Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 26 Steve

Philip nodded, confirming Alger's words. "There's no urgent need for it. Just keep an eye on it. I can pay 200 to 300 pounds for it."

"Heh," Alger chuckled. "If it were just a Sequence 9 formula, it wouldn't be a big problem. However, the Life School relies heavily on master-disciple inheritance, and the number of wild Beyonders involved is extremely small, so the formula rarely circulates."

After saying this, he paused and then added:
"So 300 pounds can only be a basic price. It will increase depending on the actual situation. If you agree, I will try to keep an eye on it, but no one knows how long it will take."

"Well, no problem." Philip nodded in response.

When the time is right, he will definitely leave the Nighthawks. Then he will let Admisol become a monster and follow him. With the other party's extraordinary inspiration, he can avoid many dangerous problems.

At worst, it's not a loss.

After agreeing on the deal, Alger looked around and, after a moment's deliberation, suggested, "Mr. Fool, if you have nothing else to do, why don't we try talking about things happening around us? After all, the value of every event is definitely not the same in the eyes of different people."

"Okay." Klein nodded slightly.

There's nothing to lose for him anyway.

After receiving the promised answer, Alger thought for a moment, then spoke first, "The great pirate who calls himself 'Admiral Ludwell' has begun his voyage to explore the eastern end of the Sonia Sea."

who? ? ?
Philip blinked and searched his memory, but to no avail. He gave up. He looked around, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"There have been some changes in the Rose School's influence in Loen, with a large number of them coming to Ahowa County."

"Ahowa County?" Alger frowned upon hearing the word. "Why would the Rose School of Thought send someone there? Even Backlund could explain it, but that place...it's really strange."

"Why?" Philip asked hurriedly.

Among the people present, he was the one who cared the most about this matter, not only because he was in Tingen City in Ahowa County, but also because he was once a "dead man" who was killed by members of the Rose School.

"Because there's no reason."

Alger explained, "The Rose School of Thought originated in the Southern Continent. During the colonial era, it was surrounded and suppressed by the seven major orthodox churches and nearly perished. However, it managed to expand its membership to the Northern Continent."

"Even so, their situation is not optimistic. They should usually be holding bloody sacrifices in the shadows, pursuing their own indulgent ideologies, or hunting down members of the Temperance Cult."

"The Rose School would take such a huge risk unless there's something extremely important there. They can't be members of the Temperance Faction. They wouldn't be foolish enough to hide there if they've survived until now."

Something extremely important. Philip and Klein repeated this in their hearts.

The former was slightly relieved and temporarily put his mind at ease, while the latter was worried that the so-called Rose School would come to Tingen and cause some bad things to interfere with his life.

Klein the Fool tapped his fingers lightly on the long table to suppress his anxiety. He pondered for a moment, thinking about how to obtain information without losing his dignity or revealing his identity.
"From what I understand, the Secret Order has lost a notebook belonging to the Antigonus family."

Antigonus' Notes. Philip was stunned, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Recalling Klein's explanation the night before, he suddenly felt speechless and sighed, "This world is so small."

No, wait! After sighing, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and noticed the crucial point of this matter: even the mysterious Mr. Fool was interested in this Fourth Epoch Notebook!
This meant that the notebook's value far exceeded what Klein had described, and there might be deeper secrets hidden behind it.

Find a way to remind them.

Philip's thoughts were drifting away, and when he gathered them again, it was already "Justice" Audrey's turn to speak. She had already organized her words in advance and expressed her parents and brother's dissatisfaction with the current chaotic government structure.

Faced with this kind of political problem, although Philip believed that the knowledge he learned from political and history books was somewhat useful, in the current era and political situation of this world, those things that did not have specific implementation methods might be of no use.

After listening calmly to the advice offered to Audrey by the experienced Alger and the enigmatic Fool, he disappeared into the gray fog along with the other two.

In the lounge of Blackthorn Security Company.

Philip opened his eyes, took out his pocket watch and checked the time. He found that it was still ten minutes until half past three, so he got up and left. He walked slowly to the armory downstairs and began to learn from Old Neil.

Steam train station in Tingen.

A middle-aged man in his forties with a pale complexion walked out of the train calmly. His dark green eyes looked around, and his expression without any emotion seemed out of place with the bright sunshine.

Beside him followed a man with an equally pale complexion, with most of his face hidden under his cloak, making one think of him as a fan of mysticism or a cultist in a story.

"Master Steve, is this really the place?"

Behind them, a thin, sturdy man with short hair frowned and looked around: "Did we give up Maric and Sharon just to come to a small city like this? Really..."

"Tyler!" Steve, who was at the front, glanced at the man and warned him in a deep voice:
"This mission is very important."

"Delivered personally by the Mother Tree."

"Him!?" Jason, who was watching coldly from the side, finally couldn't do anything and opened his eyes wide. "What on earth could have caused the Mother Tree to send down an oracle?"

"Kill a 'prisoner'." Steve withdrew his gaze, looked forward leisurely, and walked slowly.

Thiel stared at Steve, frozen in place. If it weren't for the crowds, he would have lost control of his emotions. "Did I hear correctly? It's the 'prisoner' I was thinking of. I mean, a... Ha, hehe, Sequence 9?"

"Maybe." Jason responded coldly and calmly, and followed him.

Taier stood there, scratching his short hair that stood up like spikes with some frustration. No matter how much confusion and resentment he felt in his heart, he could only swallow it down for the time being.

"**of!"

A Sequence Five, a Sequence Six, and a Sequence Seven, armed with Beyonder-level items like the Crimson Moon Corona, instead of hunting down Maric and Sharon, they came looking for a Sequence Nine. What a joke!

(End of this chapter)