Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 87 Flame Gloves

If the gathering at the Brave Ones' Bar were tonight, the danger posed by the "Eye of Wisdom" would undoubtedly be much lower. Even if he did have malicious intentions, I could easily run away.

While reminiscing, Philip still wrote down his needs for extraordinary items or weapons that could be used for long-range attacks, and were powerful and easy to use.

As for Russell's Diary and the "Lightbringer's" potion recipe, let's talk about them later to avoid the unexpected situation of not being able to afford something just because we're a little short of money.

Unexpectedly, Mr. A did not take any action this time. Instead, a waiter approached him shortly afterward and handed him a small note covered with wild and unrestrained handwriting, slightly distorted:

"The 'Flame Gloves' enhance the wearer's sense of danger. They can stimulate this sense by observing the environment and gathering information. They also gain strong resistance to flames, and only the impact of an explosion can cause normal damage."

"Its wielder will possess the ability to manipulate fire, and will be able to use many spells such as 'Condensation and Compression,' 'Fire Weapons,' 'Fire Defense,' 'Fire Infusion,' 'Fire Infusion,' 'Blazing White Spear,' and 'Giant Fireball.'"

"Based on this, the holder's spiritual vision will also undergo a qualitative change. Not only can it be activated more secretly and quickly, but it can also see the colors of various parts of the 'etheric body,' thereby better determining the state of others."

"The negative effect is that over time, the wearer will develop feelings of displeasure, irritability, rage, or even a bloodlust. This can be mitigated by directly using the glove's power to destroy things."

"The price will be at least £2500."

Is there really someone who can sell them?

Philip raised an eyebrow. Although surprised, this avoided a direct confrontation with Mr. A. Moreover, he was quite satisfied with the abilities of this extraordinary item. So he followed the waiter to the seller's study on the first floor.

Inside the study, the seller, also hidden in a hooded robe, placed a black glove on the table in the candlelight. The glove's back was covered with many twisted yet beautiful red lines.

It's quite nice, but it's a pity Jane Charlotte can't wear it in public. The girl with the monocle already looks a bit odd. As Philip thought this to himself, he took out most of his savings from his suitcase again and placed them on the table.

"Here is 2500 pounds."

As he spoke, he pushed the money to the other person.

This trip has cost me nearly £3000 again. It seems like there's no end to it!

Philip sat in the carriage he had successfully renewed his rental fee on the way there, weighed his suitcase which was noticeably lighter, shook his head, and sighed.

"Mind's Eye," "Silver White," and "Flame Gloves"—aside from the werewolf's own extraordinary abilities, this is the limit of what he can currently achieve. If it were an ordinary Sequence 6, there's a high chance they wouldn't be able to defeat him.

Compared to my arrival in Tingen at the end of June, it was like heaven and earth; there was no comparison whatsoever.

But this was clearly not fast enough in the face of fate's damned hammer. Philip, with his hands under his hooded robe resting on his arms which were only covered by a white shirt, suddenly felt that facing the cold and hunger here was infinitely more blissful than going to Tingen to rescue people.

After repeatedly questioning himself and realizing he still couldn't let go of the option of saving people, Philippe sighed, his thoughts no longer tangled, and returned to reality, heading back to the front of his residence—17 Braun Street.

Upon entering, the simple living room, which he had personally tidied every day, came into view, finally allowing him to relax after a long day. After turning on the gas light, he went straight to the sofa and lay down.

With some effort, Philip removed his black robe, lay on the sofa, opened his suitcase on the floor, took out five pages of Russell's diary, sat up, and carefully read them by the light of the gas lamp.

"January 6th, a new year, a new beginning. After being promoted to 'Craftsman,' I finally have the ability to do that!"

"That's the mysterious silver medal that was created in my memory; it's most likely what caused my time travel! Actually, after becoming a 'General Knowledgeer,' I've completely..."

"On January 9th, after several failures, I finally succeeded. I tried to infuse my spirituality, and an endless gray-white mist seemed to appear before my eyes, but nothing happened after that."

Grayish-white mist?

Philip frowned, recalling his memories since his transmigration, and inevitably thought of the mysterious being shrouded in gray mist.

Who exactly is Mr. Fool?

He initially considered that the other party might be Emperor Roselle, a time-traveling predecessor, since that would provide sufficient motivation, such as needing to develop the Tarot Society, a secret intelligence and trading venue, and to collect his diary to recover his memories due to poor condition.

But if we rule out that possibility, and Emperor Roselle was also sent here by the Fool who controls the Gray Mist Space, then the current situation only reminds Philip of a term familiar to many online novelists on Earth—

Lord God.

Philip, who had originally intended to seek help from the Fool, temporarily abandoned this dangerous idea and even considered finding a way to leave the Tarot Club immediately in order to avoid potential risks that he could not bear.

This page of the diary was like a key, unlocking Philip's thoughts. Mr. Fool had used the gray fog space to bring time travelers from the real world to fulfill his unknown goals. Senior Roselle was one of the earlier batches to come.

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

Was the reason for collecting Russell's diary because this senior had somewhat slipped out of his control? Even if that wasn't the case, the general direction should be correct. Philip tightened his grip on the diary, and without any hesitation, he rallied his spirits and continued reading.

From now on, collecting the diaries of Emperor Roselle must be the highest priority. Although it still cannot compare with the speed of the Tarot Club, he must do so to avoid being caught off guard by being completely ignorant.

"This is truly unexpected. Mr. 'Door's' revelations about the Quaternary period are getting more and more interesting. This poor fellow, trapped in the storm and lost in the depths of darkness..."

"On April 8th, I need to send people to investigate the secret society and gather more information. We can't afford to be passive like before, and we can't let Zarathustra lead us by the nose again."

"On May 22nd, Florent of the Soren family actually wanted me to be his subordinate! Do I look like the kind of person who would become a lackey? His attitude is simply unbearable!"

After flipping through four pages of the diary and being bombarded with a massive amount of information, Philip rubbed his temples with a bittersweet feeling, extracting the key information and memorizing it all.

After resting for about ten seconds, he took out the last page of the diary and continued to read it carefully.

"On April 20th, I attended another secret meeting of that ancient organization. The members there still amazed me. It was hard to believe that they were all members of this organization."

Ok? ? ?

(End of this chapter)