Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 186 Miskatonic
The Church of Evernight acquiesced to Tingen's current situation. The Church of Storms maintained a normal attitude out of ignorance, perhaps because they had not discovered Tingen's problems at all. The Church of Artisans could not enter Tingen at all, and without close contact, the possibility of discovering the city's secrets was naturally greatly reduced.

The three major orthodox churches in the Kingdom of Loen have no objection to the current situation in Tingen City.

Furthermore, even if the Augustus family of the Loen royal family, Nicholas Flamel, a Sequence 1 Time Worm who cooperated with the Church of Evernight, learned of Tingen's problems through the orders issued, the Inquisitor's mystical connections to the territory, the status of various seals, and the status of the Archons, they would still be forced to make concessions due to the attitude of the Church of Evernight and Tingen's Sequence 1 Angels.

Although the Augustus family is an angel family, and their founder, William I, the Sequence 1 Hand of Order, is still alive, and as the actual ruler of Loen, they must have many very powerful seals.

But if they had to choose between living in a city and offending an angel who was a thief who was good at hiding himself, they would naturally know which was more important.

The existence of angels is like a nuclear bomb; just their presence is scary enough.

What's more, Tingen's nuclear bomb is not under his control. It is the most foolish thing to do to provoke the other party without understanding the situation and showing any hostility.

Sometimes, the deterrent power of visible angels and invisible angels is completely different.

Nicholas took out some more yellowed papers and handed them to Don.

"These are some occult notes written by members of the Secret Order. I think the contents should be in line with your expectations."

Tang took the stack of notes and, with the help of the light from the cafe, flipped through them one by one.

These yellowed notes were obviously quite old. Over the past three hundred years, the Secret Order had been hollowed out from the outside to the inside, and had completely become a secret organization with only an empty shell, but in reality it was full of puppets, puppets and puppets.

As for the extraordinary people who followed the path of fortune-tellers that emerged from this organization, most of their occult notebooks, after special control, are quite normal, and only record occult knowledge, potion formulas and various experiences.

As Tang flipped through the notes, he quickly memorized the contents through the improvement brought by Sequence 3.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

Ah ha.

The contents of these notes seemed normal at first glance, but in fact, the further Tang flipped through the pages, the more messy and important the notes were, the more he saw that they were filled with the word "eat people".

"The difference in personality between the two writers, the abnormality of their mental states, and the way they described it, can make people feel physically uncomfortable just by looking at it."

Tang recalled the occult notes written by a strange wizard who had been in charge of the secret society when he was bored. What was recorded in the notes seemed to be the same routine.

"From not noticing it at first, to gradually discovering the anomalies around me, until finally, I was directly involved in this anomaly. If I only look at the normal ones at the beginning, or only look at the problematic ones, there won't be much conflict."

If this were a gradual process, if it were a scene in a novel, then it would only be a qualified horror story. But if this kind of thing were to happen in real life, and the horror story were to become reality...

That's really interesting.

The Secret Order is the most well-behaved among all secret organizations. Even in the Orthodox Church, records of the Secret Order are quite rare, not to mention wild extraordinary people. They may not even know the existence of this secret organization before they come into contact with extraordinary people from the Fortune Teller Path.

"Have these notes been disseminated?"

"Zaratul has done some mystical processing. Now, only a small number of notes containing mystical knowledge have been leaked and discovered... This hasn't caused any abnormalities, but many wild Beyonders who don't have a sufficient understanding of Beyonder knowledge have sought to purchase similar items at their own mystical gatherings."

And what could be more desirable to wild Beyonders born without guidance than the notes of a master of the occult?
After all, the notes containing mysticism were, to some extent, something that those wild extraordinary people coveted.

Even if one only copied those normal occult notes, from a certain perspective, it could secretly spread the abnormality that "the state of the secret society is not right" to the outside world.

Nicholas squeezed his crystal monocle and smiled. "Once they've collected most of the notes, I think they'll be able to get to the truly problematic ones. That's going to be quite interesting, isn't it?"

The owner of the occult notes you follow has gone crazy. The mental shock before and after, and the extraordinary people who collected the notes and were frightened by the weirdness and horror, will become one of the ways for Tang the Mysterious Servant to digest the potion.

Tang put down the yellowed notes in his hand and stared intently at the secret doll in front of him. After a few seconds, he lowered his gaze.

"It seems that part of Amon's consciousness has been stitched together well with you."

Very good, this is really Amon.

Nicholas smiled and said, "Your request is my desire."

"Well, let's start preparing for the promotion ceremony." Tang ate the last bite of pastry and prepared to travel around the world in the next two days, trying to digest the ancient scholar's potion within a week.

Nicholas smiled and nodded, and Tang stood up and left the cafe.

The crimson moon in the sky was still there, and the stars surrounded the starry sky, giving Tang the illusion that he was gazing at the distant and boundless universe.

Tang stared at the sky above him for a few seconds before disappearing and returning to his residence.

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A young man wearing a baseball cap walked out of the spirit world. He was carrying a postman's bag and dressed like a common postman in Loen. He looked ordinary and simple. His appearance did not attract anyone's attention, and no one noticed him.

The young man who came out of the spiritual world was wearing thick coarse cloth gloves. He took out a letter from the bag he was carrying, which seemed to be stuffed with letters. After confirming his destination through the words written in Hermetic on the back of the letter, he threw the letter out.

A letter sealed with red paint, simple and clean but with a certain weight, flew into the wind as the postman moved. Like a magic trick, the letter passed through the neatly trimmed courtyard and entered the gap at the bottom of the gate of the target address.

