"Miss Granger, wake up, wake up!"

"Hmm...... Where am I......

With a few pushes on her shoulder, Angel woke up from her dream only to find that the sun was already high in the sky, and the warm sunlight was spilling from the convex window into the living room and on her body.

Beside her stood a panicked Trommi, holding a bucket full of cleaning tools in one hand and preparing to continue touching Angel with the other, when she saw that the other party woke up, the panicked expression on her face was replaced by relief.

Turned out to fall asleep on the sofa in the living room?

She slowly got up from the couch and shifted to a seated position, her body protesting again from the pain of her sleeping position, which made Angel moan.

"I'm sorry, Tromie, you go get busy, I'll just rest for a while."

The worried woman looked back at her step by step, and saw that Angel was indeed sitting firmly on the sofa, before leaving the living room and going about her own business.

"Is it the captain who has come to create a nightmare again and made me sleepwalk into the living room?"

Covering her head, Angel's mind was in a state of confusion, and it took a while to remember what happened last night.

"It turned out to be Ms. Dali...... No, it was her 'human face' who came, and finally I was so angry that I turned on the headlights in the living room. ”

Angel looked up at the large gas lamp that had ignited the turquoise flame last night, which directly scared her out of the negative state of "magic pocket watch".

By this time, the gas lights had been extinguished, and the slightly yellowed glass cover appeared in the sunlight in changing colors.

"Maybe I'm going too far? The first time I saw Ms. Dali, I was angry......"

As she thought about it, she got up from the couch, the thin quilt on her body sliding onto the carpet.

Well? Someone covered me?

No, I remember yesterday I was squatting in the corner of the living room, how did I wake up and appear on the sofa?

Angel didn't think that translucent face could carry a human body, otherwise it would never have been used as a tool for communication, but as a means of attacking enemies from a distance.

"Could it be that Ms. Daly herself has come to Tingen, even to my house last night?"

She muttered to herself and bent down to pick up the quilt, only to find a note on the coffee table.

There are a few paragraphs written on it in Juanxiu's font.

"I'm sorry, Angel, I didn't know that the negative effect of that magical item was so strong, I just wanted to scare you by lighting the flames, but I didn't expect you to faint directly."

Sure enough, it was Ms. Dai Li's message......

Even if the motive was to improve Dalie's relationship with Dunn, his words did anger Dali......

Angel smiled wryly and continued to look down.

"Listen to Dunn, the effect of this magical item can only last for ten minutes, and the negative effect can last for twelve hours, this level of negative effect is likely to have a huge impact on you in battle, my suggestion is that you can use it often, try to get used to this fear from the smallest flame, and gradually get used to its negative effects, so as not to be affected by magical items in a long battle."

Start with the smallest and gradually get used to the bigger ...... This seems medically called "desensitization therapy"?

Angel recalled some medical knowledge from her previous life, and thought that Dali's advice should have some effect, so she wrote down this plan.

"Also, I'll help you go to Dunn for leave, you can rest at home in the morning, remember to go to the station in the afternoon, the 'Red Gloves' should arrive at that time, remember what I said last night?"

"As for me and Dunn, I'll find a chance to talk to him, maybe the next time I come to Tingen. Until then, I need time to sort out my thoughts, and besides, if a woman is too active, he will be afraid. ”

At the end of the message, a crooked smiling face was drawn, and "thank you" was written next to it.

Looking at this smiling face, Angel finally put her mind at ease.

At least the barrier between Daly and Dunn has been pierced by themselves, and it is up to them to develop next.

Maybe with the personalities of the two of them, it will be delayed for a few more months, or even until next year, but Angel believes that this two-way relationship will definitely reach a happy ending with her own help.

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It wasn't until the hands of the "magic pocket watch" were reset to zero that Angel said goodbye to the busy Tromie and left 6 Daffodil Street.

Since the last time Trommy's father died due to the "Cursed Altar" incident, Angel has given the poor worker a considerable increase in her salary as a way to appease and help her, so that she no longer has to rush to the homes of multiple employers from morning to night every day.

In her case, Trommy has come to Angel's house to clean, tidy up, and do laundry more often, and has become almost half of her family's handyman.

Tightening her cloak, Angel jumped out of the hired carriage, paid the fare, and turned to look at the "Beckland Bank" on the side of the street.

Of course, this is still Tingen, and the "Beckland Bank" is only a branch of this bank in the city of Tingen.

But the separate, modern buildings, which are very different from the buildings on both sides, still make passers-by look sideways, even as they pass by the largest bank in the Kingdom of Rune every day.

"Sure enough, no matter what the world is, the financial industry is the most profitable ......"

Sighing secretly, Angel walked into the brightly lit bank hall.

It was a weekday afternoon, and there were not many people handling business, so Angel didn't queue up and found a free window.

"Please help me get this money into my account."

After handing the note with his anonymous account and a total of 100 pounds of paper into the window, Angel's eyes left the busy staff and looked around boredly.

Well, in broad daylight, I had the luxury of lighting up the lights, and if I had been afraid of the negative effects of the fire, I would have fainted in the hall on the spot...... There seemed to be someone in the VIP reception room doing business, there was actually a waiter pouring coffee, and there were guards standing outside the door, and it seemed that there was no chance of entering the business without a few thousand pounds......

Glancing over the luxuriously decorated VIP reception room, Angel quickly looked away, feeling that the more she looked, the money in her pocket would be reduced by a few pounds.

There are also a lot of exquisite paintings on the walls of the hall, and I was too nervous to pay attention to it when I came to withdraw money last time......

This time, because it was close to Angel and Klein's scheduled "special application" time, she was worried that her cash from unknown sources would be found out, so after paying her weekly salary and making up for the part used up in the investigation of the "red chimney", she saved back the 100 pounds she had taken out of the bearer account, and changed from the "queen" of the Tarot Society, who had a huge amount of money, back to the poor night watchman.

"Sorry sir, this time we were not prepared enough to let you have a bad experience, next time we will provide you with the best VIP service."

The sound coming from the VIP room made Angel look away from the wall, where the portraits and presentations of the bank's major shareholders hung as she saw the "Earl Hall" column.

The half-hidden door was pushed open from the inside, and an emaciated man in a trench coat, top hat, and a black suitcase walked out, his face gloomy and seemingly extremely disappointed with the "VIP service".

Sensing Angel's gaze, the gloomy man's gaze swept over unabashedly and stayed on her.

Angel seemed to be unaware, and his eyes paused on the man for a few seconds before slowly moving away, looking at the bank manager who was chasing after him and the apologetic bank manager, and at the window staff handling the business.

It took a long time for the sight that lingered behind her to fade.

"Your money has been deposited into this account, please get the receipt."

Angel thanked him, took the receipt, folded it, and put it in his pocket.

Then she turned her head to look at the back of the gloomy man, and when he disappeared into the street, she walked towards the sweaty bank manager.

"Sir, excuse me."

"What's the matter?"

The bank manager asked, slightly dissatisfied, his gaze just withdrawn from the back of the VIP customer.

"I'm Inspector Granger, this is my badge, what did that gentleman do at the bank?"

Angel asked with a calm face holding up the police badge.

The gloomy man with brown hair and thick lips showed his true face under the pen of old Neil, and tortured and killed the members of the "Aurora Society" of the Prak family.

(End of chapter)