Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 101 Deception and One Gold Pound

Philip closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the cool air fill his chest. In that coolness, he smiled slightly, as if teasingly saying:

"Alright, if your spirit still exists in heaven, remember to guard your grave well. If someone else finds this gold coin, it probably won't be safe."

"However, if someone is truly struggling financially and needs this gold coin, then you, the deceased, shouldn't hold it against them. I'll make it up to them next time."

"By the way, you can't eat gold pounds after all. I'll bring you sweet iced tea and Dixie pies next time. Um, it's always shameful to waste food, so just think of it as you eating it to please me, not just me, but also because I wanted it to?"

"hehe."

The rambling stopped abruptly.

Philip hugged the tombstone one last time, desperately searching his mind for something to say, but in the very end, he could only utter two brief sentences:

"goodbye."

"Please pray that I can come back someday."

The cemetery has returned to silence.

Until a pale hand emerged from the soil and instinctively touched the cold gold coin.

Wow!

The stone slab was pushed aside, the coffin lid was pushed open, and Klein sat up, looking around somewhat blankly. Then he lowered his head and looked at the gold coin in the intricate lines of his palm, where a little bit of fresh soil still remained.

I've been resurrected?

Klein lifted his clothes and saw the gruesome wounds and missing heart there, slowly and laboriously healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, mysterious and strange.

This time travel was definitely not that simple. The chill around him made Klein shiver. He buttoned up his swallowtail suit, which was also covered in mud, and used the "Clown" ability to flip himself up.

Is this considered a tribute?

Looking at the empty coffin and the epitaph he had written for himself, he opened the gold coins in his hand with a strange expression, trying to pull his thoughts away from his melancholy and sorrow to ponder their origin.

Benson and Melissa had no reason to do this, and they and the rest of the Night Watch team should have arrived during the day; Mr. Azik and Philip had just placed the two bouquets of white flowers here.

Klein touched his right wrist, and the familiar touch told him that the citrine pendant he used for divination was still there, just like his precious clothes, and had not been taken away.

After confirming the accuracy of his answer using pendulum divination, Klein then used divination again to confirm that Captain Dunn, Leonard, and the rest of the Blackthorn Security Company were all alive before he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, everyone was alright. However, when divining the captain, the swinging motion was incorrect, indicating that he was still not in good condition. Following his inspiration, Klein dug out the Azik bronze whistle, and his originally heavy heart relaxed slightly. He felt that his body was no longer so cold.

He suppressed the urge to use dream divination, closed the coffin lid, filled it with soil, covered it with a stone slab, stood up again, roughly cleaned the soil off his body, and then left the place with a tense nerve.

The fact that he had come back from the dead could not be discovered by others. Even Philip, who was also a time traveler, was something that Klein had to find a suitable and appropriate opportunity to tell him.

Thinking of this fellow countryman—no, friend—whom he had only known for two or three months and spent even less time with, he clenched the gold coin in his hand and silently exhaled.

Klein strolled through the streets, countless thoughts flowing peacefully through his mind under the quiet and serene night: the joyful life in the Night Watch squad, his near-death experience, and his hatred for Lanius and Ince Zangwill.

He wasn't sure how many ordinary people were affected by the arrival of the evil god's offspring in the factory area, but it was definitely not just a number of casualties tallied afterward!

Even if it's just two or three people, the impact will be on two or three families who are already struggling to survive. All of this is for those damned guys, because of their selfish desires!

This kind of thing doesn't just happen in Tingen, but at least these two guys absolutely... Klein subconsciously clenched his fist, letting the slight pain from his nails digging into his palm serve as a way to strengthen his resolve to become stronger and seek revenge.

Before that, leaving Tingen and going to other places where he could become stronger is the least he can do, but he only has 1 pound now, which is not enough. Klein touched his body helplessly, but he did not gain anything.

Aside from his clothes, the citrine pendant he carried, and the Azik copper whistle, the only other "tribute" Philip provided was the gold sulphur in his hand.

Fortunately, without you, I'd probably be starving by now, trying to hitch a ride on a steam train or sneak onto a passenger ship and leave down the Hoy River. Klein fiddled with the gold coin in his hand, watching its gleam under the crimson moonlight, and smiled wryly.

He was actually quite reluctant to part with the gold coin, since its commemorative significance outweighed its practical value. However, if he simply left it unused, he could easily starve to death.

There are no prayers coming from here yet, which proves that less than a week has passed since my death. I'll find a place to rest tonight, buy a newspaper tomorrow to confirm the time, and then find a short-stay room for dream divination.

After making his decision, he prepared to rest in a sheltered corner of a street, but after being reminded by a patrolling police officer, he remembered the contents of the Poor Law and could only continue walking along the street.

After an unknown amount of time, the red moon disappeared.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The morning light streamed into a hotel room. Klein, who had put on a fake beard to cover half of his face, stood by the window, swallowing two slices of toast with cheap butter and a dry cigarette, feeling a pang of regret for the money he had just spent.

He walked to the table, and adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, picked up the copy of the Tingen Daily he had bought, stuffed it into his clothes, then pulled down the brim of his top hat, left the hotel, and took a taxi to the steam train station.

A two-hour hotel stay cost 4 pence, a newspaper 1 pence, buttered toast 1.5 pence, a fake beard 6 pence, and a horse-drawn carriage ride 1 soule.

Later, I need to buy tickets to Backlund. That city of hope is not only where Lanius and Ince Zangwill are located, but also where I have the potential to become stronger. I can't miss it.

"Sigh, if I can't earn money when I get to Backlund, let alone become a clown, I'll be a beggar right away." Klein arrived at the steam station and watched the carriage drive away. He touched the money left in his pocket and used his "clown" ability to control his facial expressions, but his heart was still filled with bitterness as he thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)