After doing all this, the postman carrying the heavy bag disappeared in a hurry, as if he was heading to his next destination.

The letter lay silently on the carpet inside the door until the housemaid discovered this inexplicable letter and handed it to the owner of the mansion. "Miskatonic? Archer, how come I didn't know you were involved in the university recently?"

The man of the house gave the letter to his youngest son.

Archer Lancaster, a blond, blue-eyed, and handsome man in his early twenties, frowned and took the letter from his father's desk.

He saw the address on the envelope, which read, in Hermetic script, 'Miskatonic University Registrar's Office, Mr. Archer Lancaster.' He pondered for a moment and shook his head. "I really haven't had any contact with any university. Perhaps they're here to seek cooperation, Father."

"Seeking cooperation?" The somewhat rough-looking middle-aged man in his late forties burst into laughter and slammed the table. "Interesting! A university wants to cooperate with us?"

Then he snorted again. "Hmph, those so-called universities these days are nothing more than a bunch of people with no power, no money, and no land, organized together. They're useless and self-righteous.

"Those guys are a bunch of sons of bitches. They look down on us who only care about money. Every time I see them, I want to twist their heads off and stuff them up their asses. They think they are more noble than us just because they can read a few words."

"Archer, we don't need technology, we don't need unrealistic things. I know you've been researching similar things recently, but you know that the reason we can survive and not have our territory taken away by those damn guys is not because of that knowledge! We rely on weapons! We rely on iron-blooded tactics! What's the point of those words?! Don't you understand even those flowery curses?"

It can be seen that this man with rough features and an overwhelming temperament, every word and every sentence expressed extreme dissatisfaction and deep disgust towards the so-called "university".

Besides the official, publicly funded specialized schools backed by Loen, so-called "universities" also included numerous organizations that operated as "academic discussion" and "seminar" venues. These organizations, calling themselves "XX University," were in reality short on enrollment and funding, and even their primary research locations frequently changed, often in abandoned buildings.

These organizations, using the name of 'XX University' to deceive people while presenting themselves as scholars, have become common in Loen in recent years.

"I understand, Father."

Archer put the letter down, without any intention of opening it on the spot.

He put the letter into his pocket and said to his father, "The Silas gang will come to 31 Griffin Street at three o'clock this afternoon. They are very sincere."

Archer's father waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

Archer left his father's study, returned to his own room, and took the letter out of his pocket.

He was silent for a while before opening the letter.

There was a series of words written in fluent Hermetic language, but it was not, as Archer guessed, an unknown university or an organization without funds, seeking cooperation in order to obtain a certain amount of gold pounds.

That was stated in a very official manner.

"Dear Mr. Archer Lancaster:"

"We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Miskatonic University. Enclosed are the relevant instructions."

“学期定于513年9月1日开始，我们将于7月31日之前静候您的回信。”

"Miskatonic University, Office of the Registrar:"

"Josh Collins, respectfully."

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Notes:

In Winter County, downtown Rivera, the girl was holding a piece of paper, hiding in a dark and narrow place, shivering, and wrapping her tattered coat tighter.

She murmured softly about the strange words on the letter. She clearly didn't recognize any of them, yet she could understand every word, as if the words had automatically arranged themselves into a structure that she could understand. Even a homeless person who didn't understand Loen, had never heard of Hermes, wasn't familiar with Giant or Dragon Language, and hadn't received any enlightenment education could understand them.

"Please sign your name on the accompanying ticket before July 7st (if you are unsure how to write your name, please drop a drop of your own blood on the ticket; this action will have the same effect). If you fail to provide a special explanation after the deadline, the school will assume that you have waived your admission. Please be aware of this situation."

"After confirming receipt of the letter, the Spirit World Express will arrive at your location on time at 8:31 PM on August 8st. Please board the train with your ticket. (If you have lost your ticket, please ask the conductor for a replacement ticket after boarding the train)..."

……

"Miskatonic University, the greatest wonder of this era... The campus is picturesque year-round and is at the forefront of the world in mysticism, history, archaeology, theology, psychology, medicine, mathematics, and other fields..."

"Our school boasts advanced teaching facilities and a strong faculty. Beyond high-quality instruction, we are also committed to enriching students' extracurricular activities, organizing numerous exploratory team-building activities around the world..."

“The school is well-known in the academic community for its rich collection of books, and the school museum has a rich collection and is regularly open to the public…

"If you are a seeker of knowledge determined to explore the truth of the world, then this university is definitely your best choice. Expert professors in various fields will guide you here..."

Tang looked at the enrollment brochure he had written with satisfaction.

Well, if translated, it roughly means:
All fields are at the forefront of the world: the system's reserves have been emptied, and a handful of wool has been fleeced from the wilderness of knowledge. After three hundred years of precipitation, if the knowledge reserves of such puppets cannot reach the forefront of the world and beat the old-fashioned people here, then the system might as well commit suicide.

Enrich students' extracurricular life, organize exploration and team-building activities, and travel all over the world: the puppets are running around the world, and the puppets promoted to trick wizards and the puppets with spirit insects are madly developing and going offline one after another, and it is just a matter of time before the whole world is filled.

The library has a rich collection of books: "The Book of the Dead", the kind that will make you explode just by looking at it.

The museum has a rich collection: Do you know about monocles?
Experts and professors from various fields: It’s me, it’s me, it’s all me.

(End of this chapter)