Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 70 Golden Retriever

He clearly remembered inquiring at the Tingen Housing Improvement Company that even in a small city like Tingen, a townhouse cost £850, let alone in the capital city of Backlund.

How much money would that cost? Could I ever save that much in my lifetime? Klein thought to himself, tapping his fingertips lightly on the bronze table to create a piece of parchment to place in front of Philip. Then, he smiled and replied in a seemingly calm tone, "No problem."

Audrey took the parchment and, with her extraordinary memory, quickly memorized the anonymous account number, muttering to herself:

"I don't know what Mr. Temperance's identity is. With Mr. Fool around, he shouldn't harm me, but I can't reveal my identity either."

otherwise.

After agreeing on the specific location, the deal between the two was quickly finalized. Audrey then continued to inquire about the topic she had been unable to bring up earlier:

"I'd like to know if there's a sequence potion named 'Arbitrator'. Also, what kind of extraordinary being can pass directly through a wooden door, or render the lock ineffective?"

Faced with a question in such an extraordinary field, Philip was about to answer when the "Hanged Man" beside him spoke first with a speed that belied his stature, leaving Philip with no choice but to politely back down.

Although Philip is now in the same middle tier as "The Hanged Man," his perspective and experience are definitely inferior to the other's. It's fine to let the other play to his strengths in this aspect, since he's not going to be a mascot anyway.

In return, Alger also asked Audrey to investigate whether King Rune intended to start a new war on the eastern coast of Byron this year or before June next year, in retaliation against the Fusak Empire.

After the two had discussed the relevant matters and chatted briefly about other things, the majestic temple quickly fell silent.

Only at the very last moment did "Justice" Audrey look at the Fool on the high seat, and speak with some hesitation: "Mr. Fool, if—and I mean if—I had the opportunity to join another organization, such as the Psycho-Alchemy Society, would that be permissible?"

Given her current situation, joining a secretive organization like the Psychological Alchemy Society, which controls the "audience," would be much more convenient and faster than seeking transactions through the Tarot Club. However, doing so directly would clearly disregard the Fool, the god of divination.

"What's the big deal? I'm still a follower of the Goddess of the Night and a member of the Night Watch team." Klein leaned back in his chair, thinking nonchalantly, and chuckled, "Of course, no problem, as long as you don't reveal the secrets of the Tarot Society."

Speaking of which, he himself is a Night Watchman, "Justice" will later join the Psycho-Alchemy Society, and "The Hanged Man" is inextricably linked to the Church of the Storm Lord. It seems that only Philip is currently involved.

No, this guy is an Extraordinary One who escaped.

Calling him a traitor is an understatement.

"I see!"

Receiving an affirmative answer, Audrey became somewhat excited. Inevitably, she noticed the empty seats next to her and asked, "Mr. Fool, if we're to add new members in the future, what will be the criteria for joining?"

"If you think someone is suitable, you can let me know, and I will decide whether to let them join."

"But before that," Klein's tone turned serious, "you are not allowed to make any suggestive remarks, reveal my name, or disclose any information about the Tarot Society without my permission."

Mr. Fool was indeed not in good condition.

Unlike the other two members, Philip wasn't terrified, but he still managed to show a hint of fear on his face as he waited for the party to end in the somewhat serious atmosphere.

5 p.m., Queens.

Philip leaned against a rather conspicuous large tree, looked around at the empty surroundings again, closed his eyes, sighed helplessly, and was about to leave when a voice suddenly rang in his ears:

"Woof!"

Huh? Philip looked down and saw a large golden retriever squatting there, its eyes blinking, staring at him quietly and obediently.

Uh, really?

Susie sat on the ground, trying her best to do what her owner Audrey had said, without doing anything unrelated to dogs, but simply raised her head again and barked, "Woof woof!"

Miss Justice's "spectator" dog?

Philip frowned, instinctively taking a few steps back, but quickly realized that at this distance the dog probably already remembered his scent, so he stopped deceiving himself and boldly crouched down next to it, looking it in the eye:

"I know you can talk, no need to pretend."

"Woof!"

The only response he received was a dog's bark.

Susie opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue, and kept panting. Then she spun around on the spot and continued to squat on the ground, her dog eyes still fixed on Philip and the handbag in his hand.

Philip raised an eyebrow, then stopped talking and put the handbag he was carrying directly on the ground.

Susie's eyes lit up, and she was about to walk forward, grab the thing, and go home, but the man's evil hands covered her mouth from both sides, and she could only make a few muffled sounds.

With his keen observation skills, even though the dog was trying to hide something, Philip discovered the unusual nature of the golden retriever through such direct contact and confirmed his suspicions.

"If I had known, I would have gotten a pet to do it for me." He chuckled helplessly, then suddenly got excited, puffed out his cheeks, and blew a big breath into the nose of the golden retriever in front of him.

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

Whoosh!

Provoked by this, Susie subconsciously blew her nose hard, then immediately broke free from the other person's grasp, grabbed the handbag, started the four-wheel drive, and left without looking back.

Seeing the other person run away, Philip did not stop them. Instead, he lowered the brim of his half-high silk hat, put on his long-unseen swallowtail suit, and calmly left.

A dozen minutes later.

Inside Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

As her ten slender white fingers withdrew, the melodious tune emanating from the piano ceased completely. Audrey closed the piano lid, slowly rose, looked towards the door, and prepared to leave.

However, at that moment, the hairy touch on her leg made her instinctively cover her mouth, almost letting out a cry of surprise.

After realizing what was happening, Audrey looked at the large golden retriever squatting on the ground, frowned, and said in a low voice, "Susie, you should at least have told me you were back, instead of just staying silent like this!"

"Sorry, but this would make us easily discovered."

Susie raised her paw and placed it on the handbag beside her. "You never told me that this was what I was going to get. I almost couldn't fit through that hole, and thankfully no one noticed me."

Audrey picked up the handbag, compared its size to the small document, sighed helplessly, and muttered under her breath, "What can I do? I can't exactly say that a dog will be coming to pick up the documents later."

(End of this chapter)