Chapter 778 Promise
His eyes quickly swept over the golden gold and banknotes on the carpet, and Angel quickly calculated the corresponding value in his mind, realizing that these were the payments that Elaine received from the rebels in Nas.
The gold coins, now rarely in circulation, are worth slightly more than their face value, while gold bars of equal weight are worth slightly less. The total is around £12,500. Elaine should have already taken a £1,000 share… The profit is a little less than I expected, but it's still pretty good. After deducting the costs I paid previously and the £7,000 I have to pay to Sander at the Veterans' Club, I can probably make £4,000. The arms business is really lucrative…
Angel thought about it and didn't rush to gather the gold coins. Instead, he looked at Wensa who was sharpening his claws on the carpet and asked with a smile:
"Did Elaine say anything else?"
"She said the transaction went smoothly, but I discovered two ambushers near the transaction location...Beyonders from the 'Storm' Path. They were cautious and didn't take action."
Very cautious... This doesn't fit the character of that path. Could it be that he just happened to notice Wensa's appearance and was worried that it was a trap?
Based on the fact that the Headless Messenger Renette Tinicole was an angel in her "life" and possessed strength stronger than Sequence 3 after becoming a spiritual creature, Angel speculated that before becoming a black cat in the spiritual world, Winsa might have been an "immortal" witch. As to whether it was a black cat from beginning to end, or whether it transformed from a human into a black cat for some reason, it is unknown.
Of course, she tended to believe that the other party was also a human in his previous life. After all, how could a cat be related to the "White Saint" Katarina?
Muttering to himself, Angel changed his tone to a more formal one, put away the smile he was giving Jin Pound, and asked cautiously:
"Do you know anything about the 'Immortal' Witch and the 'Fountain of Youth'?"
"Are you asking about the 'Fountain of Youth' as a potion ingredient? It seems you've found a way to circumvent or even resolve the Ascension Ceremony..." Wensa mercilessly exposed Angel's intentions. "I don't have much to say about Sequence 3 itself. Once you advance, you'll understand that this Sequence is the stage where a 'witch' undergoes a qualitative change in both ability and existence, rather than the Sequence 4 of most paths."
"As for the 'Fountain of Youth', I do know that it's not the legendary fountain hidden in the Sonia Sea that grants immortality, but I've forgotten its exact address, and I'll need some means to recall it."
Angel watched silently as the black cat shook its head on his carpet and said something like "you have to pay more" as if it was acting like a spoiled child. He wanted to kick it and kick it out of the third-floor window into his own garden.
But I might not be able to beat it, and if it starts to make a fuss, the noise will be too loud and will attract outsiders' attention. I'm only in my underwear... After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, Angel gave up on using violence. Instead, he forced a smile again and asked:
"So, how can I make you remember?"
Seeing that Angel had brought up the topic, Wensa no longer pretended to be a cat playing on the carpet, but slowly crawled to her feet, raised his neck, looked up with his blue eyes, and stared at Angel with his vertical pupils.
"We need a promise from you," it said, its tone extremely serious. "This can be sealed through the Messenger's Contract. If you violate it, even you will have to pay a heavy price: after you advance to Sequence 3, among the Witch Cult, you must choose our side."
Angel took two steps back without hesitation and shook his head.
"First of all, I'm not a member of the Witch Cult. Secondly, which side do 'you' represent? The side that has been committing evil for thousands of years, instigating crime, causing disasters, concocting conspiracies, and spreading diseases? The side that traffics in human beings and caused the Backlund Great Smog?"
"Witches are the black of disaster, priests are the red of war. How could the path of disaster and misfortune not cause unrest and catastrophe? Your clever trick to complete the ascension ritual of 'Despair' doesn't mean other witches will have such luck and help... We can only promise that we are relatively better than the part you mentioned."
The cat whiskers on Wensa's face kept shaking, and he retorted in a very fast tone.
The priest, the Red of War, completed the ritual by taking advantage of the situation?
Countless thoughts flashed through Angel's mind at those few nouns. He immediately connected them to the description of the abilities of High-Sequence Beyonders of the Hunter Path on the Red Priest card, as well as the promotion ceremony for Sequence 0 Red Priests: waging a war that sweeps across the continent and achieving sufficient victory.
The "witches" and "the witches" are two extreme yet similar sides. Is this the adjacent path that represents "disaster"? Angel suddenly understood the helplessness of the "other witches" that Wensa mentioned.
Of course, this does not mean that he will forgive members of the witch sect such as "Desperate Nightingale" Panatia.
"So, you're asking for a promise from me on behalf of 'White Saint' Katarina and her descendants?"
She thought again of the little help Katarina had provided when preparing the "Despair" potion, and her tone was no longer so resistant.
"Moreover, you know, there are many people in the sect who want to change the status quo. Katarina is just one of the more active ones."
Wensa replied in a somewhat vague tone.
