Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 22 Melissa

After the meal, Admisol sat stiffly in a chair with his eyes closed. The inferiority that seemed to emanate from his bones prevented him from truly showing that he had adapted to the current situation.

Philip sat opposite him, propping up his face with his fist, and touched the edge of the table with the fingers of his other hand. He asked calmly, "What did you see in me this morning?"

"Dark, dark!" Admisol blurted out excitedly, then reluctantly recalled for a few seconds, and slowly explained:

"A mad, terrible darkness, endless, and within it, a warm fire, an ever-burning flame"

It is indeed the "Monster" path.

Philip couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He knew the path mastered by the School of Life could be linked to fate, but he hadn't imagined it would be so outrageous. Just half a Sequence Nine, he had already seen the outlines of the Shadow World.

"If the sequence is higher, I might be able to see more things, maybe even the essence." Philip sighed in his heart, and the idea he had previously formed became much more firm at this moment.

He thought for a moment and then asked, "Why did you appear in that underground trading market?"

"I," Admisol's tone changed slightly, "I didn't get a temporary job at the dock this morning, so I have no money to eat or sleep. Only over there are no police to drive me away."

The Poor Law stipulates that homeless people are not allowed to sleep in places like parks and streets. This is to prevent them from being lazy and to encourage them to work hard. It can be said that there is nothing wrong with the original intention.

But actually implementing it.
That’s another matter.

Looking at the young man in front of him, who was only about twenty years old and wearing a worn linen shirt and blue-gray trousers, Philip held his chin with his hand, his eyes wandering, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

After a long time, he suddenly smiled.

"Ademisole, you have a choice."

"I can buy you a new set of clothes, I can reserve a chair for you at the dinner table in the evening, and I can let you sleep here at night. You will also have 1 pound of change every week to live on, and I won't even restrict your freedom too much."

"There's only one condition."

Admisol's breathing became a little heavy. He threw away his inner restraint and timidity and couldn't help but say, "Yes, what is it?"

"All."

Philip raised his eyebrows slightly and continued to narrate silently, "The price is everything you have in the future. Maybe it's just doing a small thing, maybe it's risking your life, maybe it's sacrificing your soul. Who knows?"

As for how long you can enjoy this happiness? It all depends on the arrangement of "fate". As for the price of violating it, believe me, you don't want to know. "

The restaurant suddenly fell silent.

Ademisol lowered his head, his expression inexplicably calm, and spoke without any emotion, "This sounds..."

"It will make me more human than I've ever been."

He got off the chair, then knelt down on the spot, kowtowed heavily to Philip, and said in a low and pious voice: "Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Philip was startled by this action and blinked, "I just wanted to raise a consumable, why did you go straight to the dead man?"

Never mind, the results are pretty much the same.

The dead warrior's words were more convenient, because he wanted him to become a Beyonder, then observe him and see if he could see anything more. If not, he could continue to cultivate him in the higher sequences and observe. This investment work would not be completed in a short time, and it would have to wait until he was proficient in the Beyonder path. The reward was only to understand the possibilities of the Shadow World and have a younger brother with a "Sky Eye", but it was still a solution.

The unknown is always uncomfortable.

Of course, this is just a backup measure when Mr. Fool is unwilling to answer questions. If he can get the answer from this unknown existence, he can directly save this process and the consumption in the process.

Boom!
dong dong!

In the afternoon, there was a knock on the door. Philip, who was reading on the sofa, stood up and opened the door. He saw a familiar figure:
His colleague, Klein Moretti.

and also
"Hello, my name is Melissa Moretti."

The black-haired, brown-eyed girl stood before Klein and introduced herself somewhat awkwardly. She bowed and then looked at Philip with a somewhat curious look. "Are you my brother, Klein's colleague?"

Philip was stunned for two seconds, then subconsciously looked at Klein. He also gave him a subtle look, then smiled and explained, "My sister, Melissa. When I told her I was coming to visit you, she wanted to come along."

Seeing the other person's eyes, Philip immediately understood and smiled nonchalantly: "Yes, my name is Lawrence, Lawrence Slytherin."

Led by Phillip, the two came to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Melissa put the bag she had been holding on the coffee table and pushed it in front of Phillip:

"Mr. Slytherin, these are the muffins we bought. I hope you like them."

"Thank you, I like it very much." Philip looked at the food in the bag and replied with a smile, "Klein never told me that he has such a beautiful, kind, and polite sister."

Klein was helpless, shook his head and smiled, "Please, I have no reason to bring up this topic."

At this moment, Melissa glanced at the two of them, pursed her lips, and then asked:

"Mr. Slytherin, may I ask if my brother is doing well in the company? Um, I mean, is he having trouble doing his job or is he being disliked by others?"

"No, not at all."

Philip looked at Melissa, who was worried about her brother's work and life, then looked at Klein, who looked a little strange, and said with a smile, "Your brother does a good job at work every day. There's no need to worry about this."

Hearing Phillip's words, Melissa seemed relieved, and the whole person couldn't help but be more energetic. "That's good, thank you. And I hope you can take care of him more on weekdays."

“Melissa, you’re always so caring. The atmosphere in our company is really great.”

Klein, who was standing next to him, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Melissa didn't ask any tricky questions. He hadn't reconciled his testimony with Philip beforehand, and if something went wrong, it would be difficult to explain it later.

Lawrence doesn't know that our Blackthorn Security Company specializes in the discovery, collection, and protection of antiques. Klein muttered to himself. Seeing Melissa's expression, he knew that her purpose for coming here had been achieved, so he took the initiative to speak:
"Melissa, please go back first. I still need to discuss some future work with Lawrence."

“But.” Melissa felt a little conflicted when she heard this.

Klein continued, "Benson is still at home sorting our things. You might want to go and help. Also, what we're going to discuss next involves a confidentiality agreement, so no one else can know."

Hearing this, Melissa didn't say anything else. She politely stood up and said goodbye, leaving the space to her brother and his colleagues.

(End of this chapter)