Mystery: A Spark

Is that all? No interrogation, no supervision—Mr. "Chariot" is truly remarkable; things really went exactly as he predicted. Derrick took the formula, somewhat dazed, and turned to leave.

Even after leaving the round tower, Derrick still felt that his experience was somewhat unreal, like a dream.

Inside a room at the top of the round tower, Colin Iliad watched Derrick's departing figure with a relieved smile on his face.

"Let the people below observe for a while. You can help keep an eye on things occasionally so they can notice, but don't go too far."

"Yes, Chief."

Behind Colin, a shadow crawled and disappeared.

......

Nighttime, on the outskirts of Tingen.

Inside a house with a dark red chimney, a quill pen, unattended, is furiously writing on an open notebook.

"Incredibly, Klein Moretti miraculously sensed Ince Zangwell's hidden influence and saw the dark red chimney."

"Even after being reminded by Azik, a history professor at Hoy University, it is still a difficult thing to understand."

"Klein Moretti hired three private investigators to investigate this matter, hoping to find the mastermind, Ince Zangwell, more quickly."

"However, just as the three detectives' investigation was nearing its end, they were hampered by a variety of unexpected events."

“That makes perfect sense, because private investigators are always embroiled in all sorts of troubles, and our stories aren’t made up.”

The quill pen began to dance more merrily across the notebook, as if it had encountered some momentous occasion—

"Aha! After the Aurora Society members reported the disappearance of the true Creator's offspring, instead of causing a ruckus in Tingen as Ince Zangwill had planned, they were all recalled to Backlund."

"Oh! This is the best mockery of Ince Zangwell's writing skills, because even a mad cultist cannot make a reasonable arrangement."

"Poor Ince Zangwell, when will he ever possess even a fraction of the talent of a quill pen to write a reasonable and interesting story?"

Ince Zangwell stared at the cursive words written in his notebook, his scalp tingling with rage as he sat at his desk.

"Fool! The offspring of the evil god disappeared in Tingen. What's the point of sending everyone back to Backlund? The followers of the true creator are all useless!"

After hurling a few angry curses, Ince Zangwell quickly calmed down and began racking his brains for a solution.

If you want to distract the night watchman and help him achieve his goal, you need someone with moderate combat strength.

Too strong is no good, as it could easily backfire on him; too weak is also no good, as it wouldn't effectively distract the night watchman's energy.

But now, the evil god's offspring have mysteriously disappeared, the Aurora Society members have all run away, and the Secret Cult has been beaten so badly that they dare not show their faces.

In such a large city as Tingen, it's surprisingly difficult to find a single force with any real fighting strength.

But Ince Zangwill, after all, was once an archbishop, and with his extensive experience, he came up with a good option after careful consideration.

Moreover, just in case, he plans to make two preparations this time.

He picked up the quill pen and wrote:

"The three private detectives hired by Klein Moretti have all escaped trouble one after another, and he will get the investigation report on the Red Smokers from these three detectives."

"Although he obtained the report, he would always choose routes that did not include the target during his search. Perhaps only at the right time would he find the right target."

"In order to completely pit the Conservative Party and the New Party in Tingen, and to vent the madness that had been building up since her physical transformation, Mrs. Sharon decided to risk killing MP John Maynard."

"Her reasons were not strong enough, her motives were not strong enough, but she still went ahead with it. Everyone has moments when they are not clear-headed, and she was in that phase. Moreover, she was confident that she would not be discovered."

"Unfortunately, her husband's mysterious death aroused the suspicion of Congresswoman Maynard's wife, who will seek out Blackthorn Security through tobacco merchant Vikroll..."

......

On Tuesday morning, Klein arrived at Mr. Azik's house.

Fortunately, he happened to run into Mr. Azik, who was returning from his trip last night.

Klein then told Mr. Azik that he had seen the portrait of the other person in the town of Ramd.

At Mr. Azik's request, Klein accompanied him to the castle in the town of Ramd, where they found the headless skeleton inside the coffin.

And this skeleton is the remains of one of Mr. Azik's descendants from a previous life.

Stimulated by the skeleton, Mr. Azik regained some of his memories and decided to track down the person who took his child's skull.

After comforting Mr. Azik, Klein asked him to create some paranormal events in a nearby town in the near future.

He wanted to take this opportunity to get the Night Watchman to bring out the sealed artifact, the "Mutated Sun Emblem," so that he could create the Sunfire Talisman for self-defense.

