Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 86 0–08

Azik rubbed his forehead, his expression grave. "You seem to be right. This matches some of the fragments I remember. It looks like we've finally found Ince Zangwill. But who is he?"

memory?

Mr. Azik saw 0–08?

That shouldn't be the case. He was once the Archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of Night, or a high-ranking Extraordinary being of even higher status.

Philip glanced around, his mouth opening and closing. After hesitating for a few seconds, he told them everything he had learned from the Night Watchman about the former Archbishop, Ince Zangwell.

"Sequence Five, the 'Gatekeeper' who failed to ascend to demigod status." Azik muttered, the calmness in his eyes gradually fading, becoming somewhat inscrutable. "I roughly know who the murderer is, and the general reason why he did these things."

After saying that, he slowly stood up.

The middle-aged man with a bronze complexion leaned forward slightly, took off a half-length silk robe and politely pressed it to his chest, then said, "Thank you, Philip. To prevent any accidents, I need to return to Tingen immediately."

Philip seemed to sense a hint of danger and seriousness in the air, and quickly pressed for an answer:

"How can I help?"

Upon hearing this, Azik smiled faintly and shook his head, then put his black top hat back on. "0-08's abilities are very powerful. Even if I rush back now, there's a good chance that trouble will arise that I won't be able to resolve quickly."

The implication is quite clear.

"Mr. Azik, I'm counting on you." Philip lowered his eyes slightly, thought carefully for a moment, and finally agreed with his statement. He didn't say anything more and quietly watched him leave.

The hustle and bustle of pedestrians rushing about on the street rose up.

A waiter wearing a red vest and white shirt approached, bowed slightly, and politely said, "Miss, hello. Including what you just ordered again, the total is 1 soule and 8 pence."

It seems the people in the restaurant didn't notice my conversation with Mr. Azik at all. Just how capable is he? No, even with that level of skill, he still doesn't think he can handle the crisis safely.

Ince Zangwell, 0–08. Philip counted out money from his light blue wallet and handed it to the waiter, his calm expression concealing an unspeakable worry.

She couldn't understand why something like this would happen in Tingen. It was just an ordinary small city, a place with only a single man with a receding hairline and a poor memory, and a few commendable team members who stood up despite facing danger and madness.

There must be a reason.

Philip muttered to himself silently.

It can't be that this world is a fictional work, and Tingen now has a protagonist destined to be like Ince Zangwell, right?

She walked aimlessly along the streets, which were unusually sunny and cool without the mist, letting horse-drawn carriages pass by, not knowing where to go.

Afternoon, outside Tinggen.

Inside a house with a green lawn.

The bedroom curtains were drawn, and behind the closed window, on the desk, an unheld quill pen swayed and scribbled furiously on the open notebook below:

"Unbelievable! Azik, who went to Backlund to search for his memories, somehow learned of Ince Zangwill's existence. He returned to Tingen, ready to take revenge on the thief who stole his offspring's skull!"

"Oh, Azik has arrived in Tingen. Poor Ince Zangwell, Dunn Smith is still in good condition, and the evil god's offspring within Megaus needs time to accumulate power. His plan will inevitably go astray."

Da da da!

Heavy, rapid footsteps echoed from the darkness. A pale hand reached out, gripping the quill pen firmly, and began writing anew in the notebook:

Even after returning to Tingen, Azik couldn't find any trace of Ince Zangwell. The only clue—the dark red chimney—was unknown to Klein Moretti, leaving Azik bewildered and searching in vain!

"Ince Zangwell will not sit idly by during this time. He will keep moving his residences and will not be noticed by anyone in the process. Azik's attention is entirely focused on finding Ince Zangwell, so he will not notice anything else."

"He wasn't sure of Ince Zangwell's next specific target, so after half a month—no, a few days—of fruitless searching, he would assume that the other man felt his life was seriously threatened and had left Tingen!"

"This is a perfectly reasonable guess!"

"Azik won't stay in Tingen forever. Ince Zangwill will seize this opportunity to finish everything; his plan will definitely not fail!"

Evening, Backlund, Queens.

Inside an unassuming house.

Philip, shrouded in a hooded black robe, sat in a chair, scanning the entries on the two blackboards not far away. His now calm mind raced as he pondered what he needed most right now.

With the progress of the "werewolf" digestion and the efforts made to adapt during this period, the "silver white" that could originally only last for four hours has now been extended to five hours, and even if it is distracted in battle, there will not be too much of a problem.

In that case, the Magic Mirror Substitute has undoubtedly become a life-saving skill, so there is no need to seek out similar extraordinary items.

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

If there's anything I'm lacking, it's probably long-range attack capabilities. After all, given the disparity in raw strength, close-quarters combat is practically suicide. Philip slightly reduced his already extremely wealthy daily expenses, resulting in a budget of £3900.

The bottom line is around 4000 pounds.

If he couldn't find anything extraordinary to satisfy Philip, he could only try to raise the price and acquire enough of Russell's diaries so that he could seek some help from Mr. Fool at a crucial moment.

In this situation, there will definitely be some money left over. With the help of the role-playing method, it won't take "Sun" too long to digest the Sequence 9 potion. He can try to buy the "Lightbringer's" recipe to make some extra money later.

However, after flipping through the entries, apart from the recipe for "The Lightbringer" and a five-page original manuscript of Russell's diary priced at 40 pounds, nothing else aroused his interest whatsoever.

Could it be...? Philip glanced furtively at the sofa at the front, wondering if he should take the risk again and ask Mr. A if he had any stock.

In the past, Philip would never have hesitated, but after learning that the other party was a messenger of the Aurora Society, a "shepherd" of the fifth level of the Sequence, and even possessed the abilities of several other extraordinary individuals of the same level.

He then realized how reckless he had been to dare to be alone with this extremely dangerous individual who could kill him instantly.

In such a short time, I've found that I've raised enough money again. I wonder what this guy will think, whether he'll try to kill all the fish or take it slow and steady. Philip frowned, his head aching more and more as he thought about it.

The Aurora Club's higher-ups may be called crazy, but they're still a long way from being truly and thoroughly insane. Who can guess what they're thinking!

(End of this chapter)