The message selling the star crystals needed for "justice" is not entirely for the purpose of fishing.

In addition to wanting to see if this "justice" is the one from the Tarot Society, Angel is also ready to sell the remaining star crystals on hand.

The 50-gram Star Crystals she received when she made the "Storm Convergence" bullets for the church before were still a lot left due to the higher-than-expected success rate of the crafting, and the fact that she had scanned the goods at a low price at the Dragon Bar Trading Market in Tingen City in order to stock up on them, although the Star Crystals she had now were not enough to make a whole "Fortune Teller" potion, but they were not far behind.

If the supposedly generous acquirer could offer a reasonable price, she wouldn't mind parting with it.

After writing down the transaction information on the message board, Angel left the dreary market and returned to the streets of the port district through the shouting and angry first-floor bar.

There is still a lot of time left to go out, and she is ready to meet the "craftsmen" of the port of Enmat, introduced by the "hanging man".

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Oak District, Golden Mile.

The oak area that clings to the port area is the industrial area of the port of Enmat, and even next to the coast, the smoke from the chimneys of various factories during the day fills the area with a gray fog that never seems to dissipate.

Riding in a hired carriage to the Golden Mile, Angel saw the towering bell tower of the "God of Steam and Machines" church at a glance.

Hmm, maybe it's because the clouds are so low here......

Perhaps because the workers of the Oak District rarely hired horse-drawn carriages to get around, the coachman she was riding in was not very familiar with the area, so he only sent her to the junction instead of directly to the "Carvey Watch Company".

Angel had to look all the way down the street.

"'Gear & Wrench' grocery store...... 'Workers' House' hostel...... 'Lube' bar......"

Passing by the names of stores full of regional characteristics, she almost wanted to find a random store to inquire about, and finally found the sign of "Kavei Watch Shop" hanging in the corner.

It was a small shop sandwiched between two beautifully decorated storefronts, only a third of the width of the other street-facing shops, and the glass doors, barely accessible to one person, looked like they had not been cleaned for a long time, and had been stained with a lot of oil.

Looking up to make sure the name was accurate, Angel knocked cautiously on the door.

Bang bang –

"The door is unlocked."

A somewhat hoarse female voice came from inside.

She pushed open the door and walked in, and what greeted her was a shop of about 30 square meters, small in front and large in trapezoidal shape, and next to the window facing the street were two glass display cases, in which more than a dozen watches and pocket watches were placed in the east and west, and a thin layer of ash had accumulated on the counter.

A woman of about thirty years of age, dressed in a stain-resistant khaki jacket, tiptoes down to remove an avant-garde wall clock, carefully crouches down, and places it in a wooden box next to it.

At the end of the room was an iron door, locked at this time. Next to the door is a long solid wood table, next to which is a gas lamp, the light is directed and focused by a set of optical lenses, and in front of the table sits an old man with gray hair, wearing a monocular magnifying glass, carefully studying a pocket watch in his hand.

It seems that this is "The Craftsman" Kaveh.

Angel walked around the busy women, stepped forward, and when the old man heard the footsteps and raised his head, he smiled and asked:

"Hello, is this Mr. Carveh?"

The old man looked at her suspiciously, shook his head, reached out and adjusted the eyepiece, and continued to fiddle with the pocket watch.

What's going on...... Could it be that the "hanged man" missed some steps and needed to be coded here?

"I'm Kaveh, what's the matter with you?"

The female voice that had just invited her in came again, and Angel looked back to see that the woman who had been packing up the wall clock had closed the wooden box containing her belongings, patted the dust on her hands, and stood up and said.

“…… I'm looking for 'Artisan' Kaveh. ”

With an inexplicable smile on her face, the woman took two steps out of the shadows, letting the glow of the gaslamp shine on her, repeating, "That's right, I'm 'Artisan' Kaveh, what's the matter with you?" ”

It seems that he made a big mistake, and even the person he was looking for admitted that he was wrong......

Angel felt remorse in his heart, but continued quietly on his face: "I'm sorry, I thought it was ......"

"Hmph, it's not strange, many people will admit their mistakes when they come for the first time."

Kaveh seemed accustomed to being ignored by the visitor, and shook his head nonchalantly, his long brown hair waving like waves.

"Tell me about your intentions, you shouldn't be here to buy a pocket watch, right?"

Seeing that Kaveh didn't care that he recognized the wrong person, but went straight to the point, Angel breathed a sigh of relief, took out the box containing the strange revolver from under the cloak, unbuckled it in front of Kaveh, and lifted the lid a slit.

The smell of blood instantly filled the room.

"This revolver was originally damaged by the hammer and has been scrapped, but it seems to have had a strange reaction with the extraordinary characteristics of the piece put together, and it has become what it is now."

Angel gave a brief introduction and handed over the box.

With a self-deprecating expression, Kaveh took the tin box with a serious face and opened the lid completely.

The large-caliber revolver that Cole Granger had broken had become pitch black, and even glowed a little in the light, as if the substance that composed it had changed from metal to the carapace of an unknown animal, and the strong smell of blood was emanating from this unknown material.