After Klein took Mr. Azik home, he unexpectedly encountered Mr. "Chariot" here.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then Klein took his leave.

After Klein left, Arthur walked over to Mr. Azik, who had witnessed the entire interaction between him and Klein.

"Hello, Mr. Azik."

Chapter 81 Conversation with Azik

Azik's home.

After leading Arthur into the living room on the first floor, Azik and Arthur took their seats on the soft sofa.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

After they sat down, Azik took out a box of cigars from his pocket and handed it to Arthur.

Goodness, Mr. Azik, you really enjoy sharing cigars with others. But, should I try some...? Arthur looked at the cigar in front of him, feeling a little tempted.

In his previous life, he had no interest in tobacco because he didn't like the smell, so he rarely touched it.

However, influenced by various movies and TV shows, Arthur always felt that cigars were a more sophisticated thing than tobacco.

Therefore, he had always been somewhat curious about the taste of cigars.

But despite his curiosity, Arthur didn't spend money to buy cigars to try in his previous life.

Because in his mind, this thing is considered a relatively high-end luxury item.

Of course, it's not that I can't afford it.

However, if it were a matter of spending several thousand dollars on a high-quality graphics card, Arthur would consider it.

But if you ask him to spend the same amount of money on cigars, well, you could say he could buy them, but it's unnecessary.

Now that he had the chance to try a cigar, Arthur naturally didn't want to miss it.

So he reached out and took the cigar.

Then he just sat there blankly, not knowing what to do next.

Because he had never even smoked a cigarette in his previous life, he naturally had no idea how to make a cigar.

Azik smiled when he saw him staring blankly at the cigar, then reached into the box, took out a cigar himself, and then took out a cigar cutter.

He first cut off the cigar cap, then took out a match, lit it, and slowly heated the end of the cigar.

So that's how it's made... Arthur reached out and took the cigar cutter from Azik, and began to imitate him.

Azik took a puff of his cigar, exhaled a puff of smoke, and asked:

"You're Klein's friend, right? You're an Extraordinary like him, aren't you?"

“Yes, Mr. Azik, I am also an Extraordinary.”

After Arthur cut off the cigar cap, he held the cigar in his hand.

Then, he used a very cool pose he learned from a movie, and rubbed his hands together.

A small flame ignited at his fingertips, slowly roasting the end of the cigar.

Azik glanced at Arthur's actions, then at the cigar in his own hand.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that the cigar in his hand didn't taste the same as it used to.

"Impressive ability," he sincerely praised.

It's not that this ability is particularly powerful, but rather that for a cigar enthusiast like him, it's something he's always dreamed of.

Arthur smiled and said:

"You flatter me. In your eyes, this is nothing more than a little trick that can only be used to light a cigar."

"Heh, extraordinary abilities are fine as long as they're useful; sometimes being powerful can actually cause trouble," Azik said with deep feeling.

“Yes, you’re right. The further you go down this path, the easier it is to lose your true nature.” Arthur agreed with this statement.

Although Mr. Azik was powerful, in the original story he was constantly living and dying due to a problem with his soul.

He has to die once every sixty years, and after coming back to life, he loses all his memories, which is quite a ordeal.

It wasn't until he met Klein in this life that he finally had a true friend he could confide in.

In Arthur's view, Mr. Azik and Klein's relationship could be described as both mentor and friend, rather than simply a relationship of a powerful figure and a subordinate.

Moreover, the relationship between these two was purer and more natural than any of Klein's relationships with anyone else.

“Nature…” Azik sighed, then chuckled and asked:

"Hehe, I wonder if Klein has mentioned me to you?"

“No,” Arthur replied.

"However, I do know something about your situation, and I know that you have some memory problems."

He put the finally lit cigar in his mouth, took a puff, and found the taste surprisingly good.

"Oh?" Azik looked somewhat surprised.

"I've heard that in Sequence Four of the Corpse Collector Path, a situation similar to yours might occur."

"The extraordinary ones in this sequence die once every sixty years, then are resurrected and lose their memories."

"I remember, the name of this sequence is something like..." Arthur pretended to be trying hard to remember.

For amnesiac patients like Mr. Azik, the best approach is to talk about things they are most familiar with, like this.

However, one should not say everything; one should leave room for interpretation in order to guide the other person to recall the events on their own.

As expected, Azik fell into deep thought after hearing Arthur's words.

After a while, he said in a low voice: