Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 493 Everyone’s Discovery

"Are you Gehrman Sparrow?"

The brown-haired man in front of Klein picked up the wooden wine glass, covered the lower half of his face in a drinking posture, and looked here with sharp eyes.

"Us Kent?"

Klein, who didn't ask for a drink, was still dressed like an adventurer. He sat on the table by the window of the "Fragrant Leaf Bar", looked at the other party coldly, and answered with a rhetorical question.

"Ha, Ireland said you are not easy to deal with, but it seems that he is conservative," Us Kent chuckled and put down his wine glass, "Of course, I will not reject capable people, even if they are not so... …Sociable.”

"I have heard about some of the things you did after coming to Bayam, but I still want to remind you to try not to provoke the pirates on the bounty list. I mean not to confront them head-on, because they are all desperadoes. Leave the information to me and let us handle it. You can get most of the bounty while avoiding exposing your identity."

Doesn't he know that I already have a few pirates killed... didn't Ireland tell him?

Klein thought and nodded expressionlessly.

In the past few days after returning to Bayam, Angel and he entered a state of cold war after knowing his identity in the "world". He would still return to the "Blue Wind" every day, but he would sleep in the second bedroom and stay there during the day. No trace was seen, and there was only a brief greeting when we met. If he hadn't found out through divination that Angel had been busy with Elaine and Dominic to form the "Redhead" sailor team, he would have thought that something even more unacceptable had happened...

She was about to send the pirate back into the water when the latter shouted in panic:

Kent paused as if he was choked and took a sip of his beer.

I don’t know how long the shelf life of Darkwill’s medicine is... No, Klein, you have to focus on business, look for acting opportunities, and save money as soon as possible to prepare for promotion, so that you can protect her... Secretly Sighing, Klein looked coldly at the military intelligence officer across the table, waiting for him to continue introducing the "rules" here.

But in front of me is a big pirate worth a bounty of 5400 pounds, and I am the crazy adventurer, Gehrman Sparrow!

"boom!"

A gunshot was heard not far away, and the three men in front of Angel all shrank their necks. This is the sensitivity necessary for survival at sea. Those who do not know how to avoid stray bullets will have died in the corner of a certain bar, or In a dark alley.

After a while, Angel mentioned one of them, and after he coughed and vomited desperately, spitting out the water in his lungs and stomach, he asked:

"boom--"

"Don't worry, the gunshots are very far away. There are at least four or five walls in between, so they can't hit you." With a chuckle, Angel shook his finger, and the invisible threads shook, causing the three people who were hanging upside down to The man moved down a few centimeters, "But if you don't answer my question, you will soon experience something much more terrifying than being hit by a bullet."

"I don't think she would say no to someone giving her money."

"Recruit?"

"Anyway, I hope you will report to us first when you see those dangerous pirates, instead of... what are you looking at?"

Klein stared behind Kent, where a tall man with short eyebrows and deep eyes walked out of the basement exit. He was looking over here with searching eyes.

"Sorry, I forgot you didn't want to say it."

Send money?

Huge gunshots rang in the ears of Kent and the bar guests. At this moment, he released the depression that had accumulated in his chest for several days and regained the memory of the time he had just arrived at sea, when he and Angel violently beat "Sea Eagle" Luo in Damier Port. Roots and guarded pleasure.

Plopping the tough-talking pirate back into the water, she picked up the other one.

Plop, plop, three consecutive sounds of falling into the water. The heads of the three "Hanged Man" were immersed in the wooden barrels filled with water below. The coldness and panic of suddenly entering the water made them unable to hold their breath, and a series of bubbles floated up. On the water surface, accompanied by a muffled sound of gurgling, their bound limbs struggled desperately. The silk threads drew blood marks on their skin, but they could not move at all.

Angel's answer was a mouthful of angry spittle, which turned into ice particles before flying to her and fell to the ground.

As for whether to comply or not, that is my business...

Although Dominic's targets are all pirates and wanted criminals with many evil deeds, Angel is still a little uncomfortable with this kind of interrogation method that tortures the other party physically and mentally.

"I have no family."

Us Kent was stunned for several seconds before he understood what the other party meant. He looked around subconsciously and felt that the pirates in this room who were not even worthy of the bounty were like gold pounds that would be delivered to their door.

