Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 40 Daley
In the carriage, Klein was concentrating on divination. Philip took advantage of this moment of leisure to mention to Xijia, "Ms. Xijia, I just learned the appearance of one of the other party from Klein, and I realized that I know him."

"Do you know him?" Xijia's expression remained calm, even a little cold. She tucked her long white hair behind her head and asked, "How much do you know about him?"

"Tyler, Sequence 7 of the Rose School of Thought, 'Werewolf.'" Philip reviewed the memories in his mind, involuntarily leaning forward and folding his arms. He folded his arms around himself, without holding back, and shared everything he knew.
"He masters some dark magic and possesses powerful self-healing abilities. His speed and strength are also terrifying. His claws and teeth are comparable to extraordinary weapons and are even inherently poisonous. Furthermore, he can sacrifice his sanity in exchange for physical enhancements."

After listening to Philip's words, there was no sound in the car for more than ten seconds.

The carriage continued to shake. This "Midnight Poet," who had been a Beyonder for who knows how many years, showed no fear. Instead, he spoke calmly:
"Then we must prepare for the worst. The remaining Beyonder is very likely also a Sequence 7, and we can't rule out higher possibilities."

After saying this, she looked at the two young men sitting across from her, who were probably in their early twenties at most, and said softly, "I'll have César seek help from the Mandated Punishers when we get to the scene later. You two should try to avoid putting yourselves in danger."

Philip came out of his vague realization, looked at the lady in front of him, forced a smile, and said as calmly as possible: "I will. No one doesn't cherish their own life, but I will also help you as much as possible."

Xiga nodded and said nothing more.

Outside Tingen.

The whirring sound of the steam train came from far away and could be vaguely heard. The mountains in the distance and the two people standing in front made Dunn Smith, who was hiding in the dark, narrow his eyes slightly.

"It's almost time to come out."

Tyr tilted his head, twisted his ear with his fingers, and stared at the dense forest not far away. He said excitedly, "If it weren't for the need to avoid attracting the Beyonder teams from the three major churches, we would have dealt with you right then and there."

Jason, who had remained silent throughout, was the first to lose his patience at this moment. White frost appeared on the soles of his feet and gradually spread to the surroundings. As the air temperature dropped, beautiful and dreamy snowflakes slowly danced.

A few seconds later, Jason had an ice ball in his hand that was emitting cold air. However, in this white cold air, there was a daunting dark green smell mixed in.

The next moment, he gripped the ice ball tightly, aimed it in a certain direction in the dense forest, and threw it out.

boom! boom! boom!
A stream of white light flashed by, accompanied by the sound of trees breaking. Everything around began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye. Gradually, the figure of Dunn Smith appeared in front of the two men.

At this moment, he had taken off his damaged black windbreaker. His originally calm temperament became more capable with the embellishment of black vest and white shirt. The depth in his gray eyes buried all his emotions so that others would not know.

"who are you?"

Seeing the man in front of him who looked to be at least thirty years old, Tel instinctively didn't think that the other party would be the "prisoner" he was looking for, but he still asked without giving up.

"Captain of the Nighthawks, Dunn Smith." Dunn took off his top hat and flicked it to the side. The half-high silk top hat fell on his windbreaker.

Night Watchman.
Tyr's brow twitched uncontrollably, his eyes gradually filled with ferocity and crimson. Jason, who had thought he was about to be freed, clenched his fists again, and dark spots began to appear on his pale face. Dunn pinched his wrists, then saw the two men staring at him fiercely. He closed his eyes and sighed softly. Then he opened them again, his eyes sharp, and slowly raised his hand.

As he began to move, Jason and Tyr's eyelids suddenly became heavy, but in just a few breaths, they regained consciousness and felt disdain for Dunn's actions.

"Hmph." Tyr snorted coldly, his face full of mockery. "Is this the ability of the Sleepless Path 'Nightmare'? It looks pretty good, if your opponents are those other trash in Tingen City."

Jason brushed past Tyr, and a few faint black spots appeared on his face, making him look a little ferocious. "We're not interested in this shabby place. Just tell me, is there a 'prisoner' here?!"

prisoner
Dunn frowned slightly. Before he could react to what the other party said, two gunshots broke the current situation, followed by shouts from not far away: "Captain!"

Klein brought Philip and Xijia here, and behind them, a woman in a black robe stared at Dunn with sparkling green eyes. Although he was fine, the emotion in her eyes gradually subsided.

"Captain, I've brought 2-105."

Klein came to Dunn's side and looked at Jason and Tyr cautiously, still holding the thick blood vessel in his hand. "Captain, you didn't tell me how to use it before."

Dunn paused for two seconds as he prepared to take Sealed Artifact 2-105. Finally, he simply responded, "Sorry, I was..."

He quickly stopped talking and took the sealed object. His eyes shifted, seemingly avoiding the black-robed woman's gaze. He looked down at Philip and handed him 2-105. "Lawrence, you will use the 'Vascular Thief'."

"Vascular thief?"

Philip took the vein and spoke with doubt. Just when he wanted to ask further about the specific effects, Jason rushed over.

With every step the other party took, white frost condensed on the ground, as if to freeze everything. The speed also gradually increased in this short period of time, producing a violent sound of breaking wind.

Dunn's pupils reflected this scene, but he showed no panic. Instead, he said calmly, "Daly, please."

The next moment, several rocks the size of footballs flew out from the dense forest and accurately hit Jason's head as he was rushing towards here. The force generated by the collision only made him fall backwards.

"I'm curious." The woman in a black robe, blue eyeshadow, and blush pursed her lips, looked at Dunn Smith beside her, and chuckled softly, "If I hadn't come, what would you have done now?"

"It's daytime now."

(End of this chapter)