Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 113 Breath
The conditions were unexpectedly relaxed. I was clearly the weaker party, yet they were able to leave the most precious thing to me. Philip nodded, "Well, no problem."

He had never expected to get the bounty offered by Qi Lingos from the beginning to the end, because it was too expensive. Even if he could get 20,000 or 30,000 gold pounds by circulating it through some powerful people with good backgrounds, the risks behind it would be raised to infinity if it was not handled properly.

Because of the precedent of dealing with Steve last time, Philip already had enough trust in Maric. He then said, "I have obtained the messenger. I will summon him out. He will remember your presence and will notify you directly if anything happens."

"messenger?"

Maric frowned slightly and shook his head indifferently, but his tone was surprisingly calm as he said, "I don't think you understand why so many Mid-Sequence Beyonders, even those at Sequence Five, don't have their own messengers."

"The answer is simple: safety."

"The dangers of the spirit world are well known to all Beyonders. No one dares to pursue powerful spells for summoning spirit creatures. Therefore, even if a contract is signed by sheer luck, there is still a risk of the letter being lost when the messenger sets foot in the spirit world."

"As for the vast majority of Sequence Fives, when faced with unimportant letters, they usually simply arrange for their subordinates or those close to them to deliver them. When faced with important matters, it's usually safest to go on their own."

It turned out to be the case.

After Maric's explanation, Philip's doubts about why messengers could not be popularized among the Beyonders were completely resolved. No wonder many Beyonders who were not on the "Death God" path only had messengers when they reached a high sequence.

In this situation, the spiritual creatures summoned will not be fatal no matter what. Not only do you not have to worry about your life safety, but they are also powerful and safe enough.

However, the Bone Messenger should be qualified, unless God wants me to die. Philip shrugged and said with a smile: "Don't worry about this, it's quite reliable."

To prove his words, he went outside and asked Kaspars for a white candle. After returning to the chess and card room and lighting it, he summoned a four-meter-tall skeleton messenger whose head was almost piercing through the ceiling.

The moment he opened his spiritual vision and saw the messenger, a trace of surprise flashed across Maric's eyes, and then he immediately reacted, controlling the zombies around him and stopping their restless emotions and movements.

A few seconds later.

The zombie nodded imperceptibly, then commented, "If it weren't targeted by a specific entity, this messenger would be more than enough to handle most dangers. You're a werewolf, so why were you able to sign a contract with this underworld creature?"

Maric did not hide his doubts. In his eyes, even a "psychic" at the seventh level of the "Death God" path sequence would probably not be able to sign a contract with the Bone Messenger, let alone the completely unrelated "werewolf".

Well, this is a secret. I say good people are rewarded. Do you believe it was sent by a certain big boss? No, even if you do, I dare not tell you. While Philip was thinking about it, he turned his head and found that the messenger had noticed Maric, but quickly looked away, and then said with a smile:

"Sorry, it's a secret."

That mysterious existence, "Ember," seemed to have nothing to do with the "Death God" path. It seemed to be due to other reasons. Maric's expression was almost expressionless, but he was actually thinking about the reason actively. At the same time, he nodded, "That's your right."

Philip then subconsciously looked around, feeling that there was something strange in the already cold room, but he couldn't feel it, so he simply ignored it and waved his hand.

"I'm leaving now. If I'm lucky... well, I can't really say whether it's luck or not. If I really run into a low-probability event, I'm afraid you'll receive a letter from me asking for help later."

He didn't pause. After soothing the Bone Messenger with a few words and coaxing him back, he left the bar without looking back. Maric sat quietly there. After a few seconds, he tilted his head and said, "Sharon, do you think if he really ran into Qilingos, he could successfully convey the message to us and hold on until we arrived?"

"It's hard."

Two cold and indifferent words came out.

Sharon, dressed in a black gothic palace dress, gradually emerged into the room, her azure eyes betraying no emotion. "It's hard to imagine the Shepherd's power unless you've faced him head-on or witnessed it firsthand."

"Among the twenty-two sequences, the Shepherd's strength is the strongest, even approaching the High Sequence."

"Even if Qi Lingos, the 'Wind-Favored One', only possesses a Beyonder item with relevant properties, his strength is still above that of an ordinary Sequence Five."

Maric listened silently, and after she finished her story, he said, "Okay, then why do you still want me to agree to your request?"

Sharon didn't answer immediately.

She looked towards the door, a deep and complex expression emerged in her azure eyes, and then she opened her thin lips and murmured coldly:
"I want to confirm my suspicions. This is a good opportunity to understand the hidden entity behind Philip Howard. If He lends a hand, I'll be closer to the answer."

As she spoke, Sharon's figure slowly disappeared.

The room fell into dead silence again.

Maric, who was sitting at the innermost side of the chess and card table, pulled the corners of his mouth open with some effort, shook his head and smiled with an unnatural expression, then looked at the zombies on both sides and silently continued his card game with them.

After walking out of the door of the Brave Bar, Philip got back into the rented carriage, put on the black hooded robe, closed his eyes, exhaled softly and slowly, and then blurted out a new destination.

As the car slowly drove along, he couldn't help but look out the window at the red moon that was almost directly overhead. He suddenly had the idea of dragging Klein over to OMO and help out.

After all, based on the performance of the tuxedo clown in Tingen City, Sequence Eight "Clown" is probably an enhancement in agility. At that time, Philip will be responsible for resisting injuries, while Klein will hide on the edge and shoot from behind. When in doubt, he will cast the "Sleeping" spell and hide as long as possible.

Forget it, forget it. Who knows if there is any possibility of this guy being resurrected. It would be bad if he really died. The risk factor is still too high. Philip supported his chin and imitated Leonard, trying to put on a comfortable and relaxed look to stop himself from thinking too much.

But the results are still unsatisfactory.

Philip could only fully concentrate his attention, thinking about the possible next role of each item in his possession, as well as the related playing ideas.

The "ember fire" spell is useless.

Throwing a handful of the "Sleeping" spell might have a miraculous effect, but unfortunately I have too few on hand.

As for the biotoxin bottle.
(End of this chapter)