and returned to a member who had just spoken, allowing Angel to find a single sofa in the corner to sit down.
"Is there really no one to help? I can pay you two bottles of homemade potions as a reward. You should know my level."
A chubby-cheeked man under a mask said on a chair near the coffee table in the middle of the room. He looked in the direction where Angel sat, remembered that there were new members joining the party, and repeated his request.
It turned out that this unlucky guy secretly planted a lot of herbs in the sewers of the city. It was originally the harvest season, but there were suddenly some erratic beasts in the sewers. They ate up the precious and versatile herbs and left the poisonous ones.
And this chubby-faced man was willing to pay the price of two bottles of homemade potions and ask someone who was capable of dealing with wild beasts to help clean up the sewers in the Backlund Bridge District.
"I have sold potions here. Everyone should know their effects. They can stop bleeding and promote healing. They are faster and better than suturing in a clinic."
The man boasted as if he was selling low-quality alcohol on the street.
Planting herbs and making various potions... Could he be a "pharmacist"?
Angel remembered that the church's internal information mentioned that the Earth Mother Church has two paths of magic potions, "Pharmacist" and "Cultivator". The former is not complete, but there are related records. The most impressive thing is the preparation of various medicines.
It seems that he is only a Sequence 9 "Pharmacist". If he reaches Sequence 8 "Beast Tamer", he can drive away the beasts that eat the herbs by himself...
While Angel was thinking, the pharmacist did not get a response from other members and became a little anxious.
"Add two more bottles, with a validity period of more than one month, which can make men regain the impulse of their youth and become extraordinary people in bed... That's what I mean," he grinned under the mask and emphasized his tone, "Even if the validity period has expired, it can make people full of strength and improve speed and agility, but it will make people weaker after use."
This is more like selling fake medicine, and it is the kind that exaggerates the efficacy...
Angel complained in his heart.
A few members in the corner seemed to be a little tempted, but they may be concerned about the dangers of the sewer and did not answer.
"In addition, give me 30 pounds in cash. Please, those herbs are really important to me."
There was a hint of pleading in the pharmacist's voice.
30 pounds, just to deal with a few beasts that destroyed the herbs?
Angel's eyes lit up. Seeing that someone across from her seemed to be about to take the commission, she quickly said:
"I can help you solve it, but you have to pay half in advance, and I will pay the other half after I solve the problem."
As soon as she opened her mouth, several eyes, including the black-haired man who came in with her, immediately looked at her.
I just want money, and I'm really not interested in those medicines...
Feeling the speculation and ridicule in the eyes, she silently added in her heart.
"Great, you are new here, right? Mr. 'Eye of Wisdom' can be a witness for this matter, and you don't have to worry about me defaulting on the debt."
The pharmacist was relieved when he saw someone take the commission and replied.
On a single sofa that was larger than the other sofas next to the coffee table, an old man with dry skin and obvious nasolabial folds nodded and said, "No problem."
Is he the "Eye of Wisdom"? It seems that he should have the same identity as Mr. A, the initiator and order maintainer of the party. Is he also an extraordinary person?
Angel guessed and nodded in agreement, then watched the fat pharmacist hand over several banknotes and two bottles of potion in transparent glass bottles to the tall man who led Angel in, and he handed them over.
Through this, Angel also understood the transaction form of this party, which was somewhat different from the gathering organized by Mr. A. Compared with the formal trading venue, this place was more like a loose symposium. Everyone directly proposed transactions or commissions, and the deal was settled on the spot. The organizer "Eye of Wisdom" witnessed the transaction.
No wonder they all wore masks, otherwise it would be easy to expose their identities when trading in front of everyone...
After taking the 15 pounds prepaid by the pharmacist, Angel put a bottle of red and a bottle of dark green potion into his pocket, and looked at the fat pharmacist again.
"When the party is over, we will go out together."
He seemed unwilling to talk in detail in front of everyone, and only added briefly.
After the first deal was made, the atmosphere of the party became lively. Another man whose face could not be seen clearly began to sell a magical item. It looked like a gemstone necklace. It was said that it could make people rich within three months. The name was simple and crude, called "Accessories for Making Money".
Angel, who had just received a 15-pound advance payment, not only did her desire for money not disappear, but became even stronger. She curiously asked about the price of the accessories, and was immediately scared off by the 1,000-pound asking price.
Soon, this magical item was bought by someone. Angel was curious whether he could really make back his investment within three months.
Afterwards, after several successful or failed deals, the black-haired man who came to the party with Angel pushed the iron mask on his nose and said in a low voice:
"I want to sell an item."
