Chapter 777 Witches and Conspirators
Without waiting for the scalding corpse to cool down and its extraordinary properties to emerge, Sherman put on gloves and slightly reshaped the charred corpse, giving it some kind of religious meaning, just like the other important gang members he had killed before.
Then, she began to use her black flame to clean up the bloodstains around her, burning every place the two had passed by, erasing all traces of mysticism. Of course, she did not forget to restore the boxes that were knocked over by Leris when he escaped, and picked up the goods that fell on the ground.
Tomorrow, this scene will be reported in major newspapers as the fourth serial murder case in the East District in the past month. A cleaner and tidier scene will better highlight the weirdness of the scene.
The three similar murders and the religious-like scenes at the scene had caused alarmist discussions in the Tussock Times and the Backlund Morning Post about the serial killings that occurred in this city last year. Rumors circulated that the person captured by the police at the time was just an unlucky scapegoat, and the real murderer had reappeared and begun a new round of slaughter.
This meets Sherman's needs for playing a "witch" and also fits the rules of acting she has summarized: strange behavior, misunderstood motives, and negative impacts on victims and society.
Of course, she also added one more rule, which was not to harm innocent people, so those who died in her hands were all vicious gang members in the East District.
In order to prevent people from tracing her back, Sherman even deliberately chose a gang that had no connection with the "Black Claw Gang" under her control. In addition, the "witch"'s anti-divination and anti-tracking skills have made the police and even the "Nighthawks" in the East District extremely anxious.
However, in this kind of behavior that can harvest extreme emotions, my magic potion digests quickly. After two or three more "scenes", the "witch" role will be over. At that time, the mysterious serial killer will disappear without a trace...
Thinking of the name of the Sequence 6 potion and its corresponding ability that Triss had told her in advance, Sherman's face turned red.
In addition to killing as a "witch", she spent most of her time and energy on "interacting" with Viscount Stratford. Although the other party behaved quite gentlemanly, she would have to face that kind of thing sooner or later, and being promoted to "Joy" would undoubtedly greatly increase the success rate of the plan.
However, can I really have the heart to abandon everything in the past and accept a new identity and life...
Thinking of his determination to take the "Assassin" potion, his confusion about acting and killing, and finally the expressions of Freya and Daisy looking forward to his return home, Sherman's beautiful blue eyes closed slightly, and when he opened them again, all emotions were hidden.
She cleaned up the scene, picked up the "Barbarian" extraordinary characteristic extracted by Leris, and took a last look at the corpse whose only intact right hand was raised high as if reaching towards the sky. She sighed softly, pushed open the side door of the warehouse, and came to the filthy alley in the East District.
The homeless people here were regularly cleared out by the Zmanger gang, so there were no ragged, idle people from the East End sitting there like in other alleys. But Sherman still saw a child with messy hair, fat-less cheeks, bulging eyes, and arms as thin as a stick, who was constantly rummaging through the garbage in the alley, looking for valuables.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the child's lifeless eyes glanced over, lingering only for a moment on the white and light pink under the woman's hood, and then looked at the side door of the warehouse that had not yet been closed, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.
He knew there must be something valuable inside.
Seeing this, Sherman slowly walked over, squatted in front of the child who was a little frightened but had not yet slipped away, and said softly:
"Leave now and don't come back here, okay?"
Her words seemed to carry a kind of magic, making the child nod subconsciously, step back, and then quickly turn around and leave.
Seeing the back of the child who looked just like herself more than ten years ago, Sherman's eyes dimmed a little. She took out a handful of powder from under her cloak and sprinkled it on herself, then quickly disappeared into the alley.
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On the beach at dusk, a three-masted sailing ship with a striking red appearance was docked next to a simple pier. Sailors used the crane on the deck to take heavy wooden boxes out of the cargo hold, and groups of four moved them to the beach and stacked them together.
Half of the cargo has been unloaded, and another forty minutes are needed. The sailors on the deck who are on guard with guns are no longer paying attention, the sunlight is getting dimmer, and the last half hour will be very dangerous... Not far away, on the top of a black coconut tree that is common in the Gargas Islands, "Lucky" William, holding a single-shot rifle, is observing everything not far away through a homemade scope.
As a successor to the "machine," he not only possesses terrifying computing power and control over his limbs, but also becomes a master of close combat and long-range precision weaponry. In his hands, a single-shot precision rifle will become a nightmare for ordinary people and low-sequence Beyonders.
Therefore, after the "Red-haired Girl" arrived in Nas, Elaine arranged for her boatswain to hide in a tree not far from the trading point, as another firepower point in addition to the sailors on guard on the deck.
If the other party in the transaction intends to "rob the robbers", this extra rifle may be the key to the battle.
As a "monster", William has no shortage of counter-divination methods. As long as he hides himself, he doesn't need to worry about being discovered.
Besides, I don’t think they dare to turn against each other on the spot… William, who is more spiritual than ordinary people and therefore has a stronger premonition of danger, muttered, and put his eyes closer to the sight again, looking at his captain’s position.
Feeling the gazes directed at them from a distance, Elaine, whose long hair was wrapped in a triangular scarf and looked heroic, remained expressionless. She took the suitcase handed to her by the trader of the Gargas Islands rebels and opened it.
