Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 21 Admitsol

Dragon Bar, underground trading market.

The people coming and going were strange yet familiar, and occasionally someone would look at Philip with strange eyes.

He lowered the brim of his hat slightly, not feeling surprised. After all, he had just been invited by the Nighthawks to "drink tea" two days ago. There were quite a few people there at the time. Because they were too sleepy to remember the details of the incident, no one knew what they imagined.

Fortunately, it has little impact on shopping.

After buying some auxiliary materials again, Philip stood up again and prepared to continue his action. Suddenly, inspiration was aroused. This strange feeling made him turn his head and look not far away.

In the corner, a young man with a pale face and messy black hair walked out slowly with a somewhat unsteady step.

His eyes, already bloodshot, stared intently at Philip, and he laughed wildly, excitedly, yet weakly. "Haha, hahaha! Darkness, despairing darkness, boundless darkness. Ah—!"

Two streams of bright red blood flowed out from his tightly closed eyes. The young man rolled over and screamed in pain, but still struggled hard and crawled towards Philip.

The palms and worn linen shirts moved on the ground, leaving irregular red marks. The whole scene looked very strange and out of tune with the peaceful crowd around it.

Philip watched silently, then turned his head slightly and asked the stall owner next to him who looked nonchalant, "Who is he?"

"Ha!" The fat boss, sitting cross-legged on the ground, sighed inexplicably, looking over there, his tone revealing a hint of disdain and indifference.
"His name is Ademisol. We all call him 'Monster'. He's always like this, crazy and mad. He sees and hears things that others can't see, so he's never normal."

"At first, some fools tried to help this unfortunate parentless guy, but it was useless! This guy's fate is only madness and death. It was destined from birth, and the people who should be responsible for this are nowhere to be found."

Philip the Monster was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who gave him this title?"

"Everyone says that, but the earliest one I remember..." The boss narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and then said, "The profiteer owner of a bar."

The owner of the Dragon Bar, Swain? Since he could maintain this underground trading market with Beyonders, he must be no ordinary person. Philip nodded slightly, confirming his guess.

The "Monster" path of the Life School. The other party was probably born with half a Sequence 9 in this path. Because he had not taken the magic potion, he was unable to control his powerful inspiration, which led to the disaster.
Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do.

Philip shook his head, ready to ignore the other party and go find the final auxiliary materials needed for the madman's potion.

"Flame, flame"

However, the whispers from behind made him stop where he was, having just walked a few steps away. Turning around, he saw the young man lying on the ground, raising his hand with difficulty, and pointing tremblingly at Philip, trying his best to touch something.

Seeing the pale fingers drooping and resting on his shoes, Philip held down his half-top hat, lowered his head to look at the other person, then closed his eyes and let out a sigh as if helpless.

The midday sunlight poured through the bay window into the living room, which was used as a living room. Philip held the wooden box containing various extraordinary materials in one hand and put the bunch of copper keys into his pocket with the other.

He looked at Admisol, who had his head lowered almost into the ground, holding a bag of food in his hand, and his body trembling uncontrollably, and said helplessly:
"Ademisoir, right?"

The latter shuddered twice and nodded hurriedly. Having previously embarked on an extraordinary journey, and now bringing home this unfortunate fellow who will inevitably die sooner or later, I'm truly adept at asking for trouble. Philip internally grumbled, then spoke softly, "I've already embarked on this extraordinary journey, and now I'm bringing home this unfortunate fellow who will inevitably die sooner or later. I'm truly adept at asking for trouble."

"We'll talk about business later, let's get ready for dinner first."

Having said that, he ignored the other person, took the ingredients from him, and walked straight into the kitchen.

In the living room, Admisol, who had been lowering his head, suddenly froze. He raised his head and looked towards a certain place following the sound of footsteps. Even though his eyes were closed, surprise and shock were still revealed on his face.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, and seemed to have said something, but the noise from the cafeteria drowned out the sound.

In the silence, the aroma of the dishes filled the air and gradually increased. The mixed smell made Ademisol swallow twice and subconsciously touched his stomach.

Tart – tart!

There was a sound as a chair was dragged out from under the table. The terrifying and strange young man who had taken him away earlier seemed to have sat down and said to him again, "Rye bread and boiled beef. I don't think you mind."

Ademisol opened his mouth and struggled for a few times before finally using some strength in his chest to say, "Me?"

"Yeah, that's right." Philip looked at the poor man who didn't dare to open his eyes, shook his head secretly, and tried not to let his tone be affected by the slight resentment caused by the trouble. "It's more convenient to chat after you're full. Okay, stretch out your hand first."

He took out a bowl, put a piece of rye bread in it, scooped some beef broth with a spoon, and added a few pieces of beef and potatoes. After confirming that the amount was about right, he put a towel under the bottom of the bowl and handed it to Ademisol, reminding him:

"Hold on tight, go to the kitchen and eat."

The warmth from the palm of his hand and the words in his ear suddenly made Admisol's confused and frightened heart palpitate. He tried his best to control himself from trembling and said with a sob:

"Thank you, sir, thank you."

Philip paused for a moment, subconsciously gave a faint smile without any smile, returned to the table, picked up the clean silver fork and spoon with both hands, and began to eat as if nothing had happened.

His smile faded until Ademisol's figure disappeared from sight, and he knocked his fork and spoon against each other, making a crisp sound.

The silver utensils reflected a luster in his eyes. Philip looked at the dishes on the table. Even though he still felt hungry, he suddenly lost his appetite.

The so-called madman is not that crazy.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting his labor, he finally ate something.

When he started to clear the things on the table, Admisol in the kitchen seemed to have heard the sound and hurried out holding the bowl with no food residue on it.

"Sir, please leave it to me. I can wash the dishes. I, I can clean the house!"

Philip thought about it, put the bowl he had just picked up back on the table, and nodded: “Yeah.”

(End of this chapter)