Chapter 294 The Way of Acting
Walking silently down the street, Angel could feel the Night Watchman's gaze lingering briefly on her, but she entered and exited Lily's house through the back door and did not show up on the street. The other party just subconsciously followed her back, quickly withdrew his gaze, and continued to scan the street.
Only after turning the corner and leaving the other person's sight did Angel breathe a sigh of relief, get on a hired carriage and leave.
Her destination was a nearby private detective agency.
That's right, the "traditional" method was what Angel had used in Tingen City, hiring a private detective to help keep an eye on Lily Granger's house, waiting for the guy who sent the threatening letter to come to the door.
Although the Nighthawker he just met was probably doing the same thing, Angel decided to solve the problem in his own way instead of waiting for the result from the Nighthawker.
Not far from the technical college, she found a private detective agency, borrowed a pen and paper, and quickly drew a portrait of the middle-aged man in the divination, marked his hair and eye color, and handed it to the detective who received her.
The price for full-day surveillance is 10 pounds per week, which is a relatively high price, but they should arrange 2-3 people to take turns to ensure that there is someone watching closely 24 hours a day, so in the words of the detective, "the high price has its reasons."
If they find the target person, they also need to track him to his hiding place and preferably find out his identity. This is an additional service and will be charged separately afterwards.
At this moment, Angel almost wanted to ask the detective Sherlock Moriarty, whom she was familiar with, to do this.
But considering that Sherlock was an extraordinary person, the price would only be higher, and it would be a waste of his talent to ask him to do the surveillance work, so in the end he reluctantly handed over 10 pounds, paid the weekly fee in advance, and hired the detective and his men to monitor Lily Granger's house.
"I hope the ten pounds was worth it and that we can find the guy who wrote the threatening letter. Humph, this should have been the job of the Nighthawks. It's a pity that I can't ask them to reimburse me..."
Thinking with some resentment, Angel left the North District. This time, she tried to take a steam subway and successfully used the "good luck" revolver to blow up a cylinder in the subway car, delaying the travel of hundreds of people.
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On Saturday, Angel came to Sherman's home in the East District. This time, she climbed up to the second floor from the back of the apartment and entered the other party's house through the window. Before she walked out of the bedroom, she saw Sherman coming with a vigilant look on his face.
"Very good, you made some progress this time."
Looking at the novice assassin who was assuming a non-standard fighting posture, Angel nodded with satisfaction. Even though the "Assassin" potion had a strengthening effect on the body and several useful extraordinary abilities, fighting skills still had to be learned by himself. He was already better than last week by being able to detect someone breaking into his house.
Upon questioning, Angel learned about Sherman's actions over the past week. He practiced meditation and clairvoyance every day, and also tried to train "assassin" skills at home, such as charging a blow, levitation and other extraordinary abilities.
"Dark vision is also very useful. Now I don't need to light the gas lamp at night, which saves a lot of money."
Sitting in the simple living room, Sherman said shyly.
These words made Angel feel a little ashamed. She finally understood how Sylvia felt about her.
Perhaps the two poorest members of the Witch Cult are gathered in this palm-sized room...
After a brief awkward moment, she changed the subject and asked Sherman if he had found the whereabouts of the human trafficker Barron.
"I found some old friends in a nearby pub and asked them to use their connections to look for Barron, but there haven't been any results. Perhaps he's not in the East End, but somewhere like the docks or the South End, where there are also a lot of poor people, making him a good hiding place."
Sherman replied, adding his own analysis while reporting, which made Angel somewhat impressed with the quality of this newcomer.
"Also, I've noticed that many places in the East District are spreading the belief in the 'Creator.' They believe that instead of believing in one of the Seven Gods, it's better to bypass the church and pray to the 'Creator,' the source. He is within everyone and has never left... As long as you pray to Him, you can live more easily, eat meat every day, and be redeemed after death and enter His kingdom of heaven.
