Mystery: Death Singer

Cheap rental housing in the eastern part of Backlund.

Edric glanced at the bustling crowd outside the window and began sorting through his evening's haul:

"A special and extraordinary characteristic, corresponding to both 'Witch' and 'Fighter,' can show Mr. Azik what its special features are and why it can possess the abilities of two paths simultaneously."

"Three ancient books on occultism: The Realm of the Sun - Ritual Magic Explained, The Necronomicon, and War is the Art of the Crowd."

"I don't need that book on ritual magic, so I can sell it to Klein or other members of the Tarot Society, such as 'The Sun' Derrick. As a 'Singer,' he would definitely be interested in ritual magic from this path."

"Moreover, based on my observations over this period of time, this kid isn't that bad. He should have already realized the special qualities he possesses, or rather, the special qualities of the specific location of Silver City."

"A book that could potentially help him understand 'other cities'—I can't think of any reason not to buy it."

"A long, scarlet tongue with many barbs. Although I don't know what sequence of potion material it is, the fact that it can be placed in a seal applied by a sequence five magical item means it is at least a mid-series level."

"I don't need it. I need to find out the details as soon as possible and then find an opportunity to sell it."

"In addition, all the gold and ancient books have been entrusted to Freya and Solana for consignment. With the contract and Mr. Azik's presence, there's no need to worry about them running away with the money."

Even Edric couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement when he thought about the at least 50,000 gold pounds he could earn that night.

With this money, as long as the channels are available, he won't have to worry about any potion recipes or potion materials before he becomes a demigod. If he's careful with his money, he can even set aside some gold pounds to buy a useful magical item!

That "Gem of Light" is so powerful, does Edric really not want it at all? Of course he does! He dreams of it!

If possible, Edric would also be willing to exchange a portion of his gold for the "Gem of Light," since gold can be earned again, but magical items with few negative effects and considerable usefulness are hard to come by.

But he had no choice. As a "psychic," his body had long been transformed into a zombie-like form by a magic potion. If he were to forcibly use the "Gem of Light," it would be like a self-destructing truck among self-destructing trucks, a "killing move" that would kill a thousand enemies while losing ten thousand of his own.

—Once "Holy Light" is used, regardless of whether the opponent lives or dies, Edric himself is doomed.

Just then, two soft knocks sounded at the door.

Tap~ Tap~

Edric abruptly stood up from his chair, his right hand shoving into his pocket as he stared blankly toward the door.

The next moment, he stopped his hand that had touched the Solomon coin, and with a smile, quickly opened the door, where he saw the familiar figure with black hair, brown eyes, and gentle features.

"Mr. Azik! Thank you for your help tonight. Without you, I might not have been able to return to Backlund safely."

As he spoke, Edric stepped aside to let Azik into the rented room.

Only after the door was closed and Azik casually hung his top hat and coat on the coat rack did he smile gently and say:

"No, I can sense that the red-haired man has no ill intentions. You can return safely even without me."

Good heavens, that Cyril demigod actually came? He really values ​​Solana... Edric clicked his tongue inwardly, then added to himself:

"Having no ill will towards 'Azik,' who is at least a demigod, does not mean that having no ill will towards 'Edric,' who is merely a 'psychic.'"

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Edric learned that Azik had been retracing his steps and meeting up with his former teachers and classmates.

The only pity is that the gentleman still couldn't recall any clues about the past, nor could he find out why he had ended up in Backlund.

After chatting for a while, Azik, who had already lit a cigar, suddenly laughed:

"Thanks to your call, I met that red-haired man and remembered some things from the past. I think I participated in the 'Battle of the Four Emperors' and met people with the same bloodline as him."

"Although I haven't been able to fully recall it yet, I have a feeling that the starting point for my repeated amnesias should be that massive war that swept across the entire continent."

Edric's eyes widened upon hearing this. He hadn't recovered much of his memory of Azik, only knowing that this powerful figure was incredibly strong. Hearing that the other party had personally participated in the "Battle of the Four Emperors," he was naturally amazed.

He wanted to ask more about the details of the war between the Four Emperors, but unfortunately, Mr. Azik had only recovered a few memories. Apart from having met the ancestor of the Cyril demigod, there was not much else left.

As dawn broke, Azik rose from the armchair to say goodbye, explaining that he would be searching for historical accounts related to the "Battle of the Four Emperors" to see if he could recover more of his memories.

Edric offered his best wishes with envy, hoping that everything would go well for Azik.

After watching the other person disappear into the stairwell, he sighed with an inexplicable expression.

"Sigh... When will I be able to meet someone I remember and recover some useful memories? And what exactly is that dark river, and where is it?"

During this time, Edric did regain some other memories, but they were all trivial matters that were completely useless, such as his past life when he only ordered sweet milk tea, and how he would eat a certain brand of hamburger and then vomit every time he tried it...

He couldn't recall any memories related to the occult, or any hidden memories of this world.

Oh... there seems to be one exception, which is about Leonard Mitchell, the "Star" who hasn't joined the Tarot Club yet. This guy will later be called "the light on the beacon of destiny"?

Edric hadn't yet figured out what the title meant, but "Beacon of Destiny" sounded very prestigious, as if it concealed some earth-shattering secret.

I wonder if I'll be able to make one someday... Edric yawned, his thoughts wandering. The night's running around and fighting had left him exhausted, and sleepiness washed over him like a tide.

Even so, Edric forced himself to wash up and made sure that the spiritual seals on the iron cigarette box and the black bottle were intact before finally lying down on the bed and falling into a deep sleep.