Chapter 688 Audience
As the light of the sacrificial candles trembled, the figure of the headless messenger Renette emerged from the void, her head held in both hands and all looking towards Angel... the purple-red talisman beside her hand.
Is she interested in the "petrification" spell? No, it's about vigilance...
Angel met those four pairs of bright red eyes and suddenly understood why Renette was so concerned about the spell.
The powerful messenger felt threatened.
This shows that the talisman created using the new method of concentrating the power in the blood has indeed greatly increased its power, and can even pose a threat to this messenger who is at least Sequence 3.
It was worth it that I spent almost a whole day using black flames to concentrate hundreds of milliliters of my own blood, almost exhausting my spiritual power to make this talisman. Moreover, the loss of my strength is definitely more than just this amount of blood. It seems that what Will Auceptin said, that the power of the "witch" is in the blood is true... Angel muttered, handing over the letter and the gold coins that had been prepared long ago.
Reinette slowly withdrew her gaze from the "petrification" spell and looked at the letter and gold coins. After a moment, the four heads spoke in turn:
"Next time..." "Don't..." "Use..." "Gold Louis..."
Um?
Angel was stunned and looked at the gold coin in his hand. Only then did he realize that it was not a Loen gold coin, but a "Gold Louis" worth 20 Fel gold, with the portrait of the first president of the Intis Republic engraved on the front.
It originally had Roselle's portrait printed on it and was called the Golden Roselle, but after the Caesar was assassinated and the empire collapsed overnight, in order to eliminate his influence, the Republic changed it to its current format.
Most importantly, 24 Fel Gold is worth only 1 gold pound, so the actual value of a gold Louis is less than the equivalent Rune gold coin of 1 gold pound.
"Sorry, I got the wrong one." Angel quickly put the gold Louis away and took out a brand new Loen gold coin and handed it over. "This is your reward."
The head that said "Golden Louis" nodded, seeming very satisfied.
"Letter..." "Prepare..." "Send to..." "Who?"
"The ghost ship that last appeared during the battle outside Bayam City should have been dormant in the spirit world for most of that time. Can you find it?"
Angel said, spreading his palm and injecting a small amount of spirituality into the mark left by Annie, making the sword, shield and balance emblem, which had no power, emit a hint of majesty.
“As long as…” “In the spirit world…” “I can…” “Find…”
Renette's heads were full of confidence, but answered in a halting manner, and then they picked up the letter and gold coins respectively, took a last look at the "petrification" spell, and disappeared into the spirit world.
She seemed very confident. Being able to track an angel by her scent, even if she was a ghost ship and couldn't hide her whereabouts, was quite remarkable. Could Renette have been an angel in her lifetime...
Angel muttered and removed the altar.
After returning to Backlund, she had returned the harmonica that could quickly summon Renette to Klein, and only kept the harmonica that could summon the black cat Wenza. However, due to various concerns, Angel did not let Wenza carry out the letter this time, and instead spent gold coins to hire Renette Tinicole.
After all, that black-haired, no, black-furred, blue-eyed witch cat is a descendant of the witch family, and has unclear connections with the witch sect. It feels like something might go wrong if she were to contact Anne... Angel remembered that when the black cat Winsa first delivered a letter to the Queen Anne's Revenge in the spirit world, it seemed that there was some tension between him and Anne, so he didn't dare to let the black cat go.
Rather than saying that the situation is tense, it is more like Wensa is a little afraid of Anne. Could there be some grudge between them?
Putting the strange relationship between his messenger and the contractor behind him, Angel left the bedroom and, with the help of the maid who had been waiting outside, changed into the evening gown he had prepared for the charity gala tonight.
This dress, designed by a famous Backlund designer, was elegant black, but its shape was more conservative than the low-cut dress Angel had worn to the previous ball. Even her collarbone was not exposed, and only lace was added at the neckline and cuffs, and the hem of the skirt fell to the ankles.
After all, he was attending a party organized by the Goddess Church, not a noble dinner... Angel carefully adjusted the position of the "Rose Necklace" so that this eye-catching gem stayed in the right place on his chest, and then went to the first floor of the villa and met the butler Ribark who was waiting at the door.
The latter's eyes politely lingered for a moment on Angel's tied-up black hair, her fair neck, and the waist outlined by her dress. Finally, he stared at the ground in front of her and said respectfully:
"Miss Theresa, Mr. Dwayne Dantes' carriage is waiting at the door."
He's quite punctual... Angel glanced at the huge clock in the hall and found that it was still fifteen minutes before the scheduled time, so he nodded and said:
"I'll be out later. Is your meeting with Baron Sindras tomorrow arranged?"
"Everything is arranged, miss," the butler, who had been busy all day, replied immediately. "I've prepared a bottle of the Baron's favorite white wine, the Megaux Estate. The chef will prepare some exquisite desserts perfect for weekend afternoons. He likes to light an East Balam cigar when he's alone, but he never smokes when meeting guests, especially around women."
