Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 51 Sleeping Spell

"I see."

In the morning, a series of responses sounded in his ears, which made Philip pause as he was getting dressed and preparing to wash up. He immediately finished what he was doing, clasped his hands together, and responded devoutly.

It seems the ceremony was a success.

Unfortunately, it was only half successful. There was a delay of several hours. If something crucial had happened, by the time the Fool received the information, the daylily would probably have already been digested and planted in the ground.

Philip dressed completely, left the house, and went to the main street of Narcissus Street. As usual, he took a public carriage to Blackthorn Security Company.

Even though it was already dawn, the streets, which were still showing signs of bustling activity, somehow attracted his attention today. Every familiar vendor, every worker and poor person who had to pass by somewhere at this time, matched the ones in his memory.

Philip narrowed his eyes slightly, then quickly looked away, placing his hand on his knee and tapping his fingers repeatedly.

After a long silence, he slightly opened his mouth, speaking in an almost inaudible voice, or perhaps silently reciting in his heart:

"Okay, Klein, you're right."

"I'm also thinking about going back."

This lousy place is open to anyone who wants to come.

A dozen minutes later, Philip stepped off the carriage, entered the Blackthorn Security Company, greeted Rosanne, and went straight to the clerical office to begin his work for the day.

As he gradually got into the swing of things, those complex lists and documents were being printed out at an objective pace. Just as the steady knocking was starting, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Good morning, Klein.

Seeing this, Philip, who was sitting at his typewriter, greeted his colleague and fellow countryman as usual. However, the weariness on the other man's face made him raise an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"

"No, it's nothing, I'm fine." Klein yawned, avoiding Philip's gaze. After hesitating for a few seconds, he started a conversation: "Speaking of which, who gave you the courage to risk your life like that that day?"

"Well, it's alright."

Philip stroked his chin, nodded slightly, and gave him the same explanation he had given Dunn. He subtly curled the corners of his mouth, smiled with a complex expression, and said in a seemingly relaxed tone, "At least the result is good, so relax."

The outcome was good?

Klein pondered the meaning of the sentence carefully, and then thought of the extraordinary characteristics of immortality that the other party had mentioned earlier. He was shocked and connected it to the most crucial thing - Philip was a Sequence 9 of the "Prisoner" pathway, while Tyre was a Sequence 7 "Werewolf"!

Everyone believed that Tyre's extraordinary qualities had been washed away by the river and never found, but in reality, they were taken by Philip, who wanted to hide them from the Night Watchmen and secretly advance his career.

It's just that because of the time constraints and the obstruction of Sequence 8 "Madman" in the middle, no one thought of this. Right, how is he going to solve it?

Klein, who had been resentful that Philip had woken him up the night before, became uneasy because of this sudden news, and even had the urge to ask his fellow countryman what he was thinking right now.

Philip seemed to have noticed this, and his fingers resumed their movement, resting on the typewriter and gently tapping away as he dealt with the things that needed to be printed these days, without saying anything more to him.

Seeing this, Klein was about to turn and leave when he noticed that Captain Dunn Smith was coming up the stairs with a document containing a portrait.

"Klein?" Dunn asked, sounding puzzled, before finally leading him to the door and into the clerical office. He then said:

"Perfect timing. You two take a look at this internal wanted poster. A dangerous individual, suspected to be a Sequence 8 Extraordinary, has arrived in Tingen. He is the perpetrator of the Clover massacre, and his current whereabouts are unknown."

Who were the perpetrators of the Clover disaster?

On the ship, Philip recalled the contents of the newspaper and, combining them with his extraordinary knowledge, quickly asked, "Is this guy the 'instigator'?"

"Very likely." Dunn did not deny it, and said seriously, "The wanted notice will be issued soon. If you encounter them afterward, do not act rashly, otherwise their abilities will be a disaster that is difficult to contend with alone in crowded places."

Although Philip and Klein were both extremely focused on the amount of money on the wanted poster, they were also well aware of their own weak nature, so naturally they didn't have any thoughts of courting death.

After saying this, Dunn left to deal with something. These days, when it got dark, the people from Thorn Security Company no longer had the leisure they had on other days, and the members of the Night Watch team were basically nowhere to be seen.

Even Leonard has significantly reduced the frequency and duration of his appearances in the recreation room.

After watching Dunn walk away completely, Klein glanced at the silent corridor, hesitated for a moment, then sighed, closed the door, and left.

Soon, only Philip remained in the room, typing away. The clicking sound continued, and his nimble fingers would occasionally pause, but would quickly resume their rhythm.

In the afternoon, after finishing his work, Philip arrived at the armory and saw Old Neil, who was dressed in a classic black robe. He bowed slightly and said sincerely, "Mr. Old Neil, I'm here today to learn how to make spells."

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

Why have you suddenly become so reserved again?

Old Neil smiled and beckoned Philip to come over. He then pointed to the silver engraving knife and silver sheet on the table and said:

"Since you have the basics of making talismans, I'd like to see what you've specifically mastered. As you know, making talismans involves a very advanced area of ​​mysticism."

"I would even say that there are hardly any decent talismans or amulets in the underground market of the Dragon Bar."

Philip simply picked up the silver sheet and carving knife silently, expressing his confidence through his actions. Seeing this, Old Neil nodded and began to explain to him the making of a common low-level talisman in the realm of the Goddess of Night, the "Sleep Talisman".

Philip handled all the issues related to incantations, symbols, and formats with ease, only needing Old Neil's help when it came to the corresponding spiritual numbers and related magical symbols mentioned by the Goddess of Night.

As the rectangular silver sheet was carved, a cool sensation emanated from it. Using spiritual vision, it was discovered that the wrinkles on it had now all merged into a single piece, radiating a tranquil and peaceful black hue.

"Well done, Lawrence!" Old Neil praised excitedly as he saw the talisman was finished. "It only took a little bit longer than when I made it."

However, Philip's gaze fell on him, a fleeting look of complexity and entanglement in his eyes, before he smiled slightly and said, "This is all thanks to your guidance."

(End of this chapter)