The intelligence dealer stared at An Qi angrily for a while, then laughed.
"Haha! You seem to be a newcomer. You want to test my supply? No problem. I can provide you with rental information, from the most expensive to the cheapest. I guarantee that all are available. I will give you 500,000 Mora. No bargaining."
He raised his hand and grabbed the air, signaling Anqi to give him the money.
An Qi was silent for a moment, and instead of taking out her definitely insufficient wallet, she asked:
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
"I'm sorry, but we don't offer killer services. If you want me to help you make the contact... you'll have to pay extra."
"Just asking, have you ever killed anyone?"
"You're asking so many questions before I even paid. You're such a frivolous customer. But who can blame you for being Barbatos? I can answer - I've killed people when I've been around, good or bad, people I know or don't know, when I need to. So, does the customer have any special needs?"
The intelligence dealer slowly drew the dagger from behind him.
He felt something was wrong, so he stared intently into Angie's eyes, trying to discern her intentions and her sincerity from her eyes.
The pure and flawless purple eyes suddenly emitted an enchanting light in the firelight.
Then the intelligence dealer put away the knife and sat in his seat with empty eyes.
An Qi shook her head, took out a notebook from her pocket, opened the page full of questions, and said:
"Now I ask, you answer. Give me every question clearly and carefully. Got it?"
"Okay, I know."
He said mechanically.
Half an hour later, Angie finished taking out the intelligence. She tore off the pages that recorded the questions and threw them into the stove, watching them burn out. Then, Angie snapped her fingers.
"I just bought rental information from you. After bargaining, we agreed on a price of 2 Mora. Although you were unhappy, you decided to sell it to me in the hope of welcoming a new person and maybe making a big deal in the future. That's all that happened."
"Yes, I understand... huh? Now that you have the information, leave quickly and don't delay my business. Really, I thought a big customer came, but it turned out to be a poor guy."
The intelligence dealer looked disgusted.
An Qi put the notebook with the rental information back into her arms and walked out silently.
The night outside was getting darker, and there was no sound even from the direction of the commercial street. It was obvious that most people had gone home to sleep.
"Ha~~"
An Qi yawned, then hopped and walked happily towards the Cat Tail Tavern.
Passing by a big tree with dense branches and leaves, An Qi suddenly stopped and looked around suspiciously.
She scratched her head in confusion, as if she had discovered nothing.
But when I turned around, I accidentally glanced at the tree and met a pair of cold and indifferent red eyes.
"Who is it!?"
An Qi immediately stepped back, then turned around and ran away.
"call out!"
A purple figure descended from the sky, holding a spear, like a phantom in the night.
The action of landing raised the bangs on her forehead, revealing a pair of wine-red eyes, reflecting an enchanting beauty under the moonlight.
She had blood-colored hair and wore a dark red nun's scarf that was darker than blood. Her slender legs were wrapped in purple fishnet stockings, and her posture of leaning over with a gun in hand outlined her enchanting body curves. She was like a female leopard hunting at night, with her wild beauty that seduced people, and also exuded an extremely dangerous Shura aura.
Rosaliya stopped Angel's advance, stood up, and pointed the tip of the gun at Angel's nose.
"You shouldn't be so sensitive. After buying the intelligence, you should go home and sleep without looking back. Why do you have to add to my workload and cause trouble for yourself?"
"You...ah, Amber!"
Angel used a tactic of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, pointed behind Rosaliya, and then dived into the alley next to her.
"Shh!"
Such tricks could not fool the battle-hardened Rosalia, and she swung out her spear, blocking Angel's movement again.
Angel turned around subconsciously and saw that the non-mainstream sexy nun was approaching, and the hand with silver metal claws was grabbing towards Angel's face.
"Oh!"
Angel blocked it for a moment, then used the impact to run away in the opposite direction.
Rosaliya took out her spear, let out a displeased sigh, and immediately gave chase.
The two men fought several times in the alley, fighting and chasing each other.
Rosaliya found that the short man in black was quite skilled.
"He's quite fast and agile, but his strength is average. And this fighting style..."
Rosaliya couldn't help but frown during the pursuit.
She didn't fight head-on, but focused on escaping and protecting herself. The occasional counterattacks were all clever and insidious. Rosalia remembered her childhood. The old thief who took her in at first taught her how to fight.
"You are a thief.
"I'm not now!"
"Your 'no' is totally unconvincing for contacting an illegal intelligence dealer late at night. Stop right there, in the name of the wind god Ba... Ba... Batobas!"
"What Bartobas? I don't even know him! So who are you and why are you chasing me?"
An Qi asked impatiently during the struggle.
Rosalia did not answer, but saw that the alley was about to end and suddenly lost her patience.
She leaped up high by stepping on the walls on both sides, gathering cold air on the tip of her spear. As she did so, the gemstone decoration with ice crystal patterns pinned to her waist also lit up.
"Eye of God...I surrender!"
Before she was poked, Angie squatted down, raised her hands high, and surrendered loudly.
The tip of the gun stopped just before Anqi's forehead.
The sharp breath broke through Anqi's blindfold and mask, revealing a face full of fear. She looked delicate and cute, and obviously not very old. She seemed to be frozen by the cold air of the gun tip, and shivered pitifully.
Rosalia's face was blank, and her murderous intent disappeared.
