Chapter 330 The Correct Response
"Why didn't you set the fire yesterday?"
As soon as she opened her mouth, Angel realized that her voice was even hoarser than when she woke up yesterday, but in order to strengthen her momentum, she tried to make her tone deeper and more angry.
"Didn't I tell you in advance?"
She added.
Of course, the raised "Good Luck" pistol was obviously more frightening. As soon as Sherlock walked out of the door, he raised his hands directly in front of the black muzzle of the gun. The cuffs of his shirt, which he had not had time to button, slipped to his elbows, revealing two blood marks on his forearm skin.
This reminded her of her madness last night, and a complicated expression appeared on her face.
When Angel first fought against the "Apostle of Desire", the opponent's mental shock triggered all kinds of negative emotions and desires in her mind, so before planning to intercept the opponent and fight again yesterday, she had made sufficient preparations.
Judging from the results after the battle, everything is under control.
But the appearance of the sealed object "1-42" destroyed everything.
Just like she has anti-divination ability, this sealed armor can also resist divination. Therefore, at the moment before being attacked, her magic mirror and spirituality did not give any warning. It was not until the silver-white sword blade emerged from her body and cut her limbs and torso into pieces that Angel realized that she was attacked. She barely escaped through the mirror substitute and used the movement of the substitute to leave the place.
Then there was the flesh and blood magic and negative effects of the "Rose Necklace", and the near-loss of control due to severe injuries...
When Sherlock pulled her back, she even mistook the detective with the same black hair and brown eyes for the person in her heart. She lost the last bit of her rationality and gave up suppressing her desires.
"I..." Sherlock pursed his lips, and the sound coming out of his cracked lips was just as hoarse, "...I'm sorry..."
His eyes flickered, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he only uttered this one word.
Of course, this cannot be blamed on him. It is the inevitable result of many factors, including his instinct to suppress "pleasure", the extraordinary ability of the Apostle of Desire, and the negative effects of his various magical items.
Although it was hard to accept that after becoming a woman, I did something stupid last night in this body, but at least the other person was someone I was familiar with.
Instead of shooting and turning the two into enemies, it is better to think about what to do next.
——This should make sense.
His expression kept changing, and he held the gun in a stalemate with Sherlock, who was standing at the door of the guest room with his hands raised, for several minutes. Angel finally put down the "Good Luck" pistol and cocked the hammer back to its position to avoid accidental firing.
Sherlock also breathed a sigh of relief and put down his raised hand. He did not come here immediately, but went to the kitchen, brewed a pot of coffee, and made a simple breakfast with overnight bread, eggs and bacon - although it was already noon.
Angel kept looking at his busy back, as if he was looking at someone in his memory.
…
When he brought the fried eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee to the coffee table by the bay window, Klein realized that the reason Angel wasn't sitting on the sofa was... she was only wearing a shirt that didn't fit her well.
The clothes she wore yesterday were covered in blood and were in tatters. No one knew where they had been thrown away in the dark.
Fortunately, his neighbor and landlord, Mrs. Starling Summer, was home all day. Klein borrowed an old dress from Summer's house. When he returned home, Angel's "breakfast" had been completely cleared out. Meeting his surprised gaze, her purple eyes shifted away, as if a little embarrassed.
He used the excuse of going to the bathroom to let Angel change her clothes, then he returned to the living room to enjoy his own meal, filling his already empty stomach and restoring some strength.
After pouring the still-hot coffee down his throat to ease the aches and pains in his body, Klein was able to truly appreciate Angel, who was sitting across from him, and look at his face, which had regained its true appearance.
Until she put on the ring again and became the ordinary-looking "Eileen Watson" again.
"I'm sorry... Miss Irene."
He said again.
For yesterday and for now.
…
"So, it was indeed that Sealed Artifact that seriously injured you yesterday..."
Since he decided not to pursue what happened last night, Angel quickly calmed down and discussed the results of yesterday's battle with the other party.
Sherlock sighed softly after confirming the lethality of "1-42" again.
"It seems that even if we don't participate in the battle, the Apostle of Desire will die under this seal. Of course, the premise is that the other party can catch up with him." He returned to his usual sitting posture, his right index finger tapping on the armrest of the sofa, indicating that he was thinking. "Fortunately, killing him early has also brought us a lot of gains, such as the results of the spiritual communication."
Angel raised an eyebrow, this was what interested her most.
