Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 65 The Cloak of Night

"Is that so? You're a temperance advocate too." After hearing Philip's slightly embellished account, Marich's expression became complicated, and his cold and dangerous look softened somewhat.

Seeing the zombies put down their cards and gather at the doorway, he sighed and, in the less tense atmosphere of the room, asked, "What's this method you mentioned?"

Philip spoke somewhat awkwardly:

"Someone...is a secret entity."

The air in the room fell silent again. Marich remained seated, listening intently, for a long while before finally asking, "Is it reliable enough?"

The reaction seemed smaller than expected. Indeed, in this situation, faith was useless against the gods and ghosts. That guy had already colluded with the Mother Tree of Desire. As Philip thought this, he hesitated for two seconds and then nodded.

Maric's dangerous gaze was fixed on Philip until, after several seconds, when the other's eyes confirmed his suspicion, he looked away and continued:

"Alright, then recite His name in Rune. I need it to make a judgment."

Reciting the names of unknown beings in Giantsman, Ancient Hermes, or even Hermes is extremely dangerous. When facing extremely evil beings, no matter what language you use, it may attract their attention.

Therefore, his behavior at this moment has already demonstrated a certain degree of trust.

Actually, I could just give you "Ember" to try out. Philip, who was about to put his hand in his pocket, silently withdrew it before even moving. He pursed his lips and recited his first title:

"The suppressor of the dark side of the mind."

"What?!" Marich's eyes narrowed, making no attempt to hide his surprise and astonishment. He suddenly interrupted in a deep voice, "Are you sure this name really points to that hidden being?"

"What's wrong with this honorific name?"

Philip blinked, then asked somewhat nervously, fearing that the name he had come up with might have violated some taboo, leading to bad consequences.

"Hmm," Marich closed his eyes, and with a breath coming out of his mouth and nose, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, no problem, you can continue."

"Alright." Philip didn't press further, but instead read out the next two names:

"A traveler trapped by the world."

"The last glimmer of light in a land shrouded in darkness."

After hearing these three sentences, Marich sat there quietly, without responding for a long time.

Only after a dozen seconds, when the zombies who had been lurking at the door returned to the card game, did his pale face twitch. He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and slowly said, "I understand."

A silver piece suddenly appeared in their field of vision.

After a moment of alertness, Marich noticed there was no immediate sound of the incantation being activated. He reached out and took it. Feeling a slight warmth and peace, his pupils contracted, and he blurted out, "What is this?!"

"Spell, 'Ember'."

Philip stood up, adjusted his silver wig and gauze mask, and turned around, saying, "This is what I was talking about. The activation incantation is its name. Don't reveal it, you understand."

Maric's pale fingers stroked the silver piece. A long-lost sense of peace made him tremble involuntarily, then he quickly clenched his fist, returned the talisman, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You can come to me for a reply at this time three days from now."

Seeing this, Philip clearly understood that he couldn't make such a decision about the room casually. He nodded slightly, took the "Ember" talisman handed to him, and turned to leave the room again.

In the silent room, all the zombies cast long, eerie glances toward Marich, who sat against the wall, seemingly lost in thought. They opened their mouths, raised the cards in their hands, and hoarsely urged him on.

Having left the Brave Ones Bar, Philip returned to the venue of the gathering, donned the hooded robe and iron mask, and followed the shadows into the living room.

As he sat in the corner, there were already fourteen people sitting there waiting, and the originally gloomy and desolate atmosphere was greatly relieved by the number of people.

Five minutes later, the "Eye of Wisdom" looked up at the clock above, announced the start of the gathering in a deep voice, and then sat there silently, maintaining the proceedings.

After careful consideration, Philip decided not to sell the two formulas he possessed for the time being. Instead, like many others, he sat there and waited calmly.

After each transaction was completed, someone suddenly stood up, and a woman's voice came from her face, which was completely obscured by shadows:

"I want to sell an extraordinary weapon."

Extraordinary weapon?

Philip raised an eyebrow slightly, and after a moment of surprise, he quickly lost interest.

Extraordinary weapons differ from extraordinary items in that they are items with extraordinary abilities attached to them, and they do not have extraordinary characteristics themselves, so they have a certain period of use.

Once he advances to "Werewolf," the strength of his teeth and claws will be comparable to that of regular extraordinary weapons, and they will even be poisonous. In this case, buying extraordinary weapons would be a waste of money.

However, in this dimly lit gathering, Philip had no other choice but to listen, hoping to broaden his horizons.

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

"This item is called the 'Nightfall Cloak.' Once you put it on, your need for sleep will decrease, and you may only need three or four hours of sleep to feel energetic. As the night deepens, it can also slightly enhance your strength, speed, and thinking."

"This item can be used for another 2 years. It requires 300 pounds or a Sequence 8 'Barbarian' potion recipe or related clues. If the latter is used, I or the buyer will need to make up the difference."

The extraordinary ability of the "Sleepless One"—I don't need it except for staying up all night. Philip glanced at the pure black cloak the other person was holding, then quickly looked away, falling silent like everyone else in the room.

Twenty hours without sleep every day

He's not that overworked.

The woman looked around, nodded calmly, picked up the "Nightfall Cloak," and sat back down.

The gathering quickly came to an end, with most participants completing one or even two or three transactions. Guided by the organizer, "The Eye of Wisdom," they left the scene in an orderly manner.

"Sharon." Inside the card room, Marich, who had been deep in thought, suddenly turned his head slightly to the side, sighed without any attempt to hide it, and began to recount the whole story.

After a moment of silence.

Suddenly, a woman in a black court dress appeared in the previously empty corner. Her azure eyes were fixed on Marich, and she warned him in a calm and indifferent tone, "Don't put yourself in danger."

"I'm looking for a solution."

Maric paused for a few seconds, nodded slightly, then leaned forward and smirked, seemingly unintentionally, "I know."

In their blind spot, on the pale hand resting on the thigh and drooping inward, two fingers were trying to wipe away the layer of dark blue-red bloodstains in the middle.

(End of this chapter)