Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 181 Mr. A’s two plans

If Angel couldn't think of the "Aurora Society" when she heard the name "Mr. A", then her two months as a night watcher in Tingen City would have been in vain.

This sounds like the same naming style as Mr. C and Ms. D, which undoubtedly demonstrates the identity of the other party's Aurora Society.

I just don’t know if Mr. A has any contact with the two divine envoys who fought with Angel, or if he knows about the existence of such a Nighthawk who has repeatedly ruined the good things of the Aurora Society.

She was extremely glad that she was wearing a kitten mask now, otherwise she would be seen by Mr. A and caught by Aurora, and she would probably lie rotting in a smelly ditch in Backlund like Dominic said.

Unaware of Angel's inner drama next to him, Dominic's eyes hidden under the clown mask looked around the assembly venue, resting on each member who was not wearing a mask, as if looking for a certain target.

After the last two members, one tall and one short, two women who did not hide their faces entered the venue, and after waiting for a few more minutes, no new members entered the venue. Mr. A on the sofa whispered:

"The rally begins, state your demands, or request a separate deal."

Just as Angel was curious about how to "make a request," Dominic had already taken a stack of notes from the coffee table next to him, took one for himself, and handed the rest to her.

"If you want to sell or buy something, or if you see your needs on the blackboard, you can write it on a note and a waiter will take it away."

He pointed to the two blackboards standing by the wall, on which many transaction details had been written.

"A rose with a human face, one, 280 pounds."

"For sale, Sequence 8 'Sheriff' recipe, 450 pounds."

"I want to buy the silk glands of an adult giant widow spider. Price is negotiable."

"Star crystal, 30 grams, 80 pounds."

"Mummy powder, large quantity, 10 pounds per 5 grams."

"We need the formulas for the 'spectator' and 'mind reader' potions, and the price will be discussed face to face."

……

Comparing the prices here with the underground markets in Tingen City and Enmatt Port in his own memory, Angel found that prices in big cities are indeed much cheaper than in small places. Perhaps it is because of the large trading volume of Backlund's extraordinary materials and the price. Transparent, but small cities often have prices but no market, and people speculate on high prices.

It's a pity that there are no magic items. Maybe these things will be bought as soon as they appear. Maybe their owners are waiting for someone to take the initiative to buy them and sell them at a premium.

Two waiters walked among the members of the assembly, collecting or passing some notes, and then posted the contents written on the notes on two blackboards. Each time a new note was posted, the contents would be shouted out three times in total. It was noticed by all the members of the audience and facilitated the transaction.

Not long after Angel noticed that several members were passing notes, he was asked to leave the room by the waiter. Within a few minutes, he returned to the venue and continued to sit on the chair and look at the blackboard.

After looking at Dominic who was engrossed in writing something, Angel also took the pen, wrote "Buy 30 Nemesis Crystal" on the note, and handed it to the waiter who walked forward slowly.

The young waiter, who also had his face hidden under his hood, lowered his head and said softly:
"Someone is consigning the star crystal here. If you need it, I can get it over now."

It turns out to be so convenient...

Angel nodded, carefully counted out the 80-pound note, and handed it to the waiter.

Within 2 minutes, the waiter came back and handed her a small bag with a pierced mouth.

Opening the bag, there was a piece of jelly-like crystal lying inside, which showed a little bit of starlight in the dim light of the room.

"If the weight is different from what is said, who should I call? Mr. A?"

Although he confirmed that the star crystal was not missing anything by the feel of his hand, Angel still asked uneasily.

"Don't worry, Mr. A will not allow this kind of situation to happen in his party, especially consignment." Before the waiter could answer, Dominic came over, handed a note to the waiter, and interrupted. He said, "Give this to Mr. A and say we are ready to trade."

"How are you going to trade the manuscript? Are you going to hand it over to the waiter like this?"

After the waiter left, Angel asked curiously.

"How is it possible? This is not a business worth tens of pounds. We have to go to a separate room next to it."

Dominic looked at Angel like an ignorant girl from the country.

No wonder someone is taken away from the venue by the waiter from time to time. It turns out that they are going to the side to conduct transactions...

Ignore the constant provocations from this "provocateur", Angel thought to himself.

When no one passed the note anymore, Mr. A announced:
"The rest period begins, everyone can communicate freely."

Then the man in black robe stood up from the sofa, left the venue, and entered a small door nearby.

