Chapter 3 Mrs. Sharon
The knock came from the main door.
Do people in this world have the habit of visiting each other late at night?
Looking at the red moon in the sky outside the window, Angel hesitated whether to open the door.
First of all, she had to prepare a suitable weapon. She looked around, her eyes sweeping from the fire poker beside the fireplace to the flower bed at the door of the study, and finally returned to the desk in front of her as if attracted by a mysterious force.
Following her memory, she opened the desk drawer, took out a large dictionary, and then opened the secret compartment at the bottom of the drawer. Inside was a neatly arranged stack of banknotes, more than ten scattered coins, a pocket watch that looked valuable, a notebook with a yellowed cover, and a revolver lying quietly on the notebook.
Ignoring the other objects, Angel reached out and picked up the revolver. The wooden grip and metal body of the gun made her feel a sense of security that she had not felt for a long time.
Time waits for no one. She quickly swung the revolver and confirmed that the magazine was full of five bullets, all of which were live bullets that had not been fired. Then she ejected the bullets and estimated the weight and size.
"0.45 caliber, this is not suitable for women to use, the recoil may be a bit large." Angel studied the bullet in her hand, "But the strength hidden in this female body is no less than that of an adult male. She holds this 3-pound pistol in one hand without any effort, and even seems to be at ease." She reloaded the magazine and quickly changed several postures while holding the gun. She found that this slender arm was incredibly strong, and she had greater confidence in the battle that might happen next.
"Knock knock--" The knock on the door sounded again. Angel no longer hesitated, picked up the revolver and walked towards the living room. To be on the safe side, she also brought the fire poker.
She walked around the bay window facing the street and came to the main door. There was no sound behind the door, as if the visitor had left without waiting.
Angel was not deceived by such appearances. She recalled the basic ability of "Assassin", or all extraordinary people, "clairvoyance".
She pressed her tongue against her lower left molar, unlocking the clairvoyance that originally belonged to Cole Granger.
Extraordinary people who enter the clairvoyant state can observe spiritual objects within their sight, including various extraordinary items, spiritual materials, and of course living things.
This spiritual light can penetrate even thin obstacles.
Under the spiritual vision, in the dim room, apart from the faint spirituality emanating from himself, there was only a dim white light behind the door that was bright enough to penetrate through the crack.
After confirming through her clairvoyance that the visitor was still standing behind the door, she quickly closed it. In just a dozen seconds, Angel felt that her spiritual power had been exhausted. This was certainly due to her physical and mental instability, but it was also obvious that the clairvoyance function consumed a lot of spiritual power.
She held the gun against the door frame in her right hand and a fire poker in her left hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?" If you don't answer within five seconds, I will shoot - she added silently in her heart.
"It's me." A soft voice came from behind the door, with a slight tremolo, sounding like a young woman.
After a little thought, Angel remembered the owner of the voice: Mrs. Sharon.
Sharon Hoy is the most famous and beautiful widow in Tingen, and the most sought-after lady in social circles. She is the second wife of Baron Hoy, but unfortunately became a widow.
Mrs. Sharon was widely admired in Tingen's business and political circles, not only for her unique status but also for her diplomatic skills and the "secret relationships" she maintained with numerous political leaders. But for Cole Granger, Mrs. Sharon's most special role was as the mentor who guided him into the extraordinary world and became his "Assassin."
According to his memory, Madam Sharon herself was also a Beyonder, and like Cole, she was promoted from an "Assassin". However, Cole was not sure of her specific Sequence, but he only knew that she was at least a Sequence 7 "Witch".
Although he knew who was coming, Angel didn't open the door. Instead, he hammered the pistol open, undisguisedly letting the sound of parts rubbing against each other reach the other side of the door. "Please go back."
The person outside the door didn't seem to care at all that he was being pointed at with a gun, and said calmly:
"Oh, it sounds like you've successfully been promoted. As I said, this promotion is a complete transformation for you in every sense. When your condition stabilizes in a few days, I suggest you meet at our old place. This will help you master the power of the potion."
"I left the thing you're looking for in the mailbox. That guy has put a two hundred pound reward in the Tingen Morning Post. You can go and claim it. It's my reward for your successful promotion."
"By the way, here are some women's clothes I brought for you. You don't want to go out wearing men's clothes after dawn, do you?"
After leaving behind three strange sentences, the person outside the door fell silent. Angel opened his spiritual vision again, but found nothing.
She did not dare to relax at all, and still pointed the gun at the door. She did not carefully put away her weapon until there was still no movement outside the door after five minutes.
The bet was right.
