Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 94 Tarot Meeting

Azik looked at the Bone Messenger, his expression unchanged, and said, "In terms of strength, you are no less than it, and it will not disobey my orders. After signing a contract with you, it will obey any orders that are not too unreasonable."

As he spoke, he took out his pen and notebook and began writing rapidly.

Oh, I see.

Having been reassured, Philip felt relieved and looked again at the tall, imposing, and powerful skeletal messenger in front of him, secretly pleased with himself.

If compared to an extraordinary being, the other party undoubtedly possesses the level of Sequence Seven, and may even fluctuate upwards. In this way, even if we encounter any tricky situations that require manpower in the future, we can use them to handle things.

Azik stopped what he was doing, handed him the blank sheet of paper with the writing on it, and added, "This is a necromancer's contract. I've already written out the relevant terms and format for you. Since the Grim Reaper has fallen, you can use the underworld itself or a description of a high-ranking figure in the necromancer realm to represent His name."

Upon hearing this, Philip recalled the incantation the other person had used to summon the Bone Messenger. Following the other person's instructions, he lit a candle symbolizing himself and asked with some doubt, "Mr. Azik, what is the connection between the underworld and the spirit world?"

Messengers can only be beings from the spirit world. This is common knowledge, whether it's Marich or Mr. A, or even most extraordinary beings. But what the other party just described was the underworld. Obviously, the two cannot be completely the same.

"The underworld is located within the spirit world; more precisely, it's a special place that the ancient god of death carved out within the spirit world," Azik explained, then gave him a description of the underworld:

"The final destination of all death is the hell of the spirit world, the witness to the decay of all things, the kingdom that belongs only to the god of death."

As Philip wrote these four lines down, a ghastly green flame ignited all the Hermesians, making the already somewhat chilly room, thanks to the skeletal messenger, even more eerie.

"Okay, write down your name now."

After thinking for a moment, Azik reminded him, "All that's needed for the contract is aura. The name is just for summoning. You can use a pseudonym, but you can't change it later."

"A pseudonym," Philip nodded, and after a moment's thought, he wrote down his disguised name with a pen: "Bell Sirales."

The name Jane Charlotte is not applicable. Whenever Bell Sirais faces an extraordinary person or a more sophisticated investigation, the final answer can only point to himself. Since his true aura cannot be changed, there is no need to put in any effort to carefully conceal it.

After he wrote down his name, the skeletal messenger in the room stretched out its two giant hands, grabbed a pen and a piece of paper respectively, and pushed them against the ceiling, writing something with some effort.

"It doesn't have a name, only a race," Azik explained after noticing Philip looking up. "If you don't mind, you can give it a name yourself."

"name."

As Philip stroked his chin and muttered to himself, the ghastly green flames engulfed the paper and pen in the skeletal messenger's hand, turning them to ashes and vanishing without a trace.

The other's figure suddenly became illusory. At the last moment, it turned its head, its eyes, burning with black flames, looked at Philip, met his sapphire blue eyes, and finally its form became illusory, disappearing into the candlelight it lit.

Philip smiled, looked at Azik, shrugged, and said with a hint of helplessness but also undisguised joy, "I want to ask for its opinion when I summon it later before making a decision."

"Of course, it's up to you."

3 PM.

The deep red light, like a tidal wave, faded away.

Philip reappeared at the ancient, weathered bronze table, where he met the familiar Tarot Club and its members.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Temperance!"

Good afternoon, Mr. Sun!

Audrey greeted everyone with a sweet smile, and the mere sound of her greeting seemed to alleviate much of the fatigue that had accumulated in her body and mind. Infected by her, everyone responded in kind.

After exchanging greetings, Audrey looked at Alger and briefly recounted how her friends Fors and Hugh were tracking Zillingus, which earned her a moment of contemplation from "The Hanged Man" Alger.

A few seconds later, he nodded slightly:

"I will be careful."

Knowing full well that he was no match for Zilingus, Alger, after a brief moment of internal thought, turned to look at the Fool above and said sincerely:

"Honorable Fool, if we have ascertained the true purpose of Zilingus and what that very important and magical item he is trying to obtain is, please allow me to recite your name and inform you in a ritual."

If there are truly great benefits behind this, even if it is insignificant to the gods, it is a worthwhile bargaining chip for Mr. Fool's followers. Alger lowered his head, controlling his breathing, and waited for the next answer.

What's the use of telling me? I still need someone to help me deal with Ince Zangwell. Klein suppressed the urge to shake his head and sigh, leaned back in his chair, and nodded slightly.

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

"Can."

Hearing this affirmative answer, Alger quietly breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, and said humbly, "Please allow me to commend you for listening in advance."

He then looked at the other person and said again, "I am about to obtain a batch of Emperor Roselle's diaries, and I believe I can present them to you at the next gathering, or the one after that."

Alger is about to arrive in Backlund, and as the former headquarters of the Church of the Lord of Storms in history, the Backlund diocese has a wealth of information second only to the headquarters of the seven major orthodox churches.

That's great. It's a pity I'm just a miserable, unaffiliated extraordinary person. I can only post commissions at parties, or maybe Sharon and Marich will be able to find Russell's Diary later. Well, I'll just take a look myself. I'll avoid handing it over to Mr. Fool if I can avoid it.

Ever since he learned that Mr. Fool was likely the culprit who caused his time travel and was even collecting the diary left by his predecessor Russell, Philip secretly kept a close eye on things and completely gave up the idea of ​​getting anything from him through the diary.

Totally unnecessary.

After all, no one can say for sure what the other party wants. If they get what they want from the diary, it's hard to say how the members of the Tarot Club will be treated. They could be discarded after being used, or forced into hard labor due to the other party's oppression.

I still need to hurry up and get promoted. Even if I die, at least I'll be free of all this mess and won't have to face it anymore. As Philip thought this, he noticed that the diary submission session at the party was still unfinished, so he looked at "The Sun" and said:

"I have compiled and written down the information about the Northern Continent, and I can give it to you now."

(End of this chapter)