Now that he had made up his mind, Angel did not take the public carriage to the steam train station in Tingen as originally planned, but went straight to a hired carriage parked on the street corner.

"Go to the Dragon Bar in the Docklands." She told the coachman, who was sitting in the driver's seat with his legs crossed, that the docks on the outskirts of the city had the largest underground market in Tingen, and that she needed to be well prepared before dealing with Mrs. Sharon.

"It's 12 pence to get to the docks, and if you have to take a carriage back, you might as well charter a carriage for 2 soles an hour, and you can go wherever you want." The coachman gave an offer.

Without hesitation, Angel took the carriage, and now it was time to race against the clock, and she didn't have time to find another carriage to go back.

Looking out the window at the rapidly moving backside streetscape, Angel closed her eyes and planned her next move.

Originally, in her plan, dealing with Lady Sharon would require at least two weeks of preparation time. Not only does she need to transform her knowledge and skills that do not belong to this world into combat effectiveness, but she also needs the cooperation of many official extraordinary people to have a chance of winning by sneaking up. Once caught in a head-on fight, with her current Sequence 9 strength, it is very possible to be injured or even killed.

Now the preparation time has been shortened to 24 hours, and the success rate has undoubtedly dropped significantly.

Angel wasn't sure when her words at St. Selena's Church would reach the ears of the official extraordinaires, maybe now they had already started to act, and when they returned to Daffodil Street and opened the door, they would be pushed to the ground by a group of big men, maybe until they made it to the appointment on time and went to Lady Sharon's house, and the sluggish people didn't react.

All she can do is strengthen herself as soon as possible.

It's definitely too late to continue to improve his sequence, maybe after the promotion is successful, Cole Granger in Sequence 7 will be able to deal with the higher-level Lady Sharon in one fell swoop under the sneak attack, but now he is just an "assassin" in Sequence 9.

What's more, Angel doesn't plan to be like Cole, according to the name of the "assassin" potion, using the precious lives of ordinary people as his own upgrade experience

In this case, you can only arm yourself with foreign objects to increase your combat capabilities.

……

Passing through the city of Tingen, from the church in the North End to the dock district in the south of the city, the streets are becoming less crowded and the gas lamps are less and less lit.

If it weren't for the memory of Cole Granger coming to buy extraordinary materials a few times, Angel would have almost thought that the coachman had taken her somewhere else with strange intentions.

It wasn't until the low, cramped buildings disappeared from the window and the Tasok River, reflecting the crimson moonlight, appeared, that she was sure she had reached the docklands.

The coachman parked the carriage along a path by the river, and at the end of the road was a patch of dock work areas and cargo warehouses, where loading and unloading goods and selling goods during the day were busy, but at night they were unusually quiet.

"Ma'am, it's not very safe at night here, if you're going to that wine...... Well, I didn't say it. He kindly reminded Angel to get out of the car and put his hood back on, but when he saw her pat the holster tied to her lap, he immediately shut his mouth in amusement.

The "Dragon Bar" is the only entertainment facility on the docks in Tingen, and is packed with workers who have a drink or two in their spare time during the day, and drunk people who don't want to leave after dark, and there are the same dog-and-mouse games as Wild Hearts, but the rough men of the docks prefer fist-to-flesh fights.

Pushing open the heavy door, the whistling sound mixed with the strong smell of alcohol came, the two shirtless men in the boxing ring were waving their fists vigorously to attack each other, the collision of fists and flesh caused bursts of cheers, more than a dozen drinkers around waved their wine glasses to cheer for the players they supported, and no one paid attention to Angel's arrival.

She bypassed the boxing ring and went to the billiard room at the back of the bar, where two people were playing, and a few other people gathered around the table to taste, and when she entered the room, it suddenly fell silent.

Angel explained his intentions, and the group looked at each other and quietly moved out of the way of the room, where there was a secret door.

She pulled the candlestick by the window to open the secret door, and then walked through several empty rooms to a wide field.

