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Chapter 271 Tarot Club is really amazing

The day after she officially returned to the Tarot Society, Angel got up early. It was already the end of October, and the early winter morning was a little chilly, but the smoldering fireplace brought warmth to the entire living room, allowing her to Wearing thin clothes, making your own breakfast.

When she was imitating the cooking master's technique of tilting the pan to flip the omelette, the sudden burning sensation in her waist made her arm shake. The omelette fell to the edge of the pan and was cut off by the slightly sharp edge of the pan. Half of it fell on the stove.

Without caring about cleaning up, Angel touched the hot spot and took out the occult substitute made from her own hair and blood that she always carried with her. The appearance of the bunch of hair tied into a human shape did not change, but Angel, who has a close connection with it, knows that some kind of curse has been directed to the double, and the double has warned her.

The only one who can curse her like this is Servilia Langdon, who preserves her blood, the Witch of Joy of the Witch Cult, her "online".

But this is different from that fatal curse. It can't even make the substitute burn or change color. Angel guessed that without this substitute, letting the curse directly affect her body would only cause her chest pain for a moment.

"A non-fatal curse early in the morning. Is it a warning? Or is it some kind of bad taste?"

She threw half of the ash-stained omelette into the trash can, put the remaining half into the bread with the bacon, and added a cup of coffee as a simple breakfast. She ate while thinking about the reason for this.

"Perhaps it was some kind of emergency notification? She guessed that I would think of her after the pain, and then go to her to ask?"

Remembering that he should indeed go to Servilia's house for "regular meetings", Angel confirmed the other party's purpose and relaxed a little.

Even though she already had a way to deal with the curse, she still didn't want to break up with the Witch Sect.

After hastily finishing breakfast, she packed up the kitchen and headed to Baron Langdon's mansion in the West End.

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"You're very smart. You arrived here within an hour after I issued the curse."

Servilia was sitting in the reception room, enjoying the seemingly endless tea, and said with a faint smile on her face.

"I thought you had something urgent to do, but I didn't expect you were enjoying 'morning tea' here."

Angel said with a dark face, took a piece of delicate pastry and took a hard bite, as if biting the happy witch in front of him, and then swallowed it in relief, but almost choked himself.

There is no so-called morning tea culture in the Kingdom of Loen, but looking at Servilia's situation, there may be an uninterrupted supply of tea from morning to night, which makes Angel quite jealous and can't help but wonder about the property she inherited from Baron Langdon. How much income is there every year?

"Of course I came to you with important instructions," Servilia picked up the tea cup and smelled the tea, but did not drink it, but said slowly, "If you are willing to hand over your address, of course I will There is no need to contact you in such a dangerous way."

"Thank you, no need."

Angel forced a smile and refused the other party's request. He went to great lengths to prepare a safe house and used a variety of anti-divination methods. Wasn't it just to give himself a home where he could sleep peacefully?

As if she had expected it, Servilia did not delve into this topic, but got down to business.

"There are two important things. First, Miss Audrey Hall invites you to attend their small party at Viscount Gray Lint's house. I have agreed for you, just tomorrow afternoon; second, you are already considered It's time for the official members of the Witch Cult to have their own subordinates."

subordinate?I'm afraid it's a monitor, right?

Angel thought darkly.

"Assassin or instigator? It can't be a witch like me, right?"

"Of course it's a Sequence 9. He has just passed the test and obtained the magic potion. He needs a mentor in mysticism. If you have a target that is inconvenient to attack, you can also try to let him 'solve' it. This is how the sect passes the old I have been the one who leads the new and continues to grow, and so are you."

Servilia's tone seemed to be talking about some academic "teacher and student" thing, but Angel knew that the so-called "test" was probably to instruct the other party to kill someone, maybe a gang leader, maybe just to provoke someone. Ordinary people who join the witch sect can judge whether they are worthy of further training based on their completion speed, killing methods and psychological endurance.

This is how Cole Granger was led into the abyss step by step by Mrs. Sharon.

Unfortunately, she did not have the right to refuse... She nodded, agreeing to the matter. Servilia did not immediately ask Angel to meet the new assassin, and she was happy to delay it for a while.

Maybe the other party will forget about it after a while...

...

Hugh Dilcha carefully hid the dagger under his clothes, put on a cloak, and prepared to leave home and go to a gathering of extraordinary people in the East End.

Although she was dissatisfied with the attitude of the "golden mask", for her "sheriff" potion, she still had to investigate who had come into contact with the dead human trafficker Capin, and whether anyone was selling it at the Extraordinary gathering. A special material that can be directly prepared into "sheriff" and "interrogator" potions.

She didn't want Forsi to participate in this kind of thing, because it was almost a hopeless task. Over the past week, she had searched for connections and attended different parties, but found nothing.

When she was about to go out, Forsi returned to her residence with a smile on her face. When she saw Xio was about to leave, she simply said hello and then walked to her room.

"Forsi, what good thing happened to you again? Found the subject of the new novel?"

she asked casually.

