Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 184 Transactions and Trackers

"20 special bullets with extra lethality for sale, 150 pounds."

"'Witch's' potion formula for sale, price negotiable."

Seeing the content of the note he handed in appeared on the blackboard of the meeting, Angel was a little uneasy and looked at Mr. A on the single sofa, but the other person didn't seem to pay attention to this. Instead, he hid his face under his hood. Thinking about something.

Putting down her worries, she subconsciously touched the homemade puppy mask on her face to confirm that her true appearance was hidden under the mask.

Even if the mask is not there, I still have the "Ring of Madness", double insurance...

Angel thought and looked at the other contents on the blackboard.

"Has the formula of 'Sheriff' been bought? Or maybe the seller found that there are no buyers here and no longer attends the gathering; the information about buying the silk glands of the adult widow spider is still there. This thing should be very rare, but it is not Know what it’s used for…”

She browsed the information and waited, but no one was interested in the "Storm Gathering" for sale, which disappointed the cash-strapped Angel.

Two days have passed since he and Dominic shared the bounty for selling the manuscript of the Difference Engine. The "provocateur" must have saved enough money and said he was ready to take Sonia away from the Northern Continent to Bayam in the Rhoside Islands. Then it disappeared.

"Fortunately, that guy has some conscience. Before he left, he told me everything he knew about Backlund's secret gathering. If no one from Mr. A's side buys 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 waiter to the study next door to complete the transaction, but no one was still curious about these special bullets.

As for the "witch" recipe information for fishing, she didn't expect it to be effective on the same day. It might take a week or two before people from the "witch sect" would notice it and 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 people who can perform divination or searching for people."

This immediately interested her.

This message seems to be asking for cooperation with extraordinary people, but it requires divination ability. It is obvious that divination is needed to find people. This is exactly the ability that "witches" have, although it is not as good as "divination" in terms of means. There are many kinds, but the magic mirror divination method is no less effective than the pendulum or dream method.

Not long after he waved to the waiter and wrote down a note requesting to meet for a detailed discussion, Angel was taken to the door of the study next door.

After once again confirming that the Ring of Madness and the Puppy Mask were on her body, and putting on the hood of her cloak to cover her hair, she opened the door and walked in.

There was a stranger standing inside. His back exuded indescribable majesty, but the short stature under the cloak diluted this impression. The hem of the cloak that was almost dragging to the ground even made people feel a little funny.

Isn't this the woman from last time who didn't even look 1.6 meters tall?

Angel secretly guessed, until the other person turned around. Under the hood that was too wide and covered the upper half of his face, a pair of green eyes looked towards this side.

"Are you an extraordinary person with divination ability?"

Sure enough, the voice was female, and the lock of golden hair under the hood... was indeed the short woman I had seen before. Wasn't the tall woman who appeared with her here?

It seems like she doesn't want to reveal her identity, but I already remembered her appearance last time when she wasn't disguised...

Angel thought, nodded, and replied:
"Yes, you need to find someone through divination?"

"Yes." After receiving the affirmative answer, the woman seemed much more relaxed. She handed over a note and said, "The information is here. I hope to find her as soon as possible, or at least get some clues, depending on the importance of the clues. Depending on the level, you'll get between 20 and 100 pounds, and directly locating the opponent's position is 200 pounds."

After taking the information and looking at it, Angel was stunned.

"She came to Backlund from Tingen City within half a month. She is a female, about 20 to 30 years old, 1 to 7 meters tall, with long straight hair. She is probably a mid-series Beyonder of the 'Assassin' pathway."

"that's it?"

Turning the note over and looking at the back, Angel found no other information.

"There are hundreds of people coming to Backlund from Tingen every day. Age and gender alone are completely impossible to predict. I need the other person's detailed appearance, preferably a portrait, or the items she has used for a long time, or even underwear. If she only has her hands, With this little information, there is a high probability that the divination will fail."

