Chapter 445 Messenger Meets Messenger
"Sorry, I'll be leaving in a week."
Angel forced a smile and looked in the direction the waiter pointed. A family of four had already stood up from the sofa and walked out. The single lady felt her gaze, turned around and smiled friendly.
Everything is normal.
She carried her suitcase to her room on the third floor and quickly put away her belongings. Because of the waiter's somewhat confusing words just now, she was deliberately careful and took all the valuables with her before going downstairs again.
There is a restaurant on the first floor of the hotel. Although it is already afternoon and past the usual lunch time, there are still quite a few people in the restaurant because most of the people in this port town are tourists and businessmen who come to negotiate business and their meal times are not fixed.
She ordered local-style fruit pies, noodles with meat sauce and other dishes on the menu. While waiting for the dishes to be served, she waved to the waiter and asked:
"Are there any interesting places nearby? Something suitable for travelers from afar?"
She originally wanted to ask, "Are there any haunted or mysterious places?", but this might scare ordinary people, so she could only try indirectly.
"Everyone goes to the nearby Spice Street. Well, it was originally called the Corniche, but because all the spice vendors were there, it gradually became known as that. There are bars and casinos on that street, and they're open all night. Of course, if you're looking for some 'real entertainment,' you might ask the bartender there."
The waiter obviously misunderstood her meaning and recommended the "Entertainment Street" with an ambiguous smile on his face at the end, which made Angel curious about what "real entertainment" was.
"Has anyone here 'disappeared' recently?"
"Missing? I'm not sure, but there's no missing person notice, so I guess not. But there are a lot more tourists, and they're staying here regularly, and the number of people dining here is increasing too."
As expected... their words were the same as the front desk's. Either they really weren't aware of the rumors, or they were all...
Angel waved him off silently, put his napkin on the table, and began to enjoy his late lunch.
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"Spice Street...even the air is filled with a strange smell. No wonder no one uses the original street name anymore."
In the afternoon, Angel followed the waiter's instructions and came to this busy street. He couldn't help but sigh as he smelled the mixed scent of various spices, some spicy and some fragrant.
Pala Island is located at the northern end of the Raging Sea, at a lower latitude than Blue Mountain Island where Bayam is located. It has ample sunlight, and even in the current winter, there are certain conditions for cultivation, not to mention the sunny summer. Therefore, it is an ideal place to grow a variety of spices and tropical fruits. The colonists have developed many plantations here, producing large quantities of spices needed by the northern continent and popular fruits in the Rorsted Islands, which has also attracted countless merchants to purchase and place orders.
In addition to these vendors negotiating prices on the street, there are also casinos and bars set up for tourists. Angel picked a bar that looked more formal and walked in, only to find that it was also crowded with drunken drinkers and chatting locals.
It was abnormally busy. Of course, bars were different from hotels. The more crowded a bar was during the day, the worse the local economy was and the more idle people there were... Angel thought silently, walked to the bar, glanced at the menu, and chose a 5p glass of fermented fruit wine.
The sturdy bartender shook the huge bottle and poured the last bit of fruit wine into a glass. Looking at the unknown residue floating in the wine, Angel immediately lost interest in trying it. She put the glass aside and asked in a low voice:
"Are you always this crowded here? Bayam's bar hall isn't always full during the day."
The bartender looked around, snorted, and replied:
"Indeed, even the nearby Zhongcheng Island isn't like this. I've been here three years, and for the most part, it was just like everywhere else: resting during the day and working at night. But six months ago, the mine not far away closed due to an accident, and it hasn't been reopened yet. Many of the original miners lost their jobs and joined the ranks of cash crop farmers. While they're not falling into poverty, there's still less work to do. Naturally, the bar's cheap fruit wine has become more popular."
It was also half a year ago... Angel caught this key word, matched it with the words of the hotel front desk waiter, and nodded.
"How do I get to that mine?"
"You've asked the right person. Tourists ask me how to get there every day. Consider it a free gift with your drink," the bartender replied with a chuckle, pointing to the murky wine. "Go southeast along Spice Street, and you'll find the mountain just outside the city. The mine is on the other side of the mountain, but many adventurers from other places like to go there every day, but they never know what they'll find. In my opinion, instead of going there to look for untapped gold or other valuable items, it's better to sell lanterns, climbing tools, and pickaxes in town. You might get rich quicker."
Hearing these business-minded words, Angel smiled encouragingly but did not respond.
But she had lost interest in this popular place. Even if there was something worth exploring, it would have been lost after being searched by waves of adventurers. As for the "Gazer", if there was a living one there, it would be impossible for these adventurers to travel back and forth safely without being attacked.
"What about other interesting places? I mean places you can't normally visit."
After a moment's silence, she asked again, trying to get some information such as underground trading markets and Beyonder gatherings.
"Every night at nine o'clock, there's a special show on the second floor that requires tickets. Um... it's not suitable for ladies, but you can go if you want."
