Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 55 Brave Bar

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Philip rented a long-term apartment in the Hillston area. After placing his suitcase next to the bed, he took out the Backlund Daily and the Backlund Morning Post he had bought nearby and read them.

As for the former, he wanted to see the recent situation in Backlund to avoid being in danger without knowing it. As for the latter...
"Ernst Trading Company is purchasing goods?"

Philip raised his eyebrows slightly, flipping through the newspaper with a complicated expression. After confirming that it was July 7th, which was yesterday, Tuesday, he put the newspaper down, touched his chin and muttered:

"I didn't expect that Mr. Wisdom Eye's Beyonder gathering was still going on. It's a shame I've taken the risk of finding a new one. I'll go check it out tonight."

Before his original incarnation became a Beyonder, he had accidentally participated in this gathering at the Brave Bar in Backlund. Although the level was not high, the secrecy and security were guaranteed.

"Philip" had only gone there a few times in the beginning, hoping to find extraordinary items that could help him escape being tracked. However, since there were no results and he was almost found, he never went there again.

If he found any useful extraordinary items there, he would buy them. Anyway, he only needed to set aside about 100 pounds to maintain his daily life for a long time. While thinking about this, Philip was not idle. He took out the materials from the suitcase and started to make "embers".

Since that person can create a blood moon and fire a map cannon, we cannot rule out the possibility of such a situation happening again in the future. As for tonight, this possibility cannot be ruled out, but the seven righteous gods will not let the evil god play like this no matter what.

To be on the safe side, Philip decided to make the "ember fire" spell again. Even if he was really unlucky enough to encounter a blood moon, the spell would be effective long enough for him to return home safely.

At night, in the Backlund Bridge area.

Philip looked towards the Brave Bar not far away, breathing the not-so-clean air, trying to calm himself down from the high expense of 2 soli and 6 pence for renting a carriage, and walked straight towards it.

Under the scrutiny of the nearly two-meter-tall burly man next to him, he pushed open the black wooden door and heard the clinking of glasses and cheers coming from inside. The heat wave that came from the room even made him subconsciously think of the Dragon Bar in Tingen City.

"Half and half." Philip leaned halfway against the bar, put five copper pennies on it, and said lightly, "Don't worry about the halfpenny. I'll give it to Caspar."

These words made the bartender pause as he was about to collect the money. He looked at Philip without any concealment for a few seconds, and then continued his actions, placing a wooden cup filled with wine in front of him.

"Billiard Room Number Three."

Philip got the answer and nodded slightly. He picked up the wooden cup and took two sips with some curiosity. His expression suddenly became a little strange. "This is still wine, the grape flavor is too light."

Fortunately, he had turned around and walked into the billiard room at this time, so the bartender did not notice anything unusual. He followed the sign to the outside of Billiard Room No. 3 and saw the lame old man in his fifties in his memory.

"Caspars."

Hearing this, the old man with a red rosacea and a huge scar on the right side of his face met Philip's gaze, then frowned, as if to confirm, "Do you know me?"

“You can’t remember everyone.”

Philip curled up the corners of his mouth, smiled lightly and shrugged, but he was secretly relieved in his heart, because this meant that his disguise was not rubbish that could be easily exposed by an observant and experienced person.

This is enough to deal with people.

He then skipped the topic and went straight to: "If I need an ID and the corresponding full-category weapons license, how much will it cost?"

Caspar stared at Philip intently for several seconds before reluctantly looking away. "I'm not omnipotent. Approval for a full-scale weapons permit isn't something you can get just by having money. You need a high-quality, strong identity." "If you only need to provide a fake ID, it'll cost you 12 pounds. As long as you don't commit any crimes that would cause the authorities to verify your information, you shouldn't have any problems in your daily life."

It's just that there won't be any problems in daily life. Philip repeated this sentence silently, and asked unwillingly: "Well, is it true?"

Kaspers snorted. "If you can afford it, I can try to fix it."

He didn't say too much, because identity documents that could withstand comparison and inspection by the police department undoubtedly needed to have filing and registration records. However, his main business for many years was as an arms dealer, and many of the connections he had acquired were of no use.

"Okay, we can talk about it later." Philip nodded, then looked towards the kitchen of the bar and said in a low voice:

"Is there any problem with today's party?"

Caspars noticed his movements and a hint of shock appeared in his eyes, but it quickly faded and turned into calmness. He shook his head and said, "No."

After getting the answer, Philip took an iron mask that could cover the upper half of his face from the other party for free. Relying on the route he remembered, he took a somewhat unfamiliar detour to a dark room.

According to the price information in the newspaper as a code, he knocked on the door with the corresponding strength and interval, and soon the door opened.

Philip took the hooded robe handed to him by the man who was also wearing an iron mask and put it on. Then he and the man walked through the dark living room and came to the living room on the first floor.

Under the dim candlelight, you can see 12 people sitting on the sofa and chairs respectively. They are still in a silent atmosphere, and it is obvious that the formal event has not yet begun.

After finding a chair in the corner and sitting down, I waited for a few minutes before the old man on the sofa nodded. All the other members also changed their sitting posture slightly and became serious.

"I!"

A man sitting on the edge of the sofa immediately raised his hand. He sounded to be in his 20s and said in a somewhat strange tone, "I want to sell an extraordinary item."

Although his face couldn't be seen clearly due to the darkness, it was clear from his slight turn that everyone present was focused on him.

The man swallowed, organized his words, and took out a silver ring from his pocket. He said, "I haven't named it yet, but I've asked my companions to divine its abilities."

"This ring repels women, so only men can wear it. Once worn, it possesses two powers, each of which can take effect three times a day."

Then, pointing to the moderately sized diamond on the ring, he said, "As long as you drop a drop of your own blood on it at a critical moment, it will replace the mirror that reflects your own image within a 20-meter range, diverting all damage suffered at that moment."

"A small mirror will work, but you have to make sure the injured part is reflected in the mirror, otherwise it won't be successful."

"Another effect is that as long as you drop your own tears, you can remain invisible for the next five minutes. Well, it's just simple invisibility, but below the mid-sequence, no one except the 'monster' path can detect it."

"You can reserve it, for example, by dripping blood or tears into it in advance, and then you can directly use the corresponding ability within the next half hour."

After the man finished speaking, the dozen or so people at the party did not respond immediately, and several men were thinking seriously.

(End of this chapter)