Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 4 A try?
Following the memory fragments in his mind, Angel came to the Silver Crown Restaurant at the other end of Narcissus Street.

According to the exterior decoration, this is a mid-range consumer restaurant. It specializes in a variety of cuisines. You can order freely, and there are also reasonable set menus for people to choose from. The special dessert wine makes many repeat customers here.

It was breakfast time at this time, even though the consumption of Silver Crown Restaurant was higher than other restaurants on Narcissus Street, it was [-]% full.Angel originally wanted to find a seat against the wall, but in the end he could only sit in the middle of the restaurant.

This inevitably made her the focus of this restaurant. Whether it was the guests who were eating or the waiters passing by, they all cast their eyes on her from time to time, and after a short stay, they looked away as if they were afraid of being discovered.The male guests with family members present may be a little restrained, and the waiters behind her can be said to be unscrupulous.

"Just change the place..." Angel sat on pins and needles, she didn't expect to attract so much attention as soon as she went out, and she began to regret coming to this restaurant.It might be a better choice to buy something on the street and enjoy it at home, but the aroma of food from the next table made her hesitate.

While struggling, she caught a glimpse of a table in the corner where the guests had just finished eating, got up and left, and hurriedly called the waiter, expressing her desire to change tables.

Under the combined effect of her sweet smile and 5 pence tip, the waiter quickly cleared the table in the corner, saving her from the burning eyes of everyone.

Within 10 minutes of being seated, a Feneporte pasta with creamy mushroom soup and vegetable salad was served on the table. Although Angel did not remember the geographical information of "Feneporte", the main dish served was very much like spaghetti bolognese, and the salty and sour sauce made her feel satisfied.

After hastily enjoying a sumptuous breakfast, Angel refused the gift of after-dinner wine and left the Silver Crown Restaurant.

Not counting the extra 5 pence for changing seats, this meal also cost a full 2 ​​soli. If you eat this way for three meals a day, you will spend more than 2 pounds in a week. You must know that the weekly salary of ordinary workers in Tingen City is only around 1 pound.Even Cole's "inheritance" can't last long, not to mention that the daily money is not limited to food.

Angel, who had just filled his stomach, immediately regretted his extravagant behavior.

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June in Tingen is not the hottest time of the year, but the sun is so strong today that even the ethereal bells from the cathedral in the distance cannot dispel the heat generated by the sun.

Angel found a hooded cloak to cover her face, and finally avoided the embarrassment of being constantly swept by people's eyes, but the price was the rapid heating up under the scorching sun, and she almost couldn't hold on with her extraordinary physique.

"Forget it, I guess I didn't gain much today. If it doesn't work, let's go out to have a look at night. Sure enough, it's still too difficult to find these gray industries during the day." Angel walked around a few streets around, searched Cole's memory, and came to several shops that were secretly engaged in gray industries, but he didn't find the fake evidence channel he needed.Only a second-hand dealer said that he could try to find a way, but he asked for a deposit of [-] pounds and had to wait for a month, which was rejected by Angel decisively.

Persisting until the afternoon, Angel, who didn't even have time for lunch, finally lost her patience. She returned to the back alley of Daffodil Street with all kinds of seasonings, bread, potatoes and mutton that she bought along the way.The amount of rubbish in the alley has increased significantly compared to when she went out in the morning. Most of them are kitchen waste from various households. If no one cleans it up, it may take a few days for the entire back alley to be piled up.

Carefully bypassing the rubbish pile on the ground, she returned to the residence through the back door. She hung the cloak that concealed her appearance by the door, sorted the seasonings and put them into bottles and jars that had been cleaned again, and marinated a little of the mutton to prevent it from going bad in the hot weather, and threw the rest into the basement.

Then she went around every room and checked the doors and windows, and found that the note placed in the crack of the door before going out had not moved, so she was relieved.

After finishing everything and taking a shower, Angel lay on the sofa next to the oriel window in the living room, reminiscing about the delicious breakfast with a hungry stomach.

"I haven't slept all night, and now I'm really sleepy. I might as well sleep until dinner time, and then we'll have lunch and dinner together..." Bathed in the sunlight outside the window, Angel felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Just as she was about to lose consciousness and embraced sleep, her spiritual sense suddenly issued a warning that there was danger in the study!