"The Apostle of Desire's real target isn't us, or the people who killed the 'Demon Dog.' He acted in revenge only to attract the attention of the official Beyonders. He even used another 'Apostle of Desire' as bait to lure away the demigods of the Church of Storms, creating a loophole in the defense around his real target.
"His real target is Duke Negan."
"who?"
Angel asked subconsciously, and then recalled the name of this powerful man in his mind.
Duke Pallas Negan, the largest landed aristocrat outside the royal family, one of the few at the top of Backlund's power pyramid. Even though Angel had only been here for a little over two months, he had seen this name in the newspapers more than once.
This kind of person, who might be even more important than some powerless royal family members, actually died at the hands of a Sequence 5?
"For this, this Apostle of Desire abandoned everything in Backlund. He hid in the Duke's mistress's home, exploiting her extreme emotions to launch attacks, and immediately left Backlund after a successful attack. As a reward for the assassination, he could obtain a ticket to a high-sequence realm, the 'Blasphemy Card' containing the potion formula. And the one who ordered him to complete these tasks and provided the reward was..."
Sherlock paused at this point.
"Out of caution, I'd better not mention their names. Perhaps with Mr. Fool's help, I'll have the chance to tell you all about it later."
Angel stared at the other person with his eyes wide open in confusion, but the next moment he understood what the words meant.
Sherlock believed that even if he mentioned "their" names, the other party might find out and even interfere.
Just like 0-08...
"Then let's talk about something else," she immediately stopped the dangerous topic and pointed at the rose necklace on the coffee table. "The herding of the 'Apostle of Desire' was successful. This magical item now possesses the abilities of three 'demons'."
At the moment of successful herding, the owner of the necklace will know what the three abilities of "extraction" are.
One of them is "controlling desires", which can secretly or violently arouse the other party's negative emotions and desires. Covert attacks are not easy to be noticed by the other party, otherwise they will inevitably be discovered, but the effect is significant.
Secondly, "Filthy Words" allows you to recite words in the demon language to affect the people around you, but unfortunately, the word you drew was "Slow", which can slow down nearby people for a few seconds, which should have a good effect in close combat.
Finally, there's "malice sensing," which allows one to sense someone's ill intentions towards oneself and know their location. However, the person must be able and ready to act, and the distance cannot be too far. The "demon dog" once used this method to locate Sherlock.
Although it did not have the powerful extraordinary abilities like "Demonization" or "Seed of Fear" that they had seen before, as the first soul Angel had herded, she was already very satisfied with it.
In this way, in addition to the control of flesh and blood, the necklace has three more different abilities, and this is only one-third of the extraordinary characteristics of the "Shepherd". There are also two positions that can be used to herd other souls.
I'm afraid this is the biggest gain from yesterday's battle... That's right!
"When you found me yesterday, did you see the suitcase next to me? The one where the Apostle of Desire keeps his money?"
Angel suddenly remembered their real "harvest" yesterday, the box that the Apostles of Desire were reluctant to leave behind when they fled, and immediately asked.
"I was so focused on... I didn't notice the boxes around me."
Sherlock replied with a frown, various fragments of yesterday flashing through his mind, but the priceless suitcase was not among them.
The two stared at each other for a moment, then sighed at the same time.
"I'll try to look for it tonight. Hmm... I'll go there in my spirit body to prevent the official Beyonders from setting an ambush using that box."
Feeling reluctant to part with the tens of thousands of pounds, Sherlock finally decided to take the risk and secretly search for it in the middle of the night. What if the official Beyonder's search missed the box?
After finalizing the matter, the conversation came to an end. Angel looked out the window at the setting sun and stood up from the sofa, ready to leave. However, her legs felt a little weak, and she staggered and almost fell. Sherlock, who stood up opposite her, subconsciously raised his hand to support her, but stopped at her cold gaze.
Yes, we can't be too intimate, at least not now.
Sherlock—Klein thought with some regret as he watched Angel pack up the various magical items on the table and leave his house. He could vaguely hear the other party's voice outside the door calling for a hired carriage.
Only after the sound of wheels faded away did Klein breathe a sigh of relief. He sat back on the sofa and looked at the gold chain wrapped around his left wrist. The amethyst hanging at the end shone brightly in the sunlight outside the window.
Just as a smile appeared on his lips, he immediately frowned as if afraid of being seen, buttoned up his cufflinks, hid the amethyst pendant, and began to clear the tableware on the coffee table.
But a sentence he saw in Russell's diary still emerged involuntarily in his mind.
“…That’s really good…”
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