"Sell 20 special bullets with extra lethality, £150."

"Selling 'witch' potion recipes, price negotiable."

Seeing the contents of the note he handed over appear on the blackboard of the rally, Angel was a little apprehensive and looked at Mr. A on the single sofa, but the other party didn't seem to pay attention to this, but hid his face under the hood, not knowing what to think.

Letting go of her hanging heart, she subconsciously touched the homemade puppy mask on her face to confirm that her true face was hidden under the mask.

Even if the mask is not there, I still have the "Ring of Madness", double insurance......

Angel pondered, looking at the rest of the blackboard.

"The formula for 'Sheriff' was bought? Or the seller finds that there are no buyers and no longer attends the rally; The information on the silk glands of the adult widow giant spider is still there, this thing should be very rare, but I don't know what it is used for......"

She browsed the information and waited, but no one was interested in the "Storm Convergence" for sale, which disappointed Angel, who was shy in her pocket.

Two days had passed since the bounty for the sale of the Difference Scripts with Dominic, and the "provocateur" had probably saved enough money to say that he was going to take Sonia out of the Northern Continent to Byam in the Rorsted Islands, and then disappeared.

"Fortunately, that guy has a bit of a conscience, and before he left, he told me all the secret gatherings in Beckland that he knew, and if no one on Mr. A's side buys bullets, I can try my luck elsewhere......"

After waiting for a few more minutes, the hall was full of people, and many people had already been called by the waiter to the next study to complete the transaction, and still no one was curious about these special bullets.

As for the information on the recipe of the "witch" for the fishing, she didn't expect it to have an effect on the same day, and it might take a week or two before the people of the "witch sect" noticed it and came to contact her.

Sighing secretly, Angel was about to get up to leave when she saw a new message from the waiter.

"Find the cooperation of extraordinary people who can do divination or search for people."

This immediately made her interested.

This message looks like a cooperation with an extraordinary person, but it requires the ability of divination, and it is obvious that it is necessary to use divination to find people, which is exactly the ability that the "witch" has, although it is not as diverse as the "soothsayer" in terms of means, but the effect of the magic mirror divination method is no less than that of the pendulum or dream method.

Not long after waving the waiter and writing down a note requesting a detailed meeting, Angel was ushered to the door of the study next door.

After making sure that the Ring of Madness and the puppy mask were on her body, and that she had put on the hood of her cloak to cover her hair, she pushed open the door and walked inside.

Inside stood a stranger, his back exuding an indescribable majesty, but the diminutive figure under the cloak diluted the impression, and the hem of the cloak that was about to drag to the ground even made it feel a little funny.

This can't be the woman who looked less than 1.6 meters last time, right?

Angel secretly guessed until the other party turned around, and a pair of green eyes looked this way under the hood that was too wide to cover the upper half of his face.

"Are you an extraordinary person with divination powers?"

Sure enough, it was a female voice, and the handful of blond hair under the hood...... Is it indeed the short woman I've seen before, didn't the tall woman who appeared with her come?

It seems that she doesn't want to reveal her identity, but the last time she didn't disguise herself, I already remembered her looks......

Angel thought for a moment, nodded, and replied:

"That's right, you need to find someone through divination?"

"Yes," the woman looked much more relaxed after receiving an affirmative answer, she handed over a note, and said, "The information is here, I hope to find her as soon as possible, or at least get some clues, depending on the importance of the clues, you will get 20 to 100 pounds, and the direct location of the other party is 200 pounds." ”

After taking the information, Angel was stunned.

"Coming to Beckland from the city of Tingen within half a month, female, about 20 to 30 years old, 1.7 to 1.8 meters tall, with long straight hair, is probably the middle sequence of the 'Assassin' path."

"That's all?"

Flipping the note over and looking at the back, Angel found no other information.

"There are hundreds of people who come to Beckland from Tingen every day, and it is impossible to tell the word by age and gender alone. I need the detailed appearance of the other party, preferably a portrait, or an item that she has been using for a long time, or even intimate clothing, if I only have this information on hand, there is a high probability that the divination will fail. ”

Shaking the note, Angel explained to the naïve trader that in fact this kind of divination was almost impossible to succeed, but she took into account the other party's emotions and did not directly deny it.