"No, I have already determined the subject of the novel, and it is not worthy of my joy. But I got the news yesterday that someone is selling the 'Master of Magic' formula I need, and it only costs 450 pounds. The price was not increased because of my anxiety."

Forsi replied with a smile. She had just come back from the bank, withdrew half of her savings, and was about to return to the bedroom to dedicate the money to the Fool through the sacrificial ritual she learned in the Tarot Society, and have a relationship with the "Queen" lady. Trading.

In my novel, this kind of "sacrifice" is all made by burning...

She muttered rather disrespectfully in her heart. Seeing that her friend had opened the door and was about to leave, she quickly asked:

"Where are you going?"

"The mission I mentioned last time, oh, I didn't expect to get the 'Sheriff' recipe, and have to run around for its ingredients. I will be very busy these days, so you don't have to wait for me while eating."

Xio put on his hood, as if his whole body was trapped in the cloak, then walked out of the room and closed the door with a bang from the outside.

"...I'm going to ask her to attend Miss Audrey's party tomorrow, but it looks like she will be absent again."

Looking at the other party's hurried figure, Forsi murmured, then remembered his own business, returned to the bedroom, locked the door, closed the curtains, found a hooded robe that was rarely worn, changed into it, and hid it On his own face, he then arranged ritual magic to communicate with the Fool.

After some operations, she watched helplessly as her 450 pounds in cash disappeared into the illusory door in the mist, and then an image appeared in her mind. A tall woman, also wearing a hood, recited the potion loudly. Forsi listened carefully and tried to write down the recipe, but found that he did not need to do so at all. This content had been imprinted deep in his memory.

This is the power of Mr. Fool!

Full of joy, she dismantled the ritual, lifted the spiritual wall, rushed to the desk, and recorded the formula in her mind with pen and paper to avoid forgetting it and trouble Miss "Queen" to convey it again.

"The stomach bag of a soul eater...the blood of a deep-sea marlin..."

Reciting the main material of "Master of Magic", the smile on her face became more and more obvious, and she walked back and forth in the small bedroom, overwhelmed with joy.

It had been several years since she had gone to various gatherings of Extraordinaries in Backlund and asked many Extraordinaries she had met. The formula she had never been able to obtain was actually easily purchased just half a month after joining the mysterious Tarot Society. .

"Our Tarot Club is really amazing!"

She almost forgot the fear of being pulled into the gray mist space when she chanted the Fool's honorable name, and silently praised Mr. Fool in her heart.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 272 Laura's thoughts

After receiving the 450 pounds in cash paid by Miss Magic through the Fool's sacrifice and gift, Angel's savings finally exceeded 3500 pounds. This is the largest amount of money she has personally held since she received 3200 pounds from the Eye of Wisdom. .

Stacks of banknotes were placed in the room, and she couldn't even sleep well. Early the next morning, she immediately went to the nearest Backlund Bank and deposited most of the cash in her bearer account, leaving only Some spare change for emergencies.

After his wallet bulged, Angel, who had no place to spend money for the time being, thought of the extraordinary weapon that Carvey said, and its price happened to be 3500 pounds. An amount that seemed out of reach last week, now he only needs to pay for it. She could buy it with her wallet, which made her quite excited.

"Just empty your wallet..."

Sitting in the divination club, Angel murmured and took a sip of the free coffee. After drinking Audrey's "Saint Dessi Mountain Coffee", this kind of cheap coffee beans with a strong roasted flavor was no longer a favorite. She favored them, but unfortunately neither she nor the club could afford coffee beans imported from Feneport, so they had to make do.

"If I really buy that weapon, I will be penniless again. I think when I first arrived in Backlund, I still had the 50 pounds that Ms. Arianna gave me..."

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Angel opened the newspaper in front of him and fully enjoyed all the benefits that he could get for free as a club member.

After being promoted to Sequence 6, she no longer needs to play the role of "witch", which makes her time in the Divination Club seem a bit boring and wasted. However, since she has paid the membership dues for the year, she naturally still has to take advantage of the free coffee and newspapers here.

Of course, she has already made up her mind not to renew next year.

Opening the newspaper, she subconsciously looked at the page where the secret advertisement for the Extraordinary Gathering would be published, and soon discovered that Mr. A would hold a gathering tomorrow evening. Angel felt happy that he might be able to sell a few copies of the formula at the rally to refill his wallet that was about to be emptied by the craftsmen.

Afterwards, she roughly flipped through the other pages, but found no other interesting content. Ever since the serial murderer was "arrested" and the incident of Kapin's gangster incident subsided, Backlund had not appeared to attract everyone's attention for some time. The topic has changed. Intis started to hype the case of the ambassador's murder. The expired explosives that were not cleaned up in the abandoned West Balam dock were ignited by cigarette butts. These are all uninteresting contents.

Only the Eastern District homeless population survey published in the corner of the page made her calm down and read the full text. Unfortunately, it was far from the survey results Sherlock said, and it had obviously been deleted and edited.

Combined with what Miss Audrey, the "Justice" of the Tarot Society, said that "the upper echelons of the kingdom and the church are paying attention to this matter," it is very likely that the reporter's report was submitted to the upper echelons of the kingdom for their internal reference, and the report sent to the newspaper Just a small part.

