7 Pinster Street. Leonard Mitchell walked to his desk and spread out a piece of paper.
He then picked up a fountain pen and lowered his wrist in preparation to write.
However, just as he produced a dark blue dot, the fountain pen paused. He attempted to move his wrist a few times, but everything returned to normal.
Raising his wrist and lowering the fountain pen, Leonard repeated the same actions again and again. Finally, his wrist froze in midair.
Pa! Leonard threw down the fountain pen, crumpled the letter into a ball, and accurately threw it into the trash can at the foot of his desk.
…
160 Böklund Street. Klein took the thin letter from one of Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr's heads.
He weighed it in his hand, and only when his spiritual intuition didn't give him any warning did he open the seal and take out the piece of paper inside.
There was only one page of paper, and on it were two lines of words written in beautiful handwriting:
"I have something that I wish to receive your help with. We can discuss the details in person."
"Sharon."
So it's a letter from Miss Sharon … Klein resolved his puzzlement as he took out a gold coin and did a simple divination in front of Reinette Tinekerr. Then, he took out another piece of paper and wrote a single word:
"Tonight."
He folded the piece of paper and handed it to Miss Messenger.
He asked, "Can you still locate the sender?"
If not, he would give Sharon's address:
126 Garde Street, Hillston Borough, Mrs. Maryam.
"Sure …" One of Reinette Tinekerr's blonde, red-eyed heads gave a response.
She then opened her mouth and bit down on the folded piece of paper.
After Miss Messenger's figure vanished from the room, Klein immediately set up a ritual, preparing to bring Creeping Hunger from above the gray fog back to the real World. Then, he would "Travel" to the various archipelagos in search of lucky pirates.
Creeping Hunger had yet to be sealed, so it still needed to eat one person a day. Klein could only barely use it. He would bring it out every time he needed to feed it, and when the time was right, he would throw it back into the gray fog. After all, it wouldn't make up for the difference.
"If Creeping Hunger dares to cause trouble, feed it mushrooms!" After ending the ceremony and cleaning up the scene, Klein put on the thin human-skinned gloves. His figure quickly faded and disappeared.
…
After dinner, after Creeping Hunger finished its "dry howl" above the gray fog, Klein used the excuse of having an upset stomach to enter the bathroom. He took it out again and used it to "Teleport" to the outside of The Brave in the Baekeland Bridge area.
During this process, he had naturally changed his appearance to that of the black-haired, brown-eyed, bearded, bespectacled detective Sherlock Moriarty.
Bending down and rolling up his pants, Klein let out a self-deprecating laugh. He pulled down the brim of his hat, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and entered the bar.
After asking the bartender, he took a glass of Southville beer and went outside Billiard Room 3. He knocked on the locked door.
Thud, thud, thud … The door creaked open with a rhythmic thud.
The red-eyed Ian craned his neck to take a look, and he instantly smiled.
"Sir, please come in."
As the weather was getting hotter, he didn't wear his old coat. Instead, he wore a simple linen shirt.
Klein nodded with a smile. In a flash, he entered the billiard room and quickly took in the scene inside.
Marić, whose hair was a little messy, wore a white shirt, black vest, and black pants. He was holding a long cue stick and bending over to play billiards.
Perhaps he had a deep impression of the chaos caused by Sherlock Moriarty, but he didn't gather his zombies to play cards.
"Long time no see." Klein took the initiative to greet him.
At the same time, Sharon, who was wearing a small black bonnet and a regal dress of the same color, appeared on the other side of the billiard table. She sat quietly on a high stool.
"Good evening, Ma 'am." Klein looked over and bowed with a smile.
Sharon stood up in a floating manner, lifted her skirt, and bowed slightly in response. Marić put down the cue stick and said in a deep and slightly hoarse voice,
"From the looks of it, you're still stuck in Baekeland."
His face was still pale, but the malice hidden in his brown eyes had faded significantly. It was as though his restraint during this period of time had been rather effective.
It could be seen that obtaining the Scarlet Lunar Corona had prevented him from being on the brink of a breakdown at every full moon. Even his sedatives had to be changed frequently.
Klein didn't respond to Marić's words directly. He walked to the billiard table, put down his beer cup, and smiled.
"I'm very sorry. I could've sold you a Wraith Beyonder characteristic, but unfortunately, I lost it."
Sharon's blue eyes didn't move. She didn't probe for the reason.
All she did was simply ask, "Are you alright?"
She knew that the Wraith Beyonder characteristic Sherlock Moriarty mentioned belonged to Admiral of Blood Señor, and Admiral of Blood was Sherlock Moriarty's marionette. The disappearance of the Wraith Beyonder characteristic also meant that the marionette had been destroyed and lost. This was no trivial matter for the corresponding Beyonder.
"Fortunately, at least I didn't suffer any injuries." Klein sighed and smiled.
"No wonder I didn't see Señor this time …" Marić muttered in realization.
