Chapter 194 Missing Sonya
"As you can see, I don't have tea or coffee here, but I do have plenty of chairs."
Angel invited in this "provocateur" who looked like he hadn't slept all day and night, and watched him sit in the nearest chair and collapse completely.
"I'm sorry, if I hadn't had no other choice, I wouldn't have come to visit you." The Dominican Federation lost its usual spirit and said dejectedly, "I found your place when you rented the safe house before. This time, I waited for you and followed you to the new safe house. If I wasn't worried about being recognized by so many people during the day, I would have knocked on the door long ago."
"Rather than being followed, I'm more curious about why you're still in Backlund. Shouldn't you have sailed out to sea last week, taking Sonya to the Rorsted Archipelago you've longed for, and settled in Bayam?"
Angel also pulled over a chair and sat opposite him. The place had just been rented, and there was no tea, coffee or hot water. Besides, even if there was, she had no intention of serving this uninvited guest.
"I had planned to leave as soon as I got the 600 pounds. Although it was less than I expected..." The Dominican Federation paused, glancing at Angel, and continued, "...it was enough to live in Bayam. But Sonia said she wanted to see her uncle again before leaving. He's the relative who was imprisoned for a crime and took care of Sonia for a while when she was little."
"We visited him in the West District yesterday. After returning to his residence in the East District, Sonya packed her things and I went to the steam train station to buy a ticket to Pritz Harbor."
"Damn it, it was just a moment, less than two hours!"
The Dominican Federation suddenly became angry and reached out to grab its black hair, as if to pull it all out.
"When I came back, the place was in a mess. There were traces of minor struggles on the floor and furniture, and the room was turned upside down, but there was no blood and no items were missing. Only Sonya was missing."
"Nothing was stolen, so it couldn't be the common burglary in the East District. It must have been a premeditated kidnapping," Angel analyzed. "Where are your traps? And your Sequence 9 is a Hunter, right? They were tracking me and I didn't even notice them. Why didn't you use your Beyonder ability to track them?"
"The trap was triggered, but no one was hurt. I also tried to track them, but they handled it very professionally. They cleared all traces that could leave clues. Either they also have 'hunters', or they are well-trained."
The Dominican Federation replied dejectedly that it seemed that Sonia was captured when he let his guard down, which was a huge blow to him.
"My first thought was to report it to the police and have them investigate, but this is the East District, and dozens of people go missing every day, and no one cares. What's more..."
He hesitated for a moment and continued.
"...Not to mention the authorities might be involved in this matter."
"Do you mean the police, or the official Beyonders?"
Unexpectedly, the disappearance of the little fortune teller involved so many people. Angel leaned forward and asked.
"Neither. It's MI9, a special department of the Kingdom of Loen. They're responsible for military intelligence and countering the infiltration of foreign Beyonders. I used to be a member there, a peripheral member..."
Is this really something I can listen to?
Angel raised an eyebrow but did not interrupt the frustrated man's narration.
"I got my Hunter potion from MI9. As a peripheral member, they weren't stingy with the potion distribution, but the management was just as strict as for regular members. I failed on a mission and was punished too harshly. In a fit of anger, I applied for resignation and left."
"After stranded at Enmat Harbor, I met Sonya. She was only 15 years old at the time, a tiny little girl. She asked me if I was a Beyonder, haha..." The Dominican Federation's mouth curled up, as if lost in memory. After a pause, he continued, "From then on, I never left Enmat Harbor until Mr. Hansen Claude died at the hands of the Witch Cult. Only then did I bring her to Backlund."
Are you, in love with Sonia? My God, she doesn't even look like an adult... Angel was a little surprised, but she knew that the point at the moment was not this, so she interrupted the Dominican Federation's recollection and asked:
"You've told me all this before, but why do you think the authorities were involved in this kidnapping? Do you have any evidence?"
"Evidence? My analysis is the evidence!" The provocateur became agitated again, as if he were the one being provoked. "Even Sonya's uncle doesn't know where we are. The only one who helped us escape the Witch Cult in Backlund and provided us with fake identities knows. He's also from MI9. It must have been him who leaked the information."
"Their goal must be that manuscript, the design drawings for the third-generation differential machine! I should have guessed it long ago. Intis wants it, Feysac wants it, but Loen doesn't want it?"