After reading this newspaper and preparing to go to the front desk to pour a new cup of coffee and change another newspaper, there was a knock on the door of Angel's fortune-telling room. She heard four familiar knocks in succession. She sighed secretly and closed the door. Started the newspaper.

"Good morning, Miss Divination Witch, why can't you be more happy to see me?"

Laura Swann wore a light green dress that reached her ankles today and a shawl made of the fur of an unknown animal to cope with the chill of early winter. She sat across from the divination table with a smile and untied the shawl. The shawl reveals the fair skin under the neck.

At this time, Angel already knew that her actions were not intentional, but the charm that the "Happy Witch" exuded involuntarily, but he still had difficulty taking his eyes away. It was not until the other party took off his felt hat and put it aside that he realized and asked road:

"Is this how you play the 'Pleasure Witch'? Dress up beautifully and act charming?"

Although she already had a vague guess in her mind, she still wanted to ask this "Happy" what he thought.

"What, are you ready to learn how to perform Sequence 6 in advance?" Laura smiled sweetly, and then covered her mouth with her hands to cover her teeth, "The easiest way is to let yourself and others gain supreme 'pleasure'. But you have to keep your identity in mind all the time, which is a kind of pain. Of course, maybe there is some kind of alternative way of acting just like the slow acting you are finding in a new way now. When you reach Sequence 6, you can explore it by yourself."

Alternative... I think the method you mentioned is alternative...

Angel's inner suspicion was confirmed, but this was not pleasant.

"Speaking of acting, I have an opportunity here that may allow you to complete the digestion progress of the witch's potion at once." Laura changed the topic and talked about the purpose of her coming here. "Have you got any information within the witch sect? ? What are their recent trends?" Due to his recent busyness with promotions and returning to the Tarot Club, Angel almost forgot about the Witch Sect. At this time, he wanted to shake his head, but then he thought of the Tarot Club. Barron, the human trafficker mentioned by the Hanged Man, and his guess that it might be related to the Witch Cult, nodded and said:

"Remember the last time you mentioned the relationship between the human trafficking Kapin and the Witch Sect?" She considered her words, carefully revealed some information, and tested the other party, "Actually, the Witch Sect not only has these businesses in Backlund, but also in Backlund. In the surrounding places such as Tingen City and Port Enmat, there are gangs or semi-legal organizations controlled by them that carry out human trafficking, and recently there was a human trafficker who seemed to be related to many missing slave cases in the colonies of the Southern Continent..."

She told Laura the appearance of "Barron" whom the Hanged Man was tracking, and successfully made the other party think for a long time.

"I have never seen this person, but I have remembered his appearance and characteristics, and will pay more attention to him." After a moment, the Happy Witch, who had an inexplicable hatred for the Witch Sect, nodded and replied, "What you said I have also heard that the Witch Sect's human trafficking business is very large, and it is somewhat unscrupulous. It seems that they are not afraid of being discovered by the Kingdom and the Righteous God Church. What makes me most curious is who will eventually buy so many slaves. gone?"

Without waiting for Angel to answer, she continued:

"If, I mean if, there was such an opportunity to severely damage the Witch Sect and give you a chance to play, would you be willing to do it?"

I have finished playing the role a long time ago, and although I have to deal with the Witch Sect, I don't think that relying solely on human trafficking can solve a secret sect with a history of thousands of years...

Angel thought and didn't answer.

Seeing her silence, Laura sneered: "Ah, now is the time when their strength is at its weakest. There are only three 'Happiness' and one 'Pain' in Backlund. That demigod has probably left the capital. , when she comes back, maybe she won't have such a good opportunity again."

"pain"?Is this Sequence 5 after "The Witch of Joy"?Just called the "Pain Witch"?

Angel remembered the name, but still did not reply to Laura. She guessed that the other party probably wanted to use the human trafficking incident to cause trouble, but not to mention the secret witch sect, even a cult like the Aurora Society that frequently caused bloody cases, A A divine messenger like Mr. can also openly hold a gathering of Beyonders in Backlund. Without grasping their true weakness, it is impossible to deliver a fatal blow.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Angel took a carriage to Viscount Gray Lint's house in Queens, and was guided by the maid into the study room used for receptions.

Audrey, who was dressed simply and without any jewelry, was already sitting behind the desk. Grainint was absentmindedly flipping through a novel. Next to him sat Fors Wall, who had a somewhat lazy temperament. The Viscount was flipping through a novel. The novel seems to be one she published a few years ago.

"Miss Eileen, thank you for coming here. It's a pity that Miss Xio couldn't attend because she was busy. Otherwise, everyone at our occult gathering would have been here."

Seeing her arrival, Gray Lint put down the novel, stood up and walked towards the door actively. He was not usually so enthusiastic, which made Angel feel a little curious.

Then she noticed that the Viscount's temperament had changed a lot, especially that he was more confident and smiling. She guessed that the other person might have had some kind of identity change.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty the Viscount, you must have gathered the materials to become a real 'pharmacist'."

