Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 275 Connectors
With the experience of being "reminded" by Servilia of the Witch Cult, Angel immediately guessed the purpose of the suitor: to find someone with the extraordinary characteristics of "sheriff" and "interrogator".

There is a high probability that this person is the "Black Emperor" who recently broke into Capin's mansion and killed the two Extraordinaries who were protecting him. At least he was a companion who helped him sell his Extraordinary properties.

With this level of knowledge, Angel will naturally not take the bait easily, but she is also very curious about the identity of the person behind the search for the Black Emperor. According to her and Sherlock's analysis, Caping is likely to be related to Backlund. The upper-class nobles, even the military, and the royal family are all closely connected, not to mention helping the Witch Sect to traffic people. They are involved in many ways. His death has made countless people anxious and urgently need to find the murderer.

There are so many possibilities for the identity of the person behind the scenes that it’s hard to know where to start.

"It's a pity that I won't be fooled. If I want to sell extraordinary characteristics, I will do it at a Tarot meeting instead of a meeting organized by the Aurora Society..."

Thinking secretly, Angel continued to check other transaction information, and soon bought some spiritual materials for making bullets, sold 20 "Storm Gathering" bullets, and recovered 150 pounds in cash.

The buyer this time was still the tall man wearing a golden mask. The buyer seemed to be very interested in the "craftsman" behind Angel, and tried several times to win over the buyer for long-term supply. However, Angel's speed of making ammunition was not stable, and I suspected that the masked man was the spokesperson of a certain force and did not want to have too much contact, so I did not agree.

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The door was closed, cutting off the noise of the Extraordinaries attending the gathering outside. Mr. A dismissed the waiter, walked down the stairs to the underground, carefully closed the door, went around a few turns in the dark passage, and came to a room like a In a temple-like basement.

Here stands an upside-down giant statue, which is the "true creator" that the Aurora Society believes in.

At this time, a person wearing a hooded robe was already kneeling in front of the statue. When he heard Mr. A approaching, the person turned back and looked towards the entrance. The weak light of the candle in the corner illuminated the beautiful and alluring female face under the hood. .

If the Tingen City Nighthawks Team or Sost's "Red Gloves" were present, they would easily recognize this as Ms. D who escaped from Tingen to Backlund.

Mr. A didn't seem to see his colleagues. He took a few steps forward and knelt in front of the statue. His position was subtly a few centimeters closer to the statue.

"I have found an entry point and will launch operations soon."

After kneeling in silence for a moment, Ms. D couldn't help but speak first.

Mr. A responded to her with silence.

"Are you..."

"You messed up the Tingen thing, are you going to do it again in Backlund?" Mr. A interrupted the other party, with a hint of imperceptible anger in his tone, "The Witch Sect and I have begun cooperation, let The only reason you stay here is to worry about being caught by the official Beyonders, rather than letting you continue your way of doing things in Backlund."

"If you mess up again, even if the saints spare you, I won't spare you."

After saying that, he lowered his head, knelt on the ground, muttered something silently, and continued to offer devout prayers to the "True Creator."

Ms. D snorted coldly, said nothing, but leaned down and made the same action as him.

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On Saturday morning, Angel spent almost all her savings and finally got the revolver made with Sequence 6 extraordinary characteristics, a magical item she named "Good Luck".

The extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 6 are worth between 3000 and 4000 pounds. The difference depends on scarcity and the game between the two parties. For example, the extraordinary characteristics of "Devil" that Angel sold to "Eye of Wisdom" sold for 3200 pounds. The made magical item was only sold for 3500 pounds, and it also came with 200 pounds worth of demon-hunting bullets, apparently because the craftsman Kawei was eager to sell it.

Maybe it’s because Kawei feels that having this pistol around her will easily lead to bad luck... I see that her watch shop doesn’t have many customers every day. Could it be because of this weapon?
Angel was on the hired carriage, carefully studying the large-caliber revolver in his hand.

The metal part of this weapon is bright brass and looks like it is made of gold. The muzzle is slightly longer than an ordinary revolver. It is engraved with complicated patterns. There are several grooves carved on the surface of the grip. , giving it greater friction and making it harder to let go.It doesn’t look like a weapon worth several thousand pounds at all...

Angel loaded the gifted demon-hunting bullets into the cylinder, put the pistol back into the holster on his waist under his cloak, and carefully fixed the holster to avoid losing this expensive item.

She now only has less than 150 pounds left in her entire net worth, which she earned from selling some special bullets at Mr. A's rally. No one took any interest in the potion formulas for sale, which made her quite disappointed.

It was already Saturday afternoon, and she was going to the East District to meet the "new guy" that Servilia had given her and get to know each other. However, before the carriage reached the junction of the Backlund Bridge area and the East District, someone accompanying The "squeaking" noise stopped.

"Sorry, madam, the wheel seems to be stuck. You will have to walk the rest of the way."

The coachman's voice came from outside the door. Angel touched "Good Luck", sighed secretly, got out of the carriage, and paid the fare.

She had no doubt that it was the negative effects of this magical item that had affected the carriage she was riding in.

Sure enough, not far away, the broken down carriage came to life with the driver sighing in surprise and doubt. Angel did not look back and ride again. She knew that if she got on the carriage again, it would not be far away before it would appear again. New question.

Walking into the East District, no unlucky things happened along the way, such as being hit by high-altitude objects or accidentally slipping. Angel arrived at a simple apartment building smoothly, which made her guess that the negative effects of "good luck" were not It takes effect all the time, but intermittently causes some unfortunate events. Otherwise, let alone using it in combat, I am afraid that just carrying it will make it difficult to move.

The newly minted assassin lived on the second floor of the apartment. Angel did not enter through the front door, but went around to the back, easily climbed up using the gaps between pipes and bricks, and used the thin slices of frost to open the latch on the inside of the window. Entered the room.

The furnishings in this one-bedroom apartment are simple, but it is quite clean and tidy. There is no smell of moldy bedding that is common in the East District. Angel walked out of the unoccupied bedroom. A man in the living room was facing away from her and facing the only door. I opened the window and looked at the street scene outside the window, wondering what I was thinking.

Amidst Angel's deliberately aggravated footsteps, the man turned around in surprise with a hint of panic. After seeing the person clearly, his pupils narrowed and he reached for his waist with his right hand.

"Don't be nervous, I'm your new boss."

Angel had no intention of fighting with him and quickly took out the token that Servilia had given her - a cheap silver earring.

Seeing the visitor take out the token, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the hand that was touching the dagger at his waist. He turned his whole body completely to this side, his eyes were searching. He first confirmed the style of the earrings, and then curiously Stay with Angel.

The latter was also sizing up this "assassin". He was about 20 years old, with shoulder-length brown hair and very thin eyebrows. His facial features were not as rough as his age, but rather neutral and delicate.

"Hello, ma'am," he greeted cautiously, "Joels said you would be here today, but I thought, well, you would go through the front door."

Who is Joels... is he his previous contact, a member of a certain witch sect?
Angel muttered in his heart, but replied seriously: "This is a test to see if you are vigilant enough. The result makes me very disappointed."

"Sorry, I wasn't vigilant enough."

Unexpectedly, the newcomer admitted his mistake easily, which made Angel feel like she had no power to use. She nodded and sat on the wooden chair next to the coffee table in the living room.

"Forget it for today, stay vigilant at all times in the future, maybe the enemy will appear behind you next time," Angel lowered his tone, making his tone appear mature and more like a "senior", "First introduce yourself. "

The young man sat opposite her, the simple wooden chair creaking and shaking.

"My name is Sherman. I think you already know that I am an 'assassin'..."

(End of this chapter)