Chapter 184 Transactions and Trackers
"Selling 20 special bullets with extra damage, 150 pounds."
"Witch's potion recipe for sale, price negotiable."
Seeing the contents of the note he handed over appear on the blackboard of the assembly, Angel felt a little nervous and looked at Mr. A on the single sofa, but the other party didn't seem to pay attention to this side. Instead, he hid his face under the hood, wondering what he was thinking.
Letting go of her worries, she subconsciously touched the homemade puppy mask on her face to confirm that her true appearance was hidden underneath the mask.
Even if the mask is gone, I still have the "Ring of Madness", double insurance...
Angel thought about it and looked at the other contents on the blackboard.
"Has the formula for 'Sheriff' been sold? Or perhaps the seller realized there were no buyers and stopped attending the gathering. The information seeking the silk glands of adult giant widow spiders is still there. This thing must be very rare, but I don't know what it's used for..."
While she was browsing the messages and waiting, no one was interested in the "Gathering Storm" for sale, which made Angel, who was short of money, a little disappointed.
Two days had passed since the bounty from the sale of the Difference Engine manuscript was shared with the Dominican Federation. This "provocateur" must have saved enough money and said he was going to take Sonya away from the Northern Continent and head to Bayam in the Rorsted Archipelago. He then disappeared.
"Luckily, that guy had some conscience. Before he left, he told me everything he knew about Backlund's secret gatherings. If no one from Mr. A wants to buy bullets, I can try my luck elsewhere..."
After waiting for a few more minutes, people were coming and going in the hall. Many people had been called by the waiters to the study next door to complete the transaction, but still no one was curious about these special bullets.
As for the information about the "witch" recipe for fishing, she didn't expect it to produce any effect on the same day. It might take a week or two before it would be noticed by the people of the "Witch Sect" and they would come to contact her.
Sighing secretly, Angel was about to get up and leave when he saw a new message posted by the waiter.
"Looking for cooperation with extraordinary individuals who can perform divination or find people."
This immediately piqued her interest.
This message seemed to be looking for cooperation with a Beyonder, but it required the ability of divination. It was obvious that divination was needed to find someone, which was exactly the ability possessed by the "Witch". Although the methods were not as diverse as those of the "Fortune Teller", the effect of the magic mirror divination method was no less than that of the pendulum or dream method.
After waving to the waiter and writing a note requesting a meeting for a detailed discussion, Angel was soon brought to the door of the study next door.
After confirming that she was wearing the Madness Ring and the Puppy Mask, and putting on the hood of her cloak to cover her hair, she pushed open the door and walked in.
There stood a stranger, his back exuding an indescribable majesty, but his short stature under the cloak diluted this impression. The hem of the cloak that was almost dragging on the ground even made people feel a little funny.
Could this be the woman from last time who looked less than 1.6 meters tall?
Angel guessed secretly until the other person turned around and looked over here with a pair of green eyes from under the hood that was too large to cover the upper half of his face.
"Are you the Beyonder who possesses the ability of divination?"
It was indeed a female voice, and that tuft of golden hair under the hood...it was indeed the short woman I had seen before. Wasn't the tall woman who appeared with her here?
It seems she doesn't want to reveal her identity, but last time she wasn't disguised, I already remembered her appearance...
Angel thought about it, nodded, and replied:
"Yes, you need to find someone through divination?"
"Yes," the woman seemed much more relaxed after receiving a positive answer. She handed over a piece of paper and said, "Here's the information. I hope to find her as soon as possible, or at least get some clues. Depending on the importance of the clue, you will receive 20 to 100 pounds. If you directly locate her, it will be 200 pounds."
After taking the information and looking at it, Angel was stunned.
"She will be arriving in Backlund from Tingen City within two weeks. She is a female, approximately 20 to 30 years old, 1.7 to 1.8 meters tall, with long straight hair. She is likely a Mid-Sequence Beyonder of the Assassin Path."
"That's all?"
Turning the note over and looking at the back, Angel found no other information.
"Hundreds of people come to Backlund from Tingen every day. Divination based solely on age and gender is completely impossible. I need a detailed description of the person, preferably a portrait, or items she uses regularly, even underwear. If this is all I have, there's a high probability that the divination will fail."
