As the vibrations of the wheels passing through the junction of the rails gradually slowed, the train dragged the slowly dissipating smoke into the capital of the Kingdom of Rune, Beckland.

With a population of over 5 million, the world's most prosperous city is a place of hope for all the people of the kingdom and is reluctantly recognized as the "capital of all capitals" by other countries.

In comparison, the city of Tingen, where Angel lived for two months, is a small town.

Of course, the city of Tingen is not without advantages, such as air quality, the city of Tingen is much better than Beckland......

Dressed in a plain long dress and a hooded cloak, Angel stepped out of the train car and was immediately startled by the pungent yellow mist here.

Although she had long read in the newspapers about Beckland's air quality, and even made up jokes to satirize, the environmental difference in the industrial capital was still beyond her wildest imagination.

Even on this semi-open platform, once people walk thirty meters away, only a shallow outline can be seen, and the gas lamps hanging along the platform have long been lit, but they can only barely dispel the dimness of the fog, so that people do not hit the pillars or walls headlong.

I remember that Ms. Kawi from the port of Enmat also said that she would come to Beckland to retire because the environment of the port was so poor that the air was filled with industrial exhaust fumes, and I wondered if she missed her old home now......

Taking a puff of exhaust fumes far more than the port of Emmatt, Angel silently lit a candle for Kaveh's dream life before leaving the platform with his suitcase.

Buying a Dicy pie, a cup of coffee with extra milk, and a copy of the day's daily Beckland newspaper at the station, Angel found a bench where no one was around, and enjoyed dinner while browsing the newspaper in the dim light.

She first flipped to the last few pages and looked for information on rentals in the advertising area in the cracks.

When she left the headquarters of the Dark Night Church, Angel received 50 pounds of "activity funds", except for the 1 pound 5 soles used to buy the train ticket and the 5 pence she had just bought dinner and newspapers, and the rest was all her cash.

Even if you add the 1,000 pounds in the bearer account of the Beckland Bank, you have to calculate and use it if you lose your job, and it is impossible to buy a house in a place like Beckland, where every inch of land is valuable, and I don't know how long I can stay here......

By the way, 350 pounds of the 1,000 pounds were to be given to Miss Justice, who helped me buy the "all the blood of the Black Abyss Demon Fish" needed to promote to the "witches...... That's only £650 left.

When she thought of justice, she involuntarily thought of Mr. Fool, and of Klein, who had become His follower at some point.

What are the hidden secrets, and when did you become a believer in the fools...... I didn't know anything about him until he left.

Taking a deep breath and stopping her divergent thoughts, Angel took a bite of the grease pie and refocused her gaze on the newspaper on her lap, the brightness of the lights in the station was not suitable for reading, but it didn't matter to her with night vision.

"Housing Improvement Society, they definitely need identification, don't say I don't have it now, even if I have Angel Granger's identification, after registration, it is likely that the night watchman will come to the door...... North End Wales Street, single-family house, only 2 minutes away from St. Samuel's Church, forget it, maybe I will meet Ms. Dali when I go out, how can I still have the face to see her......"

Looking at the information of the houses to be rented, Angel excluded those formal agencies that required identification, excluded the staggering West End and Queens, where aristocrats and wealthy merchants gathered, and the high rents, and finally chose a location that looked good.

"Beckland Bridge District, two-story townhouse, furnished, half a year rent."

Recalling the map of Beckland she had seen on the platform when she got off the train just now, she confirmed the approximate location of the house.

The entire area around Beckland's only bridge is known as the Bridge District, which is adjacent to the Tasok River, which crosses the city, and is surrounded by the East End and the Wharf District, which are highly populous and unsafe, and the South District, which is surrounded by residential buildings.

There, even if you encounter any danger and need to flee at any time, there are multiple directions to choose from.

Now, unlike when she was in Tingen, she no longer had an official membership.

In order to complete Ms. Arianna's plan, she had to come into contact with other covert organizations in Beckland, and even face various captures and pursuits, when convenient transportation and complex environments were more conducive to escape.

With the goal determined, Angel no longer browses other advertising information, but eats pie while browsing other pages of the newspaper to meet the information needs of the outside world that has not been exposed to the outside world for a long time.

"Follow-up interview on the death of 'Lieutenant General Hurricane' Zielingers...... There was no useful information, and sure enough, his death was covered up by the relevant authorities, and even that he was an extraordinary person was not revealed. ”

"Parliament's proposal for the establishment of the 'Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Commission'...... It's time to engage in environmental protection, even the capital Beckland has become such a ghost, and it is about to catch up with the 'fog capital', maybe one day there will be a smog incident like London......"

The corners of Angel's mouth twitched, trying to smile, and then saw the next news.

"Eighty-five people have been killed and more than 200 injured in the explosion of a gas pipeline in Tingen, and Congressman Maynard, who gave a campaign speech that day, has confirmed that he was killed instantly."

