Chapter 592 What the hell?
He paid a gold coin in advance. Could it be because I asked him to pay on delivery last time?
Angel suddenly felt her cheeks getting hot. She turned her back to hide it and read the letter carefully.
"It turns out he rented a place in the North District, not far from St. Samuel's Church, but cleverly separated it by two streets to avoid running into acquaintances, like Leonard, who I met in the prayer hall yesterday afternoon... But that poet was transferred to the Backlund Diocese. Could it be that he joined the Red Gloves and became a 'flexible employee' without a fixed residence?
"...I'd like to find a way to create opportunities for 'chance encounters' and 'acquaintances', but we lack the necessary connections. We need to have people on both sides of the social circle who know each other. It seems we need to visit the neighbors as soon as possible.
"The full moon mass might be an opportunity. All the goddess's followers can attend. I'm very close to St. Samuel's Church, so going there is a reasonable choice..."
Angel looked at the letter, thinking constantly, and quickly decided on her next course of action. She looked up and found that Renette Tinicole was still floating in the air, with no intention of leaving.
"Please give him a message that I shall be at High Mass to-morrow evening at St. Samuel's."
As he spoke, Angel pulled out a thick Loen gold coin from his pocket and handed it to the messenger, but the latter did not take it. The heads spoke one after another:
“That…” “The puppet’s…” “Extraordinary characteristics…” “Is it still there?”
Beyonder characteristics? Of course they're still there, but after listening to your warning, I've sealed them away using various methods... Angel was stunned and was about to answer when Reinette continued:
"I accept..." "Your last..." "offer..."
The last head opened its mouth, realized the sentence had ended, and shook it anxiously.
Angel asked back as if to confirm:
"Thirty thousand gold coins?"
The head quickly replied, "Yes."
The last time Angel quoted this price, Renette's four pairs of eyes stared at her with a cold look for a full minute, and then left quietly, leaving her with nightmares all night long.
Several times after that, when her wallet was bleeding heavily, she had the idea of lowering the price, but she did not expect that the messenger lady would take the initiative to propose the idea of purchasing the Beyonder Characteristics at the original price.
It's only been two days, how come his attitude has changed so much?
"Can I ask why?" she asked cautiously.
This high-sequence spiritual being showed a rare moment of hesitation. The four heads shifted their gazes, then refocused on Angel after a moment, and spoke in turn:
“Originally it was just…” “As bait…” “Now it has…” “More uses.”
This response, which was much longer than usual, took Angel a moment to fully comprehend.
According to what Renette said last time, there was a high probability that the "Rose School" and the "Mother Tree of Desire" they worshipped could use some method to track down the extraordinary characteristics of their own members. Renette Tinicole wanted to use this connection to set a trap in reverse and deal with several cult members who were tracking them. Therefore, purchasing the "Puppet" characteristic was just a dispensable behavior, and she would naturally refuse it if it was too expensive.
But now, she has other uses for this feature, and it is more urgent, so she is willing to buy it at the original price.
It's not hard to guess that this "purpose" is likely to allow a Sequence 5 "Ghost" to be promoted to a higher Sequence.
Of course, the "original price" was still much lower than the price of the Sequence 4 trait itself. According to Angel's guess, the high-sequence Beyonder trait would be worth at least 40,000 to 50,000 pounds, or even higher. However, this "puppet" came from a follower of the evil god, and it was very hot, and it was difficult to find a buyer willing to pay a high price, so it could only be sold at a discount.
Seeing that the messenger was willing to spend 30,000 gold coins to buy it, Angel no longer hesitated and nodded and replied:
"Okay, I can give it to you right now...but do you want to pay cash, or, uh, in installments?"
She specifically mentioned installments because she took into account that this spiritual being might not be able to come up with 30,000 gold coins immediately. Moreover, when he collected 10,000 gold coins to help her and Klein escape from Bayam, he also allowed them to pay in "interest-free installments."
"Pay first..." "Ten thousand..." "The rest..." "Within a month."
As if worried that Angel would go back on his word, as soon as Renette finished her words, three of the four heads opened their mouths and spit out a gray-white mist. In the mist, shining gold coins fell like a golden waterfall, colliding with each other and making a crisp and pleasant sound.
Wow——
Angel stared in amazement as a small mountain of gold quickly piled up on the carpet in front of her. At first she was a little worried that the expensive carpet would be damaged, but soon all that remained in her eyes and mind was the golden color.
Ding, the last gold coin fell, and Angel found that it looked familiar. It was a new coin that seemed to have just been sent out from the mint and had no signs of use.
Like one of the gold coins that Miss "Justice" paid me a few days ago. There were 3,000 gold coins in that pile. Could it be the batch I paid for? The other two piles were roughly divided into 4,000 and 3,000 coins. The former had some signs of use, and the latter was even printed with the portrait of Augustus I, as if it was a product from hundreds of years ago.
It felt like all the money of the messenger lady had been emptied... Angel suddenly didn't dare to think about it any further. She quickly took out the "puppet" feature under heavy protection, and watched one of Renette's heads swallow the palm-sized puppet. Her blood-red eyes softened a little.
Of course, these eight eyes would occasionally scan the pile of gold coins on the ground, making Angel a little worried that she would suck all the ten thousand gold coins back in one gulp.
Fortunately, the headless messenger quickly disappeared without a trace under the spiritual vision.
"I finally sold that Beyonder characteristic. Although I had previously lowered my target price to 25,000 gold coins, I now feel like I've been shortchanged. What kind of mentality is this?"
Angel muttered, looking worriedly at the gold coins weighing nearly a hundred kilograms in front of him.
