Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 16 Taking the Potion
Ah oh.

Philip blinked twice, stunned for a moment, and only reacted after Dunn started stamping. "Uh, it's not what I expected. Why is it so fast?"

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Dunn stamped the seal and moved the white note to the edge of the table. His gray eyes grew deeper. "In addition, news has come from the Holy Temple that the Rose School of Thought has been experiencing unusual movements within the Kingdom of Loen, with a large number of them arriving in Ahowa County."

hiss~
Upon hearing the news, Philip felt his heart sink. Fortunately, it was not accurate to Tingen, and it probably had nothing to do with him. Otherwise, he would probably fall to the ground and prepare to start over. After all, he was completely unable to fight.

So that's how it is. Because of this unusual movement, the Holy Church has attracted their attention. They are paying attention to the information I provided about the Rose School of Thought. The application for materials is just a side issue, but
"One more thing."

Dunn tapped the table with his fingers and said in a serious tone, "The Holy Temple says that you are now forbidden to leave Tingen and cannot become a formal member, even if you have enough merits left."

"And once you've been promoted to Sequence 8 Madman, we'll conduct strict audits and surveillance on you for an unlimited period."

"It will only be gradually phased out after we confirm that your ideas are indeed so-called moderation and that you are capable of resisting curses and madness."

"As for the potion, if you have confidence in yourself, you can mix it with Old Neil later."

As expected, I would be suspected.

Philip sighed silently in his heart. He had expected this. After all, although he was a member of the Temperance Faction, he had no way to verify his identity.

After taking the "IOU" from Dunn's desk, he did not raise any objections. He bowed to express his gratitude and then left the office.

The man sitting on the chair clasped his hands together and rested them on the table. He stared at the door with his deep grey eyes and did not speak for a long time.

"Good morning, Mr. Neil!"

In the warehouse of the Nighthawks, Philip had figured out the character of the old man in front of him because of what happened yesterday. So he didn't act reserved and greeted him sincerely and relaxedly.

But the unacceptable strangeness that emanated from the other person still lingered in his heart.

"Oh, Lawrence, good morning."

Old Neil was still sitting in his chair. When he saw Philip coming over, a smile appeared on his face. "Well, I'm glad to have you two here, little ones. Haha, you should have met Klein too."

"um, yes."

As Philip answered, he walked to the other side and placed the IOU given by Dunn on the table.

"Oh, let me see, those materials are yours." Old Neil took the IOU in his hand and looked at it carefully. Then he stood up with his two somewhat shriveled hands supporting the table, opened the drawer, and took out a key.

"Wait here for a moment."

"Of course, you can also take this opportunity to help me write a copy of Emperor Roselle's diary." He smiled and winked at Philip, then walked into the inner room and opened the iron door with the key.

Can't ask for it.

Philip was quite happy about this, and naturally sat down in the seat where Old Neil had just sat, picked up a pen and began to write, then he complained in his mind about the handwriting of this senior time traveler.

Could it be that he is taking advantage of the fact that no one else can understand Chinese and just letting himself go and writing nonsense?

I feel like my self-discipline is not very good.
With his thoughts swirling, Philip didn't dare to hurry. He rewrote Rossell's handwriting, stroke by stroke, as if carving, with a slightly stiff yet careful hand. Compared to the original, this pleasing version was instantly noticeable to anyone with a sense of beauty and ugliness.

Not long after, with two soft sounds, Philip, who had entered the state, returned to reality. He turned his head and saw a small silver box placed at his hand.

"Heartbind, and grey mud. Oh, I don't know why you need these for your potion, but they are really expensive. Be careful."

Old Neil opened the box and showed what was inside:

There was a black vine covered with thorns, seemingly surrounding something, and a tightly wrapped brown bottle with a bubbling sound coming from inside.

Apart from that, the other three materials are much simpler and more normal, including scattered blade fragments, green oval fruits, and a few drops of golden juice.

"You can check if there is anything missing." Old Neil reminded.

"No, no need."

Philip raised his hand and touched the brim of his half-top hat with his fingers, trying to hide the complex emotions flashing in his eyes. "I think after going through the two procedures of the church and Mr. Neil, there will be no problem."

Old Neil smiled and shook his head, then patted him on the shoulder and walked straight outside. "Come with me to the 'Alchemy Room' to mix the potion."

Alchemy room, where else could this be?

Philip was puzzled, but he closed the box, picked it up, followed the other person, came to the intersection, and entered the last road leading to the Church of St. Selina.

When he followed Old Neil silently to the middle of the road, the other party pressed the wall casually. With a vague sound, a secret door was opened.

Beakers, balances, test tubes and other chemical instruments that were a little simpler than those in his previous school, as well as crystal balls, dark holy emblems, large iron pots and other extremely mysterious things, gave Philip a silent visual impact.

Just as Philip walked in blankly, Old Neil patted him on the shoulder and smiled casually, "Although I am reluctant to part with these expensive equipment, if you insist, you can leave the mixing of the potion to yourself. Don't be afraid of damaging it."

"After all, just because I like the old ones doesn't mean I hate asking for money to buy new ones."

Hearing these slightly teasing words, Philip's heart, which had been a little nervous because of Dunn's news, relaxed. He smiled silently twice and handed the small silver box to the other party.

Concocting potions is actually not difficult. In other words, as long as you know the formula, know how to control the dosage, and know how to safely put the extraordinary ingredients into the big iron pot, there will be no failure cases.

Old Neil prepared the potion with his skilled craftsmanship. Not long after, a cup of viscous liquid mixed with blood and gray was handed to Philip.

Smelling the nauseating smell, he had to hold his breath and drank the prepared "Prisoner" potion under the moved gaze of the knowledgeable old Neil.

In an instant, the dead liquid in the mouth burst into life and heat, like a demon that wanted to corrode the body, flowing straight to all parts of the body.

Philip's eyes turned crimson. He leaned forward, holding his heart tightly with his right hand, feeling the stinging pain of the thorns, and using this to keep himself sane and sober.

In the gradually blurring vision, the scene of the shadow world emerged. Beyond the solitary burning embers, at the end of the boundless darkness, came an angry, disdainful, and suffocating roar:

"I see you"

".thief!"

(End of this chapter)