Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 131 Materials are ready
"Excuse me, have you gained anything?"

Ian asked nervously, his eyes shifting around uncontrollably, looking extremely insecure.

"Have."

Klein's answer left the older boy stunned. He stared at him with his bright red eyes, as if afraid he had misheard. He asked, "Have you confirmed Mr. Zreal's condition?"

"Zreal is dead. I found his body." Klein spread his hands and recounted the facts in a gentle and calm tone. "He's in a sewer right now. I can take you there to confirm."

After a few seconds of silence, Ian said:

".OK."

After watching the two of them go away, Philip, who had fed the cat in the living room and replaced breakfast with candy and warm water, simply gave up the idea of going with them and prepared to go to the East District to confirm whether Mr. A's party had sent him an invitation.

After I come back, I will prepare to write a novel.

In this world, the public is tolerant of the update speed of novels, especially detective novels. However, on the other hand, if the quality is not good enough, readers will not buy into it no matter how good the previous works were.

"A Study in Scarlet" is finished, and the next one should be "The Sign of Four". Well, according to Jane Charlotte's knowledge and level, it would be wrong if she could produce new works so soon. She can take it slowly, maybe even delay it until the end of the year. Anyway, she is just trying to earn enough to live on her living expenses.

With Philip's departure, No. 17 Braun Street returned to silence, with only a black cat curled up in the corner of the sofa, stretching out its front paws and licking its armpits with its tongue.

Two or three hours later.

After jumping up and down for a long time and completing the day's activities, it welcomed the opening of the door.

"Good afternoon, Xiaobai." Facing the black cat's gaze, Klein greeted it with a smile, then prepared to go to the kitchen to make lunch with the remaining ingredients.

But the next moment,
His steps suddenly stopped.

Klein subconsciously frowned as he heard layers of whispers. He could vaguely make out a male voice with a hint of childishness. Combined with the situation at the Tarot Club, the answer seemed obvious—

Derrick "The Sun"

What a coincidence! If it had been earlier, I would have delayed my reply. Klein was about to take four steps backward when he suddenly looked cautiously at the black cat that was looking at him nonchalantly. After thinking for a moment, he headed towards the stairs.

Although Xiaobai didn't speak, it was undoubtedly an extraordinary pet and a "spectator". If it entered the gray fog here, it might be because it sincerely wanted to give the vest to Philip.

After returning to the bedroom and locking the door, Klein took four steps backwards and returned to the gray foggy space. He connected with the crimson star where "Sun" Derrick was and learned the message he had conveyed:

"Mr. Fool, I have gathered all the extraordinary materials Mr. Temperance requires. When can we hold your sacrifice ceremony?"

Have you gathered all the materials?
Klein was first happy for Philip, but then he felt a little helpless. After all, the latter was about to be promoted to a "zombie" and would leave him far behind.

He was now just a "clown" who hadn't even reached the middle sequence threshold, and was still worried about the formula for a Sequence 7 potion.

After sighing, Klein focused his attention on the present and responded:

"Now."

City of Silver.

In the simple bedroom.

In front of Derrick were several materials, two sheets of paper covered with writing using a quill pen, and two candles lit with spiritual power and arranged according to the "Dual Principle".

In the dim room, he clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and chanted devoutly in Giant language: "Fool who does not belong to this era;" "You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"You are the yellow and black king of good luck."

"Thy faithful servant beseeches thy gaze;"

"I beg you to accept his offering;"

“Please open the gates of your kingdom.”

The ancient spell echoed within the spiritual wall, stirring up a swirling gale. The shock of natural forces made Derrick feel the pain as if his skin was being cut by a knife.

He paid no attention to it, and devoted himself to the sacrificial ceremony in front of him, looking forward to the "Prayer for Light" formula he would receive next.

The spiritual powder was scattered into the strong wind. The two colors of silver and dark black continued to merge and collide, and were thrown into the candlelight symbolizing the "fool", forming an illusory door of normal size.

Bang!

The door slowly opened, and what came into view was deep darkness, bright light, and the ancient palace above the thick gray fog.

Derrick lowered his head, not daring to look again. He carefully handed these extraordinary materials to the door, allowing the invisible suction force to absorb them all.

"call"

As the fierce wind subsided and the illusory gate disappeared, Derrick breathed a sigh of relief. He sat on the ground and rested for a while before putting away the arrangements for the sacrificial ceremony.

After doing this, he sat blankly on the edge of the bed, silently waiting for the next return gift.

In the magnificent palace above the gray fog.

Klein looked at the grayish-white brain, the dark blue-red blood, the blue salamander's eyes, and the two pages containing extraordinary knowledge. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

The ingredients for Sequence 6 potions were really expensive. Even though what was in front of him were just auxiliary ingredients, the price was already around 400 pounds.

Where will I make money in the future?
Klein suppressed his worries about the future, extended his spirituality, and transmitted his thoughts to the crimson star that symbolized Philip.

Although it is something that can be handed over directly to the other party, it has to go through two transfers: the sacrifice ceremony and the bestowal ceremony in the gray fog space. It feels like taking off pants to fart, but there is no other way. After all, the identity cannot be exposed.

But before that, as an agency fee, let him take a look at the things above.

No one would think that they have too much extraordinary knowledge.

More than ten minutes later, Philip, who had just opened the door with his key and entered No. 17 Brown Street, was feeling a little anxious about the invitation he had received when a gray mist suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

On that high chair, that mysterious figure, that great being, The Fool, sat quietly, smiling:

"Mr. 'Sun' has already sacrificed the materials to me. You can prepare for the ritual now."

Damn, what a coincidence?

Philip blinked his eyes, and suddenly felt happy in his heart. This meant that he could be promoted to a "zombie" today. Even if there was an accident, he would have one day to recover.

It seems that God wants him to cash out the "interrogator's" inheritance and let the other party go at night. There is no point in keeping it.

(End of this chapter)