Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 51 Sleeping Spell
"I see."

In the morning, the sound of response rang in his ears, which made Philip, who was still getting dressed and preparing to wash up, stunned for a moment. Then he immediately completed the current action, clasped his hands together, and responded devoutly.

It seems that the ceremony was a success.

Unfortunately, it was only half successful, with a delay of several hours. If something critical had happened, the daylily would have been digested into the ground by the time the Fool received the information.

Philip dressed thoroughly, walked out of the house, came to the main street of Daffodil Street, and took a public carriage to Blackthorn Security Company as usual.

Even though it was already dawn, the streets, which were still bustling with activity, somehow attracted his attention today. Every familiar vendor, every worker and poor person who had to pass by somewhere at this time, was compared with his memory.

Philip narrowed his eyes slightly, then quickly retracted his gaze, resting his palms on his knees, his fingertips raised and tapped again, over and over again.

After a long silence, he opened his mouth slightly, and it was unclear whether he spoke in a nearly inaudible voice or silently recited in his heart:

"Well, Klein, you're right."

“I kind of want to go back too.”

Anyone who wants to come to this crappy place can come.

Ten minutes later, Philip got off the carriage and entered the Blackthorn Security Company. After greeting Roshan, he went straight to the civil servant office to start his work today.

As he gradually got into the state, the complicated lists and documents were printed out at an objective speed. Amidst the steady knocking sounds, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

"Good morning, Klein."

Philip, who was sitting at the typewriter, greeted his colleague and fellow villager as usual. However, the weariness that could not be concealed on the other's face made him raise an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"

"No, it's nothing. I'm fine." Klein yawned, not meeting Philip's gaze. After hesitating for a few seconds, he found a new topic. "Come to think of it, who gave you the courage to risk your life that day?"

"Well, it's not so bad."

Philip pinched his chin and nodded slightly, explaining to Dunn what he had explained to him. He raised the corners of his mouth calmly, smiled with a complicated expression, and said in a relaxed manner, "At least the result is good, relax."

Is the result good?
Klein carefully pondered the meaning of this sentence, and then thought of the Beyonder's indestructible law that the other party had mentioned earlier. He was shocked and thought of the most crucial thing - Philip was a Sequence 9 of the "Prisoner" path, and Tyr was a Sequence 7 "Werewolf"!
Everyone thought Tyr's Beyonder was washed away by the river and never found, but it was actually taken by Philip, who wanted to conceal it from the Nighthawks and advance secretly.
It was just because of time constraints and the obstruction of Sequence 8 "madman" in the middle that no one thought of this. Yes, how would he solve it?

Klein, who had originally harbored resentment towards Philip for waking him up last night, became uneasy because of this sudden news. He even felt the urge to ask his fellow villager what he was thinking.

Philip seemed to have noticed this, and his ten fingers resumed their movements, tapping lightly on the typewriter, processing the things that needed to be printed these days, without saying anything more to him.

Seeing this, Klein was about to turn and leave, but he spotted Captain Dunn Smith coming up the stairs, holding a document with a portrait attached. "Klein?" Dunn asked, unsure why. After confirming, he approached the door and led him into the civilian office, saying, "Klein?"

"It's just right. You two should take a look at this internal wanted poster. A dangerous individual suspected to be a Sequence 8 Beyonder has arrived in Tingen. He is the perpetrator of the Clover tragedy, and his current whereabouts are unknown."

The perpetrator of the Clover tragedy?
On the ship, Philip recalled what was published in the newspaper and, combining it with his extraordinary knowledge, quickly asked, "Is this guy the 'instigator'?"

"It's very likely." Dunn didn't deny it. He said seriously, "A wanted order will be issued soon. If you encounter him later, don't act rashly. Otherwise, his abilities will be too great to handle alone in such a crowded area."

Although Philip and Klein tacitly focused their attention on the amount on the wanted poster, they were also well aware of their own weak natures, so naturally they had no intention of seeking death.

After saying this, Dunn left to deal with something unknown. These days, the people from the Blackthorn Security Company no longer wanted to be as free as on other days, and the members of the Nighthawks team were basically nowhere to be seen.

Even Leonard's appearance frequency and time in the entertainment room have been greatly reduced.

Klein saw Dunn completely gone, then looked at the silent corridor again. After pursing his lips and hesitating for a moment, he sighed, closed the door, and walked out.

Soon, Philip was the only one left in the room typing alone. The sound of typing continued. His nimble fingers occasionally paused for a moment, but soon moved again in rhythm.

In the afternoon, after finishing his work, Philip came to the armory. Seeing Old Neil in a classic black robe, he bowed slightly and said sincerely, "Mr. Old Neil, today I am here to learn how to make talismans."

"Why are you suddenly so reserved again?"

Old Neil said with a smile. He waved his hand and asked Philip to come to him. Then he pointed to the silver carving knife and silver sheet on the table and said:
"Since you have the basics for making talismans, I would like to first see what specific skills you have mastered. As you know, making talismans involves very advanced areas of mysticism."

"I can even say that there aren't many decent talismans or amulets in the underground market of the Dragon Bar."

Philip just silently picked up the silver sheet and the carving knife, expressing his confidence with his actions. Old Neil nodded when he saw this, and began to explain to him the production of a low-level common spell in the realm of the Goddess of Night, the "Sleeping Spell".

Philip easily and successfully solved all the problems related to spells, symbols, and formats. He only relied on Old Neil's reminder when it came to the so-called corresponding spiritual numbers and related magic symbols of the Goddess of Night.

As the rectangular silver sheet was carved, a cool feeling emanated from it. Using spiritual vision to check, it was found that the wrinkles on it had now all become a whole, emitting a tranquil and peaceful black color.

"Well done, Lawrence!" Old Neil praised excitedly when he saw the talisman was finished. "It only took me a little longer than it did back then."

However, Philip looked at him, the complexity and entanglement in his eyes flashed away, and he curled the corners of his mouth, "This is thanks to your guidance."

(End of this chapter)