Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 118 Search

Philip explained all the abilities and negative effects of the "Flame Gloves," then added, "But let me make it clear first, this is just a loan. If you lose or damage them by accident, you'll have to pay me back the original price, 2500 pounds."

"2500 pounds. Forget all my savings, even if you sold all your organs, extraordinary traits, and blood, you might only barely scrape together a fraction of that." Klein thought to himself as he said, "Thank you."

"I'll let you know if you need me to."

As the "Clown" of Sequence Eight, it would still be somewhat dangerous for him to try to obtain the potion formula from the members of the Secret Order as originally planned. However, with this extraordinary item, the level of danger would be within a controllable range.

Of course, this is on the premise that people at the Sequence Five or even Sequence Six levels cannot be alerted, otherwise the situation will not be so easy to control.

If I owned a few properties in Backlund, I wouldn't have to worry at all. I could find a way to buy them at the Extraordinary Gathering, and with Philip accompanying me, there would basically be no problems.

Klein swallowed a mouthful of bread and, noticing that Philip had already finished eating, said before the other could make a move, "I'll wash it."

After all, he probably wouldn't have any important tasks to ask for these next two days, and there wasn't anything urgent to do. Rather than letting time slip by, he could use these chores to pass the time and prevent his mind from becoming complacent.

No, you want to be a male servant too?

Even though Philip didn't know how to express his feelings, he could only smile slightly and nod in agreement, "Okay."

"Well, keep it up. If you're willing to take on household chores, I don't mind paying you £1 a week. It depends on your willingness. After all, let alone maids and male servants, we can't even hire maids for chores."

£1 a week seems like a good idea.

Klein roughly simulated the layout of the entire house in his mind, and the powerful body control and agility brought by his "Clown" potion made him involuntarily excited.

He was really afraid of being poor again. Once he had saved up a certain amount of money, he could find a secret place to hide it or deposit it directly into an anonymous account, so as to avoid the predicament he would face after his resurrection in Tingen.

Seeing that Klein had actually agreed, Philip breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that he could now save some time to rest or do something else.

He exchanged a few last words with Klein, then tidied his clothes, disguised himself as Jane Charlotte, went out, hailed a horse-drawn carriage, and headed straight for the East End.

East End, Dalavi Street.

Inside a cramped yet bustling tavern.

Amidst the boisterous atmosphere at the bar, the horse-faced man, who had been laughing and drinking heartily, paused slightly, turned to look at Philip, and said with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, "You mean, you're going to place a commission?"

"That guy who was here with me last month, wanting to make a living as a bounty hunter, ha, what a strange thing, but this is Belland, anything is possible."

Philip opened his palm and smiled, saying, "That's just how it is."

His tone was completely devoid of the caution and restraint of someone who had just arrived here; instead, it carried a strange confidence. "There are indeed many wonderful things in this world, and I just happened to come across one that was to my advantage."

"Alright, alright." Williams waved his hand dismissively, took two more sips of the wine in his wooden cup, and then asked, "What exactly do you want me to do? Let me make it clear beforehand: not all of my money goes into my own pocket, so don't even think about haggling."

Philip took the "half and half" drink that the boss had already prepared, sipped it a few times, and finding that he was starting to get used to the taste, he took a sip, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said casually:

"The East District and the Bridge District are known for their wicked deeds; their deaths wouldn't be a loss. The forces behind them aren't exactly terrifying. How much do you need information on these guys, including their usual routines and addresses, one by one?"

Upon hearing this, Williams, who was drinking, suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze, which had been somewhat hazy due to drunkenness, suddenly became clear. After looking at Philip for several seconds, he said:

"If it's just about movement patterns and addresses, I believe many of my men would be interested, and many gangs can meet your requirements. It's not difficult. For every location, there are at least several people in the vicinity."

It's a pity. If only I could find a way to pay off the negative effects of "Crawling Hunger." Although that guy is more well-behaved in the Shadow World, who knows what kind of monster he'd be in if I let him starve for two days and then took him out?

This extraordinary item was too valuable, so valuable that he didn't want to take any risks. The only person who posed almost no risk was Mr. Azik, who could certainly solve the problem, or at the very least provide a solution. However, contacting him also carried a great deal of risk.

It came into Ince Zangwell's view.

Philip wasn't sure if the archbishop who had defected from the Church of the Goddess of Night had been promoted to demigod. If he had, then the person in charge of 008, even with Mr. Azik's obstruction, would surely thrive.

As his thoughts raced, he nodded and said, "If possible, I'd like to get someone's information today, at least before 9 p.m. tonight."

Williams tapped his fingers lightly on the bar counter, and after a long silence, he finally spoke: "Mr. Celeste, although I don't know where your confidence comes from, I want to make it clear beforehand that if anyone investigates my situation, I have no obligation to keep it a secret for you."

"no problem."

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

Philip took Williams's reminder to heart but paid no attention to it. After all, there were too many small gangs in Backlund, none of whom were even Extraordinary, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Even if there might be a big gang behind it, sending an extraordinary person to perform dream divination, under his "werewolf" anti-divination ability, he could only see a monster that looked like a werewolf, which had nothing to do with Philip himself, let alone affect Jane Charlotte.

During the following period, Philip silently watched as Williams summoned several unfamiliar men who came to the tavern one after another, and after more than two hours of effort, he directly found seven or eight detailed addresses for Philip.

Although he didn't gain any specific information about their movements and routines, Philip didn't need to worry. He could try out the abilities of the "Faceless Man" from "The Wriggling Hunger."

(End of this chapter)