Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 124 September th
I was thinking too much. Philip chewed the bread and suddenly felt his mouth become dry again, so he drank the glass of water at hand. After being moistened by the water, the oatmeal bread began to soften and become smooth, and he swallowed it easily.

"January 1st is the beginning of a new year, and I just finished making my first 'blasphemous card'."

"I will hide the ultimate secrets of the twenty-two divine paths within these different 'blasphemous cards' and scatter them to various locations. If things fail, this will be my children's greatest support."

As Philip was reading the last page of the diary, he was about to put the last half piece of bread into his mouth. When he caught a glimpse of the content out of the corner of his eye, his hand froze in mid-air.

Card of Blasphemy
He raised his eyebrows slightly, his interest immediately piqued. He pushed the piece of bread with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he supported himself on the table with his freed hands and read silently in his mind.

"Haha, I will destroy all the order you desire and spread the secrets of God! These 'blasphemous cards' will have the properties of anti-divination and anti-prophecy. Except for the ones reserved for my children, those who are destined to receive them will obtain them!"

"I've always been a man of revenge. After I die, who cares if there's a flood? Well, I didn't coin that phrase. Anyway, the more chaotic the mysterious world is, the better!"

Something was wrong with Emperor Roselle. Philip's brows furrowed. Even though the diary in front of him was not the original manuscript, he could still tell from its contents the state of the diary's owner, Roselle Gustav.

If the previous sentence "I will destroy all the order you want" was just an angry remark, or if it was because he was forced into a corner by the existence of the suspected Seven Gods, then the following sentence "The more chaotic the mysterious world is, the better" was not right.

This time traveler, who essentially received nine years of compulsory education and attended high school and university, could not have suddenly become so extreme. "If things fail, this will be my children's greatest support." This is obviously the problem with this sentence.

Emperor Roselle is plotting something very important, and this is unacceptable to the Seven Gods, so he needs to disrupt the order and divert everyone's attention?

Indeed, the Fifth Age is different from the Fourth Age, which is known as the "Age of the Gods". Although the seven orthodox gods rarely perform miracles, the angels under their seats and the church's huge system and influence should not be underestimated.

But what’s the use of this?!
This kind of secret information, apart from showing off, can't bring any benefit at all. Emperor, oh Emperor, don't you have a diary full of potion recipes? Oh, the Card of Blasphemy, that's okay.

Philip suddenly thought of the first time he came into contact with the Blasphemous Card. At that time, he also suspected that it was related to the Blasphemous Slate, but he did not expect that the connection between the two was so strong.

Unfortunately, that diary page didn't reveal the whereabouts of the Judge's Blasphemy Card. It was like telling the conditions for opening a treasure chest, but not its location.
Forget it, just go to bed and wait for promotion.

September 9, 17 Braun Street.

Midday sunlight streamed through the convex mirror into the room. Philip, sprawled on the sofa reading a newspaper, couldn't help but ask Klein, who had just emerged from the kitchen, "No one's even asked you to find a cat or dog today?"

Although he, as the author of Sherlock, had never revealed his residential address these days, Klein's name "Sherlock Moriarty" had more or less played a role.

At least the people in these two blocks, if they have something important lost or their cats or dogs are missing, they will usually come to see what the so-called Sherlock's abilities are.

Although Klein was able to achieve a perfect ending every time thanks to divination, the impact created by such a short period of time was obviously not enough. At least for truly serious cases, the middle class would still choose well-known detectives.

“It will take some time.”

Klein smiled wryly. Even if he did, he probably wouldn't agree now. After all, the Tarot Club would be in three hours. If he hadn't completed the commission by then, he wouldn't be able to find a cat and dog and then ask to go to the bathroom for half an hour.

If I accidentally annoy them, I'm afraid I won't get any commissions in the future. Klein shook his head helplessly. Seeing that the large sofa was occupied by the reclining Philip, he found the single sofa on the right and sat down.

"Speaking of which, your 'werewolf' potion has been digested, right?"

After reading the newspaper for more than ten seconds, Klein seemed to have thought of something and said, "Have you found the next potion formula?"

As things stand, if Philip were to be promoted to Sequence Six, it would be of great benefit to him. After all, even in Backlund, the level of Sequence Six was enough to form a secret team of Beyonders.

"It's been available for a long time." Philip lay on the sofa, supporting his chin, and sighed helplessly, "But at least if I'm lucky, maybe it will be available this week."

If the "sun" is strong enough.

He had already obtained the extraordinary characteristics of the "zombie" and the potion formula, but he was stuck at the last auxiliary material, which even made him want to directly take the extraordinary characteristics to advance.

After all, in the Second Age, all living beings wanted to advance, but there were no magic potions. Basically, they advanced by taking extraordinary properties directly, although humans might not be able to withstand such an advancement.

But it is undeniable that when the population base increases, there will indeed be many lucky people who directly consume extraordinary characteristics to become extraordinary people or even get promoted, but the probability is so high that it would be a pity not to take the "monster" path.

So, what Philip asked for from "The Sun" at the Tarot Club was the auxiliary materials for the "Zombie" potion. Klein nodded and said nothing more.

Time just passes quietly.

2:30 p.m.

"I'm going to the bedroom to get some sleep."

Ok?
After hearing Klein's words, Philip was stunned for a moment, then nodded calmly. After all, there was still a full half hour before the Tarot Club was scheduled to start, and there was no suspicious target at the Tarot Club.

It's impossible that the other party is a fool.

With the Joker's keen sense of facial expressions, Klein was relieved after confirming that the Joker didn't think too much about it. He then returned to the second floor and entered his bedroom.

He locked the door, drew the curtains, and then lay on his side on the bed, pretending to take a nap. Fifteen minutes later, he stood up again, used "Holy Night Powder" to create a spiritual wall, and walked four steps backwards to reach the top of the gray fog.

　Dear readers, please forgive me for having to update twice a day these two days. I have been dragged to study for the first part of the driving license. I have to review the study hours and questions in the next few days. I have to take the exam when I get 90 points. Tomorrow I will see if I can struggle and update twice a day again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)