Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 54 Backlund
Early in the morning, in front of the gate of No. 2 Narcissus Street.

Philip held the letter in his hand, feeling a little uneasy. He could only take deep breaths continuously in order to take this irreversible step.

However, at this moment, the door in front of them was opened by a man with short brown hair who was about thirty years old. He looked at the stranger outside the door with some confusion and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Lawrence, Lawrence Slytherin."

Philip looked at the man in front of him and roughly guessed his identity. He was Klein's older brother, Benson Moretti. Like Captain Dunn, he was also facing the same hairline problem and often talked about curly-haired baboons. He was a reliable and interesting man.

"So, it's you." Benson extended his hand, shook it, and said with a kind smile, "I hope you can take good care of Klein in the future. After all, he is my only brother."

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Philip lowered his head slightly, curling the corners of his mouth, trying to make his words sound a little funny. "Of course, actually, I came here today to ask you for a favor. Please give this letter to him in the evening."

"night?"

Benson retracted his smile, took the envelope, and raised an eyebrow, not hiding his confusion. "If it's something important, Klein is at the company right now. You can give it to him directly there."

Philip didn't answer the other party's question, but bowed slightly and said, "You know, some things are often difficult to say in person. Anyway, I'll leave it to you."

"Okay." Benson's raised brows softened. He examined the envelope with a hard object stuck in it and said seriously, "I'll put it back in the room and give it to him when I get back tonight."

Bang!

As the door in front of him was closed again, Philip closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, lowered the brim of his hat with his hand, and took a public carriage to the hotel where he stayed when he first arrived in Tingen.

Under the boss's scrutiny, he walked straight to the second floor without stopping. After making sure that no one else was watching him, he almost silently opened the door of the room he had rented for 1 soli yesterday, walked in quietly, and locked the door.

More than ten minutes later, just as the boss was about to use the key to open the door and remind the guests staying in the night room to leave, Philip came out again, completely dressed in a new outfit.

Under the thin and loose white shirt, black loose pants and brown boots, he finally got rid of the discomfort of being bound by the so-called swallowtail formal suit for more than ten days, and felt like he was on Earth again.

At the same time, if someone else looked at Philip's face, they would probably only be able to see through his messy white short hair, the brown peaked cap that was pulled very low with its brim, and the white gauze mask:

There were a few small scars of varying lengths on either side of his face between those sapphire eyes, but other than that, there were no other visible features.

The hotel owner's gaze stayed on Philip for a moment, and more on the suitcase he was carrying. Then he took the key, confirmed that there was nothing lost in the corresponding room, and let the other party leave without looking back.

"Whoo~"

Philip breathed a sigh of relief, and after thinking carefully in his heart, he took off his baseball cap and put it in the suitcase to avoid making himself look too suspicious and causing passers-by to call the police directly.

As for Admisoel, it would be too troublesome for the two of them to travel together, and it would also easily lead to unnecessary risks, so even though the other party had expressed his position, Philip still let him take the ship and go alone, taking time to adapt to life on his own.

Once we get to Backlund, if conditions permit, I'll try to sell the property left by Philip's parents. Otherwise, the little money I have won't be much use. Philip muttered to himself, reaching out to stop a passing horse-drawn carriage. That's right, back to the capital of Mando, Backlund.

Faced with the Rose School's covetousness, Philip felt that only in such a place would those indulgent people dare not act so brazenly, because after the situation got out of hand, no one knew who would come to settle it, and there was a high probability that a half-human, half-god High-Sequence Powerhouse would appear.

Moreover, he is no longer an ordinary person. After digesting the potion and becoming a "werewolf" as quickly as possible, and equipping himself with two useful extraordinary items, he will have room to maneuver.

Facing the driver's gaze, Philip calmly paid 8 pence, then adjusted his voice slightly and said sparingly, "Steam train station."

Noon, No. 6 Narcissus Street.

Dunn's deep gray eyes scanned the room, lingering for an unknown amount of time. Klein then pushed open the unlocked door and walked in with mixed feelings.

"Captain, I asked Melissa and Mrs. Shaw next door, and they both said they didn't notice anything unusual here this morning."

At this time, footsteps were heard from the second floor.

Old Neil held his lower back with one hand and the stair railing with the other as he slowly walked down. He couldn't help but shake his head and sighed, "I thought Lawrence was a good kid, but now it seems that's not the case."

"He ran away."

"Don't jump to conclusions." Dunn Smith took out his pipe from his pocket, looked down at it for more than ten seconds, and then said:

"But we need to find out the reason for Lawrence's disappearance, his current whereabouts, and whether there has been any violation of confidentiality clauses. But for now..."

He put the pipe back into his pocket, closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His brows seemed to wrinkle slightly for a few seconds, and then returned to normal after a while. "Let's hand it over to the police for now. If necessary, we can issue a wanted warrant under the name of suspected dangerous elements."

"We still have a lot to do."

At the same time, Backlund.

Philip couldn't help but control his breathing when he walked out of the steam train station, and declined the "warm welcome" given by this big city in terms of smell. Then he carried his suitcase and walked on the cement avenue among the crowded people.

Compared to his surroundings, his clothes were not conspicuous, so with the sharp perception of the criminal skills brought by the "prisoner", there were only a few men in tuxedos and someone following him quietly nearby.

Excluding the money I gave to Admisol, I only have 800 pounds on me now. I don’t know how long it will last. Those two properties must be sold, but the risks cannot be ignored. Philip said to himself, and then decided to find a hotel to stay in.

Don't be too anxious. Even though Thiel once failed to recognize him because he just changed his wig, the Rose School seems to be able to only find his general location, and the actual situation they can grasp is worrying.

As for the danger of divination detection, forget it. Even if there is a good result, Philip would not dare to do it. As a layman, he has no room to fight back when facing the anti-divination of the extraordinary level. He can only be cheated.

(End of this chapter)