"Why didn't you set it on fire yesterday?"

As soon as she spoke, Angel realized that her voice was even hoarser than when she woke up yesterday, but in order to strengthen her momentum, she still tried to make her tone more low and angry.

"Didn't I say that in advance?"

She added.

Of course, the "Good Luck" pistol he was holding was obviously even more terrifying, as soon as Sherlock walked out of the door, he raised his hands directly in front of the black hole muzzle, and the cuffs of his shirt that had not had time to be buttoned slid down to his elbows, revealing two bloody marks on the skin of his forearms.

It reminded her of her own madness from the previous night, and a complicated expression appeared on her face.

In the first battle with the "Apostle of Desire", Angel was detonated by the mental impact of the opponent and detonated all kinds of negative emotions and desires in her mind, so she was fully prepared before planning to intercept the opponent and fight again yesterday.

And judging by the results after the battle, everything is also under control.

But the appearance of the seal "1-42" spoiled everything.

Just like she has anti-divination, this seal armor is also capable of fighting divination, so in the moment before being attacked, neither her magic mirror nor her spirit gave any warning, until a silver-white blade emerged from her body, slicing her limbs and torso into pieces, Angel was shocked to be attacked, and barely escaped through the mirror double, and by the way, she used the movement behind the double to leave the place.

Then there's the flesh magic and negative effects of the "Rose Necklace", as well as the brink of spiraling out of control under heavy injuries......

Even at the moment when she was pulled by Sherlock, she regarded the detective, who was also black-haired and brown-eyed, as the person in her heart, lost the last shred of reason, and gave up suppressing her desires.

"I'm ......," Sherlock pursed his lips, his chapped lips making an equally hoarse voice, "...... Sorry......"

His eyes twinkled, and he seemed to have a thousand words, but in the end he just uttered such a word.

Of course, this can't be blamed on him, it's just his instinct to suppress "pleasure", the extraordinary ability of the Apostle of Desire, the negative effects of his own various magical items, and the inevitable result of many factors.

Although it is difficult to accept that after becoming a woman, she did the stupid thing last night with this body, but the other party is at least a familiar person.

Instead of going down with one shot and making the two enemies, it's better to think about what to do after that.

- In this case, it should be reasonable.

After a few minutes of stalemate between her face and Sherlock, holding her gun and holding her hands raised at the door of the guest room, Angel finally put down her "Good Luck" pistol and pulled the hammer back into place to avoid firing by mistake.

Sherlock also breathed a sigh of relief, and put down his raised hand, and instead of coming here at once, he went to the kitchen, made a pot of coffee, and made a simple breakfast with overnight bread with eggs and bacon - although it was already noon.

Angel, on the other hand, kept looking at his busy back, as if he was looking at someone in his memory.

……

As the omelette, bacon, toast, and coffee were brought to the coffee table by the bay window, Klein realized that the reason Angel wasn't sitting on the couch was ...... She was wearing only a shirt that didn't quite fit.

The clothes and trousers she wore yesterday were covered in blood and tattered, and she didn't know where she had been thrown when the lights were blinding.

Fortunately, his neighbor, Mrs. Starlene Summer, who was also the landlord, was home all day. Klein borrowed an old dress from Summer's house, and when he returned home, Angel's "breakfast" had been swept away. Facing his surprised gaze, those purple eyes moved away, as if they were a little embarrassed.

After going to the bathroom and getting Angel to change his dress, he went back to the living room to enjoy his share of food, fill his already shriveled stomach, and regain a little strength.

Pouring the still hot coffee into his stomach to relieve the aches and pains on his body, Klein was able to admire Angel sitting across from him, looking at the face that had reappeared in his true form.

Until the other party put the ring back on, and became the mediocre-looking "Erin Watson" again.

"Sorry...... Miss Irene. ”

He said again.

For yesterday, but also for the present.

……

"So, it was indeed the seal that seriously injured you yesterday......"

Since he decided not to pursue last night's incident, Angel quickly calmed down and communicated with the other party about the results of yesterday's battle.

Sherlock sighed lightly after reconfirming the lethality of "1-42".

"It seems that even if we don't participate in the battle, the Apostle of Desire will die under this seal, of course, provided that the other party can catch up with him." He returned to his usual sitting position, his right index finger on the armrest of the couch, which meant that he was thinking, "Fortunately, killing him early has also given us a lot of gains, for example, psychic results." ”

Angel raised her eyebrows, which was what she was most interested in.

