Came that? Which?
Angel was completely confused, for a moment unable to pick up the other side's topic.
But Daly showed a face of understanding and nodded: "If you're not feeling well, then go rest early, I'll find someone else to catch that 'Craftsman'…"
Hearing the word "Craftsman," Angel's heart tightened, subconsciously touching the revolver "Bloodthirsty" at her waist.
Could it be that "Craftsman" Kavi who helped her appraise the mystical item this afternoon? She's a wild Beyonder, got reported by someone?
"I'm fine, it's just that I was a bit tired this afternoon, plus didn't eat dinner, a bit overly hungry… the 'Craftsman' you're talking about, who is that?"
Angel pretended to nonchalantly wave her hand, asking.
"It's a wanted notice that 'Heart of Machinery' of Enmat Port issued yesterday, only now passed to us. Thomatz, one of their team members, the team's 'Craftsman,' during a mission outside yesterday, killed two of his teammates and then disappeared."
"His potion name is just 'Craftsman'?"
Angel subconsciously recalled Kavi who appraised "Bloodthirsty" for her today, she's also called "Craftsman." Maybe this is a potion from some pathway held by the Church of Steam and Machinery, like the "Sleepless" of the Church of the Goddess of Night?
Daly shook her head, took a wanted poster from the cold-faced man behind her who was talking, and handed it to Angel.
On it was drawn a male around 30 years old, short hair, long thin face, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, looking like a school teacher.
Because the sketch's details were limited, below the wanted poster were also some keywords: dark brown short hair, disappeared wearing a black trench coat, gray loose long pants, thick leather shoes, accent with Kingdom northern characteristics.
"Thomatz is a clerical staff of 'Heart of Machinery,' had never had the chance to get potion, become a Beyonder. He understands some firearm maintenance and equipment installation knowledge, usually helps repair weapons, maintain equipment. But currently, it seems, he had long ago secretly taken potion, became a Beyonder, and after the matter was exposed, killed the accompanying witnesses then disappeared. According to what the wanted poster says, he likely has already reached Sequence 8 level."
"So 'Craftsman' is just an occupation, not a Beyonder sequence?"
Really can't judge people by appearance…
Angel looked again at Thomatz's refined face on the wanted poster, sighing.
This kind of dressing seen everywhere on the street, if not drawn on a wanted poster, probably even walking past in front wouldn't attract the attention of police and Beyonders.
But then again, which Beyonder would write "Come catch me" on their own face?
"This is a big scandal; if not for the fact they lost two Beyonders, manpower at Enmat Port being severely insufficient, maybe they wouldn't even send the wanted notice to us at all, would just handle the traitor internally."
Daly lowered her voice and continued speaking.
"But 'Heart of Machinery' has already today used some means to locate Thomatz's position, it's within our jurisdiction, so they applied today for joint action."
Daly slightly stepped back, giving way to the man behind her, and continued:
"This is Herman, a member of the 'Heart of Machinery' Enmat Port squad, Sequence 8 of the Seer pathway, 'Fighting Scholar.'"
Seer pathway, same as Old Neil, but "Fighting Scholar"? Really is a strange potion name… but many potions have similar, nonsensical names, like "Audience," like "Corpse Collector."
If the 22 pathways, each pathway 9 sequence potion names gathered together, it must be a big mishmash of all professions.
The black-haired man called Herman didn't greet Angel, instead spoke to Daly with an anxious tone: "Miss Daly, let's set out as soon as possible, locating Thomatz was six hours ago, he very likely has already escaped elsewhere."
"Alright, originally wanted to find another helper, but as you can see, this lady is a bit unwell, so I'll just go with you alone."
Daly took back that 'Heart of Machinery' wanted poster, folded it and stuffed it back into her robe, leaned close to Angel and said softly: "You go rest well, or go have dinner nearby, First Avenue has many good restaurants."
Looks like she still thought Angel was "having that time."
Angel only now understood what "that" meant, her face a mix of crying and laughing, but couldn't find an excuse to refute, she couldn't explain the reason for her strange blood loss.
But Daly's misunderstanding actually suited her; before, in the "Vulture Tavern" trading market, the message left for Miss Justice, the agreed time was tonight eight to ten o'clock; if called to help "Heart of Machinery" capture the fugitive, she'd definitely miss the other side's transaction.
Herman hesitated, looked at Rupert Norman beside, who was using cigarettes to test pipe tobacco, seemed to want to call on this extra combat power too, but Daly had already taken the lead, stepping out of the "Silver Bullet" door, so he could only quickly follow.
Angel was also a bit puzzled why Daly didn't call on others, but looking at the 'Heart of Machinery' members who suddenly appeared at the door, following Herman onto the carriage, she suddenly understood everything.
