It was expected that his trip would not take more than 4 hours. Angel did not explain his whereabouts to Clement. He just said hello to Daly and left "Silver Bullet Detective Agency".
She originally planned to go to the location of "Artisan" provided by "Hanged Man" to find out what the function of the revolver on hand that had inexplicably absorbed Beyonder Characteristic was, but after learning from Daly that Nighthawks had set its sights on "Tarot Club", she decided to find out about it first.
Port District is close to Steam Train Station and not far from Nighthawks's residence. However, Angel is not familiar with the streets of Enmat Harbor, so he did not try to go there on foot. Instead, he found a hired carriage just like when he came.
This time she asked about the price in advance.
Nibbling on the fish cakes she bought on the street before getting on the bus, she looked out the window at the street scene speeding backwards. The aroma of fried fish minced mixed with potatoes in her mouth, and the salty sea breeze blowing into the car outside the window, reminded her of her hometown.
As the second largest port city in the Loen Kingdom, Enmat Harbor undertakes a large amount of shipping work. As the carriages pass through Golden Apple District, Oak District and gradually enter Port District, warehouses and processing plants on the roadside gradually replace residences and shops.
Of course, there are also busy workers and mountains of goods.
If the spectacular coastline hadn't appeared in front of Angel, she almost thought she had returned to Tingen City's Docklands.
Unfortunately, the offshore water is not an elegant indigo color, but a gray-green color mixed with various floating debris, oil stains, and excessive growth of microorganisms.
If you come to Enmat Harbor just to see the sea, you will definitely be disappointed...
Looking at the chaos at the port terminal, Angel shook his head in disgust, got out of the car, paid, and walked towards the "Carrion Bird" bar.
Compared with the various bars of Tingen City hidden in dark corners, the practitioners of Enmat Harbor are obviously much bolder. "Carrion Bird" has occupied an entire three-story building. Almost all the windows on the first and second floors are open, and unabashed shouts and roars can be heard from inside. However, most of the windows on the third floor are covered with curtains, which is incompatible with the environment downstairs.
Perhaps because they often receive tourists from all over the world, the guards at the door are quite formally dressed. Their tuxedos and top hats make them more like attendants at a high-end club than door guards.
The "attendant" pushed Door Opening and welcomed Angel in. The noise that was already quite clear outside the door suddenly merged into one wave and rushed toward her.
The entire first floor of "Carrion Bird" has been opened up and turned into a large separate room, with dozens of sets of tables and chairs placed haphazardly around the central bar. It was mid-afternoon, break time, and the tables and chairs were 70% to 80% full. There were port workers in overalls, local residents in casual attire, and foreign tourists with exotic styles.
A field was separated in the corner of the room, and a fence was installed. It seemed to be used for boxing matches, but this sport was not very popular in Enmat Harbor. Instead, most of the tables were filled with cards. The "card friends" drank beer while playing games with various rules, and more or less bet cash.
It seems that this place is more like a "casino" than a "bar"... and they don't like gambling games such as dogs and mice and boxing matches. Instead, they are more popular with "nationally popular" games like cards.
Angel glanced past the gambling tables and took a rough look around. He found no people or items of interest, so he walked towards the bar in the center of the venue.
Several bartenders were busy adding wine to the empty glasses returned by the waiter, or making cocktails for the customers sitting at the bar. One of them saw Angel coming forward, glanced up, and asked casually:
"What do you want to drink? The prices are hanging outside the bar. Anything that hasn't been crossed out is left. If you want to make a drink, you have to wait."
He reached across the bar and patted the outside, indicating to Angel to look at the price. Then he retracted his arm, took the two wooden cups, lowered his head and bent down to start adding wine.
"I'm going to Underground Market to buy something. Where do I go from here?"
Angel did not look at the price list, but followed what Daly told her and directly asked for the location of Underground Trading Market.
"Hmph, tell me earlier if you don't want to buy a drink next time... It's next to the back door, up the stairs, on the third floor."
The bartender was quite dissatisfied with the failed promotion and complained before answering Angel's question.
"Thank you."
Angel could understand his mood, so he took out two pennies and put them on the bar. After successfully influencing the bartender with his kindness, he walked straight to the back door of the bar.
The back door is locked with a chain. On the left are several independent bathrooms, and on the right is a carpeted staircase close to the wall.
The strange arrangement was probably added later.
Going up the stairs, there are two corridors extending to both sides on the second floor. Red carpets cover every corner. Beautifully decorated wooden doors open or close, and there is no less noise inside than on the first floor.
Not paying attention to these "boxes", Angel continued to the third floor.
"Underground Market" located at the top of the bar also occupies the entire floor, but perhaps it was not the traditional trading time in the evening. There were not many people on the third floor at this time. She counted less than 20 people in a circle. Most of them were setting up stalls or placing items on the table for sale. A few visitors with the same purpose as Angel walked among the goods and asked for prices from time to time.
