"Sorry, I'll stay for a week and then leave."
Angel smiled reluctantly and looked in the direction pointed by the waiter. A family of four there had already gotten up from the sofa and walked out. The single lady felt her gaze, turned around and smiled kindly.
Everything is normal.
She carried her suitcase to her room on the third floor and quickly placed her belongings. Because the waiter had said something incomprehensible just now, she deliberately kept it in mind and took all the valuable items with her before going downstairs again.
There is a restaurant on the first floor of the hotel. Although it is already in the afternoon and has passed the normal lunch time, there are still many people in the restaurant because most of the port town is filled with tourists and businessmen who come to discuss business. The dining time is not fixed.
She ordered local-style fruit pies, meat sauce noodles and other dishes on the menu. While waiting for the dishes to be served, she waved to the waiter and asked:
"Is there any interesting place nearby? Something suitable for travelers coming from afar?"
She originally wanted to ask, "Are there any haunted or supernatural places?" But this might scare ordinary people, so she could only make indirect inquiries.
"Everyone will go to the nearby Spice Street. Well, it was originally called 'Seaside Avenue', but because the merchants who buy and sell spices are all there, it gradually became called that. There are bars and casinos on that street that are open at night, but of course if you're looking for some 'real entertainment' you might want to ask the bartender there."
The waiter obviously misunderstood her meaning and recommended "Entertainment Street" with an ambiguous smile on his face, which made Angel couldn't help but wonder what "real entertainment" was.
"So, has anyone 'disappeared' here recently?"
"Missing? I'm not sure, but there's no missing persons notice, so maybe there aren't, but there are a lot more tourists, and they all live here often, and more and more people are dining here."
Sure enough... the rhetoric was the same as the front desk. Either they really didn't know the rumors from the outside world, or they were all...
Angel silently waved him away, put down his napkin, and began to enjoy his belated lunch.
"Spice Street... Even the air is filled with a strange smell. No wonder no one even uses the original street name."
In the afternoon, Angel followed the waiter's guidance to this busy street, sniffing the smell of various spicy or fragrant spices mixed together, and couldn't help but sigh.
Para Island is located at the northern end of the Berserk Sea, which is at a lower latitude than Blue Mountain Island where Bayam is located. It has sufficient sunlight conditions. Even in the current winter, there are certain planting conditions, let alone The sunny summer makes it an ideal planting place for a variety of spices and tropical fruits. The colonists opened up many plantations here, producing large quantities of the spices needed by the North Continent and the best-selling fruits of the Rhoside Islands, which also attracted countless businessmen to purchase and place orders.
In addition to these vendors discussing prices on the street, there are also casinos and bars set up for tourists. Angel chose a room that looked more formal and walked in through the door, and found that it was also crowded with drunken drinkers and chatting locals.
It's a bit abnormally busy. Of course, bars are different from hotels. The more crowded the bar is during the day, the more it indicates that the local economy is not good and there are more idle people... Angel thought silently, walked towards the bar, took a look at the price list, and chose a 5-pence cup of Fermented Fruit Wine.
The stocky bartender shook the huge wine bottle, poured the last bit of fruit wine inside into the glass and handed it over. Looking at the unknown dregs floating in the wine, Angel immediately lost interest in trying it. She put the glass aside and asked in a low voice:
"Have you always had so many people here? Bayam's bar hall is not full during the day."
The bartender looked around, hummed softly, and replied:
"Indeed, even the nearby Midway Island will not be like this. I have been here for three years, and most of the time it was the same as elsewhere, resting during the day and busy at night. But half a year ago, the mine not far away was closed due to an accident half a year ago, and it has not been Reboot yet. Many former miners lost their jobs and joined the ranks of growing cash crops. Although they did not fall into poverty, there were still a lot less jobs to do. Naturally, the cheap fruit wine in the bar was more popular."
It was also half a year ago...Angel caught this key word, matched it with the words of the hotel front desk waiter, and nodded.
"How to get to that mine?"
"You're the right person to ask. Every day tourists ask me how to get there. Just think of it as a bonus when you buy this glass of wine." The bartender replied with a smile, pointing to the turbid fruit wine, "Go southeast along Spice Street. There is the mountain after leaving the city, but the mine is on the other side of the mountain. Many Adventurer from other places like to run there. They go there every day, but they don't know what they will gain. If you ask me, if you go there to look for gold that no one has dug up, or other valuable things, it is better to sell lanterns, climbing tools and mining picks in the town. Maybe you can make a fortune faster."
Listening to these business-minded words, Angel smiled encouragingly and did not answer.
But she has lost interest in this place frequented by many people. Even if there is anything worth exploring, after batches of Adventurer searches, it has probably been lost long ago. As for "Gazer", if there is a living one there, it is impossible for these Adventurers to go back and forth safely without being attacked.
"What about other interesting places? What I mean is that you can't usually come into contact with it."
After a moment of silence, she asked again, trying to get information about Underground Trading Market and Beyonder gatherings.
