Chapter 275 Connection
With the experience of being "reminded" by Severia of the Witch Cult, Angel instantly guessed the purpose of the buyer: to find someone with the extraordinary characteristics of "Sheriff" and "Interrogator".
This person is most likely the "Black Emperor" who recently broke into Kapin's mansion and killed the two Beyonders who protected him, or at least the companion who helped him sell Beyonder traits.
With this understanding, Angel naturally wouldn't take the bait easily, but she was also very curious about the identity of the person behind the search for the Black Emperor. According to her and Sherlock's analysis, Capin was likely to have close ties with Backlund's upper class nobles, and even the military and royal family. Not to mention that he was also helping the Witch Cult with human trafficking, which involved a wide range of people. His death had caused countless people to worry and desperately needed to find the murderer.
There are so many possible identities for the person behind the scenes that it's hard to know where to start.
"It's a pity. I won't be fooled. If I wanted to sell Beyonder characteristics, I would do it at a Tarot meeting, not a gathering of the Aurora Society or the Divine Envoy Organization..."
Thinking secretly, Angel continued to check other transaction information, and soon bought some spiritual materials for making bullets, sold 20 "Storm Gathering", and received 150 pounds in cash.
The buyer this time was still the tall man wearing a golden mask. He seemed to be very interested in the "craftsman" behind Angel and tried several times to win him over for long-term supply. However, Angel's speed in making ammunition was not stable and he suspected that the masked man was a spokesperson for a certain force. He did not want to have too much contact with him, so he did not agree.
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The door closed, isolating himself from the noise of the extraordinary people attending the gathering outside. Mr. A dismissed the waiter, walked down the stairs to the basement, carefully closed the door, and walked around a few corners in the dark corridor until he arrived at a basement that looked like a temple.
Here stands an upside-down giant statue, which is the "true creator" worshipped by the Aurora Society.
At this time, a person in a hooded robe was kneeling in front of the statue. Hearing Mr. A's approaching footsteps, the person turned around and looked towards the entrance. The faint light from the candle in the corner illuminated the beautiful and charming female face under the hood.
If the Night Stalkers from Tingen or the "Red Gloves" from Soest were present, they would easily recognize that this was Ms. D who had escaped from Tingen to Backlund.
Mr. A seemed not to see his colleague. He took a few steps forward and also knelt in front of the statue, his position subtly a few centimeters closer to the statue.
"I have found the entry point and will start the operation soon."
After kneeling in silence for a while, Ms. D couldn't help but speak first.
Mr. A responded to her with silence.
"Could it be that you..."
"You messed up in Tingen, and you're planning to do it again in Backlund?" Mr. A interrupted, a hint of subtle anger in his tone. "I've already started collaborating with the Witch Cult. I'm keeping you here because I'm worried you'll be caught by an official Beyonder, not because I want you to continue doing things the way you did in Backlund."
"If you mess up again, even if the saints forgive you, I won't forgive you."
After saying this, he lowered his head, prostrated himself on the ground, muttered something silently, and continued to offer devout prayers to the "true creator."
Ms. D snorted coldly and said nothing more. Instead, she leaned down and made the same gesture as him.
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On Saturday morning, Angel spent almost all of her savings and finally got the revolver made using the Sequence 6 Beyonder characteristics, a magical item she named "Good Luck".
The value of a Sequence 6 Beyonder is between 3,000 and 4,000 pounds, with the difference depending on scarcity and the bargaining power of the two parties involved in the transaction. For example, the Beyonder of "Demon" that Angel sold to "Eye of Wisdom" was sold for 3,200 pounds, while this finished magical item was only sold for 3,500 pounds, and also came with demon hunting bullets worth 200 pounds, obviously because the craftsman Kavi was in a hurry to sell it.
Maybe it's because Kavi feels that having this pistol around will easily bring bad luck... I see that her watch shop has few customers a day. Could it be because of this weapon?
Angel was in the hired carriage, carefully studying the large-caliber revolver in his hand.
The metal part of this weapon is bright brass in color, and at first glance it looks like it is made of gold. The muzzle is slightly longer than that of an ordinary revolver and is engraved with intricate patterns. There are several grooves carved on the surface of the grip guard to give it greater friction and prevent it from slipping out of your hand.
From the outside, it doesn't look like a weapon worth thousands of pounds...
Angel loaded the gifted demon hunting bullets into the magazine and put the pistol back into the holster at his waist under his cloak, carefully securing the holster to avoid losing this expensive item.
She now had less than 150 pounds left of her entire fortune, which was the hard-earned money from selling some special bullets at Mr. A's gathering. She was quite disappointed that no one was interested in the potion formulas for sale.
It was already Saturday afternoon, and she was planning to go to the East District to meet the "newcomer" that Sylvia had assigned to her, so they could get to know each other. However, before the carriage reached the junction of the Backlund Bridge District and the East District, it stopped with a creaking noise.
"Sorry, ma'am, the wheels seem to be stuck. You'll have to walk the rest of the way."
The coachman's voice came from outside the door. Angel touched "Good Luck", sighed, got off the carriage, and paid the fare.
She had no doubt that it was the negative effects of this magical item that had affected the carriage she was riding in.
Sure enough, not long after they had gone, the broken-down carriage was restored to its original state amid the driver's sigh of surprise and confusion. Angel did not turn back to ride again. She knew that if she got back on the carriage, new problems would arise before she had gone far.
Walking into the East District, Angel arrived smoothly in front of a simple apartment building without any bad luck such as being hit by objects thrown from high places or accidentally slipping. This made her guess that the negative effect of "good luck" was not effective all the time, but it created some unlucky events intermittently. Otherwise, let alone using it in battle, just carrying it would make it difficult for people to move.
The new assassin lived on the second floor of the apartment. Angel did not enter through the main door, but went around to the back and easily climbed up through the gaps between pipes and bricks. He used a thin sheet of frost to pry open the latch on the inside of the window and entered the room.
The one-bedroom apartment was simply furnished, but kept quite clean and tidy, without the musty smell of bedding common in the East District. Angel walked out of the empty bedroom and saw a man in the living room with his back to her, facing the only open window, looking at the street view outside, wondering what he was thinking.
As Angel's footsteps were deliberately increased, the man turned around with a hint of panic in surprise. After seeing who was coming, his pupils shrank slightly and his right hand reached for his waist.
"Don't be nervous, I'm your new boss."
Angel had no intention of fighting him and quickly took out the token that Sylvia had given her - a cheap silver earring.
Seeing the visitor take out the token, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, put down the hand that was touching the dagger at his waist, and turned his whole body towards this side. With a searching look, he first confirmed the style of the earrings, and then stopped on Angel curiously.
The latter was also looking at the "assassin". He was about twenty years old, with shoulder-length brown hair and thin eyebrows. His facial features were not as rough as those of a man of his age, but rather had a neutral and delicate look.
"Hello, ma'am," he said cautiously. "Joels said you'd be here today, but I thought, well, you'd be coming through the front door."
Who is Joels... Could he be his previous contact, a member of a witch cult?
Angel grumbled inwardly, but replied seriously, "This was a test to see if you were vigilant enough. The result disappointed me."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't vigilant enough."
Angel didn't expect the newcomer to admit his mistake so easily, which made her feel powerless. She nodded and sat on the wooden chair next to the coffee table in the living room.
"Forget about it today. From now on, you must always be vigilant. Maybe the enemy will appear behind you next time." Angel lowered his voice to make his tone sound more mature and more like a "senior". "First, introduce yourself."
The young man sat opposite her, his simple wooden chair creaking and wobbling.
"My name is Sherman. I think you already know that I am an 'assassin'..."
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