Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 61 Williams
The next day.

East End, Dharavi Street.

After successfully renting a one-bedroom apartment nearby for a month at 1 pound and 5 soli, including a deposit, to use as a disguise point, Philip came to the tavern that Caspas mentioned could accept bounties and commissions.

He sniffed lightly and found that he could still smell the pungent smell of alcohol through the closed door of the tavern and the gauze mask. His eyelids twitched.

Philip's hand, which was suspended in the air, trembled slightly twice, and finally, with a helpless sigh, he stretched forward until he pushed the door open.

It was much smaller and more crowded than the Brave Bar, and the smells were even stronger. Philip squeezed to the bar with some difficulty, using the gap that was barely passable and the help of the Beyonder's powerful strength and the gauze mask.

"A glass of 'Southwell Ale.'"

The boss, who was wiping the wine glass, saw the five copper pennies in front of him, picked them up with his big hand, put them in his pocket, and then served him a glass of beer.

Philip picked up the wine glass, took two sips while the other party was still looking at him, and then said:

"I'm looking for Williams."

Hearing this, the boss pointed to the horse-faced young man who was drinking beside him and said, "See? That's him."

After saying that, he turned around and went about his own business.

Philip nodded slightly, walked over there, and called out calmly and indifferently: "Williams."

At the same time, the man named Williams, after hearing the call, said in a half-drunk and half-awake tone: "Oh! Wait, who are you?"

Philip's brows twitched, feeling somewhat helpless towards this drunken fellow, whose face was flushed red. However, he still said seriously, "My name is Bell, Bell Siles, and I'm a bounty hunter. Caspar said you can receive commissions here."

"Haha, great! Bounty Hunter."

Williams slammed the drink in his hand onto the bar, grinning and saying, "Boy, if you are not facing the brink of life and death, don't even think about doing this kind of thing. Let's go."

It seems that being a bounty hunter isn't that easy? It's more like what I expected, but I didn't intend to do it properly anyway. Philip shrugged and said calmly, "Of course I've got some general information, but if possible, I'd like to earn more."

"Oh, well, multiple incomes."

Williams narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and shook the wine in his wooden cup. He smiled without any smile, "Mr. Siles, are you sure you want to be a bounty hunter? I mean in Backlund, in a place like the East District. Hahahaha."

Philip's face was expressionless. "So, are there any commissions or bounties?"

"Alright, alright." Williams spread his hands helplessly, not trying to persuade the young man in front of him who was hopelessly different from him.
"I don't know what you've been through, but in Backlund, it's not easy to gain a foothold and become a profitable bounty hunter. Private detective is undoubtedly more suitable for you. The two professions are often almost the same, and you can even do some small things to make a living."

"Private detective, I'm not professional enough. Divination seems to be a good option for finding things." When Philip heard the other party's choice, he subconsciously thought of the virtual character familiar to Earth. After a moment's deliberation, he nodded.
"Okay, thank you for the reminder. I can try being a private investigator half a day and a bounty hunter half a day."

Williams, who had been leisurely sipping his drink with his head tilted back, was about to swallow it when his eyes suddenly widened and he began coughing violently, spilling some liquid around his mouth, onto his clothes, and onto the floor. However, Williams paid no attention to it. He looked at the young man in front of him, who was clearly lacking in intelligence, pursed his lips, and finally winked at the bartender.

Upon hearing this, the latter immediately squatted down, dug out a dozen pieces of paper from somewhere, put them on the bar, and was pushed in front of Philip by Williams. "You can take a look and then try it. It shouldn't put you in danger."

Philip picked up the commission and reward notice. Although he didn't care much about it, he still kept the other party's advice in mind and then looked at it.

Many of the commissions are from missing people, and the remaining half comes from friction between gangs. The rewards are mostly between 1 soli and 1 pound, and either cost time or gamble your life.

Philip suddenly felt that if he went back to ask Caspers if he had any clues about other Beyonder gatherings, and then sold a formula at a new gathering, he might make more money than this bounty hunter could make in a year.

With this thought in mind, he put down the bounty warrants, looked at Williams who had started drinking and cheering again, gave up the idea of saying goodbye, turned around and squeezed out of the hotel.

Philip, who had changed into Jane Charlotte's appearance and dress, sat in the trackless public carriage. He touched the "Silver White" on his ring finger, closed his eyes and sighed, and even wanted to give up the identity of Bell Siles.

After all, a qualified bounty hunter must have sufficient information channels and personal connections, and must have the experience and ability to deal with emergencies, especially in Backlund.

This would take too much time, but with that much time, she would have already become a mid-sequence extraordinary person. She could definitely find a way to reach a higher platform, and there was no need to lower her status to go to that kind of place.

"Um"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Philip ignored the question and closed his eyes to think about how to use Jane Charlotte's identity. This was her most critical line of defense. If this identity was exposed, it would be the end of her.

Although Caspers said that as long as time passes, there won't be any problems even if the authorities go to the local area to investigate, the authorities he mentioned probably only include the police department, not the Beyonders.

However, the possibility of this is very low, and Philip doesn't think he can be so suicidal as to do so.

She leaned back in her chair, a light bulb went off in her head. Thinking of Russell, the senior traverser, she suddenly had an idea that wasn't bad, but not great either.

writing a novel.

There is enough freedom and the threshold is not high. Jane Charlotte, who graduated from a grammar school, is qualified for the role. Even if her fame increases later, no one can associate her with Philip Howard as long as her true gender is not revealed.

After all, "prisoner" and "assassin" have nothing in common. Unless some pervert has some inexplicable obsession with male-to-female transformation, he would make this connection.

I have to look for information carefully to see which novels I remember have not appeared in this world. The money can last for a long time. As long as Mr. "Hanged Man" is not too powerful, I can directly collect the formula of the "Monster" potion.
After Philip finished thinking, he muttered in his heart: "Later, before returning to Hillston District, I will go to the bookstore and buy a few best-selling novels."

Even a plagiarist cannot just copy something.

How much depends on the current market situation.

(End of this chapter)