"These words are very tempting, especially when farmers from the surrounding areas flock to Backlund to grab the already scarce jobs. Many unemployed workers believe them."
Listening to Sherman's retelling of the missionary words, Angel felt a sense of familiarity and quickly found the source from his memory. He discovered that it was very similar to the belief in the "True Creator" proclaimed by the "Aurora Society", but it had undergone some changes. It no longer blindly promoted the Creator itself, but focused on more direct "benefits", making the doctrine more understandable and convenient for dissemination among the grassroots.
It seems that what "Justice" Audrey said at the Tarot Club, that the belief in a cult is gradually spreading among the lower-class people in the East District, is true. I just don't know what the purpose of the "Aurora Society" is. Is it simply to expand the number of believers, or is it for some larger conspiracy?
Of course, Angel was powerless to do anything about this. He could only hope that the Orthodox Church could discover the problem sooner and intervene, or that the royal family could solve the survival problems of the lower-class people and eliminate the soil for the breeding and spread of cults.
"You should focus on Barron's case, or other cases involving large numbers of missing persons. Well, if you know any unemployed friends, you can find some smart ones and hire them to help you expand your search area."
Angel advised Sherman not to pay too much attention to the issue of evil god belief.
The latter nodded and did not mention the matter again. Instead, he asked about the techniques of using the "Assassin" extraordinary ability. Angel did not hold back and taught him some of his own experience, and experienced the joy of being a teacher.
Unexpectedly, although Sherman was a bit indecisive, he learned knowledge very quickly, applied what he learned to other situations, and quickly absorbed Professor Angel's skills.
If he hadn't been born in the East End, he might have been able to get into a good school and have a decent job...
Angel looked at the other person's somewhat neutral face and suddenly asked:
"You asked to take the 'Assassin' potion on your own initiative. Can you tell me why?"
Sherman, who was deep in thought, was stunned and hesitated for a moment before he asked:
"I heard that Sequence 7 of the Assassin's Path, the third potion to take, is called 'Witch'?"
"Yes, since you asked this question, you must know what kind of changes will occur in the body during that stage, right?"
No wonder Sylvia said I was surprised to hear the reason. So that's how it is. It really surprised me...
Looking at Sherman's eyes that instantly revealed anticipation, Angel sighed secretly. She already knew why the other party had taken the initiative to choose "Assassin".
"You already have ambitious goals, but are you prepared for the difficulties along the way?"
Angel pulled out the dagger from his waist, stabbed it into the table, and then let go. The slightly trembling dagger made Sherman's expectant expression mixed with a hint of fear.
"...Yes, they told me, but, but I..."
"You could try choosing those who have committed many evil deeds, like the first person you killed, the foreman who bullied you. Of course, his crime doesn't deserve the death penalty, but there's no shortage of damned scum in the East District. I assume you know quite a few of them, and you've even thought about how to deal with them, right?"
"I……"
Sherman's face was filled with fear, and he seemed unable to accept his identity and the path he would take in the future.
Limited by the oath he made before the Sword of the Goddess, Angel could not tell the other party the "acting method" and could only guide him to follow the literal meaning of "assassin" and perform actions that are consistent with his identity. At most, he could reduce the casualties of innocent people and try to point the blade at the small part that deserved to die.
If Sherman can't even do such a screening, then Angel is not going to promote him to a higher sequence. Compared with "assassins", "instigators" and "witches" with no bottom line will only pose a greater threat to normal social order.
After leaving behind the dagger she gave to the other party as a weapon and 10 pounds as money for Sherman to recruit spies, Angel left. When she returned to the street, she looked back at the second floor. Sherman's somewhat confused and helpless figure was standing at the window, looking at this side.
Sighing again, Angel tightened his hood and walked quickly towards his safe house.
Wasn't she also confused about further "acting"?
With this melancholy, Angel pushed open the door of the second floor of the simple apartment building and came to the one-bedroom apartment he rented. In the dark, he saw an unmarked envelope next to the crack of the door.
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