"The real goal of the Apostle of Desire is indeed not us, or the people who killed the 'Demon Dog', he made a gesture of revenge just to attract the attention of the official extraordinary, and even used another 'Apostle of Desire' as a bait to lure away the demigods of the Church of Storm, so that there were holes in his defense around his real target.

"His real target is Duke Negan."

"Who?"

Angel subconsciously asked, and only then did he recall the name of the powerful man in his head.

Duke Pallas Negan, the largest landed nobleman outside the royal family, and one of the top group of people on the pyramid of power in Beckland, Angel had seen the name more than once in the newspapers, even after only being here for more than two months.

This kind of person, who is perhaps more important than some unwieldy royal family, died at the hands of a Sequence 5?

To this end, the apostle of desire left everything in Beckland. He hid in the house of the Duke's mistress, exploited the extreme emotions of the other party, and left Bakeland immediately after a successful blow. In return for the assassination, he was rewarded with a ticket to the high ranks, a 'Blasphemy Card' with the potion recipe. And the one who instructed him to complete these tasks and offered a reward was ......"

At this point, Sherlock paused.

"For the sake of caution, I still won't mention their names, and maybe later, with the help of Mr. Fool, I will have the opportunity to tell you all this."

Angel's eyes widened in confusion as she looked at the other person, but the next moment she understood the meaning of the sentence.

Sherlock believes that even mentioning "their" by name is likely to be discovered by the other party, or even interfere with it.

It's like 0-08......

"Let's talk about something else, then," she immediately stopped the dangerous topic and pointed her finger at the rose necklace on the coffee table, "The grazing of the 'Apostle of Desire' has been successful, and this magical item currently has the abilities of three 'demons'. ”

At the moment of successful grazing, the owner of the necklace will be able to know what the three abilities of "extraction" are.

One is "controlling desire", which can covertly or violently arouse the other party's negative emotions and desires, and covert attacks are not easy to be detected by the other party, otherwise they will inevitably be discovered, but the effect is significant.

Second, "Filthy Words" can be pronounced in demonic language to affect the people around you, but unfortunately, the word "slow" is drawn, which can slow people nearby for a few seconds, which should have a good effect in melee combat.

Finally, there is "malicious induction", which can detect the malicious intent of others towards you and know the location of the other person. But it had to be the kind that could and was ready to put it into action, and it couldn't be too far away, and the "demon dog" used this to locate Sherlock.

Although she didn't have the powerful and extraordinary abilities of "demonization" or "fear seed" that they had ever seen, she was already very satisfied with it as Angel's first soul to herd.

In this way, in addition to flesh control, the necklace has three more different abilities, which are only a third of the extraordinary properties of the "shepherd", and there are two other slots that can be used to herd other souls.

I'm afraid, this is the biggest takeaway from yesterday's battle...... That's right!

"When you found me yesterday, did you see that suitcase next to you? The one who wanted the apostles to put money? ”

Angel suddenly remembered their real "harvest" yesterday, and the box that the Apostle of Desire was reluctant to throw away when he fled, immediately asked.

"At the time, I was just concerned about ...... Didn't notice the surrounding boxes. ”

Sherlock replied with a frown, the various fragments of yesterday flashing through his mind, but there were no priceless suitcases in them.

They both stared at each other, and after a moment they sighed at the same time.

"I'll try to find it at night, huh...... I'll use the spirit to get there, so that the official extraordinaries don't use that box to set up an ambush. ”

Somewhat reluctant to make tens of thousands of pounds of income, Sherlock finally decided to take the risk and secretly search for it in the middle of the night, what if the official search for the extraordinary missed the box?

After finalizing the matter, the conversation also came to an end, Angel looked at the sun outside the window, got up from the sofa and prepared to leave, but because of the weakness of his feet, he shook and almost fell. Sherlock, who got up across from her, subconsciously raised his hand to help, but stopped under her cold eyes.

Yes, you can't be too intimate, at least not yet.

Sherlock - Crane thought with some regret as Angel left his house as he watched Angel leave his house after packing up the various magical items on the table, and he could faintly hear the sound of the other party calling for a hired carriage outside the door.

It wasn't until the sound of the wheels died away that Crane exhaled and sat back on the couch, looking at the gold chain wrapped around his left wrist, the amethyst hanging from the end shining in the sunlight outside the window.

As soon as a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was afraid of being seen, he immediately straightened his face, buttoned up his cufflinks, hid the amethyst pendant, and began to clean up the dishes on the coffee table.

But he still involuntarily came up with a sentence he saw in Russell's diary.

“…… That's pretty good......"

(End of chapter)