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Pasu Island, located between Sonia Island and the Rorsted Archipelago, is shrouded in clouds that never dissipate, as if a rainstorm and thunder are about to fall at any moment.
Alger Wilson walked out of the Thunder Church and looked back at the church's towering spire and the buttresses on both sides, as well as the Storm Abyss Church, the headquarters of the Storm Church, which was faintly visible in the distance, hidden on the top of the mountain and in the clouds. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He had finally completed this year's performance report, successfully concealing the fact that he had joined the Tarot Club, believed in Mr. Fool, and secretly been promoted to Wind-Favored. For at least a year, he wouldn't have to worry about how to conceal his own uniqueness.
Of course, there were also many new worries. During the report period, he was given a new task by the "Manufactured Punishers": to approach the "Admiral of the Star" and investigate the "Shipbreaker" Angelica Thatch and the "Crazy Adventurer" German Sparrow who had recently caused a big incident in Bayam. Although the two were hostile to the evil sect "Rose School", it seemed that there was another secret evil organization behind them, and they possessed a powerful ghost ship, an angel, and several demigods, which made the Storm Church pay great attention to them.
The reason for giving him the task was simple: his ship had carried two people without their knowledge, and he had even received a commission of several hundred pounds from them.
Fortunately, I didn't behave out of line. Otherwise, instead of assigning me a mission, they would have imprisoned me underground and subjected me to rigorous interrogation... Alger's mind raced, but his expression remained unchanged. He slowly walked across the square in front of the church and saluted a passing bishop.
"Storm is above!"
The latter didn't return the greeting. Instead, he exclaimed in surprise, pulled down the hood of his robe embroidered with lightning patterns, revealing a head of soft yellow hair, and called out, "Alger?"
"Sainz? Are you back to report as well?"
Alger was also a little surprised. This was his old partner. Before obtaining the "Blue Avenger", the two worked together for a long time, but later he chose to become the captain of a ghost ship, drifting on the sea, away from the constraints of the church, while Sainz returned to the clergy system and became one of the bishops who was independent of the Punisher and inspected churches in various places.
Because of this special feature, the timing and frequency of their reporting are not consistent with those of ordinary church members.
"Of course not. I'm here to report on my mission. Incidents have occurred in several dioceses on Zhongcheng Island. I'm afraid it's related to the recent activity in the Raging Sea..."
Sainz muttered a few words and patted Alger's shoulder in a friendly gesture, with such force that it reflected his piety as a Storm believer.
The latter's mouth twitched, and he was about to reach out to retaliate, but suddenly remembered the Queen's request, and calmly guided the conversation:
"Mid-Range Island? There are only passengers passing through there. What could possibly happen?"
The yellow-haired bishop looked a little worried. "Strange things have happened on Pala Island and Sorna Island. Ha, I'll go report it first. I'll talk to you when I have a chance."
As expected, there's Sona Island... Alger knew that continuing the conversation would easily expose his intentions, so he nodded and said:
"Okay, my ship will be staying for another day. Can we get together tonight?"
"Okay." Sainz smiled and didn't suspect anything.
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On Saturday evening, Angel rode a relatively low-key two-wheeled carriage from Hillston District to the North District to attend the moon mass at St. Samuel's Church.
The only one who accompanied her was her personal maid, Elsa. The two butlers were busy at home. Kayla was still working hard to fill her wardrobe and wine cellar. Ribak had to go around the neighbors on the street, handing out business cards and gifts, and compiling a list of those who were interested in inviting Angel so that Angel could visit them one by one.
They were all Backlund's famous professors, lawyers, doctors, and other professional technicians. Although they didn't have as many friends as the nobles, they often had connections with certain important figures. Through them, Angel was able to gain access to the city's upper social circles, so the investment of both money and time was necessary.
Angel, with all kinds of aristocratic etiquette and social rules flashing through his mind, got off the carriage, left it at the edge of the square, and walked with Elsa through the somewhat bustling square and entered the church that was gradually shrouded in darkness.
While waiting for mass to begin outside the prayer hall, she saw Dr. Allen and his wife, several neighbors from Burningham Road whom she had visited in the past two days, and of course, Dwayne Dantès, who was dressed in a formal suit, holding a cane, and with a solemn expression on his face.
The latter also looked over, his eyes lingering for a moment on the simple black dress Angel deliberately wore, then returned to her face, revealing a surprised but polite expression.
This is the "Faceless Man"... Angel chuckled secretly, and her gaze lingered on the other person for a moment, causing the other believers who were paying attention to her to notice this.
As the door of the large prayer hall opened, the two stopped acting, mixed in with the crowd, entered under the guidance of the pastor, and found seats in the dim light.
The choir in front of the altar sang ancient ballads under the direction of Bishop Elektra, who presided over the high mass today. Angel's somewhat restless heart gradually calmed down in the neat and ethereal chanting.
Only then did she notice that there were several people sitting on the bench on the other side of the aisle who had been there before the mass began. They were all wearing church robes and did not seem to be ordinary believers.
The "Night Watchmen", priests from other parishes, or some "people with connections"?
Angel was thinking, and felt the puzzled gazes of her and other believers. One of them slowly turned his head, his face hidden in the darkness under the hood. Only a searching gaze quickly swept over the crowd, and then looked back at the altar, immersed in the peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
But with the help of dark vision, Angel saw the other person's face clearly without any hindrance. At this moment, she seemed to be immersed in the atmosphere of the prayer hall, her whole body was cold, as if she fell into the abyss.
During the Moon Mass held for the dead to help them fall asleep in the Goddess's kingdom, she met Pierce Turner, a high-ranking deacon who had long since died on Pala Island and failed to be promoted.
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