As far as I can remember, Cole Granger and Madam Sharon had a good relationship, especially after he became the "instigator". Perhaps she felt that Cole's rapidly growing strength was worth investing in, which made Madam Sharon's relationship with him take a step further. Well, that kind of relationship.
From Angel's perspective as a bystander, it was almost certain that Madam Sharon had used the Charm of an Instigator or a higher order. However, the person involved, Cole Granger, was undoubtedly being manipulated by Madam Sharon.
It was not until the eve of his promotion to "witch" that he learned that the potion would turn him into a woman. He finally woke up from his dream and resolutely rejected Mrs. Sharon's request, claiming that he would never take the potion.
Of course, Angel's appearance here shows that Cole's "never" does not seem to be that firm.
Based on his memory of the relationship between the two, Angel successfully played the role of an emotionally unstable woman after her promotion, turned Mrs. Sharon away, and successfully got through the meeting.
She had a premonition that once the door was opened and the two met, things would definitely take a bad turn.
After confirming that Mrs. Sharon had left, Angel opened the front door, stuck his head out and looked around for a while. Seeing that there was no one on the street, he quickly reached out and took the package from the mailbox next to the door, then closed the door and locked it.
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There won't be any traps or curses, right?
Angel looked at the package on the table, lost in thought.
She poked the package with a fire poker, and the outer covering collapsed easily. It seemed that there was nothing solid inside.
Angel's heart, which had calmed down after obtaining the weapon, became restless again. He knew very well that this was the change after coming into contact with Madam Sharon. It was the anxiety caused by the difference in strength. Her gentle words also had an inexplicable effect.
This made her realize that "language" could also be a weapon for Extraordinary People.
Putting the fire stick aside, she held the gun in one hand and opened the cloth covering the package with the other. An exquisite badge rolled onto the table, and underneath were several neatly folded clothes.
Is he really here to deliver clothes?
Putting the revolver within easy reach, she picked up a piece of clothing from the table, shook it open, and found that it was an unexpectedly conservative dress. The rest of the clothes were also women's dresses, and there were even a few sets of underwear and two pairs of flat shoes.
"At least they're not high heels..." Angel consoled herself, "and the clothes aren't revealing." Even though she had inexplicably become a woman, she couldn't accept clothing that was too revealing.
She put down the women's clothes and picked up the badge that had fallen to the side when she opened the package. She carefully observed the appearance of the badge.
It was a brass badge, about half the size of a palm, symmetrically octagonal and heavy to the touch. A teardrop-shaped amethyst, the size of a broad bean, centered on one side shone with a strange radiance under the combined glow of red moonlight and yellow lamplight. The other side was inscribed with the words "To Quentin Cohen - Azik Eggers." Upon closer inspection, a line of elegant, smaller characters appeared behind it: "Keep this close to you. Remember."
It turned out to be a gift from someone else. No wonder the owner offered a reward of two hundred pounds for this item. Just looking at the craftsmanship and the cheap amethyst, it could probably be bought in a street gift shop for ten pounds, and at most a little extra money would be spent on engraving.
After confirming that it was just an ordinary commemorative badge, Angel lost interest in it and threw the "two hundred pounds" aside. Since Mrs. Sharon said that this thing could be used to claim the reward, she didn't mind trying it when she had time.
After the "Mrs. Sharon Crisis" was resolved, she began to think about her current situation again.
When Angel thought about himself, a man in his 30s, who suddenly came to a different world and turned into the young girl he is today, and was also responsible for a murder, he got a splitting headache. He wanted to shoot himself in the head with a revolver to see if he could return to his original world.
However, her intuition told her that it was not as simple as dying in the same way as she came here. The death on Earth must have triggered some extremely special mechanism, which allowed the soul to come to this world and possess the body of Cole Granger, who also died. It was also under the influence of the "witch" potion that it became its current appearance.
By the way, Cole Granger is a man, and I am now in a female body, so what do the murders he committed have to do with me? After all, they can't be pinned on me, right?
Angel felt relieved after realizing this. At least she no longer had to worry about being hunted by the authorities. Being wanted would not only make it difficult for her to move around the city, but would also put immense psychological pressure on her, a former Templar, even if she hadn't done anything wrong.
But even if he doesn't have to worry about Cole Granger's crimes affecting him, Angel now needs a legal identity. He can no longer use his original male identity even if he is not wanted.
I don't know if making a fake certificate can solve this problem. After all, there is no Internet or database in this world. As long as the certificate is realistic enough, it should be easy to get away with it.
In addition to the fake identity, he also had to find a new residence as soon as possible and completely say goodbye to the identity of "Cole Granger". In this way, even if his previous crimes were really discovered, the police would only be able to find this empty residence and the disappeared Cole Granger.
