"Hey, what's that look on your face, that's my £2,000, not yours."

Dominic couldn't help but remind Angel.

"Oh, really?"

The latter clutched the £2,000 worth of papers to his chest and clutched it tightly.

"Okay, it's everyone's 2,000 pounds, we can split the account fifty-fifty, Sonia and I can take half of it in total, after all, you need me to take you to the gathering of the Extraordinary and sell this manuscript."

After measuring the difference in force between the two sides in his mind, Dominic compromised.

If I am half a person, then I can only get 1,000 pounds?

Angel shook her head: "I think 500 pounds is enough to buy your intelligence and labor, the manuscript is in my hands, I can go and find a buyer slowly, but where do you go to find another manuscript?" ”

The two were at a stalemate for a moment, and finally decided to divide it into three or seven, and after selling the Difference Machine manuscript, Angel would receive 1,400 pounds, and Dominic and Sonia would receive 600 pounds.

Dominic's face was a little angry, and then he turned into helplessness, and he personally delivered Angel and the Difference Machine manuscript to the door, and never took his eyes off the file bag.

This made Angel a little worried that he would attack on impulse, but fortunately, although the "provocateur" was unforgiving, he did not do anything stupid in the end.

"Remember, three days later, at six o'clock on Friday evening, don't die in some stinking ditch and lose our 2,000 pounds."

When Angel walked down the stairs, the guy was still dutifully playing.

Does he know the "trick of playing", or is he just subconsciously doing something that matches his identity and the name of the potion?

Angel secretly guessed, and replied casually: "It's my 2,000 pounds, you only have 600, no, it's 300 pounds, and the remaining half is Sonya's." ”

Even though she had gone down to the second floor, she could still hear the sound of the upstairs door slamming shut.

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In the western part of the Sunia Sea, a three-masted schooner is sailing through an endless storm.

The captain of the Blue Avenger, Alger Wilson, dressed in storm robes, was in the captain's room looking at the charts on the table, but his eyes were out of focus, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he stood up and looked out at the small window in the bulkhead that was open to the outside, outside which the torrential rain was raging, and every now and then a bolt of lightning streaked by, illuminating the deep blue and almost black water.

"I'm an original member of the Tarot Society, so I should have thought about it," Alger muttered, his tone hesitant, as if to convince himself, "Mr. Fool doesn't care about these worldly things, but we must protect the Tarot Society for him." ”

He still wants to find out where Miss "Queen" is and whether she will threaten the existence of the Tarot Society.

If she had died in a battle, or had been hunted by an official Extraordinary, it would have been a pity, but it would have been the best outcome for the Tarot Society.

But if she had been interrogated after being arrested, or had voluntarily divulged the existence of the Tarot Society to others, Mr. Fool would have been fine, but what about us mortals?

With all this figured out, Alger rounded the chart table, pushed open the door to the captain's quarters, and stepped into the storm.

The uncontrolled sails were rattling, and the few crew members on deck were busy in the wind and rain, and while the ghost ship didn't need sailors, Alger needed them for other tasks.

Seeing their captain walk onto the deck, they stopped what they were doing and looked at the "navigator" of Sequence 7.

"We will go to Port Olawe in the Rorsted Islands, where we will stay for a day to resupply and receive new orders."

Alger shouted loudly, only then could his words be passed on to everyone on deck in the storm.

Several crew members shouted in response to the captain's words after a brief moment of stunnedness, and cheers rang out one after another.

They had only been out of the port of Pritz for a week, and unlike ordinary ships, the ghost ship needed hundreds of people to keep afloat and needed to save supplies, so they could eat fresh food every day and sleep in spacious private rooms.

But docking means relaxation of body and mind, and it means ......

"I can't wait, how can the girls of Pritzport have the energy of the sea!"

One of the crew members swayed exaggeratedly, eliciting laughter from his companions.

Alger didn't bother with these unruly crew members, he just wanted obedient men, not saints who were so disciplined that they eventually broke down.

And it was only when he got to the shore that he had the opportunity to contact his companions within the church by telegram, asking them to help investigate the information of the Empress and what was going on in the city of Tingen.

