Chapter 418 Escape under the Sunset
Not long after, two plates of grilled fish were placed in front of Angel and Klein, along with two glasses of tempting Sonia blood wine.
The Rorsted Archipelago, also known as the "Spice Islands," produces a wide variety of exotic spices. After being developed by the Kingdom of Loen, countless plantations took root here, and the expensive spices were shipped back to the northern continent through maritime trade and exchanged for gold pounds.
This is also the capital of Rorsted, and the origin of the name Bayam, the "City of Generosity". The first colonists believed that this rich island was a place of treasure promised by the gods.
To Angel, the gold, silver, copper and iron deposits of the Rorsted Archipelago, the different uses of wood, and the exploitation of the locals by the colonists seemed a bit out of reach, but the various familiar and unfamiliar spices spread on the grilled fish had a real aroma that rushed straight into her brain through her nostrils.
“It’s indeed the specialty of this restaurant…”
She sighed, picked up her knife and fork to enjoy the meal, but found that the waiter handed her two rough wooden sticks that were thick at one end and thin at the other end and had not been polished much.
This...this can't be chopsticks, right?
Looking around, Angel successfully discovered that most diners who ordered grilled combfish were using these two wooden sticks to pick up the fish and put it into their mouths. Some of them were clumsy and dropped the fish on the plate from time to time, but most people used the "chopsticks" skillfully, as if they were another pair of their fingers.
"This kind of tableware is used when eating grilled fish. It is said that..."
"Emperor Roselle, right?"
Angel nodded in understanding, interrupting the waiter's introduction.
"Yes, he drew inspiration from the ancient customs of the elves."
The waiter continued with a brief history before slowly retreating. He was a native of the Rorsted Archipelago, his skin darker than that of the people of the southern continent, a sun-kissed bronze. He reminded Angel of Mr. Azik, whom he hadn't seen for some time.
Following the example of the people at the next table who held chopsticks in their right hand, Angel clumsily used them to poke open the belly of the grilled fish, barely grabbing a piece of fatty fish belly meat covered with spices and sauces. He put his mouth close to it and was about to put it in his mouth, but accidentally broke the fish meat with too much force and dropped it back onto the plate.
Klein, who was sitting opposite him, deftly used his chopsticks to dip a large piece of fish into the sauce and put it into his mouth. He chuckled and said, "
"Do you need me to teach you?"
Why are you so skilled... Angel picked up another piece of fish in a huff. This time she was careful not to use too much strength. Finally, she put the fish into her mouth and tasted the deliciousness of this specialty dish.
Seeing that she quickly learned it, Klein looked away in boredom. After a moment, he asked:
"Did you gain anything from meeting that Fool believer yesterday?"
"I got some clues about the pirates and found out where several Beyonders gather. The nearest one is tonight, but I have to meet an old friend this afternoon and stake out the contact point in Danitz in the evening, so I might not be able to make it."
"Well, then let's split up. I'll go check out that Beyonder gathering, and you go stake out Danitz and see if you can get any information about other pirates... Who is that old friend you're talking about?"
Klein first spoke while eating fish, but then changed the subject and asked, stopping his chopsticks.
"The Dominican Federation, the hunter from MI9 that I mentioned to you last time."
Angel became more and more skilled in using chopsticks. He quickly finished half a grilled fish and answered casually after taking a big gulp of Sonia blood wine.
Seeing Klein's expression was a little strange, she quickly added:
"Remember his underage girlfriend? The one who became a 'fortune teller'?"
"I remember now, it was them..."
Hearing this, Klein smiled, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip of the blood wine, attracting Angel's curious gaze.
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Towards evening, Angel came to the "Sea and Fire" bar again, and under the guidance of the bartender, he found "Lucky Nick" in a small room on the second floor.
Fortunately, she was lucky this time and did not choose the wrong "Nick" in the difficult choice between two options. Sitting in the private room provided for drinkers to rest and entertain was the Dominican Federation, with which she had cooperated in Backlund.
"Intelligence, commission, or transaction?"
Seeing that the person coming was an unfamiliar woman, this former member of "MI9" with short black hair and casually draped coat was a little unmotivated and asked casually.
"I'm here to find someone proficient in divination. I heard you know such a girl?"
Angel asked softly, instantly drawing a wary glance from the other party.
"I know a lot of fortune tellers. Some use tarot cards in fortune telling rooms, and some are 'real' fortune tellers. Which one are you asking about?"
He asked cautiously.
"Of course it can actually tell fortunes, such as finding the location of the Difference Engine manuscript..."
Angel said this and pointed to his forehead, removing the disguise of the "Faceless Man". After a burst of muscle and skin movement, his face returned to its original appearance.
The moment he saw her face change, the Dominican Federation jumped up from the sofa and was about to open the window and jump directly from the second floor.
It wasn't until he saw Angel's face clearly that he relaxed and slumped back onto the sofa.
"You scared me, I thought..."
He murmured.
"As what? Faceless Man? 'Eighth Inning'?"
Angel sat on another single sofa by the window, poured himself a cup of coffee, and asked with a smile.
"More than that, the people who want to kill me can line up from Pelican Street to Clover Avenue. But how did you know about the 'Eighth Inning'..."
