Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 73 Plan
A card of blasphemy.

After encountering this unfamiliar word, Philip tried his best to think about it, but found that there was only one answer related to it - the blasphemous slate that recorded 22 paths to becoming a god.

Of course, there is definitely more to the blasphemy than this. Philip just estimated as optimistically as possible that he had obtained extremely important information. As for whether it was correct or not, it was not something he could judge at the moment.

Philip's hesitation was gone in an instant. He clenched the open paper in his hand again and gave up the decision that might have been a suicidal one in his heart.

He could try to pay attention to the blasphemy card, but he couldn't hide the diary and not submit it. The methods of the gods were beyond the comprehension of mortals. They might be able to see through someone's thoughts without making any noise.

Even though Mr. Fool had said that the collected information could be submitted to receive a reward, he had never said that every page of the diary had to be submitted, and Philip was not prepared to take the gamble.

Moreover, there is absolutely no way to find it.
Three o'clock in the afternoon, above the gray fog.

Audrey greeted everyone as usual, then looked at Philip and said, "Those two properties have been sold. Mr. Temperance, have you received the money?"

Of course, I didn't leave a cent in my account. I took it all. Philip was in a good mood when he heard Miss Justice mention this, but he nodded and said calmly, "Yeah."

I don't know how much money I have, haha. I wonder if I can even get a fraction of that if I break myself into pieces and sell them. Klein, sitting in a high position, smiled bitterly inwardly, but still maintained the demeanor of a fool, calmly scanning the three people present.

Alger still hadn't returned to land, and Audrey apologized slightly, saying she hadn't gained anything. But she immediately added, "Mr. Fool, I've met two Beyonders. I'm trying to find a way to properly contact them and attend Beyonder gatherings."

"Don't worry." Klein raised the corner of his mouth and nodded slightly, clearly expressing his approval of Audrey's cautious and prudent behavior.

Although he didn't have high expectations, Klein still turned his gaze to Philip, only to receive a somewhat surprising answer:

"Mr. Fool, I found two pages of Russell's diary."

Two pages, so reliable? Surprised, Klein smiled and praised. He then took the parchment that the other person had "expressed," stroked it with his fingertips, immersed himself in it, and began to read.

"March 6th, damn, the food here makes me almost constipated!"

"March 17th, are all the ladies of Intis so open? Was it me who slept with her, or was it she who slept with me? It feels a little weird."

This is such a niche language. Klein's eyelids twitched, and he secretly criticized Emperor Roselle's "glorious deeds." Then he patiently continued reading.

The first page tells the story of this senior traverser's early days, when he had just joined the Church of Craftsmen and had not even become a Beyonder. But what would the Blasphemy Card on the second page be?
After finishing reading the two pages of the diary, Klein waved his hand, causing it to disappear from the space. He then leaned back in his chair, pondering the meaning of the Blasphemy Card.

"You can start."

Having said that, because there were no new members joining and there was really nothing important to discuss recently, the only three people in the Tarot Club barely managed to chat about some things based on the recent news, making the end of the party seem less boring.

Even so, when Philip came back to reality and looked at the wall clock, he found that only more than 20 minutes had passed, and there was still a long time before the Brave Bar opened in the evening.

He did not waste time, but took advantage of this brief break to complete another "Embellished Fire" spell to make up for the energy consumed two days ago to resist the full moon curse. Only then did he set out in the appearance of Jane Charlotte.

Every time I transform into a woman, I have to go to the East District Transfer Station to transform back into a man, and then rush to the Backlund Bridge area. It's such a hassle. As Philip walked out the door, he stroked the "Silver White" ring in his hand, thinking rather helplessly. I might as well rent a one-bedroom apartment in the Bridge area later.

Tiemen Street, Brave Man Bar.

In the bartender's silence, Philip finally bought a glass of Southwell beer for five pence, asked about Caspers's location, and after confirming from the latter that Maric was here tonight, he followed him directly into the chess and card room.

"You came."

Maric still had that indifferent expression. After the full moon the day before yesterday, his condition didn't look too good at the moment, but it was much better than when they first met.

Philip nodded. "Well, I think I have enough financial resources now."

Maric didn't ask too much about where the money came from. Only after confirming that it was over 2000 pounds did he speak, "The address is 3 Schell Street, Queens. Knock on the door every three long knocks and two short knocks. Whether to disguise yourself or not is entirely up to the participants. There's a party tomorrow."

"Is there anything else I should pay attention to?" Philip was a little worried about the Queens Borough where only aristocrats lived, so he continued to ask.

"Remain calm, and..." The fierceness in Maric's eyes was filled with fear and even a little fear, and he warned in a deep and serious voice:

"Stay away from the party-caller, Mr. A."

Mr. A sounds like a pillar of the secret organization, the strongest layer below the High Sequence, most likely Sequence 5. Philip nodded and then continued, "If I want to cultivate a Beyonder pet, what should I do?"

"Extraordinary pet?"

Maric frowned and glanced at him. "Then you'll need the help of a 'tamer.' As far as I know, a 'tamer' can help animals withstand the power of the potion without losing control or dying."

Seeking the power of other Beyonders
Philip had thought he would get an answer that required special ritual magic, or some auxiliary means, but the answer turned out to be this. He couldn't help but feel a headache and had to give up temporarily.

He thanked him sincerely and was about to leave when Maric's deep voice rang out again:

"Can you make more of your 'embers'?"

Philip blinked, not hiding his confusion and astonishment: "Well, except that it takes a little time, everything else is fine, but why do you need so much?"

The full moon had only been two days.

"Huh..." Maric closed his eyes and exhaled calmly. His clenched fists were resting against his chin, and his pale face was trying hard to suppress some emotion.

"We are still being hunted by the Indulgence Faction in Backlund, but the situation is much better than before. Now we have waited for our chance. As long as we succeed, we will be able to completely escape this danger."

"The implementation of the plan requires your help."

(End of this chapter)