Chapter 500 Dreams and Revelations
On Saturday night, after using the "Hypocrisy" ring to transform himself into an ordinary-looking Loen woman, Angel and Elaine came to an alley near the dock.
"Boom, boom, boom."
There was a regular knock on the door of a two-story building. After a moment, the door opened a crack, a pair of vigilant eyes looked out, and a low voice came from inside:
"Come in."
Elaine held the revolver at her waist with one hand, pushed open the door with the other and walked in. Angel looked around and saw that no one was following him, so he also slipped in and closed the door behind him.
This is the home of a "craftsman" in Port Olaví who is not very famous but has a pretty good craftsmanship. Elaine had heard of his address from "Lieutenant General of Disease" Tracy and introduced him to Angel two days ago.
They are here to pick up the goods tonight.
Several gas lamps lit the room. Special reflectors and lenses focused the light onto the workbench, illuminating it like daylight, while everything else was in complete darkness. A weary-looking "craftsman," about forty years old, lifted two exquisitely crafted harmonicas from the table and approached Angel.
"I solidified the summoning ritual you gave me, and made it exactly as you requested. The total cost is 400 pounds."
Holding a harmonica in one hand, the craftsman did not deliver the goods immediately. Instead, he looked at his temporary employer Angel, apparently ready to pay for the goods.
"I think we agreed on 300 pounds for two harmonicas, right?"
Angel asked back with a smile, but there was no smile in his narrowed eyes.
Klein had been busy playing the role of "Admiral" these past few days and hadn't returned. She could only follow Elaine and supervise the maintenance personnel of the "Redhead" during the day, and go to bed early at night. She wasn't in a very good mood. At this time, when she encountered a craftsman who suddenly raised the price, she was able to force a smile, which was considered a sign of her good manners.
"The extra 100 pounds is my mental compensation," the craftsman said confidently, without any guilt. "When I was making the harmonica for the messenger belonging to German Sparrow, I accidentally summoned the messenger, that terrifying woman with a severed head but four heads."
"This happens all the time. I told her I had no letters to send and didn't need any other services, and asked her to return to the spirit world, but she asked me for a gold coin as a service fee?"
Hearing this, Angel had already guessed the result, but she still maintained her good composure and asked in response, "And then?"
"And of course I didn't give it to her! Before she left, she stuffed me into the ground in the backyard, leaving only my neck and head exposed. I wasn't dug out until the next morning!" The craftsman said bitterly, but his face showed a hint of fear, and his voice gradually became lower. "So, I have to pay more."
The first person who couldn't hold back her laughter was Elaine. The facial features on her round face hidden by the "Ring of Madness" were squeezed together, and she kept emitting short, laughing sounds from her mouth.
"Pfft, haha, hahaha..." She bent over and laughed for a long time, until the veins on the craftsman's forehead bulged. "You mean, one of her messengers stuffed you into the field for a night because you didn't pay, and you, ha, you want to threaten her contractor to pay her 100 pounds more?"
"Well, good luck to you."
She leaned close to the other person's ear and whispered softly, even reaching out and patting his face.
The craftsman's face grew paler and paler under Elaine's ridicule, until the harmonica in his hand was taken away, a stack of banknotes was stuffed into it, the door opened and closed, and he was the only one left in the dim room.
"She, she actually left me... 300 pounds?"
After a long moment, the craftsman looked at the banknotes in his hand and murmured.
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"Your personality seems to be different from when I first met you."
Walking in the alley under the crimson moonlight, Angel admired the harmonica in his hand and said casually.
The two harmonicas solidified the rituals of summoning Ms. Windsa and Renette Tinicole respectively, and the effects could last for about two years. The one belonging to Klein was white with a hint of light yellow, like the crystal pendant he gave to Angel, which was made from the teeth of some creature, supplemented by metal edging, and engraved with complex spells and symbols on the surface; Angel's was light purple, and the production process was not much different from the other one.
They cannot play beautiful melodies and are not even equipped with sound-generating components. Their only function is to directly summon the two messengers by blowing instead of performing the summoning ritual which is not complicated but very troublesome.
Originally, it would only cost half the price to make such a not-so-complicated item, but in order to get it within a few days, Angel specifically increased the price and asked the other party to put down all the work at hand and give priority to making it.
Seeing the witch staring blankly at the item in her hand, Elaine sighed and replied:
"That's because I wasn't the real me before. I was just protecting myself under Tracy's captivity. During my first year at sea, my temper was even worse than it is now. The family guards who accompanied me said I was the most typical Sauron.
"Of course, I now know that kind of personality isn't good. I need to be more tactful when dealing with people, and use both kindness and authority with my subordinates. After all, people are constantly changing, and they often wear disguises. You'll never see their true self.
"Maybe one day, I'll return to Intis after retiring, put down my weapons, put on a dress, and become that naughty young lady again."
She finally quipped.
No, maybe by the time you are promoted to a demigod, leave the sea and return to your family, Elaine will have become Eli… Angel complained in his heart, but the words “it won’t be the most real side” kept coming back to his mind.
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Back at the hotel, Angel carefully put away the two harmonicas, ready to give one of them to Klein when he returned, as a signal that the "cold war" of this week was over. However, the performance commissions that the other party accepted took at least three days and at most five days, and only half of that had passed.
