Walking silently through the street, Angel could feel the night watchman's gaze lingering on her for a short time, but she entered and exited from the back door of Lily's house, and did not show up on the street, the other party just subconsciously followed her back, quickly retracted her gaze, and continued to scan the street.

It wasn't until he turned the corner and left the other party's line of sight that Angel breathed a sigh of relief, got into a hired carriage, and left the place.

Her destination is a nearby private detective agency.

That's right, the "traditional" method Angel used in Tingen, hiring a private investigator to keep an eye on Lily Granger's home and wait for the guy who sent the threatening letter to come to the door.

Although it is likely that the night watchman she met just now was doing the same thing, Angel decided to solve the problem in her own way instead of waiting for the results on the night watchman's side.

Not far from the technical college, she found a private detective agency, borrowed a pen and paper and quickly drew a portrait of the middle-aged man in the divination, marked the color of his hair and eyes, and handed it to the detective who received her.

The asking price for all-day stalking is £10 a week, which is on the high side, but they should arrange for 2-3 people to take turns to ensure that there are people watching 24 hours a day, so according to the detective's words, "expensive is expensive".

If they find a target, they also need to track them to a hiding place, preferably to find out who they are, and this is an additional service that costs them separately afterwards.

At this moment, Angel almost wanted to find the Sherlock Moriarty detective she knew well to do it.

However, considering that Sherlock was an extraordinary man, the asking price would only be higher, and that it would be overkill to let him do the work of stalking, he finally handed over 10 pounds, paid a week's sum upfront, and hired the detective and his men to spy on Lily Granger's house.

"I hope the 10 pounds are worth it, and I can find the guy who wrote the threatening letter, hmph, this should be the work of the night watchman, but unfortunately I can't find them to reimburse ......"

Thinking with some hatred, Angel left the North District, this time she tried to take a steam subway, and successfully used the "good luck" revolver to blow up a cylinder in the front of the subway car, delaying the trip of hundreds of people.

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On Saturday, Angel went to Sherman's house in the East Side, and this time she climbed up to the second floor from the back of the apartment, entered the other party's house through the window, and before she could get out of the bedroom, she saw Sherman coming with a warning face.

"Good, you've made some progress this time."

Looking at the novice assassin who took a non-standard posture to respond to the enemy, Angel nodded with satisfaction, even if the "assassin" potion has a strengthening effect on the body, as well as several useful extraordinary abilities, but the combat skills still have to be explored and learned by himself, and he can find that someone has broken into his home, which is already stronger than last week.

Under questioning, Angel learned about Sherman's actions over the past week, and he practiced meditation and vision every day, and also tried to train the skills of the "assassin" at home, such as charging a blow, levitation and other extraordinary abilities.

"Dark vision is also very useful, and now I don't even need to light the gas lamp at night, which saves a lot of money."

Sitting in the humble living room, Sherman said a little shyly.

Angel was a little ashamed of this, and she finally understood how Severia felt about herself.

Perhaps two of the poorest members of the Witch Sect are concentrated in this palm-sized room......

After a brief moment of embarrassment, she digresses the subject and asks Sherman if he has found the whereabouts of the trafficker Barron.

"I found some former friends in a nearby tavern and asked them to find the man named Barron through their connections, but nothing came of it, maybe he was not in the East End, but in the docks, in the South End, etc., where there are also a concentration of poor people, suitable for hiding."

Sherman replied, adding his own analysis to the debriefing, which made Angel a little impressed by the quality of the newbie.

"In addition, I found that there are people in many parts of the East Side who are spreading the belief in the 'Creator', and they think that instead of believing in one of the seven gods, it is better to go directly to the church and pray to the 'Creator' of the Source, who is in everyone's body and never leaves...... As long as you pray to Him, you will be more relaxed in life, have meat to eat every day, and be redeemed in death and enter His kingdom of heaven.

