After making 20 "Storm Convergence" bullets in one go, Angel, who felt a little depleted spiritually, stopped.

The faint crimson glow on the neatly placed bullets is fading over time, and there are a few scraps that have failed to be made, most of which have been scrapped due to a mistake during engraving.

The Storm Convergence is marked and amplified, and it also has a much greater recoil than ordinary bullets, and the Templar launcher is designed with a hydraulic buffer that fires special bullets without being damaged, and this mediocre and poorly maintained revolver may not even run out of 20 rounds before it will be scrapped.

Even if the gun can stand it, I'm afraid people can't stand it.

20 rounds of ammunition is enough for a battle, and if this does not solve the enemy, another 20 rounds will be useless.

She used her remaining spirit to create 3 more "Phantom Phosphorus Eruptions", which are support bullets with very low direct lethality, and the flight path and the location of the final explosion will scatter phantom phosphorescent powder on the creature, allowing the user to spot the target with poor line of sight, or track the general location of high-speed moving enemies by trajectories formed by passing through the light powder area.

Similar to the "Storm Convergence", the warhead and projectile are made with nitric-soaked luminescent lizard scale powder, mixed with calcium carbide, and then transformed into a disembodied phantascent powder that is not affected by the direction of the wind through engraving.

Also praying to the goddess of the night to inject power into the engraving and make a 0.22-inch ammunition suitable for women's pistols, Angel put the 3 "Phantom Phosphorus Eruptions" into the box containing the bullets along with the previous "Storm Convergence", and covered them with oiled paper.

Looking at the box of bullets worth 50 pounds of raw materials, she felt as if her whole body was aching. For the first time, this body was exhausted of spirituality, the temples were rising and aching, the candlelight in front of him was a little ghosted, and the whole state was similar to when he first crossed into this body, and even more uncomfortable than then.

In addition to the slow recovery of spirituality over time, the most effective way to restore spirituality is through meditation. Cole has this method in his memory, but unfortunately Angel doesn't have time now.

Pushing open the movable door of the basement, she returned to her study, where the morning light was already fainting, the crimson moonlight was replaced by golden daylight, and another sleepless night had passed.

Since coming to this world, Angel has not slept a full night, and she is always busy and sees that it is the next morning.

Putting the bullet box in the desk drawer, she stretched, ready to wash her face first, sober up, and then go to St. Selena's Church to ask yesterday's bishop if he had informed the Extraordinary Organization of the Extraordinary.

If the Church of the Night Goddess is slow to respond, she's going to try to report it at the Church of the Lord of the Storm's "Church of the River and Sea".

Pushing open the door to the living room, Angel was stunned.

A stranger was sitting on her favorite couch with her back to a convex window and letting in the sun.

The man was about forty years old, wearing a long black police uniform and a soft police hat, with his legs crossed as if he were taking a nap in his own home, and looking through a notebook, Angel noticed that it was one of the reports she had put in the police station's mailbox. Hearing Angel coming out of the study, the stranger lifted her police hat up, revealing short light brown hair, and her wrinkled gray eyes looked at her, a look that felt a little familiar to her.

"Hello, ma'am." He greeted politely, "Sit down, I have something to talk to you about." ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the empty sofa beside him, as if he was the owner of the house, and the other party was a visitor who had just arrived.

Angel had already guessed his identity from the way he came, and obediently walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"The Tingen police passed on a case to us in the middle of the night yesterday and they said it could involve a crime committed by the Extraordinary." The unfamiliar police officer put the notebook in his hand on the square table, and the table was already covered with a lot of documents and papers, all of which were in the report letter. "Earlier, Bishop Romulan of the Church of St. Selena reported to us that there were believers in the goddess who were threatened by the Extraordinary, and she did not dare to confront them head-on, but nevertheless courageously reported the incident to the Church."

The middle-aged police officer said with a serious face: "Both things point to a professor at the University of Tingen named 'Cole Granger', and the address we found is here, Daffodil Straße 6." ”

He didn't continue, as if waiting for Angel to speak himself.

"That's right, I dropped the report letter into the mailbox at the door of the police station last night, and then I went to the church of St. Selena and asked the bishop for help in the confessional room, hoping that he would tell the Extraordinary Men of the Church about it."

The officer nodded, "So here I am, I'm Dunn Smith, the Night Watchman." He took off his police hat, bent slightly, and bowed slightly.

Night watchman, this should be the extraordinary armament of the Church of the Night Goddess. Angel remembered that such an organization was mentioned in the exchange between "Justice" and "Hanged Man" in the Tarot meeting.

"Hello, Mr. Smith." Angel also returned the salute and continued to introduce himself: "I'm Angel Granger, a relative of Cole, and I'm currently living in his house. ”

When Dunn Smith heard Angel's name, he raised his eyebrows upwards and seemed a little surprised.

"There is no information in the archives of the Cole Granger family, when did you come to Tingen?"

When he asked the question, his eyes were focused on Angel.

"I only came to Tingen this week, and the file probably hasn't been updated yet." Angel replied that this was a crucial moment to win the trust of the night watchman, and she was ready for it.

"We'll look into it." Dunn Smith nodded, agreeing with Angell's explanation. He put his right hand on the arm of the sofa, tilted his head, supported the side of his face with his palm, and continued to ask rather lazily, his voice was even deeper through the cover of his hand:

"Do you know the whereabouts of Cole Granger?"

"He should be dead."