The members of the assembly began to talk to people nearby, either whispering or making a lot of noise. The entire venue suddenly changed from the secret gathering just now to that of a vegetable market. Angel could see that many of the members here should know each other personally, such as the two people who entered the room at the end. Two ladies, they had gathered together in the corner of the room.

The waiter who had passed the note came to Dominic again and whispered:
"Mr. A, please come over."

you?Angel became aware of the word.

Maybe Sonia had come with him before wearing a kitten mask, or maybe the exchange between the two just now was seen by Mr. A...

Guessing, Angel and Dominic followed the waiter to the door of the study room next door.

"Watch my face when you get in."

Dominic, who was wearing a clown mask, whispered to Angel and then opened the door.

Mr. A, who left just now, is still wearing a black robe and a hood, sitting at a cheap-looking desk. Behind him, the glass of the spacious window is covered with a layer of floating dust, letting in the last ray of sunlight at dusk. It appears darker.

Angel noticed that there were not many books on the bookshelves in this study room. It was unknown whether the owner lacked reading habits or there were other reasons.

"Your note just now said that the manuscript has been received?"

Mr. A's low inquiry interrupted her observation and thinking.

"Yes, are you ready with the money?"

Dominic took a step forward and asked.

"I need to verify the authenticity of the manuscript before I can continue the transaction. Recently, many forged manuscripts have appeared in Backlund. I hope you won't deceive me."

After hesitating for a moment, Dominic turned sideways to look at Angel and nodded.

The latter took out the document bag from under his cloak, opened the sealing rope, pulled out half of the manuscripts, walked to the desk, and spread them out on the table.

Mr. A immediately stood up and came over. He did not reach out to touch the manuscript. Instead, he scanned the manuscript papers with his eyes, staying for a long time on some complicated formulas and skimming over the sketches.

He knows these formulas, or at least some of the principles... Could it be that this divine envoy of the Aurora Society was still a top student before he turned into a cultist?
Angel tightly protected the other half of the manuscript and carefully observed the movements of the Aurora Society's divine envoy.

After quickly reading the manuscript, Mr. A nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, let's continue."

He watched Angel take back the manuscript papers, fold them neatly and put them back into the document bag, and then continued:
"Due to changes in circumstances, I offer two options for the transaction of this manuscript." He stretched his limbs and sat back on the chair under Dominic's doubtful gaze. "The first option is that I acquire the manuscript now, and the 2000 pounds Replace it with a magical item, and you can rest assured that its value is definitely higher than this amount.”

Didn't we agree to buy this manuscript directly for 2000 pounds... Angel turned her attention to Dominic. She could guess that the face of this "provocateur" changed again and again under the clown mask.

"The second option," Mr. A said without paying attention to the reactions of the two traders, "wait another week or so and purchase according to the original plan. As a price for waiting, I can add another 200 pounds, but in During this period, you cannot sell the manuscript to anyone else."

Just say that you have no money now...

Angel finally understood what Mr. A meant. He was currently short of cash and couldn't get cash, so he had to either use magical items to deduct it, or wait until he had enough cash before trading.

Of course, facing an Aurora Society envoy who was likely to have a Sequence 5, she did not dare to say such words, so she could only answer with a smile behind the kitten mask:

"Can we discuss it?"

……

"I didn't expect that Mr. A could organize a secret gathering of extraordinary people, but he couldn't even come up with 2000 pounds in cash..."

Outside the study door, Dominic's eyes under the mask were a little impatient. He lowered his voice and spoke to Angel, for fear of being heard by Mr. A, who was separated by a wall.

"What now? Wait a week?"

Angel asked.

She actually prefers the first option, provided that the magical items provided by Mr. A are indeed worth the price.

After being approached by the police and the Nighthawks, Angel vaguely felt that the manuscript of the Difference Engine was a bit hot. There was a struggle between multiple forces behind it. The official extraordinary people were tracking down the spy behind the manuscript, and the gang kidnapped the insider to investigate. News, even the Aurora Society is eager to acquire it.

In this case, the risk of waiting another week for an extra £200 is self-evident.

Dominic obviously also had these concerns. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then clenched his fists as if he had made up his mind and said:

"Then let's follow Mr. A's first plan. The magical item belongs to you, and you give me the 600 pounds."

Um?Wait, for 600 pounds, I think...

Angel suddenly remembered that he had just spent 80 pounds to buy the star crystal, and he only had 530 pounds including the remaining change in his pocket.

But Dominic had already opened the study door and walked in.

"Mr. A, we decided to choose the first option."

(End of this chapter)