Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 55 Brave Ones Bar

At 3 p.m., Philip rented a long-stay apartment in the Hillston area and, after placing his suitcase beside the bed, took out the Backlund Daily News, which he had bought nearby, as well as the Backlund Morning Post from the past two days to read.

The former wanted to assess the recent situation in Backlund to avoid unknowingly finding himself in a dangerous situation; as for the latter...

"Ernst Trading Company is acquiring goods?"

Philip raised an eyebrow, his expression somewhat complicated as he flipped through the newspaper. After confirming it was July 10th, yesterday's Tuesday, he put the newspaper down, stroked his chin, and muttered:

"I didn't expect that the gathering of extraordinary people by that old man with the 'Eye of Wisdom' is still going on. This saves me the risk of looking for a new one. I'll go check it out tonight."

When the original owner was a Beyonder, he accidentally participated in this gathering at the Brave Ones Bar in Backlund. Although the level was not high, the privacy and security were guaranteed.

Philip only went a few times initially, hoping to find an extraordinary item that could help him escape the pursuit. However, after failing to find anything and nearly being found himself, he stopped going.

If he found any useful or extraordinary items there, he would buy them. After all, he only needed to set aside about 100 pounds, which would be enough to sustain his daily life for a long time. While thinking this, Philip did not sit idle. He took out materials from his suitcase and began to make "ember".

Since that person can create a blood moon and launch a map-wide attack, it's possible that this situation will happen again in the future. As for tonight, it's not impossible, but no matter what, the seven righteous gods wouldn't let that evil god play like that.

Just in case, Philip decided to make the "Ember" talisman again. Even if he were to encounter a blood moon, the talisman's effect would last long enough for him to safely return home.

Evening, in the Backlund Bridge area.

Philip glanced at the Brave Ones' Bar not far away, breathing in the not-so-clean air, trying to calm himself down after the exorbitant cost of 2 sous and 6 pence for renting the carriage, and headed straight there.

Under the scrutiny of the nearly two-meter-tall burly man beside him, he pushed open the black wooden door and heard the clinking of glasses and cheers coming from inside. The heat wave from Tubi even subconsciously reminded him of the Dragon Bar in Tingen City.

"Half and half." Philip leaned back against the bar, placed five pennies on it, and said casually, "Keep the change, I'll give you Casper."

These words made the bartender pause in his hand, which was about to collect the money. He scrutinized Philip for a few seconds without any attempt to hide it before continuing with his actions, placing a wooden glass filled with wine in front of him.

"Billiards Room No. 3"

Philip received the answer, nodded slightly, picked up the wooden glass, and took two sips with a hint of curiosity. His expression suddenly turned somewhat strange. "This is still wine? The grape flavor is far too weak."

Fortunately, he had already turned around and walked into the billiard room, so the bartender didn't notice anything amiss. Following the signs, he walked to the third billiard room and saw the limping old man he remembered, who was over fifty years old.

"Kaspass".

Upon hearing this, the old man with a red, bulbous nose and a large scar on the right side of his face met Philip's gaze, then frowned, as if confirming, "You know me?"

You can't expect everyone to remember you.

Philip curled the corners of his mouth into a slight smile and shrugged, secretly relieved, because this meant that his disguise was not something that could be easily exposed by a keen-eyed, experienced person.

That should be enough to deal with people.

He then skipped over the topic and went straight to the point: "If I need identification and the corresponding full-range weapons license, how much would that cost?"

Kaspass stared intently at Philip for several seconds before reluctantly withdrawing his gaze. "I'm not some omnipotent person. The review of all types of weapons use licenses can't be done simply by having money. You need a high enough and strong enough identity."

"If you only need to provide fake identification, you will need to pay £12. As long as you don't do anything that would require the authorities to verify the authenticity of your information, you won't have any problems in your daily life."

"There won't be any problems with daily life," Philip silently repeated, then asked, somewhat unwilling to give up, "Um, is that really true?"

Kaspass scoffed. "I can try to handle it if you can afford it."

He didn't speak too confidently, because identity documents that could withstand police scrutiny would undoubtedly need to be filed and registered. And since his main business over the years was that of an arms dealer, he had many connections that he couldn't use.

"Okay, we can talk about it later." Philip nodded, then looked towards the bar's kitchen and said in a low voice:

"Is there no problem with today's gathering?"

Kaspass noticed his movement, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by calm. He shook his head and said, "No."

Having received the answer, Philip took an iron mask that covered half of his face from the other party for free. Relying on the route in his memory, he somewhat awkwardly detoured to a dark room.

Following the price information in the newspaper as a code, he knocked on the door with the appropriate force and interval, and the door was quickly opened.

Philip took the hooded robe from the man, who was also wearing an iron mask, and put it on. Then, together with the man, they walked through the dark living room to the first-floor sitting room.

In the dim candlelight, twelve people could be seen sitting on the sofa and chairs, still in a silent atmosphere, clearly indicating that the formal proceedings had not yet begun.

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

After finding a chair in the corner and sitting down, they waited for a few minutes. The old man on the single sofa nodded, and all the other members also slightly changed their posture and became serious.

"I!"

A man sitting on the edge of the sofa immediately raised his hand. He looked to be in his twenties and said in a somewhat strange tone, "I want to sell an extraordinary item."

Although his face was obscured by the darkness, his slight turning motion revealed that everyone present was focused on him.

The man swallowed hard, gathered his thoughts, and took out a silver ring from his pocket, saying, "I haven't named it yet, but my companion has already divined its abilities."

"This ring repels women, so only men can wear it. Once worn, it grants two abilities, each of which can be activated three times a day."

Then, pointing to the appropriately sized diamond set in the ring, he said, "As long as you drip your own blood at a critical moment, you can replace a mirror within a 20-meter radius that reflects your image, transferring all the damage you suffer in that instant."

"A small mirror will also work, but you need to make sure that the injured part is reflected in the mirror, otherwise it won't work."

"Another effect is that by simply dripping one's own tears, one can remain invisible for the next five minutes. Well, it's just simple invisibility, but below the mid-sequence level, no one can detect it except through the 'monster' pathway."

"You can reserve it in advance, for example, by dripping blood or tears in beforehand, and then you can use the corresponding ability directly within the next half hour."

After the man finished speaking, none of the dozen or so people at the party responded immediately; several men were deep in thought.

(End of this chapter)