Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

The letter left in Chapter 57

The gathering continued peacefully and harmoniously, with various transactions involving extraordinary weapons, items, and commissions taking place, but none of this concerned Philip, who was eager to return.

He just wants to go back and test the effects of "Silver White." If the difference between being female and male is significant and the effects are within an acceptable range, then the £700 won't have been wasted.

When the final moment arrived, and everyone had fallen silent, showing no desire to trade, the "Eye of Wisdom" clapped his hands and said in a deep voice, "As is customary, leave one by one, with a three-minute interval between each other."

For most people at the party, this was nothing out of the ordinary, and they left quietly and orderly under the guidance of the waiters.

Back at the Brave Ones Bar, Philip approached Caspass, who was still playing pool with a man. After a moment's thought, he asked, "How much would it cost to get a real, verifiable identity document?"

"£55 is a reasonable price."

Kaspass shot the green ball he had carefully aimed at into the hole, then stood up and said, "No matter what you look like or what name you want, it's all fine. I can even falsify your experiences in the file according to your wishes, without giving you away for sure."

"A reasonable price." Philip thought for a moment, then took out three £10 notes from the stack of banknotes he had just received at the party, and said, "£12, get me a fake one first, under the identity of a bounty hunter, and the remaining £18 is a deposit."

"Deposit?"

Kaspas looked at him suspiciously.

“That’s right,” Philip said calmly. “Get a real identity document for the other person. If all goes well, I’ll have her pay the remaining £37 by this time tomorrow. The code word will be ‘silver’.”

"It seems you know me quite well." Kaspass's brow remained furrowed, but as the doubt in his eyes gradually eased, his hand moved closer and closer to the three banknotes that exuded the scent of ink, until they made full contact.

"Just wait, it'll take about half an hour."

After putting the 30 pounds in his pocket and listening to Philip's general instructions, Caspass limped into the inner room. About thirty minutes later, he came out with his identification documents with great efficiency.

"Bell Sirales"

Philip carefully checked the other information on the document, and finding no logical errors, he put it away, smiled, said goodbye to Kaspas, and left.

After all, it was just a precaution, something to keep in his bag for future reference. If he got involved in something else later, he could use this identity to cover it up and preserve his true identity.

I'll rent a one-bedroom apartment in the East District later.

"What?!"

evening.

Upon hearing Benson's words, Klein froze on the spot. Under his brother's bewildered gaze, he took the envelope, which seemed to have something hard attached to it. "Did Lawrence leave this for me?"

"That's right." Benson frowned, looking at Melissa, who was sitting on the sofa with a similarly troubled expression, then said seriously, "I was only gone for a day, what happened?"

"Um, that's how it is."

Melissa provided a general explanation.

Benson Moretti's furrowed brow relaxed slightly, but the doubt in his eyes remained undiminished. "That's so sudden. I almost doubted the truth of this, Mr. Slytherin."

He rubbed his temples, then sighed and didn't say anything more about it. After confirming that his younger siblings were not affected by the incident, he composed himself and enjoyed dinner with them.

After dinner, Melissa returned to her room on the second floor as usual to review her lessons for the day, while Benson, standing at the entrance of the restaurant, blocked Klein's way as he tried to reach the envelope on the coffee table.

"Hmm," Benson Moretti's expression returned to normal after a few seconds of hesitation, forcing out a somewhat strange smile:

"You and your former colleague seem to have a good relationship, so don't worry, I won't pry into anything. But if there's anything he needs you to do or ask for, please discuss it with me, okay?"

Goodness, he's worried I've made some bad friends. Klein chuckled helplessly, saying nothing more, just nodding and saying, "Don't worry, Benson, I'm just curious what he'll leave behind."

He had a rough idea of ​​why Philip left, and he understood it deeply. After all, even a Sequence 5 Extraordinary could be mobilized. If it weren't for the Extraordinary Squad, Tingen City would have been completely unable to resist this behemoth.

But the other party is in danger.

"I wonder where he'll hide," Klein murmured to himself. After watching Benson leave, he sat on the sofa, reached out and opened the envelope, discovering a silver piece tucked inside.

A talisman? Klein raised an eyebrow, looking at the symbolic symbols on the talisman with a strange expression, but the three-part incantation attracted his attention even more.

The suppressor of the dark side of the mind.

A traveler trapped by the world.

The last rays of light in the pitch-black land.

To whom does this refer?

While Klein was puzzled, he unfolded the other yellowed paper and saw the Chinese letter, which imitated Russell's format and handwriting. He suddenly smiled and shook his head.

Wow, that's really impressive.

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

If it were someone else, they wouldn't understand Chinese at all, and might even think that Philip had left behind a mysterious symbol of Emperor Roselle. Even if someone found it, they wouldn't be able to guess in any other direction.

Could it be that a history student who graduated with average grades at Hoy University knows Russell?

It's ridiculous to even think about it.

Klein smiled and unfolded the letter:

November 4th.

"Don't worry about the date, I made it up."

"I ran away for some reason."

"Well, whether you report me or not is up to you. Maybe I'm in Backlund, the capital of all worlds, or maybe I'm in the Kingdom of Intis, once ruled by that time-traveling predecessor. Maybe I'm experiencing the beauty of the sea—who knows?"

"Regardless of your thoughts, all I can say is that I hope none of you will get hurt this time."

"Don't worry, today's operation went smoothly. I even did a few unnecessary divinations from a safe position, although they still managed to escape," Klein muttered to himself before continuing to read.

"Fellow countrymen may be fellow countrymen, but you still owe me 85 pounds plus 4 pages of Russell's diary. I'll make you pay it back when I sign a contract with a messenger. Remember to have the money ready, as I'll be keeping an eye out for potion recipes through the 'Seer' pathway."

"That talisman is called 'Ember Flame.' If you have any conscience, don't reveal it. It can cleanse your mind and body, purify negative emotions, and prevent or even suppress madness and loss of control. As for the incantation, try not to recite it yet."

"By the way, the most important thing is that Old Neil seems to have been contaminated, and even has a tendency to get out of control. Captain Dunn's condition is also not quite right. The latter is not in a hurry, but you need to make sure that the former is okay."

"As far as I know, the 'Secret Seekers' are affected by the 'Hidden Sages,' which is very likely related to this. As for the captain, he was probably indirectly affected by the notebook. Perhaps he can stabilize his state through role-playing."

Old Neil has been contaminated!?

A surge of emotion welled up within Klein. He quickly folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, and stuffed it into his pocket. Then, somewhat dazed, he sat on the sofa, the image of the kind-smiling old man and the eye behind him flashing through his mind.

It seems quite possible.

We need to find a way to tell the captain.

Klein stood up abruptly, put on his tailcoat and top hat which were on the coat rack, and after informing Benson, boarded a taxi and headed towards Blackthorn Security Company.

(End of this chapter)