Chapter 630 Veteran Officers Club
Of course, Sherman's decision did not mean that he could immediately become "her". Angel only had the "witch's" potion formula, and he had to figure out the rest of the materials himself.
From Cole Granger's memories, Angel learned that the Witch Cult usually directly provides potion formulas and main ingredients for Sequence 9 to Sequence 7, and the auxiliary ingredients are used as "tests" that are not too difficult and are solved by the sect members themselves.
However, the prerequisite for this "welfare" is that the sect members must complete various tasks as offline, including but not limited to assassination, provocation, stealing secrets, etc. It can be said that they earn potions with their own contributions.
The relationship between Angel and Sherman is different. Rather than being superiors and subordinates, they are more like half teacher and student. Sherman retains most of his freedom, while he has to figure out how to make potions on his own.
Fortunately, after he became the gang leader, regardless of whether he had the subjective intention of making money, the savings in his pocket also increased significantly. According to the calculation that the materials for Sequence 7 potions require 1,000-1,500 pounds, he can almost afford two.
Furthermore, now that the Witch Cult has been practically driven out of the city, Sequence 7 potion materials should not be monopolized by them and should not be difficult to acquire.
"...all the blood of the Black Abyss Demon Fish, the eggs of the Agate Peacock...Okay, I'll remember them all, Miss Irene."
Memorizing the potion formula written on the note, Sherman crumpled the paper into a small ball and swallowed it, completely destroying it.
Angel raised his eyebrows at this decisive action, and couldn't believe that the person in front of him was the big boy who was hesitating about whether to be promoted just now.
It seems that the family he saved in the great smog was very important to him... Angel glanced at the second-floor window of the apartment behind Sherman and found that the two peeping heads had disappeared at some point.
As a former "instigator" who can see through people's hearts, Angel can guess the struggle in Sherman's heart.
The reason why he originally longed to be a woman was probably due to his relatively neutral appearance, the inferiority and insecurity caused by living in the poor East District for a long time, and his yearning and envy for beautiful women.
But after taking the "Assassin" potion and becoming an Extraordinary, Sherman gained his own strength. In the revenge on those who bullied him in the past and in the experience of helping the weak and fighting the strong with Hugh, he gained a confidence different from before. He even gained new beliefs in the process of summarizing his own role-playing code.
In the heavy smog, he saved Freya and Daisy's family whom he knew with his own strength, which further increased his confidence. Angel also confirmed this when he secretly investigated the actions of the "Black Claw Gang". This gang has hundreds of people in the East District, but has never caused any vicious incidents. Under the command of Sherman, the "instigator", they have become a force to maintain a certain level of law and order and stability in these blocks.
If not, he would have been found by the Night Watchmen who were stationed in the East District and were gradually restoring normal order here... Angel sighed as he looked at Sherman's face, which was not exquisite but somewhat feminine.
She believed that Sherman's feelings for Freya and Daisy were not those between a man and a woman, but rather a kind of lack of family affection in childhood, and the empathy of relying on peers in adulthood, treating them as sisters.
But after being together for a long time, this kind of relationship that is not based on blood may deteriorate...so it is normal for Sherman to hesitate.
I hope that after becoming a "witch", you can still stick to your original beliefs and get along well with the sisters...
After instructing Sherman to continue paying attention to whether there are any large-scale disappearances in the East District, and to be careful of the Aurora Society's investigation and retaliation, Angel left.
She did not go directly into the mirror world, but walked along the alley to the street, and walked slowly on the street which was much quieter than before the smog, but was quickly returning to its bustle, feeling the peaceful atmosphere maintained by Sherman, Hugh, the Church of the Evernight Goddess, and many other people.
After the heavy smog, she thought she would never see such a scene in the East District again.
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Butler Ribak was very efficient, and Angel met with the two retired officers he contacted the next day.
The location was in the Hillston area, in a cafe on a busy street not far from her home.
In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention to his appearance, Angel booked a private room on the second floor. The window faced the street, and he could see a building across the street that looked different from the gray and cold style of Loen in the Fifth Epoch. Instead, it looked a bit like an ancient building from the late Fourth Epoch.
The exterior of this four-story building was dotted with columns, and the windows between them and the external balconies formed a fairly regular grid both horizontally and vertically, which made Angel feel pleasing to the eye.
"The East Balam Veterans Club... turns out the meeting place is right next door. It seems those two officers aren't as 'avoiding suspicion' as you claimed."
Angel retracted his gaze and said to the butler beside him.
"It's just a cover-up. Active and retired officers from different factions are mixed together in the club. If you go in this morning, everyone in Backlund will know by afternoon."
Ryback replied with a slight bow.