Shaking the note, Angel explained to the naive trader that in fact this kind of divination was almost impossible to succeed, but she took into account the other party's emotions and did not directly deny it.

The only valid information should be the opponent's potion path. The mid-range "Assassin" is likely to be a "Witch" or even "Happy", and most of these extraordinary people belong to the "Witch Sect".

In other words, this kind of target is not something to be trifled with.After hearing Angel's explanation, the woman who obviously didn't know much about divination was filled with disappointment. She took the note that was handed back and put it away. Seeing that Angel had turned around and was about to leave, she stopped 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."

Receive reward?The last person who offended the Witch Sect fled from Enmat Port to Backlund, and is probably on the ship leaving the Northern Continent now...

Angel found it a bit funny and wanted to remind him, but he felt that it was a little too superficial and he didn't reply in the end.

Returning to the hall, the message about selling bullets was still on the blackboard, but a mark had been drawn next to it.

This meant that someone had applied for the transaction... She felt happy and returned to her seat. Not long after, a waiter led her to another room.

The trader in the room was tall and wearing an exaggerated golden mask, exposing his facial features and both cheeks. He had already counted the banknotes in his hands, and when he saw Angel coming in, he couldn't wait to start trading.

After listening to Angel's introduction to the effects of bullets and receiving a wooden box containing neat bullets, he immediately picked one up and looked at the gas lamp on the wall carefully.

"Very good, it's what I thought. Is this all you have?"

"Yes, my 'craftsman' only made these, there should be new ones in a week if you need them."

Angel pretended to reveal that there was a "craftsman" behind him who made bullets, to increase the mystery and at the same time prevent the other party from focusing too much attention on himself as the "seller".

And she was telling the truth. "Gathering Storm" was difficult to make, and the required materials were hard to buy. After losing the supply of materials from Nighthawks, making 20 pieces per week was already the limit.

"Artisan? Are you from the Church of Storms?"

As expected, the other party's curiosity was drawn to this non-existent craftsman, and he asked.

"No, why do you think so?"

"I thought only they could make bullets of this style... Well, the bottom of the bullet case has the Holy Emblem of the Night? This is strange..."

Seeing that the masked man seemed to want to delve deeper, Angel coughed slightly and interrupted his soliloquy, saying:
"If there is no problem with the bullet, I will leave first. If you still need it, you can post a transaction application in a week or wait for my information."

If a stable supply relationship can be formed, his financial crisis will be solved. A bullet that costs about 2 pounds can be sold for 7.5 pounds, which is equivalent to an inexhaustible gold mine...

Thinking happily about his future life, Angel left the small room used for private transactions.

……

Before the steam subway was shut down, Angel returned to the Backlund Bridge area. Since she had a huge sum of money, she did not choose to walk home. Instead, she found a hired carriage. However, when she was getting on the bus, a sneaky figure appeared behind her. caught her attention.

"To the East End, Stoke Street."

After changing the destination, Angel waited for the carriage to start moving, then opened the curtain of the window and secretly looked behind.

Sure enough, there was a hired carriage following behind. Although it slowed down and did not follow too closely, as if it happened to be on the same road, Angel made the driver change the direction twice, and the other party was able to catch up in the end.

"Right here, I'm getting off."

At a crossroads in the East District, Angel handed two soles to the coachman, jumped off the carriage, and ran directly into another street. The sound of a horse being restrained came from behind, and the pursuer was caught off guard and pulled away.

Passing by the homeless people sitting or lying on the street corner, she got into a narrow alley, then took out a handful of fish scale powder from the bag under her cloak and sprinkled it on herself. Her figure under the moonlight seemed to be invisible. The curtain covered it and disappeared in an instant.

Urgent footsteps approached quickly, and a man wearing a felt hat and a thin windbreaker quickly followed the alley. He looked around, but could not find the female figure who had just entered the alley.

After subconsciously continuing to run for a certain distance, the man stopped. He seemed to feel something was wrong and grabbed his hands 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.

(End of this chapter)