Looking out the window at the naval base bathed in the light of the almost full crimson moon, and at the luxurious villa halfway up the mountain, Angel sighed, took out his crafting tools, and prepared to make a few more special ammunition and the necessary spells while the power of the spirit world grew stronger.
She already had some ideas about how to combine the special bullets she knew with existing combat methods to unleash more effective killing power. For example, the combination of "disaster" and bullets would make this maximum killing method she currently possessed no longer limited to direct contact with the target, and she would no longer have to worry about being completely defenseless when facing a demigod.
But even when her spiritual power was at its best, it was not enough to complete the production of an entire bullet. This was much more difficult than making a simple talisman with blood. Perhaps only after she had completely digested the "pain" potion and her body and spirit were ready for advancement, would she have the opportunity to complete this "original" special bullet.
"Bang——"
A tiny flame crackled, and the silver piece that Angel had thrown out in time turned into a piece of waste in the bright yellow flame.
She carved another talisman.
Angel, feeling uneasy, simply put down the carving knife, stood up from the table, and walked to the window again. The windows of the living room without an independent balcony were wide open, allowing the moonlight to directly fill the floor, making the room without a lit gas lamp look extremely weird.
"Three talismans have been scrapped in a row. This is no longer a normal mistake. Is the spirit giving a warning of danger? But I don't feel any danger coming, unless the nearly full red moon represents some abnormality..."
After thinking about it, Angel simply went back to the table, took out the magic mirror he carried with him, stroked the mirror surface, charged it with a little spirituality, and activated it.
"Mirror, mirror, tell me..."
She paused for a moment, then asked firmly:
"What is Klein's current condition?"
Since the danger isn't on my side, it must be on Klein's side!
The mirror remained pitch black for more than ten seconds, and then a strange dark red color appeared. It remained in stalemate with the gray mist for a moment, and then both melted away, and the normal divination picture appeared in the mirror.
"Some strange interference? I seem to have seen this before. When I was divining the cursed 'Master Key', the scarlet color that blocked my divination was different from the current color, but it seemed to have similar properties..."
Angel thought about it and stretched her neck to look at the magic mirror. When she saw the scene inside, her cheeks turned red instantly.
The mirror showed a luxurious bedroom. On a large double bed, a man and a woman were combining in a position Angel had never imagined. No sound came from it, but Angel could imagine the atmosphere.
The man in the picture was on top, and her back was very familiar. It was Klein, who claimed to be there to "complete the commission." Below him, with her blonde hair loose and her face covered in sweat, was a young woman.
He, he actually...
Angel clenched her fists tightly and widened her eyes. She wished she could immediately pass through the mirror and appear next to the couple, teaching them, especially Klein, a profound lesson. But the next second, she discovered that the person entangled with Klein's hands and feet was none other than herself, with her hair restored to the length she had in her Backlund days.
She immediately calmed down, and the blush returned to her cheeks.
This, this couldn't be Klein's dream...
Reason took over her mind again, and she immediately realized that something was wrong. The surrounding scene was very blurry, the light was shining strangely at various angles, and the two people's reactions were also very old-fashioned, which was consistent with the characteristics of a dream.
This was not the first time that she had predicted the target's dream, but unless the divination was done intentionally, dreams often represented some kind of omen or reflection of reality. Therefore, Angel was not completely relieved. She put away the magic mirror, paced back and forth in the living room, muttering something silently. After a long time, she finally made up her mind and went into the bedroom.
After a moment, Angel, fully armed, returned to the living room, jumped out of the suite directly through the window, and his figure disappeared in the moonlight.
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Klein suddenly opened his eyes, waking up from a strange yet beautiful dream.
He frowned and looked around, only to find that he was still wearing his silk pajamas, lying in the spacious bedroom that belonged to Amyrius. There were no strange women sitting or standing around, smiling at him seductively.
In the dream, Cynthia, the admiral's mistress who had asked for sex several times in the past two days, Miss Sharon, who was as delicate as a doll, Miss "Justice" with a blurry face but a gentle and charming voice, and even Triss Chick, who he had only met once, all appeared by his bedside one by one in the nightmare, being called Tracy by Elaine in various ways, trying to climb into his bed by all means.
Although his thoughts were confused and his memory was unclear in the dream, he rejected them one by one based on his basic morality and sense of responsibility, until... until Angel appeared.
She was more obedient and cooperative than usual, and...
Taking a deep breath and quickly examining himself, Klein discovered that aside from his erection still throbbing from his erotic dream, his entire body felt a bit hot, as if his lust was having trouble releasing itself, there were no other issues.
Is it because of Angel's alienation these past few days and Cynthia's "harassment" that I suppress myself during the day and find it difficult to control myself at night?
Or is it some kind of revelation given by spirituality?
The fortune teller's caution made him get up from the bed, quickly put on his general's uniform, fastened his belt with difficulty, and put on the "Creeping Hunger" and "Ninth Law" charms.
In this way, he has complete combat capabilities. Of course, the revolver that does not match his identity and the roughly cut paper man are placed on the gray fog. If he can go back there, he can even manipulate the "Poseidon Scepter" and "Black Emperor" cards to fight the demigod in a short time.
But he was still the "Admiral" at this moment, not German Sparrow. Spinning in circles with a stiff body did not suit the identity of this demigod.
Gently pushing open the bedroom door, the silent room was suddenly filled with noisy and chaotic sounds.
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