Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 138 Acquaintances

Inside an unassuming house in Queens.

Philip pushed open the door and stepped inside, but his previously calm and composed movements suddenly froze. He couldn't help but look at the two familiar figures who had found a place to sit down not far away, and he was somewhat taken aback.

Hugh Deercha and Forthwall.

They were actually attending a gathering of extraordinary individuals. If these two weren't from some hidden noble or wealthy family, then the only possibility was that they were extraordinary individuals. Philip tried to shift his gaze elsewhere as naturally as possible to make himself appear less out of place.

But this is truly unexpected. Wait, could the two ladies that "Justice" mentioned, who are suitable for the Tarot Club and are both extraordinary individuals with their own circles and resources, be the two right in front of us?

Forget it, there's too little information.

While extraordinary individuals are rare to begin with, and a pair of extraordinary individuals accompanied by two women is even rarer, in Backlund, a metropolis of five million people, Philip did not believe that the pair before him would be the only exception.

Philip found a seat and watched as the woman named Hugh wrote a note and handed it to the waiter. He was then led toward the study on the first floor, where he fell into deep thought.

What does she want to buy?

With Philip's superhuman vision at Sequence Seven, the entries on the blackboard were laid bare. Following the direction of Ms. Hugh's gaze, he finally found an entry that caught his attention.

"Sequence 8 'Sheriff' potion recipe, 450 pounds..."

According to Miss Justice, the two extraordinary individuals she encountered were on the "Apprentice" and "Arbitrator" pathways, which seemed to make sense. Philip pinched his chin, suppressing his inner thoughts.

At worst, he could wait until the next Tarot meeting and speak with "Justice" alone. If the outcome was as he expected, then the "Interrogator's" potion recipe and extraordinary properties would have a purpose.

It will take a long time, though.

After all, judging from the current situation, Hugh Deercha has only just finished digesting the "Arbitrator" potion. Even if he masters the Acting Technique, it will take him a month or two. If he doesn't master the Acting Technique, then Philip will be waiting forever.

Furthermore, the other party's financial situation also needs to be considered.

Philip pulled his mind away from the matter, and when a waiter approached to ask, he used the pen and paper the waiter offered to write down the important things he had come to do that day:

"Selling the 'Hunter's' extraordinary traits, 400 pounds."

This comes from Meursault's generous sponsorship. Although this amount of profit is of little use to him now, if that Repard really figured out the bicycle, investing in it in advance will at least guarantee a profit later, with virtually no possibility of losing money.

In addition, the "Ember" spell, which was already showing signs of overflowing, forced Philip to continue writing down, as before, that he could help resolve negative emotions such as madness on the spot and even temporarily suppress loss of control.

The price is £20.

Those who don't need it won't even glance at it, but those who truly need it will grit their teeth and accept it, since the price is very reasonable. If someone of extraordinary ability can't scrape together 20 pounds, they might as well just smash their head against a block of tofu and die.

If you resolve the issue face-to-face and leave immediately, you can make a profit of £19 out of thin air if you handle it properly. After all, the creation of talismans mostly relies on that ember, and no matter how you add up the other materials, you can't make £1.

Philip sat quietly in his seat and waited until the break when everyone could talk freely ended. Then, the two items he had just submitted were added to the list of items on the blackboard.

Less than two minutes later, Mr. A's waiter came to the side and quietly led him to the living room on the first floor. Philip blinked, slightly surprised, but still followed.

The fact that there was a response in such a short time made him more inclined to believe that the "Hunter's" extraordinary characteristics had caught someone's attention than the so-called "Ember" talisman. After all, this thing was quite convenient in some ways.

The "Hunter's" ability ranks quite high among the twenty-two pathways of Sequence Nine; in fact, it can be considered very practical. If one has the channels and potion recipes, and sells them to wealthy merchants or other people who need them, the cost price of 400 pounds can definitely generate a huge profit.

Even if we take a step back and assume we don't know the corresponding potion recipe, the probability of failing to become an extraordinary being by directly consuming extraordinary properties is not high.

Not to mention that low-sequence auxiliary materials contain almost no spirituality, even with the extraordinary characteristics of mid-sequence materials, under extremely lucky conditions, some people can still leap forward and successfully consume them.

But this situation is so outrageous that Philip has never seen it before, yet it really exists.

Upon entering the living room, the other party was a hoarse-voiced adult man, shrouded in a black robe, who appeared somewhat hunchbacked, but this was only apparent.

Philip did not engage in further conversation with the other party. He handed over his silver box containing the "red jelly," verified the authenticity of the 400 pounds in cash, and returned to the hall.

However, just a dozen seconds after they sat down, another waiter came over and whispered in their ear.

Philip's expression was somewhat strange. He looked at the blackboard; the entry he had posted about selling "Hunter" extraordinary traits had long since been erased by the guard. There was only one possibility now that someone had come to him.

Could there really be some sucker out of nowhere?

With this in mind, he followed the buyer into a room. Just as he found a chair and sat down, the buyer pushed open the door and walked in.

"Can your abilities only be used on-site?"

Upon hearing the other person's first words, Philip subconsciously raised his eyebrows, not because of the question itself, since he had already anticipated this outcome when writing the entry.

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

It's true that the ability to relieve negative emotions and temporarily suppress madness is great, but whether it can be carried around and used appropriately becomes a question.

If Philip were willing to sell the charms directly, there would be no problem with people lining up outside the door, if not in the lobby, to buy them.

What truly surprised Philip was the other person's voice; even though it was deliberately concealed, he could still recognize the source of the voice.

Fors Wall.

Philip suppressed a twitch at the corner of his mouth and smiled instead, "I think the terms on the blackboard are already very clear. If this ability could really be stored on the person like a talisman, I probably wouldn't need to come to this gathering to sell it."

Fors fell silent.

Under the oppressive influence of the full moon's murmurs, even though she already knew the answer, she couldn't help but ask again, but the answer she received was without a doubt.

Philip glanced at the other person from beneath his hood, and considering the other person's past assistance in the writing field, as well as the possible relationship with "Miss Justice," he decided to speak:

"If you anticipate needing help, I can provide your address so you can send a letter in advance. If you're just doing this as a precaution, please leave."

(End of this chapter)