Shaking the piece of paper, Angel explained to the naive trader that in fact this kind of divination was almost impossible to succeed, but she took the other party's feelings into consideration and did not directly deny it.
The only valid information should be the opponent's potion path. The mid-sequence of "Assassin" is likely to be "Witch" or even "Joy", and most of these extraordinary people belong to the "Witch Sect".
In other words, this kind of target is not easy to deal with.
After hearing Angel's explanation, the woman, who obviously knew nothing about divination, expressed her disappointment. She took the note that was handed back to her and put it away. Seeing that Angel had turned around and was about to leave, she called her again.
"This is a long-term mission. You can try to find it. If you have any clues, you are welcome to come and claim the reward at any time."
Collect the reward? The last person who offended the Witch Cult fled from Enmat Harbor to Backlund and is probably on a ship leaving the Northern Continent now...
Angel found it a little funny and wanted to remind him, but he felt that it was too formal, so he didn't say anything in the end.
Back in the hall, the message about selling bullets was still on the blackboard, but a mark had been drawn next to it.
This means someone has applied for a transaction... She was delighted and returned to her seat. Not long after, a waiter led her to another room.
The trader in the room was tall, wearing an ostentatious golden mask that revealed his facial features and cheeks. He had already counted the money in his hands, and when he saw Angel come in, he couldn't wait to start trading.
After listening to Angel's introduction to the effects of bullets, he took out a wooden box filled with neatly arranged bullets and looked at it carefully against the gas lamp on the wall.
"Good, that's what I thought. Is that all you have?"
"Yes, my 'craftsman' only made these. If you need them, there should be new ones in a week."
Angel pretended to reveal that there was a "craftsman" behind him who made bullets, which increased the sense of mystery and prevented the other party from paying too much attention to himself as the "agent".
And she was telling the truth. "Gathering Storms" was difficult to make and the materials needed were hard to buy. After losing the material supply from the Nighthawks, making 20 pieces per week was already the limit.
"Artisan? Is he from the Church of Storms?"
The other party's curiosity was indeed drawn to this non-existent craftsman, and he asked.
"No, why do you think so?"
"I thought they were the only ones who could make this style of bullet... Hmm, the Holy Symbol of Night is on the bottom of the shell? That's odd..."
Seeing that the masked man seemed to want to get to the bottom of it, Angel coughed lightly to interrupt his muttering and said:
"If the bullets are fine, I'll leave first. If you still need anything, you can submit a trade request in a week, or wait for my message."
If he could establish a stable supply relationship, his financial crisis would be resolved. A bullet that cost around 2 pounds could be sold for 7.5 pounds, which would be like an inexhaustible gold mine...
Thinking happily about his future life, Angel left the small room used for private transactions.
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Before the steam subway stopped running, Angel returned to the Backlund Bridge District. Since she had a huge amount of money on her, she did not choose to walk home. Instead, she found a hired carriage. But just as she got on the carriage, a sneaky figure behind her caught her attention.
"To the East End, Stoke Street."
After changing the destination, Angel waited until the carriage started moving before pulling open the curtain on the window and secretly looking back.
Sure enough, there was a hired carriage following behind, although it slowed down and didn't follow too closely, as if they happened to be going the same way. However, Angel asked the driver to change direction twice, and the other party was able to catch up in the end.
"Right here, I want to get off."
Arriving at an intersection in the East District, Angel handed two soli to the coachman, jumped off the carriage, and ran directly into another street. Behind him, he heard the roar of a reined-in horse, and the pursuer was caught off guard and was left behind.
Walking past the homeless people sitting or lying on the street corners, she entered a narrow alley, then took out a handful of fish scale powder from the cloth bag under her cloak and sprinkled it on herself. Her figure in the moonlight was like being covered by an invisible curtain and disappeared in an instant.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached quickly, and a man wearing a felt hat and a thin windbreaker quickly followed into the alley. He looked around but could not find the figure of the woman who had just entered the alley.
The man subconsciously continued running for a distance before stopping. He seemed to sense something was wrong and reached under his windbreaker.
"Don't move, take your hand out slowly."
The coldness on his neck made his whole body stiffen and he stopped moving.
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