Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 112 Results

The potion recipe, the combination of "Singer" and "Lightbringer," can be put on hold for now, or even completely abandoned if it's not necessary, since Philip isn't sure about the background of the seller who previously sold the "Lightbringer" recipe.

If someone from the Church of the Eternal Sun were to do this, they would likely be targeted. It would be the most unwise choice to rashly offend a church, even if that church is unable to preach in the Kingdom of Rune due to its huge conflict with the Church of the Lord of Storms.

Therefore, it can only be "warrior".

It's just a Sequence 9 potion recipe. Even if there are members of the Church of War at this gathering, they probably won't take it seriously, since it's too common.

As for the "Ember" talisman...

If you can make money, sometimes you don't need to hide it. But the biggest problem is that the effect of this talisman is actually immediate. In other words, its greatest use is to deal with unexpected situations, like when members of the Temperance faction face the Full Moon Curse.

If only there were others who had suffered from similar curses and madness for a long time, and who were still relatively trustworthy. With that thought in mind, Philip still tried to write his words down on the paper the waiter provided.

When the break time, during which people could freely communicate, ended, he noticed that the two items he had just submitted had been added to the list of items on the blackboard:

"Sequence 9 'Warrior' recipe, 220 pounds."

"It can help others cleanse negative emotions and, to some extent, suppress loss of control and madness. £20."

However, these two paragraphs did not elicit any reaction. The party continued as if it were brewing a commotion, but in reality, it was silent. The words that had not yet been erased from the blackboard would fall silent as the waiters removed them, and they would be used for the next party after being tidied up.

Philip had no interest or interest in this; he had already left and boarded a horse-drawn carriage bound for the eastern part of Backlund.

东区

Philip thought about the letter that had been sent to him after he arrived in the East District at noon, aside from the invitation to the party. His heart, which had been at peace for some time, became somewhat depressed again.

The letter came from Admirsol.

After meeting each other in the agreed-upon, albeit clumsy, way, Admiral and Philipp had already established a correspondence, which was completed before heading to Tingen.

If Mr. Hanged Man still hasn't obtained the "Monster's" recipe by next week, I'll have to try to acquire it myself. That way, I can have normal contact with Admitso and make him my follower so he can do more for me. Philip leaned back in his chair and sighed silently.

The letter was very simple. Admiral now works in the East District. His experience in Tingen has allowed him to integrate almost perfectly into the city and make friends with many other workers and even homeless people.

Two days ago, one of them disappeared without a trace. No matter where he might have gone, no one could be found. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

The man's friend couldn't accept the police's perfunctory attitude, so he didn't go to work for the past two days and searched diligently, but he also disappeared last night.

If that were all, there would be no need to report it for the time being. However, when Admitso and several others went there and found that the latter was missing, he sensed a danger lurking in the shadows through a terrifying intuition while he was in the room.

Alone every day, I'm constantly facing the "wriggling hunger," but even if it were truly the other person, I'd probably have a hard time finding out, unless fate smiles upon me—no, fate is unpredictable. Philip smirked, using self-deprecation to ease the fear in his heart.

Mr. Azik was tied down by Ince and couldn't come over to dominate the game. Mr. Fool's followers were nowhere to be seen from beginning to end, just like the members of the Tarot Club, and the messenger couldn't reach Sequence 6 level yet, so he could only provide support.

It seems that Marich is the only option left.

Although I hadn't tried it before, if I were to simply pass the message to Marich in the name of "Ember," it would only take a minute—no, thirty seconds. Thirty seconds would be enough for me to enter the Shadow World.

If the latter is at the Brave Ones Bar in the Bridge District, it only takes a few minutes to get to the East District at a speed comparable to a steam train.

Assuming Zilingus only possesses "Crawling Hunger," the ability of multiple extraordinary beings of the same level, and after using "Heart of Bloodlust" to hold out for three minutes, could I hold out for the rest of the time? Philip pinched his chin, looking at the red moon outside the car window, his expression surprisingly calm.

The answer is yes, you can give it a try.

Philip, who doesn't usually carry the bio-toxin vials and flame gloves, has bought subway round-trip tickets again after receiving Admirsol's letter and brought them back to the East District base. In other words, he is now at his strongest possible level.

It's actually a low-probability event that Zilingus would attack me. If that's the case, I should be grateful for the opportunity God has given me. Stay calm, stay calm.

Philip's mind raced, considering the most dangerous possibilities and realizing that the chances of his plan succeeding needed to be further increased.

If you are really targeted by Zilingus, you can't last even 30 seconds, let alone a minute. It's best to last less than 10 seconds, and you can't completely lose your ability to move during that time. You need to maneuver around.

hiss~

This is a high-risk, high-reward endeavor, but that doesn't mean I have to do it. Is there a safer way? Philip rubbed his forehead, tapping his fingers lightly. His furrowed brow slowly relaxed under the cover of night. He then said to the coachman:

"Sorry, I need to change my destination to Iron Gate Street in the Belland Bridge area."

Iron Gate Street, Brave Ones Bar.

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

Philip removed his hood from the carriage, and after discussing the renewal process with the driver, he pushed open the wooden door of the bar and entered this brightly lit, bustling, and swaying place.

Kaspass stood with his arms crossed in front of the "dog catches mouse" arena. Upon seeing Philip, he limped through the crowd, approached him, and whispered:

"You've come at the right time. Marich has something to tell you. Same place as always."

Has a decision been reached through discussions?

Philip suddenly felt uneasy. If Marich and Sharon were unwilling to accept the task of dealing with Zillingus, no matter how much he coveted the pirate admiral's bounty and "wriggling hunger," he would have to choose to protect himself.

He entered the card room, where Marich was sitting, surrounded by several zombies.

Hearing the door open, he looked up and met Philip's gaze. Then, without blinking, he said, "If you want to deal with Zilingus, Sharon and I will help you. You can take 'Crawling Hunger' and the other odds and ends, but Zilingus's bounty and his extraordinary abilities belong to us."

(End of this chapter)