Angel jumped up from the sofa like a spring, copied the revolver on the table, pushed open the door of the study and rushed in.

On the desk, the brass badge was emitting a dangerous signal.

Intuition told Angel that she should stay away from this badge and leave this study, but there was another impulse in her heart, reminding that this badge was different.

Holding the pistol tightly in one hand, aiming the muzzle at the brass badge, she raised her other hand and reached for the badge.

The moment the badge was touched by the fingertips, like the light of the red moon last night, the badge burst into crimson waves, flooding the entire study.

At the same time, in a luxurious villa in Queens District of Backlund, on the three-masted sailing ship in the stormy Sunya Sea, the same crimson light also shone on the other two.

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The crimson light came and went quickly, and Angel quickly regained his sight. At the same time, with a tap of his right hand, the revolver he was holding tightly disappeared.She only felt a cold sweat breaking out from her back, subconsciously took a few steps back, and observed the strange environment around her.

In the gray mist, besides her, there were three other people. Not far from her right was a tall, long-haired girl who was shaking her head to look around. On the opposite side was a man with short messy hair and a medium build. Angel could feel his gaze looking at her.They are hidden in the gray mist, their figures are hazy, their faces are indistinct, and their outlines and hairstyles can only be discerned barely.

In addition to the two, there was a mysterious person shrouded in thick fog farther away. His figure was obviously different from the other two, like a phantom, erratic in the fog.

Quickly confirming the current situation on the court, Angel moved closer to the girl, forming a relatively compact triangle with the short-haired man, then faced the mysterious man, and asked politely but vigilantly.

"Excuse me?"

At the same time, the other two also spoke in unison.

"Your Excellency, where is this?"

"What do you want to do?"

The mysterious man chuckled, and replied in a low voice: "A simple attempt." The ethereal answer came from the gray mist, and the tone seemed to be talking to a friend, plain and gentle.

simple try?Hearing this joking answer, Angel didn't have any urge to laugh at all, but felt cold all over.Just because he wanted to make an attempt, this mysterious man caught her from Daffodil Street in Tingen City at noon into this gray mist by unknown and inconceivable means.

He even did the same to two other people at the same time!
The other two victims were obviously shocked by this answer, and after a long silence, the girl asked in a hesitant tone: "Your Excellency, is the experiment over? Can we go back?"

"Of course, if you formally propose, I can let you go back now." Like a professor on the podium answering a student's question, the mysterious man answered with a chuckle, without any hint of malice.

Thank you, I want to leave now, sorry for your inconvenience—Angel can only think about it in her heart, facing this mysterious person whose strength is unknown, she can't say it at all.

And after getting the promise that she could leave at any time, she became a little curious about the origin of this gray fog.

The long-haired girl seemed to be a lively person. After receiving the promise of safety, she immediately showed the complete opposite of the cautiousness just now: "This is really a wonderful experience...Well, I have been looking forward to such a miracle that transcends nature...I mean, Your Excellency, how can I become a Extraordinary?"

Extraordinary is what this world calls supernatural beings. It seems that the girl is not an Extraordinary, but what about that tall, taciturn man?Is he an ordinary person, or an Extraordinary like himself?
Just as Angel was thinking to himself, the gray mist billowed around the crowd, and towering stone pillars appeared one after another, covered by a dome above.Like a giant's royal court, magnificent buildings instantly surrounded them.

A long bronze table also appeared under the dome, and the mysterious man appeared on the high-backed chair at the top. There were ten identical chairs on his left and right extending to the bottom of the long table. Including the empty seat opposite him, there were a total of 22 seats.

Angel's eyes blurred, and she appeared on a high-backed chair as if she had teleported. On the right was the mysterious man in the upper seat, and the short-haired man on the opposite side also "sat down".

The mysterious man was touching the edge of the long table with his hands, and it seemed that all the changes were on his mind; the short-haired man seemed determined to remain silent until the end, he leaned against the back of the chair, with his hands crossed in front of his chest - but this defensive sitting position inadvertently exposed his inner anxiety; the girl was still looking around, observing the other people on the long table.

Angel recalled the memory fragments of the potion in his mind, and answered the girl's question carefully:

"The only way to become a Extraordinary is potions. You can join major Orthodox churches to obtain potions legally, or buy formulas from unofficial channels and prepare them yourself."

