Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 65 Night Cloak
"Is that so? You're also a moderate." After listening to Philip's slightly modified experience, Maric's expression became complicated, and his cold and dangerous expression also eased a little.

Seeing the zombies put down their cards and gathered at the door, he let out a breath and, in the less serious atmosphere of the room, asked, "What is that method you mentioned?"

Philip spoke awkwardly:
"A certain secret existence."

The air in the room suddenly fell silent again. Maric continued to sit there, listening intently. After a long pause, he finally said, "Is it reliable enough?"

The reaction seemed smaller than expected. Indeed, in this situation, it was useless to believe in the Bound God. That guy had already colluded with the Mother Tree of Desire. While Philip was thinking this, he hesitated for two seconds and nodded.

Maric stared at Philip with a dangerous look. After more than ten seconds, when the other party's eyes showed affirmation, he looked away and continued:
"Okay, then recite His honorific name in Loenese. I need this to make a judgment."

Whether it was Giant language, Ancient Hermetic language or even Hermetic language, reciting the names of unknown beings was very dangerous. When facing extremely evil beings, no matter what language was used, it would attract their attention.

Therefore, his behavior at this moment has already demonstrated a certain degree of trust.

Actually, I can give you a trial of "Ember" directly. Philip, who was about to reach into his pocket, withdrew his hand silently, pursed his lips, and recited his first honorific name:
"The suppressor of the dark side of the mind."

"What?!" Maric narrowed his eyes slightly, not disguising his surprise and astonishment. He suddenly interrupted in a deep voice, "Are you sure this honorific name can really point to that hidden existence?"

"What happened to this honorable name?"

Philip blinked and asked nervously, fearing that the name he had researched might violate some taboos and lead to bad consequences.

"Hmm." Maric closed his eyes, exhaled through his mouth and nose, shook his head and said, "Nothing, no problem, you can continue."

"Okay." Philip did not ask any further questions, but continued to read out the next two honorific names:

"A traveler trapped by the world."

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

After listening to these three sentences, Maric sat there quietly and did not respond for a long time.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later, when the zombies squatting at the door returned to the card game, that his pale face twitched. He lowered his head and slowly said, "I understand."

A piece of silver suddenly appeared in the field of vision.

After a moment of alertness, Maric noticed that there was no sound of the next spell being activated, so he reached out and took it. Feeling a slight sense of warmth and peace, his pupils shrank and he blurted out, "What is this?!"

"The spell, 'Ember'."

Philip stood up, adjusted his silver wig and gauze mask, and said, "This is what I'm talking about. The opening spell is its name. Don't reveal it, you know."

Maric's pale fingers stroked the silver piece. The peace he hadn't felt in a long time made him tremble subconsciously twice, and then he quickly clenched his fist, handed the talisman back, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You can come to me for an answer at this time three days later."

Seeing this, Philip obviously understood that his opponent could not make such a decision casually. He nodded slightly, took the "Embers" talisman handed to him, turned around and left the room again.

In the silent room, all the zombies cast a gloomy gaze at Maric, who sat leaning against the wall, lost in thought. They opened their mouths, waved their cards, and hoarsely urged him. Philip, who had already left the Brave Bar, returned to the party venue, donned his hooded robe and iron mask, and followed the shadows into the living room.

When he sat in the corner, there were already fourteen people sitting there waiting. The originally gloomy and lonely atmosphere was alleviated a lot by the number of people.

Five minutes later, the old man "Eye of Wisdom" looked up at the wall clock above him, announced the start of the party in a deep voice, and then sat there quietly, keeping the party going.

Philip considered carefully for a moment and decided not to sell the two formulas he had for the time being. He just sat there and waited calmly like many other people.

After one transaction after another was completed, someone suddenly stood up and a female voice came from her face, which was completely obscured by shadows:
"I want to sell an extraordinary weapon."

Extraordinary weapons?

Philip raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a moment of surprise, he quickly lost interest.

Extraordinary weapons are somewhat different from extraordinary items. They are items with extraordinary abilities fixed to them. They do not have extraordinary characteristics themselves, so they have a certain period of use.

After he is promoted to a "werewolf", the strength of his teeth and claws will be enough to rival conventional extraordinary weapons, and they may even be poisonous. In this case, buying extraordinary weapons is just a waste of money.

However, in this dim gathering, Philip had no other choice but to listen, considering it as a way to increase his knowledge.

"This item is called the 'Night Cloak.' Wearing it will reduce your need for sleep. You can even be fully energetic with just three or four hours of sleep. As the night deepens, it will also slightly enhance your strength, speed, and thinking."

"This item can still be used for two years. It requires either 2 pounds or a Sequence 300 'Barbarian' potion formula or related clues. If the latter is used as payment, I or the buyer will need to make up the difference."

The extraordinary ability of the "Insomniac". I don't need it except to stay up late. Philip looked at the pure black cloak held by the other party, and quickly retracted his gaze. Like everyone else in the room, he fell silent.

Twenty hours of sleep a day
He wouldn't have to work so hard.

The woman looked around, nodded calmly, took the "Night Cloak", and sat back down.

The party ended quickly, and most of the participants completed one or even two or three transactions. Under the guidance of the organizer's "Eye of Wisdom", they left the scene in an orderly manner.

"Sharon." In the chess and card room, Maric, who had been deep in thought with his head down, suddenly turned his head slightly, looked to the side, sighed without any concealment, and roughly recounted the whole story.

After a moment of silence.

Suddenly, a woman in a black palace dress appeared in the previously empty corner. Her azure eyes stared at Maric, and she warned him calmly and indifferently, "Don't put yourself in danger."

"I'm looking for a way."

Maric was silent for a few seconds, nodded slightly, then leaned forward and curled his lips seemingly unintentionally, "I know."

In the blind spot of the two people's vision, the pale hand resting on the thigh and hanging down inward, two fingers were trying to wipe away the layer of dark blue and red blood in the middle.

(End of this chapter)