Expecting that it would not take more than 4 hours for him to travel, Angel did not explain his whereabouts to Clement, but just said hello to Dalie and left the "Silver Bullet Detective Agency".

She had planned to go to the location of the "craftsman" provided by the "Hanged Man" to find out what the revolver at hand was really doing with the extraordinary characteristics that had inexplicably absorbed extraordinary characteristics, but after learning from Dai Li that the night watchman had set his sights on the "Tarot Society", she decided to find out about it first.

The port area is close to the steam train station and not too far from the night watchman's station, but Angel is not familiar with the streets of Enmatt Harbour, so instead of trying to get there on foot, he finds a horse-drawn carriage for hire as he came.

This time she asked for the price in advance.

Nibbling on the fish cakes she bought on the street before getting on the bus, she looked out the window at the street scene speeding backwards, the aroma of surimi mixed with potatoes being fried in oil, and the salty sea breeze blowing into the carriage outside the window, reminded her of her hometown.

As the second largest port city in the Kingdom of Rune, the port of Emmatt undertook a lot of shipping work, and as the horse-drawn carriages passed through the golden apple district and the oak district, and gradually entered the port area, the roadside warehouses and processing factories gradually replaced the houses and shops.

Of course, there are also busy workers and mountains of goods.

If it weren't for the spectacular coastline in front of Angel's eyes, she would almost have thought she was back in the docks of the city of Tingen.

Unfortunately, the waters off shore are not an elegant indigo blue, but a gray-green color mixed with floats, oil, and overgrown microorganisms.

If you are looking at the port of Helenmat, you will be disappointed......

Looking at the chaotic port docks, Angel shook his head in disgust, got out of the car to pay, and walked towards the "scavenging birds" bar.

Compared to the various bars hidden in the dark corners of Tingen, the practitioners of the port of Enmatt are obviously much more daring, and the "scavengers" have taken over an entire three-story building, with almost all the windows on the first and second floors open, and there are undisguised shouts and angry shouts from inside, while the third floor is covered with curtains for most of the windows, which is out of place with the environment below.

Perhaps because they often receive tourists from all over the world, the guards at the gate are dressed quite formally, and the tuxedos and top hats make them more like attendants in a high-end clubhouse than the guards at the gates.

The "squire" pushed open the door and welcomed Angel in, and the commotion that had been quite clear outside the door suddenly merged into a wave of sound and rushed towards her.

The entire floor of the "Scavenging Bird" has been opened up into a separate large room, with dozens of sets of tables and chairs arranged in a haphazard manner around the bar in the center. It was early afternoon, and the tables and chairs were full, including port workers in overalls, locals in casual attire, and exotic tourists.

A fenced off corner of the room appears to have been used for boxing matches, but the sport is less popular in the port of Enmat, where most of the tables are decked out with cards, and the "poker friends" drink beer and play games of various rules, all of which are more or less cash.

It seems to be more of a "casino" than a "bar...... And they don't like gambling games like dogs and mouses, boxing matches, but prefer "national" games like cards.

Angel glanced over the table and took a cursory look around to find no one or anything of interest, and walked towards the bar in the center of the venue.

Several bartenders were busy refilling empty glasses from the waiter, or mixing cocktails for customers sitting at the bar, and one of them saw Angel come forward, glanced up, and asked casually:

"What do you want to drink? The prices hang outside the bar, and there are all leftovers that haven't been crossed out, so you'll have to wait if you want to mix. ”

He reached over the bar and patted it outward, motioning Angel to look at the price himself, then withdrew his arm, took the two wooden cups in his hand, and bent down to start refilling.

"I'm going to buy something in the underground market, where do I get there?"

Angel didn't look at the price list, but asked directly about the location of the underground trading market, as Dai Li told her.

"Hmph, next time you don't buy alcohol, I'll say it early...... Next to the back door, go up the stairs, and the third floor is. ”

The bartender was unhappy with the failure of the pitch and complained before answering Angel's question.

"Thank you."

Angel understood his feelings, took out two pennies and put them on the bar, and after successfully convincing the bartender with kindness, he walked straight to the back door of the bar.

The back door is chained, and on the left side are several separate lavatories, and on the right is a carpeted staircase against the wall.

Strange arrangement, presumably added at a later stage.

Up the staircase, the second floor is lined with two corridors that stretch to the sides, red carpets cover every corner, and beautifully decorated wooden doors open and close, with a noise no less than the noise of the first floor.

Not paying attention to these "boxes", Angel continued to go up to the third floor.

The "underground market" at the top of the bar also occupies an entire floor, but perhaps it is not yet the traditional trading hours of the evening, when there are not many people on the third floor, and she counts less than 20 people in a circle, most of them setting up stalls or placing items on tables for sale, and a few visitors with the same purpose as Angel move between the goods, asking for a price from time to time.

