Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 11 No. 6 Daffodil Street

On the main street of Zouteland Street.

Philip was about to take a public carriage or a hired carriage back to the hotel to take a shower, but suddenly he remembered the rental information recorded in the newspaper that morning: Mr. Colmar at 13 Zouteland Street.

The other party had a townhouse that needed to be rented out. For him, who was about to earn 3 pounds a week, a little waste was not a big deal. After all, after experiencing Backlund's brief but profound baptism, he was no longer picky about material conditions.

But Philip glanced at his clothes, shook his head and laughed, "If I go out wearing this, I might be kicked out as a homeless person."

He gave up the idea for the time being, and followed his memory of the map to find the nearest station. He boarded the public horse-drawn carriage that arrived here shortly afterwards.

There happened to be a station here, so he didn't have to take the luxurious trackless carriage that wandered around at random, and it could also save him from the habit of extravagance - the nature of the tram public carriage was equivalent to a combination of buses and taxis on Earth, 1 penny per kilometer, but as long as it was within the city, the fare was limited to 4 pence and there was no further increase in the fare.

After getting on the carriage, as the door closed, Philip, who had been relaxed, became distracted. He propped his chin up with his hand, stared out the window blankly, and muttered to himself silently:
"Forget it, this is the only way."

No matter how unlucky it is, there will always be a way to get freedom later. Anyway, there is no longer any danger of death, and we can develop slowly. It is impossible for this small city with only a few hundred thousand people to have any major problems in the future.

He was certain that even if there were evil forces in this broken place, the number of Beyonders would not exceed the double-digit limit. The vast majority of them were probably Sequence 9, and it was basically impossible for a mid-Sequence to appear.

As for the cultists holding rituals and plotting the arrival of a certain evil god? Oh, the world will not develop like some novels and Western fantasy stories. Reality is different from fantasy. There must always be logic.
On the already dimly lit street, a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes walked into Wilker's Hat Shop. A waiter in a white shirt and red vest approached and politely asked, "Sir, what would you like to buy?"

"Uh..." Philip couldn't help but raised his hand, thinking carefully in his mind for several times, trying to organize his words, but in the end he just smiled and said:
"All a gentleman should, thank you."

"Okay," the clerk nodded and asked, "Would you like to see formal suits, shirts, hats, or something else first?"

Except for the white shirt, why are all the others black? Philip didn't understand what he was thinking in his heart. After hearing the clerk's question, he thought for a moment and slowly said, "Then let's dress formally first."

"Okay." The clerk pointed to the formal suits on the far side of the row, led him there, and began to explain carefully, "Sir, this one is... The matching vest and trousers are both made by a famous master in Tingen. The total price is 7 pounds 15 soli. As for this one..."

After listening to just a dozen or so words, Philip couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose. Deep down, he realized something was wrong and felt that his money was trying to escape uncontrollably.

Consumerism, no, maybe it's the norm here. He seemed to be listening silently, nodding slightly in response from time to time, but his mind was entirely on the price, ready to choose the cheaper one if he heard it.

Although he felt that most of the clothes here looked about the same when he wore them, when he chose a full set of formal wear, he ended up getting the cheapest prices for everything. He felt a little embarrassed to say that he didn't dare to bargain even for a small amount when buying things in his previous life.

Not long after, Philip walked out of the fitting room. When he heard the clerk's quote of 8 pounds and 10 soli, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. He walked to the mirror and admired his new face. Only then did he feel better.

After getting the change for 1 pound 10 soli and exchanging the two 10-pound notes for change and checking them carefully, he took the white boleyn heartwood cane he had just bought and walked out of the hat shop. He counted the house numbers and began to look for Mr. Colmar's residence.

As for the clothes he had taken off, Philip was originally planning to find a place to throw them away, but thinking of the bloody experiences of the past few days, in order to prevent someone from picking them up and using the aura on them to divine his information, he temporarily put them in the Blackthorn Security Company and handed them over to Roshan for disposal.

As his thoughts raced, he had already rung the doorbell of No. 13 Zouteland Street. Soon, a maid in a black and white dress opened the door, lowered her head, and glanced at Philip out of the corner of her eye. "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Well, I saw Mr. Wood's house for rent in the newspaper. Oh, it was in the newspaper from the day before yesterday. I hope I came at the right time." "Of course, you came at the right time."

Before the maid could reply, a voice rang out from inside the house. The man, Colmar Wood, appeared to be in his thirties, with a somewhat prim and serious expression. However, upon seeing Philip, who was also dressed in formal attire, his expression relaxed. He extended his hand and said, "Nice to meet you. My name is Colmar Wood."

"If you were my next tenant, I'd be more assured than most other people in Tingen. You're going to rent the property at 6 Daffodil Street, right?"

"Lawrence Slytherin." Philip shook hands with the other party and replied, "I do want to rent it, but before that, I want to take a look."

"Well, that's a very reasonable request." Korma nodded, his lips curled up slightly. "In fact, I was originally planning to go there right now and reflect on what's wrong with my house. That's why no one has contacted me these past two days."

"Don't worry about that now."

Philip also smiled and responded humorously, while politely turning sideways to make room for Colmar, and then followed him into a taxi.

Arriving at Daffodil Street, Mr. Wood took him to unlock the house with his key and walked in. Philip's eyes were instantly attracted by the neat furniture and environment: "Mr. Wood, this..."

"As you can see, most of the furniture here is refurbished." Korma spread his arms and said with a bit of pride. "And every weekend, I have my maid, Jasmine, come here to clean. Of course, the same will be true from now on. I can guarantee that there won't be a more cost-effective house on all of Daffodil Street."

No wonder it's a townhouse, but it's more expensive. Philip sighed inwardly, but he couldn't help but be tempted. After all, he was responsible for cleaning on weekends, so rounding it up saved the cost of a maid. "It's very good. I think I don't need to look at it anymore."

He tentatively mentioned the price, but unexpectedly the other party gave in so readily. The rent was 15 soli and 4 pence, and the furniture fee was 8 pence, which together came to 16 soli per week. However, as a price, he had to pay half a year's rent first.

The two parties then signed a two-year contract. Philip counted out 23 pounds in cash from his newly bought wallet and gave it to Colmar, which impressed the other party. He took out the standard contract he carried with him with great satisfaction and signed his name on it.

Seeing his name "Lawrence Slytherin" written on the contract, Philip suddenly felt awkward, but since he had already taken it, he could only suppress it and watch Mr. Wood leave.

“It went surprisingly smoothly.”

Philip sat on the sofa, holding a bunch of copper keys in his hand, and couldn't help feeling emotional. After all, he even planned to make up reasons why he came to Tingen in a hurry and didn't bring his identity card.

That's right, it's better to say that these are all empty words. Being able to wear formal clothes and have enough cash to prove yourself may be the most important thing. He seemed to have realized something, stood up and began to look around the room to avoid his thoughts continuing to wander on this issue and affecting his mood.

A living room that also serves as a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, a basement, two guest rooms and four bedrooms on the second floor, a balcony of medium size, and three bathrooms on the two floors.

I am sure this is a bit of a waste, even more wasteful than having four bedrooms. Philip's eyelids twitched, and he resisted the urge to cover his face, and directly chose the only bedroom with a bookshelf and walked in.

He glanced at the half-filled bookshelf, and after a careful browse, he found that there were no books that were useful to him. He simply took off his clothes, lay down on the cool and comfortable bed, and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)