"These words are very tempting, especially when the surrounding farmers are pouring into Beckland to grab the few jobs that are already scarce, and many of the unemployed workers believe it."

Listening to Sherman's retelling of those missionary words, Angel felt a touch of familiarity, and quickly found the source from memory, and found that it was very similar to the "true creator" belief declared by the "Aurora Society", but after some changes, it no longer blindly preached the creator itself, but focused on more direct "benefits", making the doctrine more understandable and convenient to spread at the bottom.

It seems that what the "Just" Audrey said at the Tarot meeting is that the belief in the cult is gradually spreading among the people at the bottom of the Eastern District, but I don't know what the purpose of the "Aurora Society" is, simply to expand the number of believers, or for some kind of larger conspiracy?

Of course, Angel can't do anything about this, and can only hope that the Orthodox God Church can find the problem as soon as possible and intervene, or the royal family can solve the problem of survival of the people at the bottom and eliminate the soil for the breeding and spread of cults.

"You're still going to focus on the Barron affair or other events involving a large number of missing people, well, if you know friends who are unemployed, you can find some clever ones and hire them to help you expand your search."

Angel asked Sherman not to pay too much attention to the issue of the cult god.

The latter nodded, did not mention the matter again, but asked about the use of the extraordinary abilities of the "assassin", Angel did not reserve, taught him some of his own experience, and experienced the joy of being a teacher.

Unexpectedly, although Sherman's personality is a bit indecisive, he learns knowledge very quickly, drawing inferences from others, and quickly absorbing Professor Angel's skills.

If he hadn't been born on the East End, he might have been able to get into a good school and have a decent job......

Angel looked at the other party's somewhat neutral face and suddenly asked:

"You asked for the 'Assassin' potion, can you tell me why?"

Sherman, who was meditating, was stunned for a moment, hesitated, and asked rhetorically after a while:

"I've heard that sequence 7 of the assassin's path, which is the potion taken for the third time, is called 'witch'?"

"That's right, since you ask this question, you must know what kind of changes will occur in the body at that stage, right?"

No wonder Severia said I would be surprised when I heard the reason, so it was, it really surprised me......

Looking at Sherman, whose eyes instantly showed an expectant look, Angel sighed secretly, she already knew the reason why the other party took the initiative to choose "assassin".

"You already have a lofty goal, so are you prepared for the difficulties on the way?"

Angel pulled out the dagger at his waist and stabbed it on the table, then let go, the slightly trembling dagger that made Sherman's expectant expression blend a hint of horror.

“…… Yes, they told me, but, but I ......"

"You can try to choose people who do a lot of evil, like the first human life you have in your hands, the foreman who bullied you. Of course, he doesn't deserve death, but there's no shortage of damn scum in the East End, and I think you know a lot of them, and you've even thought about how to deal with them a long time ago, right? ”

"I ......"

Sherman's face was full of horror, as if he could not yet accept who he was and the path he was going to take.

Limited to the oath he made in front of the Goddess's Sword, Angel could not inform the other party of the "trick", but could only guide him to act in accordance with his identity according to the literal meaning of "assassin", at most to reduce the casualties of innocent people, and try to point the blade at the small part that should have died.

If Sherman can't even do this kind of screening, then Angel is not ready to let him be promoted to a higher rank, compared to the "assassin", the bottomless "instigator" and "witch" will only be a greater threat to the normal social order.

Leaving behind the dagger that had been given to the other party as a weapon, and the 10 pounds that had been used as funds for Sherman's recruitment of eyeliner, Angel left the place. When she returned to the street, she looked back at the second floor, where Sherman's somewhat confused, helpless figure stood at the window, looking this way.

Sighing again, Angel tightened her hood and walked briskly in the direction of her safe house.

Why didn't she get confused about further "playing"?

With this melancholy, Angel pushed open the door on the second floor of the humble apartment building and came to the one-bedroom apartment he rented, and under the dark vision, there was an unmarked envelope next to the door.

(End of chapter)