On Saturday night, after using the "hypocrisy" ring to transform herself into the unremarkable female Loen, Angel and Helene came to an alley near the dock.
"Boom, boom, boom."
There was a regular knock on the door of a two-story building. After a moment, the door was opened a crack. A pair of vigilant eyes looked outside, and a deep voice came from it:
"Come in."
Helene held down the revolver at his waist with one hand, pushed open the door with the other, and walked in. Angel looked outside on both sides and saw no one was following him, so he ducked in and closed the door with his backhand.
This is the home of a "craftsman" in Port Olavi who is not well-known but has a pretty good production level. Elaine had heard about his address from "Lieutenant General Disease" Tracy and introduced him to Angel two days ago.
They are here to pick up the goods tonight.
Several gas lamps were lit in the room, and special reflectors and lenses focused the light on the workbench, illuminating the workbench as if it were daylight, while the rest of the room was extremely dark. "Artisan", who was about forty years old and looked tired, picked up two exquisite harmonicas from the table and came to Angel.
"The summoning ritual you gave me was solidified separately, and the style was completely made according to your requirements. A total of 400 pounds."
Holding a harmonica in one hand, Artisan did not deliver the goods immediately. Instead, he looked at the temporary employer Angel, who seemed to be ready to hand over the money and deliver the goods.
"I remember we agreed on a total of 300 pounds for two harmonicas, right?"
Angel asked with a smile, but there was no smile in his narrowed eyes.
Klein has been busy playing the role of "Navy Admiral" these days and has not come back. She can only follow Helene as the supervisor of the maintenance crew of "Red Haired Woman" during the day. She goes to bed early at night and is not in a good mood. At this time, she meets Artisan who suddenly raised the price. She can barely squeeze out a smile, which is considered to be self-cultivation.
"The extra 100 pounds will be regarded as my spiritual compensation," Artisan said without any guilt, but rather plausibly, "When I was making the harmonica belonging to the messenger of 'Gehrman Sparrow', I accidentally summoned the messenger, that terrible woman with a severed head but carrying four heads."
"This is a common thing. I told her that I had no letters to send and no other services. I asked her to come back to Spirit World, but she asked me for a gold coin service fee?"
Hearing this, Angel had already guessed the result, but she still maintained her good qualities and asked in response, "Then what?"
"Then of course I didn't give it! Before she left, she stuffed me into the ground in the backyard, leaving only my neck and head outside. I was dug out the next morning!" Artisan said bitterly, but there was a trace of fear on his face, and his voice became lower and lower, "So, I have to pay more."
The first person who couldn't hold back her laughter was Helene. The features on her round face hidden by "Madness Ring" were squeezed into a ball, and she kept making short mocking sounds.
"Pfft, haha, hahaha..." She bent over and laughed for a long time, until veins bulged on Artisan's forehead, "You mean, one of her messengers stuffed you into the field all night because you didn't pay her, and you, ha, you want to threaten her contractor and make her pay 100 pounds more for her wages?"
"Then, I wish you Good Luck."
She leaned close to the other person's ear, whispered, and even reached out to pat his face.
Artisan's face became paler and paler under Helene's ridicule, until the harmonica in his hand was taken away, a wad of bills was stuffed, the door opened and closed, and he was the only one left in the dark room.
"She, she actually left me... 300 pounds?"
For a long time, Artisan looked at the banknotes in his hand and murmured.
"Your personality seems to be different from when I first met you."
Walking in the alley under the red Crimson Moon light, Angel admired the harmonica in his hand and said casually.
The two harmonicas solidify the ritual of summoning Ms. Wensa and Reinette Tinekerr respectively. The effect can last for about 2 years. The one belonging to Klein is white with a hint of yellow, as if he gave it to. Angel's crystal pendant is polished from the teeth of a certain creature, with metal edges and complex incantations and symbols engraved on its surface. Angel's crystal pendant is lavender in color, and its production process is not much different from the other one.
They can't play beautiful melodies, and they don't even have sound-producing components installed. Their only function is to directly summon two messengers by blowing instead of a simple but troublesome summoning ritual.
Originally, it only cost half the price to make such an uncomplicated item, but in order to get it in these few days, Angel specially increased the price, asking the other party to put down all the work at hand and give priority to making it.
Seeing Demoness looking blankly at the items in his hands, Helene sighed secretly and replied:
"That's because it was not the real me before, but the self-protection under Tracy's Imprisonment. In the first year after I came to the sea, my temper was even worse than now. My fellow family guards said that I was the most typical Sauron.
"Of course, now I also know that that kind of personality is not good. I'm afraid I have to be more diplomatic when dealing with others, and I have to treat my subordinates with kindness and power. After all, people are always changing, and with more or less disguises, what you see will never be the most real side.
"Perhaps, one day when I quit, I return to Intis, put down my sword and gun, put on a dress, and become that naughty big Miss again."
Finally, she quipped.
No, maybe by the time you are promoted to Demigod, leave the sea, and return to the family, Helene has become Ili... Angel cursed, but kept thinking about the words "it won't be the most real side" in his mind.
Back at the hotel, Angel carefully put away the two harmonicas, preparing to give one of them to the other party when Klein came back. This was regarded as a signal that this week's "cold war" was over. However, the other party accepted acting commissions for at least three days and as many as five days, and only half of it had passed at this time.
