Chapter 654 Baron Nicholas
That guy definitely doesn't want to reveal anything about the witch sect and their witch family... Is he worried that I will sell all those witches to official Beyonders, causing the entire family to suffer a blow and never recover?
Angel stood up silently, walked to the sofa, picked up the letter sent by Wensa, opened it, and found that it was sent by Elaine.
It could only be her. As for the other people who knew the Wensa summoning spell, Klein had already sent the "punishment decision" against the "magician" Fors through the headless messenger this morning. It hadn't been long since his last meeting with Triss. Only Elaine should have prepared the "channel" he asked her to prepare last time...
She looked at the contents of the letter, and it was indeed the location and contact password of a smuggler that Elaine had described in detail. This smuggler was trained by the Soran family, but was deliberately separated from the family to avoid being affected by any accidents. Before being captured by Tracy, Elaine used the relationship with the Soran family to conduct maritime trade, and most of the goods were shipped to the sea through this smuggler.
This way, they could smoothly link this batch of goods to Intis and Elaine, and also meet the requirements of the Loen military... Angel thought for a moment, and decided that this smuggler was worth contacting, and then continued to read the second half of the letter.
"...Also, I've heard that this year's 'Pirate Conference' will likely take place in early June. The exact date is still unclear, so if you plan to attend, you might want to prepare in advance."
This was the second time Elaine had mentioned this annual "Pirate Convention," whose location would be kept secret until the very end to prevent the navies of various countries from getting caught. It seemed she really wanted to take the opportunity to attend... After all, the "Redhead" was just a smuggling merchant ship, so it was definitely not one of the invited pirates. The newly emerged "Golden Queen," with its mysterious ghost ship, was likely to be invited...
Angel chuckled and decided to wait until he received news of the specific time and place before deciding whether to attend. Even if Elaine was not on the list, Alger Wilson, the "Hanged Man" of the Tarot Club and the captain of the "Blue Avenger", should also receive an invitation.
As a member of the Storm Church who infiltrated the pirate group, he would definitely attend this party.
Since the black cat Wensa slipped away so quickly, Angel no longer had the interest to reply immediately. She completely burned the black flame of Elaine's credit, picked up the black mirror fragment that she had prepared with anti-divination measures, put it close to her body, then put on her cloak and went out.
If Angel were to visit Trier, he would definitely stay at the hotel until noon, then choose a unique restaurant in Intis for lunch. He would then spend the afternoon strolling along the Serenzo River, where the weather was warming and the breeze was gradually becoming mellow. He might also visit Pierre and Lola, students from the Higher Normal School he met on his last trip to Trier. Maybe he could buy a few pages of Lola's diary, a history enthusiast from Roselle...
But she now has a heavy workload and limited time, so she can only finish part of it first and then make time to visit this capital of culture and art.
It took Angel more than half an hour to travel through the entire city center by hired carriage. He finally got from the Honest Man's Market area on the south bank of the Serenzo River in the southwest of Trier to the Boulevard area on the north bank of the Serenzo River in the northeast.
It is the heart of the entire Intis. Its official name is District 8, but like the other 19 districts, in addition to the numerical names, it has its own commonly accepted names. Trier people are proud to use these names in conversation and look down on "outsiders" who solemnly say names like District 8 and District 13.
Except for Trier, all of Intis, and even the entire Northern Continent, were considered outsiders in their eyes... Angel complained inwardly, paid the fare with a copper coin printed with the scenery of the Hornachis Mountains, got off the carriage, and was immediately shocked by the street scene of District 13, which was completely different from her temporary residence.
She was at the center of the district named after her, the Boulevard, which spanned the entire Boulevard District, over three kilometers long. One end connected to the adjacent 9th District, the Opera District, and the other end led directly to the Triumphal Square created by Emperor Roselle.
This street was three times wider than the King's Road Angel had seen in Backlund. A row of Intis sycamore trees divided the middle, creating a rare two-way independent lane. Unlike other cities, carriages heading in different directions were mixed together, often reducing traffic efficiency due to dodging each other.
On both sides are endless red brick and stone buildings, some of which are magnificent like palaces, while others are quite old, as if they have a history of hundreds of years. The alleys are like the capillaries of this aorta, extending from the sides to different locations. Pedestrians and vehicles come in and out, and the Intis language, which is either pure or mixed with an accent, mixes together, forming a vibrant symphony together with the sound of wheels rolling over the paving stones.
No wonder Mr. Azik praised it highly after his first visit. The three days I spent in the hotel last time was a complete waste... Angel stood on the roadside in amazement, looking from the Grand Palace with its golden spires pointing to the sky in the distance to the Fraternity Palace where the president worked not far away, and finally returned to the alley beside him.
"There's no doubt that the so-called Triumphal Square and this two-way avenue running through the core area were definitely the 'advanced designs' of Emperor Roselle, the time traveler. It's a shame that even 150 years after his death, people were still using horse-drawn carriages...
