Chapter 159 Wands and Bullets
Angel was secretly shocked, and was surprised that this great pirate who was being watched by the Tarot Club died inexplicably at the hands of his bodyguard. He was not as "close to high sequence" as Mr. Hanged Man described.
And doesn't he also have a magical item with "shepherd" abilities called "Creeping Hunger"?
Turning back to the front page of the Tingen Daily, she reread the report word for word but found nothing new.
But then he thought, the report saying that Qilingos died in a failed assassination attempt at Duke Negan's dinner party last night appeared on the front page of the local newspaper in Tingen City, hundreds of kilometers away, early this morning. The time available for verifying the news and conducting follow-up interviews was very limited. It is even possible that the entire news was delivered via telegram between the two cities.
Such hasty reporting was bound to contain errors and omissions, and a near-High-Sequence Beyonder attacking the kingdom's top nobles would inevitably attract the attention of the police and the intervention of official organizations such as the Nighthawks. Once they blocked the news, even these news reports might not be credible.
Perhaps Vice Admiral Hurricane didn't simply die at the hands of the Duke's bodyguard as the newspapers said. Perhaps an official Beyonder took action, or even Mr. Fool's High-Sequence Favored One!
Angel decided to ask Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice at the Tarot Club next week, especially the latter. She had lived in Backlund for a long time and was well-informed. She had also hired a detective to investigate Qilingos before, so she should know something about the inside story of this matter.
Thinking of this, she stopped flipping through the useless newspaper and started chatting with Luo Shan.
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In the afternoon, Angel and Klein headed to the outskirts of Tingen as usual. Following the location of the "Dark Red Chimney" house investigated by the Jules Detective Agency, they checked the locations of the buildings predicted by Klein one by one.
As expected, there was no harvest.
Including the locations in the city, they have explored thousands of buildings with dark red chimneys. At this rate, perhaps by mid-September, they will be able to confirm similar buildings around the entire Tingen. Even if they are unlucky and the last one is the target, they will still be able to find it by then.
After folding up the list of buildings filled with crosses, Angel shifted his gaze to the scenery outside the car window, adjusting his focus and giving his sore eyes a proper rest.
At this time, the hired carriage was passing through Red Moon Street in the northern district. By bypassing the central park, it would return to the Black Thorn Security Company on Zouteland Street. The park, which was still under construction some time ago, had now removed the sheds and scaffoldings, and the construction waste piled on the roadside had also been cleared away, making the renovated park look brand new.
Not only is the new park half as large as before, it also has a new park square, a spacious stage, pavilions for audiences, and even luxurious running water and tree-lined trails. In comparison, the park before the renovation looked like a wild lawn.
There were already many workers decorating the venue next to the stage. From the banners hanging there, it could be seen that this was preparation for a speech by Councilman Maynard, who was in charge of the park construction.
Angel recalled the recent intensive news reports that the leader of the new party in Tingen City was about to run for mayor of Tingen. This showed that attracting investment to renovate the park in the north district and giving a speech at the celebration were all political shows to build momentum for the election.
But no matter what, renovating the park is a good thing for the residents nearby.
If only there was a park like this in the West District...
Angel sighed with regret. Even if it was a political show, these congressmen would not target ordinary people in the West District and South District. The North District and Golden Wutong District where the rich live are their bases.
The hired carriage rounded the corner, and the buildings that reappeared by the window blocked the sunset and the park on the other side.
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Walking into the living room, closing and locking the door, Angel hung his windbreaker on the coat rack next to him. Without even turning on the light, he pushed open the door of the study, lifted the secret door on the floor, and came to the smoky basement.
It was already evening. The fire in the basement had been burning for twelve hours since she left in the morning. In the large pot on the fire, the sticky liquid medicine had almost dried up. A short stick about 20 cm long with a charred surface was emitting wisps of green smoke in the pot.
He extinguished the fire, took out the short stick made of solid sandalwood from the pot, and wiped the liquid off the surface. Angel immediately felt a faint spiritual energy overflowing and wrapping around the hot short stick in his hand.
This is a magic wand she made using a potion containing her own blood. It is a magic wand that belongs exclusively to her as a "witch".
Using this magic wand that has a mystical connection with herself, the witch can not only do divination to find objects and find targets conveniently, but also resist fatal damage on her own behalf at the critical moment of the battle.
Unlike the mirror substitute that can only escape from the original place, even if the wand substitute is injured at the moment of using it, these injuries will be transferred to the wand, which is no less powerful than the magician's "paper substitute".
But the wand is complicated to make. In order to make this wand, Angel was drowsy due to blood loss all day. It would take at least ten days or half a month to make the next one.
Even if it was just this one, it would be quite inconvenient to carry. After much thought, she decided to tie the wand and dagger sheath together so that it would not create a strange bulge under the windbreaker and attract curious glances from others.
After cleaning the remaining dark red medicine in the cauldron and tidying up the stove, Angel cleared the table and took out the various materials he had bought at the underground market of the Dragon Bar after returning from Morse Town on Tuesday. He arranged the revolvers and bullets he had received today, preparing to make a new special bullet - the shattering light ray.
Unlike Storm Gathering and Phantom Phosphorus Eruption bullets, the production difficulty and material requirements of the Light Shattering Ray are more than one level higher, and the spiritual requirements of the maker are very high.
If she had not been promoted to a "witch" and learned from the test that her spirituality was higher than expected, she would not be able to make the "Shattered Light Ray" even if she understood the production process and had the materials.
After disassembling each large-caliber pistol bullet into bullets, shells and gunpowder, and preliminarily processing the shells through soaking, coating with base material and other steps, Angel picked up the carving knife and began to engrave complex and dense runes on the first shell.
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"Squeak—"
With a slight sound, the tip of the knife scratched the smooth surface of the shell, leaving a deep scratch.
This is the last line of the talisman.
Looking at the five completed shells on the table and the more scrapped shells next to them, Angel moved his already sore wrists and closed his eyes to rest for a while.
These shells are just for practice. They do not consume any spiritual energy, nor do they use any spiritually rich materials. In this way, even if the shell is accidentally carved, it is only a waste of an ordinary pistol bullet.
From the initial failures to the successful engraving of three beads just now, she has become confident in making a real "broken light ray".
Taking a deep breath, Angel picked up the carving knife again and used it as a ritual dagger to carve out the spiritual wall surrounding the workbench and chair. Then she took out the "Sun Flame Talisman" that Klein had given her.
This talisman, which contains powerful power, will be the core material for her to make special ammunition.
Before this, after divination with the magic mirror, Angel had confirmed that the power of this talisman did indeed come from the "mutated holy emblem of the sun."
Now, she would use a similar method to draw out the power sealed within the talisman and make it into ammunition.
There is only one chance, and if any mistake occurs during the production process, even a pause for a moment, it will lead to production failure and waste this precious talisman.
She believed that if she failed this time, there would be no other opportunities in the short term.
Angel placed candles representing himself and the Goddess of Night within the spiritual wall, lit them with his spirituality, and established a connection through essential oils. He then closed his eyes and silently recited a prayer:
"Goddess of the Night, higher than the stars, and older than eternity.
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"Give me the strength to complete this extraordinary object."
When the spell ended, Angel saw the candlelight in front of him swaying slightly, as if an invisible object passed by, and the candlelight reflected by the carving knife in his hand seemed to become dim.
"Praise the goddess."
She muttered to herself, picked up the knife, and stabbed fiercely at the "Yangyan Talisman" on the table.
Optimized the names of ammunition based on suggestions
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