Looking out the window at the naval base covered by the light of the almost full moon Red Moon, and the luxurious villa halfway up the mountain, Angel sighed, took out the making tools, and prepared to take advantage of Spirit World's strength to make a few more special ammunition and Charm that needed to be used.
She already has some clues about how to combine the special bullets she knows with existing combat methods to achieve more effective lethality. For example, the combination of "Calamity" and bullets will make the maximum lethality method she can master no longer limited to direct contact with the target. She no longer has to worry about being unable to resist when facing Demigod.
But even when her Spirituality is in the best condition, it cannot support the completion of a whole bullet. This is much more difficult than making a simple Charm with blood. I am afraid that only after the "Affliction" Potion is completely digested, and the body and Spirituality are ready for promotion, will there be a chance to complete this "original" special bullet.
"Bang——"
A tiny flame sounded with a crackling sound, and the silver piece Angel threw out in time turned into a piece of waste in the bright yellow flame.
She carved another Charm.
The uneasy Angel simply put down the carving knife, stood up from the table, and walked to the window again. The window of the living room without an independent balcony was wide open, letting the moonlight directly fill the floor, making the room without gas lights look extremely weird.
"Three Charms were scrapped in a row. This is no longer a normal mistake. Does Spirituality have a danger warning? But I don't feel any danger coming, unless the nearly full Crimson Moon represents some kind of abnormality..."
After thinking about it, Angel simply returned to the table, took out the Magic Mirror he carried with him, touched the mirror, charged a little Spirituality, and activated it.
"Magic Mirror Magic Mirror tell me..."
She paused for a moment and then asked firmly:
"What is the status of Klein at this time?"
Since the danger is not around you, it must be on the other side of Klein!
The mirror remained in pitch darkness for more than ten seconds, and then a strange dark red appeared. After a moment of stalemate with the gray fog, they both melted away, and a normal divination screen appeared in the mirror.
"Some kind of strange interference? I seem to have seen this situation before. When I was divining the cursed 'Master Key', the scarlet color that blocked my divination screen was different from the current color, but it seemed to have similar properties..."
Angel was thinking, and stretched her neck to look at Magic Mirror. When she saw the scene inside clearly, her cheeks instantly turned red.
The mirror showed a luxurious bedroom with a large double bed. A man and a woman were joining together in a posture that Angel had never imagined. No sound came from it, but Angel could imagine the atmosphere.
The man at the top in the picture was very familiar to her from behind. It was Klein who claimed to be "completing the commission". Under him, with blond hair hanging loose and beads of sweat on his face, was a young woman.
He, he actually...
Clenching her fists tightly and widening her eyes, Angel wished she could immediately pass through the mirror and appear next to the couple, teaching them a profound lesson, especially Klein. But the next second, she discovered that the person entangled with Klein's hands and feet was none other than herself, who had restored her hair to the length it had been during the Backlund period.
She immediately calmed down and the blush returned to her cheeks.
This, this can't be Klein's dream...
Reason reoccupied her brain, and she immediately saw something was wrong. The surrounding scene was very blurry, the light shone strangely at various angles, and the two people's reactions were also very rigid, which was consistent with the characteristics of a dream.
This was not the first time that the dream of a target was divined, but unless the divination was carried out intentionally, the dream often represented some kind of omen or a reflection of reality. Therefore, Angel was not completely relieved. She put Magic Mirror away and paced back and forth in the living room, muttering something silently. After a long time, she finally made up her mind and got into the bedroom.
After a moment, the fully armed Angel returned to the living room, jumped out of the suite directly from the window, and disappeared into the moonlight.
Huh——
Klein His eyes suddenly opened, waking up from the strange but charming dream.
He frowned and looked around, and found that he was still wearing silk pajamas, lying in the large bedroom belonging to Emilius. There were no strange women sitting or standing around, smiling at him.
In the dream, the admiral's mistress Cynthia, who has courted several times in the past two days, Sharron Miss, who is as exquisite as a doll, and "Justice" Miss, who has a vague appearance but a melodious voice, and even Trissy Cheek, who had only met each other once, were Helene in nightmares, and Tracy appeared one by one beside his bed, trying to climb into his bed by various means.
Although his thoughts were confused and his memory was unclear in the dream, he rejected each other one by one out of basic morality and responsibility, until... until Angel appeared.
She was more submissive and cooperative than usual, and...
Taking a deep breath and quickly examining herself, Klein found that there were no other problems except that her whole body was a little warm due to the erotic dream still standing high down there, as if it was difficult to excrete lust.
Is it because of Angel's alienation and Cynthia's "harassment" these past few days that I suppress myself during the day and find it difficult to suppress myself at night?
Or is it some kind of revelation given by Spirituality?
Seer's caution made him get up from the bed, quickly put on the general uniform, fastened the belt with difficulty, and put on "Creeping Hunger" and "Ninth Law" Charm.
In this way, he has complete combat capabilities. Of course, the revolver that does not match his identity and the roughly cut Paper Figurine are placed in Grey Mist. If he can return there, he can even control the "Sea God's Scepter" and "Black Emperor" cards to fight Demigod in a short time.
But he is still "Navy Admiral" at this time, not Gehrman Sparrow. Running in circles and having a stiff body are not consistent with the identity of this Demigod.
Gently pushing open the bedroom door, the dead silent room was suddenly filled with noisy and chaotic sounds.