Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 445 The messenger meets the messenger

"Sorry, I'll stay for a week and then leave."

Angel smiled reluctantly and looked in the direction pointed by the waiter. A family of four had already gotten up from the sofa and walked out. The single lady felt her gaze, turned around and smiled kindly.

Everything is normal.

She carried her suitcase to her room on the third floor and quickly placed her belongings. Because the waiter had said something incomprehensible just now, she deliberately kept it in mind and carried all the valuable items with her. Then she returned to the room. Went downstairs.

There is a restaurant on the first floor of the hotel. Although it is already in the afternoon and past the normal lunch time, since most of this port town is filled with tourists and businessmen who come to discuss business, meal times are not fixed. There were quite a few people in the restaurant.

She ordered local-style fruit pies, meat sauce noodles and other dishes on the menu. While waiting for the dishes to be served, she waved to the waiter and asked:

"Is there any interesting place nearby? Something suitable for travelers coming from afar?"

She originally wanted to ask, "Are there any haunted or supernatural places?" But this might scare ordinary people, so she could only make indirect inquiries.

"Everyone will go to the nearby Spice Street. Well, it was originally called 'Marina Avenue', but because the merchants who buy and sell spices are all there, it gradually became known as this." There are bars and a casino on that street and they're open at night, but of course if you're looking for some 'real entertainment' you might want to ask the bartender there. "

The waiter obviously misunderstood her meaning and recommended "Entertainment Street" with an ambiguous smile on his face. Angel couldn't help but wonder what "real entertainment" was.

"So, has anyone 'missed' here recently?"

"Missing? I don't know for sure, but there has been no missing person notice, so I guess there aren't, but there are a lot more tourists, and they all live here often, and more and more people are dining here."

Sure enough...the rhetoric is the same as the front desk, either they really don't know the rumors from the outside world, or they are all...

Angel silently waved him away, put down his napkin, and began to enjoy his belated lunch.

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"Spice Street...even the air is filled with a strange smell. No wonder no one even uses the original street name."

In the afternoon, Angel followed the waiter's guidance to this busy street, sniffing the smell of various spicy or fragrant spices mixed together, and couldn't help but sigh.

Pala Island is located at the northern end of the Wild Sea, at a lower latitude than the Blue Mountain Island where Bayam is located. It has sufficient sunshine conditions. Even in the current winter, it has certain planting conditions, let alone the sunny summer, so it is a variety of plants. It is an ideal planting land for spices and tropical fruits. Colonists have opened up many plantations here, producing a large amount of spices needed by the Northern Continent and best-selling fruits in the Rhoad Islands. It has also attracted countless businessmen to purchase and place orders.

In addition to these vendors discussing prices on the street, there are also casinos and bars set up for tourists. Angel chose a more formal-looking room and walked in through the door. He found that it was also crowded with drunken drinkers and chatting locals.

It's a bit abnormally busy. Of course, a bar is different from a hotel. The more crowded the bar is during the day, the more it indicates that the local economy is not good and there are more people idle... Angel thought silently, walked towards the bar and took a look at the price list. I chose a 5p glass of fermented fruit wine.

The stocky bartender shook the huge wine bottle, poured the last bit of fruit wine inside into the glass and handed it over. Looking at the unknown dregs floating in the wine, Angel suddenly lost interest in trying it. She put the glass on On one side, he asked in a low voice:

"Are there always so many people here? Byam's bar hall is not full during the day."

The bartender looked around, hummed softly, and replied:

"Indeed, even the nearby Zhongcheng Island is not like this. I have been here for three years. Most of the time, I rested during the day and was busy at night. But half a year ago, the mine not far away was destroyed due to the It was closed due to an accident and has not yet been restarted. Many former miners lost their jobs and joined the ranks of growing cash crops. Although they did not fall into poverty, they still had a lot less work to do. Naturally, the cheap fruit wine in the bar was even more popular. welcome."

It was also half a year ago... Angel caught this key word, matched it with the words of the hotel front desk waiter, and nodded.

"How to get to that mine?"

"You've asked the right person. Every day, tourists ask me how to get there. Just think of it as a gift when you buy this glass of wine." The bartender replied with a smile, pointing to the turbid fruit wine, "Go along the Spice Street. Keep walking southeast, and that's the mountain after leaving the city, but the mine is on the other side of the mountain. Many adventurers from other places like to run there. They go there every day, but they don't know what they will gain. I say, go If you are looking for gold that no one has dug up there, or other valuable things, why not sell lanterns, climbing tools and mining picks in the town, maybe you can make a fortune faster."

After hearing these business-minded words, Angel smiled encouragingly and did not answer.

But she has lost interest in this place frequented by many people. Even if there is something worth exploring, after batches of adventurers searching for it, I am afraid it has long been lost. As for the "Gazeer", if There's a live one out there, and there's no way these adventurers can get back and forth safely without being attacked.

"What about other interesting places? I mean the ones you can't usually come into contact with."

After a moment of silence, she asked again, trying to get information about underground trading markets and gatherings of extraordinary people.