It's a warehouse backed by the Dragon Bar, rented out as an underground market, and it's the peak of the trading season, with people standing or sitting everywhere, waiting for customers to come, and more people walking through the stalls to exchange prices.

Most of the items sold here don't actually have extraordinary properties, but are just ordinary occult items, such as prayer candles, spices used in various ceremonies, crystals and ores like ornaments more than materials. The people who come to buy are also mainly occult enthusiasts, who buy these things for nothing more than to satisfy their own needs or those of a small circle of people, and do not involve extraordinary events.

Of course, extraordinary beings like Cole Granger are also among the buyers, and all kinds of auxiliary materials for potions, materials for divination or curse rituals, and materials for making extraordinary items can all be found here.

Walking around the market and listening to a few transactions, Angel chooses what she needs.

She first bought most of the reagents from a vendor who sold concocted chemicals, and by the way, bought the wooden box with the liner and handle that he used to hold the reagents.

Then she carried the wooden box and walked between the stalls, and soon filled the wooden box with the scales of the glowing lizard, screaming grass and other materials, and finally a star crystal weighing about ten grams was put in a cloth bag by her and put it in her jacket pocket.

Declining the market guard's offer to help carry it, Angel carried the wooden box back to the billiard room, past the bustling boxing ring, and back to the hired carriage waiting for her on the side of the road.

"Let's go, go to Daffodil Street...... No, go to the Iron Cross first. She explained to the coachman her destination, and before going home, she had to pick up the lady's pistol that she had left there the other day, and now any weapon was precious.

Despite the filth of the wooden box, Angel carefully placed it on her lap and stood on tiptoe to isolate the bumps of the carriage, which was an important guarantee that she would not survive tomorrow night.

……

Pushing open the door of No. 6 Daffodil Street, a note to warn of an intruder was falling, and Angel didn't know whether to regret or rejoice.

When she came back in the afternoon, she threw down the paper bag of bread, potatoes and celery on the living room table, and now she was in no mood or time to cook, so she picked up a loaf of bread, tore off half of it and bit it, and carried the wooden box to the basement.

The lamb that had been thrown underneath two days earlier had begun to smell and had succeeded in masking the faint smell of blood, but she regretted it because she would be in the basement the night after the foul smell.

"If it weren't for the fact that the study was full of flammable materials, I wouldn't be working here."

Pinching her nose and walking into the basement, Angel lit the candle and looked around, finally deciding to put up with the discomfort. When a fire is lit later, the temperature in the basement rises, and the chimney effect will take most of the smell away.

She sorted the materials she bought on the stone table, lit the stove next to her, preheated the crucibles she had picked up from the kitchen, and processed them with the alchemy tools Cole had left behind.

The surface of the lizard's scales is scraped off with a knife, soaked in nitric acid in a test tube, the essence of the screaming grass is extracted by alcohol, calcium carbide is ground into powder, the resin is opened and kept warm next to the crucible, and the star crystal is cut into equal pieces......

As her movements changed from jerky to skillful, Angel seemed to return to the time when she had made her own combat gear with her own hands in the Knights Templar, and her eyes were sour and she almost burst into tears.

Ah, it turned out to be smoked by the steam of the etching solution, so that's fine.

The brand-new 0.45-inch pistol cartridges are slightly heated, the adhesive is melted, the bullet is removed, and the propellant is poured. Angel picked up the carving knife and concentrated his energy, focusing his spirituality on the tip of the knife and gushing out.

The first spell was carved with mechanical precision.

"Storm Convergence", which is the easiest of the five special ammunition in the hands of the Church of Light on Earth, can stack higher and higher damage by repeatedly hitting the same location, and even if used alone, the penetration power is far stronger than ordinary bullets.

Due to the fact that repeated hits can stack damage, "Storm Convergence" is usually used for automatic weapons, but in the Kingdom of Rune, automatic weapons and semi-automatic weapons such as repeating rifles and six-barreled machine guns are all military equipment, and Angel is impossible to get them, so she can only make revolver rounds, and use the body coordination ability of "assassins" to aim at the same part to attack as much as possible to trigger the bullet characteristic.