After settling down, I will find a way to go back. This is also a world with extraordinary abilities, so the possibility of returning to my hometown is still very high.
Oh, and we still have to clean up the traces of the ritual in the basement to prevent the police from thinking that Cole Granger changed his identity through potion...
After arranging several things in order of importance in her mind, Angel was suddenly full of energy. She went to the bathroom to get a bucket, a mop and a brush, and went to the basement to clean up the strange radial bloodstains. She also rearranged the tables, candlesticks and other furniture in random order, and threw the crucible used for brewing potions into the kitchen, trying to make it impossible for people to associate any extraordinary factors.
Although the washed floor still had a faint fishy smell, it was no longer noticeable when mixed with the humid air in the basement. Angel decided to go out and buy some cheap meat that was about to expire and pretend to have forgotten it in a corner of the basement. In this way, it would not be long before the rotten smell would completely cover up the bloody smell.
After taking the bucket and mop back to the bathroom and washing them, Angel changed his clothes that were soaked with sweat and dirty water, took a quick shower, and put on the women's clothes sent by Mrs. Sharon.
"I have to say, this body is much better than those of the female stars I've seen on TV and the Internet before, both in terms of appearance and figure." Angel was busy putting on unfamiliar women's underwear, looking at the beautiful body in the mirror, and inevitably fell into reverie.
Before she knew it, she had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror for a quarter of an hour.
"This is too horrible. I can't even resist myself. What if other men see this..." Angel shuddered, startled awake, and hurriedly buttoned up the top of her dress, covering the white patch between her collarbone and neck. She made the sign of a cross on her chest, begging for forgiveness for her confusion.
The next step was to solve the stomach problem and explore the situation around the residence - these two things could be done at the same time, because Angel found that although there was a kitchen here, it could not be used at all.
She had already checked the kitchen. It seemed that Cole Granger, who originally lived here, did not have the habit of cooking alone at home. There was no trace of smoke on the cooking utensils. The stove could be lit, but unfortunately the seasonings were no longer usable. The salt was damp and clumping, and there were white spots in the black pepper shaker, which must have been moldy. The lard even had a layer of strange hair on the surface. Only half a can of tea survived because it had been kept dry.
After throwing all the spoiled seasonings into the trash can, Angel decided to go out and solve the problem of eating.
Perhaps it was because the fusion of soul and body was becoming closer and closer. From waking up in the middle of the night until now in the early morning, Angel kept recalling some memory fragments, most of which were common sense content that did not involve specific memories, such as how to use a gas meter, the exchange rate between gold pounds, soli and pennies (pence was actually used here), and that there were also 365-366 days in a year, seven days in a week, 24 hours in a day, and so on.
She had a few vague memories of Cole Granger's life, but most of them were recent events. The older the memory, the vaguer it became, until she couldn't remember it no matter how hard she tried.
"Let's go to the restaurant he often visits. The prices are affordable and the food tastes good." Angel opened the desk drawer and picked out a 10-pound note from the neatly stacked banknotes in the secret compartment. After hesitating for a moment, he put it back and replaced it with three 1-pound notes, two 5-sol notes, and a handful of copper pennies.
The purchasing power of the gold pound in this world is much higher than that of the British pound on Earth. It is neither convenient nor safe to use large banknotes to buy things.
But Cole was truly wealthy. This drawer alone must have held at least 300 gold pounds. It seemed he must have made quite a bit before retiring as an assassin. Angel looked at the various denominations of ill-gotten banknotes in the drawer, and the last vestiges of guilt he had felt for taking other people's money vanished.
Before going out, she made a simple holster with strips of old bed sheets, tied the revolver to her right thigh, and after letting down her loose skirt, it was completely invisible from the outside.
Stuffing the banknotes and coins into his pocket, Angel left through the back door, passed through the sparsely populated back alley, and took a long detour back to the main street.
The house that temporarily belongs to her is located at No. 6 Narcissus Street in Tingen City. It is one of the townhouses with a hip roof and a gray-blue appearance. Although it has only two floors, the chimney is tall and is no lower than the three-story building next to it.
It was already eight o'clock in the morning, the busiest time of the day. Vendors crowded the streets hawking their goods, and shops put up signs, waiting for customers.
Taking a breath of air mixed with the fragrance of bread, the aroma of oil and the stimulating taste of spicy food, Angel finally felt like he was back in the human world. The anxiety in his heart after traveling through time for no reason was temporarily suppressed. His stomach, which had not eaten for a long time, began to twitch, reminding him what he should do most now.
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