Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 85 Azik Eggs
In the morning, Philip, wearing his dirty and wrinkled white shirt, crawled out of the basement with great effort. He looked like someone who had played games all night and then collapsed with satisfaction.

Philip's hands fell down weakly, and the thick hemp ropes wrapped around him, which had been untied at this time, also lost their support and fell directly to the floor.

He leaned against the wall, forced a smile and said to himself:
"all the best"

Puff——!
The moment he finished speaking, Philip's brain suddenly became dazed, and his weak legs caused his knees to fall forward, making him kneel on the ground, and due to inertia, he lay directly on the ground.

Uh, I have no strength left. Philip tried to struggle, but found that his current limit was that he could only put his fingers on the hemp rope that was already worn and torn.

Seeing this, he could only rely on the discomfort of his face pressed against the ground, and use the last bit of his body's strength to turn over and face the ceiling, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The method Philip used yesterday was inspired by many fictional works before the time travel. Novels, movies and even animations had all been created with werewolves and full moons, and they were basically carved from the same mold.

After thinking it over, he decided to take the risk and lock himself in a small basement without using the "Eye of the Heart" and the remaining fire, tie up his body with hemp ropes, and use his willpower alone to resist his desire for flesh and blood.

As it turned out, this worked!
The impressive digestion progress of the "werewolf" potion proved this, and even gave Philip the illusion that this was the only rule of the temperance faction.

Well, maybe it’s not an illusion.

As long as he persisted, the "werewolf" potion would be completely digested after two full moons, or at most three full moons. If there was a blood moon, it would be even faster. Philip's eyelids gradually closed, the drowsiness in his mind raged, and soon his consciousness sank.

April 1349, 9, morning.

Inside an East Balam-style restaurant.

Philip took out the restaurant, wiped the corner of his mouth, and then took out the book he had just bought in the bookstore. It was also the novel that he had finally published.

Sherlock

When she went out in the morning, her neighbor Miss Fors reminded her of this good thing and took out the book she had bought to show her support for her neighbor and younger generation.

Philip was naturally curious about what it would feel like to have his novel bought and read by others, so he took a carriage directly to the bookstore to buy it, and then found a nearby restaurant that looked decent to have breakfast.

Just as she opened the book, wanting to objectively appreciate the great work she had written, she suddenly heard a man's words, a mixture of hesitation and certainty:
"Good morning, Miss."

Philip turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with a medium build, bronze skin and soft features standing next to him.

The man's black hair and brown pupils reminded Philip of his long-lost friend, Klein. The unnaturally deep vicissitudes of life in his eyes made her focus even more. "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"My name is Azik Eggers."

After the middle-aged man introduced himself, he narrowed his eyes slightly before continuing, "I have a student who might know you. He graduated from the History Department of Khoi University."

Khoyi University, Department of History?

Philip instantly guessed who the other person was referring to. His eyes trembled slightly, a hint of shock visible in them, which did not escape Azik's terrifyingly keen observation. Seeing this, the middle-aged man's expression returned to normal. He lowered the brim of his hat and continued, "You seem to have activated the effects of a Beyonder Item. It seems that I won't be needed for the time being."

Philip looked around nervously and found that the scattered customers in the restaurant uttered a name:
"Klein?"

"Yes." Azik nodded. "Before I came to Backlund, he hoped that I would keep an eye on the Rose School's movements if possible, because one of his important friends seemed to be a very important target of this organization."

I see. Philip's lips curled up slightly, and he offered, "Mr. Azik, would you like to sit down and have something to eat? I'll pay for it. Uh, consider it as payment for my subsequent questions."

The middle-aged man was silent for a few seconds. He seemed to catch a glimpse of other people's tables from the corner of his eyes. Although the upward trend of his mouth was suppressed in time, it also visibly eased.
"Alright."

Although he had questions to ask, the taciturn and unfathomable aura displayed by Azik, Klein's teacher, still made Philip hesitate. He only took a sip of "Gwadar" drink every once in a while to ease the embarrassment.

After the other party took the initiative to suggest that he didn't need to be so reserved, Philip finally got a little bolder and asked, "Mr. Azik, how did you discover my identity?"

She thought about it carefully in her mind and realized that if it was someone she had never met, or even a low- to medium-sequence Beyonder, they would not be able to connect her to Philip just by observation.

"Hmm." Azik had obviously anticipated this question, but even so, he frowned and hesitated for two seconds before saying, "I can't quite put it into words."

Philip nodded, not asking any further questions. He then said, "Has Tingen City encountered any other dangerous or bizarre incidents during this period? Um, anything worth mentioning to you, Klein."

Upon hearing this, Azik fell silent again. After a long while, he slowly spoke and told Philip about how Klein's fate was being guided. However, for the sake of safety, he did not say much about himself.

Destiny is guided.
Philip's hand holding the cup hovered in the air, and his mind recalled everything in Tingen City like a kaleidoscope, and he suddenly understood everything.

Azik politely remained silent, waiting for Philip to regain his composure. He then took a sip of the orange-yellow drink in his cup, his expression returning to composure. "There seems to be a slight possibility that it's 0-08, the Level 0 Sealed Artifact stolen by Ince Zangwill."

"0–08, Ince Zangwill?"

Azik frowned slightly, not disguising his confusion. "I seem to have some impression of the former. I think I've heard it somewhere. Sorry, could you explain it to me in detail?"

"Well, I'm just speculating. My thoughts are because the information I personally obtained is too narrow, and I can't make a detailed speculation at all. So I can only use my imagination to speculate."

Philip held the cup in both hands, turned his head and looked around again. After confirming that the conversation here still did not attract anyone's attention, although he was puzzled, he still whispered:
"'0-08' looks like a common quill pen, but it can write without ink. I'm not sure of its specific abilities, but since it's classified as a Level 0 Sealed Artifact, perhaps its ability is to create coincidences and guide fate."

The ability of a Level 2 seal is already at the mid-sequence level, and Level 1 must correspond to a high-series level. Then, the Level 0 seal on the Internet might really be something so incredible.

"But I can't think of any reason for him to stay in Tingen, so just treat it as my nonsense."

After all, he couldn't say that he had read too many online novels and anime, and that if he wrote something down, it would definitely be published. The feather pen had appeared in countless virtual works.

(End of this chapter)