Chapter 495: Different Paths to the Same Destination
The two of you just stood at the two ends of the living room, you looked at me, I looked at you, and no one spoke.
"Ahem, I, I need to go out for a while," Klein finally couldn't stand the dull atmosphere in the room anymore and spoke first, but the content of his words made Angel raise an eyebrow. "A bounty should have arrived. I'll go check it out."
I thought he was going to apologize, but... Angel's face darkened, but he was also curious. After a moment of silence, he asked:
"What bounty?"
"Last week I met a walking gold pound in the bar. Well, I mean, a pirate of relatively high value, 'Thor's Tongue' Mithor King, 'Admiral Disease' Tracy's third mate, the one who captured me disguised as Elaine last time. He was worth 5,400 pounds, but he just happened to walk in front of me."
Is it now possible to shoot pirates in the street?
Angel was surprised at first, but then he realized why the "World" had just sold the psychiatrist's extraordinary characteristics. It turned out that it had released other pirates in exchange for this soul.
But no matter what, killing pirates directly in a bar wouldn't have a good impact. The last time we dealt with "Iron" McVitie, it was on a remote street in the early morning...
She thought about it and asked:
"You...are short of money?"
"I'm planning to buy a magical item worth 7,000 pounds to solve the last problem before my promotion."
Klein didn't hide anything and told Angel that he had entrusted Emlyn the Moon to purchase magical items to resolve the contamination within the Puppet Master's Beyonder characteristics.
In fact, he had intended to say it a few days ago, but the other party gave him almost no chance to communicate.
Of course, he didn't dare say this now, as it would be like adding fuel to the fire.
"I still have quite a bit of money. If you're short on it, you can..." Angel subconsciously offered to help, but then forced himself to change his words at the end, "...you can figure it out on your own."
It wasn't until Klein left the suite that she scratched her hair in regret.
"In the end, I still didn't say it, and it delayed the important work. I should wait until he comes back tonight and put an end to this strange situation... No, wouldn't that be like me admitting defeat? He still has to speak first... or at least speak together?"
Angel muttered to himself, pacing around the living room unconsciously.
Although she had paid a considerable premium at Bayam a few days ago, receiving 3,500 gold coins in exchange, which she had also given to two messengers who had been of great assistance in hunting the "Gazing One", Angel's cash balance on hand had already exceeded 5,000 pounds, including the 1,000 pounds that the Hanged Man had just sacrificed.
But due to the lack of communication, Klein had to save money by occasionally hunting pirates... She rushed back to the bedroom in frustration, threw herself on the bed, and covered her head with a pillow.
Just give him a chance this time and bring it up when he comes back in the evening!
Angel rolled around on the bed as he made his decision.
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A cool breeze and a spiritual reminder woke Angel, who was taking a nap on the bed. She opened her eyes and activated her spiritual vision, and suddenly found a female face with long golden hair and scarlet eyes appeared in front of her.
Angel suddenly jumped up from the bed and found that the headless messenger lady Renette Tinicole was floating in the air in the bedroom. What she saw just now was just a head in her hand.
"He asked..." "I'll come..." "Deliver..." "A message..."
You, no, your speaking style is so weird, why can't one head take turns to be on duty for a day... Angel complained in his heart and nodded.
"Speaking."
She still maintained a considerable degree of respect for this helpful messenger lady, whose strength was obviously above that of a demigod.
Although the help is based on payment...
“He’s going to escort…” “A fat man…” “Olavy Island…” “Three days…”
In the sound of Reinette's answer, which was like a three-dimensional surround sound, Angel quickly understood where Klein was going.
Unexpectedly, when he went out, in addition to collecting the bounty of the "Warning Wordsman", he also became a bodyguard.
With £1,000 in revenue in just three days, it's no wonder he didn't even have time to come back and tell me. If it were me, I'd probably do the same. Sigh, everyone's short on cash... Angel pondered, the guilt he felt for not communicating with Klein sooner intensifying, but it was quickly overshadowed by the anger he felt at his sudden departure.
Seeing her lowering her head in thought, Reinette's four heads shook in her hands, about to take off from reality and return to the spirit world. Angel saw this and quickly called her:
"Should I pay a gold coin?"
She still remembered that Klein had mentioned the messenger's strange habit: every time a letter was sent, a gold coin had to be paid, and she wouldn't accept paper money!
“He…” “Already…” “Paid…”
The three heads answered in turn from left to right. The last one, whose turn it was not yet, shook anxiously and bumped into the one next to him.
He still has some intention... Angel felt a little relieved. She saw the last blond head looking over here expectantly, and after thinking for a moment, she said:
"Excuse me, have you ever met my messenger, Ms. Wensa?"
