Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 180 Secret Meeting
On Friday afternoon, Angel had dinner early, put on light clothes and pants, and put the magic pocket watch, three sleeping charms, and several sets of spare pistol bullets in different pockets on his body. The pistol and dagger, wand and magic mirror were also in his pockets. Where you should be.

"It looks like we are about to go to war..."

After looking at himself in full-length mirror, Angel put on his cloak, took out the document bag containing the manuscript of the Difference Engine from the study, and left home.

Instead of taking a hired carriage, she walked to Dominic and Sonia's house in the East District, firstly to digest the dinner she had just eaten, and secondly to record the route in detail and understand the surrounding environment.

The East End looks a little more "peaceful" during the day than at night. The homeless in the corner alleys are driven out of sight by the patrol policemen holding batons who occasionally appear, and the stinking garbage piled up in the stores facing the street is also cleaned. , the East District, where the poor are gathered, still looks a bit like the capital of the kingdom.

But at night, the ubiquitous wanderers will pour out from everywhere, looking for any place to rest, anything to eat, anything to exchange for money...

This is the East District of Backlund, with a population several times that of Tingen City, but more like an area composed of countless Iron Cross Lower Streets of Tingen City.

No, at least there is order in Lower Iron Cross Street, and there is still some hope... Angel thought of the young female worker who lived in Lower Street, Tromi.She should still be working as a maid at Moretti's house and learning cooking. I don't know how many dishes she has learned...

Walking through these streets filled with despair, Angel felt his heart gradually become numb, until he saw the weird-shaped apartment, climbed the stairs, and arrived at the door of Dominic's house on the third floor.

"咚咚-"

Not long after knocking on the door, Dominic's face, which she had always felt was a little unbeatable, but now looked extremely vivid, appeared in the crack of the door.

"So early? Wait a moment, I'll change clothes."

The door was closed again, and about 5 minutes later, Dominic, wearing a cloak, walked out of the room and locked the door with his backhand.

"Where is your Sonia? Isn't she going?"

Angel asked curiously. She remembered that this guy said two days ago that he didn't dare to leave the "soothsayer" with no fighting ability alone at home.

"Now I feel it's more dangerous to be around you than in the East End. She's resting somewhere else."

The "provocateur" returned to his true colors and said with sarcasm.

Another place?You guys lived together before...

Angel guessed that Dominic had found another safe house in the past two days and placed Sonia there to avoid the embarrassing situation where he didn't dare to fight or escape the night he seized the manuscript.

Maybe I also need to rent a house in a place like the East End, which can be used as a hiding place or an apparent residence when necessary, so as to prevent the 20 pounds of rented accommodation from being exposed...

As her thoughts surged, she watched Dominic take out two masks made of cardboard and rough cloth from under his cloak, and handed one of them over.

"Take it, you'll need it later. This is Sonia's, don't break it."

Angel took the mask and saw that several holes were cut out of the cardboard in the same position as the facial features. A cute cat face was drawn on the front, and two big ears were even cut out on the top. There were strips of cloth tied on both sides of the cardboard. The mask can be tied behind the head to secure it.

Sonia was supposed to have drawn this for herself.

Dominic is holding a clown mask painted with red and green oil paint. The face is distorted and the color is weird. It is self-evident who made it.

Are you planning to hide your identity at the rally?That's right, it would be very troublesome to be targeted for a transaction involving thousands of pounds...

Angel guessed, followed him downstairs, left the apartment, and took the steam subway to the northwest of Queens.Following the crowd of people leaving get off work in the evening, when they left the subway station and returned to the ground, the dilapidated streets had turned into magnificent Loen trend-style buildings, with many large Gothic-style buildings mixed in among them.

"I originally thought that this kind of gathering should be in a dark corner of the East End or the Dockside District, or at least in the South District of the Bridge, a place with a large population and easy to hide. I didn't expect it to be in Queens."

Walking on the spacious street, Angel felt that the cloak she was wearing was a little conspicuous in the strange looks from passers-by. She said to Dominic with some dissatisfaction.

The latter didn't care about other people's eyes, straightened his back and answered:

"I didn't expect you to be so ignorant. This is a high-end gathering. Otherwise, no one would be willing to spend 2000 pounds to buy this kind of complex mechanical design manuscript from me that may not be built for decades."

The 2000 pounds is mine!

Angel retorted silently in his heart and closed the document bag under his cloak.

Bypassing the busy streets and entering a quiet residential area, the two came to a building that was indistinguishable from the houses next to it. It was equipped with an independent garden and fence, but there were no guards or servants.

Arriving at the side door of the house, Dominic signaled Angel to stop, took out the clown mask and put it on carefully before knocking on the door.

Three long, then two short...

While wearing a kitten mask, Angel wrote down the secret code for Dominic to knock on the door.

The door was opened from the inside, and the two of them squeezed into the crack of the door one after another, and came to a wide hall. There were already many people sitting scattered inside. Some of them were covering up like her, or wearing strange masks, or using... Cloaks cover their faces, but some people reveal their true faces without caring about others' gazes.

"There is no fixed place here, you can sit wherever you want. Let's go to the corner and wait."

Dominic whispered, leading Angel around some occupied chairs or sofas, and found two empty chairs in the corner of the room to sit down.

Only then did Angel have time to carefully observe the gathering place.

There are more than 30 chairs in the room, and the number of people is only about 20. Most of them have their faces covered, wearing cloaks or large windbreakers. Even their gender is difficult to distinguish.

The chairs were arranged faintly around a single sofa, on which sat a man in black robes, hiding most of his face in his hood. He slowly moved his eyes and stared at the visitors, like a condescending nobleman. Looking down at the civilians he looked down upon.

"That person is the organizer of the gathering, a powerful Beyonder," Dominic leaned forward after sitting down and whispered close to Angel, "I estimate that he has at least Sequence 6, maybe Sequence 5. I heard from other participants. The reporter said that there have been several times when certain Beyonders who participated in gatherings have maliciously targeted him, and there were even Sequence 7 Beyonders who tried to unite against him, but the result was the same, no one has ever seen them again."

"Sounds very strong, so what is his path?"

Angel also imitated him, lowered his body and asked in a low voice.

"Ha, if I had known, I would have been lying in a stinky ditch rotting like those brainless challengers." Dominic relapsed, sneered, and replied, "When the deal with him is over, You can try his extraordinary abilities, and don’t mention that you are with me when you are tortured and killed by him.”

Ignoring the prickly part of the words, Angel asked in surprise:
"Is he planning to buy the manuscript for 2000 pounds?"

"Yes, it was 1000 pounds at first, but no one knew where the manuscript was, and the price gradually increased to the current 2000 pounds. If I hadn't been in a hurry for money, I would have delayed it a little longer. Maybe I could wait until Mr. A released it. Higher reward.”

A...A what the hell?
Angel felt cold sweat break out on his back, and the man in black robe in the center of the room glanced at him from time to time as if he had some hidden meaning.

(End of this chapter)