Marić and Miss Sharon don't care too much about the Wraith Beyonder characteristic … They have other channels or means? Klein acutely grasped the situation and asked, "What's the matter?
"What's up this time?"
Marić immediately glanced at Ian. The calm young man, who could still be called a big boy, did not ask any more questions. He quickly left the billiard room and closed the door.
Sharon's doll-like face remained expressionless as she allowed Marić to speak.
"The day after tomorrow, a ship from the Southern Continent will arrive at Pritz Harbor. It has close ties with the Rouen military.
"This ship is loaded with treasures and relics plundered from the Star Highlands, Paz Valley, and Haagati Plains. Among them, there's a mummy. It's the nineteenth king of the ancient Highlands Kingdom, Tutanssess II.
"The original language of the Southern Continent doesn't originate from ancient Feysac. It has its own structure. In the ancient Highlands language, the king is also known as Khadev. This is an exclusive term, and it was translated by Rosell The Great as Pharaoh. It's a mystery what he was thinking. Also, the mummy was named by him. In short, Pharaoh means the son of a god, the king of humans.
"Tutanssess II was once a High-Sequence Beyonder, but after his death, the corresponding characteristic was recycled. Only his body was left behind and made into a mummy.
"To other Beyonders, this is a material filled with spirituality. It's an excellent material to make a zombie, but to us, it has an additional meaning, a very important meaning. Our goal this time is to obtain this Tutanssess II mummy."
Additional meaning? Apart from being used as an ingredient, what other meaning does a High-Sequence Beyonder's corpse have? Klein's heart stirred as he suddenly thought of Ma 'am Hermit's request to purchase a drop of Mythical Creature blood.
Could it be a ritual requirement for Sequence 5 Wraith to advance to Sequence 4 Puppet? Miss Sharon already has the formula, and she has already digested the Wraith potion? From her usual lifestyle, she's basically acting as a Wraith all the time. She might've long digested it … However, the words of the evil spirit in the underground ruins seem to indicate that Miss Sharon didn't have the Puppet potion formula back then. Yes, everyone has their own circles. It's not too strange for Miss Sharon to have the means to obtain it … Klein swept a glance at Sharon in thought, but he didn't discover any obvious changes from before. She still resembled a puppet more than a living person, but there weren't any signs of her becoming more sinister.
Sharon sat there silently, focused on Sherlock Moriarty and Marić, listening to their conversation.
"If it's just a High-Sequence Beyonder mummy without any Beyonder characteristics, the level of protection wouldn't be too high. Even if it's just the two of you, it shouldn't be too difficult to steal it," Klein pondered and raised a question.
From his point of view, a Sequence 5 Beyonder was already considered a quasi-powerhouse. Unless the ship had a demigod watching over it, it would be very difficult for someone at the same level to effectively stop Miss Sharon when her target was only a mummy. After all, the Beyonders in charge had too many important items to protect. Furthermore, they could be scattered in different cabins due to the different ways they were stored.
This time, it was Sharon who gave the explanation. She was as succinct as ever.
She said simply, "I'm worried that it's a trap set up by Rose School.
"If there isn't, 1,000 pounds. If there is, we'll be in charge of attracting attention. You take the mummy away. Depending on the danger, 5,000 to 10000 pounds will be paid."
Is that so … Klein didn't immediately respond. After some thought, he asked,
After some thought, he asked, "Do you know of Spirit World Plunderers?"
Wraith were also a type of Beyonder that could effectively move about in the spirit world.
Sharon nodded slightly.
"I can use gold pounds and information related to the Spirit World Plunderer as payment."
Klein tersely acknowledged.
"I'll consider it. I'll write to you before midnight."
As an outstanding Seer, he had to head above the gray fog to confirm the level of danger regardless. However, he was now certain that this was definitely not a trap targeted at him. This was because he had no need for the mummy.
"Alright," Sharon said without a change in expression.
Klein didn't directly bid farewell. He walked to the door and beckoned Ian in.
He casually asked, "Is there any news worth noting recently?"
Ian thought for a moment and revealed one relatively important piece of information after another.
"… Someone is inquiring about the organization that believes in The Fool …"
Klein smiled in surprise.
"A young man with black hair and green eyes?"
He suspected that it was Leonard Mitchell.
Ian shook his head.
"No. Black hair and black eyes."
Which gentleman from the Aurora Order? Klein thought for a moment.
"Can you draw it?"
"…" Ian was stunned for a second, then said self-deprecatingly, "Then you might never be able to recognize who he is."
At this time, Sharon said,
"I can help you."
"Alright." Ian heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he prepared a relatively simple ceremony as instructed.
Then, he completed a sketch while trembling and convulsing in the Wraith's possession.
It was a young man with slightly curly black hair, a wide forehead, thin cheeks, dark eyes, and a monocle.
Amon!
Blasphemer Amon!
PS: Thanks to the loyal servant Wang Cai for tipping the Silver Alliance Master!
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