Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 652 Hidden Informant

When night gradually enveloped Trier, Angel got off the carriage, rejected the coachman's promotional hotel introduction, and found a hotel on his own that could be considered luxurious in District 13.

After all, I came to Trier in the name of "business trip". If I stay in one of those low-end hotels, I might be suspected when the Loen military investigates me... She muttered, using the false identity she had prepared in advance. Checked into the "Riverside Hotel" with the Felkin banknotes printed with the image of the first president of the Republic of Intis.

Of course, she did not use the appearance of Eileen Watson, nor the beauty of Christine Theresa that could attract onlookers, but slightly modified it through the "hypocrisy" ring, but it can also be done through disguise. Camouflage done.

It felt like she was back on her last trip to Trier. If there were another college student squatting at the door and a few sneaky "Eighth Bureau" members looking across the street, it would be more like... She came to her own In the suite, he quickly put away his modest luggage and took his valuables with him or threw them into the "mirror space" to avoid being stolen.

After completing this, she called for room service and ordered a dinner that was not sumptuous but had local characteristics. She ate with the night view of the Serenzo River outside the window while thinking about her next move.

"First of all, my 'mission' on the surface is to open up the channels for smuggling arms. This is not difficult. I don't even need to do it myself. I just need to contact Elaine and ask her to provide some channels. It is best to contact Sauron. The family has some connections but no actual contact. After all, the arms do not need to travel from Intis, it is just a superficial disguise...

"Secondly, there is the mission of the Church of the Night to investigate the 'Man in the Mirror'. The only orthodox gods of the Republic of Intis are the 'Eternal Blazing Sun' and the 'God of Steam and Machinery'. The Church of the Goddess cannot get involved, which results in almost nothing on the surface. People can help me. Even if the Church of Steam also preaches in Loen, the church in Trier will not stand on the side of darkness.

"So, the informant given to me by Archbishop Anthony is the only power I can use at the moment. In addition, the local underground gathering of extraordinary people can also try their luck, but it is similar to Backlund, Tingen and other places. , the gathering here must also be closely monitored by official extraordinary people, and the risk is not small.

"If other methods fail, you can also look for the 'Witch Cult' in Trier. This may require the help of the faction of 'White Saint' Katarina. She once showed her favor to me with clues about potion materials. The position may be leaning towards my side, but my old boss in Backlund, Servilia Langdon, is alive in Trier. With her presence, I may be exposed as an official Beyonder at any time...

"It seems that the informant is living a good life in Trier. The place he lives in is close to a more prosperous area. Compared with the chaotic streets just now, the air here is fresher and there are no pedestrians wandering on the streets... Well, The smaller the numbers in Trier's 20 districts, the closer they are to the city center and the higher the property prices..."

The door was gently pushed open, and he glanced secretly at the streets on both sides. Seeing that there was no one else on the street except Angel, he looked back and rustled a certain mechanism behind the door.

dong dong.

According to the information provided by the archbishop, Angel replied in Rune language:
"Is it late now? Look out the window, the night is watching you."

"come in."

A full minute passed before a suppressed male voice came from the window next to the balcony on the second floor, asking in Intis:
"It's so late, who is it?"

Upon hearing these words, the man on the second floor stopped breathing suddenly, and then slowly exhaled after a moment, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching from near to far, and then gradually approaching again.

Before they could even speak, the "disease" that Angel quietly released caused the drunkards who were originally unsteady to fall over, vomited, and some even fell into coma.

This time, she did not take a hired carriage, but based on the street signs and the occasionally visible area map that was not covered by posted advertisements, she found Honey Badger Street in District 13, which is northeast of the Candide Market area and close to District 12.

Angel muttered as he came to the door of No. 46 Honey Badger Street and stopped.

Angel was not dissatisfied with the man's cautiousness. In fact, it satisfied her imagination of a "spy". If she had just read out the code word and the other party invited her in as if she were a relative, she would instead be suspicious of the person in the room. Was there a whole team of "Machine Hearts" or "Purifiers" hidden, waiting to knock her to the ground?

With the hot bamboo chicken pie, grilled oysters and other Trier delicacies filling her stomach, Angel also figured out what she was about to do. She drank a glass of non-alcoholic table wine in one gulp, asked the waiter to take away the tableware, and put on her clothes. Put on the cloak, put on a little disguise, and left the Riverside Hotel.

Angel knocked on the copper-clad wooden door, and the dull sound echoed in the deserted street.

For a "disease" of this level, even if extraordinary people come to investigate, they can't find anything wrong. They will only think that it is a symptom caused by alcohol poisoning... Angel left the alley mixed with the smell of alcohol and sour smell, and gradually came to the street lamp Areas that are denser and have cleaner exteriors.

This is one of three townhouses, similar to the house Angel lives in on Daffodil Street in Tingen. Standing on the street, you can see the balcony on the second floor, with some men's clothes hanging on it, giving it a sense of life.

"Finally, it's about the relationship between my own power and the underground 'pollution' in Trier. The black cats Wensa and Arrods have both warned me not to get in touch easily, but maybe this is the only place I can find that can unlock my The solution to the mystery... Tomorrow morning, the 'charging' of the silver mirror will be completed. You can try to contact Arrods for help. "

There was no tea or coffee, and he was even a little wary, or worried... Quickly catching the informant's negative emotions, Angel chuckled and asked confirmingly:

On the way, Angel inevitably encountered obstacles on the streets that were even more chaotic than those in Backlund's East District. A few drunkards might have been addicted to alcohol, or they might have seen Angel alone, and his figure under the cloak was quite attractive. , swaying and blocking her way.

