Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 38 Sealed Artifacts

Upon hearing this, Dunn's deep gray eyes flickered slightly, and he replied in a calm tone, "The possibility is not high, but it's not close to zero."

I see. Klein didn't know whether to be happy or regretful. After all, this meant that there wouldn't be such a busy day in the future, but the potion recipes for the "Diviner" path were nowhere to be found.

Perhaps Philip could entrust the task at the Tarot meeting. Well, it seems he can only entrust it to Mr. "The Hanged Man," but Mr. "The Hanged Man" is clearly not a high-ranking one, so I don't know if he can collect it.

Never mind, there's still time.

As their conversation ended, they entered the underground market, which was the size of a lecture hall in a school on Earth. The crowds and stalls brought back memories for him.

Suddenly, Klein's gaze swept across a corner, and a thin man with scarlet eyes caught his attention.

The other party's stall displayed only a few items, but Klein couldn't compare them to any of the extraordinary materials he had previously learned about, which was enough to show how obscure these items were.

As for the customers who came and went, some were intimidated by the stall owner's imposing manner and hesitated, while others reacted strongly and left immediately after inquiring about the price.

Klein frowned, his gaze sweeping over the silent man shrouded in black robes beside him. After a few seconds of contemplation, he said to Dunn, "Captain, those two seem a bit off."

Dunn Smith didn't answer, but instead led him to a secluded corner where they wouldn't be noticed, then murmured, "One of the materials... I seem to have seen it before. Klein, now try divination to confirm the danger posed by those two."

Because of his studies these past few days, Klein had developed the habit of carrying a pen and parchment with him at all times. Under Dunn's cover, he quickly wrote down the divination statement on the parchment:

"Those two are in danger."

He then took out the yellow crystal ball pendant from his left wrist cuff, hovered it about two centimeters above the parchment, and silently recited the divination phrase:

"Those two are in danger."

"Those two are in danger."

After silently repeating it seven times, Klein opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant spinning clockwise with an extremely terrifying amplitude and speed, which could even be said to be the most serious answer he had come to during this period of time!

His pupils contracted slightly as he turned to look at Dunn, his voice filled with undisguised worry, "Captain, the danger is immense, truly immense."

To prevent the other side from misjudging the strength of both sides and developing a suicidal idea that they might also try it, Klein had to emphasize this point and used a new divination method to prove that the two were extraordinary beings.

Judging from the grim divination results given by Dunn, the two opponents are very likely to be extraordinary individuals at the Sequence 7 level, and the possibility of Sequence 6 cannot be ruled out.

Dunn's deep eyes remained unchanged. He looked down at Klein, patted him on the shoulder, then reached into his pocket, pulled out a pipe, and handed it to him. "Take this."

"Later, return to Blackthorn Security and summon 'Midnight Poet' Sigia Teon, who should have already completed his patrol and returned. Also summon Lawrence and have him verify my theory. Then, go to Leonard and request a sealed artifact, 2-105."

"A level two sealed artifact, but you're here?" Klein asked in surprise as he took the pipe.

"The situation is urgent, and we should have been more cautious, but we can't be completely sure of the situation. I will keep an eye on them from now on, and your job is to bring Siga and Lawrence to provide support."

"I'll use my pipe to divine my location."

Dunn withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, glanced into the distance, waved his hand to signal Klein to act immediately, and muttered, "Hurry up, I have a bad feeling."

The man in the black trench coat was as serious as ever, but Klein, who was already used to it, couldn't help but feel the pressure again.

He nodded stiffly, then turned around and started walking, trying not to show any urgency, but his mind was still involuntarily eager to get close to the exit.

Could the divination results be wrong?

Two Sequence 7 Extraordinaries.

Klein kept fumbling for the pipe in his pocket, as if that would give him some peace of mind and allow him to focus his scattered thoughts on the road to avoid making a fool of himself.

He kept thinking, and if the result was indeed so, then the most likely origin of these two extraordinary individuals would become clear—the Rose School!

The events mentioned by Philip at the Tarot Club indicate that the Rose School's influence in the Kingdom of Loen is concentrated in Ahova County, and several of its members have come to Tingen City.

Unfortunately, there was no way to ask the captain now; he could only ask Philip quietly later. Klein unconsciously quickened his pace and had already returned to the billiard room.

The two smiling men playing pool didn't notice his departure. His tense heart relaxed slightly, and he held his breath again, breaking through the invisible barrier of the bar's smell, and came out into the outside world. He got into a horse-drawn carriage and sped towards the security company.

The underground trading market of the Dragon Bar.

Having sat there for two days without any results, Tyre rested his chin on his hand, his crimson eyes filled with resentment once more, and muttered under his breath, "Trash, trash, all of this is trash!"

For someone as powerful as him, a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, to be voluntarily spending his life in this run-down place where the total value of all the goods is less than his own worth is simply a waste of his life.

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

"Idiot, get out of the way, I'll do it." Jason, the "zombie" who had been listening to his complaints, finally couldn't take it anymore. He stepped forward and pushed him aside, then sat down steadily on the side of the stall.

Upon seeing this, Tyree's body relaxed almost imperceptibly, but outwardly he snorted coldly, pretending to be somewhat dissatisfied as he sat to the side, watching the passersby, his tone unconsciously calming down:

How long until the full moon?

Jason removed the lower half of his face, his entire body hidden beneath a wide, classic black robe. His lips moved slightly. "According to the calendar, there are twenty days left."

"Twenty days," Tyr said, squinting. His breathing became heavy, and he gripped his left wrist tightly with his right hand, covering the few black hairs that had just grown out.

After a long while, the corners of his mouth turned up, slightly revealing his deep white teeth: "Perhaps there's no need to wait for the full moon; I seem to have made some discoveries."

Upon hearing this, Jason raised his head in confusion, half-lifted his hood to reveal his pale face, and his icy gaze swept around before finally settling on only a few spots.

Finally, he could only ask, "What?"

Tyrell, however, began tidying up the extraordinary materials on his stall. "You didn't notice, so you didn't see it, but someone has been watching us from the beginning. Ha, how stupid, at least move with the flow of people."

Jason's cold gaze swept over them again, narrowing slightly after a dozen seconds. "Him?"

(End of this chapter)