She smiled and congratulated the other party.

When the secret was exposed, the young Viscount was not angry, but showed a happier smile. It was obvious that his performance was to show off his success.

"That's right, Miss Irene, thank you for your formula. I have become..." He magically took out several bottles of potions of different colors in exquisite crystal bottles from his pocket, holding them between his fingers. Showing, "the true extraordinary person."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 273: Adventurous spirit?

There was an embarrassing silence in the study for a moment. Not only Angel, who had just arrived, and Forsi, who seemed to have just woken up, looked puzzled, but even Audrey behind the desk raised her eyebrows in surprise. Emerald There was a look of confusion in his eyes.

Apparently the viscount's performance was not revealed in advance to the other two present.

"Ahem, I just want to show everyone my results." Seeing that no one bought it, Gray Lint placed the three crystal bottles on the desk and explained with wandering eyes, "Because everyone is obsessed with my magic." The medicine has done a lot of good, well, if you need any medicine in the future, you can always come to me."

I put in a lot of effort... I provided the potion formula, for a fee of course, and Miss Justice should have helped him find another missing potion main ingredient, and Miss Fors had also looked for it for him before. formula...

Angel thought about it and looked at the three bottles of potions made by Gray Lint. One of them was bright red, like fresh blood. It was the healing potion that Angel had purchased from pharmacist Darkwill many times. The other two bottles were I don't know what effect it has.

"I didn't expect that I would be the first to become an Extraordinary." The Viscount, who couldn't hide his excitement, sat back on his sofa and looked at Audrey, who seemed to have thought of this and was frowning.

It's a pity that you are the last one among us to take the magic potion. In fact, Miss Audrey has been an "audience" for a long time. No, she obtained the "Mind Reader" formula from Mr. Sun a long time ago, and now she is very He may have been promoted to Sequence 8... And Forsi and I have both...

Thinking of this, she looked at Miss Fors who was looking for the formula for the "Master of Tricks" at the previous party. After being frightened by Viscount Graylingt's performance, she returned to her lazy posture, with her long brown hair half-covered. The profile of his face seemed familiar to Angel.

"Ms. Fors, I already have clues to the 'Master of Magic' formula. Do you still need it now?"

Sell ​​it to Miss Magician for 450 pounds, and then sell it to Ms. Fors for 450 pounds. A Sequence 8 formula can earn you 900 pounds. If you can sell it again at Mr. A's gathering...

"Sorry, I already bought the recipe at another party."

Forsi gave Angel a slap in the head with his apologetic answer.

The disappointed expression of losing 450 pounds of income caught Audrey's attention, who chuckled and said:

"Fortunately, I have a clue to the 'audience' potion formula, otherwise I will be the one who is the last." Her face returned to seriousness and continued, "This is why I invited everyone to come over and go to the North District last week. After a party in the suburbs, I was followed by a mysterious person. Although the person did not attack me, he must have followed me to my residence."

"Subsequently, two psychology experts contacted me through nobles who knew my family to test whether I was interested in occultism and psychology. I guess they were people from the 'Psychological Alchemy Society' and were testing my qualifications. Get the 'audience' potion or even join their organization."

"After two contacts, I thought I had passed their examination, so Miss Esilante sent an invitation. There will be a seminar organized by them recently. It is said that many psychology experts and scholars will participate. But This is different from the previous exchanges at my home, which makes me a little worried and scared, so I want to invite Miss Eileen and Ms. Forth to go with me. Of course, you don't have to attend the seminar, you just need to protect me and leave in case of an accident. "

After Audrey said that, she looked at Angel expectantly. If he hadn't known that she was already an "audience" specializing in psychology and influencing other people's opinions, Angel would have almost been deceived by her performance.

"But, Miss Audrey, why don't you let the guards of the Earl's family go with you? I think that an 'apprentice' and a 'divineer' probably don't have much frontal combat capabilities. My ability can't Let me carry the others through the barrier while Miss Irene..."

Forsi interrupted and looked at Angel, who also shook his head and replied:

"I can only conduct divination to confirm whether there is any danger in that seminar, and in the absence of clues, divination may not be effective." Angel replied "honestly" in accordance with his current identity, "Of course, if the other party can use ordinary To deal with bullets, I have a little confidence in my marksmanship."

"Audrey, Forsi is right. You should tell Earl Hall or Hibbert about this matter and let them evaluate the risks involved. Even if you have to go to the appointment, you must bring enough guards. I I believe that Earl Hall's donations to the Church of the Night over the years are enough for them to send extraordinary people to protect you."

"Thank you, Gray Lint. I will go with my guards, but they are not Beyonders, so I want to ask for your extra help. And I don't want to let my father know about this matter so soon, otherwise, I The only hope of getting the potion recipe could be lost."

Audrey smiled sadly, and the look on her face made Gray Lint look away, unable to bear to look directly at her.

