Chapter 291 A chance encounter on campus
Early Thursday morning, with the help of Mr. Fool, Angel used the extraordinary characteristics of "Sheriff" to exchange for 600 pounds in cash from Miss Magician through "sacrifice" and "granting".
Angel carefully counted the gold pounds in her hand and praised the Fool from the bottom of her heart. This transaction allowed her savings to exceed 700 pounds again, and she no longer needed to live frugally and reduce her spending.
After enjoying a simple homemade breakfast, she went to the study and began to copy the "Book of Secrets" borrowed from Sherlock, skipping some familiar content and praises of the strange primitive moon, and focusing on copying the experience of various secret rituals, spells and curses.
But soon, Angel was stumped by several articles written in ancient Feysac language.
She understood common languages like Loen and Feysac, and even knew a bit of Intis, but she was completely lost as to their unified origin, the ancient Feysac language, which was known as the source of the languages of the countries of the Northern Continent. She could still understand some of the native words that had been retained during the evolution, but she was completely helpless when it came to proprietary words, and the ever-changing grammar made her dizzy.
"Sherlock didn't mention that because he knows the language and therefore isn't dyslexic?"
She scratched her head and wanted to skip these few chapters and read the later ones first, but she found that the later contents were closely related to the previous ones. If she skipped them, it would be easy to encounter some unpredictable problems, and even easily form a wrong first impression, resulting in failure when using related rituals in the future.
After thinking for a moment, she decided to copy down those pages of ancient Feysac language, have someone translate them, and then copy them into her own notes.
Her first choice was naturally Sherlock Moriarty, who had lent her the Book of Secrets. He understood the language and would not leak the secrets, but her pride stopped her from doing so. Instead, she hurried out to find a university in downtown Backlund and paid someone to translate the contents.
As the capital of the Kingdom of Loen, Backlund has many schools, but unfortunately most of them are located in the suburbs, with only a few ancient colleges remaining in the city. After comparing them in his mind, Angel chose the "Backlund Technical College" in the north district.
Of course, in half a month, it will no longer be called this name. After reorganization and merger, the Technical College will be upgraded to "Industrial and Technical University". It will not only have many of the original popular majors, but also have opened many new science and engineering disciplines. It is said that the Steam Church has made a lot of efforts in this, providing funds, manpower, and also recruiting many teachers.
Angel's target was the university's archaeology department. They were proficient in various foreign languages, especially Ancient Feysac, an ancient language used thousands of years ago. Compared to the history department, they were not overly interested in the specific content of these texts, which reduced the risk of leaks and questioning.
When she took a hired carriage to the North District, as expected, an accident occurred. The "Good Luck" revolver she was carrying caused the carriage to scrape against another carriage coming from the opposite direction when passing through a narrow alley. Angel paid some extra fare with some apology, and then walked to the technical college.
The construction of the new area added by the college for the reorganization is in full swing. At the school gate, there is a steam locomotive that has just been moved here and the wheels and tracks next to it have not been removed. Angel thought it was a model, but when he looked closer, he found that it had all the parts and showed signs of long-term use. It was actually a real retired locomotive.
It was class time and there were few people around. After asking about the location of the Archaeology Department, Angel quickly found the teachers' office. There were only two teachers who had no classes and were concentrating on writing something. After Angel knocked on the door, one of the teachers looked up and looked at her.
After the greetings, the middle-aged teacher named Benny agreed to translate the texts as quickly as possible in exchange for a fee of 20 pounds. The generous reward made the other teacher look at him with envy - he lost this extra income because he just looked up a few seconds later.
"Ms. Watson, you can come pick up the translation tomorrow morning. I will work overtime to finish it today."
After receiving a 5-pound deposit and several pages of manuscripts, the dark-skinned teacher Benny said confidently that his skin color reminded Angel of Klein's teacher, Azik, in Tingen City, but the former's prematurely aged and bald appearance ruined this impression.
After achieving her goal, Angel wandered around the campus leisurely, but she quickly lost interest in the ongoing construction site.
When he returned to the locomotive at the school gate, it was time for classes to end. Students living nearby left the campus one after another to go home to spend the lunch hour. Angel quickened his pace because he was worried that he would not be able to get a hired carriage.
Unfamiliar student faces flashed before her eyes one by one. Suddenly, Angel found a familiar figure walking by. She subconsciously turned her head to look and stopped in her tracks.
A round-faced woman with long blond hair, about eighteen or nineteen years old, walked slowly with the crowd. Her profile looked a little haggard, but overall she looked healthy.
"That is..."
A familiar yet unfamiliar memory flooded into my mind.
The memory of having dinner with her at the table, the memory of arguing with her and apologizing to her, the memory of saying goodbye to her at the train station...
"Lily Granger?"
Those memories were inherited from Cole Granger, not "herself", but Cole's experiences had long been integrated into her body, so that when she saw Lily for the first time, she felt a sense of familiarity engraved in her heart.
But Angel did not catch up. Instead, he silently watched the girl with a thin back slowly walk onto the street and take a public carriage to leave the technical college.
During this time, she simply opened her spiritual vision and carefully observed the other party's aura, but did not find any problems.
This is enough... she thought silently.
Cole Granger is dead, and the newly born Angel Granger is also dead in official records. Let their only relative stay away from these extraordinary forces and live out their lives in peace.
Changing direction, Angel also left the technical college.
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"That assassin, what do you think of him?"
Sylvia, with her legs crossed and a lazy look on her face, buried her body in the sofa and asked while yawning. The smooth white skin of her calves under the black gauze skirt formed a sharp contrast with her clothes.
"Sherman?" Ignoring the other's decadent yet alluring demeanor, Angel quickly devoured the pastries on the coffee table and replied incoherently, "I taught him meditation and clairvoyance, and let him practice them first. I see he doesn't seem too keen on joining the Witch Cult. Did you arrange for Joels, the instigator who tricked him into joining?"
"No, Joels was really just passing by and happened to save him. Although he was reluctant to join the sect, strangely enough, he was the one who asked for the 'Assassin' potion."
"Ask for it?"
Angel couldn't believe it and even stopped holding the pastry. The Sherman he met that day was indecisive and even a little cowardly. He didn't seem like the type of person who would actively ask to become a Beyonder.
"Just ask him yourself. I'm looking forward to your surprised expression."
Sylvia smiled and stopped talking about the new assassin from the East District. Instead, she changed the subject:
"You went to Hillston with Miss Audrey last weekend? What happened that day?"
Her expression grew serious, and she sat up straight on the sofa, her grey eyes fixed on Angel's face.
The latter had made some preparations before coming here, and now he used the same rhetoric to deal with the Nighthawks, but in order to trick them, he revealed some information "obtained from Audrey".
"I heard from a noble at Audrey's tea party that a divine messenger from the Aurora Society died there. He was found dead in the sewer, his body covered in tarot cards."
As expected, Sylvia showed a thoughtful expression, and nodded after a moment:
"Indeed, Ms. D from the Aurora Society lost contact that day. Unfortunately, we don't have any information channels with the official Beyonders, so we can't get more accurate information. On the contrary, you gained something at the noble gathering..."
"Ms. D? Is she related to Mr. A, who organized the Beyonder gathering in Queens?"
Angel asked casually, but her mind was clear. From the information Severia accidentally revealed, she was sure that in Backlund, the Witch Cult did have a close connection with the Aurora Society.
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