Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 140 Message

Forsdale frowned slightly. This sudden remark left her somewhat bewildered. Was the other person warning or threatening her, or did they say they had seen her somewhere before?

The latter is highly likely. I'm pretty sure I didn't reveal anything just now. Fors's mind raced, recalling all her experiences before this. Only after confirming that she hadn't made enemies with anyone did her expression soften, and she shook her head, saying:

"Sir, this has nothing to do with our deal, does it?"

She neither confirmed nor denied it, but secretly prepared herself to return to the lobby immediately so that Mr. A could handle the situation should the other party make any unusual moves.

Even if there are any other unexpected events, they are not difficult for the "apprentice".

"Don't misunderstand, well, it's a bit hard to explain, but what I want to say is that if that 'arbitrator' lady wants to be promoted to Sequence Seven, she can consider my channel. I have a special trait of the 'Interrogator' and a potion recipe."

Fors listened in a daze, unable to fathom the other party's true intentions. She could only nod and say, "I will pass on the message to her, but whether she will agree is another matter."

Despite this, Fors was unwilling to let her friend take the risk and decided that she had to dissuade him properly later, at least to ensure that there were no mistakes before considering this channel.

"Very well, we've finished discussing the trivial matters. Let's get down to business." Philip clasped his hands together on the table, a smile playing on his lips. "Actually, I have a good suggestion, but it will test your tone and the level of trust between us."

Fors looked puzzled. "Why do you say that?"

"My abilities actually come from a hidden being, unknown to most, but who is friendly to humanity. No need to argue with that, at least from the perspective of a deity."

Philip continued, "I can try to convert you into His follower. Although you can't apply your abilities to others like I do, praying to Him in crucial moments will be enough to combat the Full Moon Curse."

Fors opened her mouth slightly, but upon hearing the other person's words, she felt they were somewhat absurd. After a few seconds of silence, she ultimately remained silent.

"It still looks like it's not quite there yet."

Philip casually spread his hands and sighed, then placed three "Ember" talismans on the table and pushed them towards the other person. "Consider this a token of sincerity. The incantation is 'Ember.' These three should be enough for you to get through tomorrow night, but remember to keep it a secret."

"The formal transaction will take place at the next gathering. If you choose to become a believer, then simply give me that extraordinary item. If you don't want to choose that path, I will give you six talismans to complete the transaction."

this.

Fors slowly stretched his hand forward, his fingertips cautiously touching the warm, smooth surface of the silver sheet. He then took it into his palm, carefully examining the incantation on it, and became conflicted.

If the price is truly within an acceptable range, she would even accept praying to an evil god, because there really is no other good way. As that rambling gradually intensifies, sooner or later she will lose control and become a monster.

Based on my memory, this isn't one of those evil gods harboring malice towards humanity; its name even leans towards positive. But just to be on the safe side, I'll need to double-check later, if possible.

Fors's hand suddenly clenched.

If she could truly obtain the help of this mysterious being, she would no longer need to worry about any ramblings, whether it was a blood moon or a full moon.

Fors never wanted to experience that feeling of gradually moving towards madness between lucidity and pain, that feeling of exhausting all his strength but being helpless, and even feeling like he could only lie again.

"Hugh, what's wrong?"

Anxious, Fors put away the talisman and returned to the hall, only to find that Hugh, who should have been waiting for her, was walking towards her from the study, his pensive expression still on his face.

Hugh shook his head, sat down close to Fors, subtly glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then said in an extremely low voice:

"Someone knows I bought the 'Sheriff's' potion recipe, and he said he can give me commissions. In return, I can get the 'Sheriff's' extraordinary materials."

Fors's words were stuck in his throat, difficult to utter and difficult to swallow.

Her mind raced, trying to confirm whether the events of the past two days were a trap, but by the time she remembered to control her facial expressions, her friend Hugh had already noticed her unusual behavior.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Fors pursed her lips, but ultimately did not hide anything and recounted what she had just experienced and the deal Philip had proposed.

Hearing about such a coincidence, even Hugh, who had lived among the gangsters and the poor in the East District for many years and was very knowledgeable, frowned.

But she quickly composed herself and, after confirming the details of the transaction, reassured them, "Don't worry, it's probably just a coincidence. If they really had designs on the two of us Sequence Nines, they wouldn't have needed to do this."

"The 'interrogator' is too far away for me, but it's undeniable that it's a possible path. After all, I can't say that the people I've just met are entirely trustworthy. I'll consider these things after I've digested the 'sheriff's' potion."

Shee phrased it very tactfully, but she knew in her heart that even if that time came, she would be lucky if she could buy either a potion recipe or an extraordinary trait with the money she had; the other one would most likely have to be obtained through items or other means.

She couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

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

But this helpless sigh was tinged with relief and satisfaction. As long as the transactions in these two places were successful, it wouldn't be long before she could become a mid-series extraordinary being.

"By the way, Fors."

Hugh changed the subject, looking at his friend with a serious expression, "You must not try to contact the hidden existence that guy mentioned. You should also make sure there are no problems with this talisman, and only use it when you are really about to give up."

"It's just a bit troublesome right now, but if the method that guy offers is a trap, you're in danger!"

"I know"

Fors smiled and gave her friend Hugh a reassuring smile. Only after the other person was relieved and turned their attention elsewhere did she lower her eyes slightly to hide the helplessness in her eyes.

She wasn't lying; it was all the truth. But to avoid worrying her best friend, she didn't reveal the true extent of the full moon's ramblings' impact on her.

If there's no other way, at most three or four more times, even if she doesn't want to take the risk, she'll have no choice but to do it at the moment of death.

(End of this chapter)