"Hey, what's that expression on your face? That's my 2,000 pounds, not yours."
Dominic couldn't help but remind Angel.
"Oh, really?"
The latter held the document bag worth 2,000 pounds to his chest and covered it tightly.
"Okay, it's everyone's 2,000 pounds. We can split it 50-50. Sonia and I can take half. After all, you need me to take you to the Beyonder party to sell this manuscript."
After measuring the difference in force between the two sides in his mind, Dominic compromised.
If each person pays half, then I can only get 1,000 pounds?
Angel shook his head. "I think 500 pounds is enough to buy your information and labor. I have the manuscript in my hands. I can slowly find a buyer, but where are you going to find another manuscript?"
The two were in a stalemate for a while, and finally decided to divide the money into 30-70. After selling Difference Engine Manuscript, Angel would get 1,400 pounds, and Dominic and Sonia would get 600 pounds.
Dominic, whose income had dropped sharply, had some anger on his face, but then turned into helplessness. He personally delivered Angel and Difference Engine Manuscript to the door without taking his eyes off the document bag.
This made Angel a little worried that he would attack impulsively. Fortunately, although this "Provoker" was unforgiving, he did not do anything stupid in the end.
"Remember, three days later, Friday evening at six o'clock, don't die in a stinking ditch and lose our 2,000 pounds."
Angel When he walked down the stairs, this guy was still performing his role dutifully.
Does he know "Acting Method", or is he just subconsciously performing actions consistent with his identity and name Potion?
Angel secretly guessed and replied smoothly, "It's my 2,000 pounds, you only have 600, no, it's 300 pounds, and the remaining half belongs to Sonia."
Even though she had gone down to the second floor, she could still hear the sound of the door upstairs being slammed shut.
To the west of the Sonia Sea, a Three-Masted Sailing Ship was traveling through the endless storm.
The captain of the "Blue Avenger", Alger Wilson dressed in Storm Robe, was looking at the chart on the table in the captain's room, but his eyes were out of focus and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a long time, he stood up and looked at the small window that opened outward on the bulkhead of the ship. A heavy rain was raging outside the window, and from time to time a bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating the deep blue and almost black water.
"I am the original member of Tarot Club, so I should think more about it," Alger murmured, with a hesitant tone, as if Persuasion himself said, "Mr. Fool doesn't care about these worldly things, but we have to protect Tarot Club for Him."
He still wants to find out the whereabouts of "Empress" Miss and whether she threatens Tarot Club's existence.
If she had died in a certain battle, or accidentally died while being hunted by the official Beyonder, it would be a pity, but it would be the best ending for Tarot Club.
But if she was interrogated after being arrested, or took the initiative to leak the existence of Tarot Club to others, Mr. Fool would definitely be fine, but what about us mortals?
After thinking about all this, Alger walked around the chart table, opened the door to the captain's cabin, and walked into Storm.
The uncontrolled sails were making noise, and the few crew members on the deck were busy in the wind and rain. Although the Ghost Ship did not need the Sailor, they were needed for other tasks undertaken by the Alger.
Seeing their captain walking onto the deck, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at the "Seafarer" of Sequence 7.
"We will go to Oravi Harbor in the Rhoside Islands and stay there for one day to resupply and receive new orders."
Alger shouted, and only in this way could his words be delivered to everyone on the deck in Storm.
After a brief pause, several crew members shouted to suit the captain, and cheers broke out one after another.
They have only been out to sea for a week from Pritz Harbor, and Ghost Ship is not like ordinary ships that require hundreds of people to maintain operations and need to save supplies, so they can eat fresh food every day and sleep in spacious single rooms.
But docking means relaxing the body and mind, which means...
"I simply can't wait. Girls like Pritz Harbor are not as exciting as those at sea!"
One crew member moved his lower body exaggeratedly, causing his companions to laugh with different thoughts.
Alger ignored these crew members who showed their true colors. He only wanted obedient subordinates, not saints who were so self-disciplined that they eventually lost control and collapsed.
And only after he reached the shore did he have the opportunity to contact his companions within the church via telegram and ask them to help investigate the information about Miss Empress and investigate what happened to Tingen City.
