Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 27: Entrust Klein

In the evening, Philip was already sitting at home.

After completing his occult studies course, he opened an account at the Backlundtingen branch and went to Zouteland Street, completing the relevant paperwork in the last few minutes before Mrs. Orianna got off work. Only then did he rush back to cook.

At this time, Philip was leaning back on the sofa in a daze. After dinner, he sent the unlucky boy Admisol back to his room to avoid the tragedy of bleeding eyes.

"Speaking of which, the acting method."

He ate the last bag of muffins Klein's sister had given him, frowning in thought. He felt that what Emperor Roselle had written in his diary was so outrageous to him, his "prisoner."

The "Sleepless One" can stay up all night, the "Fortune Teller" can tell fortunes for others, and the "Praise Singer" just wants to praise the sun, but the "Prisoner".
You can't really go to jail, right?

"I can only think about the core." Philip touched his chin and thought in a low voice: "Prisoners, prisoners are people whose bodies are bound in cages, suppressing desires and restraining madness..."

As he gradually analyzed the word "prisoner", Philip suddenly found that the digestion progress of the potion had increased. Even though the feeling was so vague and difficult to describe, it still made people unable to deny its existence.

It's too fast.

Feeling that the potion was nearly half digested, Philip suddenly had a feeling of unreality. You know, this was only the third day after he took the "Prisoner" potion. Even at the fastest speed in his memory at the Rose School, it would take half a month!

It only took them half a month.

It’s called... Hey, what’s it called?

Philip covered his head, unable to think of an answer, and turned his attention back to the present.

He always felt like he was being pinched by an invisible hand, and he couldn't help but want to become stronger. But when he looked around, apart from those members of the Rose School who came to Ahowa County with unknown goals, and the not-so-simple Antigonus Notes, there seemed to be no one he suspected.

After finishing the last piece of muffin, Philip stood up, wiped his fingers with the toilet paper he brought with him, and returned to the bedroom. He took out a few grammar and mechanics books that he didn't need from the bookshelf, then walked out of the room and went to No. 2 Daffodil Street next door.

It wasn't a good idea to buy other gifts so late at night, but he couldn't go empty-handed either. Klein was a history major, and his sister Melissa seemed to be interested in steam and machinery, so she might like these things.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Philip tapped his fingers lightly, and a sound suddenly rang out on the door. Not long after, the black-haired and brown-eyed girl opened the door, and at the same time, there was a puzzled look in her eyes: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Slytherin?!"

Melissa was visibly stunned when she saw the book on steam and mechanics being handed to her. Her slender fingers subconsciously touched the bottom of the heavy book. Just as she was about to catch it steadily, she reflexively wrapped her arms around it with a more stable grip.

"A few books, I hope you like them."

Hearing Phillip’s words, Melissa pursed her lips, then saluted with the book in her arms and said, “Thank you, I like it very much.”

"That's good." Philip smiled and walked into the room. He then asked, "Is Klein home now? I need to talk to him about something. Yeah, it's quite important."

Melissa glanced upstairs, then put the book in her arms on the corner of the sofa, and said while pouring water for Phillip: “Please wait, my brother just went into the bathroom.”

"Okay." Philip nodded.

He picked up the cup, took a sip, and waited quietly.

Not long after, Klein walked out of the bathroom and saw Philip sitting on the sofa downstairs. He was a little surprised, but still greeted him with a smile: "Lawrence, good evening." "Well, there are some things I want to discuss with you about the book we mentioned before," Philip said meaningfully without any greetings.

Upon hearing this, Klein's expression froze slightly. He turned his head and looked at Melissa with an apologetic look. Melissa gestured understandingly, then walked upstairs to her room, holding a few books beside her. Her demeanor revealed a hint of joy.

After watching his sister disappear from sight as the door closed, Klein turned his head and asked in a low voice:

"What happened to that notebook?"

"It's not easy." Philip said seriously.

As if he felt these four simple words lacked conviction, he added, "Remember that mysterious and unknown being I mentioned? Even 'Him' has shown some interest in this notebook."

Boom – boom – boom!

The shocking fact made Klein's eyes widen, and he froze in place.

This was certainly not because of the information in Antigonus' notes provided by the other party, but because the so-called god mentioned by Lawrence was probably, seemed, perhaps, himself, himself -!
Philip seemed to have anticipated this and patted Klein's shoulder. After Klein's emotions calmed down a bit, he continued to comfort him, "Don't worry, it shouldn't be a big problem. After all, you have basically no connection with that notebook now."

"And there's good news."

Philip smiled and said, "That being issued a commission to collect the diaries of Russell Gustav, our senior time traveler. As long as the number is large enough, we can use them to ask questions to the other party."

"So, I'd like to ask you to try to collect it with me. I also have a question, but my channels are relatively limited, and it's not convenient to do much recently."

Looking at Philip's serious expression, Klein's mouth slightly opened. He raised his hand without noticing it, pointing his finger at him, trembling slightly.

You, you, you.
What a cheat! ! !
After much effort, Klein managed to swallow these words. He only felt an inexplicable stomachache, as if the world was playing a joke on him.

Lawrence is "Temperance." I dragged him into the Gray Mist Dimension and he joined the Tarot Club. Now, due to my commission, he has asked me to collect the diary and ask for a way to get him back home.
Klein felt very aggrieved.

Very frustrating.

Not only do I feel aggrieved, but I also feel like crying.

Lawrence did nothing wrong throughout the whole process, and even under the oppressive feeling brought by the "fool" vest, he was actually trying to find a way for himself.

He himself did nothing wrong. Back in the Gray Mist Space, maintaining a mysterious image was undoubtedly a better choice. The commission to collect Russell's diary was also to form a good cycle and learn more secrets through this senior time traveler.

But why did it become like this?

Klein unconsciously covered his face with his hands. After taking a few deep breaths, he looked at Philip. The other party was serious and seemed to be happy for him, which once again broke his composure. He could only smile bitterly.

"I see. That's great news."

(End of this chapter)