"And the smugglers I'm looking for are actually on the same street as the Imperial Palace and the Presidential Palace. That's simply impossible in Backlund. They'd rather hide in shabby apartments in the East Side than show up in Queens or the West Side. Well, except for those crazy people in the Aurora Society..."
Muttering a few words, Angel went into the alley and quickly woke up from the illusion of being surrounded by the administrative center. He dodged the carriages that appeared from time to time and occupied most of the alley, and came to the door of "Nikola Import and Export Company".
There's even a sign hanging there. Even smugglers are so bold. From now on, I won't be surprised even if I see the "Aurora Society" hanging a publishing house sign and opening a business opposite the police station... Angel confirmed the location again before stepping into the company's lobby.
After communicating with a young lady at the front desk using the secret code Elaine told her, she was led into an office on the third floor.
Although this place is clearly located on the ground, strangely, there are only two windows the size of human heads. A ray of sunlight shines into the office through this narrow window, and under its influence, the thin dust forms two bright lines in the air, which are completely parallel, making people feel comfortable.
In the middle of the bright line, behind a large copper-clad wooden table, sat the person Angel was looking for today.
"Baron Nicholas?"
She asked in a low voice, using Intis language, but with some of the unique tongue-twitching sounds of Feysac language.
Of course, the man in front of him couldn't be a real "Baron". After Roselle launched the revolution and pushed the Soran family off the throne, those nobles had either died or fled, and the rest had given up their titles in order to retain the assets on hand.
It is very likely that he just called himself "Baron", or there really was such a baron in his ancestor, but unfortunately neither the head nor the title was passed down to this generation.
The man she called the Baron chuckled, moved in the deliberately created darkness, and drove the receptionist out of the room. After the door was closed, he spoke:
"I am. Where did you get the information here? Soren, Tang En, or Philip?"
I don't even know who the last two are, and you have quite a lot of clients. I thought this was just cultivated by the Soran family... Angel complained in his heart and continued to answer in Intis language disguised as a Feysac accent:
"Soren, Elaine Soren."
“It’s her…”
Nicola's expression in the shadows was less tense, and he even smiled. Angel could see all of this clearly in her dark vision, but she pretended not to see it, nodded, and continued:
"I want to smuggle a batch of sensitive materials to Toscat Island in the Sonia Sea, but I can't trace the source. Elaine recommended you to me."
"Then you should also know that the price will be very high, especially when it comes to... 'sensitive materials' between Feysac and Loen. The process will be very troublesome."
Angel's expression under his cloak showed a hint of astonishment, and he paused for a moment before speaking:
"If it's not a hassle, why would we pay you to do it? Name your price."
She then reverted to her normal Intis accent, pretending to drop her disguise after being exposed.
Nicholas, who was obviously prepared to continue bargaining, seemed confused by Angel's direct inquiry and frowned in the dark.
"If you send the goods to the port of Tilis, a shipment of goods will cost 20,000 filkins. If you leave from the port of Indo, it will cost 35,000 filkins."
After a brief silence, Nicholas quoted his price. The former was the port in the east of Intis, and the latter was the largest port of the Feysac Empire on the coast of the Interstellar Sea. 20,000 Felkin was roughly equivalent to 830 pounds, which was three times the price of shipping a ship of goods to Toscat Island.
It seems he really thinks I'm from Feysac... Angel chuckled secretly and began to bargain with Nicholas with a mentality of wanting to conclude the deal quickly but unwilling to pay such a large premium. In the end, they settled on 16,000 Felkin per shipload of goods. The smuggling ship would depart from Dilis and deliver the goods at the port of Toscat. They would depart at the end of June at the latest upon Angel's notification.
Including the cost of transporting the goods from Loen to the port of Tilis in Intis, the total cost was about 1,000 pounds, not much different from Angel's initial estimate.
After agreeing on contact details with the smuggler who called himself the Baron, Angel left a down payment of 2,000 Fel Gold and then left the dark and cramped office under the guidance of the receptionist again, returning to the door with the "Import and Export Company" sign.
"So, the first thing, and my official mission in Trier, is complete... How the subsequent batch of arms will be shipped from Loen to the port of Tilis, perhaps I need to discuss it with Sander from the Veterans Club..."
Angel thought about it and did not return to the noisy boulevard. Instead, he walked to the other end of the alley. As expected, he found someone following him.
Maybe he just wanted to confirm my residence and report to the Soran family, or maybe he wanted to rob me... She did a simple divination, but failed due to lack of information.
The stalker had nowhere to hide from her observation using various mirrors on the street, but since an agreement had been reached, Angel did not create unnecessary trouble and try to deal with the other party. She just easily made a circle by becoming invisible and returned to the boulevard.
"Just take your time searching in the alley..." She chuckled and hailed a hired carriage, figuring that she could still have lunch on time if she returned to District 13.
But just as the carriage started and slowly accelerated on the two-way carriageway planned by Emperor Roselle, Angel suddenly felt an extremely slight vibration in his arms.
It’s the mirror fragment that can sense the “person in the mirror”!
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