“…… Go on. After a brief moment of surprise, Dunn Smith motioned for Angel to continue.

"You've read the letters, you've been in touch with Cole, and the person who gave him the potion is Sharon Hoy, and Cole calls her Mrs. Sharon." Angel let her speak faster, looking more and more flustered, "Just Thursday night, this Mrs. Sharon came to Cole, and Cole also disappeared that night and never appeared again. By the way, my "Assassin" potion also came from her. ”

"Last night she sent another letter asking me to go to her on Sunday, that is, tonight, and I knew that it would definitely not end well."

The expression is inevitably a little reversed, but this is exactly the effect Angel wants, Dunn Smith, who was sitting opposite, was obviously stunned by this large string of information, he sat up slightly, the hand supporting the right side of his face was also put down, his eyes looked at the position behind Angel out of focus, and after thinking for a while, he resumed his previous sitting posture and continued to ask:

"You seem to be scared of Lady Sharon, has she done anything to you?"

"Scared? No, I should say hate. She gives Cole potions, uses charm to control him, and teaches him to kill innocent people, and although Cole deserves it, the culprit is Mrs. Sharon. She also made me an 'Assassin', why, do you want me to follow Cole's old path and get a promotion from her by killing? ”

Although this passage was something she had thought about a long time ago and pointed the finger at Mrs. Sharon, in the end, Angel also brought some true feelings.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little emotional."

This is Angel's true words, she found that when she faced this Officer Dunn Smith, she always couldn't control her emotions, and in the face of his questions, she answered too sharply, although they were all answers she thought of, but if she continued like this, she might miss her mouth.

"It's okay, I can understand that." The corners of Dunn Smith's mouth twitched, as if trying to squeeze out a smile, but it only made the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes more prominent. Then he adjusted his posture, quickly regained his cold face, put his hands together, crossed his fingers, and changed to a more relaxed topic: "You seem to know a lot about potions and extraordinary, do you know that from Cole Granger?" ”

"That's right, Madame Sharon thinks Cole is making rapid progress and has taught him a lot of knowledge about the extraordinary world, such as the various pathways and sequences of potions, and the methods of promotion, I learned from him."

"Then the conversation is much more convenient, do you know the name and sequence level of Lady Sharon's potion?"

"At least the 'witch' of Sequence 7, I think it's very likely that it's already Sequence 6, but I don't know the name of the subsequent sequence."

Dunn Smith nodded: "Sequence 7 is already within the scope of the middle sequence, and her actions need to be considered in the long run." I will report to my superiors and make thorough preparations and investigations before taking action.

"As for you, Madam Granger, you will be protected during the investigation and operation, and you can choose between the night watchman at the headquarters in Tingen, or temporarily leave Tingen and take refuge in Beckland, where my colleagues will pick you up. After the case is resolved, return to Tingen. ”

"And what about tonight? Mrs. Sharon invited me to her? Angel asked, frowning.

Smith shrugged his shoulders, and the meaning was obvious: you don't really plan to go to the appointment, do you?

"If I don't go, it's likely to startle Mrs. Sharon and make Mrs. Sharon vigilant, if she is ready, destroys the evidence, or even escapes directly, what are you going to do?" Seeing that Dunn Smith still didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, Angel was a little anxious.

"Once she escapes, she's wanted. Not only the Church of the Night Goddess, but also the Church of the Lord of the Storm and the Church of the God of Steam and Machines will also want her in their jurisdiction. Dunn Smith didn't seem to see Angel's anxiety, and said unhurriedly: "But without evidence, we can't arrest people casually, after all, Mrs. Sharon is also a celebrity in Tingen, and the scope of involvement is too large." ”

"Even if she's a member of the Witch Sect?"

Dunn Smith's expression became serious, and he resumed the posture of supporting his right face in a chair, as if he was thinking about it.

"Are you sure about the witch sect that believes in primordial witches and has a mission to spread disasters?"

"Not sure, but it's very likely, Lady Sharon once mentioned to Cole that she could introduce him to the Witch Sect, but he needed to be promoted to after Sequence 7."

The officer's grey eyes stared at Angel, somewhere behind her, to be exact, pondered for a moment, and nodded as if confirmed: "If she is indeed a member of the Witch Sect, then this matter may be more than it seems. She had been hiding in Tingen for so many years, and had recently begun to recruit her subordinates, so she must have been preparing for something, and for the Witch Cult, launching an operation often meant the killing of a large number of ordinary people. “

As if he had made up his mind, he straightened his police hat and said, "I will apply to the higher authorities for an operation against Mrs. Sharon tonight," Dunn said, handing out his hand to Angel, "you still have to accept the protection of the night watchman." ”

"No, I'll fight too." Angel rejected Dunn Smith's offer.

"Originally, I was going to face her alone tonight, with or without you night watchers."

Dunn Smith stood up from the couch with one hand on his hat and the hem of his uniform with the other. He smiled and shook his head—it was the first time Angel had seen his smile.

"As a Sequence 9, it would be too bold to want to fight the Sequence 7 or even Sequence 6 Extraordinary alone, even in a dream."

"What?"

Is this mocking me for daydreaming? Or is it ......

Angel felt a chill down her spine, she subconsciously reached out to touch the gun, but remembered that the gun was in the study drawer, and hurriedly got up from the sofa.

The world swirled, and the scene before her was shattered, her cheeks buried in her arms, lying on the stone table, and the surroundings were dark.