Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Klein had no intention of intervening in this matter, but he saw the name [Field Moretti] on Angel's phone.

Logging into the Death List website again, Field Moretti's bounty was clearly displayed. It was true. Many people even accepted the commission, but judging by their time, it seemed that they were unable to successfully complete the murder commission.

Nonsense, it's their bad luck to have to fight with that Mrs. Gloria.

But since this name appeared in front of him and on Angel's phone, it must be a guide, a guide from outside the world. Following this name and Angel, there might be important discoveries.

After finding a cheap hotel and settling in, Merlin Hermes dressed up as a magician the next day and went out to see if there was any work to be done around. If not, he could just wander around and treat it as a trip for Bayam.

In fact, after observing the surrounding surveillance systems, Klein suddenly discovered Gehrman Sparrow on the street in a blind spot.

Compared to Backlund's strict data trace system, Bayam's surveillance data system was much more relaxed. Especially in some middle-class and lower residential areas, there were not as many surveillance systems as in the city center, which gave Klein an opportunity to take advantage.

In Backlund's aboveground world and some important urban areas of Bayam, all traces of citizens' lives can be stored in digital archives, and without a legal identity, one cannot move forward. But in the current Doron District, if a person who doesn't match the number suddenly appears, no one will care. Maybe the recognition system can't connect to the Internet again, maybe the old scanner is broken again, or maybe the residents of this area don't approve of the abuse of the surveillance system at all, and have dismantled all the equipment to sell for scrap. Who knows?

Ingres works in the Dolang area and seems to live in a house nearby.

From the divination, we know that Angel Brown was originally from Winter County and didn't like to wear long underwear in winter. When he grew up, he went to college in Backlund, and stayed there to start a family and career. He became a company clerk and lived a stable life. He had a wife and a daughter, Cecilia Brown. The whole family believed in the goddess of night.

But when he reached middle age, his mother in Winter County fell seriously ill. In order to get better treatment, Angel brought his mother from the cold Winter County to the warmer Backlund for easier care. On the other hand, Angel and his wife were very busy at work and their salaries were average, so the cost of his mother's treatment put a huge burden on the family.

It's called a mid-life crisis.

Until one day two years ago, sixteen-year-old Cecilia disappeared. After searching in vain at the Sivellas Field, the heartbroken Angel resolutely decided to find his missing daughter himself.

A man who can go without wearing long johns for more than ten years in the harsh winter in Winter County undoubtedly has a very strong will.

So this ordinary middle-aged father who had never been exposed to the gray area or the extraordinary world began a two-year search.

Unfortunately, as a person who received a normal education and lived in a normal society, Ingres's thinking was obviously constrained by some common sense and morals. Coupled with the burden of his family, his investigation progressed very slowly.

Until recently, Angel made some bold attempts and seemed to have obtained some clues, so he asked the company to transfer to Bayam.

At noon today, Angel took a lunch break on time and went into a pub to have a bite to eat. After he ordered, a stranger came over quietly and sat opposite Angel.

"Cecilia Brown."

Ingres immediately tensed up and looked at the visitor with shock and vigilance.

"Who are you? How do you know this name?"

"German Sparrow, nice to meet you."

Klein held out his hand.

"I have no ill intentions. I am just very interested in your case. Perhaps there is a possibility for us to cooperate."

Gehrman Sparrow... a killer?

The name flashed through Angel's mind, and some information on the [Death List] popped up, proving that the guy in front of him was a very dangerous person.

Angel felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. This might be the deepest he had ever stepped into the dark world since his search for his daughter.

After thinking it over again and again, Angel solemnly shook hands with the killer opposite him. For the sake of his daughter, he was willing to go through any abyss.

"Angel Brown."

After greeting everyone, Hermann ordered drinks naturally, looking as calm as if he was a regular here.

"Why are you looking for me?"

“As I just said, I am very interested in your daughter’s case, and you can interpret this as a form of self-promotion.

"I can assist you in the investigation, help you obtain intelligence, and if necessary, guarantee your personal safety, acting as your thug or even a killer.

"As for my reward, you must share with me all the intelligence you obtain along the way. As for other monetary commissions, I will give you a reasonable price. Don't worry, you can afford it."

Normal people cannot understand the logic of the madman, and the person in front of him makes Angel instinctively feel dangerous.

Although he asked an assistant to negotiate the price, the initiative of the conversation was not in Ingres' hands at all, and he was completely passive.

Perhaps it was out of desperation to find his daughter, or perhaps it was out of fear of uninvited guests, but Ingres finally made up his mind to prepare for a showdown.

"In that case, let me start from the beginning.

“Cecilia Brown, my daughter, disappeared in Backlund two years ago.

"During that time, due to the pressure of my mother's medical expenses, I worked overtime every day and slept directly in the company at night instead of going home. I slept like that for two weeks.

"It wasn't until one day when my wife called me and said that my daughter had gone out to play with her classmates but hadn't come back all night and the phone was unreachable that I realized something was wrong."

Speaking of the pain, Angel couldn't help but stop and take a deep breath.

"That day..."

Angel spoke incessantly, and the content was similar to Klein's previous divination.

"Then why did you come to Bayam?"

"clue."

Angel handed Klein some photos.

"This was taken at the location where Cecilia was last seen. Her location stayed here for a long time, and then her terminal ran out of power."

The photo showed a messy room. One could vaguely see the cleaned lines on the ground, which seemed to be an incomplete magic circle. There were things all over the floor, and there were some strange powders. Angel took a close-up of each powder, and there was a shiny colored powder that caught Klein's attention.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

As he spoke, Angel took a sip of wine.

“However, a few months ago, I learned that this is a powder made from a special kind of scales from a rare species called the Illusionary Light Scale Giant Tailed Crocodile.

"And this giant-tailed crocodile only lives in the Rorsted Archipelago."