Angel chuckled, and his impression of the baron who had seized shares by force improved a little.
"Also, after you met with Mr. Sander yesterday, he contacted Baron Nicola of Intis and discussed the specific details of the delivery of that batch of goods. He asked me to express his gratitude to you. He said that after the goods are shipped, he will discuss further cooperation with you."
Buck spoke in a low voice, fearing that the other maids in the hall would hear the details of this "gray deal".
"In this case, do I need to give him some, uh, thank you money?"
Angel asked back curiously.
She knew that in the entire transaction, Sander, as the middleman, would inevitably get a portion of the profit, but in order to build closer relations and gain the other party's favor, appropriate "concessions" were necessary.
"The general market rate is 2% to 3%, but I think it can be slightly higher for the first time."
Riback thought for a moment and replied.
"Then prepare a thank you fee of 500 pounds and give it directly to Mr. Sandel when you have the chance."
Angel said with a bitter tone.
This was roughly equivalent to 4% of the entire transaction amount, but exceeded 10% of the profit. Even though Angel was now considered the "Ten Thousand Pound Lady" and had a Sequence 4 "Iron-Blooded Knight" Beyonder characteristic in her pocket, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
This is a necessary sacrifice... She comforted herself, left the hall, came to the garden, and saw the four-wheeled carriage parked at the main gate at a glance.
And Klein's face looking over here from the car window.
…
"Miss, watch your step."
Audrey Hall got off the carriage with the help of her personal maid, reunited with her parents and brother, and stood in front of the door of St. Samuel's Church under the night sky.
During the two days that she wore the "lucky hairpin", she had stepped on the loose corners of the carpet and the hem of her dress dragging on the ground in public many times. Almost every time she had to scramble to maintain her balance and avoid falling. Therefore, her maid was given special attention and had to keep a close eye on her mistress's feet to prevent her from "unlucky" falling.
I seem to have underestimated the negative effects of a Sequence 6 magical item... She muttered to herself, maintaining a perfect smile on her face as she followed her family into the main entrance of the church and, led by a priest, into a hall on the side.
This was originally a prayer hall, and it has been rearranged for tonight's party. Several crystal chandeliers hang from the wedge-shaped ceiling. The light is generated by black sacrificial candles and wax mixed with essential oils, which illuminate the hall brightly and cleanly, accompanied by a faint scent of essential oils, with a sacred smell.
Neat rows of chairs have been placed on one side of the shrine with the holy emblem of the Goddess of Night in the center. Guests with meticulous hairstyles, well-fitting clothes, and exquisite and expensive jewelry have either taken their seats or are chatting in low voices on the side.
Marquis Losent, Viscount Loveland, Senator Macht, Colonel Pascal... Audrey's eyes swept over the familiar goddess believers one by one, and found that they occasionally cast their eyes towards a corner of the hall, so she looked over there.
The hidden focus of everyone's attention was a woman with smooth black hair and eyes as beautiful as purple gemstones. She looked like she had just reached adulthood, but her temperament was very mature and attractive. She was wearing a conservative black evening gown that outlined her perfect figure. The perfect curve of her white neck between her black hair and the black dress made Audrey almost unable to take her eyes away.
Audrey struggled to use her "audience" self-control to calm her somewhat rapid heartbeat, and immediately found that the eyes of her parents and brother beside her were also attracted by the young lady.
Well, that's as it should be, even I was almost fascinated by her... But Dad, you brought Mom to the party with you!
Audrey keenly sensed a hint of danger. She snorted and said,
"Is the person next to that lady the founder of this charity gala, Mr. Dwayne Dantes?"
Her gentle but suggestive question woke up several of her family members. Before the Earl could speak, Hibbert Hall beside him nodded and said:
"Yes, he is Dwayne Dantes. I once met him at Senator Macht's house. He is a generous and humorous gentleman. Next to him is Miss Christine Theresa, who recently returned to Loen from Intis and is also a devout believer of the goddess."
Christine Theresa... Audrey wrote down the name, and then greeted the guests with a smile, showing her best side.
Her beloved dog Susie was stopped by the church servants in the foyer outside the hall, where there were several other nobles' pets, placed in a corner of the foyer, looking at each other with half competition and half hostility.
With pity, Susie looked at her fellow men who were only driven by primitive instincts. She lay obediently by the door and looked into the room. She watched her master elegantly greet the nobles who came forward one by one, and unnoticeably approach the woman in the distance who was very beautiful in the eyes of human aesthetics.
Audrey, why are you like my kind...
Susie knew she shouldn't speak at this time, so she buried the psychiatrist's "diagnosis" in her heart and looked at the young woman with black hair and black dress.
It suddenly found that the pair of purple eyes had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
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