Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 94 Tarot Club

Azik looked at the Bone Messenger, his expression unchanged as he said, "In terms of strength, you are no less capable than it, and it will not disobey my orders. After signing the contract with you, it will also obey as long as the orders are not excessive."

As he spoke, he took out the pen and small notebook he carried with him and began to write quickly.

That's it.
After taking a reassurance pill, Philip felt relieved and looked at the tall, intimidating-looking, and even powerful skeleton messenger in front of him again. He couldn't help but feel secretly happy in his heart.

If compared with an extraordinary person, the other party is undoubtedly at the level of Sequence Seven, and it may fluctuate a little higher. In this way, even if he encounters any difficult problems and needs manpower in the future, he can use it to deal with it.

Azik paused, handed him the written page, and added, "This is a necromancy contract. I've already written down the relevant terms and format for you. Since the God of Death has fallen, you can replace His honorific name with the underworld itself, or a description of a high-ranking figure in the necromancy realm."

Hearing this, Philip also remembered the spell that the other party had just used to summon the Bone Messenger. While lighting the candle that symbolized himself according to the other party's instructions, he asked with some doubt: "Mr. Azik, is there any connection between the underworld and the spirit world?"

The messenger could only be a creature from the spiritual world. This was common sense for both Maric and Mr. A, as well as most Beyonders. However, what the other party had just described was the underworld, and it was obvious that the two could not be exactly the same.

"The Underworld is within the Spirit World. To be more precise, it's a special place created within the Spirit World by the ancient God of Death." After Azik finished explaining, he also gave him a description of the Underworld:
"The destination of all death, the hell hidden deep in the spiritual world, the witness of the mortality of all things, belongs exclusively to the kingdom of Death."

As Philip wrote these four sentences on paper, pale green flames ignited all the Hermetic texts, and the room, which was already a little gloomy because of the bone messenger, became even more gloomy and eerie.

"Okay, write your name."

After thinking for a moment, Azik reminded him, "The contract only requires aura. The name is only used for summoning. You can use a pseudonym, but you can't change it later."

A fake name. Philip nodded, and after a moment's thought, he wrote down his fake name with a pen: "Bell Siles."

Jane Charlotte's name is not applicable. Whenever Bell Siles faces an extraordinary person or a high-end investigation, the final answer can only point to himself. Since the real aura cannot be changed, there is no need to spend any effort to conceal it carefully.

After he wrote down his name, the skeleton messenger in the room stretched out his giant hands, held a pen and paper respectively, pressed them against the ceiling, and wrote something with some effort.

"It doesn't have a name, only a species." Azik explained after noticing Philip looking up. "If you don't mind, you can give it one yourself."

"name."

As Philip touched his chin and muttered to himself, the pale green flames had already wrapped around the paper and pen in the Skeleton Messenger's hand, turning it into ashes and dispersing it, annihilating it into nothingness.

The other party's figure suddenly became illusory. At the last moment, it turned its head, and its eye sockets with burning black flames looked at Philip, and looked into his sapphire eyes. Finally, its figure became illusory and disappeared into the candlelight it had lit.

Philip raised the corner of his mouth, looked at Azik, shrugged, and said with a somewhat helpless tone, but he couldn't hide his joy. "I want to wait until I summon it later and ask for its opinion before making a decision."

"Of course, it's up to you."

3pm.

The crimson light, like a tide, faded away.

Philip reappeared at the ancient, mottled bronze table and met the familiar Tarot Club and its members. "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man~!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Temperance~!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun~!"

Audrey still greeted everyone with a sweet smile. Just by hearing these greetings, it seemed as if the fatigue accumulated in her body and mind was relieved and eliminated a lot. The people who were infected by them also responded in the same way.

After greeting, Audrey looked at Alger and briefly recounted how her friends Fors and Hugh were tracking down Qilingos, prompting Alger, the "Hanged Man," to pause for a moment.

After a few seconds, he nodded slightly:

"I'll pay attention."

Knowing that he absolutely could not compete with Qilingos, Alger briefly pondered internally, then turned sideways to look at the Fool above him and said sincerely:
"Respected Mr. Fool, if we can figure out Qilingos's true purpose and the very important and magical item he's trying to obtain, please allow me to recite your name and inform you through the ritual."

If there really was a huge benefit behind this, even if it was insignificant to the gods, it would be a bargaining chip worth taking for Mr. Fool's followers. Alger lowered his head, controlled his breathing, and waited for the next response.

What's the point of telling me? I still want someone to help me deal with Ince Zangwill. Klein suppressed his urge to shake his head and sigh, leaned back in his chair, and nodded slightly.

"can."

Hearing this affirmative answer, Alger breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, and said humbly, "Please allow me to praise you in advance for listening."

He then looked at the other person again and spoke again, "I'm about to obtain a batch of Emperor Roselle's diaries. I believe I'll be able to present them to you at the next gathering, or the one after that."

Alger was about to arrive in Backlund. As the former headquarters of the Church of the Lord of Storms, the richness of information about the Backlund Diocese was second only to the headquarters of the Seven Orthodox Churches.

That's great, but unfortunately I'm a poor wild Beyonder. I can only issue commissions at gatherings, or see if Sharon and Maric can find Russell's diary later. Well, just take a look at it yourself, and don't hand it over to Mr. Fool if you can.

Ever since he knew that Mr. Fool was most likely the culprit who caused him to travel through time, and was even collecting the diary left by his predecessor Russell, Philip secretly kept a close eye on him and completely gave up the idea of getting anything from him through the diary.

Totally unnecessary.

After all, no one can tell what the other party wants. If they get what they want from the diary, it is hard to say what will happen to these members of the Tarot Club. They may be abandoned or become coolies due to the oppression of the other party.

I still have to hurry up and get promoted. Even if I die, at least I'll be free from all this hassle. As Philip thought about this, he realized that the diary submission session at the party was still unfinished. He looked at the "sun" and said,

"I have sorted out the information about the Northern Continent and written it down. I can give it to you now."

(End of this chapter)