Chapter 178 The Night Watchman Arrives
"Hey, what's that look on your face? That's my 2,000 pounds, not yours."
The Dominican Federation couldn't help but remind Angel.
"Oh, really?"
The latter held the document bag worth 2,000 pounds to his chest and held it tightly.
"Okay, it's 2,000 pounds for everyone. We can split it 50-50. Sonya and I can take half. After all, you need me to take you to the Beyonder gathering to sell this manuscript."
After measuring the difference in military strength between the two sides in his mind, the Dominican Commonwealth compromised.
If we each get half, I can only get 1,000 pounds?
Angel shook his head. "I think 500 pounds is enough to buy your information and labor. I have the manuscript, and I can slowly find a buyer. But where are you going to find another manuscript?"
The two of them were deadlocked for a moment, and finally decided to split the profits 70% to 30%. After selling the difference engine manuscript, Angel would get 1,400 pounds, and the Dominican Federation and Sonia would get 600 pounds.
The Dominican Federation, whose income had plummeted, had a look of anger on its face, which then turned into helplessness. He personally delivered Angel and the differential engine manuscript to the door, his eyes never leaving the file bag.
This made Angel a little worried that he would attack impulsively. Fortunately, although this "provocative" was harsh in his words, he did not do anything stupid in the end.
"Remember, three days from now, Friday evening at six o'clock, don't die in a stinking ditch and lose our 2,000 pounds."
The guy was still acting diligently as Angel walked down the stairs.
Does he know the "acting method", or is he just subconsciously doing things that fit his identity and the name of the potion?
Angel guessed secretly and replied casually: "It's my 2,000 pounds. You only have 600, no, 300 pounds. The remaining half is Sonya's."
Even after she had gone down to the second floor, she could still hear the sound of the door upstairs being slammed shut.
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In the Sonia Sea, a three-masted sailing ship is sailing through the endless storm.
Alger Wilson, the captain of the Blue Avenger, dressed in a storm robe, was looking at the nautical chart on the table in the captain's cabin, but his vision was out of focus and it was unknown what he was thinking about.
After a long time, he stood up and looked at the small window on the cabin wall. A heavy rain was raging outside the window, and a flash of lightning flashed from time to time, illuminating the deep blue and almost black sea water.
"I'm a founding member of the Tarot Club, so I should have given it more consideration," Alger muttered hesitantly, as if trying to convince himself. "Mr. Fool doesn't care about these mundane matters, but we must protect the Tarot Club for Him."
He still wanted to find out where Miss "Queen" was and whether she would threaten the existence of the Tarot Club.
If she had died in a battle, or accidentally died while being hunted by an official Beyonder, it would be regrettable, but it would be the best outcome for the Tarot Club.
But if she is arrested and interrogated, or takes the initiative to reveal the existence of the Tarot Club to others, Mr. Fool will definitely be fine, but what about us mortals?
After figuring all this out, Alger walked around the chart table, pushed open the door of the captain's room, and walked into the storm.
The sails rustled without anyone controlling them, and the few crew members on the deck were busy working in the wind and rain. Although this ghost ship did not need sailors, Alger needed them for other tasks.
Seeing their captain walk onto the deck, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at this Sequence 7 "Navigator".
"We will proceed to the port of Oravi in the Rorsted Archipelago and stay there for a day to resupply and receive new orders."
Alger shouted loudly, only in this way could his words be conveyed to everyone on the deck amidst the storm.
After a brief moment of silence, several crew members shouted to echo the captain's words, and cheers rang out one after another.
They had only been out to sea from Pritz Harbor for a week, and the ghost ship was not like an ordinary ship that required hundreds of people to maintain its operation and needed to conserve supplies, so they could eat fresh food every day and sleep in spacious single rooms.
But landing means relaxing the body and mind, and means...
"I can't wait! The women in Pritz Harbor are no match for the women on the sea!"
One of the crew members exaggeratedly shook his lower body, causing his companions to laugh with various thoughts.
Alger ignored these crew members whose true colors were revealed. All he wanted were obedient subordinates, not saints who would be so self-disciplined that they would eventually break down.
And only after reaching the shore would he have the opportunity to contact his companions in the church via telegram, asking them to help investigate the Queen's information and what happened in Tingen City.
