Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 139 The Allure of Success

Wait, right!

Fors, who was initially somewhat disappointed, was awakened by Philip's words and immediately realized that all she needed to do was to fight the Full Moon's Talk, not to take precautions. This could have been discussed in advance.

The only uncertainty is the blood moon, but each year you only need to endure a few minutes of pain once or twice, or even four or five times, which is undoubtedly much better than before.

just

During the full moon, I will have almost no fighting power due to the curse. Hugh has only just obtained the "Sheriff's" potion recipe and has not yet collected the materials. During this period, I can only act as an "arbitrator". Thinking of the awkward situation I will face, Fors frowned slightly and became somewhat conflicted.

If the man in front of you has malicious intentions.

Fors wasn't sure if Mr. A's reputation would be enough to intimidate him, but the chances were slim. Even if Hugh managed to leave with her to seek justice from Mr. A, the latter would be able to leave Backlund immediately.

Philip didn't try to guess the writer's thought process; his intention was simply to help out because of their relationship. After all, since she had such needs, her situation was probably quite dangerous.

If Miss Justice confirms the contact later, and Fors passes the test and joins the Tarot Club, then Philip wouldn't mind using talismans to establish a long-term trading chain.

Alternatively, he could develop a second follower. After being promoted to "the undead," his life would at least be basically guaranteed. With the ability to act, it wouldn't be difficult for him to advance further, and he could turn his attention to the Shadow World.

This thing is what got him targeted by the evil god. Although it hasn't caused much real harm so far, and in most cases he's even benefited more, Philip still can't accept living like this in such an ambiguous situation.

At least you should know the details.

"I understand, thank you very much."

Fors leaned forward slightly to express her gratitude. Her tightly pursed lips relaxed, and she said sincerely, "September 23rd, which is tomorrow night, I hope you can use your abilities to help me until dawn."

Ok? !

Philip glanced at Fors, who was shrouded in a black robe, with some surprise, and an overwhelming sense of doubt welled up in his heart.

Without a doubt, based on the calendar, Miss Fors's request, and the other party's description, he could only arrive at one answer by combining all of these factors—

The Curse of the Full Moon.

That's impossible. What kind of wild extraordinary would be so stupid as to take the "prisoner" route, and even if they wanted to, they couldn't? Besides, if they really are extraordinary through the "prisoner" route, then their origin is a very intriguing question.

Either Fors is a hedonist, and his outward appearance is fake; he is actually a Rose School spy planted in Backlund. Or the other side is a temperance advocate.

But those who indulge in hedonism wouldn't worry about the full moon curse at all. However, if Fors is truly a person of moderation, it would be a miracle that he has survived being out in the public eye for so long, and the possibility of it being so slim.

Philip stopped his rapid thought, stroked his chin, and said calmly, "The Curse of the Full Moon, you're a member of the Rose School?"

No, it's not.

Fors immediately expressed his denial.

Her mouth opened and closed for two seconds, as if she was struggling with something, but she finally compromised and said, "I used some extraordinary item, and in return, I will be cursed every night of the full moon and the blood moon."

"I'll help you with that? Do you think I don't worry about this myself?" Philip raised an eyebrow, a stiff smile playing on his lips. "Miss, I hope you understand that short-term use and maintaining it all night are two completely different concepts."

Without a reliable person by his side to assist him, even with the Mind's Eye's "Soothing," the "Ember" spell, or even the Fool's triple protection of the Call to Despair, Philip wouldn't dare to face the curse of the "living dead."

After the party ends, he might go to the Brave Ones bar to find Marich and Sharon. If things really fall apart and he gets out of control, the two of them working together can at least pull him back without causing too much trouble.

This is difficult.

Philip had a headache.

I initially thought it was just a one-time, minor issue, but judging from the current situation, the other person is the type who needs long-term help, and just like me, he won't be able to spare any time at all.

"I"

Fors's initial joy was instantly replaced by apprehension. Since the other party had said such a thing, it meant that it was possible to free her from the full moon, but the reward of 20 pounds would not be enough.

Thanks to Miss Audrey's revenge, her current financial situation is quite good, but if she were to support such large-scale expenditures, she could probably only sustain it a few more times.

But it's better than completely losing control and turning into a monster.

Just as he was about to offer a price, Fors suddenly had a thought and asked, "Sir, I wonder if you can use this ability on yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Philip stopped thinking, tilted his head slightly, propped his head up with his elbow on the armrest, and said with a hint of doubt, "Okay, what's wrong?"

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

"I can offer an extraordinary item as a reward, which allows the holder to teleport to the spirit world, but only once."

Fors' words brought Philip to a sudden halt. The latter narrowed his eyes slightly, gradually becoming serious. "The side effect of that thing is the Full Moon Curse?"

"To be precise, that's not the case."

Fors shook his head, not intending to evade the issue, and explained seriously: "To be precise, it's some kind of delirious rambling that appears during blood moons and full moons, and each time it's more severe than before. Of course, it could also be because I have no means of countermeasures and have been passively accepting it until now."

It's getting worse.

Philip's restless heart was suppressed by reason. He knew what teleportation to the spirit world meant, and as a sixth-order rank man, he was confident that even if a ninth-order rank man used this ability, escaping from a fifth-order rank man without the relevant means would not be too difficult.

As for demigods, it's hard to say, but if they seize the right opportunity and the opponent doesn't have any good countermeasures, they can also escape.

As for the Full Moon's Whispers, when you really need to use this thing to save your life, who cares about these things? It's just that someone sings for free when you receive the curse, so you can just listen carefully.

Philip pondered for a dozen seconds, then nodded and said, "Alright, that's a very sincere offer, enough to tempt me, but before that, I need to confirm one thing, oh, this might be a bit presumptuous."

"Please speak."

"You're Fors Wall, the author of 'Stormy Heights,' right?"

(End of this chapter)