"In the past, there were many, um, young people in their prime like you. Every year when I went to visit their graves, I would regret not making it clear in advance: Never expose your identity in front of those pirates, they will not show any mercy. If I can't deal with you with my heart, not to mention the spirit of chivalry, I will try to find out about you, deal with your family, kidnap, assassinate, poison, and use all possible means."

"I really don't know gulu gulu..."

The adventurer opposite him suddenly sneered.

However, in the process of helping the intelligence dealer solve the "troublesome target" in the past few days, she could feel that the digestion progress of the potion had improved significantly. This once again verified her acting code, giving the other party physical and mental comfort. Pain is an effective method, and it is not limited to combat.

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What a madman, I shouldn't have let Ellan bring him to see me... Kent muttered, his eyes returning to Gehrman Sparrow across the table.

After a while, Angel walked out of the basement and sat on the sofa in the living room of this private house, waiting for Dominic to complete the rest of the interrogation.

With a cold smile on his lips, Klein pulled out the huge revolver from his windbreaker under the horrified gaze of Us Kent, and aimed it at the "Smooth Talker" with a swish.

It was Misol King, the Blarney Talker, who sent me to the Black Death when I was dressed as Elaine. Why is he here, still observing me? "Lieutenant General Disease" Tracy was preparing to track down the person who destroyed her flagship that day, but she didn't dare to provoke Mr. Azik, so she started with the resistance and Daniz, and finally found me?

Klein quickly analyzed it, and his first reaction was to pretend not to see it, and then tell the military contact in front of him later, or use divination and disguise to track the opponent and wait for a move.

"What about you? Are you recruiting?"

Disappointedly, Angel stuffed the pirate with a bad memory back into the bucket, and fished out the first tough-talking guy. He pretended to be stunned for a moment while he gasped thankfully, and smiled apologetically.

This is in line with his habit of "not fighting an unprepared battle" when he was a magician, but...

"Or attack your companions or friends. You always have companions. As Ireland said, you don't want her to fall into all kinds of dangers, right?"

"Don't! Don't! I said it, I said it all!"

Seeing that the three people in front of her had no intention of speaking, she sighed and looked at Dominic beside her, and after the other person nodded, she loosened her fingers.

If it weren't for digesting the "Pain" potion, I could have solved the problem directly by using channeling or divination... She sighed tiredly and curled up into the soft sofa.

My family... His eyes dimmed for a moment, and Klein used his "Faceless Man" ability to cover up the changes.

"Pooh--"

But the acting seems to be missing a big piece... Is there some rule that I haven't found yet?

Angel was thinking, and suddenly thought of the conversation between the "ageless" witch Catalina and Tracy on the Black Death.

"Remember this pain, it will make you grow..."

She muttered again, seeming to have caught a clue.

Do I need to let myself feel the pain? It's similar to the fire torture during promotion, or it may have some kind of psychological effect... Otherwise, try to hang Klein out for a few more days. He seems to have felt my "cold war" these days, but it doesn't help digesting the potion. …

Thoughts flashed through his mind. Listening to the rustling sounds coming from the basement, Angel sighed again, grabbed the "News" from a few days ago on the coffee table next to him, and passed the time.

"The interview time for the 1350 Unified Examination for Government Employees has been announced!" 》

Loon's government employee exam?

Her eyes stayed on this report, but her mind flew back to the Northern Continent, thinking of Melissa and Benson.

Did Mr. Benson pass his exam?

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"Are you really sure you passed the second round?"

Melissa asked with a deliberately straight face as she stirred the cream of mushroom soup in front of her with a spoon.

"It's basically certain," Benson, wearing a newly purchased silk top hat that covered his receding hairline, replied with a smile, "I got to know a few examiners from Tingen after the first round of exams. Although they won’t reveal the questions to me, I can still get some information after the exam, and I should prepare for the interview at the end of the month.”

"I've asked you to prepare it a long time ago, including buying new clothes and learning interview conversation skills in advance..."

Although she was still complaining, a smile broke out on Melissa's face.