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"Whoa—"

Angel lays an egg in the pan and uses the spatula to pull the bacon to the side, making room for the omelette to be the most susceptible to heat in the middle of the pan.

The aroma of the protein and the high heat of the grease gives off the atmosphere, giving the open kitchen a unique morning atmosphere.

"It's better to fry one more today."

Angel took a snort and decided to add an egg to her breakfast.

Just then, there was a knock on the door to the living room.

"Who's knocking on the door at this time......"

Looking at the browned omelette on one side, Angel could only take the pan from the stove and set it aside, hoping that the residual temperature would not ruin his breakfast, and then wiped his hands and went to the door.

Through the cat's eye, she noticed two middle-aged men in police uniforms standing outside the door, and she was familiar with the police system of the Kingdom of Rune, and she immediately saw that one of them was a senior inspector and the other was a sergeant.

Could it be that the manuscript matter is exposed? Or maybe the thief Gouri and his boss finally decide to file a police report, preferring to send themselves to jail in order to recover the manuscript?

After thinking for a moment, Angel decided to open the door first.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

She opened the door, pretending to be surprised and wary at the sight of the police, and said in a hesitant tone.

"Erin Watson?" The sheriff with a beard and two V-shaped badges on his shoulders asked in a serious tone, and the moment he saw Angel, he showed a look of surprise, and paused for a moment before continuing, but his attitude had softened significantly, "I'm Sheriff Dole of Red Rose Street, this is Senior Inspector Mr. Hopper, he has something to ask you, please answer truthfully." ”

This attitude is changing too quickly...... No wonder Mrs. Varys doesn't like "West Velas Field," and I don't think anyone in the whole of Beckland will like you.

Secretly slandering the capital police system, Angel's face showed doubts and nervousness, and he asked in a stumbling tone:

"Yes, what do you want me to ask me? I just moved from Tingen and don't know anything......"

"Ahem, please don't be nervous, ma'am," the senior inspector called Hopper coughed lightly with three six-pointed stars on his epaulettes, "and we just came from Mrs. Varys, and she mentioned that you have rented this house since last Sunday, have you met a Fursack?" Well, he looks like this......"

As he spoke, the senior inspector took out a stacked piece of tissue paper from the inner pocket of his police uniform, opened it and showed the front to Angel.

It was a wanted post, and it smelled of ink, and it seemed to have just been printed, and it depicted a middle-aged man about forty years old, with long sideburns that almost covered his ears, and a beard that completely covered his broad face, and some text descriptions underneath, tan hair, blue eyes, and Rune with a Fursak accent.

At first sight, Angel recognized it as what she had seen in the Magic Mirror Divination, hiding the "Difference Machine" manuscript in the study of the house, Quaker, the former tenant.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have seen him."

Pretending to remember for a moment, Angel replied.

This is true, she has not met this Fusak man in reality.

"Okay, you remember what he looks like, if you see him, don't alarm him, secretly contact the nearest patrolman, or go to the police station to call the police."

As if he had expected the answer, Senior Inspector Hopper's brown eyes showed a look of understanding, rubbing his sideburns with one hand, and continuing to display the wanted warrant with the other, and instructed.

"Okay, officer, but who the hell is he? Wouldn't it be dangerous if I met him? ”

"He's a Fursak spy, of course it's dangerous!"

Sheriff Dürer chimed in.

"Spy!"

Angel duly expressed shock and fear, and succeeded in obtaining verbal comfort from the two police officers.

"Madam, don't worry, the police will arrest him soon, if you meet him, don't show the emotions and actions of knowing him, find an opportunity to leave, and go to the police."

After much remonstrance, they put away their wanted warrants and walked down the street towards Mrs. Varys's quarters.

Continuing to put on a worried face, Angel didn't close the door until the two officers were out of sight, and returned to his living room.

"The sergeant and the senior inspector should not be in the same system, he has limited respect for his superiors, and it is more like cooperating with his work...... The Senior Inspector, hey, is probably a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, and they automatically get this rank in the police system. ”

Rubbing his stiff face, Angel analyzed the identities of the two just now.

Then she remembered Captain Dunn's deep eyes and the occasional rubbing of his sideburns.

Could it be that this Senior Inspector Hopper is also a "nightmare"?

(End of chapter)