Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 76 Emlyn White

As Philip was thinking this, the desire for flesh and blood that had been soothed by the "Eye of the Heart" took over again. Although it was not as severe as the previous few days when he had to fight until after midnight before he could fall asleep, it could not be ignored.

Philip had anticipated this. After all, the effects of the Sequence 7 potion would definitely not be resolved so easily. As he thought of this, he reached out to adjust his monocle.

The sapphire eyes beneath his eyes suddenly emitted a warm light, and the scarlet color quickly disappeared, even if stimulated by the crimson moonlight again, it did not reappear.

This is "psychoanalysis", or "comfort". In many cases, this ability can be said to be a superior substitute for the "Ember" spell. After all, the two cannot even compare in terms of the most basic convenience and concealment, and are not on the same level at all.

I will wear this regularly in the future, hoping nothing unexpected will happen, like being recognized and then having bad intentions. I can't handle that right now.
Philip roughly felt the degree to which the "soothing" ability suppressed the effects of the potion. After he had the answer in his mind, he did not hesitate at all, even skipped washing up, and went straight back to the bedroom to rest.

After about five hours, he would be affected by the renewed desire for flesh and blood, and would need to get up and use soothing again. It would not be too late to get up and take a shower at that time.

Time passed peacefully. The scorching August heat had been raging in Backlund for six full days, yet there was still no sign of letting up. The temperature remained around 30 degrees Celsius, causing the inevitable discomfort of dryness and heat.

Anyone with enough life experience and good observation skills would probably be able to assert that this year's summer will end in mid-August.

For example, Mr. Joel who is taking a walk in front of us, is strolling out leisurely with a gift in his hand. He looks like he is going to visit his friends who live on the same street or nearby.

Philip, who had just walked out of the door, greeted the other party, then called a taxi and drove towards the one-bedroom transfer point he had rented in the Backlund Bridge area.

7:30 in the evening.

In the bustling Brave Bar, Philip pushed the door open while being ignored by many drinkers. After confirming with Caspers that there was no special situation, he came to the chess and card room where Maric was.

Maric, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, sat alone at the card table. The dozen or so zombies that had surrounded him a few times before did not appear. No one knew where he had sent them to.

"Seventeen in total."

Philip fished out the stock he had accumulated over the past few days from his pocket and placed them all on the table. "I'm not sure how effective the 'Crimson Moon Corona' is at simulating a full moon, but under a real full moon, one 'Ember' should be effective for about ten minutes."

"Well, I've tried that before."

Maric nodded, his face solemn. "However, during combat, the duration of this spell's effectiveness is likely to be shortened. The Indulgence Faction can unleash even greater power under a full moon, so we absolutely cannot let our guard down."

"Don't worry about that." Philip curled his lips and tapped the frame of his silver-rimmed monocle. "I bought an extraordinary item at the party. Now I no longer rely solely on the 'Ember' charm when facing a full moon."

"When the situation is critical, as long as you stay close to me, I can also provide you with help."

Maric stared at the monocle carefully and was about to say something when a calm and indifferent female voice suddenly rang out in the suddenly chilly air around him:

"Take three with you to prevent any accidents." Philip's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously looked towards the corner, only to find that a beautiful woman in a black court dress had been standing there. She lifted the hem of her skirt and saluted to greet him.

"Sharon." Maric said concisely, not knowing whether he was introducing her to Philip or greeting the person who appeared.

Philip, who had already suspected this, quickly accepted the reality and calmed himself down. He pondered the words of the woman named Sharon and nodded in agreement. "Okay, I'll give you the remaining 14."

After all, no one could predict whether there would be any accidents in a crisis. If there was a problem with the "Eye of the Heart", the only thing he could rely on under the full moon was the "Embellished Fire" spell.

After submitting the spell, Philip saw that no one else appeared, so he asked:

"Have you found out the enemy's intelligence?"

Sharon's azure eyes were as calm as water. She concealed nothing as she spoke, "Steve, the Sequence Five 'Wrathful Spirit,' Zanger, the Sequence Six 'Zombie,' and two Sequence Seven 'Werewolves.' Steve will lead them to infiltrate the South District Hospital tonight and use the blood there to perform a grand yet incomplete bloody sacrifice to restore their strength."

So tonight is the time to take advantage of this opportunity to launch an attack. As long as we focus our forces to eliminate Steve first and seize the "Crimson Moon Crown", everything else will be no problem in front of our Sequence 5 combatant Miss Sharon. Philip pondered for a moment, then said:
"When does it begin?"

"Gather at 11:20 tonight." Sharon's indifferent and erratic tone was accentuated with seriousness. "Even if this operation fails, we must not let their bloody sacrifice succeed. Otherwise, the consequences will be dire."

"Even if they don't capture living people for on-site sacrifice, if the scale is large enough and the sacrifice is responded to, the power Steve gains in a short period of time is likely to far exceed his peak state."

Philip looked up at the clock on the wall pointing to nine o'clock in the evening, nodded slightly, said nothing more, found a place to sit down, and fell into silence with the two of them.

Backlund, Southside Hospital.

Four figures stood in front of the blood bank.

The crimson moonlight pouring in from the window casts its shadow on the corridor that should have been pitch black, gradually revealing the figures of five people. One of the handsome young men has his hands and feet tightly bound, his eyes filled with unwillingness, but he can only lower his head obediently.

"Oh, what a waste."

Seeing this, the man closest to the young man's eyes were filled with mockery. "Kid, let me tell you the truth. Not only as a vampire, but also as a Sequence 7, and even as a Beyonder, you are the most useless person I've ever met."

Upon hearing this, the bound young man's limp body perked up again. His blood-red eyes widened and he raised his head excitedly. Standing under those four cold gazes, he finally gave up struggling and retorted almost silently:
"Blood Clan."

Emlyn White's body trembled slightly. The anger and pride in his heart had long been suppressed by the iron fist of reality. Only the pain of his wounds and the fear of the unknown encounter that would follow remained.

Damn, why did this happen!
He just wanted to steal some blood.
(End of this chapter)