After putting on a cloak and wearing the "Ring of Madness" to turn herself into Miss Erin Watson, who has a round face and freckles, Angel arrives on the first floor of the hotel and prepares to go out.

She found Pierre, a student at the École Normale Supérieure in a rather formal outfit, with a white shirt, brown waistcoat and coat, and slim trousers, and short black hair shiny, but with a thinner body, the formal dress looked more like a waiter at a hotel.

Sure enough, this guy took me to live near his school, with this in mind...... Angel smiled and walked past him with her head down. Pierre just glanced at the ordinary-looking woman, and then quickly looked back into the depths of the hotel, trying to find the bright color that made him unforgettable for the night.

Hopling into the hired carriage, she went to the branch of the Beckland Bank in Trier, which she had chosen the previous night, and withdrew a portion of the money she had deposited in the bearer account in the local currency.

Compared with Rune's strange exchange ratio of gold pounds, sylle and pennies, Intis is worthy of the countries ruled by Russell the Great, there are only two legal tenders, "Filkin" and "Kope", with an exchange ratio of 1:100, of course, in the specific form of currency, copper, silver, gold and paper money are in circulation, which is also one of the characteristics of this era.

Slipping a small stack of Filkin, a handful of copper and silver coins into his pocket, Angel left the bank and found a restaurant to solve his breakfast problems.

Rejecting the familiar, delicious but often available Dixie pie set, she opted for strawberry jam muffins, creamy soufflés, cat's tongue cakes and milky coffee, ending her first breakfast in a foreign country with a sweet tooth.

Compared to Rune, whose famous cuisine is all foreign cuisine, the people of Intis are really blessed...... Angel sighed and burped back on the streets, ready to wander around the streets, trying to find bars and other information distribution centers to see if she could ask for news of the underground market.

The street atmosphere, which was very different from that of busy Rune, soon attracted Angel's attention, and she even saw many laid-back gentlemen and ladies, dressed in formal attire, walking down the street with a nonchalant face...... Turtles?

Compared to the Becklanders, who rush to work like mad dogs, the Trier people do have their advantages.

With this slow pace, Angel's mind calmed down, and she tried to observe the city like a tourist, not an adventurer in a hurry to return to Bansey, wandering among the colorful buildings under a blue sky unlike the foggy weather on the sea.

But soon, a burst of spiritual alertness shattered her vacation trip.

"Peeping, stalking, or blocked divination?"

Angel was a little surprised, compared to Tingen, who had been on duty at night, Beckland, who was targeted by the Witch Sect and the Aurora Society, she shouldn't have any acquaintances in Intis, why was she inexplicably targeted less than a day after she arrived here?

On the street, she couldn't take out the magic mirror for divination, so she could only pretend not to find it, walked forward slowly, stood under the street sign on the corner for a long time, found the direction to the underground quarry, and walked that way.

According to Pierre's presentation yesterday, there are huge quarry ruins underneath Trier, and those hollows are so continuous that they almost form another "Trier" underground, where at first homeless people and gray zone practitioners lingered, but gradually it has developed into a new "neighborhood".

Descending a narrow stone staircase, Angel soon reached the dimly lit underground area, where sparse stone pillars supported the structure above, and passages spread in all directions, either wide or narrow, making it easy to get lost even if there were signs to show them.

Fortunately, she didn't come to go shopping, as soon as she entered the ground, she used her stealth ability, hid behind a stone pillar, and waited quietly.

A moment later, there was an inaudible sound of footsteps, and the dust beside the stone staircase was stirred up by the breeze, becoming very conspicuous in the sunlight above.

"Bang-"

Angel fired a shot in that direction, and a "phantom phosphorus eruption" instantly exploded a cloud of phosphorescent light at the exit of the stone staircase, and a figure was covered with a faint light and appeared in the underground passage.

Strands of invisible silk immediately flew towards the figure, but they were consumed by the black flames that suddenly appeared in midair.

Angel frowned, the other party is also a witch!

She no longer tried to keep her hand, and stepped out of the frost with one foot, lowering the temperature around her, and her right hand with the gun continued to aim, and with her left hand, she turned the knight's bracelet into a long sword, and the silk thread changed to assist her movements, and rushed towards the opponent at high speed.

"Wait ......"

The witch in the stealth shouted, but found that the bone sword had no intention of stopping at all, so she had to take out a dagger to block, but it was broken into two under the sharp magical item, and her body also appeared under the attack.