Angel understood Audrey's thoughts. As the apple of Count Hall's eye, if the Count knew that his precious daughter was going to contact a secret organization like the "Psychological Alchemy Society", he would definitely stop it, and he might even promise to obtain the magic potion formula from elsewhere. , in exchange for Audrey giving up.But the performance of "Justice" in the Tarot Club shows that she is not an innocent girl who follows the rules and abides by family rules, but has some kind of hidden rebelliousness and adventurous spirit, so she would rather take risks to achieve success in the Tarot Club. Even joining the "Psychological Alchemy Society", he didn't want his father to arrange everything for him.

What's more, she has become an Extraordinary, and joining the "Psychological Alchemy Society" is probably to prepare for subsequent promotions, so she can't tell her family...

Thinking of the Tarot meeting, Angel suddenly remembered the separate exchange between Miss Justice and Mr. Fool during the meeting, and had some new guesses about Audrey's insistence on going to the appointment.

Is this Mr. Fool's mission?

Otherwise, Audrey would not risk participating in the seminar just to gain the other party's trust.

However, careful analysis shows that she will not take too many risks. As a secret organization that mainly focuses on the "audience" channel, the "Psychological Alchemy Society" is not as radical as the Witch Sect and the Aurora Society, and frequently causes murders. Whether it is in the church's classics or in the narrative of the Hanged Man, they are considered to be relatively "lawful".

"I will go with you, but if there is any risk, I would like you to leave immediately rather than linger."

After assessing the risks, Angel finally made a concession. On the surface, this would win the favor of the nobleman and lay the foundation for future missions of the Witch Sect and his own development. Secretly, it could be regarded as cooperating with the actions of the Tarot Society members. .

"Thank you, Miss Irene."

Audrey laughed overjoyed, and then looked at the other Beyonder present, Forsi, who lowered his head to think for a moment and shook his head.

"Sorry, Miss Audrey, I will ask Xio for his opinion. Her extraordinary ability is more useful and she may accompany you there."

The implication is that this "apprentice" feels that his extraordinary abilities are not suitable for helping Audrey.

In response to this, Audrey was only slightly disappointed and did not continue the topic. This made Angel feel that the other party's goal was actually him alone, and this feeling became more and more obvious after leaving Viscount Gray Lint's house.

"Why does Miss Justice think that as a diviner, I have the ability to protect her from other extraordinary people?"

Sitting in the hired carriage, Angel looked out the window at the street scene moving backwards and murmured to himself.

"Does she think that using 'divination' can effectively avoid possible risks? But this is not in line with her intelligence and shrewdness. Even if she is rebellious deep down, she will not risk her own life..."

"Unless she knows that I am not just a 'divineer', but someone else with combat capabilities, such as an 'assassin'... If so, then has my identity as a Tarot Club been exposed to her? , like I recognized her as 'Justice'?"

Thinking of this, she took out the magic mirror she carried with her, stroked the mirror and recited in a low voice:

"Mirror Mirror, tell me, does Audrey Hall know my true identity?"

She did not ask the other party whether he was an extraordinary person or whether he was "just", which was a long-established fact.

Unfortunately, after the thick fog on the mirror dissipated, only her focused look was reflected.

Divination failed.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 274 Lucky Gun

Insufficient information required for divination would lead to failure. Angel had already foreseen it, but he still couldn't help but sigh in disappointment when he got such a result.

But now that she has suspicions, she is ready to find an opportunity to test him, just like when she approached Sherlock Moriarty on the night of the Tarot meeting and asked him about his identity.

Maybe a weekend trip to a Psychological Alchemy seminar would be a good opportunity.

Of course, this kind of temptation needs to be careful not to damage the rare relationship between herself and the other party. Not only the follow-up mission of the Witch Sect requires her to continue to get close to the Hall family, but she also has a good impression of this smart girl.

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"Squeak-"

Angel pushed open the door of Kawei Watch Shop and walked in. The dim gas lamp illuminated the space in the store. Kawei was kneeling behind the glass counter, reaching for the empty space in the corner of the counter to place a pocket watch.

"There is a doorbell installed outside the door. If I were you, I would ring the bell instead of pushing the door open directly. This is very rude."

Through the glass, Kawei's murmuring words came. Angel obediently stepped back from the door, pressed the doorbell that didn't exist when he came last time, and walked in again with a crisp ringing sound.

"It turns out it's you. I thought it was those guys who just didn't want to buy..." Kawei stood up from behind the counter at this time and clapped his dusty hands, "You finally thought it through and are ready to buy it." Got the revolver?"

"No, I want to try to repair this weapon first."

Angel followed Kavi to the workbench, took out the soft whip used by Katie, the Extraordinary in the Kaping mansion, and handed the weapon, which had been broken into three parts, to the craftsman.

The latter took them, spread them out on the countertop, turned on a gas lamp that focused the light through a lens, and observed it carefully. After a few minutes, he shook his head under Angel's expectant eyes and said:

"This is a soft whip that allows the attacker to pierce the enemy's soul regardless of defense. It should have imitated the extraordinary ability of the 'Interrogator'. It was originally effective for more than half a year, but now it has no effect after being damaged.

