Chapter 186 "Brave Bar"
After mobilizing his spiritual power and clearing the safe house with black flames, Angel put on the "Ring of Madness" again, left the shabby one-bedroom apartment, and took a long detour from the dock area back to the Backlund Bridge area, returning to his residence on Red Rose Street.
Although she knew that her hunger was just a negative effect of the magical item and not 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 I'll have to wear this ring as little as possible in the future. It's fine for a short period of time, but if I wear it for a long time, I'm afraid it won't just affect my eating needs, but other needs as well..."
After playing with the ring with its simple shape and intricate patterns for a while, Angel put it in a small iron box and kept it carefully.
After all, this is a magical item worth 2,000 pounds. In order to sneak into the "Witch Sect" in the future, you will have to rely on its psychological "sense of strangeness".
Of course, she was not planning to return to Mr. A's Extraordinary Gathering anytime soon. The role she played was a witch who left Tingen City and tried to escape from the "Witch Cult". After being followed by an unidentified instigator, it would seem too deliberate for her to immediately return to the gathering where her identity had been exposed.
There should be at least a week's interval... Mr. A's rally is held every two or three days, and it has been held continuously in recent days. You can find time to go at any time. It is better to make some more "Storm Gathering", maybe the golden mask will continue to be purchased.
She planned to go to the Brave Bar on Tiemen Street in the Bridge District the next day, where she could buy all kinds of guns and ammunition without a gun license. Angel hadn't used any of the bullets he brought to Backlund, but had made almost all of them into special bullets for sale, which urgently needed to be replenished.
And according to the Dominican Republic, the person in charge knew the time of another party and could make an introduction for a small fee.
The role of the witch also needs to be put on the agenda. Although I am short of money now and cannot afford the formula and materials of Sequence 6 even after digesting the potion, it is better to be prepared. Improving strength is always the first priority.
She planned to read the newspaper and look for some acting opportunities, or work part-time at a divination club and try to become a "witch" who was proficient in magic mirror divination.
Maybe I can become a great fortune teller...
Looking at the citrine pendant on his wrist, Angel blinked quickly and quickly lowered his sleeve to cover the pendant and the "Secret Holy Symbol" that reflected the light.
Angel walked around the noisy boxing ring and the dog-catching-rat competition venue of the "Brave Bar", squeezed through the sweaty crowd, came to the outside of billiard room No. 3, and gently pushed open the door.
"Excuse me, is Kaspars Kalininen here?"
She asked in a low voice, like a spy making a contact.
"I was introduced by the 'old man'."
Remembering the code word from the Dominican Federation, 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 the right side of his face that went through his eye 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 his pool cue and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Caspers also threw the pool cue onto the table, limped over to the wall, sat on a low stool, stared at Angel and asked, "What do you need?"
"Large-caliber pistol ammunition, 50 rounds."
The latter took out a pistol bullet he carried with him and signaled to the other party that this caliber was needed.
"It's two pounds. Do you need a pistol?"
Kaspers quoted a price.
This is nearly twice as expensive as the weapons store, but I didn't bring my weapons license to Backlund, so I had no choice but to accept his high price...
Angel shook his head helplessly, took out a two-pound note and handed it to the other party, and soon received the large-caliber bullets neatly packed in a cardboard box and coated with protective grease.
"I heard you can take people to some secret party?"
She asked casually, checking the bullet.
"Humph, that place is not easy to get into, especially for a stranger like you."
Caspar looked at Angel's unimpressive face, paused for a moment, and continued:
"Tomorrow evening at 8 o'clock, if you really want to attend the party, come here. The fee is also 2 pounds. No latecomers will be accepted."
"Thank you, I'll be there on time."
Holding the bullet, Angel left the billiard room, her eyes involuntarily looking at the game of dog catching rat. A new peak showdown had begun. The bettors on both sides roared to cheer for their dogs, which made her feel a little itchy.
