Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 186 "Brave Bar"

After mobilizing his spirituality and cleaning the safe house with black flames, Angel put on the "Ring of Madness" again, left this one-bedroom apartment with simple facilities, and took a long detour, returning from the dock area to the Backlund Bridge area, and back to the Red Rose Street residence.

Although she knew that her hunger was just a negative effect of the magical item and not really caused by not eating for a long time, she still made herself a simple midnight snack after returning home, which satisfied her long-accumulated appetite. .

"It seems that I have to wear this ring as little as possible in the future. It's okay for a short time. If I wear it for a long time, I'm afraid it won't just be for eating, but also for other needs..."

After playing with the ring with its simple shape and complicated patterns for a while, Angel put it into a small iron box and put it away carefully.

After all, this is a magical item worth 2000 pounds. In the future, you will have to rely on its psychological "strangeness" to sneak into the "Witch Cult".

Of course, she is not ready to return to Mr. A's Extraordinary Assembly in a short time. The role she plays is a witch who left Tingen City and tried to get rid of the "Witch Cult". She was just followed by an unidentified instigator. , and immediately returning to the gathering where the identity was exposed would appear too deliberate.

At least there must be an interval of about a week... Mr. A's meeting will be held every two or three days, and it is held continuously these days. You can find time to go there at any time. Why not make some more "Storm Gathering", maybe the golden mask can still be there Will continue to purchase.

She planned to go to the "Brave Bar" on Iron Gate Street in the Bridge District the next day, where she could buy all kinds of guns and ammunition without issuing a gun permit. The bullet Angel brought to Backlund was not used, but Almost all of them are made into special bullets for sale and are in urgent need of replenishment.

And according to Dominic, the person in charge knew the time of another party, and he could make a recommendation for a small fee.

The role of a witch also needs to be put on the agenda. Although the money is tight now, even after digesting the magic potion, I can't afford the formula and materials of Sequence 6, but being prepared and improving the strength are always the first priority.

She is going to read the newspaper and look for some acting opportunities, or go to a divination club part-time and try to be a "witch" who is proficient in magic mirror divination.

Maybe I can become a powerful fortune teller...

Looking at the citrine pendant on his wrist, Angel blinked quickly and quickly put down his sleeves, covering the pendant and the "Secret Holy Emblem" that reflected the light.

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Bypassing the noisy boxing ring and dog-and-mouse competition venue of the Brave Bar, and squeezing through the sweaty and smelly crowd, Angel arrived at the billiards room No. [-] and gently opened the door.

"Is Kaspars Canlinen here?"

She asked in a low voice, like a spy communicating.

"I was introduced by the 'old man'."

Remembering the secret code Dominic had said, she added.

The two men in the billiard room looked at each other, and the older one shook his head: "Come in."

He has a huge scar on the right side of his face that goes through his eye and the corner of his mouth. He is about fifty years old and his hair is somewhat gray.

Another younger player put down his pool cue and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Kaspars also threw the pool cue on the table, limped to the wall, sat on a low stool, stared at Angel and asked: "What do you need?"

"Large caliber pistol ammunition, 50 rounds."

The latter took out a pistol cartridge he carried with him and signaled to the other party that he needed this caliber.

"It's 2 pounds in total. Do I need a pistol?"

Kaspars quoted a price.

This is nearly twice as expensive as the weapons store, but I didn’t bring my weapon license to Backlund, so I can only accept his high premium...

Angel shook his head helplessly, took out a two-pound note and handed it to the other party, and soon received a large-caliber bullet neatly packed in a cardboard box and coated with protective grease.

"I heard you can take people to a secret party?"

She asked casually while checking the bullets.

"Hmph, that place is not easy to get in, especially for a stranger like you."

Caspars looked at Angel's unimpressive face, paused for a moment, and continued:
"At 8 o'clock tomorrow evening, if you really want to attend the party, come here. The fee is also 2 pounds. No waiting if you are late."

"Thanks, I'll be there on time."

Holding the bullet, Angel left the billiard room and looked at the game of dog and mouse involuntarily. A new peak showdown had begun. The bettors on both sides were roaring and cheering for their dogs, which made her feel a little sad. itch.

"No, this is not my idea, it is a side effect of the 'Ring of Madness'..."

Whispering a warning to herself, she pushed open the bar door as if to escape and returned to the streets shrouded in thick fog.

In the cold wind of the evening, she gradually suppressed her inner desire to gamble.

Another part of the reason is that he really doesn't have much money... After giving Dominic 600 pounds, Angel only has less than 130 pounds. Although he earned 20 pounds from selling 150 "Storm Gathering" coins, he has lost 200 pounds in the past two days. She bought a lot of materials and furniture to enrich her warm little home, and rented a safe house in the East District. At this time, her savings were only [-] pounds, and she was spending money like water.

"When we sell these bullets, we should be able to make a lot of money..."

Holding the heavy bullet in her pocket, she entered the nearest subway station and bought a second-class ticket.

Since being followed by the instigators of the Witch Cult, she will now go to the safe house in the East District before returning home, use "black flame" to disinfect it, and then return to Red Rose Street, even if she is now in the Bridge District, just a few steps away from Red Rose Street. Two blocks to Iron Gate Street.

The steam subway left the subway station, dragging smoke no less than its counterpart on the ground. Angel turned his gaze away from the window and looked at the "Backlund Post" in his hand.

This is a popular local newspaper in Backlund, and the advertisements it publishes are mainly content about this city. This makes it easier for her to look for nearby acting opportunities without seeing Port Enmat, Conston, or even the city. Advertising for the Republic of Tis.

Accompanied by the clatter of wheels passing through the gap between the rails, Angel's eyes quickly glanced at the small advertisement in the newspaper.

"Looking for a lost cat can be done by an ordinary detective. But speaking of cats, can I also keep one, so that it is more like an evil 'witch'... A missing person notice? You are not looking for Tingen." That woman?"

Angel looked at the request carefully and found that it was just an ordinary person search, so he stopped paying attention.

But the next ad caught her attention.

"Sherlock Moriarty is a private detective who is good at handling various matters. He charges reasonable fees and strictly abides by the principle of confidentiality. He lives at No. 15 Minsk Street, Cherwood District..."

As soon as he saw the detective's name, Angel couldn't help laughing.

Although the letter composition and grammar of Loen and English are different, the pronunciation of this detective's name happens to be the same as that of a world-famous detective.

Angel has not read the series of novels in detail, but he still has some impressions of those famous names.

Fortunately, his last name is not Holmes. Otherwise, during the Industrial Revolution in a different world, in a city similar to London in the Victorian era, someone with the same name and surname as a famous consulting detective appeared, and his profession also happened to be a detective. It was simply a fateful coincidence. .

But Moriarty...

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

Angel suddenly wanted to meet the detective.

She folded the corner of the newspaper and remembered this information in her heart. If she passed through the Jowood area in the future, she might have the opportunity to find this combination of super detective and super criminal.

After flipping through several pages of advertisements, Angel could not find an opportunity to properly use her magic mirror for divination and play the role of a "witch".

But after seeing the advertisement for Detective Sherlock, she also had some thoughts and thought that she could try advertising to create a mysterious image of a witch and perform a suitable role by accepting commissions.

However, this may expose your real address. Do you need to rent a new house?

After repeated weighing, Angel gave up the idea.

"Unless I find a part-time job in a divination club, which can be promoted through advertising, advertising may not be worth the gain..."

The subway stopped slowly. Angel folded the newspaper and walked towards the door.

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Rhoside Islands, Port Olavi, the captain's cabin of the ghost ship "Blue Avenger".

Alger Wilson did not follow his crew ashore and go to the nearest "Red Theater" to release their nature. Instead, he waited in his own small space.

"Your Majesty, the 'River and Sea Church' in Tingen has responded to the telegram. It was forwarded through Pulitzer Harbor and arrived here."

A sailor and a follower of the Storm Lord knocked on the door, then came in and said, holding an envelope in his hand with a seal on it.

"Very good. Didn't the news leak?"

Alger raised his lowered head and looked at his confidants among the crew.

"The report in Pulitzer Harbor was sent personally by Mr. Saenz. I received and copied it in the receiving room without anyone else."

He handed the envelope to Alger, then left the captain's cabin and closed the door.

"The Hanged Man" Alger's heart beat faster as he looked at the envelope in front of him.

Miss "Queen"'s secret is contained in this envelope.

(End of this chapter)