Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 93 The Messenger

After noon.

Inside the Old Wells restaurant on Zotland Street, Philip sat by the window. Seemingly unintentionally withdrawing his attention, and finding nothing of interest, he put down his empty glass, got up, and left.

Mr. Azik is right. For someone who isn't even Sequence Five, trying to get close to Ince Zangwell is probably just a pipe dream, or perhaps it's something Ince did on purpose.

Since that's the case, it's better to protect Klein, who is also an important figure in the signal flare. After all, if the other party takes any action, he will definitely take action himself. Apart from the official Beyonders, Tingen only has a few wild Beyonders at Sequence 9.

With these thoughts in mind, he got up and returned to the hourly room he had booked, where he could maintain his observation of Blackthorn Security Company, and waited quietly.

As for Tarot...

"Philip."

Just as Philip was preparing to reluctantly ask for leave, a call from behind relieved him of his inner turmoil. There stood Azik, wearing a white shirt and black vest. "Did you go to see that guy yesterday?"

Philip nodded. "Yes, I think if I can find something on my own and then call on you, I can avoid a lot of risks."

Azik didn't comment, but sat on the bed, took out matches and a cigar, and said, "Today, when I was searching in the suburbs, the spirits around me suddenly sensed your presence in a certain house."

"Although a long time has passed, I still sensed it. Through the residual connection in my blood, I knew that Ince Zangwell, who took my child's skull, was staying there yesterday. Unfortunately, he has now moved to a different location."

last night?

Philip suddenly recalled the houses he had inspected yesterday, trying to visualize their appearance in his mind, but he couldn't recall what he had thought of one of them at the time.

After all that, I was still affected. He closed his eyes and silently exhaled, then looked at Azik in front of him, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration:

"Mr. Azik, could you protect Klein for a while after 3 o'clock? I have some things to do, um, about half an hour, forty-five minutes at most."

"No problem."

Azik agreed almost without thinking, "I happen to be free of anything. The other party has been completely inactive lately, leaving me with no way to make a move. If it weren't for your discovery, I would have even thought he had already left Tingen."

Philip breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving a reply and expressed his gratitude. However, he suddenly seemed to remember something and patted his head.

I rely on!

I haven't organized the information Mr. "Sun" asked for yet. I almost forgot. I need to write it down and organize it while I still have time. I forgot about it last week because of my carelessness. I absolutely can't embarrass myself again this time.

"Philip, you don't have a messenger yet, do you?"

Just as he was trying to quickly organize the general information about the major kingdoms of the Northern Continent that he knew well, Azik suddenly asked a question.

"Well, I haven't tried holding a ceremony yet." Philip nodded. This had become a necessary attempt after he advanced to Sequence Six. At worst, he could ask Marich and Sharon to help him with the ceremony.

This method of communication is really convenient.

"There are two ways to obtain a messenger. One is to hold a ritual to summon a spirit creature and sign a contract with it. The other is to directly enter the spirit world and find the messenger you wish to obtain."

"Both methods carry certain risks. If you don't mind, I can give you a messenger and have it sign a contract with you."

You're giving it to me?!

Philip blinked in astonishment, hardly believing his ears. He tentatively asked, "You mean... you're giving me a messenger? Um, what should I pay for that?"

"There's no need to take it too seriously. For me, there have been countless similar messengers; this is just one of them."

Urgently, Azik looked at him, smiled, and said, "If we're talking about sacrifices, then what you're doing right now in Tingen City counts as a sacrifice."

Is this a case of good deeds being rewarded?

As Philip thought this, he opened his mouth, but his usually clear mind seemed to become muddled at this moment, and the ability to stop speaking was suspended for a full ten seconds before it finally eased up.

"Mr. Azik, thank you." He bowed slightly to Azik, who was patiently waiting before him, and then murmured as if to himself:

"I can strive for a better and safer life, no matter the pain, exhaustion, or hardship, but what I truly seek is peace of mind, a life of peace of mind."

A peaceful life. Philip smiled, his sapphire eyes looking up at Azik as he raised his head. "So rather than seeking benefits or rewards, I hope that by becoming a high-sequence powerhouse capable of protecting myself and others, I won't let anything that happens on this path cause me to be different from who I am now."

"Me now?"

Azik paused slightly, softly repeated the four words, then closed his eyes, remained silent for a long time before smiling and saying, "Very good idea. My understanding of you has deepened considerably."

He didn't continue discussing that part, his gaze wandering around the room before settling on the bedside table. He opened it, took out two candles, and said:

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

"I'll demonstrate how to summon a messenger. After you sign a contract with it later, you can try it yourself. In the future, whether you summon it yourself or someone else does, you'll only need one candle."

"Don't worry, there will be no danger."

Seeing this, Philip thoughtfully helped design the spiritual wall and also drew the windows and curtains, waiting for the big boss to make his move.

Azik lit the candle, stepped back, and said in ancient Hermes:

"I!

"I summon in my own name:"

"A spirit born of the underworld, an illusory creature symbolizing death, a messenger belonging exclusively to Azik Eggers."

Originally, it was just because summer had passed and the room was cool, but suddenly it became chillingly cold. Trusting Azik, Philip opened his spiritual vision after a brief hesitation and saw the white bones showing on the floor.

A few seconds later.

Its entire body was made of white bones, and black flames flickered in its eye sockets. The monster, which was nearly four meters tall, lowered its head, which was almost touching the ceiling, and looked down at Philip, who was half its size.

This thing is just a messenger, and there aren't even countless of them. Philip's breathing became heavy. Sensing the faint aura of danger emanating from the other party, he asked with some concern:

"Um, Mr. Azik, would it be willing to come with me?"

(End of this chapter)