The only information that can be considered valid information should be the other party's potion path, the middle sequence of "assassins", it is likely to be "witches", or even "pleasure", and most of these extraordinary people belong to the "witch sect".

In other words, this kind of goal is not something to be messed with.

Hearing Angel's explanation, the disappointment of the woman who obviously did not know much about divination was overflowing, she took the note that was handed back and put it away, and saw that Angel had turned back and was about to leave, and stopped her again.

"This is a long-term task, you can try to find it, and if you have any clues, you are welcome to come and receive the reward at any time."

Receiving the reward? The last one who provoked the Witch Sect fled from the port of Enmat to Beckland, and now it is estimated that he is already on the ship leaving the Northern Continent......

Angel felt a little funny, and wanted to remind him, but he felt that he was a little shallow and profound, and finally did not reply.

Back in the hall, the message for the sale of bullets was still on the blackboard, but a mark had been drawn next to it.

This indicates that someone has applied for a transaction...... Rejoicing, she returned to her seat, and a waiter led her to another room.

The trader in the room was tall, with a pompous gold-colored mask, revealing his facial features and both cheeks, he had already counted the bills in his hand, and when he saw Angel come in, he couldn't wait to start trading.

After listening to Angel's introduction to the effect of bullets, he immediately took out one and looked carefully at the gas lamp on the wall.

"Very well, that's what I thought, are you all there is?"

"Yes, that's all my 'craftsman' did, and there should be a new one in a week if you need it."

Angel pretends to reveal that there is a "craftsman" who makes bullets behind him, adding to the mystery, and at the same time keeping the other party from paying too much attention to himself as a "consignee".

And she was telling the truth, "Storm Convergence" was difficult to make, and the materials needed were also difficult to buy, and after losing the supply of materials for the night watch, making 20 pieces a week was already the limit.

"Artisans? Is it from the Church of the Storm? ”

The other party's curiosity was indeed directed to the non-existent craftsman, and he asked.

"No, why do you think that?"

"I thought that this style of bullet was only made by them...... Hmm, the emblem of the night at the bottom of the shell? That's weird......"

Seeing that the masked man seemed to want to dig deeper, Angel interrupted his self-talk with a light cough and said:

"If there is no problem with the bullet, I will leave first, and if you still need it, you can post a trade request in a week, or wait for my information."

If you can form a stable supply relationship, your financial crisis can be solved, and a bullet that costs about 2 pounds can be sold for 7.5 pounds, which is equivalent to an inexhaustible gold mine......

Thinking about her future life, Angel left the small room for private transactions.

……

Before the steam subway was shut down, Angel returned to the Beckland Bridge area, and because of the huge amount of money, she chose not to walk home, but found a hired carriage, but just as she got on the bus, a sneaky figure behind her caught her attention.

"Go to the East End, Stoke Street."

Changing the destination, Angel waited for the carriage to start moving, then pulled the curtain on the window and peeked behind him.

Sure enough, a hired carriage followed, and although it slowed down and didn't follow too closely, as if it happened to be on the same road, Angel made the coachman change direction twice, and the other party was able to catch up.

"Right here, I'm getting off."

At an intersection in the East End, Angel handed the two soles to the coachman, jumped out of the carriage, and ran straight into another street, where the neighing sound of the horses being strangled was heard behind him, and the stalker was caught off guard and pulled away.

Walking past the homeless people sitting or lying on the street corner, she slipped into a narrow alley, then took out a handful of fish scale powder from the cloth bag under her cloak and sprinkled it on herself, and her figure in the moonlight disappeared in an instant as if covered by an invisible curtain.

Hurried footsteps approached, and a man in a felt hat and a thin trench coat followed the alley quickly, and he looked around, but could not find the figure of the woman who had just entered the alley.

Subconsciously continued to run for a distance, the man stopped, he seemed to sense something wrong, and grabbed his hand under the trench coat.

"Don't move, take your hands out slowly."

The coldness from his neck made his whole body stiff and he stopped moving.

(End of chapter)