The bartender smiled mysteriously and answered in a low voice.
This... I'm afraid it's not what I thought...
Combined with what the restaurant waiter said about "real entertainment", Angel immediately understood what the bartender meant. He shook his head and refused the other party without hesitation. He took the wine glass, found a seat in the corner and sat down, listening to the conversation between the drinkers around him.
Unfortunately, compared to the bartender's suggestion, their small talk was even more boring and even a bit outdated. Angel actually heard three slightly drunk men arguing about who was stronger, Vice Admiral Hurricane or Vice Admiral Dusk, and whether they could defeat Admiral Blood together.
It was obvious that "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingos, who had long since died in Backlund, could not defeat "Vice Admiral Dusk" Bulatov Ivan. One plus zero still equals one...
Angel secretly laughed at the locals' lack of information, sniffed the cloudy fruit wine in the glass, frowned and took a sip, found it unexpectedly delicious, and left the bar after a few sips.
Passing by the sign outside the door, she finally discovered the truth about why the drinkers were discussing the dead Qilingos:
The bounties here seemed to have stood for ages. "Vice Admiral Hurricane"'s 10,000 pound bounty still hung high above the rest of the ordinary pirates. In the corner, "Flame" Danitz's 3,000 pound bounty had already turned yellow and curled. As for "Vice Admiral Disease" Tracy, who had replaced him only a few months earlier, she was even lower than all the pirate generals, with "Disease Girl"'s 8,200 pounds... Of course, even if it were updated to 25,000 pounds, her ranking wouldn't change much, since she was replacing the disgrace of the generals, Qilingos.
This means that this island probably hasn't received my wanted order yet. Maybe I can go out without the "hypocrisy" ring?
She thought with a hopeful mentality, but it was not until she returned to the hotel and to her own suite that she dared to take off the ring and restore her true appearance.
After all, 8,000 pounds was a price that even he himself was quite tempted by, almost equivalent to the Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 5.
After trying a few simple math problems and confirming that his intelligence was still normal after wearing the "Hypocrisy" for a whole day, Angel picked up his pen and wrote a reply letter to Klein, reporting his safety and telling him about the many changes that had occurred on the island six months ago, as well as his plan to explore the mine tomorrow.
At the end of the letter, she asked Klein to find an opportunity to ask Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina. The latter was quite knowledgeable and well-informed at sea. She might know what happened on Pala Island and have some understanding of the rumors about the "Gazer".
This was originally a secret involving the formula of the demigod potion, but "Flame" Danitz had heard her inquiry when Arrodes possessed the radio receiver that night, and he should have told his captain, so Angel did not try to hide it.
"A spirit wandering in the void, a friendly creature that can be commanded..."
She set up a simple altar and summoned the black cat Wensa.
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"...a messenger belonging exclusively to Gehrman Sparrow."
In the luxurious suite on the top floor of the Azure Wind Hotel, Klein, who had sent Danitz away, silently chanted the spell to summon the messenger.
Yes, after Angel left, he finally had the chance to try to contract a messenger exclusively for him.
After successively attracting "an unimaginable speedster", "an easily overlooked weak being" and "an extremely resilient extraordinary being", he met the headless lady whom he had seen when he was traveling in the spirit world and looking for a messenger. He signed a contract with her and obtained the messenger that belonged to "German Sparrow".
Of course, saying it's headless isn't quite accurate...
Looking at the translucent figure emerging from the expanding and swaying candlelight, Klein complained inwardly.
Although there was only a neat cut on the other person's neck, she had two long golden hairs tied up in each hand, and her red eyes were wide open. She had a bright and beautiful head. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call her "Miss Four Heads".
Of course, he could only think about this in his mind. The two parties were partners who had reached an equal contract, not master and servant with different statuses. Every time he sent a letter, Klein even had to pay the messenger a gold coin as a reward, so he didn't want to offend the other party with words.
Fortunately, after encountering three applicants who were so fast they disappeared without a trace, whose presence was so weak that he didn't notice them, and who looked like a safe, giving a sense of security but with zero mobility, Klein's tolerance for the appearance of a messenger has reached the highest level. As long as it can deliver the letter, he's willing to accept it, even if it's a black cat.
Meow——
As if to confirm his thoughts, Klein heard an illusory cat's meow. Then, a black cat over half a meter long emerged from the air on the other side of the altar and landed on the stage.
This is inside the spiritual wall. Can you please respect mysticism?... Klein couldn't help but twitch his lips as he looked at Angel's exclusive messenger, the black cat Wenza.
The latter, holding an envelope in his mouth, had just taken a step forward when he felt several unfriendly gazes. His neck tilted and his blue vertical pupils looked upwards.
The four heads in the hands of the headless messenger, Renette Tinicole, and their eight blood-red eyes all looked at the uninvited guest.
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