It turned out that the official caliber of the incident of the descending of the evil god heir was a gas explosion......

She blinked, and read the report carefully.

It was another Sunday, seven days after the incident. Since it was an incident that occurred a week ago, this report did not go into detail about the situation at that time, but only followed up on the casualty statistics.

Interestingly, the report mentions survivors' accounts that a woman fired several shots at the scene before the gas pipe exploded under the street park, threatening to kill people randomly, causing chaos at the scene.

Some people believe that this move caused the people in the park to flee the explosion range, objectively reducing the number of deaths, but others believe that she is the culprit who caused the leaking gas explosion.

"You don't know how much disaster you have escaped......"

Although he scoffs at the claims that he misunderstood him, Angel can also understand their feelings, after all, it is impossible to talk about sacrificial rituals and the arrival of evil gods, and it is not surprising that he does act insanely in the street park, which makes people think that he is the creator of the disaster.

If I hadn't used a gun at the time, but had lit a few black flames, I might have been more like the person who detonated a gas pipe......

Angel smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt that the "witch" potion in her body had quietly digested a small part.

The disaster in front of the public's eyes, the people who led the disaster to happen, the notoriety that spread widely......

Angel immediately thought of these keys.

Is it a way to cause death and tragedy...... Even the "witches" who can't tell the name of the potion can digest part of it from this behavior?

However, this is somewhat consistent with the experience I gained from playing the instigator, and the act of being in the newspaper and being seen by more people is more helpful in digesting the potion.

With these experiences in mind, Angel put away the newspaper, took one last sip of coffee, threw the paper cups and paper bags containing pies into the trash, and left the station with her luggage.

……

After a well-connected subway line to the Beckland Bridge district and a change in a hired carriage, Angel finally arrived at Red Rose Street before it was completely dark.

It's a riverside street, but that's not the advantage of the nearby residences, the river that runs through the city is full of steamboats that travel back and forth day and night, as well as oil and garbage floating on the river's surface, and even corpses floating from time to time, so that most of the windows on the riverside are closed.

It's also the Tasok River, and it's much better in Tingen than here......

Glancing at the busy river, Angel knocked on the door of 25 Red Rose Street.

It is a three-story single-family house, and the first floor is half a shop, with a sign of "Varys Grocery Store" hanging on it, which is old and faded.

After a few knocks, the side door next to the shop opened, and a brown-haired woman about 30 years old in an apron peeked out and looked at Angel warily.

"It's closed, what's the matter with you?"

Angel put down her hood and said with a kind smile:

"Sorry to bother, I saw the rental information in the Bakerland Daily, is there a two-story townhouse for rent here?"

When she saw Angel's appearance, the woman had already lowered most of her vigilance, and after listening to her words, she smiled even more:

"Yes, you wait."

She closed the door, and then hurried footsteps left and returned, and the brown-haired woman opened the door again, inviting Angel in.

Since the shop occupies a large area on the first floor, the actual living room of the house is located on the second floor, and Angel follows the woman upstairs to the living-furnished living room, where she meets the real owner of the house, Ms. Varys.

She was about fifty years old, and her black hair was already mixed with a lot of silver strands, and although she could see that she had been regularly maintained, she still had some wrinkles on her face and the back of her hands.

"I heard you're renting my house?"

Ms. Varys asked straight to the point after inviting Angel to sit down.

"That's right, the two-story set, I saw in the newspaper, is 15 soles a week?"

"Well, it starts to rent for half a year, and there is no additional cost for furniture, but you have to pay for water and gas, which is a total of ......"

"20 pounds 5 soles."

Angel did a quick calculation and replied.

Varys raised his eyebrows and exclaimed:

"You calculated quickly, at least this time the tenant is a cultural person."

"This time?"

Angel asked curiously.

"Hehe, the last time I rented a house was a Fursak, rude and calculating, and finally disappeared without quitting the rent, I was afraid that he would come back, and left the house vacant for a month, and I haven't seen him until now."

Mrs. Varys babbled on complaining about the previous tenant, and then asked the maid to bring the contract that had been prepared long ago.

Angel took a cursory look at it, the contract was very formal, and there were no other special requirements except for renewing the lease one month in advance and paying the rent.

"By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet, and I'll have to show me my identification."

As she flipped through the contract and signed her name in several places, Mrs. Varys asked casually.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to bring my ID when I came here from Tingen, I can ask my family to send it if you need it." Angel squeezed out a smile and "convinced" the other party.

"It's okay, I'm just asking, only people in the West Villas field like to check other people's documents all day long."

Listening to Varys's response, Angel smiled slightly and signed his fake name on the contract, which is also the name he will use in Beckland in the future.

Erin Watson.

(End of chapter)