Taking a deep breath, the anger on the Dominican Federation's face faded, replaced by a pleading expression, which surprised Angel, who was used to hearing this man's harsh words.
"It's only been less than 12 hours since she disappeared. They probably haven't done anything to her yet, for the sake of the Difference Engine manuscript, but that might change over time."
"I came to you to ask for your help. Use divination to find Sonya's location and help me rescue her. Don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory reward."
Looking at the fragility and helplessness in the other person's eyes, Angel fell into deep thought.
She instinctively wanted to refuse this troublesome matter. Although the Dominican Federation had cooperated with her before, and even this manuscript that attracted much attention was sold to Mr. A by them together, in essence it was just a relationship of interest. After the two of them divided the spoils and went their separate ways, they would have no relationship in the future.
But Sonya was just a little girl, not yet an adult. Whether she was captured by foreign spies who had infiltrated Backlund, or, as the Dominican Federation claimed, with the involvement of official personnel, if she wasn't rescued in time, it was easy to imagine what would happen next.
Just consider it a favor to the future fortune teller...
Angel closed his eyes and nodded.
"My magic mirror is broken. Although I can use an ordinary mirror for divination, the effect will not be as good. Please go back to your previous residence and wait. I will go home and rush over when I am ready."
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After taking a long detour and making sure there were no pursuers behind her, Angel returned home. She used the ointment made from her own blood that she had saved to remake a magic mirror. However, the preparation of the substitute wand that she used last night would take more time and require special materials, and there was no time to replenish it today.
Holding the freshly baked magic mirror, she first tried to divine the movements of the Dominican Federation. Firstly, it was to confirm the other party's sincerity and make sure he was not following her; secondly, it was to judge whether there was any high-level extraordinary power involved in this matter.
The magic mirror divination quickly yielded the result. He was preparing his equipment in his apartment in the East District. A dagger, a revolver, and a group of spare bullets were placed on the table, like an arms display.
Moreover, the divination went very smoothly without any interference.
This means that there is no high-level Beyonder to conduct counter-divination on this matter... or maybe the level is too high that even I can't feel it?
After hesitating for a moment, Angel packed his equipment and left home for the East District.
It was already evening, and workers in factories in the suburbs of the East District were returning to their homes in droves. The already noisy and crowded streets were now even more chaotic. Angel walked through the most congested streets, avoiding pedestrians who intended to pickpocket, and came to the four-story apartment building that looked like an arch.
"I didn't expect you to actually come..."
When he opened the door, the Dominican Commonwealth had a strange look on his face.
"Have you ever seen a witch who keeps her promise so well?"
Angel teased, entering the two-bedroom apartment. This time, her magic mirror didn't sound any alarm.
"Bring me an item or piece of clothing that Sonya often uses, and I'll use it for divination."
Angel instructed as he took out the magic mirror and placed it on the table.
The Dominican Federation quickly brought an item, the kitten mask that Angel had used.
Taking the mask, Angel gently stroked the magic mirror, sent it into the spirit, and silently recited the divination words.
"Mirror, mirror, tell me, where is the owner of this item currently?"
The magic mirror flashed with familiar water ripples, quickly turned pitch black, and then the black faded away, returning to its state of reflecting the scene in the room.
Divination failed?
Angel was stunned, looking at the kitten mask in his hand, and then his eyes moved to the "Secret Holy Emblem" on his wrist.
Could it be that because I have used this mask before, the anti-divination effect has interfered with the magic mirror's divination?
Putting the item down, Angel entered Sonya's neat and warm room and took a dress from the closet.
I used the magic mirror divination again, and this time it went very smoothly, and moving images soon appeared in the mirror.
The little girl with loose brown hair was half lying between a wooden box and an iron cabinet, her hands tied with ropes, her eyes closed, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.
The scene changes, leaving this warehouse-like room and coming outside. The red brick ground has cracked in many places, and low and dilapidated houses on both sides are connected together, leading to the Tussock River in the distance.
The image faded, and the magic mirror regained its smooth surface. Angel told the Dominican Federation what he had just seen. The latter frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized and said through gritted teeth:
"That's Red Brick Lane in the East End, the warehouse of the Zmanger Party!"
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