They actually carried automatic weapons!
Worthy of the armed force of the Beyonders of the "God of Steam and Machinery," these firepower support squads made up of ordinary people all carried guns, although they didn't bring the more powerful but bulkier high-pressure steam rifles, but even semi-automatic rifles facing ordinary people's semi-automatic weapons, the firepower gap was even greater than the combat power gap between Beyonders and ordinary people.
Plus Daly, a Sequence 7 "Spirit Medium," cooperating on the side, dealing with a defected Sequence 8, even if it's the so-called "Fighting Scholar," should basically be a sure win.
No longer worrying about Daly's safety, Angel turned to look at Rupert beside, the latter's face tense, seeming to fiddle with pipe and tobacco, but actually his gaze had been secretly glancing at the "Heart of Machinery" team lining up outside the door, only when Herman walked out did his shoulders droop, the whole person relaxed.
Looks like this night watcher from Storn has some grievance with the other side, or perhaps it's targeting "Heart of Machinery" as a whole, not a specific member?
As if sensing Angel's gaze, Rupert stopped his work, raised his head to look at her, smiled and opened his mouth, preparing to say something.
Afraid of once again being entangled by this chatterbox, Angel pretended not to see, directly walking out of the first-floor hall of the "Silver Bullet."
She was in a hurry to head to the "Vulture Tavern," to sell off the star crystals she currently couldn't use.
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Bypassing the noisy bar area, entering the third floor of the "Vulture" again, the far more lively nighttime atmosphere instantly stunned Angel.
The first time she came, the sparse crowd made her think the underground trading market of Enmat Port was just so-so, but turns out nighttime was the real main event here.
Convenient sea and land transport provided this port city with a large flow of people and goods exchange, making the underground trade far more prosperous than Tingen City; at this time the not-so-spacious third floor was like a noisy vegetable market, the fixed stalls already fully occupied, others needing to sell goods could only set up on the floor in corners, some even directly holding items hawking. Buyers shuttled between stalls, occasionally stopping to inquire about prices, completing transactions.
Even the armed guards watching the place had doubled compared to the afternoon, two stationed at the staircase entrance, two at the corner by the window, observing the crowd's every move.
Amid the bustling crowd, Angel simply couldn't find "Justice," whom she hadn't even met face-to-face, so she could only squeeze through the crowd, coming to the message board by the wall.
In the afternoon, the message board still had a third of space left, but now was already filled with all kinds of trade information, so that new messages could only find spots between the gaps of words, using smaller font to write on the board.
Some people even erased others' messages left in eye-catching spots, then wrote their own, after several rounds of competition, the blackboard was smeared into a mess, many newly written words were almost unrecognizable.
The message she had written about selling star crystals was still there; looking closely, there were even a few small lines of words left beside it.
"I want them all, price negotiable, evening at the stall by the staircase, look for 'Justice.'"
As expected, this deliberately released message had attracted Miss Justice who urgently needed potion materials.
Angel didn't rush to find her, but continued browsing the already largely updated message board, preparing to see if there was any other useful information.
"Selling mummy powder… this should be the afternoon's stall owner's message, looks like she still has quite a bit of stock, just don't know if this stuff is really effective; Lava octopus blood 5ml (crossed out) sold… maybe bought by Miss Justice; buying an extraordinary weapon… posting this kind of thing here, will they find a seller? Urgently selling 'Instigator' trait… no way, even this kind of thing someone dares to sell, not afraid of being hunted down by the 'Secret Order' or even the 'Witch Sect'?"
Her gaze swept line by line over the messages, summarizing the trade content, she had a rough understanding of this market's trading level.
Looks like although the customer flow wasn't much different from Tingen City's "Dragon Tavern," even worse in orderliness due to poor management, the item level bought and sold in Enmat Port was half a tier higher than Tingen City's. Here, not only could various materials rich in spirituality be bought, occasionally there was even information like buying extraordinary weapons, selling extraordinary traits; this probably had a lot to do with Enmat Port's relatively loose "environment."
Unfortunately, still didn't find the main material to configure the "Instigator" potion… maybe it would be better to write up a material wanted notice herself?
Just when she disappointedly shifted her gaze to the end of the message board, a special message written in a corner entered her sight, the message was written in extremely small font, like a stain left behind in the corner of the wall.
"'Assassin's next stage, price negotiable, Saturday afternoon three to five o'clock, first floor bar table 13."
This message that would leave ordinary people scratching their heads was, in the eyes of "Assassin" Angel, the long-awaited information about the next-stage potion.
To give the alliance leader an extra chapter