"The production method is not as formal as ours, but the idea is good. We use the skin of the lightning viper as a material to simulate the extraordinary ability of the sequence. As long as you provide new materials, I can repair it within a day."

"Do you still need materials?"

Angel was a little dumbfounded. She looked at the soft whip, which was dark in color and seemed to have scale indentations on its surface, and asked hesitantly:

"How much is the skin of this 'Lightning Viper' worth?"

"It's about 300 pounds. It depends on the season. It may be more expensive in autumn and winter. Lightning vipers are mainly found in the southern continent. The route on the violent sea is very dangerous in this season, and the price of goods from overseas will increase."

After hearing the amount of 300 pounds, Angel no longer paid attention to the subsequent content. She was like a gambler who lost a bet. At this moment, she just regretted why she didn't choose the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 7.

Of course, one person will be allocated, and the other will pick first. This is the way of allocation that has been decided for a long time. After a short period of annoyance, she quickly accepted the fact and put the soft whip away again. Maybe another craftsman can be used instead of using new spiritual materials. Fix it.

After thinking about the savings in his bank, Angel hesitated and finally made up his mind to ask about the specific function of the revolver worth 3500 pounds that Carvey had mentioned before.

The craftsman immediately showed a cunning look, which made Angel think that she had deliberately exaggerated the difficulty of repairing the soft whip in order to promote the high-priced and unsalable weapon.

"This weapon doesn't have a name yet. You can name it yourself after buying it." Kawei rummaged under the workbench for a long time, but what he came up with was a sketch of a weapon with a rather retro shape and complex patterns. and a revolver with a thick barrel, "What's that look in your eyes? How could I put a magical item worth thousands of pounds here? Once someone knows about it, even if the Lever Church is opposite, someone will take the risk."

makes sense...

Angel responded silently in his heart and continued to listen to Kawei's narration.

"It is made using the Sequence 6 extraordinary characteristic 'Disaster Priest' of the 'Monster' path. The extraordinary ability of this path can be summed up in one word as 'lucky', and the same is true for the weapons made through it. This revolver It can load five rounds of large-caliber bullets. When you pull the trigger and shoot directly, it has the effect of passively increasing accuracy. Even if you aim at the left eye from a distance of a hundred meters, you will never hit the right eye.

"And once the hammer is pulled in advance, there will be a four-fifths probability of halving the attack power, and a one-fifth probability of increasing the attack power. In turn, the four-fifths possibility will be superimposed..." "Superposition" Get up...will the attack power be tripled? Then what is the mathematical expectation of any difference from an ordinary revolver?"

Angel interrupted Kavi's introduction and pointed out the crux of the problem. This is equivalent to having four stink bombs in the bomb chamber with half the power of ordinary bullets in exchange for a special bullet that is twice as powerful as ordinary bullets. Unlike magical items...

"I didn't expect you to be able to say the word 'mathematical expectation'," Kawei looked a little surprised. "But you guessed wrong. It's not three times. The enhanced attack power is sixteen times the original. An ordinary pistol The bullets can produce the effect of a high-pressure steam rifle, and if special bullets are used, the attack effect is comparable to that of a small-caliber artillery."

"But the one-fifth probability is too low. You have to keep pulling the hammer, which affects your aim." Although Angel needed a weapon that could amplify the power of the attack, he still picked up the thorn casually and tried to suppress it. The value of weapons.

"This is the wonderful thing about the 'monster'. The negative effects of this weapon make the person carrying it unlucky. But the longer this unluckiness lasts, the more likely it is that a lucky attack will be triggered when you pull the hammer. The bigger it is, you can use your usual bad luck to accumulate luck for the battle. As long as you are unlucky enough, you can pull the hammer and launch a powerful attack during the battle. Doesn't it sound much better?"

Kawei said calmly.

"And it also has an effect of active use. When the attack hit the opponent after being infused with spirituality, it will have an effect called 'spiritual storm', which directly attacks the mental body, causing the target to be briefly dizzy. If he is already mentally weak, he may even have already On the verge of madness, the effect will be more significant."

Passively increasing accuracy can greatly increase attack power, and even comes with powerful skills. Although the negative effects may sound a bit unreliable, they are pretty good compared to other magical items of mine...

"For such a powerful weapon, why didn't the person who customized it come to buy it? Are you planning to steal his stuff and get me into trouble?"

Angel asked with a frown.

After listening to Kawei's introduction, she was already a little excited, but just in case, she still had to dig deeper and ask more questions.

"Do you think I am this kind of person?" The craftsman rolled up the drawings with a hint of dissatisfaction on his face. "That man ordered the weapons two months ago and I made them. But he went to Bayam He never came back after that. After asking around, I found out that the ship he was on his way back was in a shipwreck. The survivors on the same ship returned to Backlund at the beginning of the month and said that they saw him being swept away by the waves and that he must have died."

"If he is fine, even if he only has one breath left, he will come back and take a look at this weapon. Besides, I paid for the extraordinary properties of the weapon in advance. As long as it exceeds the agreed time, of course I can dispose of it on my own. This property will be It cost me 3000 pounds, and selling it to you for just a little more is already a concession on my part."

She muttered, seeming to have gotten Angel a big deal, but the price happened to be all the latter's savings, which made her hesitate.

Fortunately, according to Kawei, the time when she can really freely dispose of the weapon is two days later. By then, the unlucky client has not returned, and Kawei will sell it.

"I will only keep it for you until the weekend. If you don't buy it, I will sell it to someone else."

"But I've been here twice and I didn't see 'other people' in your store."

Angel ruthlessly exposed her lies in order to bargain, and finally succeeded in getting Kawei to include 20 highly lethal demon-hunting bullets. It seemed that every Orthodox Church would make them, which were expensive and powerful.

Considering that each bullet can be sold for a high price of nearly 10 pounds at the Extraordinary gathering, this is equivalent to a discount of 200 pounds, a discount that both parties can barely accept.

According to the agreement, two days later, that is, on Saturday morning, Angel will come with cash to take away the weapons and the accompanying ammunition. She currently still has 3500 pounds in the bank and immediately feels a financial crisis. Fortunately, in the evening, there is A Mr. Extraordinary's gathering may be able to sell some magic potion formulas and special bullets, so that they will not starve to death on the streets at any time.

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Wearing a hooded robe, Angel walked into the venue under the guidance of the waiter, and found that the back chairs in several corners were occupied by people. She could only sit in a seat closer to the front, which brought her closer to the single sofa in the center. , Mr. A sat with his head lowered.

The latter's temperament today was a little different from usual. The dangerous atmosphere surrounded him like a substance and gradually spread to the side, leaving the nearest participants afraid to breathe.

Seeing someone entering, his hawk-like gaze quickly swept over Angel's face. Fortunately, through the triple disguise of the hood, mask and "Crazy Ring", Mr. A just glanced casually and retracted his gaze, but this still made Angel Feeling a hint of curiosity.

Fortunately, the organizer of the gathering left the scene quickly, leaving only a few waiters to write down the transaction contents and pass notes back and forth. This made the depressing atmosphere of the venue gradually become more lively. Angel also handed over a few pieces of paper with transaction items written on them. Just as the waiter was writing the trade requests for formulas such as "Apprentice" and "Master of Magic" and Storm Gathering Bullets on the blackboard, Angel saw a trade request that caught her attention:

"I am looking to purchase the main materials for the 'Sheriff' or the 'Interrogator', or special items that can directly replace them."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 275 Connectors

With the experience of being "reminded" by Servilia of the Witch Cult, Angel immediately guessed the purpose of the suitor: to find someone with the extraordinary characteristics of "sheriff" and "interrogator".

There is a high probability that this person is the "Black Emperor" who recently broke into Capin's mansion and killed the two Extraordinaries who were protecting him. At least he was a companion who helped him sell his Extraordinary properties.

With this level of knowledge, Angel will naturally not take the bait easily, but she is also very curious about the identity of the person behind the search for the Black Emperor. According to her and Sherlock's analysis, Caping is likely to be related to Backlund. The upper-class nobles, even the military, and the royal family are all closely connected, not to mention helping the Witch Sect to traffic people. They are involved in many ways. His death has made countless people anxious and urgently need to find the murderer.

There are so many possibilities for the identity of the person behind the scenes that it's hard to know where to start.

"It's a pity that I won't be fooled. If I want to sell extraordinary characteristics, I will do it at a Tarot meeting instead of a meeting organized by the Aurora Society..."

Thinking secretly, Angel continued to check other transaction information, and soon bought some spiritual materials for making bullets, sold 20 "Storm Gathering" bullets, and recovered 150 pounds in cash.

The buyer this time was still the tall man wearing a golden mask. The buyer seemed to be very interested in the "craftsman" behind Angel, and tried several times to win over the buyer for long-term supply. However, Angel's speed of making ammunition was not stable, and I suspected that the masked man was the spokesperson of a certain force and did not want to have too much contact, so I did not agree.

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The door was closed, cutting off the noise of the Extraordinaries attending the gathering outside. Mr. A dismissed the waiter, walked down the stairs to the underground, carefully closed the door, went around a few turns in the dark passage, and came to a room like a In a temple-like basement.

Here stands an upside-down giant statue, which is the "true creator" that the Aurora Society believes in.

At this time, a person wearing a hooded robe was already kneeling in front of the statue. When he heard Mr. A approaching, the person turned back and looked towards the entrance. The weak light of the candle in the corner illuminated the beautiful and alluring female face under the hood. .

If the Tingen City Nighthawks Team or Sost's "Red Gloves" were present, they would easily recognize this as Ms. D who escaped from Tingen to Backlund.

Mr. A didn't seem to see his colleagues. He took a few steps forward and knelt in front of the statue. His position was subtly a few centimeters closer to the statue.

"I have found an entry point and will launch operations soon."

After kneeling in silence for a moment, Ms. D couldn't help but speak first.

Mr. A responded to her with silence.

"Are you..."