While chatting, the waiter brought today's main course, braised Tillis beef short ribs, to their table next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

This newly opened Intis restaurant on Williams Street in the West End specializes in original Intis dishes. The menu does not bother to modify it according to the taste of the Loon people. Even the waiters, chefs, and even the apparently redundant guards at the door all have the same appearance. Intis people are easily distinguishable, wearing bright and exaggerated clothes and speaking with a high tone.

Corresponding to the authentic service are high prices. If it weren't for the many discounts offered by the new store opening, the brother and sister would not be willing to have a meal here, even if it was to celebrate passing the second round of exams.

Cutting the steak with unfamiliar movements, Melissa suddenly said:

"Benson, now that you have passed two-thirds of the exam, you have to think about settling in Backlund and your subsequent lifelong events."

"What?" Benson, who had chewed a mouthful of beef and was using table wine to help him swallow, was stunned.

"I mean our neighbor, the blond lady!" Melissa couldn't help but lightly kicked her brother under the table to break his silly expression. "I found that you secretly observed her many times. You have to adapt to the speed of big cities and be brave, you are almost 30 years old!"

"I, I just think she looks a bit like Miss Granger..."

Benson denied his intentions and hurriedly drank two sips of the low-alcohol wine that came with him. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes were evasive.

But this answer seemed to touch Melissa's memory. She lost her interest in teasing, put down her knife and fork, and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows that were covered with fog in winter.

"I also think they are very similar..."

She said softly while looking at the carriage passing slowly on the street.

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After getting off the carriage, Forse Wall tightened the scarf around his neck to block the cold winter wind, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked forward along Williams Street.

She is completing the task entrusted by Mr. "World" through the Tarot Society and observing the anomalies on this street.

The last time she came here, she didn't find any other problems except the Fusak and Intis people who filled the streets. As the largest city in the Kingdom of Loen and even the entire northern continent, it was not a big deal for some foreigners to wander here. Nothing strange.

"There are even more restaurants in Intis... They seem to be offering discounts. When I get paid as Mr. World, do you want to bring Xio over for a feast in Intis?"

With difficulty, Forsi looked away from the warm restaurant behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, the steaming steaks, and the devouring brothers and sisters. With the mentality of being conscientious and worthy of remuneration, Forsi carefully observed the streets.

Soon, she came to the middle of the street, where a small church had long been abandoned and was covered with weeds and vines. She had not explored it because she had walked through it roughly last time. This time she carefully avoided the excrement and excrement of unknown creatures. The muddy puddle went into the depths.

"This church has been abandoned for so long, why has it never been renovated or demolished... In Backlund, where land is at a premium, is this an anomaly?"

Muttering to himself, Forsi quickly glanced around, and with a sharp look, he discovered a real problem.

In the collapsed corner of the church, the exposed earth seemed to have been dug by someone. There was a lot of floating soil left around, and there were even traces of finger digging.

"Is this...someone digging a hole without using tools, just digging it with their hands?"

Taking note of this problem, Forsi left the church the same way he came, preparing to hand over all his findings to "the world" later through Mr. Fool.

At the same time, her imagination as a writer couldn't help but appear in her mind a scene of a mysterious man kneeling on the ground under the crimson moonlight, digging a hole with his hands like a marmot.

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Ince Zangwill raised his hands in front of his eyes and examined them carefully. There were bunches of dark yellow mud between each of his fingers, as if he had been digging in the field like a groundhog. Clinging to tree roots.

But he remembered that he slept well in bed last night!

Looking out the window solemnly, he was relieved to find that he was still in this house in the North District, not in a warehouse on a farm in the countryside.

Zangwill's eyes turned to the desk. The quill he had carefully sealed in an expensive metal box last night appeared next to a worn notebook.

Lines of text were written on the opened notes, describing his current situation. Even the wandering of his eyes and the doubts in his mind were written on the paper, as if they were destined to happen.

"...Ince Zangwill looked blankly into the mirror, trying to find some overlooked clues on his body, but in the mirror he had thick dark circles under his eyes and a blue complexion, as if he was about to die..."

He subconsciously looked at the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. His face in the mirror was livid, just as described in his notes.

Cursing secretly, the former archbishop, who had just gotten up, came to the table, picked up the quill, and looked at the last line of the note, where it was recorded in jumping words:

"...The worry in his heart became more and more intense. He cautiously picked up his notebook and quill, packed his simple luggage, and decided to change his residence today."