"know……"
The head, which had been waiting anxiously for its turn to speak, immediately answered, and then the others began to add:
"Her master..." "After leaving," "She was very lonely..."
"Spend more time with her."
After a brief moment of shock, several thoughts popped into Angel's mind one after another.
"She"? Is Ms. Wensa really a "Ms."?
Didn't Renette and Wensa fight openly and secretly, and even had a fight? Why did it sound like the two of them, no, the man and the cat, had a pretty good relationship?
as well as……
"Her master?"
Angel asked back curiously.
"The previous owner..." "left her..." "Not dead yet..." "But not alive either..."
Not dead, but not alive?
Angel was confused and wanted to ask a few more questions, but Renette had already floated to a high place, her figure gradually faded away, and returned to the spirit world.
It seems I should find time to have a good chat with my messenger, but, no, she never talked about these things. I'm afraid she doesn't want to recall sad things...
Angel looked up at the ceiling, pondered for a moment, put the question aside for the time being, and returned his mind to Klein.
Although this "fortune teller" usually performs divination before making decisions, it does not mean that it is absolutely safe. Not to mention the distant past, the two encountered a big accident during the recent hunt for the "Gazer".
Unable to calm down, she quickly took out her magic mirror, stroked the mirror surface and performed a divination.
"Mirror, Mirror, tell me the risks of Klein Moretti's action."
An impenetrable black layer appeared on the mirror, like a curtain blocking the view, which meant that the divination was greatly disturbed, but soon, the gray mist broke through the black curtain, and a specific picture emerged in the mirror.
Hey, my divination skills have improved?
Angel happily held up the magic mirror and looked at the picture carefully.
The mist revealed a narrow cabin. Two people sat at a square table against the wall. One of them was very familiar to her: Klein, wearing a windbreaker and a top hat. Opposite him sat a chubby man in a black robe. His face was unclear in the small magic mirror, but Angel recognized him instantly.
Darkwill, the fat pharmacist at Backlund's "Eye of Wisdom" gathering!
Why is he with Klein... Oh right, Reinette said that the employer of this escort mission is Fatty. Is he the one who hired Klein?
Angel was just thinking when the image in the magic mirror suddenly flashed, as if night had briefly turned into day. When she refocused her eyes, she found that Darkwill had been struck by a lightning bolt from the porthole. His hair stood on end and his skin was charred as he fell beside the table.
Even Klein, who was experienced in this scene and was playing the role of a ruthless adventurer, was so scared that he jumped up from his chair and took a few steps away, fearing that he would be hit by the lightning. Angel outside the mirror was even more worried.
What happened? Were they attacked?
But soon, under the instructions of a talking owl, Klein searched the potion from Darkwill and helped him drink it, saving the unfortunate pharmacist.
Seems like just an accident? But I've never seen anyone struck directly by naturally occurring lightning, especially inside a ship. No one would believe me if I told them… Angel's mouth twitched as he watched the magic mirror in front of him focus on a milky white dice in Darkwill's pocket. The two bright red dots on the dice looked like a pair of blood-red eyeballs, fixed on the divination scene.
No wonder this guy paid Klein 1,000 pounds for an escort. This strange dice in his pocket seems to bring bad luck? Similar to the effect of my "good luck" revolver, but much more powerful?
Putting away the magic mirror, Angel looked out the window towards the dock. In the dark night, a storm of moderate intensity seemed to be brewing there, but rain clouds of this magnitude would definitely not trigger lightning. The only possibility was that there was something wrong with the magical item.
Watching the passenger ship, which was almost too small to be recognized, leaving the port under the "escort" of rain clouds, Angel gritted his teeth, quickly packed his luggage, left the hotel a moment later, and headed straight for the private port outside the city in the night.
Few hired carriages were willing to leave the city at night, but with the help of invisible silk threads and lightness, Angel quickly arrived at the port in the dense forest. Her ship, "Redhead Lady", was still parked in a corner of the dock. Elaine, wearing a small tricorn hat and a capable outfit, was talking in a low voice with two sailors by the gangway.
Without bothering to conceal his appearance, Angel simply used the "Hypocrisy" ring to change his hair color, then stepped forward, landing lightly in front of the three people's surprise, and asked anxiously:
"Elaine, is this ship ready to go out to sea now?"
"Set out to sea now?" The brown-haired lady was stunned. "This three-masted sailing ship has only just recruited the minimum number of sailors, barely enough to raise the sails. Not to mention replacements, there aren't even enough combat personnel. Setting out to sea at this time is tantamount to..."
"I'm a combatant," Angel interrupted the other person and patted his chest, causing the two sailors next to him to stare blankly. Elaine also looked a little uncomfortable. "Gather everyone now, hoist the sails, and set off for a navigation test."
"Let's go to the island of Oravi."
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