Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 66 Believers
Early morning of Friday, July 7th.

The sound of burning flames echoed in his mind, and Philip, who was sleeping, suddenly propped himself up reflexively, looking around blankly with tired eyes.

In the blurred vision, he, who was originally sitting on the bed, came to the shadow world again.

The same dirty shadows lingered around, and the abyssal sky above was still flowing. The only difference was that in the light produced by the burning embers, a candle suddenly appeared, quietly leaning against the flame.

"This..." Philip looked at the red candle, a little dazed, but still walked forward, stretched out his fingers to touch it gently, and then extended his spiritual power, hoping to discover something.

And at the moment the two came into contact, a pious, hoarse, and familiar male voice reached his ears:

"The 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."

"I pray for your help."

"I pray for your favor"

Maric?
Philip listened carefully for more than ten seconds, and only after he was completely sure of his guess did he look around with a strange expression, trying to see how he could respond to the other party's request.

As for the candle, he thought to himself, he should light it, and at the same time, he ran his fingers across the remaining fire beside him, letting his fingertips be stained with the residual flame, and then he leaned forward to light the candle.

At this moment, Maric was staying in a cheap hotel that he had rented in the East End for 12 pence. Before the owner of the hotel was about to knock on all the doors to remind all the customers that their rooms were up, he finally made up his mind, arranged the ceremony and completed the prayer.

Maric had collected as many ritual materials as he could last night that might please that hidden being. After his initial struggles and hesitations, he no longer felt any regrets after having completely recited the ritual incantations.

call!
Only the two pale hands that were tightly clasped together and even exerting more strength at this moment expressed his expectation for the result.

Just as Maric waited for more than ten seconds and his clenched hands began to relax, the sound of the flame being lit resounded in his mind and gradually echoed in his soul.

My vision suddenly blurred.

Under the abyssal sky, in the almost endless shadows, the solitary burning flame that seemed to never go out drew him to its side.

Warmth and peace. It's like waiting in a cave with a lit bonfire in the long and silent night, feeling the coolness and comfort formed by the interweaving of coldness and heat, and looking up at the world.

Maric froze in place in a daze. The malice in his eyes faded, his mouth opened, and his pale face suddenly softened and became a little more lively.

Gradually, he pulled the corners of his mouth apart and said, "Ha!"

Maric had never imagined that in this life of fleeing against madness and curses, he could still have such a moment of relaxation, even if it was just for a few moments, which he had never dared to hope for.

All the gifts were marked with prices. As he thought this in his heart, he made the prayer gesture again, expressed his gratitude piously and respectfully, and began to clean up the scene.

Although it has been proven that this secret existence is harmless, Maric is not ready to tell Sharon about it.

Because that being never expressed any intention of asking for anything from the beginning to the end, he felt a little uneasy. He just hoped that when he faced the heavy price, he would try his best not to involve Sharon.

As the candle burned, Philip noticed that the dark area below that place seemed to gradually become brighter, revealing a faint white pattern that could only be seen.

He walked forward, wiped it with his hand, and even tried using his spiritual power, but there was still no progress, so he could only give up the idea temporarily.

There'll be plenty of time for research later. Philip was about to sink back into the embers and return to reality when Maric's voice of thanks rang again in his ears. He couldn't help but curl his lips in laughter. "A Sequence 6 praying to a Sequence 8 like me, I'm a bit embarrassed."

Now that Maric has established a connection with the Shadow World, I wonder if I can make him do something like a god commands his believers. His current situation must not be too good, so we'll talk about it later.

While thinking this, Philip did not stop and went straight into the remaining fire, leaving the shadow world and returning to reality.

However, within a few seconds when the sight turned back into a hotel room, he suddenly stopped when he was about to change clothes and get up, covering his head, and felt it carefully with some disbelief.

The "Madness" potion has been digested?!
Philip immediately perked up. He thought carefully about what he had done in the short time since his promotion. Suddenly, it seemed that perhaps it was not so outrageous.

He put on his clothes and looked at the suitcase. Thinking of the "werewolf" extraordinary characteristics that Taier had revealed, his confusion and worry instantly suppressed his joy.

I don’t know what trouble will come with my promotion this time. Philip, who had been thinking about saving more “ember” talismans, frowned, touched the seven “ember” talismans in his pocket, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He could have done more, but even if he pretended to be interested in the occult, buying materials at such a high frequency would still arouse suspicion, so he was not very efficient these days.

That should be enough. As long as the potion doesn't affect him so badly that he can't even use it when he's promoted, the risk of this promotion won't be too high.

There is no time to lose in advancing to the middle ranks.

God knows how much more time of peace and quiet there is left.

Philip looked around, hesitated for a moment, put on "Silver White" and turned into Jane Charlotte, and left the hotel.

There was no reason or safety to mix potions in a hotel, so there was no need to spend money to rent a house for this purpose. Serious illnesses were also not an option, so there were actually very few options available.

In the evening, at the Brave Bar.

"What, borrow the kitchen?!"

Caspas, a lame old man over fifty years old, frowned and was suddenly at a loss for what to do in the face of Philip's request.

He had been a black market arms dealer for so many years, but he had never seen such an outrageous request. It was like cooking a meal at home and then running to a restaurant to borrow a knife and fork, which made people question their IQ.

"Yes, about ten minutes."

Philip answered frankly, "How much?"

"Well, that doesn't require money." After pondering for a moment, Kaspars waved his hand and said, "I can take charge of this time. Maric told me to take special care of you."

"Is that so?" Philip raised the corner of his mouth, pinched his chin and nodded slightly. "It's just right. He's here now. I'll go discuss something with him first."

After receiving Kaspers's affirmative answer, he went to the chess and card room and saw Maric, whose expression had obviously eased, sitting there, as if he had been waiting for his arrival.

"You came"

Maric's voice remained calm, maintaining his restrained demeanor. "The information about this secret being is very important to me, so besides the gathering, you can make some other requests, and I'll do my best to meet them."

Philip took out a talisman called "Ember" from his pocket, handed it to the other party, and leaned against the closed door, pondering calmly for a moment before speaking:
"I want the recipe for the zombie potion."

(End of this chapter)