He took out a small iron box from his pocket and took out a ball of crimson object like jelly.
"I found this from a corpse. I don't know what it does. Maybe you can find out its use?"
This thing looks a bit like...
Angel clenched his teeth and turned on his spiritual vision. Next to the man's white light, the "jelly" exuded a spiritual glow like blood.
There is no doubt that it is a Beyonder characteristic!
As if sensing her prying, the man turned his head to look at her, and the brown eyes under the mask were cautious and curious.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 190 Looking for a bodyguard?
Sensing the other party's vigilance, Angel immediately looked away.
This guy is likely to be a Beyonder, and perhaps he has a high level of inspiration and can detect my peeping...
But if that's the case, he said he didn't know the function of this Beyonder extracted from the corpse, and he was probably lying.
Is he trying to disguise himself as an ordinary person and pretend he doesn't understand to get the truth? Or is he afraid of being targeted by someone with bad intentions at a gathering of unfamiliar Beyonders?
Out of politeness, she turned off her spiritual vision and no longer tried to observe carefully through dark vision, but her brain was working rapidly, analyzing the other party's identity.
Other party members also cast their eyes on the Beyonder in the man's hand. Several people clearly recognized that it belonged to a Beyonder, but more people showed curiosity in their eyes.
At this time, the old man "Eye of Wisdom" who was sitting next to the coffee table in the middle of the living room spoke up:
"If no one else needs it, I can buy it for 400 pounds. Believe me, this is a fair price."
"If you need to know what it is and what it can be used for, I can tell you, but knowledge needs to be exchanged for something, 100 pounds."
He knew the law of conservation of Beyonder characteristics, and he also knew that Beyonder characteristics were similar to potions of the same sequence?
Hearing the old man's words, Angel had a new understanding of the party host known as "Eye of Wisdom". Regardless of the level of the other participants, at least he was worthy of the title of a senior Beyonder.
And he was willing to pay 400 pounds to buy this Beyonder, which meant that it was most likely extracted after the death of a Sequence 9 Beyonder, which was exactly equal to the market price of the two main ingredients of the potion. If it was a Sequence 8 Beyonder characteristic, I'm afraid no one would make a deal for 400 pounds, except for Dominic who was coaxed and deceived by her.
Sure enough, the black-haired man quickly agreed to the deal, and refused to pay an extra 100 pounds to obtain knowledge of the use of Beyonder characteristics. It seems that he is not as ignorant of the world of occultism as he pretends.
"Sir, you don't have to rush to pay. I actually have another commission."
After verbally reaching the transaction intention, the man did not immediately hand over the Beyonder characteristics, but continued to make his own requests.
"I have offended a person of relatively high status. He is likely to be, well, according to you, Sequence 6, or even Sequence 5. I want to use this money to add some to myself and hire a strong bodyguard to ensure that I will not die in revenge."
After hearing his request, the whole party was silent for a while, and even the steady "Eye of Wisdom" looked surprised.
Sequence 6, or even Sequence 5?
Thinking of Sequence 5, Angel's mind immediately emerged with the figure of Ms. D, the "Aurora Society" envoy who can switch Beyonder abilities at any time and fight against many people alone.
At that time, the three members of the Red Gloves team, plus her and Captain Dunn, were five to one. Well, plus the nameless Beyonder who blew himself up, they all allowed the "shepherd" to leave safely, and even injured several Night Watchers. If there was any accident during the process, they would probably fail and die.
As for Megose and the evil god's offspring in her belly, who were only solved with two Yangyan spells and the Shattering Light Ray, they were probably already at the strength of Sequence 4.
I don't know what big thing he did to provoke an Beyonder of Ms. D's level.
"Excuse me, this is probably a bit beyond the level of the members present. Why don't you find a beautiful place and die quietly?"
The fat pharmacist said with a bit of a sneer in his tone.
Although the others did not say anything, they obviously agreed with his answer.
After a brief moment of surprise, the Eye of Wisdom also explained:
"I assume that you don't quite understand our circle. Sequence 5, even the weakest ones, are very powerful and terrifying."
"Although there have been some Sequence 8 and Sequence 9 who have killed strong men of this level, luck and strength are both indispensable, and it is an experience that cannot be replicated. I'm afraid no one present here is willing to risk their lives to help you, not even if they pay."
If it was a Sequence 6, with my current strength, plus two magical items, and full preparation, I should be able to solve it, but Sequence 5...
Angel evaluated his own combat power and finally reluctantly gave up the 400 pounds, or even more reward.
If he could add a zero, maybe he could ask Mr. A to help. He should be a Sequence 5 of the "Secret Prayer" path, a "shepherd", and he seems to be a little short of money recently...
