"Was that person just now your usual source of information? I felt like he wasn't even an adult."
After entering the alley, Angel curiously questioned Sherman.
"He really isn't an adult. There are lots of half-grown kids like that in the East Borough. They're nimble, observant, and not likely to attract attention. Most importantly, compared with gangs or professional Bounty Hunters, they charge much less."
Sherman spoke in a low voice, his gaze occasionally flicking to either side as he watched the people passing outside the alley.
Watching Sherman rapidly grow and transform from a timid victim into a qualified assassin, Angel nodded with satisfaction. She took out the last bottle of Communication Potion, handed it to him, and quickly explained how to use it.
"...If anything urgent happens in the future, use this to contact me. Use it sparingly. It's expensive."
She had already explained twice today how precious her blood was. Her mouth was dry, and she did not want to repeat herself, so she summed it up by saying it was "expensive." Sherman carefully put away the glass bottle, then continued reporting what he had gained today.
"I've already gathered leads on Baelen. Unfortunately, having too many leads is more troublesome than having none. At least three people named Baelen fit your description. We can't compare their appearances based on verbal descriptions alone, so I'm planning to 'visit' them one by one next week. Maybe the real one is among them."
"Be careful. If you encounter the real Baelen, don't alert him. Report directly to me."
Angel felt that she was becoming more and more like Sevillea, sitting at home every day and giving orders. The only difference was probably that she was poorer and could not afford expensive pastries.
Secretly criticizing her superior, Angel followed Sherman