Lord of Mysteries: The Color of the Stars

"Um?"

Julian raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, then curiously took the paper.

The top of the sign read "Special Firearms Permit," and the middle section featured a photo of Julian.

The text at the very bottom reads:

"Licensure: "

"Julian Albrecht's official gun license is valid for one year."

Issuing Authority: Ahowa County Police Department

Date of Issuance: July 6, 1349

Julian was quite surprised to see the gun permit:

"This...it shouldn't be from the Ahowa County Police Department, right?"

"Yes, it was directly approved by the Holy Church."

Dunn Smith nodded:

"I'm not entirely sure of the specific reason, but I suspect it might be related to the time you helped retrieve the Antigonus family notes."

Even so, a special gun license is extremely rare, because it indicates that the church trusts you a great deal... even when you are not a member of the church.

Despite Dunn's statement, Julian still did not believe that this matter was related to the Antigonus Family Notes—after all, he had already received a Sequence 7 sealed artifact as a reward, and it would seem strange to issue him a gun license under such circumstances.

Then there is only one possibility: the Church of the Night wants him to have a stronger ability to protect himself and greater autonomy.

After all, he was secretly investigating the "Aurora Society" and working as a double agent, while the "Four Color Awakeners" were not a sequence that was good at fighting.

Considering security issues, Julian cannot always rely on the "recreation of the scene" of the "Scholar's Legacy" to create pollution attacks on his opponents, so having a gun would greatly improve his situation.

"Praise beauties, goddess."

Julian said sincerely, and then he saw Dunn take out a gleaming silver revolver, a gun holster, a pack of regular bullets and a pack of Demon Hunter bullets from the drawer, and push them onto the table.

"This gun has a much larger caliber than the one you used last time; it's a standard police weapon, so you won't have to buy your own gun."

Dunn's preparations were very thorough:

"As for bullets, you can submit a reimbursement form at any time and come back for more when you run out... But remember, do not misuse firearms."

"Okay, Captain, thank you, Captain."

Julian laughed and, without any hesitation, took all the items for himself.

At this moment, he felt extremely safe—the saying that fear comes from insufficient firepower is equally true even in a mysterious world where supernatural powers dominate.

"Then I'll be leaving first."

After confirming that Dunn was alright, Julian stood up, touched his top hat slightly in greeting, and turned to leave "Blackthorn Security Company".

After that, he bought a first-class ticket for the express steam train to Backlund Central Station and boarded the train.

After studying the Antigonus family notes stored in the "Legacy of Scholars" for a while in his private compartment, Julian lay down on his berth and rested for a bit.

Around 8 p.m., the steam train finally came to a slow stop at Backlund Central Station.

Julian got out of the car with his bag and went out onto the street.

Looking at the bustling traffic and the city lights coming on in Backlund, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Even though I am a time traveler from the old era, I still find Backlund to be extraordinary."

"As expected of the 'City of a Thousand Cities'... Apart from the fact that the architecture and infrastructure are only from the 19th century, the overall appearance and level of commercialization of the city are far superior to Tingen, and even Assara is much inferior."

After finishing his reflections, he boarded a horse-drawn carriage and headed toward Caledonian Street in Hillston.

"Number 145, 147... 149, here we are, they are still here."

Julian looked up at the old green sign above him that read "Vincent's Grocery Store" and walked straight toward the store.

Just as Julian tried to push the door open, a tall, handsome, thin young man with blond hair and blue eyes came out.

The young man looked at Julian, his expression momentarily stunned. After a two-second pause, he quickly looked away and turned to leave.

Julian was a little confused, but he didn't care. He simply put his hand on the door again and pushed it hard.

"jingle."

The doorbell rang, and Julian's eyes fell upon a very ordinary little grocery store.

The shelves around the walls are filled with medicinal herbs, metal parts and handicrafts, while the bookshelves in the corner are stacked with many old books that have been discontinued and are no longer in print.

Julian immediately looked at the birchwood reception desk and the back room behind it, where a gas lamp was faintly visible.

Next to the front desk was a huge birdcage, inside which lay an enormous white owl, silently watching him.

At the foot of this owl, three baby owls huddled around it, squinting their eyes for warmth, creating a very warm and peaceful scene.

"They're here."

At that moment, a young man's voice came from the inner room.

About ten seconds later, Julian saw a man in his thirties, wearing a wizard's robe embroidered with yellow stars, moons and suns, with framed glasses and a slightly roguish appearance, come out carrying a thick stack of books.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

As he bent down to put the books down, he asked a question.

"Vincent, don't you recognize me?"

Julian put down his cane and bag, suppressing the "Starry Night" that was about to stir again, and spoke in a slightly reproachful tone.

"...Julian? Is that you?"

"You're still alive?"

Upon hearing Julian's words, the man named Vincent finally raised his head and spoke in an incredulous tone.

"Of course I'm alive."

Julian nodded:

"We, the people of Jacob's family, don't die so easily... do we?"

"That's true. As long as you don't get promoted to a higher rank, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Vincent grinned and shrugged, acknowledging Julian's words.

His full name is Vincent Cheram, and like Julian, he is a descendant of the Jacob family and a Sequence 7 "Deciphering Scholar".

As a member of the "Hermits of Destiny," Vincent makes a living by helping extraordinary individuals and historians decipher documents and, incidentally, by selling stolen goods for thieves in Backlund.

Besides this, this guy also possesses a considerable amount of intelligence resources, especially information about various rare items and things in the supernatural realm.

"Enough with the small talk, help me find out two things."

Julian began by saying:

"I need the heterochromatic iris and mimic bone powder of the Mimicry Beast, as well as a piece of polar pyroxene that is at least 2000 years old."

"A 'parody monster'?"

Vincent was taken aback by what he heard:

"Wasn't that thing extinct a long time ago?"

"That's why I told you to inquire first, and just let me know if you have any clues."

Julian nodded, and then said:

"Compared to that, polar pyroxene shouldn't be too hard for you to find, especially considering how many Fusak people you know."

"I'm not entirely sure..."

Vincent shook his head, but before he could finish speaking, a girl's voice suddenly came from one side of the bar:

"Vincent, we should be able to find this in our store."

Who is speaking?

Julian was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and then he turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Then, his gaze met the yellow eyes of the giant white owl!