Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 57 Letters Left Behind

The following party was still held in peace and harmony. In the middle, there were various transactions such as extraordinary weapons, extraordinary items, and commission releases, but these had nothing to do with Philip, who was eager to return.

Now he just wanted to go back and try out the effect of "Silver White". If there was really enough difference between becoming a female and a male, and the impact was within an acceptable range, then the 700 pounds would not be wasted.

At the last moment, when everyone had fallen silent and no longer had any desire to trade, Eyes of Wisdom clapped their hands and said in a deep voice, "According to convention, leave one by one, with a three-minute interval between each other."

For most people at the party, this was nothing new. They left the place in an orderly and quiet manner under the guidance of the waiters.

After returning to the Brave Bar, Philip found Caspar, who was still playing billiards with a man. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "How much does it cost to get a real ID that can withstand scrutiny?"

"55 pounds, that's a reasonable price."

Caspers holed the green ball he'd carefully aimed at, then stood up and said, "It doesn't matter what you look like or what name you choose. You can even falsify your experience in the file to your liking. It's absolutely imperceptible."

A reasonable price. Philip thought for a moment, then pulled out three ten-pound notes from the stack of banknotes he'd just received at the party. "Twelve pounds," he said. "First, make me a fake one, in the name of a bounty hunter. The remaining eighteen pounds is a deposit."

"Deposit?"

Caspars looked at him suspiciously.

"That's right," Philip said without changing his expression. "Get a real ID for the other person. If nothing goes wrong, I'll have her pay the remaining 37 pounds by this time tomorrow. The codename will be 'silver'."

"It seems that you are very familiar with me." Kaspers' brows were still furrowed, but as the doubt in his eyes gradually eased, his hands moved closer to the three banknotes that exuded the aroma of ink until they were completely touched.

"Wait, about half an hour."

After putting the 30 pounds into his pocket and listening to Philip's general request, Caspers limped into the inner room. About thirty minutes later, he came out very efficiently with his identification documents.

"Belle Siles."

Philip carefully checked the other information on the document. After finding no logical errors, he put it away, said goodbye to Caspar with a smile, and left.

After all, it was just for precaution and he put it in his bag. If he was involved in something else in the future, he could use this identity to cover it up and keep his real identity.

I'll rent a one-bedroom apartment in the East District later.

"what?!"

evening.

After hearing Benson's words, Klein froze in place. Under his brother's bewildered gaze, he took the envelope that seemed to contain something hard. "Is this something Lawrence left for me?"

"That's right." Benson frowned and looked at Melissa, who was sitting on the sofa with a similarly perplexed expression. Then he said seriously, "I was just out for a day. What happened?"

“Well, it’s like this.”

Melissa roughly explained.

Benson Moretti's frown relaxed slightly, but the doubt in his eyes remained unchanged. "This is so sudden! I almost doubted the authenticity of this matter, Mr. Slytherin."

He rubbed his eyebrows and finally just sighed. He didn't say anything else about this. Instead, after confirming that his younger brothers and sisters were not affected by this incident, he calmed down and enjoyed dinner with them.

After dinner, Melissa returned to her room on the second floor as usual and began to review today's lessons. Benson, standing at the restaurant door, stopped Klein from reaching for the envelope on the coffee table.

"Hmm." Benson Moretti's expression returned to normal after a few seconds of hesitation, and he forced a strange smile. "You and your former colleague must have a good relationship. Don't worry, I won't pry into the content. But if there are any requests or requests he needs from you, please discuss it with me, okay?"

Good boy, he's worried I'll make the wrong friends. Klein gave a helpless laugh and said nothing else. He simply nodded and said, "Don't worry, Benson. I'm just curious about what he'll leave behind."

He roughly guessed the reason why Philip left and deeply understood it. After all, even Sequence 5 Beyonders could be dispatched. If it weren't for the Beyonder team this time, Tingen City would be completely unable to resist this giant Buddha.

But the other party is in danger.

I wonder where he'll hide. Klein murmured to himself. After watching Benson leave, he sat on the sofa, opened the envelope, and found a silver piece hidden inside.

A spell? Klein raised an eyebrow and looked at the symbol on the spell with a strange expression. However, the three-part spell attracted his attention even more.

A suppressor of the dark side of the mind.

A traveler trapped by the world.

The last ray of light in a land shrouded in darkness.

To which being does this honorific name refer?
Klein was puzzled as he unfolded the other yellowed paper. Seeing the Chinese letter that imitated Russell's format and handwriting, he suddenly smiled and shook his head.

Wow, this really works.

If it were someone else, they wouldn't be able to understand Chinese at all, and might even think that Philip had left them a page of mysterious symbols from Emperor Roselle. Even if someone found out, they wouldn't be able to guess in any other direction.

Could it be possible that a history student who graduated from Khoi University with average grades could speak Russell Wen?

Just think about it
Klein curled his lips and unfolded the letter:

"November 4th."

"Don't worry about the date, I made it up."

"For some reason, I ran away."

"Well, it's up to you whether to report it or not. Maybe I'm in Backlund, the capital of Mando, or maybe I'm in the Kingdom of Intis, which that time traveler once ruled. Or maybe I'm just enjoying the ocean. Who knows?"

"Whatever you think, all I can say is, I hope nothing happens to any of you this time."

Don't worry, today's operation went smoothly. I even just did a few unnecessary divinations from a safe location, although someone still escaped. Klein muttered silently to himself before continuing to read.

"Fellow countrymen, you still owe me 85 pounds and four pages of Russell's diary. I'll make you pay me back once I've contracted you to become the messenger. Remember to prepare the money, too. I'll keep an eye out for the potion formula for the 'Fortune Teller' path."

"That spell is called 'Ember'. If you have any conscience, don't reveal it. It can cleanse the body and mind, purify negative emotions, and prevent or even suppress madness and loss of control. As for the spell, try not to recite it for now."

"Oh, and most importantly, Old Neil seems to be contaminated and even showing signs of losing control. Captain Dunn's condition isn't quite right either. The latter isn't a serious concern, but you need to make sure the former is okay."

"From what I understand, the Secret Peeper is affected by the Hidden Sage, so this is likely related. As for the Captain, he's probably indirectly affected by the note. Perhaps he can stabilize his condition through role-playing."

Old Neil is contaminated! ?
Klein's heart suddenly surged with emotion. He immediately folded the letter, put it back into the envelope, and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he sat on the sofa in a daze, the image of the old man with a kind smile and the eyes behind him emerging in his mind.
It seems very likely.
Find a way to tell the captain.

Klein stood up and put on his formal suit and half-high silk hat placed on the coat rack. After notifying Benson, he boarded a rented carriage and headed towards the Blackthorn Security Company.

(End of this chapter)