Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 28 Borrowing Money
"Lawrence, thank you." Klein said happily and somewhat touchedly.

No matter what the result is, from other people's perspective, the other party really wants to help them, but just wants to take advantage of the price difference that is unique to middlemen.

Philip sensed the other party's sincerity and smiled. "Actually, Lawrence Slytherin is my pseudonym. My real name, Philip Howard, has been temporarily abandoned for some reason."

He didn't mention the Rose School, not even about avoiding being hunted down. It wasn't because he distrusted Klein, but because he wanted to be safe and wait for the Rose School's influence to dissipate before confessing further.

Abandoning his real name, "temperance," and the Rose School's unusual movements in Loen. Klein blinked, piecing all this information together, and got the answer:
Lawrence, no, Philip is a member of the Rose School's temperance faction. Even if he is not a direct member, he is definitely inseparable from it. So he came to Tingen to avoid being hunted down by the indulgence faction.

In this way, it makes sense that he was discovered by the captain and others, accepted as a civilian staff member, and was so concerned about the Rose School.

Klein guessed the answer and nodded, "I'll keep it a secret."

"Okay, I'll leave Rossell's diary to you." Philip saw this and steered the conversation back on track. "Don't worry too much. Right now, that being only needs two diaries. The three in the archives are more than enough. Just take your time."

"You can try to go to the Dragon Bar and ask for a commission. If the price is not too high, I will reimburse you. By the way, didn't you graduate from Tingen University? Can you go back to school now?"

Thank you so much for thinking about me. Klein suppressed his expression, touched his chin with his fingers, and nodded slightly, but his mind was like a mess and he couldn't think.

To be fair, Philip was giving him a real headache right now. Helping him collect Roselle's diary, and then asking him how to get home later, was something Klein wouldn't agree to as long as he was sane.

But there is no reason to refuse
Klein stroked his chin, his brain rapidly thinking. Then, with a frown on his face, he said carefully:

"I don't think we need to be so hasty. You know, we're completely clueless about the relevant issues right now. We simply don't have the ability to accept the answers and put them into action. Let's take it slow."

"Hmm?" Philip blinked his sapphire eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "You say you're not in a hurry, but inside you're still very anxious. I never said I'd ask Him directly once I've collected enough diaries."

“There are many things to consider.”

He leaned back against the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and spoke in a controlled voice, "Now we must first improve our Sequence. Low and mid-Sequences are definitely not enough. We must at least reach high-Sequence, the level of demigod."

"In this case, Emperor Roselle's diary and that existence are what we can use. The acting method can prove this."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but then his expression froze slightly, realizing the next level of difficulty had arrived.
This guy Philip can speak Chinese!

If the diary he came across in the future happened to match the words I used as a reward, Klein didn't dare to think about it anymore. He silently warned himself in his heart and said:

"Well, I'll try to find the diary."

Philip, I'm sorry. Even if there really is one, I can only try to fool you with Emperor Roselle's romantic history. After all, the Fool can't be exposed yet; that would be tantamount to social death.
The Fool will look after you at the Tarot reading.

"Speaking of which, regarding promotion, Lao Philip, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Well, what's going on?"

Seeing Philip's puzzled look, Klein hesitated for a few seconds before finally saying, "Can you lend me five pounds to join the Fortune Teller Club?"

The next morning.

Philip watched Admisol leave the house, then he picked up the black wig he had asked Klein to buy for him the previous night from his pillow and put it on. He went to the bathroom mirror and carefully adjusted it before he composed himself and went to the Blackthorn Security Company.

After pushing the door open, I heard Luo Shan's complaining voice:
"Hey, I was on duty at the armory yesterday. Lawrence, when can you be available? Oh, wait, why did your hair change color?"

"Hush!" Philip hushed himself. He looked around, lowered the brim of his hat, and then whispered, "For some special reason, Captain Dunn must know why, but don't ask. In fact, I hope the color of my eyes can change too."

It’s a pity that there are no colored contact lenses in this world.

"Okay." Luo Shan no longer had the thought of complaining after hearing that. She readjusted herself and sat at the reception desk with her eyes closed to rest.

Philip sighed when he saw this. Thinking about the fact that although the office was originally very relaxing, he had to handle the workload of two people alone, he resisted the urge to make himself coffee and prepared to go to work first.

As for Luo Shan, just take a good rest.

After entering the inner room and coming to the corridor, Philip opened the door of the clerical staff office and prepared to start today's work. However, at this time, the sound of a door opening was heard on the left.

Leonard, who hadn't seen him for a few days due to special reasons, leaned against the door, his emerald green eyes slightly narrowed, looking at him with a smile, "Lawrence, good morning, your new hair color looks great."

"Really? I think so too." Philip responded, touching the ends of his wig.

After saying that, he looked at the other person quietly.

After a few seconds, Leonard coughed twice, turned his head slightly to the side, and said softly, "If you encounter any problems, you can ask us for help. After all, you are a member of this place now."

Ok?
What could happen to me? Although Philip felt strange, he did not reject the other party's kindness. He curled up the corners of his mouth and nodded as a response, then went straight into the office.

Watching the office door close, Leonard walked back into the entertainment room with an expressionless face. He sat alone on the sofa and whispered, "Old man, what do you mean by staying away from him?"

His eyes were filled with confusion. Without waiting for a response in his mind, he continued, "He's undoubtedly only a Sequence Nine, and his current actions don't reveal any signs of any hidden agenda. Why would he allow you to make such a request?"

The room fell into silence for a long time.

There was no voice in response.

"There's absolutely no clue."

Outside the Dragon Bar, Werewolf Tyr met the cold gazes of the two men opposite him, gritted his teeth, and spoke bluntly, "There are so few Beyonders here that we can't even form a commission channel! Damn it! We don't even know what the other party looks like!"

The two ignored his complaints.

"The mother tree is in a very abnormal condition. She has never made such excessive demands before." Jason turned his head from under his black cloak and looked at Steve, waiting for his decision.

The backbone of the three-person team said nothing, but cast his gaze towards the dirty, messy and noisy dock and groaned slightly.

After a long time, he took out his pocket watch and stared at the rhythmic trembling of the second hand.

In the silence, Tyr, feeling somewhat unbearable, scratched his hard hair and suggested with a hint of ferocity and excitement, "How about killing all the Beyonders here?"

"Idiot." Jason said coldly.

“He is in Tingen, but that doesn’t mean he can only be in Tingen.”

(End of this chapter)