Chapter 276 Sherman
In Sherman's narration, Angel learned about the series of experiences that made him an extraordinary person.
It sounds very cliché, but this usually introverted and even somewhat cowardly young man has a rather neutral appearance, and even his demeanor and movements lack masculinity, so he is often bullied by others when doing odd jobs.
Once, when Sherman was being beaten and scolded by a bad-tempered foreman in an alley, a man named Joels passed by and easily stopped the foreman, saving Sherman. During their conversation, Joels asked Sherman if he would like to become like him so that he could easily deal with his bullies. Sherman agreed as if by magic.
The two met frequently afterwards. Jowers first taught him some fighting techniques, teaching him how to use terrain to deal with multiple enemies. He then went a step further, instructing him on how to attack weaknesses and even how to kill people...
Hearing this, Angel guessed that Joels was most likely an "instigator" who took the opportunity to instigate Sherman to deal with those who bullied him in order to act and digest it.
Thinking in a darker direction, the conflict that blocked Sherman in the alley, and even the bullying earlier, might have been done by this instigator. Angel herself had a similar experience. She had instigated two gangs in Tingen City, provoking a conflict that had already subsided, and eventually called the police to arrest both parties.
But she didn't tell Sherman in front of her that it was meaningless to say these things now. Judging from the results, the instigation was obviously very successful.
"...My first murder was also carried out with Joels' help. He taught me to ambush the foreman on his way home. I prepared a box filled with heavy objects on the roof and threw a few pennies on the ground. I knew that greedy guy would definitely pick them up..."
"And you killed him, disguising it as an accident involving falling objects?"
"Yes, Joels said this couldn't be hidden from anyone, but in the East District, a scum like him would just die and no one would care. The police would just hastily close the case as an accidental death... He not only beat me, but also others, and even tried to attack Penny... This guy deserves to die!
"But later, when I saw his body in the crowd, I felt that although he was a bastard, his crime didn't deserve the death penalty. But when I took action, my mind was filled with anger and resentment, and I didn't think too much about it... Even when Joels took me to meet the lady named Sylvia and drank the potion to become a Beyonder, it all seemed like a dream, a nightmare that would never end..."
Sherman spoke incoherently, his neutral face showing an expression that was unclear whether it was fear or regret. Then he closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.
This made Angel feel a little pessimistic about his future as his boss. Even if he looked at Sherman from the perspective of the Nighthawks instead of the Witch Cult, Sherman was not a good candidate for a Beyonder. He was weak and hesitant. Perhaps the path that suited him was not "Assassin", but other paths, such as "Pharmacist" or "Apprentice".
Unfortunately, the world of occultism didn't have any career planning or personality quotients for Extraordinary Beings. Joels, in order to digest the Instigator Potion, and Sylvia, in order to develop cheap downlines, chose Sherman, turning an unsuitable person into an "assassin."
She did not continue to ask about the process of the other party taking the potion, thinking that it was no different from the process of Cole taking the potion and becoming an assassin.
“Dongdong——”
Just as Angel was sighing inwardly and Sherman was gradually recovering from his negative mood, the wooden door leading to the corridor outside the living room was knocked, and a rough voice was calling Sherman's name.
"It's the landlord. I'll go deal with him." Sherman wiped his face with his sleeve and stood up. "Strange, I paid the rent the day before yesterday."
Angel was also a little alert. She hid in the bedroom, closed the door, and listened to the conversation between Sherman and the landlord outside. Sherman was very submissive and restrained, while the landlord's voice was loud and a bit ruffian. She could barely make out that there was a gas pipe failure in the entire building, and the landlord was informing each tenant one by one that there would be no gas lights or hot water today.
Touching the "Good Luck" revolver at her waist, Angel wondered if her arrival had brought bad luck to the entire apartment. But according to Kavi, this weapon should bring bad luck to the carrier, not to the people around her.
It seems that she still needs to study the negative effects of this magical item carefully.
After Sherman sent the landlord away, Angel returned to the living room and continued to learn about the newcomer's past and his knowledge of the occult. He soon discovered that the other party was even more ignorant than when he first came to Tingen. Apart from knowing that he was taking a potion that could turn a person into an extraordinary person and the abilities given to him by the potion, he knew almost nothing about extraordinary powers.
Angel tried to teach Sherman meditation and clairvoyance, two basic abilities for extraordinary people of any path. He had tried to use the former after taking the potion, but had never come into contact with clairvoyance, which made Angel lament the irresponsibility of the previous "instigator".
Fortunately, Sherman had a good understanding and quickly learned clairvoyance and meditation. After repeatedly opening the clairvoyance, his spiritual power was exhausted, his eyes were bloodshot, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
"Okay, that's all for today. Take time every day to practice meditation and clairvoyance, but remember, if you feel any discomfort like you do now, stop immediately and try again after a good rest, unless you want to lose control and turn into a monster that only knows how to kill."
Angel carefully warned the newbie so that he wouldn't see only a twisted corpse the next time he came.
Sherman nodded weakly and slumped in his chair, not wanting to move.
Looking at the sun setting outside the window, Angel stood up and prepared to leave, of course, this time through the main entrance.
"Ms. Watson, may I ask...what else do I need to do next? I mean other tasks."
Sherman saw her walk to the door, forced himself to stand up, and asked.
I hope you can just focus on practicing meditation and not do anything else, especially not become an assassin and kill people...
Angel complained in his heart and looked at the other person's face which was filled with hesitation and expectation.
"You've lived in the East District for so long, so you should have some familiar information channels. Help me find this person. His name is Barron, and he's probably from the Southern Continent..."
Angel thought of a way to make use of the assassin without hurting innocent people. She told Sherman the appearance of Barron, whom the Hanged Man was pursuing, and asked him to find out whether this person appeared in the East District while practicing.
After explaining the task, Angel left 10 pounds as funding, which made Sherman flattered and he thanked him repeatedly.
"No wonder Severia didn't even know about the reimbursement. It turns out Backlund and the other members of the witch sect are all from the same lineage. That instigator named Joels probably never gave Sherman any funds..."
Thinking of Sylvia's blank look when she heard the word "reimbursement", Angel felt that he had touched upon some truth.
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After nightfall, Angel came to Minsk Street. She was disappointed to see that there was no gas lamp lit behind the bay window at the door of No. 15. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she found that the door of No. 17 next door was opened and Sherlock Moriarty walked out. He was also surprised to see someone standing at his door.
"Hello, Miss Irene, what can I do for you?"
He was probably visiting his next-door neighbor. He was dressed casually and was not wearing gold-rimmed glasses or a hat. His short black hair was meticulously groomed. His brown eyes looked at Angel, and his bookish appearance reminded the latter of an old friend from Tingen City.
"I...it's about the last commission. Let's...go inside and talk."
It wasn't until Sherlock took a few steps closer that Angel reacted and spoke hesitantly.
"Okay, wait a moment."
Sherlock first took out his glasses from his vest pocket and put them on, his temperament instantly becoming mature, then he used the key to open the door of his house. Angel stared at his back in a daze for a while before following him in.
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