The knock came from the front door.

Do people in this world have the habit of visiting the door in the middle of the night?

Looking at the red moon in the sky outside the window, Angel hesitated to open the door.

First of all, she had to prepare a weapon to her disposal, and she looked around, her eyes swept over the burning stick by the fireplace, then at the flowerbed at the door of the study, and finally returned to the desk in front of her as if attracted by a mysterious power.

Following the memory in her mind, she opened the desk drawer, took out a large dictionary, and opened the dark compartment at the bottom of the drawer, which contained a neat stack of banknotes, scattered more than a dozen coins, a pocket watch that looked valuable, a notebook with a yellowed cover, and a revolver lying quietly on the notebook.

Ignoring the rest, Angel reached for the revolver, the wooden grip and metal body that gave her a sense of relief for the first time in a long time.

With no time waiting, she quickly shook off the wheel, confirmed that the magazine was filled with five rounds, and that all of them had never been fired, and then withdrew the bullets, estimating the weight and dimensions.

"0.45 caliber, this is not suitable for women, and the recoil will probably be a bit large." Angel studied the bullet in his hand, "but this female body hides as much strength as a grown man, and it is not at all difficult to hold this three-pound pistol in one hand, and it even seems to be at ease." She reloaded her magazine, quickly changed positions with her gun in her hand, and found that the slender arm was incredibly powerful, and she had greater confidence in the battle that might ensue.

"Knock-" The knock on the door sounded again, and Angel no longer hesitated, picked up her revolver and walked towards the living room, taking the burning stick with her as well, just to be on the safe side.

Bypassing the bay belly window facing the street, she made her way to the main entrance. There was no sound behind the door, as if the visitor couldn't wait and left.

Angel was not deceived by such appearances, and she recalled the "Assassin", or one of the basic abilities that all extraordinary beings possess, "Vision".

She used her tongue to push her back molars into the lower left of the top of her face, activating the vision that had belonged to Cole Granger.

Extraordinaries who enter the state of psionic vision can observe objects with spiritual properties in their line of sight, including various extraordinary objects, spiritually rich materials, and of course, living beings.

This spiritual light can penetrate even obstacles of lower thickness.

Under the spiritual vision, in addition to the faint spirituality emanating from his own body, there was only a faint white light behind the door that was enough to penetrate the crack in the door.

After repeatedly confirming that the person was still standing behind the door, she quickly turned off the vision, and in just these ten seconds, Angel felt that her spiritual energy had tended to dry up, which was of course due to her physical and mental instability, but it was also obvious that the spiritual power of spiritual vision consumed a lot.

She held a gun against the door frame in her right hand and a burning stick in her left hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?" "If you don't answer in five seconds, I'll shoot—she added silently in her mind.

"It's me." A soft voice came from behind the door, with a tactful trill, sounding like a young woman.

After a moment's thought, Angel remembered the owner of the voice: Mrs. Sharon.

Sharon Hoy was the most famous and beautiful widow in Tingen, and the most sought-after lady in social situations, she was the second wife of Baron Hoy, but unfortunately became a widow.

Mrs. Sharon was very popular in the business and political circles of Tingen, not only because of her special status, but also because of her long-sleeved and good dancing methods, and the "secret relationship" she maintained with many dignitaries. But for Cole Granger, Lady Sharon's most special identity was to guide him into the extraordinary world and become the mentor of the "Assassins".

According to the memory in his mind, Mrs. Sharon herself is also an extraordinary person, and like Cole, she was also promoted by the "Assassin", but when it comes to the specific sequence, Cole does not know, only that she is at least the "witch" of Sequence 7.

It was already clear who was coming, but Angel didn't open the door, but pulled the pistol hammer open, unabashedly letting the sound of parts rubbing to the other side of the door: "Please go back." ”

The person outside the door didn't seem to care at all that he was being pointed at gunpoint, but said calmly:

"Heh, it sounds like you've been promoted. As I said, this promotion is a game-changer for you in every sense. After a few days when your condition is stable, I suggest you come to the old place to meet up, it will help you master the power of potions. ”

"I put the things you are looking for in the mailbox, that guy has offered a reward of two hundred pounds in the Tingen Morning Post, you can go and take the bounty, it will be my reward for your successful promotion."

"By the way, there are some women's clothes I brought you, and you don't want to go out in men's clothes after dawn, do you?"

Leaving a strange three words, the people outside the door were silent, and Angel turned on the vision again, but found nothing.

She didn't dare to relax at all, still holding a gun at the door, and it was not until there was no movement outside the door after five minutes that she carefully put away her weapon.