After a while, the sullen Ince Zangwill carried his luggage, wore a common thick windbreaker, covered his blind eye with a top hat, and left Pinster Street quickly.

People were coming and going around him, and people squeezed past him from time to time, but turned a blind eye to him.

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After squeezing past a middle-aged gentleman who was dressed strangely and walked in a hurry, Emlyn White stood outside the door of No. 7 Pinster Street.

He first carefully took out the metal bottle and drank the potion against dreams, and then knocked on the door.

A moment later, a man with black hair and green eyes, casually dressed, and a free and easy temperament opened the door and looked at him suspiciously.

"Hello, Leonard Mitchell?"

Emlyn seemed polite, but in fact he greeted him arrogantly and looked at this young man whose appearance and temperament were not inferior to those of the vampires.

"I am, what's the matter with you?"

Leonard frowned slightly and answered cautiously.

"I want to buy a magical item, an item that can steal extraordinary abilities from others."

Emlyn said softly, and almost as soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the surrounding light became quiet, and his body and mind seemed to fall into silence.

"Nice dreaming technique, but it doesn't work for me."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, feeling the pleasure of being prepared and able to deal with others perfectly.

Seeing that the opponent's brows were furrowed and his limbs were tense, as if he was about to enter a fighting state, he quickly took out the badge entrusted to him by "The World" and waved it in front of Leonard's eyes.

"It turned out to be their people..."

After seeing the badge that symbolized "destiny" and "invisibility", Leonard's expression calmed down significantly. Without any movement on his part, the surrounding scene disappeared like fragments and returned to a normal street.

With a arrogant smile, Emlyn followed the other party into the room, and after a moment, he retreated slightly embarrassed.

Leonard Mitchell’s bold asking price shocked the Tarot Club’s “Moon.”

For 7000 pounds, how many new dolls and custom-made dresses can I buy?

Even if he didn't have to pay for it himself, Emlyn, who had experienced the importance of money at the Tarot Club, was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

He avoided the dazzling sunlight, walked through the shadows on the street, and left Pinster Street.

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Emerging from the shadows on the roadside, Leonard's handsome eyebrows furrowed tightly as he watched the vampire enter the "Harvest Church" of Mother Earth.

It wasn't until he returned home to the North District and sat back on the sofa in the living room that he tilted his head and asked quietly:

"Old man, what do you think this is going on?"

"You can't tell. He does hold the badge of the 'Hermit of Destiny', but it obviously doesn't belong to him." A slightly older voice emerged from his mind, "You have already quoted the price, just wait for his reaction. He The person behind it will definitely send him to continue to contact us."

"At that time, it will be your area of ​​expertise..."

Leonard said, his brows gradually relaxed, and he was about to pick up the document on the table next to him to read, when he suddenly tilted his head and asked doubtfully:

"Tell me, is there a friend or enemy from the same era as you behind him?"

"You've been thinking a lot lately, which is a good thing, but there are more and more useless guesses, which will only waste time." The "old man" chuckled, making Leonard's face freeze. "If he is behind There is no need for such a temptation to stand against my enemies, I have been weak for many years, and being exposed now means failure."

The conversation changed and the old voice continued with ridicule:

"If you want to play a detective game and find something to do, you might as well read the document in your hand and find some useful clues to track down the person you want to revenge."

Leonard sat on the sofa in silence. After a long time, he took the file and started reading it.

This is a case file he copied from Red Gloves from memory, about the death of Capin who was involved in human trafficking, and the "Tarot" clues that appeared in it.

The page he turned to was the investigation report of one of the rescued girls, Emily O'Neill, and the mysterious death case of the O'Neill family that was deliberately concealed by the bribed neighborhood police. The pen circled two names.

"Eileen Watson."

"Sherlock Moriarty."

He had an impression of the former name. In the "Hillston District Aurora Society Attack Case" where the "Black Emperor" appeared, this "divineer" was investigated by the Nighthawks, but there was no doubt at the time, so it did not cause any trouble. Notice.

The latter had participated in the investigation of the Apostle of Desire in the "Assassination of Duke Negan".

In these cases, "Tarot cards" appeared!

(End of this chapter)