The "Storm Convergence" requires intricate patterns carved into the shell and filled with a spiritually rich material, while the warhead is made of Mithril doped with crystal powder, the soft bullet can reduce the occurrence of ricochets, make the hit point more concentrated, and the processed bullet is more easily broken after hitting the target, releasing powerful energy. These traits become more pronounced when the goddess is blessed in prayer.

Although the marking patterns that represent the characteristics of various bullets are a physical criterion, they should be common in this world. But with a world apart, prayer obviously won't bless the goddess of light, and the engraving will have a certain effect, Angel isn't sure.

The materials can't use the original formula, but through Cole Granger's poor occult knowledge, the same type of deterioration substitution in this world is used, and the warhead can only use lead with a lower melting point, but fortunately, the star crystal is rich in spirituality, which raises the grade of the bullet a little.

Angel engraved an engraving on the shell, which was further processed with resin and etching solution and filled with the essence of Screaming Grass, and the lead block was melted in the cauldron and added to the star crystal, poured into an iron mold to make a new warhead, which was reloaded after cooling to create a finished "Storm Convergence" bullet.

Her craft was not rusty, and after calculating the time it would take, Angel estimated that she would be able to dispose of all the bullets on hand before dawn. But before that, she plans to test whether the prayer blessing works.

Holding the bullet casings in her hands, she drew a four-dot circle on her chest with one finger and muttered a prayer in her mouth, asking for blessings from the goddess of light.

Unsurprisingly, the bullet did not respond.

Sighing secretly, Angel opened his palm, the brass shell reflected the dim light of the candle in his hand, and there was no difference from just now.

Such an incomplete "storm gathering", only the characteristics of the material and the engraving itself, will greatly reduce the lethality of the extraordinary.

Although disappointed, this was also expected by Angel, who did not expect to be helped by the gods on earth through prayer in another world. Picking up a shell again, she prepares to replace the part of the mark that represents the power of the gods with a normal one, which will at least add some physical damage.

As she was about to finish the bullet's engraving, she suddenly remembered the strange events that had taken place in the church of St. Selena tonight, and what the mysterious voice had said.

"Those who have the courage to move forward will be rewarded."

After all, Cole was also a believer in the goddess of the night during his lifetime...... With the mentality of giving it a try, Angel replaced some of the original engravings of the gods asking for divine power with the emblem of the goddess of the night that he had seen in the church before—dotted with stars, surrounded by half of the crimson moon. After concocting the second shell, she prayed to the goddess by holding the shell in her hand and drawing a crimson moon on her chest, following the previous prayer ritual:

"The goddess of the night, nobler than the stars, older than eternity.

"You are the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets, and the Empress of Doom and Fear.

"Lords of Sleep and Silence......"

This is the prayer of the Church of the Night in the memory of Cole Granger, who was once a less devout believer in the Night Goddess, but has not dared to set foot in the church again since becoming an "Assassin" and staining his hands with the blood of innocents.

"I pray for you......

"Please bless this item......

"Give it the strength to fight against evil and injustice......

The body of the apostate, the soul of the heathen, is such a prayer really useful?

Angel finished the prayer and opened her eyes, a slight crimson leaking from between her clenched right fingers.

She opened her palm in surprise, and the originally dim mark had red electric light dancing and circulating, and the brass shell emitted a blinding crimson light as if it had been ignited, and it took a long time to dissipate.

Needless to say, this was already a complete "Storm Convergence" bullet with the power of prayer attached, and it didn't even take testing to determine that it was no less than the standard ammunition that her original world had mass-produced.

Prayer...... Got into effect?

Angel took a deep breath, unsure if it was really a gods' favor or if it was made in a way that was in line with the laws of the world, so she managed to reproduce the full bullet effect.

But this does not prevent the expression of gratitude to the goddess of the night.

She dotted around her chest, outlining the crimson moon, a prayer that was somewhat visceral than the liturgy in the church of St. Selena.