Chapter 6 But it is compiled!
"Name."
"Angel."
"gender."
"Female."
“Age.
"I don't know... I'm not lying to you, I really don't know how old I am."
Angel knelt on the ground with a sad look in her eyes. As a time traveler who had lived two lives as a human being and a Herrer of Thousands with a bunch of clones, it was really difficult to calculate her age.
Rosalia didn't think it was wrong. How could the child of the thief Jie Zhen B have a specific date of birth? Just like she didn't know her birthday and age, the specific information recorded in the West Wind Church and the West Wind Knights was all estimated and filled in by Grand Master Falga.
"That would make me 13...15...well, let's say 14."
Rosalia estimated his age based on his appearance, wrote it down in her notebook, and continued to ask:
"profession."
"The specially hired chef of Cat's Tail Tavern, and the most loyal confidant of owner Margaret!"
An Qi knelt and puffed out her chest with pride.
Rosalia glanced at her and said:
"Why not be a thief and play Jun?"
"..."
"I am Sister Rosalia of the Church of Favonius, and I am also a member of the Knights of Favonius. You should understand what these two places represent in Mondstadt. Just answer whatever I ask. This will be good for everyone. Do you understand?"
"I was a thief F before. I went to the Star-Picking Cliff to dig for treasure and touched the ruins mechanism. Everyone except me was buried inside. I had nowhere to go."
An Qi said this with a blank expression, neither happy nor sad.
I didn't lie.
I had indeed stayed with a thief F who I had met by chance for a few days, mainly to learn the language and characters, and to get some basic information. Later, the thief F was also completely wiped out in the ruins. An Qi did not take action, but she did not find a good person worth saving.
Therefore, every word is true.
Rosalia nodded in understanding.
"So it was you who caused the collapse of the Star-Picking Cliff a few days ago? So, you lost your family just like that... or should I say, your master?"
The children adopted by the thief F are the family members of the adopter in name and title, but in reality they are the hounds raised by the adopter. Testing traps, blocking strong enemies, and giving everything for the interests and life of the adopter without compensation, this is the way of survival for the thief Yan Bzi.
However, Rosalia still doesn't understand what the old thief who adopted her was thinking.
She couldn't bear the life of being hungry, freezing and doing hard labor, so she escaped from Thieves F and was chased back. According to the rules of Thieves F, she had to fight a life-and-death duel with her "adoptive father". Only by killing the other party could she survive and return to Thieves F again.
As a result, she survived, and the old thief was lazy and forgiving.
It obviously couldn't have been this ending. The old thief had grown to an age where he couldn't even lift a knife, so how could he have been stabbed to death by a skinny little girl who was hungry, tired, and emaciated?
Rosalia still hasn't figured it out.
'Will a false father be tempted to protect a child he has just adopted?'
Rosalia shook her head, pushing the inappropriate memories back into her heart. She looked at Angie again, her expressionless face, and her eyes softened uncontrollably.
"I understand that you regard Margaret, who took you in, as your new master?"
"..."
"Don't be silent. Why don't you consider joining the West Wind Church? You are quite suitable at this age. I remember Farga once told a kid who looked like you that if you go to the church and cleanse yourself under the glory of God, you can start over and live like an ordinary person - of course, the premise is that I verify that what you said is true and you haven't done anything bad in this city yet."
The little devil she was referring to was naturally herself.
But at this point, Rosalia couldn't help but slap her forehead. Was she infected by the nagging old man Falga? Why was he talking so much tonight?
"Ahem! Let's get back to the point. What were you doing going to that illegal intelligence dealer?"
"Buy intelligence."
"What information?"
"Rental information. I just arrived and need to find the cheapest house. It's better to be close to the tavern so that it's convenient for work."
An Qi replied in a serious tone, handing over her little notebook where she recorded rental information.
Rosalia took a look at the sloppy handwriting, which was obviously written by someone who had not received proper education, and immediately became more convinced of Angel's origins.
If he wasn't a hunting dog raised by the thief F, how could he be so ignorant of the rules of urban life? He was so clumsy that he had to buy information from an intelligence agent to rent a house. This was a complete survival mode in the dark world.
"Just buying this information? How much did it cost?"
"2 Mora."
"Well, the price is fair. It seems you are very good at bargaining. However, do you know what kind of person that intelligence dealer is?"
"...I only buy intelligence, nothing else."
Rosalia shook her head as expected.
It is indeed the pure law of survival in the dark world. Just exchange money and goods, without any unnecessary curiosity.
"That's a gathering point for an illegal intelligence agency. I've been keeping an eye on it for a few days, wanting to see how many restless rats would emerge after the Grand Commander left for the expedition. Unfortunately, you've now become one of the little rats I marked."
"…Will he go to jail? Or will he be executed on the spot?"
An Qi suddenly became alert and reached behind her.
Rosalia raised her hand and gently tossed a small leather bag.
"Are you looking for this? It turns out that it contains not poison but fine sand for blindfolding. It seems that your stockpile has also been lost in the ruins. How unfortunate."
"..."
An Qi lowered her head, her eyes lost all color, and she seemed to have suddenly turned into a soulless wooden figure.
Rosalia's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly put the leather bag in Anqi's hand. After thinking for a while, she fumbled around on her body, then took out a still-warm lollipop and put it in Anqi's hand.
