Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 87 Flame Gloves
If only the Brave Bar party was tonight, the danger posed by Mr. Wisdom Eyes would be much lower. Even if he really had bad intentions, I could still escape.
While Philip was sighing, he wrote on the paper handed to him by the waiter his needs for an extraordinary item or extraordinary weapon that could attack from a distance and was easy to use and powerful enough.

As for Russell's diary and the potion formula of the "Prayer for Light", let's talk about it later to avoid the accident of encountering good things but not being able to afford them due to a little lack of money.

Unexpectedly, Mr. A did not take any action this time. Instead, the waiter came over shortly afterwards and handed him a small piece of paper with slightly twisted words written in a wild and bold handwriting:

"'Flame Gloves' can enhance the wearer's sense of danger. They can stimulate their intuition by observing the environment and gathering information. They also grant strong resistance to flames, with only the impact of explosions causing normal damage."

"Its holder will have the ability to control flames, and can use spells such as 'Condensation Compression', 'Flame Weapon', 'Flame Defense', 'Infusion', 'Attachment to Fire', 'Blazing Lance', 'Giant Fireball', and many others."

"On this basis, the holder's spiritual vision will also undergo a qualitative change. Not only can it be opened more concealedly and quickly, but it can also see the colors of various parts of the 'etheric body', thus better determining the status of others."

"As for the negative effects, the wearer will develop feelings of unhappiness, irritability, rage, and even an obsession with killing over time. This can be alleviated by directly using the glove's power to destroy things."

"The price will be at least 2500 pounds."

Is there really anyone who can sell it?

Philip raised his brows slightly. Although he was surprised, this also avoided the dangerous situation of facing Mr. A directly. Moreover, he was quite satisfied with the ability of this extraordinary item. He simply followed the waiter to the study on the first floor where the seller was.

In the study, the seller, who was also hidden in a hooded robe, placed a black glove on the table under the light of candlelight. The back of the glove had many twisted and beautiful red lines.

It's quite nice, but it's a pity that Jane Charlotte can't wear this in public. A girl wearing a monocle is already a little strange. Philip sighed in his heart and took out most of his savings from the suitcase again and placed it on the table.

"Here's £2500."

As he said this, he pushed the money to the other party.

This time, nearly 3000 pounds is gone. It seems like there is no end to it.
Philip sat in the rented carriage that he had successfully renewed when he came here. He weighed the suitcase that had obviously been greatly reduced in weight, shook his head, and felt a little emotional.

"Eye of the Heart", "Silver", "Flame Gloves". Apart from the "Werewolf"'s own extraordinary abilities, this is already the limit of what he can do now. If it were an ordinary Sequence 6, there is a high possibility that they would not be able to defeat him.

Compared with when I first entered Tingen at the end of June, the difference can be said to be like heaven and earth, there is no comparison between the two.

But this was obviously not fast enough in front of the damn hammer of fate. Philip placed his hands under his hooded robe on his arms, which were only covered by a white shirt. He suddenly felt that facing the cold and enduring hunger and freezing here was countless times happier than going to Tingen to rescue people.

After repeatedly questioning himself and realizing that he still couldn't give up the option of saving people, Philip let out a sigh, his thoughts stopped being tangled, and he returned to reality and returned to his residence - the door of No. 17 Brown Street.

When he opened the door and walked in, the simple living room that he had tidied up every day came into view, which finally gave him some relaxation from his tired heart. After turning on the gas light, he walked straight to the sofa and lay down.

Philip took off his black robe with some effort, then opened his suitcase on the floor while lying on the sofa. He took out five pages of Russell's diary, sat up, and read carefully in the light of the gas lamp.

"January 6th, a new year, a new beginning. After being promoted to 'Craftsman', I finally have the ability to do that thing!" "That is to make the mysterious silver medal in my memory. It is likely that it caused me to travel through time! In fact, after becoming a 'Generalist', I have completely..."

"On January 9th, after several failures, I finally succeeded. I tried to infuse spirituality, and a boundless gray-white mist seemed to appear before my eyes, but nothing happened after that."

Grayish-white mist?

Philip frowned, recalling his memories since traveling through time, and inevitably thought of the mysterious being shrouded in gray fog.

Who is Mr. Fool?

In the beginning, he actually thought that the other party might be Emperor Roselle, a senior time traveler. After all, this would be enough motivation. For example, because of his poor condition, he needed to develop the Tarot Club, a secret intelligence and trading place, and collect his own diary to restore his memory.

But if this possibility is ruled out, and Emperor Roselle was also sent here by the Fool who controls the Gray Mist Space, then the current situation can only make Philip think of a word that is familiar to the online literature circle on Earth -

Lord God.

Philip, who had originally thought of seeking help from the Fool, temporarily gave up this dangerous idea. He even thought about finding a way to leave the Tarot Club immediately in the future to avoid possible risks that he could not bear.

This page of the diary was like a key, unlocking Philip's thoughts. Mr. Fool had pulled travelers from the real world through the gray fog to fulfill his own unknown goals. Senior Russell was one of the travelers who came earlier.

Was he collecting Russell's diary because this senior had somewhat escaped his control? Even if that wasn't the case, the general direction should be correct. Philip tightened his grip on the diary, and without any hesitation, he gathered his spirits and continued reading.

From now on, collecting Emperor Roselle's diary will be given the highest priority. Although it still cannot match the speed of the Tarot Club, he must do so to avoid being in a passive position due to ignorance.

"This is truly unexpected. The history of the Fourth Epoch revealed by Mr. 'Gate' is becoming increasingly interesting. This unfortunate fellow, trapped in the storm and lost in the depths of darkness, is truly unbelievable."

"On April 8th, I must send someone to investigate the Secret Order and gather more information. I can't let myself be led around by Zaratul again."

"On May 22nd, Floran of the Soren family actually wanted me to be his subordinate! Do I look like someone who would be a follower? His attitude is simply unbearable!"

After flipping through four pages of the diary and being overwhelmed by a flood of information, Philip rubbed his brows with a mixture of pain and joy, extracting the key information and memorizing it all in his mind.

After resting for more than ten seconds, he took out the last page of the diary and continued to read it carefully.

"On April 20th, I once again attended a secret gathering of that ancient organization. Each and every one of their members still astounded me. It was hard to believe they were all members of this organization."

Ok? ? ?
(End of this chapter)