"You messed up the Tingen thing, are you going to do it again in Backlund?" Mr. A interrupted the other party, with a hint of imperceptible anger in his tone, "The Witch Sect and I have begun cooperation, let The only reason you stay here is to worry about being caught by the official Beyonders, rather than letting you continue your way of doing things in Backlund."

"If you mess up again, even if the saints spare you, I won't spare you."

After saying that, he lowered his head, knelt on the ground, muttered something silently, and continued to offer devout prayers to the "True Creator."

Ms. D snorted coldly, said nothing, but leaned down and made the same action as him.

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On Saturday morning, Angel spent almost all her savings and finally got the revolver made with Sequence 6 extraordinary characteristics, a magical item she named "Good Luck".

The extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 6 are worth between 3000 and 4000 pounds. The difference depends on scarcity and the game between the two parties. For example, the extraordinary characteristics of "Devil" that Angel sold to "Eye of Wisdom" sold for 3200 pounds. The made magical item was only sold for 3500 pounds, and it also came with 200 pounds worth of demon-hunting bullets, apparently because the craftsman Kawei was eager to sell it.

Maybe it's because Kawei feels that having this pistol around her will easily lead to bad luck... I see that her watch shop doesn't have many customers every day. Could it be because of this weapon?

Angel was on the hired carriage, carefully studying the large-caliber revolver in his hand.

The metal part of this weapon is bright brass and looks like it is made of gold. The muzzle is slightly longer than an ordinary revolver. It is engraved with complicated patterns. There are several grooves carved on the surface of the grip. , giving it greater friction and making it harder to let go.It doesn't look like a weapon worth several thousand pounds at all...

Angel loaded the gifted demon-hunting bullets into the cylinder, put the pistol back into the holster on his waist under his cloak, and carefully fixed the holster to avoid losing this expensive item.

She now only has less than 150 pounds left in her entire net worth, which she earned from selling some special bullets at Mr. A's rally. No one took any interest in the potion formulas for sale, which made her quite disappointed.

It was already Saturday afternoon, and she was going to the East District to meet the "new guy" that Servilia had given her and get to know each other. However, before the carriage reached the junction of the Backlund Bridge area and the East District, someone accompanying The "squeaking" noise stopped.

"Sorry, madam, the wheel seems to be stuck. You will have to walk the rest of the way."

The coachman's voice came from outside the door. Angel touched "Good Luck", sighed secretly, got out of the carriage, and paid the fare.

She had no doubt that it was the negative effects of this magical item that had affected the carriage she was riding in.

Sure enough, not far away, the broken down carriage came to life with the driver sighing in surprise and doubt. Angel did not look back and ride again. She knew that if she got on the carriage again, it would not be far away before it would appear again. New question.

Walking into the East District, no unlucky things happened along the way, such as being hit by high-altitude objects or accidentally slipping. Angel arrived at a simple apartment building smoothly, which made her guess that the negative effects of "good luck" were not It takes effect all the time, but intermittently causes some unfortunate events. Otherwise, let alone using it in combat, I am afraid that just carrying it will make it difficult to move.

The newly minted assassin lived on the second floor of the apartment. Angel did not enter through the front door, but went around to the back, easily climbed up using the gaps between pipes and bricks, and used the thin slices of frost to open the latch on the inside of the window. Entered the room.

The furnishings in this one-bedroom apartment are simple, but it is quite clean and tidy. There is no smell of moldy bedding that is common in the East District. Angel walked out of the unoccupied bedroom. A man in the living room was facing away from her and facing the only door. I opened the window and looked at the street scene outside the window, wondering what I was thinking.

Amidst Angel's deliberately aggravated footsteps, the man turned around in surprise with a hint of panic. After seeing the person clearly, his pupils narrowed and he reached for his waist with his right hand.

"Don't be nervous, I'm your new boss."

Angel had no intention of fighting with him and quickly took out the token that Servilia had given her - a cheap silver earring.

Seeing the visitor take out the token, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the hand that was touching the dagger at his waist. He turned his whole body completely to this side, his eyes were searching. He first confirmed the style of the earrings, and then curiously Stay with Angel.

The latter was also sizing up this "assassin". He was about 20 years old, with shoulder-length brown hair and very thin eyebrows. His facial features were not as rough as his age, but rather neutral and delicate.

"Hello, ma'am," he greeted cautiously, "Joels said you would be here today, but I thought, well, you would go through the front door."

Who is Joels... is he his previous contact, a member of a certain witch sect?

Angel muttered in his heart, but replied seriously: "This is a test to see if you are vigilant enough. The result makes me very disappointed."

"Sorry, I wasn't vigilant enough."

Unexpectedly, the newcomer admitted his mistake easily, which made Angel feel like she had no power to use. She nodded and sat on the wooden chair next to the coffee table in the living room.

"Forget it for today, stay vigilant at all times in the future, maybe the enemy will appear behind you next time," Angel lowered his tone, making his tone appear mature and more like a "senior", "First introduce yourself. "

The young man sat opposite her, the simple wooden chair creaking and shaking.

"My name is Sherman. I think you already know that I am an 'assassin'..."

(End of this chapter)