Of course, as a demigod, even if a team of official Beyonders were stationed there, there was nothing they could do to her. However, this would end all tasks in advance and might even cause disputes between churches, which was best avoided.

With this thought in mind, Angel followed the tall and thin man with neatly combed brown hair into the living room and sat down under the dim gas light.

"Dario Brown?"

"It's me," the brown-haired man nodded. He was about 30 years old, and his face already showed a tiredness that did not belong to a young man. "It has been 8 years, and you are the first person to say those words in front of me. "

"Have you been in Trier for eight years?" Angel asked curiously. She looked around the living room and found that it was just like the balcony she saw on the street. It was full of life, with various trinkets and old coffee. The pots and cups, the carpet with some lint, and the faintly black wallpaper around the gas lamp all indicate that this house has been used for a long time and frequently, rather than being a temporary stronghold.

The door she just entered was connected to hinges and several bells by thin ropes. If they were not released and pushed open at will, the bells might be heard even across the street.

"For eight years," Danio nodded, his eyes narrowed and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, "I became a believer in steam, but I didn't dare to enter their church, and I didn't dare to work in the police station, but I didn't dare to be too active. , so as not to reveal his identity after being promoted, I have met several girls who are attracted to me, and I dare not confess to them... Fortunately, you are here, maybe after this time..."

I always felt that something would happen after he said these words... Seeing this, Angel quickly interrupted the other party:

"Let's get to the point. All you need to do is provide some information. You don't need to participate in the operation. There won't be any danger."

Danio opened his mouth, nodded after a moment, and said no more words.

Angel first asked a few simple questions and confirmed that Danio was a Sequence 9 "Hunter" who worked at the District 12 Police Station on the north bank of the Serenzo River. He had been converted from a patrol officer to a civilian position, so he had contact with many other people. The information about the district comes to the point:

"Did you become an Extraordinary before or after you started lurking?"

"Before I came to Trier, I became an Beyonder. That accident also allowed me to join the 'Nighthawks' and become a peripheral member... Due to this identity, when personnel were sent into Trier, they were the first to Time thought of me."

"Are there any other 'people' in Trier besides you?"

"At least I don't have anyone around me. Even if there is someone else, I wouldn't know the contact information."

"Do you know about the 'Witch Cult'? Do you have any information about them?"

"I've only seen this name in the church's internal documents. I mean the Church of Night... Trier's police system is similar to Loen's. Cases with extraordinary powers will be immediately transferred to the 'Mechanical Heart' or 'Purification' ', so it is difficult to have access to internal information, but I try to collect and organize information, maybe there is something you need."

This informant, who had the physical strength and energy of a "Hunter", was thoughtful in thinking, and answered fluently, answered in turn, then pulled out a thick notebook in the study and handed it to Angel.

The latter took it and flipped through it roughly, and found that they were all about the location and time of gatherings of underground extraordinary people, records of certain abnormal cases, areas with significantly higher than average crime rates or death rates, and other information, which made her sigh with emotion. Oh, the delicacy of my mind.

Based on the clues in her notes, she quickly found the marriage dates of congressmen, senior officials and some wealthy businessmen from December last year until now. She picked out the less clear parts of the woman's origin and asked Danio to copy them down one by one.

"I need detailed information about them, preferably photos or portraits."

Angel suspected that Servilia, who had fled to Trier and claimed that she was no longer a baroness and wanted to "change her ways," was among them.

Of course, according to the path dependence of the witch sect, there must have been other witches who had mixed into Trier's upper class circles earlier, but that would take longer to find out, and Angel didn't know them, so it would be better to directly learn from his old family. The boss started.

After looking at the more than 20 lists at hand, Danio frowned, made some calculations in his mind, and then answered:

"It will take at least three days. I can only check the database in my spare time, otherwise it will easily attract the attention of others."

"Then start tomorrow. I'll come back to you in three days," Angel ordered, and then turned the note to another page that she was interested in. "What are these secret groups composed entirely of women?"

"After the great smog in Backlund, the police system once conducted a screening of the secret groups in Trier. I suspect it was the request of the official extraordinary people. They probably wanted to find out whether there were witches, but it was ultimately confirmed These 'Blessed Society', 'Narcissus Society' and other groups are just secret societies of women... who love women."

Danio had a strange expression on his face and answered hesitantly.

I understand this... Angel closed the note with some embarrassment and stuffed it into the secret pocket under his cloak. He was going to go back and study it carefully. Then he stood up and stretched out his hand to draw a scarlet mark on his chest. Zhiyue said:

"Then I'll get those materials in three days. May the goddess bless you."

The believer of the goddess who had been dormant for eight years subconsciously pointed out the triangular holy emblem of the "God of Steam and Machinery" on his chest, and only abruptly changed his gesture at the end.

"Sorry, I'm used to it..."

He smiled to himself.

Until Angel left Honey Badger Street and entered another alley, Danio was still standing at the door of his house, staring blankly in this direction in the dim light, wondering what he was thinking.

(End of this chapter)