Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 70 Golden Retriever
He had once inquired with the Tingen City Housing Improvement Company and remembered clearly that even in a small city like Tingen, a townhouse would cost 850 pounds, not to mention Backlund, the leader of Mando.

How much money does this cost? Can I ever save up enough in my lifetime? Klein sighed inwardly. His fingertips tapped lightly on the long bronze table, creating a piece of parchment in front of Philip. Then, he curled his lips and pretended to be calm as he replied, "No problem."

Audrey took the parchment and, using her Beyonder memory, quickly memorized the anonymous account number. She muttered to herself,

"I don't know Mr. Temperance's identity. With Mr. Fool around, he probably won't harm me, but he can't reveal his identity either."

otherwise.
After agreeing on the specific location, the deal was quickly concluded. Audrey then continued to ask about the topic she hadn't mentioned earlier:

"I want to know if there is a sequence potion named 'Arbiter'. Also, what kind of Beyonder can walk through a wooden door or make the lock ineffective?"

Faced with this extraordinary question, Philip was about to open his mouth to answer, but Mr. "The Hanged Man" beside him spoke first with a speed that was inconsistent with his stature, forcing him to politely give in.

Although Philip is now in the same middle sequence as the Hanged Man, his vision and experience are definitely not as good as the other's. It's okay to let the other play to his strengths in this regard. After all, he doesn't have to be a mascot.

In exchange for the answer, Alger also asked Audrey to investigate whether King Loen intended to start a new war on the east coast of Balam this year or before June of next year to retaliate against the Feysac Empire.

The majestic temple soon fell into silence after the two men discussed the relevant matters and chatted about some further topics.

It was not until the very last moment that Audrey, Justice, looked towards the Fool in the high position and spoke hesitantly, “Mr. Fool, if, I mean if, I had the opportunity to join another organization, such as the Psychological Alchemist Society, would that be possible?”

Given her current situation, joining a secret organization like the Psychological Alchemy Society, which controls access to the "audience," is obviously more convenient and faster than seeking transactions in the Tarot Club. However, doing so directly is clearly a disregard for the god, the Fool.

What's the big deal? I'm still a follower of the Evernight Goddess and a member of the Nighthawks. Klein thought nonchalantly as he leaned back in his chair. He chuckled and said, "Of course, there's no problem. As long as you don't reveal the Tarot Club's secrets."

Speaking of which, he himself is a Nighthawk, "Justice" will join the Psychological Alchemist Society in the future, and "The Hanged Man" is inseparable from the Church of the Lord of Storms. It seems that only Philip is
No, this guy is an escaped Beyonder.

Calling him a traitor is an exaggeration.

"I understand!"

After receiving a positive answer, Audrey became somewhat excited. Then, inevitably noticing the empty seats nearby, she asked, "Mr. Fool, if we want to add new members in the future, what will be our criteria for joining?"

"If you think it's suitable, you can tell me and I will decide whether to let them join."

"But before that," Klein's tone deepened. "Without my permission, you are not allowed to make any suggestive moves, reveal my name, or disclose any information about the Tarot Club."

Mr. Fool is indeed not in good condition.

Philip was not as frightened as the other two members, but his face still showed a bit of timidity, and he waited for the party to end in this somewhat serious atmosphere.

5 p.m., Queens.

Philip leaned against a prominent tree, looked around at the deserted surroundings, closed his eyes, sighed helplessly, and was about to leave when a voice suddenly rang in his ears:
"Wang!"

Huh? Philip lowered his head and looked over, only to find a large golden retriever crouching there, its eyes blinking as it stared at him quietly and obediently.

Um, no way.
Susie squatted on the ground, trying her best to do what her owner Audrey said, without doing anything unrelated to the dog. She just raised her head again and barked: "Woof woof!" Miss Justice's "audience" dog?

Philip frowned and subconsciously took a few steps back, but he quickly realized that at this distance the dog might have already memorized his scent, so he stopped deceiving himself and walked forward, squatting down, and looked into its eyes.

"I know you can talk, no need to pretend."

"Wang!"

The only response he got was a dog barking.

Susie opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue, and breathed out continuously. Then she turned around in a circle and continued to squat on the ground. Her dog eyes were still looking at Philip and the bag in his hand.

Philip raised his eyebrows slightly, then stopped talking and put the bag he was carrying directly on the ground.

Susie's eyes lit up, and she was about to walk forward, grab the thing and go home directly, but the man's evil big hands covered her mouth from both sides, and she could only make a few whimpering sounds.

With his keen observation, Philip discovered the unusualness of the golden retriever through such direct contact, even though it was hidden, and confirmed his guess in his heart.

If I had known this, I would have gotten a pet to do the job for me. He laughed helplessly twice, then suddenly became interested, puffed up his cheeks, and blew a long breath into the nose of the golden retriever in front of him.

Whoosh!

Under this stimulation, Susie subconsciously blew her nose hard, then immediately broke free from the other party's restraints, picked up the shoulder bag, started the four-wheel drive, and left here without looking back.

When Philip saw the other party running away, he did not stop him. Instead, he lowered the brim of his half-high silk hat, wore this long-lost swallowtail suit, and left here calmly.

Ten minutes later.

In the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.

As the ten white fingers withdrew, the melodious melody coming from the piano completely stopped. Audrey closed the piano lid and slowly stood up, looking towards the door, and stood up to leave.

However, at this moment, the furry touch on her legs made her subconsciously cover her mouth and she almost screamed out.

After realizing what was happening, Audrey looked at the big golden retriever squatting on the ground, frowned, and said in a low voice, "Susie, you should at least tell me you're back, instead of just being so silent!"

"Sorry, but it's easy to get caught this way."

Susie raised her paw and placed it on the satchel beside her, "You never told me that this was the thing you were going to take. I almost couldn't get into that hole, and luckily no one noticed me."

Audrey picked up the shoulder bag and compared it to the small size of the documents. She sighed helplessly and muttered softly, "There's nothing I can do. I can't say that the person who comes to pick up the documents later is a dog."

(End of this chapter)