"Every night at nine o'clock, there is a special show on the second floor that requires tickets. Well...it's not suitable for ladies, but you can if you want to go."

The bartender had a mysterious smile on his face and lowered his voice as he answered.

This... I'm afraid it's not the same thing as what I thought... Combined with what the waiter in the restaurant said as "real entertainment", Angel immediately understood what the bartender was referring to. He shook his head and rejected the other party without hesitation, took the wine glass and looked for it. Sit down in a corner seat and listen to the conversations of the drinkers around you.

Unfortunately, compared to the bartender's suggestions, the content of their chat was more boring and even a bit outdated. Angel actually heard three drunken men arguing about who was stronger, the Hurricane Admiral or the Twilight Admiral, and whether they could beat the blood together. General.

Obviously, "Hurricane Lieutenant General" Qilinges, who had already died in Backlund, could not defeat "Twilight Lieutenant General" Bulatov Ivan. 1 plus 0 still equals 1...

Angel secretly laughed at the local people's lack of information. He sniffed the turbid fruit wine in the glass, frowned and took a sip. He found that it was surprisingly delicious. After a few sips, he left the bar.

When passing by the sign outside the door, she finally discovered why the drinkers were discussing the truth about the dead Zillinges:

The bounty order here seems to have not been updated for a long time. The 10000-pound bounty of "Vice Admiral Hurricane" is still hanging high above the ordinary pirates. In the corner, the 3000-pound bounty order of "Flame" Daniz has turned yellow. curly. As for "Sickness Lieutenant General" Tracy, who only replaced the former in recent months, the "Sickness Girl"'s 8200 pounds ranked lower than all the pirate generals... Of course, even after updating to 25000 pounds, the ranking will not be the same. What a change, after all, she replaced the General's Shame Qilingos.

In this case, there is a high probability that this island has not received my wanted order. Maybe I can go out without wearing the "hypocrisy" ring?

She thought about it with a sense of luck, but it wasn't until she returned to the hotel and her own suite that she dared to take off the ring and restore her true appearance.

After all, 8000 pounds is a price that even I am quite excited about, almost equivalent to the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 5.

After trying a few simple math questions and confirming that his intelligence was still at a normal level after wearing the "Hypocrisy" for a whole day, Angel then picked up his pen and wrote a reply to Klein, reporting that Ping An told the other party about the many changes that had occurred on the island half a year ago, as well as his plan to explore the mine tomorrow.

At the end of the letter, she asked Klein to find an opportunity to ask "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina. The other person was quite knowledgeable and well-informed at sea. He might know what happened on Pala Island and what he thought about "The Gazer". I have some understanding of the rumors.

This was originally a secret involving the formula of the demigod potion, but "Fire" Daniz had already heard her inquiry when Arrodes possessed the radio receiver that night, and supposedly told his captain, so Angel No attempt was made to hide this.

"Spirit wandering in illusion, friendly creature that can be driven..."

She set up a simple altar and summoned the black cat Wensa.

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"...The messenger who belongs exclusively to Gehrman Sparrow."

In the luxurious suite on the top floor of the "Azure Wind" hotel, Klein, who had sent Daniz away, silently recited the incantation to summon the messenger.

Yes, after Angel left, he finally had the opportunity to try to contract his own messenger.

After recruiting "unimaginable speedsters", "weak beings who are easily ignored" and "extraordinary beings with extremely strong survivability", he saw what he had seen when he was traveling in the spiritual world, looking for the messenger. The Headless Lady signed a contract with her and obtained a messenger unique to "Gehrman Sparrow".

Of course, saying headless is not quite accurate...

Looking at the translucent figure emerging from the swelling and shaking candlelight, Klein cursed.

Although the other party only had a neat cut on her neck, she held two long golden hairs in her hands, with her red eyes wide and bright-looking head. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call her "Miss Four Heads".

Of course, he could only think about this in his mind. The two parties were collaborators who had reached an equal contract, and they were not masters and servants with different statuses. Every time he sent a letter, Klein even had to pay the messenger a gold coin as a reward. Therefore, they are not willing to offend the other party verbally.

Fortunately, after meeting three candidates who were too fast to be seen, whose presence was too weak to be noticed by him, and who looked like a safe, who felt extremely safe but had zero mobility, Klein's tolerance for the appearance of the courier improved. He has reached the highest level. As long as he can deliver messages, he is willing to have even a black cat.

Meow——

As if to confirm his idea, an illusory cat meow came to Klein's ears, and then a black cat over half a meter long emerged from the air on the other side of the altar and landed on it.

This is inside the wall of spirituality. Can you respect the mysticism... The corners of Klein's mouth couldn't help but twitch as he looked at Angel's exclusive messenger, the black cat Wensa.

The latter held an envelope in his mouth. As soon as he took a step forward, he sensed multiple unfriendly gazes. He tilted his neck and looked upward with his blue vertical pupils.

The headless messenger, the four heads and eight blood-red eyes in Reinette Tinichole's hands looked at this uninvited guest.

(End of this chapter)