What I mean is that as long as these officers don't expose their intentions to outsiders directly, no one will care. So it seems there's no need for me to hide it too much... Angel understood what he meant and waited quietly for the guests to arrive.
In addition to the butler Ribark, she also brought a maid and a butler today. The coachman and guards were waiting on the first floor. This was not a show of wealth, but a display of caution as a single and wealthy woman.
If she goes on a date alone, it might give the other person some less legitimate thoughts.
Not long after, with a knock on the box door, Angel welcomed two burly men with steady steps. One was nearly fifty years old, with gray hair on his temples and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes extending almost to his ears; the other was about thirty years old and wore a military uniform without a rank.
Ribak obviously knew the old man and went straight up to talk to him. The younger man walked past them both and entered the room. His eyes instantly fell on Angel and stayed there.
"Haha, this must be Miss Christine Theresa. Your name has become a hot topic among the young people in Backlund recently."
After Ribak finished talking to the old man behind him, he finally reacted, laughed at himself for being stunned for a long time, and said.
But the honorifics he accidentally used still revealed his nervousness.
"You must be Mr. Stewart, right? I thought the people who came this time were retired officers, but I didn't expect to see the captain who made great contributions to Rune. Oh, he should be a major now?"
When Angel heard Ribak mention this familiar name, it took him some effort to remember that he was one of the protagonists of the "love fortune" that Laura had asked him to divine when he first met her. He was an active-duty officer who had made outstanding achievements in the war in the southern continent and was about to be promoted to major.
This officer, with a sharp face and skin slightly darker than the average Loen person, looked tense, but he couldn't hide the joy in the corners of his eyes: "You're already a major, Miss Theresa."
Just because a beautiful woman complimented you, you gave up on your purpose of not wearing your military rank to avoid being exposed... Angel chuckled secretly, and when he saw Stuart sitting down on the sofa, he turned his gaze to the other old man.
"This is Mr. Sander, who used to be in the same company as me. After being discharged due to injury, he has been committed to improving the welfare of veterans. He was the one who initiated the famous monthly open day of the East Balam Veterans Club."
The monthly open day is held on the 12th of every month. On that day, all facilities of the club are open to veterans free of charge, including delicious three meals a day, free physical examinations by the resident doctor, and job opportunities for unemployed people who cannot find jobs after discharge.
Although these benefits are not much, they are of great help to the soldiers in keeping in touch with each other and helping those in need. Other clubs have followed suit, and it has almost become a fixed holiday that is about to be written into law.
"Luen will certainly appreciate your contribution."
Angel complimented.
Compared to the young Stuart, Sander was obviously much more stable. The surprise he showed upon seeing Angel only flashed across his eyes for a moment, and he was not pleased by the slightest compliment. He slowly sat down beside Stuart, took the black tea poured by the servant beside him, and said calmly:
"Compared to the brothers who remain in East Balam forever, my actions are nothing."
"The situation there is much better now than it was 25 years ago. Of course, the people of Intis and Feysac are still fighting us openly and secretly. They even united and caused the kingdom to suffer its first war defeat in recent years."
Stuart added on the side, his voice loud and his chin raised involuntarily.
Like a peacock spreading its tail… Angel commented, and took over the conversation indifferently, talking about the national situation he was studying hard, which earned him undisguised and exaggerated praise.
After all, in Backlund, most young ladies were focused on the upcoming social season, custom jewelry, clothing, and the latest popular novels and dramas. Not many of them could engage in conversation with these soldiers.
After a sharp review of Loen's defeats on Balam's east coast and in Feysac, the three of them finally got to the point under Sander's guidance.
"Ms. Theresa, I heard that you lived in Trier for several years and had business dealings with some overseas merchants?"
The old man asked in a low voice, his eyes fixed on Angel's face. It was not admiration, but a test.
Seeing this, Ribak asked the servant standing beside him to leave and locked the door as he left.
After there were only three people left in the room, Angel replied with a smile:
"Yes, I stayed there for four years. At first, I wanted to try to invest in local restaurants and cafes, but I soon found that the returns were not even as good as putting the money in the bank..."
Angel recounted her experiences that she had planned long ago. Her gentle tone and the witchy charm that secretly emanated quickly fascinated the two listeners. It was not until she talked about how she had been forced to join the ranks of smugglers and walk on the edge of illegality to make huge profits that she sighed and stopped telling the story.
"So, you're planning to use my connections to contact those merchants and sell them some sensitive goods?"
She inquired.
The relaxed atmosphere had taken effect. Sandel was still hesitating, but Stuart took the opportunity to speak:
“Yes, that’s what we meant.
"A batch of obsolete guns and a small amount of special equipment. I wonder if your friends would be interested?"
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