Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 118 Search
Philip explained the Flame Gloves' abilities and negative effects, then added, "But first, let me make it clear, this is just a loan. If you lose or damage them for some unexpected reason, you'll need to pay me back the original price, £2500."

2500 pounds! Forget all my savings. Even if you sold all your organs, Beyonder traits, and blood, you might only be able to scrape together a fraction. Klein sighed inwardly and said, "Thank you."

"I'll tell you if you need me to."

Now as a Sequence Eight "Joker", if he follows the original plan and tries to obtain the potion formula from the members of the secret order, it will still be somewhat dangerous. However, if he has this extraordinary item, the degree of danger will be within a controllable range.

Of course, this has a prerequisite, which is not to alarm people at the Sequence 5 or even Sequence 6 level, otherwise the situation will not be so easy to control.

If only I had a few properties in Backlund, then I wouldn't have to worry at all. I could find a way to buy them at the Beyonder gathering. With Philip by my side, there would basically be no problems.
Klein swallowed a mouthful of bread and noticed that Philip had already finished his meal. Before the other party could make a move, he said, "Let me wash it."

After all, he probably wouldn't have any commissions these two days, and there wasn't anything urgent to do. Instead of letting time slip away, he could use these housework to kill time and prevent his spirit from relaxing due to comfort.

No, you want to be a servant too?
Even in his heart, Philip didn't know what words to use to express his feelings. He could only smile a little strangely and nodded in response: "Okay."

"Well, come on. If you're willing to take on the housework, I wouldn't mind paying you £1 a week. It depends on your willingness. After all, let alone maids and butlers, we can't even hire a maid for odd jobs."

£1 a week seems to be enough
Klein roughly simulated the layout of the entire house in his mind, as well as the powerful body control and agility brought by his "Joker" potion, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster.

He was really afraid of being poor. When the small change he saved reached a certain amount, he could hide it in a secret place or deposit it directly into an anonymous account to avoid the dilemma of being resurrected in Tingen again.

Seeing that Klein really agreed, Philip breathed a sigh of relief. This meant that he could save some time to rest or do something else.

He chatted with Klein for a few words, then sorted out his clothes and went out in the guise of Jane Charlotte. He called a cab and headed straight for the East District.

East End, Dharavi Street.

In a cramped and bustling tavern.

Amid the bustling atmosphere at the bar, the horse-faced man, who had been laughing and drinking freely, froze for a moment. He turned to look at Philip, and said with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, "You mean, you want to issue a commission?"

"The guy who was here with me last month and wanted to make a living as a bounty hunter, ha, it's a strange thing, but this is Belland, what's impossible?"

Philip spread his palms and smiled, "That's the truth." His tone was completely devoid of the caution and restraint he had felt when he first arrived here. Instead, it was filled with a certain inexplicable confidence. "There are indeed many wonderful things in this world, and I just happened to come across one that is beneficial to me."

"Alright, alright." Williams waved his hand nonchalantly, took two more sips of the wine in his wooden cup, and then asked, "What exactly do you want to entrust me with? Please tell me in advance. Not all my money goes into my own pocket, so don't even think about bargaining."

Philip took the cup of "half and half" that the boss had prepared, took a few sips, and when he found that he had begun to adapt to the taste, he drank a sip, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said lightly:
"In the East District and the Bridge District, they often commit evil deeds. Their deaths wouldn't be a cause for regret. The forces behind them aren't exactly terrifying. I'd like to collect their information, including their stable movements and addresses. How much would it cost to collect each one?"

Williams, who was drinking, opened his eyes suddenly when he heard this. His eyes, which had been a little blurry due to drunkenness, suddenly became clear. He looked at Philip for several seconds before saying:

"If it's just movement tracks and addresses, I believe many of my subordinates would be interested. Moreover, many entire gangs could meet your requirements. It's not that difficult. One soli for each location means there are at least several people nearby."

It's a pity. If only I could find a way to use money to exempt myself from the negative effects of "Creeping Hunger". Although that guy is relatively honest in the Shadow World, who knows what will happen to him after he starves for two days and then I take him out?
This extraordinary item was too valuable, so valuable that he didn't want to take any risks. Mr. Azik, the only person who was almost risk-free, would definitely be able to solve the relevant problems, or at least provide a solution. However, contacting him also carried great risks.

Entered Ince Zangwill's field of vision.

Philip was not sure whether the archbishop who defected from the Church of the Evernight Goddess had been promoted to demigod. If he had been promoted, then the opponent who controlled 008 would definitely be able to develop easily even with the obstacles of Mr. Azik.

As his thoughts raced, he nodded and said, "If possible, I'd like to get someone's information today. Well, at least before 9 p.m.."

Williams tapped his fingers on the bar counter lightly. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Mr. Siles, although I don't know where your self-confidence comes from, I have to tell you in advance that if anyone investigates me, I have no obligation to keep it secret for you."

"no problem."

Philip took Williams's reminder to heart, but didn't care at all. After all, there were too many small gangs in Backlund, and there weren't even any Beyonders among them, so he could do it without hesitation.

Even if there might be a big gang behind this, sending out extraordinary people to conduct dream divination, with his "werewolf" anti-divination ability, they could only see that it was a monster with the appearance of a werewolf, which had nothing to do with Philip himself, not to mention affecting Jane Charlotte.

During the following period, Philip silently watched Williams call several strange men who came to the pub one after another, and after more than two hours of effort, he found seven or eight detailed addresses for Philip.

Although there was no gain from the specific movement trajectory and schedule, Philip did not need to worry. He could anyway try the ability of the "Faceless Man" in "Creeping Hunger".

(End of this chapter)