The Dominican Federation didn't seem to expect an answer to this question. After refilling his cup and taking a sip of the scalding coffee, he continued to ask, breathing in the hot air:
"Why are you here at Bayam? Did you finally run away from Backlund and flee overseas?"
"Although I feel like you're being provocative, you're right. I escaped from Backlund."
Angel replied, resisting the urge to punch him.
"As I expected, otherwise you wouldn't have thought of asking for my help... By the way, I saw a wanted poster for the Church of Storms yesterday. Could you be the woman who killed their bishop?"
"What bishop?"
She acted stupid.
"I don't think it's you. How could anyone dare to mess with those grumpy old men, especially on the sea? You're just asking for death."
"Yeah, how come?"
Angel felt that the other party's "Provocateur" potion should have been digested long ago.
After some rather sarcastic greetings, the Dominican Federation stood up from the sofa, carefully closed the window, drew the curtains, and locked the door. Then he got to the point and asked softly:
"Are you aware of the 'great smog' in Backlund at the beginning of the month?"
I came here to ask you for information, why are you asking me first... Angel curled his lips and selectively told the information dealer the relevant information he had heard from Audrey.
"The Witch Cult! It's them again!" Hearing once again about the secretive cult that had forced him and Sonia to leave their homeland, the Dominican Federation gritted its teeth. "What was the final outcome? I saw in the newspaper that many people died, but there's no further news yet."
"It's said that high-sequence official Beyonders were dispatched to deal with the witch who unleashed the plague. The three major religious sects forced the royal family to make numerous concessions, but the specific reforms may not be implemented until after the New Year. Currently, the plague in the city has not been completely eradicated. Many people have temporarily fled the city, and the streets are much more desolate."
After all, they were still from Loen. After hearing that the situation was under control, the Dominican Federation's expression improved a little. He tried to ask Angel about the specific policy changes, but the latter had almost forgotten everything after listening to the Hanged Man's analysis and did not give him much chance.
"Where's Sonya? She's also living with you in Bayam?"
After refilling his coffee, Angel changed the subject to a lighter one.
"She's not yet an adult. I wanted her to continue studying at Bayam's grammar school, but she disagreed. She only wanted to study divination and even wanted to learn from me and do intelligence business. After becoming a Beyonder, I feel like she's become a little disobedient..."
The Dominican Federation replied with a bitter face.
The minds and experiences of minors are not enough for them to face the huge change in their identities. This may be the reason why Sonya has some rebellious emotions. Angel thought of his "assassin" Sherman. After becoming an extraordinary person, his mentality has also changed a lot, but in a good direction. He is more confident and more outspoken.
Sonia lost her parents and was only accompanied by the Dominican Republic, who was not much older than her. Perhaps she lacked a guide...
But Angel didn't have much of a choice but to make a few jokes at the young couple's expense.
After the other party's mood improved slightly, Angel asked about the Beyonder gatherings and pirate information in Bayam, hoping to compare it with the information provided by the Hanged Man. She was surprised to find that the information was exactly the same. She asked in confusion:
"You don't know a middle-aged man with dark blue hair, do you?"
"Do you know Alger Wilson? He provided me with a lot of intelligence. This guy has a ghost ship and dozens of sailors. He's quite powerful, but there's no bounty on his head. He's probably a member of the Church of Storms, doing their dirty work."
The Dominican Commonwealth replied casually.
Sure enough, the "Hanged Man" was also one of his clients, but his name was surprisingly Alger Wilson... Wait, couldn't he be the "Mr. Wilson of the Church of Storms" who had previously helped the local Beyonders destroy the fake Tarot Club in Enmat Harbor? Mr. Hanged Man was truly dedicated to protecting our reputation!
She sighed.
After verifying the authenticity of the information, Angel had no need to stay any longer. She said goodbye to the successful intelligence dealer, reminded him to pay attention to Sonya's education problems, and then left the bar.
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“Hu, hu——”
Danitz's chest felt like it was on fire. He took deep breaths, but it felt like the air couldn't enter his lungs at all. The alley in front of him seemed to be shaking, and the sunset light in the distance no longer seemed real.
He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. "Iron" McVitie's swift and deadly sneak attack pierced his lungs, causing him to bleed profusely and unable to breathe. His spirit had almost left his body and entered the legendary underworld.
Just fall down and stop trying... As soon as this thought popped up in his mind, he ruthlessly extinguished it.
No, I need to find someone... Where are the other sailors waiting to be contacted? Are they nearby?
The only belief that supported Danitz was to spread the news that the contact point was under the control of the "Blood Admiral"'s people. He looked around, his blurry eyes seeing the stream of people shuttling in the alley. He knew that the best thing to do now was to rush into the street, die in the crowd, and shout out what he was about to say.
This way, relevant information should appear in the newspapers the next day. At least the sudden death of "Flame" Danitz on the street would alert his colleagues and allow his captain to guess the truth.
He used his hands and feet to hold onto the low wall beside him and walked step by step towards the alley entrance, leaving a continuous trail of blood behind him.
Twenty meters left... no, twenty-five meters?
He was almost unable to think and could only move forward instinctively.
Swish——
A figure appeared out of thin air before Danitz's eyes.
Is it "steel" that is catching up?
He looked up in despair and found that the face with light golden medium hair and purple eyes that he had cursed more than once on the White Onyx now looked extremely cute.
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