"No, this isn't my idea. It's a side effect of the 'Ring of Madness'..."
Whispering a warning to herself, she pushed open the door of the bar as if fleeing and returned to the foggy street.
In the cold evening wind, she gradually suppressed her inner desire to gamble.
Another reason is that I don’t have much money left…
After paying 600 pounds to the Dominican Federation, Angel had less than 130 pounds left. Although she earned 150 pounds from selling 20 "Gathering Storms", she had bought a lot of materials and furniture in the past two days to enrich her warm little home, and rented a safe house in the East District. At this time, her savings were only 200 pounds, and she was spending money like water.
"Once we finish and sell these bullets, we should be able to make quite a bit of money..."
Holding the heavy bullets in her pocket tightly, she entered the nearest subway station and bought a second-class ticket.
Ever since she was followed by the instigator of the Witch Cult, she would go to the safe house in the East District before returning home, use the "Black Flame" to disinfect herself, and then return to Red Rose Street, even though she was 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, emitting smoke no less than its ground-based counterparts. Angel withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the Backlund Post in his hand.
This was a popular newspaper in Backlund, and the GGs it published were mainly about the city itself. This made it easier for her to find acting opportunities nearby, as she wouldn't see GGs from Port Enmat, Constant, or even the Republic of Intis.
As the wheels clanged across the gaps between the rails, Angel's eyes quickly swept over the little GG between the newspapers.
"Looking for a lost cat? That's something any detective can do, right? But speaking of cats, could I also keep one? That way I'd be more like a wicked 'witch'... Missing person notice? Aren't you looking for that woman from Tingen?"
Angel looked at the request carefully and found that it was just an ordinary missing person, so he didn't pay any further attention to it.
But the next GG attracted her.
"Sherlock Moriarty, a private investigator skilled in handling a wide range of matters, charges reasonable fees and strictly adheres to the principle of confidentiality. He resides at 15 Minsk Street, Cherwood District..."
As soon as he saw the detective's name, Angel couldn't help laughing.
Although the alphabetic 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 he still had some impression of those well-known names.
Fortunately, his last name was not Holmes. Otherwise, in a different world during the Industrial Revolution, a person with the same name and surname as the famous consulting detective appeared in a city similar to Victorian London, and his profession also happened to be a detective. It was simply a fateful coincidence.
But Moriarty...
It can’t be such a coincidence, right?
Angel suddenly felt a desire to meet the detective.
She folded the corner of the newspaper and memorized the information. If she passed by the Cherwood area in the future, she might have the opportunity to look for this combination of super detective and super criminal.
After turning a few more pages of GG, Angel still didn't find an opportunity to use her magic mirror for divination and play the role of a "witch".
But after seeing the detective Sherlock's GG, she also had some ideas. She felt that she could try playing GG, create the image of a mysterious witch, and perform appropriately by accepting commissions.
However, this may expose my real address. Do I have to rent a new house?
After repeated weighing, Angel gave up the idea.
"Unless I find a part-time job at the Fortune Telling Club so I can promote it through GG, otherwise playing GG might not be worth the effort..."
The subway slowly stopped, Angel folded the newspaper and walked towards the door.
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Rorsted Archipelago, Port of Oravi, the captain's cabin 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 little space.
"Your Excellency, the 'River and Sea Church' in Tingen City has replied to the telegram. It has been forwarded through Pritz Harbor and arrived here."
A sailor, who was also a follower of the Lord of Storms, knocked on the door and came in, holding an envelope with a lead seal on it.
"Very good, the news didn't leak out, did it?"
Alger raised his head and looked at his confidant among the crew.
"The message from Pritz Harbor was sent by Lord Sainz himself, and I received and transcribed it myself in the receiving room. It didn't go through anyone else."
He handed the envelope to Alger, then left the captain's cabin and closed the door.
Alger, the "Hanged Man," looked at the envelope in front of him, and his heartbeat quickened.
The secret of Miss "Queen" is in this envelope.
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