"That's right, you're from Loen, right?" The short-haired man took over the conversation, "You can join the Church of the Goddess of the Night, the Church of the Lord of Storms, or the Church of the God of Steam and Mechanism. In the arbitration tribunals, courts, and execution agencies, Extraordinary people have been fighting against the dangers that grow in the dark, and they welcome those who can contribute to it."

Thanks to the gradual recovery of memory, Angel is no stranger to the churches he mentioned, but she doesn't know much about institutions such as arbitration tribunals and referees.

Maybe it's a Extraordinary combat organization belonging to the church—like the Knights Templar.

"Sir, I know everything you said, even more, such as the Nighthawks, the Punisher, and the Mechanical Heart, but I don't want to lose my freedom."

The girl's answer was surprising. Maybe she wasn't as ignorant as she appeared before, at least she still knew a lot about the extraordinary world she was interested in.

"How can there be a good thing to become a Extraordinary without paying a price? Either join the church, accept the regulation, or seek the help of those families with ancient inheritance, or like the lady said, buy the formula through money and prepare the potion yourself. Risk at your own risk."

"However, a potion made with the wrong recipe is no different from poison."

The girl looked at the other party excitedly when she heard that money could be used to solve the problem, but at the end she lowered her head in disappointment, and after a long silence asked, "Is there no other way?"

Angel speculated that the girl might have been born in a wealthy family, and it seemed that it would not be difficult for her to solve the problem through money, but she obviously didn't want to join the church and be subject to official control, and she was unwilling to risk her life to try unreliable potion formulas.

"It's not like there's no other way."

Angel felt that it was his turn to answer the conversation. The short-haired man deliberately exaggerated the difficulty of obtaining potions, obviously laying the groundwork for something. Since Angel heard it, she didn't mind taking advantage of it.She looked at the mysterious man in the top position, saw that he was silent and didn't say anything to stop the communication between the few people, so she replied in a calm tone:

"I have a Sequence 9 potion formula on hand..."

"Really? Which one is it?" The girl asked anxiously.

Angel was very satisfied with the girl's reaction, she continued:
"This formula is called 'Assassin'. The user of the potion can have enhanced vision and dark vision like an owl, and is good at fighting and dodging. It can make the body as light as a feather in a short time, and can pour all the power into one blow, easily killing the target—just like its name."

"It sounds like a potion that focuses on combat ability..." the girl murmured, as if she was not very satisfied with the effect of the potion.

Seeing this, Angel quickly added: "Assassin potions do mainly improve physical abilities, but just strengthening eyesight and dark vision is an effect that many potions cannot achieve. The enhancement of body movement ability is not only used in combat. Riding and dancing require physical coordination."

She paused for a while, and seeing the girl lost in thought, she continued: "This is your only chance to become an 'Extraordinary', do you really want to give up?"

This is also what Mrs. Sharon once persuaded Cole Granger to become an "Assassin".

If there were other options, Angel would not be willing to hand over the "Assassin" potion formula. Through Cole Granger's experience, she knew very well how many murders an assassin could commit that would cause headaches for the police.

But the other party is obviously a rich girl, who is ignorant of the world and yearns for the extraordinary world. She looks very much like the rich second generation who play extreme sports she has seen in her previous life. These people basically don't have the courage and motivation to practice the behavior of "assassin". This can be seen from her dissatisfaction with the effect of the potion that focuses on combat.

That's why Angel focused on the improvement of the potion's vision and the improvement of "riding and dancing" in noble sports.

The girl hesitated for a moment, but still made up her mind: "It sounds good, so, what do I need to exchange with you?"

Angel immediately replied: "A friend of mine needs a legal 'identity' that can be used in the Kingdom of Loen. No matter if you solve it through money or relationships, it will be sent to Tingen City within a week, plus a hundred pounds."

This is a reasonable quotation. In Cole's memory, Mrs. Sharon once said that the "Assassin" potion alone could sell for more than two hundred pounds outside.

And Angel is also willing to pay a hundred pounds in order to obtain a new identity as soon as possible.

"Legal identity..." The girl thought for a moment and understood Angel's request, "I understand, I will find a way to solve it..."

When the two initially reached a deal intention, the short-haired man who had been watching coldly said:

"I also have two potion formulas for Sequence 9..."

(End of this chapter)