Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 91 Temporary Stay
As the sound of water pumping rang out, Philip, who was in the bathroom, turned on the faucet, pretended to wash his hands, then opened the door and returned to the living room.

Azik looked at him, as if he had noticed something. He looked at the tricks Philip was hiding under his white shirt, narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally said, "We don't have anything great right now, so I can only search in Tingen according to the information Klein provided."

"Klein, please stay safe during this time. If there's any danger, blow the whistle immediately. I can directly locate your exact location and rush to the scene."

Indeed, as long as Ince Zangwill hadn't left, it meant he must have something that needed to be done here, something he needed to accomplish at a crucial moment. Klein couldn't help but reach into his pocket, stroking the delicate, antique brass whistle. He suppressed his anxiety and nodded, "Yes."

Azik then turned his head and looked at Philip. After thinking carefully, he finally spoke:
"Philip, I can sense that you're already a relatively powerful Beyonder. If there's anyone in Tingen City besides me who can hold Ince Zangwill back for a while, I think it's you."

After hearing Azik's words, Klein recalled how Philip, as a "madman," endured the full moon curse in August.

Philip was probably still Sequence 8 at the time, about the same level as me now. If he met what Mr. Azik said at this moment, he would have to be at least Sequence 7, a mid-sequence Beyonder. How could he be so fast?!

There's no reason. It can't be that he used a modifier. Klein, who had just been promoted to "Joker" two days ago, suddenly felt a sense of disappointment.

He originally thought that since he had mastered the art of acting, he shouldn't be too bad, not to mention that he would upgrade like the protagonists in novels, which was as easy as drinking water. However, he didn't expect that there are always people better than you.

Could it be that Backlund has a way to spend money to improve his performance? No, that's too hellish. There must be some reason I don't know. After all, Philip's promotion speed has already exceeded the fastest estimate of the performance method.
While Klein was lost in thought, Philip, after hearing Azik's words, gained a deeper understanding of this mysterious High-Sequence Expert. Feeling slightly relieved, he nodded and said,

"What should I do?"

"Protect Klein." After receiving his reply, Azik continued without hesitation, "I will search for Ince, the mastermind behind this, on my own. You and Klein can try to help me, but you should mainly keep an eye on what's happening in Tingen."

"If you encounter an emergency, just blow the whistle and wait until I arrive. If you want speed, I can reach anywhere in Tingen City, including the suburbs, in about two minutes."

Two minutes. Philip took the "ghost" Steve who was carrying the biological toxin bottle and the "crimson moon corona" as his imaginary enemy, and found that unless he freed his hands and did not operate and allowed the other party to possess and control him, it would not be too difficult to last two minutes, and even twice as long would be fine.

Of course, this is all based on the fact that the Level 0 seal that can be used with the pen has great limitations and cannot kill him instantly.

"I should be able to hold on."

Azik pinched his forehead, as if recalling something. "There were several times in my past lives where extraordinary items appeared on me. But now, apart from that copper whistle, I have nothing left. Otherwise, I could help you."

"No, please believe me."

Thinking of the Eye of Heart he was wearing, the silver in his pocket, the bottle of biological toxin at home, and the flame gloves, Philip had enough confidence.

It can even be said that I no longer have any desire for new extraordinary items. After all, if I have too many of them, it will be difficult to use them proficiently, which will be a waste of money. It is better to use them in more critical places.

Azik glanced at Philip, a gentle smile on his face. He patted his shoulder and said with a hint of regret, "Brave, kind, and wise. It's a pity that you are not my student."

12 o'clock at night.

Azik had already left. Reunited after a long absence, Philip and Klein looked at each other, unsure what to say. It wasn't until the former, wanting to break the awkward atmosphere, spoke first, "The diary and the 85 pounds—have you saved enough?"

"Ahem." Klein, who had already organized his words and was about to speak, was choked by these straightforward and realistic words. He couldn't help but cough twice, then nodded with a hint of resignation. "Yeah, but it's too late today. Let's do it tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go."

Philip stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Klein was stunned for a moment, then reacted. He lowered his voice and called out hoarsely, "Wait, Philip, you're going the wrong way. It's not that way!"

"Hmm?" Philip tilted his head and looked at him with a very strange expression. "Aren't we going up to the second floor by this staircase? I remember there are only three of you siblings, but these townhouses usually have four bedrooms."

"Forehead"

Klein mused awkwardly, "Not long ago, we hired a maid to do odd jobs. The last bedroom already belongs to her. Besides, why do you want to live here?"

The silence lasted for a few seconds.

Philip's eyebrows raised slightly, his mouth opened and closed. After a moment of preparation, he spoke with a strange expression, "It's early morning now, and I don't have the key to No. 6 Narcissus Street. Mr. Azik left so abruptly just now. I thought you had already agreed to let me live here."

Uh, okay, I forgot to discuss this at the time, or maybe that's what Mr. Azik thought? Klein touched his chin, thought for a moment, and then said carefully, "Sleep in my room. Do you mind sleeping on the floor?"

He was responded to by almost silent footsteps and a brief reply:

"Go upstairs."

I've even slept in places like the East District Shelter, how bad could it be? It's just sleeping on ropes, on rooftops, and in the wilderness. Thinking of the experience of the day he traveled through time, Philip suddenly realized that his lower limit had been broken to this extent.

Really
The layout of Klein's bedroom was no different from that of an ordinary bedroom: a bookshelf, a coat rack, a bedside table, a wardrobe, and a desk. It was obvious that he had not made any creative modifications at all.

Klein took off his tuxedo and hung it on the coat rack. He looked at Philip, who was standing by the bay window, gazing at the red moon outside. He suddenly felt a chill, and he shivered subconsciously.

"You'd better go to bed quickly, otherwise we won't be able to sleep for much longer," Klein urged.

"Oh." Philip shrugged.

Although he was a little tired and sleepy, for Philip, who had long been accustomed to it, it would not be a problem to stay up for another two hours. Even not sleeping today would not matter. So after entering the room, he was not in a hurry.

Wait, you're not sleeping tonight?

(End of this chapter)