The black-haired man was a little disappointed that he didn't get help, so he proposed to use the 400 pounds to buy a magical item that would help him survive.
"Believe me, the magical item that can be bought with 400 pounds will definitely have no effect on Sequence 5, and it may even harm you. You might as well find that strong man and apologize sincerely. Maybe 400 pounds can gain his forgiveness."
The Eye of Wisdom persuaded sincerely, which made Angel have some good feelings towards him. Such a party organizer who would not use his knowledge and status advantages to deceive new members is the key to the long-term holding of the party.
"No, I have an item here, maybe it can help you," said the man who almost snatched the pharmacist's commission from Angel. "It can let you hear the voice of a great being. If you are lucky, you can become very powerful, even dealing with Sequence 5 strongmen is no problem. If you are unlucky, then the result is no different from the result of Sequence 5 finding you..."
"Black Snake, haven't you sold that thing yet? Don't cheat this poor man."
The fat pharmacist interrupted again. He didn't seem to care about other people's opinions at all, and calmly endured the somewhat gloomy look of "Black Snake".
The black-haired man was very interested in "Black Snake's" proposal. After a brief exchange, he used the 400 pounds he had just obtained to buy the item that was said to be able to "hear the voice of the great existence".
"The great existence", this sounds like the words of those people in the Aurora Society. They believe that listening to the whispers of the Creator can make them powerful, but in fact it is likely to lead to madness or even death...
I don't know whether he is lucky or unlucky to spend 400 pounds to buy such a thing.
Watching the black-haired man carefully put the wooden box containing the magical item into his pocket, Angel couldn't help but guess.
After this transaction, someone successfully sold a rune steel sword worth 500 pounds, which was said to have flowed out of the Church of the Eternal Sun, becoming the largest transaction tonight.
Angel also wanted to ask the "witch" for the subsequent "joyful witch" potion formula, but it was her first time attending this party and she knew nothing about the identities of the others.
And according to the current trading model, asking for potions is tantamount to telling everyone her potion sequence, so she considered again and again and did not make a trade request.
When no one in the field spoke again, the old man "Eye of Wisdom" announced the end of the party.
According to his instructions, the members left the venue one by one under the guidance of the waiter, with each person leaving three minutes apart.
Well, this can well protect the safety of the participants and prevent them from being tracked by others. Unfortunately, it is not possible to trade privately one-on-one like with Mr. A, and it is still easy to expose the identity... The
number of members present quickly decreased, and Angel looked at the fat pharmacist who had reached a deal with her, and the other party also stayed there and did not leave.
"Do you two agree on another time to leave separately, or go together?"
When there were only a few people left, "Eye of Wisdom" asked.
"Let's go together. I want to solve the problem as soon as possible. My herbs can't wait too long."
The pharmacist replied, casting an inquiring look at Angel.
The latter also wanted to get the balance as soon as possible, so he nodded in agreement. After
returning the hooded robe to the attendant, the two pushed open the door and left the building with no special features. Angel found that the exit was not the same as when she came in, which meant that the building had multiple different entrances and exits. In addition, the rule of leaving in batches meant that they would hardly run into other people on the way out, which was quite safe. When they
arrived at the moonlit street, the fat pharmacist took off his iron mask, wiped the sweat off his face, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Angel also put away the puppy mask, but under the mask she still had the psychological suggestion effect of the "Frenzy Ring", showing a disguised face.
"Let's go, we'll go to the place you said and help you solve your troubles as soon as possible."
Angel stroked his somewhat messy black hair and said to the pharmacist.
"Okay... okay, but aren't you afraid of danger so late? I thought you would make another appointment and go during the day."
The pharmacist, who looked fatter after taking off the mask, was stunned for a moment, then nodded in answer.
"It's dark and windy at night... it's better to do things."
Angel's tone was drawn out, and he suddenly turned back to face the other person, which scared the fat pharmacist so much that his eyes widened and he dodged backwards.
"Do, do things?"
Feeling the slight signs of digestion of the "witch" potion in his body, Angel was also shocked and scared by his sudden bold behavior.
Although she just wanted to scare him, how could she take action... She wanted to take off the crazy ring that she had worn for a day and throw it aside, but she was worried that the fat pharmacist was still around, so she had to explain quickly:
"Well, for extraordinary people, it's safer at night. You don't have to worry about the patrolmen on the street, you don't have to worry about the official extraordinary people, well, except for some night owls..."
Stumbling, Angel quickly put up the hood of the cloak behind him to cover up his embarrassed expression, and left the narrow alley with the fat pharmacist.
(End of this chapter)