"Long time no see, Severia."

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Angel pressed his long sword against the other party's shoulder and whispered.

……

Moments later, two witches who had left Bakeland stood still in a corner of the underground block, dodging the curious locals who had heard the gunshots.

The black-haired witch, who had been Angel's boss, saw that the other party was no longer trying to attack, and put an elegant smile on her face, she was wearing a long Indisian-style dress that was not suitable for action, a pale yellow jacket, and a popular women's hat from Rune.

"I saw your back in the carriage and was a little familiar, and the divination failed, so I secretly followed, wanting to confirm," Severia's tone was still the same seductive tone as before, "Sure enough, it's you, Erin Watson, no, this should be your pseudonym, right?" ”

"So what," Angel replied with a chuckle, at this time she finally had a slight advantage in strength compared to the feeling of grievance in Beckland, "It's you, how did you get here from Beckland?" Not your baroness anymore? ”

"Baroness ......"

Hearing this word, Severia rarely sank her face.

"Heh, I guess now that my wanted notice has spread to the three major churches and the military, do you think I dare to stay in Beckland?" She sneered a little disdainfully, and then changed her words, "However, I have left all the properties that I can't take away to you, and the lawyer is estimated to have completed the formalities, and you can take over everything at any time, my niece." ”

In the end, she gritted her teeth a little, and seemed extremely unhappy that Angel had cheated on her.

"The Baron's estate? Why? ”

Angel subconsciously asked, and then understood the other party's thoughts.

If he takes over the property of those members of the "Witch Sect", he will inevitably return to the eyes of the official extraordinary, and even be regarded as an accomplice, these industries that Severia can't take away or sell are like a well-prepared trap.

Of course, if the Church of the Night can cooperate with me, maybe it will be ......

"There's no why, just be the reward for our short-term 'cooperation'," Severia's attitude proved Angel's guess correct, "Anyway, I'm ready to start here from scratch, and I'll never have anything to do with you official Beckland extraordinaires again." ”

"Self-made? You're not looking for a single nobleman to be the wife of a baron, are you? ”

Angel sneered mercilessly.

"This time, maybe something ......will be different," Severia didn't retort, but replied mysteriously, "I've told you a lot of things, so can you let me know the whereabouts of the 'Desperate Lady'?" I waited in Trier for a week and didn't hear anything from her. ”

It turns out that this guy is so cooperative because he wants to get news of her boss from me, the "inner ghost who has infiltrated the witch sect...... Angel chuckled.

But these messages are not confidential, and they are conducive to establishing her mysterious image, so Angel honestly replied:

"Beckland's Orthodox Church sent angels walking on the ground, and she ran into one of them head-on."

"Angel" has a different meaning among the Extraordinary than in religious texts, representing a powerful Extraordinary One who has reached Sequence 2, and Severia is clearly aware of this, her eyes instantly widening, and her brown eyes are full of shock.

"No wonder...... The smog stopped so quickly because the 'Desperate Lady' had ......."

"So fast? Did you know that 100,000 people died that day? ”

Angel interrupted, the "Good Luck" pistol pointed straight at Sevelia's chest, and the bone sword was close to her neck, ready to cut off the head of the Witch of Pleasure at any moment.

"Then do you know how many people die in a year in the East End, docks, and factories?" Sevilia met her angry gaze without fear, "Four to fifty thousand a year, the number of a big smog in two years, of course, they die in factories, in hospitals, and in corners where no one notices, it is not as shocking as the corpses on the streets, but how much difference is there between the two?" ”

"You're still killing people?"

She didn't bother to argue with the witch anymore, so with a slash of the bone sword, she slashed down and cut the sneering Severia into spilled translucent pieces.

"Bang-"

There was a soft sound overhead, and the other party actually used the mirror on the moving carriage to divert, and the carriage sped away, with a light cough, out of range that Angel could reach by jumping through the flames.

She hesitated for a moment, but still didn't catch up, unlike Beckland or Tingen in Trier, there was no Church of the Night Goddess, and once she fought on the streets of the city, what awaited her was a similar fate as Severia.

"As long as she really intends to be a 'baroness', there is always a chance to find her ......"

Angel muttered, put away the knight's bracelet and the "good luck" pistol, put on his hood and left in the other direction.

Tears welled up

(End of chapter)