Without the iron box that could isolate the spirit, as if sensing the gaze of the two people, the aura around the revolver became like a substance, and the almost liquid crimson gas quickly filled the entire iron box, dripping from the edges, and then disappeared after a distance from the pistol.

Frowning and observing for a while, Kaveh returned the box to Angel and motioned for her to take it, while he pulled out a wooden-handled magnifying glass, and despite the spilled bloody gas, he approached the black pistol and looked closely.

Angel held the tin box in both hands and did not dare to move.

But the gas that spread out of the box, which was already visible to the naked eye, gradually spread, and her nose was slowly filled with a heavy smell of blood, like being covered by an invisible hand, and even breathing became difficult.

There was a sound of tables and chairs colliding behind her, and she turned her head to see that the old man who had been mistaken for a "craftsman" had already stood up from his chair, he took off his monocular magnifying glass, looked at the two of them with wary eyes, and groped under the table with his right hand to pull out a double-barreled shotgun with a sawed barrel.

Angel subconsciously wanted to pull out the gun, but seeing that the old man did not raise the shotgun, but held the gun like a vigilant hand, lowered the muzzle, and did not make excessive movements.

"Okay, it's all clear."

A heavenly sound was heard, shattering the imminent danger in the room.

Kaveh carefully put away the magnifying glass, pressed the lid of the tin box, and the smell of blood that filled the room, and the crimson gas gathered around the tin box disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if everything just now was just an illusion of the three of them.

The old man's shoulders were visibly relaxed, he shoved the double-barreled shotgun back under the table, his lips squirmed, he muttered silently, and sat back in his chair.

"Let me start by asking, are you planning to sell this magical item, or are you just going to let me identify its uses and negative effects?"

Magical items!

Angel captures this keyword.

Based on Neal Sr.'s occult classes and Cole's legacy of barren knowledge, Angel knew that the term referred to an item that had some or all of its extraordinary abilities when combined with extraordinary properties, rather than an extraordinary weapon that mimicked a small set of its properties through spiritual materials.

Of course, usually their negative effects are also much stronger than those of ordinary extraordinary weapons.

Without hesitation, she blurted out: "Identification uses are fine." ”

As if anticipating her answer, Kaveh nodded.

"Okay, 100 pounds."

"What?"

Angel almost thought she had misheard, or had the other person misheard and thought she was going to sell the item?

"I'm talking about identification!"

"That's right, that's the appraisal fee."

Instead of the seriousness of studying the magical item just now, Kaveh's expression became sly, and when Angel was stunned, her long hair kept shaking with laughter.

Angel almost wanted to just put the box away and leave, but considering that it was probably the only appraiser in her social circle that she could find, she resisted the slightest impulse.

Fortunately, I took all the cash with me when I left Tingen, otherwise I am afraid that it would have been a wasted trip......

Silently, she reached into her cloak and pulled out a stack of bills, which she had kept in her pockets in advance, a little over three hundred pounds, and the large bills were placed separately by her in a group of ten pounds and ten pounds, so that even if they were stolen or lost, they would not be lost in their entirety.

Holding a hundred pounds in her hand, she said with a gloomy face:

"You say it first, then you pay."

"Well, there's the church across the street, I hope you don't do anything stupid."

Is she afraid that I will run away after listening to the content of the test? But what's the point of reminding me that there's a church across the street...... Is she related to the "Church of the God of Steam and Machines", or is she simply a cultist......

Angel nodded to show that she understood, no matter what, she didn't want to pay the bill, and naturally she didn't have to worry about any "church".

"This revolver is supposed to absorb a part of the power of extraordinary characteristics, corresponding to the sequence 7 of a certain path, that is, the extraordinary characteristics of the middle sequence, but this power is incomplete, and the extraordinary characteristics have been polluted to a certain extent, so it only has two abilities."

Kaveh returned to work, slowly but clearly explaining the properties of the magical item, and Angel held her breath as she jotted it down in her mind.

"First of all, it can passively increase the attack effect of all bullets, add flames that can damage spirits, and it is also effective against creatures, the increase is about fifty percent, and each attack consumes a small amount of the user's spirit, and when the user's spirit is insufficient, this characteristic will automatically fail."

"Then, it can consume a lot of the user's spirit in one fell swoop, making the attack have a powerful lethality, I estimate that it will be several times higher than the flame bullet, if you have specific values, do you need me to test it for you?"

Seeing Angel shake his head in refusal, Carvey sneered and continued:

"But after such an attack, it will immediately enter a negative effect state, well, just like that, it emits a strong smell of blood, which can be smelled from hundreds of meters away. And at this time, let alone using it, you will fall into a dizzy and weak anemia state just by holding it, until enough blood is provided to it to return to normal. ”

"In addition, regardless of whether you fall into a negative effect or not, when you hold a weapon, you will be more susceptible to the enemy's curse, and the effect will be stronger, and it will be easier to hit."

"Keeping it in a spiritual isolation container like this now can block out the negative effects, but the next time you use it, you still have to restore it to its normal state first, in short, you only have one chance to be in debt."

Ending the introduction with a pun, Carveh reached for the bill Angel held in his hand, counted it quickly, tucked it into his jacket pocket, and patted it with a gesture.

"Thank you for your patronage."

(End of chapter)