Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 86 0–08
Azik held his forehead with his hand, his expression solemn. "You seem to be right. This matches the fragments I remember. It seems that we have finally discovered Ince Zangwill. Who is he?"

memory?

Mr. Azik has seen 0-08?

That shouldn't be the case. He used to be the Archbishop of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, or a High-Sequence Beyonder of even higher status?
Philip glanced around, his mouth opening and closing. After a few seconds of hesitation, he told the Nighthawks everything he had learned about the former Archbishop, Ince Zangwill.

"Sequence Five, the 'Gatekeeper' who failed to ascend to Demigod." Azik muttered, the indifference in his eyes gradually fading, becoming somewhat unpredictable. "I roughly know who the murderer is, and the general reason why he did this."

After saying that, he slowly stood up.

The bronze-skinned middle-aged man leaned forward slightly, took off his half-high silk gown and politely pressed it against his chest, then said, "Thank you, Philip. To prevent any accidents, I need to return to Tingen immediately."

Philip seemed to have sensed something dangerous and serious at this moment, and asked quickly:
"How can I help?"

Hearing this, Azik smiled faintly, shook his head, and put on his black hat again. "0-08's abilities are very powerful. Even if I rush back now, there's a good chance that trouble will arise immediately that I won't be able to resolve quickly."

The implication is very obvious.

"Mr. Azik, I'm counting on you." Philip lowered his eyes slightly, thought carefully for a moment, and finally agreed with what he said. He didn't say anything else and watched him go away quietly.

The hustle and bustle of pedestrians on the street could be heard.

The waiter in a red waistcoat and white shirt came forward, bowed slightly, and said politely, "Hello, miss, including the ones you just ordered, the total is 1 soli and 8 pence."

It seems that the people in the restaurant just now were completely oblivious to Mr. Azik and my conversation. Just how powerful must he be? No, even if he were this powerful, he still didn't think he could resolve the crisis safely.
Ince Zangwill, 0–08 Philip counted out the money from his light blue wallet and handed it to the waiter, his calm expression concealing an unspeakable worry.

She couldn't understand why something happened in Tingen. It was just an ordinary small city. There was only an unmarried man with a poor hairline and memory, and a few commendable team members who stood up in the face of danger and madness.

There must be a reason.
Philip muttered silently.

It can't be that this world is a fictional work, and Tingen now has a destined protagonist corresponding to Ince Zangwill?
She walked at a loss on the street, which was rarely shrouded in mist, and was sunny, refreshing and warm. She let the hired carriages pass by her, not knowing where to go.

Afternoon, outside Tingen.

Inside a house with a green lawn.

Behind the closed window and the drawn curtains in the bedroom, on the desk, an unmanned quill pen was swaying on the open notebook below, writing furiously:

"Incredibly, Azik, who went to Backlund to search for his memories, somehow learned of Ince Zangwill's existence. He returned to Tingen City, intent on revenge against the thief who stole his offspring's skull!"

"Oh, Azik has arrived in Tingen. Poor Ince Zangwill. Dunn Smith is still in good condition. The evil offspring in Megose's body still needs time to accumulate strength. His plan will inevitably go astray..."

Da da da!
Dull, swift footsteps echoed from the darkness. A pale hand reached out, powerfully grasping the quill, and found a new spot on the notebook to write: "Even if Azik returns to Tingen, he won't be able to find any trace of Ince Zangwill. The only clue, the dark red chimney, was not revealed by Klein Moretti. Azik was unaware of it, and could only search in vain, bewildered and helpless!"

"Ince Zangwill won't sit idly by during this time. He will constantly move his residence, and during this process he won't be noticed by anyone. Azik's attention is entirely focused on finding Ince Zangwill, so he won't notice anything else."

"He wasn't sure of Ince Zangwill's next specific target, so after half a month, no, several days of fruitless searching, he assumed he felt a serious threat to his life and had already left Tingen!"

"That's a very reasonable guess!"

"Azik won't stay in Tingen forever. Ince Zangwill will seize this opportunity to complete everything. His plan will definitely not fail!"

Evening, Backlund, Queens.

Inside an inconspicuous house.

Philip, who was covered in a hooded black robe, sat on a chair, scanning the items on the two blackboards not far away. His brain, which had calmed down, was working rapidly, thinking about what he needed most at the moment.

As the "werewolf"'s digestion progress increased and he adapted to the situation during this period, the "Silver White" that could only last four hours has now been extended to five hours, and there will not be any major problems even if he is distracted by fighting.

In this case, the magic mirror substitute has undoubtedly become a life-saving skill, so there is no need to seek similar extraordinary items.

If I were to say what I still lack, it would probably be the means of long-range attack. After all, facing such a gap in hard power, close combat is no different from giving up. Philip slightly cut down his originally extremely wealthy daily expenses and got a spending budget of 3900 pounds.

The bottom line is around 4000 pounds.

If there were no extraordinary items that satisfied Philip, he could only try to raise the price and acquire enough Russell diaries so that he could seek some help from Mr. Fool at a critical moment.

In this case, there is definitely enough money. It won't take too long for "Sun" to digest the Sequence 9 potion with the help of role-playing. He can try to buy the formula of "Prayer for Light" to make some money later.

However, after looking through all the entries, apart from the recipe of the "Prayer for Light" and the five-page original manuscript of Russell's diary priced at 40 pounds, the other information did not arouse his interest in the slightest.

Could it be possible? Philip glanced quietly at the sofa in front, wondering whether he should take another risk and directly ask Mr. A if he had any stock.

In the past, Philip would have definitely not hesitated, but after knowing that the other party was a divine messenger of the Aurora Society, a "shepherd" at the fifth level of Sequence, and even mastered the abilities of multiple other Beyonders at the same level.
Only then did he realize how reckless he had been to dare to be alone with this extremely dangerous person who could kill him instantly.

After such a short time, I found that I had raised enough money again. I wonder what this guy will think, will he drain the pond to catch all the fish or keep it flowing for a long time? Philip frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more headache he got.

The Aurora Club’s top brass are said to be crazy, but they are still some distance away from being truly and completely crazy. No one can guess what they are thinking!

(End of this chapter)