Mystery: A Spark

"Given your financial situation, it will be difficult for you to raise the money needed for these two extraordinary materials in the short term. Of course, you can resell the formula at other gatherings of extraordinary individuals, but believe me, this will bring you unnecessary danger. Our circles may not overlap, but I am not alone."

No, you guessed wrong. I'm actually quite well-off right now. If I work hard, I can afford the materials for the Sheriff's Potion... However, I don't have any clues about the two main materials right now. Maybe I can keep dealing with him and see what he's up to... Hugh thought to himself.

She frowned, displaying a slight embarrassment that hinted at her poor financial situation, and asked in return:

"Since you have a huge organization and the formula for the 'sheriff' and even the 'arbitrator' potion, why do you still need my help?"

“There are some things we don’t want to do ourselves. There are many reasons for this, but I don’t need to tell you. And every ‘arbitrator’ who walks the path of the extraordinary on their own has some noble connections behind them, which is also what we need.” The masked man explained briefly.

It seemed he didn't know my background, or even my reputation in the East District... Hugh relaxed a little.

At that moment, the image of a blond young man involuntarily appeared in her mind, because Arthur had once made a similar request, wanting her to work for him.

I feel like I've suddenly become quite popular. I'll ask Arthur another day and see if he knows anything about this masked man... Hugh thought to himself silently.

The masked man continued:

"Just think of this as a commission outside the gathering of extraordinary individuals. I will give you some tasks and pay you accordingly. If you feel it is dangerous, you can refuse. This is a fair and free transaction. Once you have saved enough money, you can come to me to buy materials."

Hugh, who was struggling to find the main ingredient, was suddenly intrigued. After a few seconds of hesitation, he said:

"I can consider it as long as I have the right to refuse the task."

She didn't agree immediately because in her heart, Arthur, who knew the truth about her father's death, was the better choice.

Therefore, without knowing the positions of Arthur and the masked man, Hugh left himself some leeway to avoid receiving two completely contradictory missions later.

"No problem," the masked man laughed.

“We can arrange the location and method of our future meeting now, and to put your mind at ease, we'll give you the reins.”

“Okay,” Hugh nodded.

Chapter 122 Klein: This fellow countryman is too real.

Inside a house in Hillston.

Hugh and Fors, who had just returned home from the extraordinary party with a full bag of gifts, were chatting and laughing as they went home.

"So, do you want to go see Arthur again tomorrow?" Fors asked her friend in a good mood.

She couldn't afford to be in a bad mood, because she had already collected most of the ingredients for the Trickster's Potion.

Once the deep-sea marlin blood from Arthur's side arrives, Fors can begin the process of advancing to Sequence 8.

This was a very significant event for Fowles, who had been stuck at the apprenticeship level for many years.

Moreover, if she were to advance to become a magic master, the full moon curse she was suffering from might be alleviated.

This made Fors feel an overwhelming sense of excitement.

Hugh could sense her friend's excitement, and she was actually quite excited herself.

Because she had already bought the sheriff's potion recipe, and also had clues about the two main ingredients needed for the recipe.

After asking the masked man about the price of the two main materials, she realized she was still short about two hundred pounds.

However, Arthur had previously promised that if they captured Lanius, the 100 pounds on him would be hers and Fors's.

Fors felt that he had done virtually nothing in this matter, so he decided that if he received the bounty, he would give all one hundred pounds to Hugh.

So if you really think about it, the amount of money Xiu has is not much less than what he needs to buy both main materials.

If I'm lucky enough to receive another request from Miss Audrey, I might be able to collect them all right away.

“That’s right. I plan to ask Arthur if he knows the identity of the masked man I met today. Normally he wouldn’t know, but if he does, it means that the organization behind Arthur has very strong intelligence capabilities.”

"In this way, his previous claim of knowing information about my father will be more credible."

Right after he finished speaking, he looked at Fors with a slightly smug expression, wanting to hear his friend exclaim in surprise at his intelligence, just like before.

In this way, Hugh can, as always, tirelessly emphasize once again that he simply prefers using his hands to his brain, and is not a real idiot.

However, to her surprise, Fors did not tease her this time. Instead, she frowned and then collapsed to the ground with a pained expression.

"Forsi!"

Xiu exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to check on Fors's condition.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" she asked anxiously.

“Full moon… curse… red moon…” Fors gritted his teeth and said, enduring the pain.

"Red moon?" Hugh turned to look out the window and found that the moon outside had indeed turned red at some point.

She quickly stood up, walked to the window, and drew the curtains.

However, Fors's expression remained one of immense pain, showing no signs of relief.

"It's no use... How could this be? Didn't you tell me before that the full moon's ramblings didn't affect you?"

"Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this. We need to think of a solution. What should we do, what should we do..." Xiu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Right, Your name… A thought flashed through Hugh’s mind as he suddenly remembered what Arthur had said that morning.

“As far as I know, this Fool is a mysterious being who enjoys equivalent exchanges,” Arthur said.

Equivalent exchange, yes, there's no other way now, might as well give it a try... Xiu gritted his teeth.

"Fors, quickly say the name! Say the name of that Fool, it might help." Seeing his friend screaming in pain, Hugh immediately reminded him.

At this moment, Fors's mind was already somewhat blurred due to the pain, but Hugh's loud reminder clearly reached her ears.

A mysterious being who likes equivalent exchange... Such a thought flashed through Fors's already somewhat confused mind.

She recited with all her might:

"A fool who does not belong to...this era..."

"Above the gray fog... a mysterious overlord..."

"The one who wields...good fortune...the king of yellow and black..."

"Save me, save me..."

……

15 Minsk Street, Joewood District.

Meursault's body lay there, eyes wide open, seemingly still retaining a murderous glint.

The wound that severed half of the throat was originally just a thin line, but with the condensation of the extraordinary properties just now, it has grown much larger and become much more blurred.

At the same time, the incontinence that occurred after his death caused his lower body to emit a foul odor.

Klein held the dark red, jelly-like object, somewhat perplexed about what to do next.

Just now, he had communicated with Meursault through a medium and learned that the mastermind behind this operation was the ambassador of the Republic of Intis to Backlund.

They also learned that the other party was looking for Ian Wright because Ian might be involved with a very important item.

That's why Klein was somewhat troubled about what to do with Meursault's body.

Broadly speaking, he has three options: clean up the scene, treat his wounds, and go to the street to call the police under the pretext of self-defense.

Secondly, they would wait until nightfall, then dump the body into a sewer and pretend nothing had happened.

Third, immediately abandon your current identity, flee to another district, and change your name again.

Of course, besides these three options, Klein had another choice: to seek help from his fellow countryman Arthur.

However, this choice presents a crucial problem, which is...

"He invited me to his house, but didn't leave his contact information or home address. That's so real..." Klein muttered, scratching his head.

He hadn't realized this problem before because he had just been resurrected and was pulled up by Arthur, and his thoughts were still quite confused.

So Klein didn't notice this during that conversation.

But now that he's in trouble and wants to ask Arthur for help, he realizes he has neither Arthur's contact information nor where Arthur lives.

This left Klein completely stunned.

Contacting them through the gray fog won't work either, because neither Mr. Fool himself nor his followers should be troubled by dealing with a corpse.

If Klein seeks Arthur's help through the Gray Fog because of this, then the Fool's prestige will be utterly humiliated.

"This is tricky. It seems we'll have to resort to divination." Klein sighed.

The divination was completed quickly, and the result was that the police should be called.

In fact, even before the divination was performed, Klein was already inclined to call the police.

After consulting the divination for the other two options and receiving negative answers, Klein no longer hesitated and began to deal with the situation.

The situation was quickly resolved.

Klein disguised Meursault's wound as a dagger stab, then placed all the extraordinary items, such as extraordinary properties, charms, and bloodstained tarot cards, on the gray mist.

With the gray fog blocking the way, even if a powerful and extraordinary person were to perform a targeted divination, they would not obtain any useful results.

After doing all that, Klein snapped on his gold pocket watch and began to estimate the time.

He wanted to ensure that even if an Extraordinary Person came to investigate later, Meursault's death time had exceeded one hour.

This is an important milestone in the field of spiritualism.

However, while Klein waited, he suddenly heard echoing, illusory prayers.

Who? He frowned slightly and listened carefully, but he could only confirm that the person praying was a woman, and her voice was intermittent and seemed to contain great pain.

Thinking that he had to wait anyway, and there was still more than half an hour before he was supposed to call the police, Klein went into the washroom, walked four steps backward, and came up above the gray fog.

This time, he did not see any illusory star expanding and contracting its crimson light, but at the end of the ancient and mottled bronze table, beside the Fool's chair, clear radiance rippled outwards in concentric circles.

"A request from someone who isn't a member of the Tarot Club... could it be Hugh, or someone else?" Klein wondered as he sat down in his seat.

Leaning back slightly, Klein tapped his left hand, releasing his spiritual energy, and touched the ripples of light.

The scene around him suddenly changed. He saw a brown-haired woman lying on the ground, struggling in pain, and a petite woman beside her, extremely anxious.

At the same time, Klein clearly heard the other person's plea:

"A fool who does not belong to...this era..."

"Above the gray fog... a mysterious overlord..."