Having been "reminded" by the Witch Cult's Severia, Angel instantly guessed the purpose of the seekers: to find someone with the extraordinary characteristics of "sheriff" and "interrogator".

And this person, most likely, is the "Black Emperor" who recently broke into Kapin's mansion and killed the two extraordinary people who protected him, at least the companion who helped him sell his extraordinary characteristics.

With this level of cognition, Angel will naturally not bite the hook easily, but she is also very curious about the identity of the person who is looking for the Black Emperor behind this, according to her and Sherlock's analysis, Kapin is likely to have an inextricable relationship with the upper nobles of Beckland, and even the military and the royal family, not to mention that he is still helping the witch sect to traffick human beings, which is very involved, and his death has made many people anxious, and it is urgent to find the murderer.

There are too many possibilities for the identity of the person behind the scenes, but it makes people have no idea where to start.

"It's a pity, I won't be fooled, if I want to sell extraordinary characteristics, I will also do it at the Tarot meeting, not the gathering organized by the 'Aurora Society' divine envoy......"

Thinking to herself, Angel continued to check other trading information, and soon bought some spiritual materials to make bullets, sold 20 "Storm Convergence", and recovered 150 pounds in cash.

This time, the buyer is still the tall man wearing a gold-colored mask, and the other party seems to be very interested in the "craftsman" behind Angel, and has tried several times to win over the other party for a long-term supply, but Angel's speed of making ammunition is not stable, and he also suspects that the mask man is the spokesperson of a certain force, and he does not want to contact too much, so he did not agree.

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The door was closed, cutting off the noise of the extraordinaries who were attending the assembly outside, and Mr. A. withdrew his attendants, went down the stairs to the ground, carefully closed the door, and made a few bends in the dark passage to a temple-like basement.

Here stands an upside-down statue of the Giant God, which is the "true creator" that the Aurora Society believes in.

At this time, a man in a hooded robe was kneeling in front of the idol, and when he heard Mr. A's approaching steps, the man looked back at the entrance, and the faint light of the candle in the corner illuminated the beautiful, bewitching female face beneath the hood.

If the Night's Squad at Tingen's market value, or the "Red Gloves" of South, were present, they would easily recognize that this was Ms. D, who had fled from Tingen to Beckland.

As if he didn't see his colleague, Mr. A took a few steps forward and knelt in front of the idol as well, a few centimeters closer to the statue.

"I've found an entry point and I'll be going to do it soon."

After a moment of silence, Ms. D couldn't help but speak first.

Mr. A responded to her with silence.

"Don't you ......?"

"Mess up Tingen, you're going to do it again in Beckland?" Mr. A interrupted the other party, with a subtle hint of anger in his tone, "I have already started a cooperation with the Witch Sect, and I only let you stay here for fear of being caught by the official extraordinary, not for you to continue your way of doing things in Beckland. ”

"If you mess up again, even if the Sages spare you, I won't spare you."

With that, he bowed his head and prostrated himself on the ground, muttering something in his mouth, and continued to offer a sincere prayer to the "true Creator."

Ms. D snorted coldly, stopped speaking, but leaned down and made the same movement as him.

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On Saturday morning, Angel spent almost all of her savings and finally got her hands on the revolver made with the extraordinary properties of Sequence 6, a magical item she named "Good Luck".

The extraordinary properties of Sequence 6 are worth between £3,000 and £4,000, and the difference depends on scarcity and the game between the two sides of the trade, for example, the extraordinary trait of the "demon" that Angel sold to the "Eye of Wisdom" sold for £3,200, while the crafted magical item only sells for £3,500 and comes with a demon hunting bullet worth £200, apparently because the craftsman Kaveh is in a hurry to sell it.

Maybe it's because Kaveh thinks it's too easy to get bad luck with this pistol by his side...... I don't see a lot of customers in her watch shop a day, could it be because of this weapon?