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“Squeak—”
Angel cracked an egg in the pan and used a spatula to move the bacon to the side, leaving the middle of the pan where the egg would be heated the most.
The aroma produced by the protein meeting the high-heat oil emits, filling the open kitchen with a unique early morning atmosphere.
"Let's fry one more today."
Angel took a sniff at the aroma and decided on a whim to add an egg to his breakfast.
Just then, there was a knock on the living room door.
"Who is knocking on the door at this time..."
Looking at the burnt fried egg, Angel could only take the pan off the stove and put it aside, hoping that the residual heat would not ruin his breakfast. Then he wiped his hands and walked to the door.
Through the peephole, she saw two middle-aged men in police uniforms standing outside the door. Familiar with the Loen Kingdom's police system, she immediately recognized that one of them was a senior inspector and the other was a police captain.
Had the manuscript been exposed? Or had the thief, Gao Li, and his boss finally decided to report the crime, even going to jail themselves to get the manuscript back?
After thinking for a moment, Angel decided to open the door and take a look.
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
She opened the door, pretended to be surprised and a little wary after seeing the police, and spoke hesitantly.
"Erin Watson?" The bearded sheriff, with two V-shaped badges on his shoulders, asked in a serious tone. He looked surprised when he saw Angel and paused for a moment before continuing, his attitude softening. "I'm Sergeant Dule of Red Rose Street. This is Senior Inspector Mr. Hopper. He has some questions for you. Please answer truthfully."
This attitude change is too fast... No wonder Mrs. Varys doesn't like "Silveras Field". I don't think anyone in the entire Backlund likes you.
Secretly criticizing the capital's police system, Angel's face showed confusion and nervousness, and he asked in a stumbling tone:
"Yes, what do you want to ask me? I just moved here from Tingen and I don't know anything..."
"Ahem, please don't be nervous, ma'am." The senior inspector named Hopper, who had three six-pointed stars on his epaulettes, coughed lightly and took over the conversation. "We just came from Mrs. Varys. She mentioned that you have been renting this house since last Sunday. May I ask if you have met a Feysac man? Well, he looks like this..."
As he spoke, the senior inspector pulled out a folded piece of thin paper from the inner pocket of his police uniform, unfolded it, and showed the front to Angel.
This was a wanted poster, still smelling of ink, as if it had been printed not long ago. It depicted a middle-aged man in his forties, with sideburns growing long enough to almost cover his ears, and together with his beard, completely framing his broad face. There was also some text describing him below: brown hair, blue eyes, and speaking Loenese with a Feysac accent.
The first time she saw it, Angel recognized it as Quick, the former tenant who had hidden the "Difference Engine" manuscript in the study of this house, whom she had seen in the magic mirror divination.
"I'm sorry, I haven't seen him."
After pretending to recall something for a moment, Angel replied.
This was the truth; she had never seen this Feysac man in real life.
"Okay, remember his appearance. If you see him, don't alarm him. Secretly contact the nearest patrol officer or go to the police station to report him."
As if he had already anticipated the answer, Senior Inspector Hopper's brown eyes revealed an understanding look. He rubbed his temples with one hand and continued to display the wanted poster with the other, and gave instructions.
"Okay, officer, but who is he? Would it be dangerous for me to meet him?"
"He's a Feysac spy, of course he's dangerous!"
Sheriff Dule interjected.
"spy!"
Angel expressed shock and fear at the right time and successfully received verbal comfort from the two police officers.
"Ma'am, don't worry. The police will arrest him soon. If you encounter him, do not show any emotion or gesture that you know him. Find an opportunity to leave and call the police."
After repeated instructions, they put away the wanted poster and walked along the street towards Mrs. Wallis's residence.
Angel continued to make a worried expression until the two police officers were out of his sight, then he closed the door and returned to his living room.
"The police chief and the senior inspector are probably not from the same system. He has limited respect for his superiors and is more likely to cooperate with his work... The senior inspector, hey, is likely a Sequence 7 Beyonder. They automatically obtain this rank in the police system."
Rubbing his stiff face, Angel analyzed the identities of the two people just now.
Then she recalled Captain Dunn's deep eyes and the way he rubbed his temples from time to time.
Could it be that Senior Inspector Hopper is also a "nightmare"?
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