Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 26 Steve

Philip nodded in agreement with Alger's words, "There's no rush, just keep an eye out for it. I can pay 200 to 300 pounds for it."

"Heh," Alger chuckled, "If it's just a Sequence 9 formula, there isn't really a big problem. But the Life School mainly relies on master-disciple inheritance, so there are very few wild extraordinary individuals, and the formulas are rarely passed down."

After he finished speaking, he paused, then added:

"So £300 is just a base price, and it will increase depending on the actual situation. If you agree, I will try to keep an eye out, but nobody knows how long it will take."

"Yes, no problem," Philip nodded in response.

When the time is right, he will definitely leave the Night Watch team. At that time, he will make Admitso a monster and follow him. With Admitso's superhuman intuition, he can avoid many dangerous problems.

Even at worst, it's not a loss.

Having agreed to the deal, Alger looked around, pondered for a moment, and then suggested, "Mr. Fool, if there's nothing else to do, could we try talking about things happening around us? After all, the value of every event is definitely not the same in the eyes of different people."

"Okay." Klein nodded slightly.

Anyway, he didn't suffer any loss.

Having received a reply of approval, Alger thought for a moment, then spoke first: "That great pirate who calls himself 'Admiral Ludwell' has begun his voyage to explore the eastern end of the Sunia Sea once again."

who? ? ?

Philip blinked, searching his memory, but to no avail. He gave up, looked around, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"The Rose School's influence in Loen has shifted, with a large portion of its members moving to Ahowa County."

"Ahova County?" Alger frowned upon hearing this word. "Why would the Rose School send someone there? Even Backlund would make sense, but that place... I have to say it's strange."

"Why?" Philip quickly asked.

Of the people present, he was the most concerned about this matter, not only because he was in Tingen, Ahova County, but also because he was once a "dead man" personally killed by members of the Rose School.

"Because there is no reason."

Alger explained, "The Rose School originated in the Southern Continent. When the colonial era arrived, it was besieged by the seven major orthodox churches and almost perished, but this led it to expand its membership to the Northern Continent."

"Even so, their situation is far from optimistic. They should be performing bloody rituals in the shadows, adhering to their own licentious beliefs, or hunting down members of the temperance faction."

"For the Rose School to take such a big risk, there must be something extremely important there that is unlikely to be a member of the Temperance School. They probably wouldn't be foolish enough to hide there if they were still alive."

Something extremely important. Philip and Klein repeated this phrase to themselves.

The former breathed a slight sigh of relief and was temporarily at ease, while the latter was worried that the so-called Rose School might come to Tingen and cause some bad things that would interfere with his life.

"The Fool" Klein tapped his fingers lightly on the long table to suppress his anxiety, while simultaneously pondering how to obtain information without losing face or revealing his identity:

"As far as I know, the Secret Order lost a notebook belonging to the Antigonus family."

Antigonus's Notes. Philip froze, his mind racing. Recalling Klein's explanation to him the night before, he felt a sudden, speechless感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling of mixed emotions, including admiration and awe), "What a small world!"

No, wait!

After his reflection, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and noticed a crucial point: even the enigmatic Mr. Fool had taken a liking to this Quaternary notebook!

This suggests that the notebook's value far exceeds what Klein described, and there may be some deeper secrets behind it.

Try to remind them.

As Philip's thoughts drifted and he brought them back together, it was Audrey's turn to speak. Having prepared her words in advance, she began to recount her parents' and brother's dissatisfaction with the current chaotic government structure.

Faced with this political problem, Philip believed that the knowledge he had learned from political and historical books was somewhat useful, but in the context of the era and political situation in which the world existed, those things without concrete implementation methods were probably of little use.

After casually listening to the advice given to Audrey by the experienced Alger and the unfathomable Fool, he disappeared into the gray fog space along with the other two.

In the break room of Blackthorn Security Company.

Philip opened his eyes, took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time. Finding that there were still ten minutes until 3:30, he got up and left, walking slowly down to the armory to begin his lessons with Old Neil.

Tingen, steam train station.

A middle-aged man in his forties, with a pale face, calmly stepped out of the train. His dark green eyes surveyed his surroundings, and his emotionless expression seemed out of place in the bright sunlight.

Beside him followed a man with an equally pale face, most of his face hidden under a cloak, making him easily recognizable as a lover of the occult or a cultist from a story.

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

"Lord Steve, is this really the place?"

Behind the two, a lean, muscular man with short hair frowned as he surveyed their surroundings: "Did we abandon Marich and Sharon just to come to a small town like this? Really."

"Tyr!" Steve, at the front, glanced at the man and warned in a deep voice:

"This mission is very important."

"Delivered personally by the mother tree."

"Him!?" Jason, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally couldn't help but stare wide-eyed. "What on earth could possibly cause the Mother Tree to issue a divine decree?"

"Kill a 'prisoner'." Steve withdrew his gaze, looked leisurely ahead, and walked forward slowly.

Tyrell stared at Steve, frozen in place. If it weren't for the passing crowd, he would have already lost control of his emotions. "Did I hear that right? It's the 'prisoner' I was thinking of. I mean, a... ha, hehehe, Sequence 9?"

"Maybe," Jason replied coldly and calmly, then followed after him.

Tyr stood there, scratching his short hair that stood up like thorns in frustration. Even though he had a lot of doubts and resentment in his heart, he could only swallow them down for the time being.

"**of!"

A Sequence 5, a Sequence 6, and a Sequence 7, carrying extraordinary items like the Crimson Moon Crown, instead of hunting down Marich and Sharon, are looking for a Sequence 9. What a joke!

(End of this chapter)