Chapter 128 Traces
"Miss Granger, wake up, wake up!"
"Hmm...where am I..."
Angel woke up from her dream with sore body after her shoulders were pushed a few times. She found that the sun was already high in the sky, and the warm sunlight poured into the living room from the bay window and onto her body.
Tromi, who looked panicked, was standing next to him. She was holding a wooden bucket full of cleaning tools in one hand and was about to touch Angel with the other hand. When she saw him wake up, the panic expression on her face was replaced by relief.
It turned out that I fell asleep on the sofa in the living room?
She slowly climbed up from the sofa and turned into a sitting position. Her body, which was in pain due to her twisted sleeping position, protested again, causing Angel to groan.
"Sorry, Tromi, go ahead and do your work. I'll just rest for a while."
The worried female worker looked back at her every few steps. Seeing that Angel was indeed sitting steadily on the sofa, she left the living room and went to do her own thing.
"Did the Captain create another nightmare and make me sleepwalk into the living room?"
Covering his head, Angel's thoughts were in a mess, and it took him a while to remember what happened last night.
"It turned out to be Ms. Daly... no, it was her 'human face' who came here. In the end, she was so angry with me that she set the main light in the living room on fire."
Angel looked up at the large gas lamp that had lit up with emerald green flames last night and frightened her unconscious when she fell into the negative state of the "Magic Pocket Watch".
At this time, the gas lamp had been extinguished, and the slightly yellowed glass cover appeared with constantly changing colors in the sunlight.
"Maybe I said too much? This is the first time I've seen Ms. Daly get angry..."
While thinking, she stood up from the sofa and the thin blanket on her body slid onto the carpet.
Huh? Someone tucked me in?
No, I remember I was squatting in the corner of the living room yesterday. How come I woke up and found myself on the sofa?
Angel didn't think that the translucent face had the ability to move a human body, otherwise it would not just be used as a tool to pass messages, but as a means of attacking the enemy from a distance.
"Could it be that Ms. Daly herself has come to Tingen, and even came to my house last night?"
She muttered to herself, bent down to pick up the quilt, and found a note on the coffee table.
There were a few paragraphs written on it in beautiful handwriting.
"I'm sorry, Angel. I didn't know the negative effects of that magical item were so strong. I lit the fire just to scare you, but I didn't expect you to faint."
It really is a message from Ms. Daly...
Even if his motive was to improve the relationship between Daley and Dunn, his words had indeed angered Daley...
Angel smiled bitterly and continued to look down.
"Dunne said that the effects of this magical item only last ten minutes, but the negative effects last twelve hours. This level of negative effects could have a huge impact on you during combat. My advice is to use it frequently, starting with the smallest flames to get used to the fear and gradually adapt to its negative effects. This way, you won't be affected by the magical item during prolonged combat."
Start with the smallest ones to get used to them, and gradually adapt to the larger ones... This seems to be called "desensitization therapy" in medicine?
Angel recalled some medical knowledge from his previous life and thought that Daly's suggestion should be effective, so he wrote down the plan.
"Also, I'll ask Dunn for leave for you. Rest well at home this morning, and remember to go to the base this afternoon. The Red Gloves should be arriving by then. Do you remember what I said last night?"
"As for Dunn and I, I'll find a chance to talk to him about it, perhaps next time I come to Tingen. Before that, I need time to sort out my thoughts. Besides, he'd probably be scared if a woman took the initiative."
At the end of the message, he drew a crooked smiley face and wrote "Thank you" next to it.
Looking at this smiling face, Angel finally felt relieved.
At least the barrier between Daley and Dunn has been broken by himself. How things develop next depends on them.
Maybe given their personalities, it will be delayed for a few more months, or even until next year, but Angel believes that this two-way relationship will have a happy ending with his help.
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It was not until the pointer of the "magic pocket watch" returned to zero that Angel said goodbye to the busy Tromi and left No. 6 Daffodil Street.
Ever since Tromi's father died in the "Cursed Altar" incident, Angel gave the poor female worker a lot of salary increase as a comfort and help to her, so that she no longer had to rush to the homes of multiple employers from morning to night every day.
As a replacement, Tromi's visits to Angel's house to clean, tidy up and do laundry increased, and she had almost become half of her family's exclusive maid.
Tightening his cloak, Angel jumped off the hired carriage, paid the fare, and turned to look at the "Backlund Bank" on the street.
Of course, this was still Tingen, and the Backlund Bank was merely a branch of this bank in Tingen.
But the single modern building, which was completely different from the buildings on both sides, still attracted the attention of passers-by, even though they passed by this largest bank in the Kingdom of Loen every day.
"Sure enough, no matter which world you are in, the financial industry is the most profitable..."
Sighing secretly, Angel walked into the brightly lit bank lobby.
It was a weekday afternoon and there were not many people doing business. Angel did not have to wait in line and found an empty window.
“Please deposit this money into my account for me.”
After handing the note with his anonymous account and 100 pounds in banknotes into the window, Angel looked away from the busy staff and looked around boredly.
Well, they even luxuriously lit up the lights in broad daylight. If I were still afraid of the negative effects of firelight, I would have fainted right there in the hall… There seemed to be someone handling business in the VIP reception room. There were actually waiters pouring coffee, and there were guards standing outside the door. It seemed like there was no chance of getting in without a few thousand pounds of business…
Angel's eyes swept across the luxuriously decorated VIP reception room with the door half-open, and he quickly looked away, feeling that if he looked at it for one more moment, the money in his pocket would be reduced by a few pounds.
There are also many beautiful paintings on the walls of the lobby. I was so nervous when I came to withdraw money last time that I didn't pay much attention...
This time, as the "special application" scheduled by Angel and Klein was approaching, she was worried that her cash of unknown origin would be discovered. So after her weekly salary was paid and she made up for the part used to investigate the "Red Chimney", she deposited the 100 pounds she had withdrawn from the anonymous account. From the wealthy "Queen" of the Tarot Club, she returned to the poor Night Watchman.
"I'm sorry, sir. We were not well prepared this time and gave you a bad experience. We will provide you with the best VIP service next time."
The sound coming from the VIP room made Angel look away from the wall where the portraits and introductions of the bank's major shareholders were hung. She was looking at the column for "Earl Hall".
The half-open door was pushed open from the inside, and a thin man wearing a windbreaker, a top hat, and carrying a black leather suitcase walked out. He had a gloomy face and seemed extremely disappointed with the "VIP service".
Noticing Angel's gaze, the gloomy man unconcealedly glanced over and stopped on her.
Angel seemed unaware, his gaze lingering on the man for a few seconds before he slowly shifted his gaze to look at the bank manager who was chasing after him and apologizing, and at the window clerk handling the business.
The gaze that lingered behind her disappeared after a long time.
"Your money has been deposited into this account. Please keep the receipt."
Angel thanked him, took the receipt, folded it, and put it in his pocket.
Then she turned around and looked at the gloomy man's back. After he disappeared at the street corner, she walked towards the bank manager with a sweaty face.
"Excuse me, sir."
"What's up?"
The bank manager asked with a hint of dissatisfaction, his eyes just turning away from the back of the VIP customer.
"I'm Inspector Granger, and this is my badge. What did that gentleman do at the bank?"
Angel asked sullenly, holding up his police badge.
The gloomy man with brown hair and thick lips was the one whose true appearance was revealed in Old Neil's writing. He was a member of the "Aurora Society" who tortured and killed the Prak family.
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