Angel Crack an egg into the pan, use a spatula to move the bacon to the sides, and make room for the fried egg in the center of the pan, where it is most susceptible to heat.
The aroma produced when protein meets high-heat fat emits, filling the open kitchen with a unique morning atmosphere.
"I'll fry one more today."
Angel took a sniff of the aroma and decided to add an egg to his breakfast.
At this moment, there was a knock on the living room door from outside.
"Who is knocking on the door at this time..."
Looking at the browned omelette on one side, Angel could only take the pan off the stove and set it aside, hoping that the remaining heat would not ruin his breakfast. Then he wiped his hands and came to the door.
Through the peephole, she noticed two middle-aged men in police uniforms standing outside the door. Being familiar with the Loen Kingdom police system, she immediately recognized that one of them was a senior inspector and the other was a sergeant.
Has the manuscript been exposed? Or maybe the thief Gaoli and his boss finally decided to report the crime and would rather put themselves in jail in order to recover the manuscript?
After thinking for a moment, Angel decided to take a look at Door Opening first.
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
She opened the door, pretending to be surprised and a little wary after seeing the police, and said hesitantly.
"Irene Watson?" The sergeant with a beard and two V-shaped badges on his shoulders asked in a serious tone. He looked surprised when he saw Angel. He paused for a moment before continuing. But his attitude has obviously softened, "I am Sergeant Dule from Red Rose Street, and this is Mr. Senior Inspector Hopper. He has something to ask you, please answer truthfully."
This attitude changes too fast... No wonder Mrs. Wallis doesn't like "Sivellaus Yard". I don't think anyone in Backlund will like you.
Secretly slandering the capital's police system, Angel's face showed confusion and nervousness, and he asked in a halting tone:
"Yes, do you have anything to ask me? I just moved here from Tingen and I don't know anything..."
"Ahem, please don't be nervous, madam," the senior inspector named Hopper, who had three six-pointed stars on his shoulder strap, coughed lightly and took over the conversation, "We just came from Mrs. Wallis. She mentioned that you have been renting this house since last Sunday. Have you ever met a Feysac people? Well, he looks like this..."
With that said, the senior inspector took out a folded piece of tissue paper from the inner pocket of his police uniform, opened it and showed the front to Angel.
This is a wanted poster, and you can still smell the fragrance of ink. It seems that it was printed not long ago. It depicts a middle-aged man in his forties, with long sideburns that almost cover his ears. Together with his beard, he completely covers his broad face. There is also some text description below, brown hair color, blue eyes, Feysac accent Loenese.
The first time she saw it, Angel recognized that it was the Quake she saw in Magic Mirror Divination, the former tenant who hid the "Difference Engine" manuscript in the study room of this house.
"Sorry, I probably haven't seen him."
After pretending to recall for a moment, Angel replied.
This is the truth, she has never seen this Feysac people in reality.
"Okay, take note of his appearance. If you see him, don't alert him. Secretly contact the nearest patrol officer, or go to Police Station to call the police."
As if he had already expected the answer, Senior Inspector Hopper had a look of understanding in his brown eyes. He rubbed his temples with one hand and continued to display the wanted poster with the other as he gave instructions.
"Okay, officer, but who is he? Will I be in danger if I meet him?"
"He is a Feysac spy, of course he will be very dangerous!"
Police Chief Duller interjected from the side.
"Spy!"
Angel showed shock and fear at the right time and successfully received verbal comfort from the two police officers.
"Madam, don't worry, the police will arrest him soon. If you meet him, don't show any emotions or actions that you know him. Find an opportunity to leave and call the police."
After repeated warnings, they put away the wanted poster and walked along the street to Mrs. Wallis's residence.
He continued to make a worried expression until the two police officers left his sight, then Angel closed the door and returned to his living room.
"The sergeant and the senior inspector should not be in the same system. He has limited respect for his superiors. He is more like cooperating with his work... Senior inspector, hey, he is probably Sequence 7's Beyonder. They will automatically obtain this police rank in the police system."
Rubbing his stiff face, Angel analyzed the identities of the two people just now.
Then she recalled Captain Dunn's deep eyes and the movements of rubbing her temples from time to time.
Could it be that this senior inspector Hopper is also a "Nightmare"?