It is different from the tourist resort in Elena's "memory" where there are high-end hotels and B&Bs everywhere along the street.
Today's "Armenian Valley of Flowers" is still a border town without any resource value and not much commercial development. Except for foreign timber merchants and daily chemical merchants, there are almost no tourists. Naturally, the hotel is only the one owned by the town.
Long-running Kecharis.
In fact, Kecharis is more like the Leaky Cauldron pub run by Hannah's family than a hotel.
"Madam, the ruble - you know, almost no one wants it, but -"
Joel, the night bartender, licked his lips and his eyes roamed greedily on Arkhipovna's sexy face.
"There are some empty rooms. If your child can sleep alone, we can make an exception."
With the disintegration of the Soviet Union, displaced people are almost everywhere. Compared with men who have no brute force (or not), in this transitional period when the economy is on the verge of collapse, young and sexy women themselves are the currency.
It may not be valuable but it is very useful.
Although old Joel is now over sixty, he still won't let go of such a good thing that comes to his door easily.
Compared with the homeless women with heavy makeup, this kind of down-and-out women dragging their children is obviously more attractive - the Armenian government has just resumed basic administrative activities, and the police everywhere is still in chaos, not to mention that it is still far away from the city.
Small town, not to mention he still...
"Don't you accept rubles? Do you accept US dollars?"
Arkhipovna frowned, took out a wallet from the inner pocket of her coat, and took out two ten-dollar bills.
"Twenty dollars is more than enough for two nights, right? By the way, if you want to have fun, you can go to the red light district six kilometers away. As long as you remember to pay, they won't pull your dick out.
Just twist it off... Sir? Huh? Sir? Don't even U.S. dollars circulate here in Tesavdzo, or... do you want to see this thing?"
Arkhipovna gently slapped two ten-dollar bills on the table, and opened the right side of her coat, revealing the curves that exuded the charm of a mature woman, as well as the black and thick breasts that firmly attracted the attention of old Joel.
The whole picture of the big baby, with a hint of teasing on the sexy red lips.
"Remington M870, well, it's also an American product. It's been a bit chaotic lately. As a single mother, I have to pay attention to safety."
"If the dead guy in my family didn't lie to me, this gun is worth at least 500 US dollars on the market now. If it is used to pay for accommodation, it may be difficult to find. However, I still have some small items here that can be used to buy odds and ends.
The denomination…”
Arkhipovna held the American shotgun that Lockhart got for her with one hand, raised her right leg and stepped on the chair next to her.
There was a ring of ammunition bags tied to her thighs, with two rows of red cylindrical ammunition neatly arranged on it.
"Remington No. 12 bullet, I heard it can be used for bear hunting, it costs five dollars a round. So..."
A certain Russian shrew counted four bullets from her thigh and loaded them into the shotgun.
Click.
A pleasant and rhythmic cocking sound.
In Elena's dull eyes, Arkhipovna raised the shotgun and gently pressed it against the poor man's chest.
"The Counterintelligence Service of the Soviet State Security Council and the Russian Federal Security Service are on a mission. We are hunting down a traitor who is absconding with dangerous weapons information. I may have some questions for you later - of course, we will pay.
,can I call you comrade?"
After glancing at the man who looked as pale as a ghost, Arkhipovna said softly with a soft expression.
"By the way, is there hot water here? And...are there ropes in the storage room?"
…………
Facts have proven that scientific researchers rarely have low emotional intelligence in the true sense.
In most cases, the low emotional intelligence they display is mostly based on high IQ calculations, and they conclude that there is no need to spend energy explaining to idiots and considering idiots' ideas. However, in terms of the absolute value of the two quotients,
They are definitely the most outstanding people of their generation.
Not to mention, Arkhipovna and others, who experienced the brutal "political scientific research" purges of the former Soviet Union, are among the best.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Arkhipovna successfully took out all the valuable information Joel knew.
During the entire process of coercive and coercive interrogation, Elena had been sitting obediently in the corner of the room, holding the big suitcase cutely.
After they shook the keys and left the locked storage room, arriving at the clean and tidy upstairs guest room, Arkhipovna's false and dangerous agent look suddenly disappeared, and she let out a long sigh of relief.
, put down the Remington M870 in his hand, and turned to look at Elena.
"Ms. Kaslana, do you want a deposition in Russian, or do you want me to interpret it directly?"
Arkhipovna raised the pen and paper in her hand and looked at the girl who was standing by the window observing the street with a searching look on her face.
Does this mean that without a translation, I might suspect that she might be hiding something?
Elena was stunned for a moment, and then she understood what Arkhipovna meant.
"It doesn't matter, I believe in your judgment and ability to express yourself in words, and time is urgent - I first need to judge the dangers nearby. After all, Hyperion is still in the sky waiting for our news. Also, just call me Elena.
