Chapter 199: Second Coming Party
Late at night, in the Backlund Bridge area, inside the sewers.
Two men in windbreakers and high boots were searching for something in the narrow sewer. They had no lanterns or torches, but they could identify the road with the faint moonlight coming in from the skylight, as if they had the vision to see through the darkness.
One of them had brown hair, a mess as if it hadn't been washed for days. His eyes of the same color scanned the wide sewer junction in front of him, seeming a little confused.
"Siveras Field and the Mandated Punisher were so eager to transfer the case to us, I thought many citizens had already perished at the hands of the giant crocodile. I didn't expect it to be even quieter here than the North District streets in the early morning."
Another man in a windbreaker followed behind him, muttering to himself.
"You should be glad you're here catching rats instead of going with the other teams to find Intis's spies."
The brown-haired man walking in front turned around and spoke in a gentle tone.
"And just as I left the base, news arrived that the Intis ambassador had been assassinated. He was a Sequence 6, and the Beyonders in the embassy couldn't even fit on a single carriage, yet he died just like that. Ha, let's see which unlucky team will be assigned to assist with the investigation."
"Okay, okay, I get it, Chuck. It's my luck that I've been saving up for a month to come catch mice with you. But are there any mice here for us to catch? Why don't I feel like there's even a fly?"
The man called Chuck was the night watchman "Nightmare" who investigated Angel in his dream a few days ago. Upon hearing his companion's words, he looked around in confusion.
"The report said there were hordes of rats bigger than dogs and giant crocodiles capable of swallowing people alive, but I can't see anything... Do you think this is a prank by those Beyonders hiding in the shadows?"
Another "Midnight Poet" who was only at Sequence 8 frowned, shook his head, and replied:
"I don't think so. The report was very detailed, even mentioning the 'Aurora Society' and the 'True Creator.' And listen," he closed his mouth, letting the sewer become so quiet that only the slow flow of sewage could be heard under his feet. "There's no sound at all, not even the squeal of a rat. It's so quiet... like someone has deliberately cleaned it out."
"It would be great if there were a secret prying person or fortune teller here at this time. They could use divination to further confirm the clues..."
Chuck Hopper smacked his lips, feeling the rich mint and disinfectant vapor in his nasal cavity was about to disappear, while the stench from the outside world was gradually seeping in. He knew that the effect of the medicine he inhaled before coming in was about to disappear.
"At least we're sure there are no man-eating rats or crocodiles, and we haven't sensed any evil aura. We'll leave the rest to the Mandated Punishers. This area was originally theirs."
Despite saying so, the two of them still dutifully walked around the sewer, and only left the sewer with their noses pinched after confirming that there were no mutant animals mentioned in the report.
In the darkness, a pair of red eyes stared at the backs of the Night Watchmen until they turned a right-angled bend and walked out of the passage into the moonlight, then they slowly closed their eyes.
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In the basement of No. 47 Red Rose Street, Angel finished carving the last "Gathering Storm", put down the carving knife, and neatly placed the 20 special bullets into a palm-sized iron box.
This is a fresh batch of ammunition, and she plans to sell it at Mr. A's gathering next week. If the buyer who paid quickly is no longer interested, she can also sell it at the "Eye of Wisdom" gathering.
This is the benefit of attending multiple Beyonder gatherings at the same time...
Angel also copied down a recipe for Sequence 8 "Barbarian" and "Master of Magic", but he didn't plan to sell the former to the woman who sold weapons at the party immediately. If he sold the recipe directly, he would only get gold pounds, but if he used it as a resource exchange, he might be able to obtain clues to magical items or other recipes.
After packing up the items to be sold, Angel took his weapons, magic mirror and newly made wand with him and left home to attend the "Eye of Wisdom" party tonight, but he met Mrs. Varys' maid, Anna, on the way out.
"Hello, Miss Watson," Anna bowed gracefully. "Mrs. Wallis will hold a small tea party at her home next Sunday and has invited several of her friends to attend. Are you interested?"
They invited me to a tea party and even sent a maid to come... Angel thought of the "middle-class pride" he had mentioned when chatting with the Moretti brothers and sisters, and remembered that they had to send a maid to invite people to the banquet, and a smile appeared on his face.
Fortunately, I haven't put on the "Ring of Madness" yet. In the eyes of Master Varys and his servants, I still look the same as when I came to Backlund. I have to find a way to reduce their impression of me. It would be best if Mrs. Varys could forget what I look like...
Thinking of this, she politely declined the tea party invitation that Anna conveyed to her, but out of politeness, she did not refuse directly, but said that she would "think about it."
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After finishing dinner at a nearby restaurant, Angel went to the alley near the Brave Bar. Donning a puppy mask, he knocked on the side door of the unassuming building where the Eye of Wisdom was holding its party. He followed the code in the Backlund Morning Post, knocking at different levels of strength and length.
After passing the guard's inspection behind the door, Angel once again entered the living room where only a candle was lit.
Of course, this time she spent 2 soli to buy an iron mask from the guard, replacing the conspicuous puppy mask, trying not to attract attention.
It was still a few minutes before 8:00 when the party was officially scheduled to begin. There were only four or five people sitting scattered around the living room. Angel looked at them one by one. In addition to the old man "Eye of Wisdom" sitting in the middle seat, the oversized and instantly recognizable "Pharmacist" Darkwill was also there.
He probably won't recognize me, after all, I changed my mask... Angel comforted himself, picked a single sofa in the corner and sat down, waiting for the party to start.
In the final minutes, five more participants arrived, all dressed in iron masks and hooded robes. However, based on their body shapes, Angel still recognized the man who had offended the Sequence 5 Beyonder on Monday and wanted to spend 400 pounds to hire a bodyguard or buy a magical item.
He actually survived. Could it be that he listened to the advice of the Eye of Wisdom and spent money to avoid disaster?
Angel looked at the other person curiously and felt a pair of eyes staring at him, coming from the man's direction, but he didn't look in this direction.
Subconsciously, he pressed his tongue against his back teeth and opened his spiritual vision. A faint white glow shone through the man's body, but other than that, there was nothing unusual.
Strange, is it an illusion?
She closed her clairvoyance and felt the prying gaze disappear.
"Let's get started. We don't have to wait for other friends who are late."
Seeing that the sofas and chairs around were about 70% to 80% occupied, "Eye of Wisdom" announced the start of the party.
"What happened to your precious herb pile? Did the animals eat it all?"
A low voice came from the corner. Angel recognized it as the "Black Snake" who sold pollutants suspected to be the real Creator on Monday. He should be asking the "Pharmacist".
As expected, Darkwill turned his head to face Black Snake and replied unhappily, "Those mutant rats and crocodiles have been killed. The woman with the dog mask I hired was very reliable. Unfortunately, the sewers are no longer suitable for growing herbs. I've chosen a better place, one that won't be disturbed by humans or animals."
He wouldn't really find a cemetery or tomb to grow his herbs, right?
Angel thought of the conversation that night and suspected that the pharmacist had embarked on a criminal path.
"Ms. Dog? Ha, then why didn't she come tonight?" Black Snake looked around the venue and didn't see the conspicuous puppy mask. He laughed unceremoniously, "If you had hired me that day, I would have definitely cleaned out the sewers and let you farm in peace."
You omitted two key words...
Steadying the iron mask on his face, Angel resisted the urge to teach him a lesson.
There's no point in competing with the lunatics from the Aurora Society...
Muttering to himself, Angel looked around, trying to see which passage the "Black Snake" would leave from next.
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