There seemed to be golden light flowing out from the gap, and under the illumination of the setting sun, Elaine could hardly open her eyes.
Jawad, who was in front of her and was almost two heads taller than the tall Elaine, chuckled, revealing his teeth yellowed by tobacco leaves, and said in his not very fluent Intis language:
"3,500 Rune gold pounds, and gold coins and gold bars worth 10,000 pounds."
Across the Five Seas, gold coins and gold bars are the absolute hard currency. The second most valuable currency is the gold pound circulated in Rune, which has colonies all over the country and is backed by the Church of Storms. The currencies of other countries have depreciated to some extent.
Elaine did not believe it easily. Instead, she placed the suitcase on the munitions box beside her, opened it completely, carefully counted the gold pounds, and weighed the gold bars with simple tools. The rebels brought by Jawad opened the moisture-proof wooden boxes one by one, and looked at the almost new rifles and boxes of greased bullets in amazement.
"Very good, just as you said."
After counting the payment, Elaine spoke in fluent Intis language, closing the suitcase filled with a large amount of gold coins, gold bars, and banknotes. She looked at her "red-haired girl". At the simple dock over there, the last batch of cargo boxes were being unloaded by sailors and were taken over by a burly Feysac man, who was carrying them over here.
"What are you going to do after you get these weapons?"
Seeing that it would take a long time to hand over the goods, Elaine looked at the leader of the group, Jawad, and suddenly asked.
"I'll keep enough for myself, and sell the rest to others: the locals who oppose whaling, the pirates who want a piece of the whaling pie, and the Intis and Loen people hiding in the dark..."
Jawad, wearing a whale-skin coat, laughed again, making no secret of his plans as a middleman.
After he changed hands, this batch of brand-new weapons could be sold for at least twice the price in the remote Gargas Islands. No wonder the family members all liked to go to the sea. Whether it was trading in contraband or arms, it was a lucrative business... Elaine knew that if this batch of arms flowed into Nas, it would inevitably cause great trouble to the Feysac army that controlled the area, and even lead to more deaths. But at the same time, it would also enable the rebels and locals who had been suppressed for a long time to have the ability to fight against the Feysac Empire. From another perspective, it could also make colonial rule more restrained and reduce casualties in this area.
Whether it is justice or evil depends on which side you stand on, and I am just a character who fanns the flames and creates conflicts... Thinking of this, Elaine has a new understanding of the "arsonist" that she had already digested.
After exchanging a few words with Jawad in Intis, Elaine saw the last batch of cargo boxes being moved to the beach. She watched the rebels check the weapons box by box, then picked up the heavy suitcases and walked towards her ship under the protection of several armed sailors.
The end of a transaction is often the most dangerous time, so Elaine's vigilance was at its highest and she kept looking around, but on the beach illuminated by the setting sun, there was no one else approaching except the rebels who had received the goods.
Elaine didn't notice anything wrong until she was taken back to the deck by the ladder, which made her feel relieved. She waved to William to jump down from the tree, returned to the dock in full view of everyone, and boarded the "Redhead Girl".
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In the primeval forest in the distance, two pairs of dim eyes stared at the direction of the beach, watching the brightly colored three-masted sailboat slowly exit the diving area and turn away.
"...Should we attack now? They only have one Sequence 6, one Sequence 7, and several Sequence 9s..."
"No, my spirit tells me that there's great danger aboard that ship... We should retreat. It's enough to get the weapons. There's no need to take the money back as well. Besides, I heard that the ship belongs to the 'Golden Queen'..."
"I'll go inform Jawad."
The whispers of conversation died down and the forest returned to silence.
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Elaine in the captain's room suddenly raised her head. She had just felt a premonition of danger, but the feeling disappeared almost instantly. She looked out the window half confused and half worried, and found that the beach where the transaction had just been made had sunk below the waterline and was almost invisible in the dim environment.
"…a messenger belonging exclusively to Angelica Thatch."
After setting up the simple altar, Elaine summoned the somewhat lazy-looking black cat and pushed the suitcase containing most of the proceeds from this transaction over to it.
"Please give it to your contractor and tell her that the transaction went smoothly."
She was a little curious about how the black cat could carry away a suitcase that was bigger than itself.
Wensa's sapphire eyes glanced at the female hunter who was showing an awkward smile, then he jumped up, landed on the suitcase, then raised his front paws and pressed down.
The suitcase on the table seemed to be stuck in the mud. It slowly sank in front of Elaine and entered the inside of the table.
Um?
Elaine blinked and looked at the table again. The box and the black cat had disappeared without a trace.
It turns out Miss Angelica's cat can perform magic tricks...
The expression on her face became even more embarrassed.
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8 Burningham Road, Hillston District, Backlund.
After taking off her gorgeous dress with the help of the maid, Angel was about to go into the bathroom to take a good bath when she suddenly sensed something. She sent the maid away and entered the bedroom wearing only her underwear.
In her vision, a black cat fell out of the spirit world, rolled in the air, and landed gently on the carpet.
Then a heavy suitcase fell heavily to the ground, and the lock broke open under the weight. Gold coins, gold bars, and bundles of banknotes fell to the ground, almost blinding Angel.
Angel, who had just shown a bad look on his face and was about to mock Wensa, immediately forced out a bright smile. The black cat with soft fur and clear eyes felt as cute as a lucky cat.
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