Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 418 Escape under the sunset

Not long after, two plates with grilled fish were placed in front of Angel and Klein, along with two glasses of attractive-colored Sonia blood wine.

The Rhoside Islands, also known as the "Spice Islands", produce a variety of exotic spices. After being developed by the Kingdom of Loen, countless plantations took root here, and the expensive spices were transported back to the Northern Continent through maritime trade. into gold pounds.

This is also the origin of the name of Bayam, the capital of Rhoside and the "City of Generosity". The first colonists believed that this rich island was the land of treasures promised by the gods.

For Angel, the gold, silver, copper and iron deposits in the Rhoside Islands, the wood with different uses, and the colonists' exploitation of the local area were all a bit out of reach, but the various spices, known or unknown, spread on the grilled fish were real. The aroma rose from the ground and went straight to her brain through her nostrils.

“Sure enough, this is the specialty of this restaurant…”

She sighed and touched the knife and fork to enjoy the food, but found that the waiter handed over two rough wooden sticks that were thick at one end and thin at the other.

This...this can't be chopsticks, right?

Looking around, Angel successfully discovered that most of the diners who ordered the grilled fish were using these two wooden sticks to hold the fish into their mouths. Some of them moved clumsily and dropped the fish on the plate from time to time, but most of them dropped the fish on the plate. Most people use "chopsticks" skillfully, like another pair of fingers.

"You should use this kind of tableware when eating grilled fish. It is said that..."

"Great Emperor Russell, right?"

Angel nodded clearly and interrupted the waiter's introduction.

"Yes, he got inspiration from the ancient customs of elves."

The waiter still briefly introduced this history before slowly retreating. He is a native of the Rhoside Islands, and his skin color is darker than that of people from the Southern Continent, with a bronze color that has been exposed to too much sun. It reminds Angel of Mr. Azik, whom Angel has not seen for a while.

Following the example of the person at the table holding the chopsticks in his right hand, Angel awkwardly used them to poke open the belly of the grilled fish, barely managed to hold a piece of plump fish belly covered in spices and sauces, put his mouth over it, and was about to put it into his mouth, but... Carefully pinch off the fish meat and drop them back onto the dinner plate.

Klein, who was sitting across from him, used his chopsticks to dip a large piece of fish in the sauce and put it into his mouth like a show off. He chuckled and said:

"Do you need me to teach you?"

Why are you so skilled... Angel picked up a piece of fish again as if she was angry. This time she was careful not to use too much force, and finally put the fish into her mouth and tasted the deliciousness of this special dish.

Seeing that she learned it quickly, Klein looked away boredly and asked after a moment:

"You went to see the Fool believer yesterday. Did you gain anything?"

"I asked for some clues about pirates and found out a few places where Extraordinaries gather. The closest one is tonight, but I have to meet an old friend in the afternoon and guard Daniz's contact point in the evening. I may not be able to make it in time. superior."

"Well, then let's split up. I'll go to the Extraordinary gathering and I'll go squat with Daniz to see if I can get information about other pirates... Who is the old friend you're talking about?"

Klein was talking while eating fish at first, but then the conversation changed and he asked, and the chopsticks in his hand stopped.

"The 'MI9' hunter Dominic I mentioned to you last time."

Angel became more proficient with his chopsticks and quickly finished half of the grilled fish. He drank a large sip of Sunia's blood wine and answered casually.

Seeing that Klein looked a little weird, she quickly added:

"Remember his underage girlfriend? The one who became a 'divineer'."

"I remember, it was them..."

Hearing this, Klein picked up the wine glass with a smile and took a sip of the blood wine, attracting Angel's curious gaze.

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Towards evening, Angel came to the "Sea and Fire" bar again, and under the guidance of the bartender, he found "Lucky Nick" in the small room on the second floor.

Fortunately, she was lucky this time and did not choose the wrong "Nick" in the two-choice problem. The person sitting in the private room provided for drinkers to rest and entertain was none other than Dominic, whom she worked with in Backlund.

"Intelligence, commission, or transaction?"

The person he saw was an unknown woman. This former member of MI9, with short black hair and a coat casually draped over her face, was a little unmotivated and asked casually.

"I'm here to find someone who is proficient in divination. I heard that you know such a girl?"

Angel asked softly, instantly attracting the other person's wary gaze.

"I know many fortune-tellers, some who play tarot cards in fortune-telling rooms, and some who are 'real'. Which one are you asking about?"

he asked cautiously.

"Of course it can be truly divination, such as finding out the location of the Difference Engine manuscript..."

Angel said, pointing to his forehead, removing the disguise of the "faceless man", and after a burst of muscle and skin squirming, his face returned to its original appearance.

The moment he saw the change in her face, Dominic jumped up from the sofa and was about to open the window and jump off the second floor.

It wasn't until he saw Angel's face clearly that he relaxed and sat down on the sofa again.

"You scared me, I thought..."

he murmured.

"Why? Faceless Man? 'Eighth Game'?"

Angel sat on another single sofa by the window, poured himself a cup of coffee, and asked with a smile.

"More than that, people who want to kill me can line up from Pelican Street to Alfalfa Avenue, but how do you know about the 'eighth inning'..." Dominic didn't seem to expect to get the answer to this question, so he added it to himself. After taking a sip of the scalding coffee, he breathed out the hot breath and continued to ask:

"Why did you come to Bayam? Did you finally have trouble surviving in Backlund and fled overseas?"

