Madam (In Celebration of @I Am Human God@ Becoming an Alliance Leader!)

"Mr. Sean!"

Back at the apartment, Sulu had just alighted from the carriage when he saw Wood stubbing out his cigarette on the ground and running towards him, followed by two Shark Gang thugs, looking apologetic. "Sorry... we found the woman you mentioned today, but she got away..."

"They ran away?"

Sulu frowned. "Did you leave any personal belongings behind?"

"Yes, her baseball cap fell off while she was running away..."

Wood quickly pulled out a black baseball cap, feeling somewhat relieved.

He came from a poor family and had no habit of wasting things. He picked it up intending to throw it home and use it, but now it has come in handy.

"Very good, you don't need to worry about the rest."

Sulu picked up the baseball cap and examined it, finding it to be a very ordinary style. He casually tossed it to Harlock, who sniffed it, and then took it to the opposite side of his apartment building.

Harlock sniffed the ground, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining, and barked excitedly.

"Huh? You've got results so quickly? Take me there!"

Sulu exclaimed excitedly.

Harlock ran incredibly fast on all fours, and as he rounded a corner, he saw a noblewoman with a poodle at her feet...

Harlock stepped forward with an air of nonchalance and began to circle the poodle in a showy manner.

"Depend on!"

Sulu looked at Wood and the others behind him, who wanted to laugh but dared not, and his forehead was covered in black lines. "I swear... if you keep doing this, I'll eat dog meat barbecue tonight!"

"Waaah..."

Harlock lowered his head dejectedly, returned to his starting point, and resignedly began sniffing the ground.

"Huff huff..."

Slums.

Margaret ran into her rented room, panting heavily. "Thank goodness... I wasn't caught by those big men... Did I get exposed?"

After thinking for a moment, she quickly changed out of the neutral clothes she was wearing for surveillance purposes and put on a blue dress.

If there were a mirror in the room, you would see that the original stalker had transformed from an unremarkable-looking fellow into a beautiful young woman with blonde curly hair and delicate features.

"It's a pity... we can't go there anymore... how can we get my grandfather's belongings?"

The girl lay slumped over the table, her face full of worry.

Thump, thump, thump.

Just then, she heard a knock on the door.

The girl immediately stood up like a cat with its fur standing on end, and cautiously approached the door. "Who is it?"

This is a slum, full of thieves, robbers, gangsters... Countless people die silently every day, and the police officers simply can't keep up!

A beautiful young girl must learn to cope with danger to survive alone in this environment!

"Open the door, I need to read the water meter!"

A young man's voice came from outside.

"Reading... the water meter? What does that mean?"

Just as the girl was wondering what was going on, a loud crash rang out and the wooden door was violently kicked open. A black and white figure, resembling a wolf, pounced in.

"Ah!"

She screamed and was tackled to the ground. A husky's head came close to her face, its pink tongue sticking out, as if it wanted to lick her cheek.

"Ugh... get the dog away! I hate dogs!"

Pain and nausea changed the girl's tone of voice.

"Harlock, stop!"

Sulu immediately went inside, looked around at the simple furnishings, and said to the girl, "Answer my question! Who are you?"

Using Harlock, he easily located the girl's hideout.

Furthermore, after observing from the Mind World and discovering that the other party was just an ordinary person and there were no professionals lying in ambush around, things became quite simple.

"I... I'm called Margaret!"

Looking at the husky's gleaming white teeth across from her, Margaret quickly gave in.

Why are you spying on my apartment?

"I...I want to find my great-grandfather's belongings. He used to live with you..." Margaret's voice was choked with sobs.

"You mean... Old Mad? Isn't he single?"

Sulu frowned.

"He's just never been married..." Margaret weakly defended herself.

"All right..."

Sulu sighed, seemingly sensing the mockery of fate. "Harlock, don't treat a lady like that, it's very impolite!"

He gestured for Harlock to step back and pulled Margaret up. "Since it's just about the belongings, why not register them at the police station? Or go directly to the landlord?"

"I..."

Looking at her new clothes with several black claw marks, Margaret felt like crying, "Because my grandfather wasn't legally married, I can't prove my inheritance rights... and I don't know where my landlord lives..."

"Then why don't you just come to my door?"

Sulu smiled. "You hesitate... is it because some relics are special... for example... ancient texts that record mystical, supernatural, ritual, contract, and so on? Are you afraid that your reminder will make me pay attention to them? Study them?"

"You knew...you knew all along..." Margaret's eyes suddenly went blank, as if she had lost all her confidence.

"Actually, those occult materials are nothing special... If you answer my questions and prove your identity, I can certainly return them to you."

Sulu asked, "You're not from here?"

"Yes, I come from Dixa State in the East Federation... My grandfather always yearned for mystery, wandering from place to place, pursuing various legends... I never imagined that he would ultimately choose to retire in Lori City..."

Margaret replied.

"So... what drove you to the West Federation to search for your grandfather's belongings?"

Sulu asked curiously.

Under his gaze, Margaret couldn't even lie, and whispered, "It was... it was a group of mysterious people... They found me, said I possessed 'talent,' and that I could join them, displaying what could only be described as miraculous power... and the price was that I had to retrieve my grandfather's relics..."

"The mysterious person? What are their symbols or names?"

"I don't know... I've never even seen their true faces... I only know they call themselves Believers of the Great Serpent!"

' Believers of the Great Serpent? The Ancient Serpent Society? Demon?'

Sulu felt a chill run down his spine, thinking of the Gulam Language in Old Mad's notes, but there wasn't anything particularly profound in them, except for those strange and mysterious symbols.

He suddenly looked at Margaret: "Did you use mysticism to curse the person who possessed the ancient text?"

Yes, that might be the reason for Owen Dogwell's nightmares.

Although Margaret was just an ordinary person, some of her rituals had very low requirements and could be performed with the help of Curio!

"No... no! I was just loitering around your apartment because I hadn't figured out how to approach you... I meant no harm, really!"

Margaret quickly denied it.