The two guards stood at the top of the stairs, yawning, and seemed to think that these few people could not make any big noise at the moment.
Compared to the unobstructed entrance, the surrounding windows were all closed with curtains, making the room seem a bit dark. The faint light emitted by the gas lamps on the walls and load-bearing columns cast a mysterious color on the people who were immersed in trading.
Looking around the entire trading market with the help of Dark Vision, Angel did not find "Justice" Miss.
After several Tarot Club exchanges, even with the mysterious Gray Fog isolation, she has memorized the height, body shape and hairstyle of "Justice" and "Hanged Man". Although they have never officially met, she is sure to recognize them as long as they appear in front of her.
Maybe the other party is not really "staying in the market all day long" as rumored, but he happened to not meet him... Angel stood by the stairs and thought for a moment, and decided to find someone to ask.
She walked towards a merchant selling various common materials, squatted in front of the stall, pretended to be interested in the goods, picked up a bottle of light yellow powder, and asked:
"What kind of powder is this?"
The stall owner is a middle-aged woman. Time has left many traces on her body. When she sees customers coming to the door, a smile appears on her weather-beaten face.
"This is Mummy Powder. I got it from Backlund. It is popular in the aristocratic circles over there to take potions containing this. No matter whether you are a man or a woman, as long as you use it... hey, you will know after you try it. This bottle is 10 grams and only costs 10 pounds."
The price is almost as high as Star Crystal, which is the Main Materials of Potion. It can also be used to make various ammunition with special effects, Charm.
And from the description of the stall owner, this thing seems to have some special effects...
Suppressing the curiosity in his heart, Angel put down the glass bottle containing Mummy Powder powder and picked up a few scales tied with ropes on the side.
"These are Luminous Lizard's scales? How much does it cost in total?"
After asking about the price several times, Angel almost figured out the price level of Enmat Harbor.
Some items that can be used to make Charm or used in various rituals, due to their large circulation, are almost the same price as Tingen City's Underground Trading Market. Some rare items are almost randomly priced. Some are so cheap that she wants to resell them, while others are so expensive that it seems like she has no intention of selling them at all.
Under her repeated inquiries about the price, the middle-aged woman became a little impatient. Seeing this, Angel paid for the scales of Luminous Lizard. When the other party helped to pack them, she asked casually:
"I heard that there is a young woman here who calls herself 'Justice' and likes to acquire some weird things? I have some good things that I want to sell. Is she here now?"
"'Justice'... Ah, you are talking about that girl. She has indeed bought a lot of things from me, and she never bargains... But she is not here today. If you want to find her, you can leave a message on the blackboard. When she sees it, she will reply to you and arrange a time to meet."
Looking along the outstretched hand of the middle-aged woman, Angel found a blackboard about three meters wide hanging on the wall on one side of the room. About two-thirds of the area on it was written with text. Some of the fonts were graceful, some were rough, and they were obviously written by different people.
After thanking the other person, she approached the blackboard and read the words on it.
"We urgently need a large amount of various herbal medicines. The price is negotiable. Long-term cooperation is possible. Sunday night at ten o'clock."
"Two bottles of aphrodisiac for sale, five pounds a bottle, guaranteed effect, available every afternoon."
"Does anyone know where ￥ is? I'm offering a reward of 20 pounds for clues. Go to Pitts Street's 'Brave Man's Weapon Shop' to find the store manager." This message was partially erased with the name.
It seems that this blackboard is similar to the bulletin board of the entire trading market. Some content that needs to be publicly searched for buyers, sellers or soliciting clues can be posted on it. The time or location can be noted in the message so that interested people can find each other.
After reading all the information one by one, Angel finally found what she was interested in.
"(Please don't delete my message again) Purchase the blood of 'Star Crystal' and 'Lava Octopus'. Any quantity is acceptable. The price is negotiable. Please leave a message to contact 'Justice' Miss."
The familiar name of the material made Angel breathless.
When she configured Old Neil with "Seer" and Potion for Klein, she memorized its complete formula, and both main materials were listed on the blackboard.
This made her doubt the identity of "Justice" again.
Tarot Club's "Justice" Miss had successfully taken Potion a week ago and became a "Spectator". This is a fact confirmed by Mr. Fool.
Then will it be her who is looking for Seer Potion in the "Carrion Bird Bar" trading market?
Or maybe "Justice" obtained another Potion formula from other sources and was helping others find Potion materials?
Angel hesitated for a moment, picked up the chalk next to the blackboard, and left a sentence in the blank space:
"A small amount of 'Star Crystal' for sale, Friday night from 8 to 10 p. m."
It's really gone today...