"Although I feel that you are provoking, I am indeed right about this sentence. I escaped from Backlund."

Angel replied, resisting the urge to punch him.

"As expected, otherwise you wouldn't have thought of asking for my help... By the way, I saw a wanted poster for the Church of Storms yesterday. The woman who killed their bishop couldn't be you, right?"

"What bishop?"

She was pretending to be stupid.

"I don't think it could be you. How could any fool dare to provoke those angry guys at sea? It's simply too long to live."

"Yeah, how could it be?"

Angel felt that the opponent's "provocateur" potion should have been digested long ago.

After the exchange of pleasantries, Dominic stood up from the sofa, carefully closed the window, drew the curtains, and locked the door. Then he got to the point and asked softly:

"Do you know about the 'Great Smog' situation in Backlund at the beginning of the month?"

I came to you to ask for information, why did you ask me first... Angel curled his lips and selectively told this information dealer the relevant information he heard from Audrey.

"The Witch Cult, it's them again!" Dominic gritted his teeth once again hearing about the secret sect that forced him and Sonia to leave their hometown. "What's the final result? I read in the newspaper that a lot of people died, but there are no more for the time being. The news is coming.”

"It is said that a high-sequence official Beyonder was dispatched to deal with the witch who released the plague. The three major sects forced the royal family to make a lot of concessions, but the specific reforms may not be until after the New Year. The plague in the city has not yet been completely eradicated. Many people After temporarily escaping the city, the streets became a lot more depressed."

After all, he was still from Loen. After hearing that the situation was under control, Dominic's expression improved a little. He tried to talk to Angel about the specific policy changes, but the latter had almost forgotten it after listening to the Hanged Man's analysis. He wasn't given much of a chance.

"Where's Sonia? She's also in Bayam, living with you?"

After getting another cup of coffee, Angel changed the topic to a lighter topic.

"She is not yet an adult. I want her to continue studying at the grammar school in Bayam, but she doesn't agree. She only wants to study divination, and even wants to learn from me in the intelligence business. After becoming an Extraordinary, I felt that there was something wrong with her. So obedient..."

Dominic replied with a grimace.

The minds and experiences of minors are not enough to allow them to face huge changes in their identity. This may be the reason why Sonia has some rebellious emotions. Angel thought of his "assassin" Sherman. After he became an extraordinary person, My mentality has also changed significantly, but it is in a good direction, becoming more confident and public.

Sonia has lost her parents, and she only has Dominic, who is not much older than her, as a companion. She may lack a guide...

But Angel didn't have much choice, he could only laugh a few words with the mentality of watching the young couple's jokes.

When the other party's mood improved slightly, Angel asked about Bayam's local Beyonder gathering, pirate information and other issues. He wanted to compare it with the information provided by "The Hanged Man", and was surprised to find that the two information were exactly the same. She He asked doubtfully:

"You don't know a middle-aged man with dark blue hair, do you?"

"Do you know Alger Wilson? He did provide a lot of my information. This guy has a ghost ship and dozens of sailors. He is very powerful, but there is no bounty on his head. He is probably from the Church of Storms. , do their dirty work for them.”

Dominic replied casually.

Sure enough, "The Hanged Man" is also one of his clients, but his name is actually Alger Wilson... Wait, he won't be the one who assisted the local Extraordinary to destroy the fake Tarot Club in Port Enmat before." Mr. Wilson of the Church of Storms, right? Mr. Hanged Man is really passionate about protecting our reputation!

she sighed.

After verifying the authenticity of the information, there was no need for Angel to stay any longer. She said goodbye to the successful intelligence dealer, reminded him of Sonia's education issues, and left the bar.

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"Huh, huh-"

Daniz's chest felt like it was on fire. He was breathing heavily, but he felt that the air could not enter his lungs at all. The alley in front of him seemed to be shaking, and the sunset in the distance became unreal.

He knew that he could not hold on for much longer. "Iron" Maiviti's swift and fatal sneak attack pierced his lungs, causing him to bleed profusely and unable to breathe. His spirit body had almost left his body and entered the legendary underworld.

Just fall down like this and stop working hard... As soon as such an idea came to his mind, he killed it hard.

No, I have to find someone... Where are the other sailors waiting to be contacted? Are they nearby?

The only belief that supported Daniz was to pass on the news that the contact point was controlled by people sent by "Admiral Blood". He looked around, his blurry eyes saw the flow of people passing through the alley, and he knew that it was best now. The only way to do it is to rush into the streets, die in the crowd, and shout out what you want to say.

In this way, relevant information should appear in the next day's newspaper. At least "Fire Flame" Daniz's sudden death on the street can alert his colleagues and allow his captain to guess the truth.

He used his hands and feet to hold on to the low wall beside him, and walked step by step towards the entrance of the alley, with a continuous trail of blood behind him.

There are still twenty meters... no, twenty-five meters?

He could hardly think anymore and could only move forward by instinct.

Swah——

A figure appeared in front of Daniz out of thin air.

Is "Steel" catching up?

He looked up in despair and found that the light blond hair and purple eyes that he had cursed more than once on the White Onyx now looked extremely cute.

(End of this chapter)