If I didn't agree, I could try to divine the location of the Fountain of Youth through Arrodes. Of course, as a witch sect that controls almost all the resources of the "witch" path and is proficient in anti-divination, they would definitely be wary of such tactics. The magic mirror might not be able to penetrate these interferences, and wandering the sea with the "witch" card in hand, I might be targeted by other high-ranking witches before I find my target...
After weighing it in his mind for a moment, Angel said carefully:
"Is Katarina still cooperating with the Loen royal family and that faction in the military?"
"Due to their confidentiality measures, I'm unaware of her whereabouts. However, the 'Great Smog' collaboration was originally handled by Clarisse's people. Catalina took over only to wait for the final deal to be completed. She won't be an obstacle during your investigation."
Does this mean that these members of the Witch Cult have almost received their share of the profits and are no longer planning to help the Loen royal family? She muttered to herself, and finally made a decision:
"If what you said before is true, then after I am promoted to 'Immortal', I will stand on your side in the internal struggle of the Witch Cult."
Angel left some room for "discretion" in her promise, such as requiring that everything the other party said be true, and only agreeing to stand on Wensa's side. But as soon as she finished saying this, she realized that the invisible connection between herself and the messenger Wensa had a subtle change.
This is not as "compulsory" as when she signed the contract with Anne, but it will still cause some harm to the spirit if she breaks her promise.
It's not fatal, but it's better not to violate it... She understood something in her heart and looked at Wensa again, waiting for it to tell the location of the "Fountain of Youth", but the latter just kicked off his limbs and jumped into the air, entering the spiritual world.
Did she go to the study next door?
Angel, who immediately noticed the other party's movements, felt a little helpless. She had taken off her dress in order to take a bath in peace, and was now only wearing underwear. However, the cunning black cat was walking around in her home, making her feel as if their identities had been swapped.
No, maybe this is in line with our relationship, like a cat running around happily and its owner chasing it around...
When she emerged from the mirror world and came to the study, Wensa had disappeared. On the world map hanging on the wall, a cross was drawn by a sharp claw in a corner deep in the foggy sea, marking the location of the "Fountain of Youth".
Far away from the north and south continents, almost at the end of the world, there are no islands marked on the map. It seems that the legend is completely unreliable... Wait, this hanging map seems to be worth 30 pounds... Angel's face changed, and finally he wiped the map, smoothed the cut cloth, tried his best to eliminate the damage caused by Wenza, and then returned to his bedroom.
Before taking a bath, she would pick up the precious gold pounds.
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In the East District, in a room with curtains drawn in a dilapidated apartment rented to various workers and maids.
Countless black, thick and slippery poisonous snakes squirmed like flexible tentacles, wrapped into balls, knocked over tables and chairs, and crushed the simple wooden bed into pieces.
Some of these venomous snakes have black eyeballs on their outward ends, looking around vigilantly, some of them open into mouths, spitting out scarlet forked tongues, and some gather into tips that secrete mucus and continue to extend around.
Painful groans continued to be heard from inside the "Viper Ball", long-lasting but suppressed, as if worried that they would be heard by others outside the room where the sound insulation was not very good.
Suddenly, these tentacle-like venomous snakes shrank inwards, and the one-meter-high sphere quickly shrank and disintegrated, revealing a young girl curled up on the ground with her hands on her knees. She had fair skin, slender limbs, and a perfectly curved back. Her face was wrinkled and her eyes were closed, revealing a painful and distorted expression. The low moans came from her slightly open mouth.
The poisonous snake that wrapped around her shrank quickly, decomposing into shiny black filaments, and quickly returned to the girl's body.
Those were actually her hair!
As the long hair returned to normal, the room no longer had any connection with the horrific and weird scene just now, except for the crushed bed and the tables and chairs that fell to the ground. The girl curled up on the floor stopped groaning in pain and slowly opened her eyes.
The confusion in those captivating black eyes quickly faded, and she regained her composure. She climbed up skillfully, found her nightgown among the broken wood, and put it on, covering her not-so-big but perfectly shaped breasts and slender waist, leaving only her snow-white feet exposed in sharp contrast to the dark floor.
Looking at the messy room, Triss frowned, thinking that whether to avoid possible pursuit or for the sake of life, she should change her hiding place.
"If I continue like this, it won't be long before the 'pain' in my body is completely digested. Then, the new 'Gift' will allow me to enter the High Sequence and become a Demigod. At the same time, I will be even closer to 'Him'...
"Perhaps completing the Ascension Ceremony normally and taking the potion could have avoided all of this, but that would have required more time and resources, and I lack precisely these two things... If I don't hurry and resolve everything, I might become an unconscious vessel of God, spreading disease and plague throughout this city. Oh, if he were still around, he certainly wouldn't want to see this..."
Gently pulling aside a corner of the curtain, Triss looked at the streets that had suffered a terrible plague half a year ago and had just regained some order. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but there was no smile in her eyes.
"Perhaps, seeking help from the 'Golden Queen' is the only solution... I never thought that the vigilant girl from a year ago would become a pirate king renowned across the five seas. Could it be that she too has the... blessing of the gods?"
Triss muttered, pausing for a moment on the last word, a mocking smile on her face.
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