Angel was in the mercenary wagon, carefully studying the large-caliber revolver in his hand.

The metal part of the weapon is a bright brass color, and it looks like it is made of gold, and the muzzle is slightly longer than that of a regular revolver, with intricate patterns engraved on it, and several grooves carved into the surface of the grip handguard to give it more friction and not easy to get out of your hand.

From the outside, it is not at all obvious that it is a weapon worth several thousand pounds......

Angel loaded the gifted Demon Hunter bullet into the nest, and put the pistol back into the holster at his waist under the cloak, carefully securing the holster so as not to lose the expensive item.

She now had less than £150 left in her net worth, and that was the hard-earned money she had earned from selling some of the special bullets at Mr. A's rally, and she was disappointed that the few potion formulas for sale had not been sold.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and she was going to the East End to meet the "newcomers" given to her by Severia and get to know each other, but the carriage had not yet reached the junction of the Beckland Bridge and the East End when it stopped with a "creaking" noise.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, the wheels seem to be stuck, and you can only walk for the rest of the journey."

The coachman's voice came from outside the door, Angel touched "good luck", sighed secretly, got out of the carriage, and settled the money.

She had no doubt that it was the negative effects of the magical object that had affected the carriage she was riding.

Sure enough, it didn't go far before the broken carriage recovered from the driver's sigh of surprise and confusion, and Angel did not look back to ride again, knowing that if she got back on the carriage, she would not be able to go far and that new problems would arise.

Walking into the East End, there were no unlucky things along the way, such as being hit by a high-altitude projectile, accidentally slipping and falling, Angel successfully came to a simple apartment building, which made her guess that the negative effect of "good luck" is not to take effect all the time, but to create some unlucky events intermittently, otherwise let alone use it for combat, I am afraid that it will be difficult to carry it just by carrying it.

The new Assassin lived on the second floor of the apartment, and Angel did not enter through the main entrance, but instead went around to the rear, easily climbed up through the gaps in the pipes and bricks, and used a flake formed by frost to pick open the latches on the inside of the window and enter the room.

The one-bedroom apartment was simply furnished, but tidy and tidy, and without the musty smell of bedding common in the East End, Angel walked out of the unoccupied bedroom, where a man was facing away from her, facing the only open window, looking out at the street scene, wondering what to think.

In Angel's deliberately aggravated footsteps, the man turned back with a hint of panic in surprise, his pupils shrank after seeing the person coming clearly, and his right hand touched his waist.

"Don't be nervous, I'm your new boss."

Angel didn't have the heart to fight him, and quickly took out the token that Severia had given her - a cheap silver earring.

Seeing the person who came to take out the token, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, put down the hand that touched the dagger at his waist, and turned his whole body completely to this side, his eyes were searching, first confirming the style of the earrings, and then curiously stopping on Angel.

The latter was also looking at the "Assassin", who was in his early twenties, shoulder-length brown hair, thin eyebrows, and his facial features were not as rugged as those of his age, but somewhat neutral and delicate.

"Hello, ma'am," he greeted cautiously, "Joels said you'd come today, but I thought, well, you'd go through the front door. ”

Who is Joels...... Could it be his previous connector, a member of some witch cult?

Angel muttered inwardly, but replied solemnly: "This is a test to see if you are vigilant enough, and the result disappointed me." ”

"I'm sorry, but I wasn't vigilant."

Unexpectedly, the newcomer easily admitted his mistake, which made Angel feel quite powerful and nowhere to go, she nodded and sat on the wooden chair next to the coffee table in the living room.

"Forget it today, you have to be vigilant in the future, maybe the next time you appear behind you is the enemy," Angel lowered his voice, making his tone look old-fashioned, more like a "senior", "Introduce yourself first." ”

The young man sat across from her, the rudimentary wooden chair creaking and crumbling.

"My name is Sherman, and I think you already know it, and I'm an 'Assassin'......"

(End of chapter)