The two guards yawned and stood at the top of the stairs, as if they didn't think they were making much of a fuss at the moment.

The curtains of the windows on all sides make the room look a little dim than the unobtrusive entrance, and the faint glow of the gas lamps on the walls and load-bearing pillars casts a layer of mystery over the people who are immersed in trading.

Looking around the entire trading market with the help of dark vision, Angel did not notice Miss "Justice".

After several Tarot exchanges, even with the mysterious gray fog isolation, she has memorized the height, body shape and hairstyle of "Justice" and "Hanged Man", although they have never officially met, but as long as the other party appears in front of her, she is sure to recognize it.

Maybe the other party is not really "staying in the market all day" as rumored, and it just so happens that he didn't run into ...... Angel stood by the stairs and thought for a moment, deciding that it would be better to ask someone for clarification.

She walked up to a merchant who sold all kinds of common materials, squatted down in front of the stall, pretended to be interested in the goods, picked up a bottle of pale yellow powder, and asked:

"What kind of powder is this?"

The stall owner is a middle-aged woman, and the years have left a lot of marks on her, and when she sees a customer come to the door, she squeezes out a smile on her weather-beaten face.

"This is mummy powder, I got it from Beckland, and it is popular in the aristocratic circles over there to take potions with this added to it, whether it is a man or a woman, as long as they use it, they ...... Hey, you'll find out if you try. This 10 gram bottle costs only 10 pounds. ”

That's almost as much as the Star Crystal, which is the main ingredient for potions, and can also be used to craft all kinds of ammunition and spells with special effects.

And listening to the stall owner's description, this thing seems to have some special effects......

Suppressing her curiosity, Angel put down the glass bottle containing the mummy powder and picked up a few scales tied with rope on the side.

"These are the scales of a glowing lizard? How much does it cost? ”

……

After asking about the price a few times, Angel almost figured out the price level in the port of Enmat.

Some items that can be used to make charms or used in various rituals, due to the large circulation, the price is almost the same as that of the underground market in Tingen, and some rare items are almost arbitrarily priced, some are so cheap that she has the intention of reselling, and some are so expensive that they seem to be sold at all.

Under her repeated inquiries, the middle-aged woman was already a little impatient, and seeing this, Angel paid for the scales of the glowing lizard, and asked casually when the other party helped pack it:

"I heard that there is a young woman here who calls herself 'Justice' and likes to buy some weird things? I've got something good to do, is she here now? ”

"'Justice'...... Ah, you said that girl, she did buy a lot of things from me, and she never bargained...... But she didn't come today, if you look for her, you can leave a message on that blackboard, and she will reply to you when she sees it, and make an appointment to meet. ”

Following the middle-aged woman's outstretched hand, Angel found a blackboard about three meters wide hanging on the wall on one side of the room, about two-thirds of the area on which words were written, some graceful, some rough, obviously from different people's hands.

After thanking the other person, she approached the blackboard and read the words on it.

"A large number of various herbs are urgently needed, the price is negotiable, and long-term cooperation can be carried out, at ten o'clock on Sunday night."

"Two bottles of aphrodisiac potions are sold, five pounds a bottle, the effect is guaranteed, every afternoon."

"Does anyone know where &#¥ is? Twenty pounds for a clue to the Valorant Weapons Shop on Pitts Street to find the manager. The name was partially erased from this message.

……

It seems that this blackboard is similar to the bulletin board of the entire trading market, and some content that needs to be publicly searched for buyers, sellers or soliciting clues can be posted on it, and the time or place of the message is also so that interested people can find each other.

After reading all the information one by one, Angel finally found what she was concerned about.

"(Please don't erase my message again) Acquire 'Star Crystal' and 'Rava Octopus' Blood', any quantity is fine, the price is negotiable, please leave a message to contact Miss 'Justice'."

The familiar name of the material made Angel's breath stagnate.

She memorized the full recipe for the "Fortune Teller" potion for Crane Sr. when Neil Sr. made it available, and both main ingredients were listed on the blackboard.

This made her doubt the identity of "justice" again.

Miss "Justice" of the Tarot Society has successfully taken the potion a week ago and has become a "spectator", which is a fact confirmed by Mr. Fool.

Could she still be the one who asks for a soothsayer's potion at the "Scavenger Bar"?

Or maybe "Justice" got another potion recipe from another source, helping others find potion materials?

Angel hesitated for a moment, picked up the chalk that was placed next to the blackboard, and left a sentence in the blank space:

"Sell a small number of 'Star Crystals', from eight to ten p.m. on Fridays."

It's really gone today......

(End of chapter)