That’s all right, no need to be so formal.”
Elena pointed at the sky through the window, returned to her senses and sat on the edge of the bed, speaking quickly with an indifferent expression.
Then, she took out her wand and nodded lightly around her, turned to look at Arkhipovna, and said in a deep voice with a serious expression.
"So what happened? Are there answers to the questions we prepared before?"
"There isn't much useful information, but we can lock down some areas -"
Arkhipovna slowly shook her head, recalling the news she had just asked from the bald man.
"According to that dirty old guy's description, there haven't been any noteworthy accidents in the town in the past week - no gas pipeline explosions, no fires caused by lightning, or landslides due to heavy rains. The only thing that's a bit strange may be this afternoon.
The dogs of many small town residents were barking wildly. But it has calmed down now, and there are no other abnormalities other than that."
"Many small town residents' dogs are barking? Have you ever asked where the barking starts from?"
"Piak Street, as for the specific location - go out from here and go two hundred meters to the left, turn right, turn left at the fork..."
Arkhipovna closed her eyes, and after reviewing it in her mind for the second time, she opened her eyes again and said firmly.
"Yes, if you filter from this information, then the abnormal area is located near the 'marked location' we just walked through. If nothing else, that should be the residence of the old Armenian wizard. We may be able to learn from him
Know more clues——”
"Well, judging from the current situation, that's the case. But it's not us, but me."
Elena nodded, pulled out the small food reserve that was dizzy from sleep, and shook it in mid-air.
When the little guy's confused eyes gradually became clear, Elena casually put the little chubby chicken into Arkhipovna's hands.
"Well, I will build a temporary safe house here - it has a magic mark on it, which can guide subsequent reinforcements to arrive directly, and can also guide you to break through the illusion on your return. Well, you can send me there later'
Mark the spot' and return here immediately."
"Given that the Great Arcana emblem of 'The Hanged Man' has been destroyed, I think you may not be suitable to go to that area."
"Miss Fool, what does the destruction of the badge by the Major Arcana mean?"
Arkhipovna was silent for a moment, looking at the fluffy little owl in her hand, and finally couldn't help but ask.
"Being captured, or dying in battle - it won't be a pleasant experience anyway."
Elena shrugged and said calmly, with an extremely cold look in her lake-blue eyes.
"Of course, these are just some examples of countless bad possibilities. According to the rules of the Major Arcana Council, when a member of the Major Arcana voluntarily destroys his own badge, it means that he voluntarily abandons the 'Major Arcana'
'Equal rights. In short, unless he returns, he will be equivalent to a corpse in all subsequent decisions. This is also the reason why the other two Major Arcana proposed to call in manpower..."
"So, that guy Gilderoy is... probably dead now?"
Arkhipovna whispered, biting her lip hard.
She put down the little owl, picked up the Remington M870 again, and silently pulled the bolt.
"Miss Fool, I want to go with you - as the fiancée of Gilderoy Lockhart, if there is an accident during the firefight, you will regard it as my A-class badge and destroy it. As for the safe house, there is one anyway.
With this little owl here, the magic beacon can be maintained, right?"
Elena was silent for a few seconds and sighed helplessly.
"Okay, but if I activate Valkyrie, your mission is over—"
As she spoke, she patted the suitcase that had not been opened and said seriously with a serious face.
"Also, no matter what happened or what you saw, before I take action, I hope you will not act on your own initiative, otherwise I will regard you as being mentally controlled. Stay vigilant at all times, we may be two people now.
Only prey that falls into a trap..."
Arkhipovna nodded seriously and hid the shotgun inside her coat just as she had come.
After simply setting up the beacon and notifying the Hyperion to return as planned, Elena let out a sigh of relief and stood up.
"Let's go and visit the old wizard's residence."
The "conventional" weapons carried on the Hyperion are almost all war-level heavy weapons.
After confirming that most of the residents here are indeed ordinary people, the space for the Hyperion to play is very small. Rather than letting the big guy stand by in the sky, it is better to let it return so that after the mobilization is completed,
Send reinforcements as soon as possible.
But before that...
Elena held Arkhipovna's hand with one hand, took out her wand and waved it gently.
The figures of the two people began to disappear inch by inch, like smoke and dust disappearing in the air, leaving no trace of their silhouettes.
The unknown prying eyes on the street outside have not disappeared. If they leave directly from the hotel door, there may be a lot of trouble later. Although Elena is not worried about the danger, she does not want her time to be wasted.
Delayed by trash cannon fodder.
"You shouldn't die that easily, Mr. Lockhart..."
Looking at the silent street, Elena's eyes flickered and she whispered in her heart.
After all, in this world, Gilderoy Lockhart has never served as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.