Bet right.

In my memory, Cole Granger and Mrs. Sharon have a good relationship, especially after becoming the "instigator", perhaps because they feel that Cole's rapid growth is worth investing in, which makes Mrs. Sharron's relationship with him a step further, well, that's the kind of relationship.

From Angel's point of view, it's almost certain that Mrs. Sharon used the seduction abilities of the instigator or higher. But there is no doubt that Cole Granger was being toyed with by Mrs. Sharon.

It wasn't until he was promoted to "witch" that he learned that potions would turn him into a woman, and he woke up from a dream and resolutely refused Mrs. Sharon's request, claiming that he would never take potions.

Of course, Angel's presence here shows that Cole's so-called "never" does not seem to be so firm.

Based on the relationship between the two in memory, Angel successfully played the role of an emotionally unstable woman after a successful promotion, turned Mrs. Sharon away, and successfully mixed up the meeting.

She had a hunch that once the door was opened and the two met, things would definitely go the other way.

After confirming that Mrs. Sharon had left, Angel opened the main door, looked around for a while, saw that there was no one on the street, quickly reached out and took the package from the mailbox next to the door, and then closed the door and locked it.

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There won't be any traps or curses, right?

Angel looked at the package on the table, pensive.

She poked the package with a burning stick, and the outer layer of the cloth collapsed easily, and it didn't seem to be a hard object inside.

After obtaining the weapon, the heart that calmed down was restless again, Angel knew very well that this was the change after coming into contact with Mrs. Sharon, it was the anxiety caused by the difference in strength, and her soft words also had an inexplicable effect.

This made her realize that "language" can also be a weapon for the extraordinary.

Setting the burning stick aside, she raised her gun in one hand, and with the other lifted the wrapped cloth, a delicate badge tumbling down the table, and below it were several neatly stacked clothes.

Is it really here to deliver clothes?

With the revolver within easy reach, she picked up a piece of clothing from the table, shook it open, and found that it was an unexpectedly conservative dress, and the rest were also women's dresses, even a few sets of underwear and two pairs of flat shoes.

"At least not high heels......," Angel reassured herself, "and the clothes aren't revealing." Even if she somehow became a woman, she couldn't accept the overly revealing outfits.

Putting down the woman's clothes, she picked up the badge that had slipped aside when she lifted the package, and she took a closer look at the badge's appearance.

It is a brass badge about half the size of a palm, with a symmetrical octagonal shape and a heavy feel. In the center of one side is a teardrop-shaped amethyst the size of a broad bean, which reflects a strange light under the double illumination of red moonlight and yellow light. On the other side is engraved the words "Gift to Quentin Cohen - Azik Eggers", and on closer inspection, there is a line of flowing small letters on the back, "Carry it closely, remember".

It turned out to be a gift from someone else, no wonder the owner would spend two hundred pounds on this item, just looking at the craftsmanship and cheap amethyst, the street gift shop estimated that it could be bought for 10 pounds, at most a little money to engrave it.

After confirming that it was just an ordinary commemorative badge, Angel lost interest in it and threw the "two hundred pounds" aside, since Mrs. Sharon had said that it could be taken for a reward, and she did not mind trying it when she had time.

After the "Mrs. Sharon crisis" was resolved, she began to think about her current situation again.

As soon as he thought that a man in his 30s suddenly came to a different world, became a young girl now, and was carrying a murder case, Angel had a splitting headache, and he wanted to shoot himself in the head with a revolver to see if he could return to the original world.

However, her intuition told her that it should not be as simple as how to die and go back, and that death on the other side of the earth must have triggered some extremely special mechanism to bring the soul to this world, possessing Cole Granger, who was also dead, and becoming what it is now under the effect of the "witch" potion.

By the way, Cole Granger is a man, and I'm a woman now, so what does the murder he committed have to do with me? Anyway, you can't catch me on the head, right?

Thinking about this, Angel suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, at least she didn't have to worry about being hunted by the authorities now. Being wanted would not only make it difficult for her to move around the city, but it would also cause a lot of psychological stress for her, a former Templar, even if it wasn't her doing.

But even if she doesn't have to worry about Cole Granger's crimes affecting herself, Angel now needs a legal identity, and her original male identity can't be used anymore even if she is not wanted.

I don't know if applying for a fake certificate can solve this problem, after all, there is no network and database in this world, as long as it is realistic enough, it should be easy to fool the past.