"Every night at nine o'clock, there is a special show on the second floor that requires tickets. Well... although it's not suitable for ladies, you can if you want to go."
The bartender had a mysterious smile on his face and lowered his voice as he answered.
This... I'm afraid it's not the same thing as what I thought...
Combined with what the waiter in the restaurant called "real entertainment", Angel immediately understood what the bartender was referring to. He shook his head and rejected the bartender without hesitation. He took the wine glass and found a seat in the corner to sit down and listen to the conversations of the drinkers around him.
Unfortunately, compared to the bartender's suggestions, the content of their chat was more boring and even outdated. Angel actually heard three drunken men arguing about who was stronger, Vice Admiral Hurricane or Vice Admiral Dusk, and whether they could beat Admiral of Blood together.
Obviously, "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingus, which has long since died in Backlund, cannot beat "Vice Admiral Dusk" Bulatov Ivan. 1 plus 0 still equals 1...
Angel secretly laughed at the local people's lack of information. He sniffed the turbid fruit wine in the glass, frowned and took a sip. He found that it was surprisingly delicious. After a few sips, he left the bar.
When passing by the sign outside the door, she finally found out why the drinkers were discussing the truth about the dead Qilingus:
The bounty order here seems to have not been updated for a long time. The 10,000-pound bounty of "Vice Admiral Hurricane" is still hanging high above the ordinary pirates. In the corner, the 3,000-pound bounty order of "Flame" Danitz has turned yellow and curled. As for "Vice Admiral of Ailment" Tracy, who only replaced the former in recent months, "Ailment Maiden" ranked lower than all Pirate Admiral with its 8,200 pounds... Of course, even after updating to 25,000 pounds, the ranking will not change. After all, she replaced Qilingus, the shame of the general.
In this case, there is a high probability that this island has not received my wanted order. Maybe I can go out without wearing the "hypocrisy" ring?
She thought about it with a sense of luck, but it wasn't until she returned to the hotel and her own suite that she dared to take off the ring and restore her true appearance.
After all, 8,000 pounds is a price that even I am quite excited about, almost equivalent to Beyonder Characteristic of Sequence 5.
After trying a few simple math questions and confirming that after wearing the "hypocrisy" for a whole day, his intelligence was still at a normal level, Angel picked up his pen and wrote a reply to Klein, saying he was safe and telling him about the many changes that had occurred on the island half a year ago and his plan to explore the mine tomorrow.
At the end of the letter, she asked Klein to find an opportunity to ask "Iceberg Admiral" Edwina. The other party was quite knowledgeable and well-informed at sea. He might know what happened to Para Island and have a certain understanding of the rumors about "Gazer".
This was originally a secret involving the Demigod Potion formula, but "Fire Flame" Danitz had heard her inquiry when Arrodes possessed Radio Telegraph that night, and supposedly told his captain, so Angel did not try to hide this.
"A spirit that wanders in illusion, a friendly creature that can be driven..."
She set up a simple altar and summoned Black Cat Wensa.
"... The messenger who belongs exclusively to Gehrman Sparrow."
In the luxurious suite on the top floor of the "Azure Wind" hotel, Klein, who had set aside Danitz, silently recited the incantation to summon the messenger.
Yes, after Angel left, he finally had the opportunity to try to contract his own messenger.
After recruiting "unimaginable speedsters", "weak beings who are easily ignored" and "extraordinary beings with extremely strong survivability", he met the headless lady he had met while traveling in Spirit World, looking for the messenger. He signed a contract with her and obtained the messenger that belonged exclusively to "Gehrman Sparrow".
Of course, saying headless is not quite accurate...
Looking at the translucent figure emerging from the swelling and shaking candlelight, Klein cursed.
Although the other party only had a neat cut on her neck, she held two long golden hairs in her hands, with her red eyes wide and bright-looking head. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call her "Four-Headed Miss".
Of course, he could only think about this in his mind. The two parties were collaborators who had reached an equal contract, and they were not masters and servants with different statuses. Every time he sent a letter, Klein even had to pay Messenger Miss a gold coin as a reward, so he was not willing to offend the other party with words.
Fortunately, after meeting three candidates who were too fast to be seen, whose presence was too weak to be noticed by him, and who looked like a safe, who felt extremely safe but had zero mobility, Klein's tolerance for the appearance of the messenger had reached its highest level. As long as he could deliver the message, he was willing to have it, even if it was a black cat.
Meow——
As if to confirm his thoughts, Klein heard an illusory cat meowing in his ears, and then, a black cat with a length of more than half a meter emerged from the air on the other side of the altar and landed on the stage.
This is the inside of Wall of Spirituality, can you respect the mysticism... Klein couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, looking at Angel's exclusive messenger, Black Cat Wensa.
The latter held an envelope in his mouth. As soon as he took a step forward, he sensed multiple unfriendly gazes. He tilted his neck and looked upward with his blue vertical pupils.
The headless messenger, Reinette Tinekerr has four heads and eight blood-red eyes looking at this uninvited guest.