Chapter 147: Promoted to "Joker"
Returning to the second floor from the basement, Angel felt as if he were in another world.
She took out her pocket watch to check the time. In fact, less than half an hour had passed.
But in front of the "Sword of the Goddess" Creste Cesima, whose attitude is unclear and abilities are strange, it is no exaggeration to say that every day is like a year.
Fortunately, until the very end of the examination, the senior deacon's attitude was very kind...
Angel wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, walked through the corridor, passed through the partition, and returned to the reception hall.
At this time, the heavy rain outside the window had stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the bright sunshine fell on the earth. It passed through the windows facing the street and painted a layer of golden color on the furniture and floor in the hall.
There were only two people seated in the reception hall. Klein squirmed restlessly on the sofa. The coffee in front of him had long since gone cold, but he hadn't taken a sip. Sitting across from him, Ms. Daly lazily leaned back on the sofa, flipping through a newspaper, a stark contrast to Klein's mood.
Hearing approaching footsteps, Klein turned his head to look at the partition and found that it was Angel. The worry on his face faded. He stood up and asked:
"Did you pass the test?"
"Yes, Your Excellency Cecima, it is just as Ms. Daly said. I have successfully passed the examination and have now taken the potion to become a Sequence 8 Beyonder."
Angel replied, implicitly telling Klein about Crested's attitude and telling him not to worry.
"Take the potion...Congratulations!"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Klein quickly understood what the other party meant, and an undisguised smile appeared on his face.
"I told you, there's no need to worry about her," Daly's fair face peeked out from behind the newspaper. "Klein was really restless just now, questioning me and wanting to find Dunn. He was almost rushing into the basement."
She winked at Angel, reminding him of a move Dunn occasionally used.
"Ahem—I'm worried about my teammates."
Klein turned his face away and said with a cough.
"Well, now it's my turn to worry about you. It's time for you to go down, 'Fortune Teller'."
Angel walked around Klein and came to the sofa. He sat down opposite Daly and then said to Klein.
She emphasized the "fortune teller" and was also looking forward to how the other party would perform after being promoted to the "clown".
Is it really necessary to become a...
Klein seemed to have thought of the same question. He left the reception hall with a strange look on his face and went to the alchemy room for examination.
"How was it? Did you drink the Instigator potion again and lose control?"
Looking in the direction Klein left, Daly asked with a smile on her face in a cheerful tone.
"Just now, when I heard you say that this senior deacon brought the Instigator's potion, I really thought this would be the outcome..."
Angel sighed deliberately and replied. She picked up Klein's unfinished coffee and drank it all in one gulp. "Hmm, it's already cold, and the fat has risen to the surface..."
"Why, didn't you say in your letter that I wouldn't have the chance to scare you again?"
The expression on Daly's face at this moment can be described as sunny, at least brighter than the sun outside the window.
After enjoying her verbal victory, she pulled out a palm-sized black wooden box from behind her back, looked around mysteriously, and then handed it to Angel.
"What's this?"
The latter took the wooden box and tried to feel the object in the box, but found that this box with a simple appearance and clear edges had the effect of isolating spirituality, and asked curiously.
"In your letter, you asked me to find something in Backlund."
Searching for the "Agate Peacock Egg" in Backlund?
Thinking of what he had asked Daly to do in his reply letter, Angel felt his breathing become heavier, and the box in his hand became heavier.
With the other person's encouraging gaze, she pressed the lock, opened the box, and looked inside.
The walls of the wooden box are much thicker than they appear from the outside, leaving only a space in the middle that is less than half the length and width of the outer walls. Inside is an egg-shaped object slightly smaller than an egg. The crystal eggshell is like polished glass, and the interior is a mixture of red, green and orange, like a gem with disrupted colors.
After opening the lid, this "gem" seems to emit a substantial brilliance, which is so captivating that people can't help but want to touch its smooth surface.
From Cole's memory, Angel knew the styles of the two main ingredients of the "Witch" potion. Without additional confirmation, she knew that the one in front of her was the "Agate Peacock Egg".
After closing the lid of the box to isolate the spiritual power of the extraordinary material, Angel looked up at Daly.
"Thank you, Ms. Daly. I didn't expect you to be able to obtain this extraordinary material so quickly." She expressed her gratitude sincerely. "How much did it cost?"
In order to cope with the scrutiny during this period, Angel deposited all of her "huge assets of unknown origin" into her unnamed account at Backlund Bank before submitting the special report. At this point, apart from her weekly salary, she had no money left on her or at home.
Fortunately, the money in the bank is enough to pay for the materials of this potion. After Daly quotes the price, she can withdraw it and return it to the other party today.
"I bought it through a friend. It didn't cost much. Consider it a gift to celebrate your successful exam."
Daly said with a nonchalant expression.
A gift... But this is the main ingredient for a Sequence 7 potion. Even if there are channels to buy it at a low price, it is worth at least 500 pounds...
Angel couldn't accept such an expensive "gift" and was about to ask for the price, but saw Daly smile slyly and said:
"If you think it's too expensive to accept, then consider it the cost of purchasing intelligence."
"intelligence?"
"From now on, you will send me Dunn's movements via courier every week. Be sure to give me detailed information."
The captain's movements?
Angel was speechless. This was not "intelligence" at all. Daly probably said this just to make him feel at ease to accept this "gift".
Perhaps, it was also a way of repaying her for pointing out the reason for the rift between them.
"Thanks."
After putting the wooden box into the inner pocket of his windbreaker, Angel was silent for a while and then thanked him again.
Daly hummed and said nothing more. Instead, she picked up the Intis Post beside her, yawned, and flipped through the gossip on it.
By the time Angel had boiled a new pot of hot water and made coffee, Klein reappeared in front of them.
The examination of him also took half an hour...but my three questions were extra. Is that because after Klein passed the examination, he needs to actually prepare and take the potion?
Angel looked at Klein, who had a calm expression on his face. He felt that he was not at all like he was after taking the potion, with his spiritual energy overflowing and his state unstable.
Is it because of meditation that the outward spirituality has been restrained, or is it because of the help of "acting method"?
Angel guessed and approached the other person. When he opened his mouth to speak, he pulled out the dagger from his waist like lightning. With a short and sharp sound from the friction between the sheath and the dagger, he stabbed at Klein, who looked surprised.
The latter raised his right hand at a speed far beyond that of an ordinary person and struck Angel's outstretched arm from the side, while his entire upper body leaned back to avoid the dagger stabbing towards his neck.
With a "bang", Angel's left hand blocked Klein's right arm, grabbing it and pulling it back, pulling the man's leaning body towards him again. The dagger in his right hand was already against the man's Adam's apple.
“It’s better than before, but still not enough.”
She commented mercilessly.
Klein recovered his composure and glanced down, realizing that Angel had reversed his grip on the dagger the moment he struck him. Only the handle of the dagger was against his neck, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was just my body's natural reaction. I still need more training. Once I fully master the potion-strengthened body, I'll..."
The newly promoted Sequence 8 retorted dissatisfiedly.
"Well, that depends on your performance. Zhan... No, should I call you Joker now?"
Angel retracted the dagger and ignored the other party's stubbornness.
"puff--"
Daly, who had hidden her face behind the newspaper, chuckled.
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