In addition to the fake identity, he must find a new residence as soon as possible and say goodbye to the identity of "Cole Granger" completely, so that even if his previous crimes are really discovered, the police can only find this empty residence and Cole Granger who has disappeared from the world.

When you settle down and find a way to go back, this is also a world with extraordinary abilities, and the possibility of returning to your hometown is still very high.

By the way, the basement must be cleaned up for ritual traces to avoid the police thinking that Cole Granger changed his identity through potions......

With a few things in order in mind, Angeldon was so motivated that she went to the bathroom to get buckets, mops, and brushes, and went to the basement to scrub away the strange radiating bloodstains, and the tables, candlesticks, and other furniture were shuffled again, and the potions were thrown into the kitchen, trying to make no sense of anything otherworldly.

Although the scrubbed floor still smelled faintly fishy, it was no longer so noticeable when mixed with the humid air of the basement, and Angel decided to go out and buy some cheap meat that was about to expire and pretend to forget it in the corner of the basement, so that it would not be long before the rancid smell would completely cover up the smell of blood.

After taking the bucket and mop back to the bathroom and washing them up, Angel changed out of her clothes and pants, which had been soaked with sweat and sewage, took a simple shower, and put on the women's clothes that Lady Sharon had sent her.

"I have to say that this body, both in appearance and figure, is much stronger than those female stars I have seen on TV and the Internet before." Angel hurriedly put on unfamiliar women's underwear, looked at Miaoman's body in the mirror, and inevitably fell into a reverie.

Before she knew it, she had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror for a quarter of an hour.

"It's so terrible that I can't even resist it, if I am seen by other men......" Angel shuddered, woke up, and hurriedly buttoned the top of the dress to cover the whiteness between her collarbone and neck. He drew a cross on his chest and asked for forgiveness for his confusion.

The next step was to tackle the stomach problem and take a look around the house – both of which could be done together, as Angel found that although there was a kitchen, it was impossible to use it.

She had already gone to the kitchen to check, it seemed that Cole Granger, who originally lived here, was not in the habit of cooking at home alone, there was no trace of oil smoke in those cooking utensils, and the stove could be lit, but unfortunately the seasoning was difficult to use, the salt was damp and clumped, the black pepper jar had a slight white spot, which should be moldy, and the lard even had a strange layer of hair on the surface, and only half a can of tea still survived because it remained dry.

Dumping all these spoiled seasonings in the trash, Angel decided to go out and solve the problem of eating.

Perhaps it was because the soul and body were becoming more and more integrated, waking up in the middle of the night until the early morning now, Angel kept recalling some memory fragments, most of which were common-sense content that did not involve specific memories, such as the use of the gas meter, the exchange ratio of gold pounds, sylles, and pennies (pennies are also used here), and there were also 365-366 days a year, seven days a week, 24 hours a day, and so on.

There are also a few vague memories of Cole Granger's life, but most of them are recent, and the older the memories become, the more blurred they become, until she can't remember them until she wants to.

"Let's go to the restaurant he frequents first, it's affordable and tastes good." Angel opened the desk drawer, picked out a £10 note from the neatly stacked notes in the dark compartment, hesitated for a moment and put it back again, replacing it with three £1 notes, two 5 sules, and a small handful of copper pennies.

The purchasing power of the world's gold pound is much higher than that of the earth's pound, and it is neither convenient nor safe to go out and buy things with large bills.

But Cole is really rich, this drawer alone is probably no less than 300 gold pounds, it seems that he should have made a lot of money before he washed his hands of the assassin gold basin. Angel looked at the drawers of all denominations of ill-sourced bills, and the last trace of guilt for taking other people's money at will disappeared.

Before going out, she made a simple holster out of strips of old bed sheets, tied the revolver to her right thigh, and when she lowered the loose skirt, her appearance was completely unrecognizable.

Tucking bills and coins into her pocket, Angel left the back door, made a long detour through sparsely populated back alleys, and returned to the street.

The house that temporarily belonged to her was located at Daffodil Straße 6 in Tingen, one of the townhouses, with a four-sloped roof and a gray-blue façade, and although it was only two floors, the chimney was not lower than the three-storey building next to it.

It's 8 a.m., the busiest time of the day, with vendors crowding the streets hawking their wares and shops putting up signs waiting for customers to patronize.

Taking a sip of the air, which was mixed with the aroma of bread, the aroma of fat and the spicy taste, Angel finally felt that she was back in the world, and the anxiety in her heart after crossing for no reason was temporarily suppressed, and her stomach began to twitch after not eating for a long time, reminding herself what was the most important thing to do now.