Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 101 Poverty and 1 Gold Pound
Philip closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The cool air rushed into his chest. In this coolness, he curled up the corners of his mouth and chuckled teasingly:

"Well, if your spirit in heaven still has one, remember to take good care of your own grave. If this gold coin is discovered by others, it will probably be lost."

"But if you are truly in need and need this gold coin, don't worry about it, you dead man. I will make it up to you next time."

"Oh, right, you can't eat the gold pound after all. Next time, I'll bring you some sweet iced tea and Dipsy Pie. Um, waste is always shameful. Just think of this food as not only going into my stomach, but also letting you eat it as I wished."

"hehe."

The mumbling stopped abruptly.

Philip hugged the tombstone for the last time, and tried his best to search his mind for words, but in the end, he could only utter two short sentences:
"Goodbye."

"Please pray that I can come back someday."

The cemetery fell silent again.

Until a pale hand stretched out from the mud and subconsciously touched the cold gold coins.

Wow!
The stone slab was pushed open, and the coffin lid was pushed open. Klein sat up and looked around in a daze. He lowered his head and looked at the gold coin with a little bit of fresh soil remaining in the intricate cracks of the pattern on his palm.

I, resurrected?
Klein lifted up his clothes and saw the hideous wound and missing heart, which were healing slowly and laboriously at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was mysterious and strange.

This time travel wasn't so simple after all. The chill around him made Klein shiver. He buttoned up his muddy swallowtail suit and used his Joker ability to stand up.

Is this thing considered a tribute?

Looking at the empty coffin and the epitaph written for himself, he opened the gold coins in his hand with a strange expression, trying his best to clear his mind from the melancholy and sorrow and think about the reason.

Benson and Melissa had no reason to do this, and they and the Nighthawks should have come during the day. There were two bouquets of white flowers just placed here, Mr. Azik, and Philip.
Klein touched his right wrist. The familiar touch made him realize that the yellow crystal pendant he used to use for divination was still wrapped there. Like his precious clothes, it had not been taken away.

After using the pendulum to confirm that his answer was correct, Klein used divination again to confirm that Captain Dunn, Leonard, and the rest of the Blackthorn Security Company were alive. Only then did he truly breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, everyone was fine. However, when he divined the captain, the amplitude of his movements was off, proving he was still not well. Following his inspiration, Klein dug out the Azik copper whistle. His previously tense heart relaxed slightly, and the chill around him faded. He suppressed the urge to use dream divination, closed the coffin, filled it with soil, and covered it with stone. He stood up again, roughly cleaned the dirt off himself, and then, with his nerves tense, left the place.

Things like resurrection from the dead cannot be discovered by others. Even if it is Philip, who is also a time traveler, Klein has to find a suitable and appropriate opportunity to tell him.

Thinking of this fellow time traveler from the same village, no, friend, whom he had only known for two or three months and had spent even less time with, he clenched the gold coin in his hand and let out a silent breath.

Klein strolled through the streets, countless thoughts flowing peacefully in his mind under the guidance of the quiet and peaceful night. He recalled the happy life in the Nighthawks, his previous near-death experience, and his hatred for Lanevus and Ince Zangwill.

He wasn't sure how many ordinary people were affected by the evil god's offspring descending upon the factory area, but this was definitely not just a number of casualties that was counted afterwards!
Even if there are only two or three people involved, two or three families that are already struggling to survive will be affected. This is all just for those damn guys, because of their own selfish desires!
This kind of thing didn't just happen in Tingen, but at least, these two guys definitely had to... Klein subconsciously clenched his fists, letting the slight pain from his nails pressing against his palms strengthen his resolve to become stronger and then take revenge.

But before that, leaving Tingen and going to other places where I can become stronger is the minimum. But I only have 1 pound now, which is not enough. Klein touched his whole body weakly, but didn't gain anything.

Apart from the clothes, the yellow crystal pendant he carried with him, and the Azik copper whistle, the only "tribute" provided by Philip was the gold soule in his hand.

Fortunately, if it weren't for you, I'd probably be starving right now, trying to find a way to hijack a steam train or sneak onto a passenger ship and leave along the Hoy River. Klein toyed with the gold coin in his hand, watching it gleam under the crimson moonlight, and smiled a bittersweet smile.

In fact, he was really reluctant to part with this gold coin. After all, its commemorative significance was greater than its practical significance. But if he just left it unused, he would easily starve to death.

There haven't been any prayers yet, which means it's been less than a week since my death. I'll find a place to rest tonight. Tomorrow, I'll buy a newspaper to check the time, and then find a part-time room for dream divination.
After making up his mind, he was about to take a rest in a sheltered corner of a street, but when reminded by a patrol police officer, he thought of the content of the Poor Law and had to continue strolling on the street.

After an unknown amount of time, the red moon disappeared.

The morning light shone into a hotel room somewhere. Klein, wearing a fake beard that covered half of his face, stood by the window. He smoked two slices of toast with cheap butter, feeling a little sad about the money he had just spent.

He walked to the table, adhering to the principle of not wasting, picked up the copy of "Tingen Daily" he bought, stuffed it into his clothes, then lowered the brim of his top hat, walked out of the hotel, and took a rented carriage to the steam train platform.

Two hours in the hotel for 4p, newspaper for 1p, buttered toast for 1.5p, a false beard for 6p, and a soli for the cab.
I need to buy a ticket to Backlund later. That City of Hope is not only where Lanevus and Ince Zangwill live, but also where I can become stronger. I have to go.

Sigh, if I can't make money in Backlund, let alone being a clown, I'll soon become a beggar. Klein arrived at the steam station and watched the carriage gradually move away. He stroked the remaining money in his pocket and used his "clown" ability to control his facial expression, but his heart was still bitter.

(End of this chapter)