Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

Lyndon stared at the hair in his hand, and made up his mind.

After unlocking his second profession, Lyndon gained a lot of basic knowledge about alchemy.

One of the alchemical techniques is called "Shadow Tracking".

By adding an object closely related to the target to the prepared potion and drinking it, the scene of the discovery will appear before your eyes.

This tracking technique is considered the most basic introductory level, and the required materials are not difficult to obtain; for example, you should be able to gather them all at the Shrine of Grayhorn.

"Since you've chosen this profession, you have to make it work."

Lyndon made up his mind. He saw a small twig on the ground, picked it up, broke off a small piece, and then wrapped his hair around it.

He carefully put the small twig with hair wrapped around it into his pocket.

"Alright, I came here to find out what's going on. In that case, I'll be going now."

Having said that, Lyndon stood up.

"Are you leaving again?" Giselle stood there as Lyndon got up to leave, her broken eyes filled with reluctance.

"I have something to do. Wait until I'm done." Lyndon walked to Giselle's side and reached out to pat her head.

"Alright, you, be careful." Giselle's mood somber.

Then, Lyndon and Alastor went out of the house.

Standing at the door, Lyndon looked up at the bright sun in the sky and suddenly mentioned to Alastor the arm he had cut off earlier.

Where did you put my arm?

"I found a freezer for your arm, right in the city," Alastor said. "I think you might want to switch it back after this is all over."

"Okay, give me the address, I need it now." Lyndon lowered his head and looked away.

"Veltlin, Wool Quarter 78. What use is that severed hand to you?" Alastor asked curiously.

Lyndon glanced back at Alastor and chuckled, "The power of nostalgia."

Alastor raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and remarked, "That's why I chose to sponsor you; your way of thinking is always so different from others."

As he spoke, Alastor looked down at Lyndon's head.

Sometimes I really want to know what secrets you're hiding in your head.

Lyndon waved goodbye, saying, "Just a lump of meat. Goodbye, Alastor."

He put his hands in his pockets and swaggered out of the cabin.

Alastor stood at the door and watched until Lyndon was out of sight before sitting back down in his chair.

Lyndon left the cabin and walked along the main road toward the city.

On the way, he met a kind-hearted person who was rushing to the city to deliver goods.

A kind person offered to give him a ride.

Linden was delighted and, without any hesitation, jumped onto the car platform.

By hitchhiking, Lyndon arrived in the city.

Following the address given by Alastor, Lyndon arrived in front of a building.

He walked into the building and gave the receptionist his name, Alastor.

The staff registered Linden and led him to a cold storage room.

A row of freezers is embedded in the wall of the cold storage.

"This is the cabinet that Mr. Alastor ordered."

Lyndon nodded: "Okay, you can go out now."

After the staff left, Lyndon opened the freezer.

The moment the cabinet was pulled open, a bone-chilling cold swept over you.

A large body bag was stuffed inside the thick cabinet.

Lyndon unzipped the body bag.

Inside the bag was a severed arm, its skin pale and lifeless.

Lyndon reached out and took the severed arm in his hand, weighing it in his hand.

His purpose in retrieving the severed arm was simple.

It was to test my secret abilities as a second profession.

That is, the [Bone and Blood Armor].

According to the description in the Book of Fate, the use of the Bone and Blood Armor allows one to modify the form of flesh and blood with spiritual power, turning it into a deadly weapon.

In other words, Lyndon can now turn every inch of his flesh and blood into a weapon of murder.

But Lyndon didn't want to use his body to fight people in the future.

So he still wanted to get himself a handy weapon.

As soon as Lyndon had this thought, he remembered the arm he had cut off.

It's all about recycling waste!

Lyndon held his severed arm, and then, with a thought, the severed arm in his hand began to change its appearance.

In an instant, a pale cross-shaped bone sword appeared in Lyndon's hand.

Twisted, blood-red patterns spread across the sword's surface.

The sword pommel is shaped like a human claw.

Lyndon first brandished the sword a few times, then touched the blade with his fingertip.

With just a light touch, Lyndon's fingertip was cut open, leaving a deep gash that exposed the bone.

"It's incredibly sharp!"

Linden looked at the bone sword in his hand and couldn't help but admire it.

He removed the body bag from the cabinet, wrapped it around the sword, and then left the building with the sword.

Meanwhile, at Sutcliffe Estate, far away in the Great Mill in the South District.

Viscount William was looking at the documents his old butler had handed him.

"Sanctuary of Gray Corner, Cecilia, Herbert..."

Viscount William quickly finished reviewing the documents in his hand, his expression calm.

"Is that all? And both of them specialize in Nikolai secret arts, which doesn't meet my requirements."

"Yes, sir. But they recently had a new recruit named Philip, who I heard studies mental arts." The old butler said respectfully.

"You mean, you heard?" Viscount William slammed the documents on the table. "Barkley, I've always thought of you as a meticulous person."

The old butler lowered his head in shame and apologized to Viscount William: "I'm sorry, sir. The main problem is that this Philip is a newcomer, and I've heard from the church that a very important person is coming to Chongqing soon, so everything is being handled with extreme caution, and I have very little information available."

"Important man..." Viscount William thought for a moment, "It seems our time is even more pressing."

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me your reasons for choosing these people," Viscount William said, picking up the documents again.

"Yes, sir."

Barkley began to explain his views to Viscount William.

"First of all, Cliff Corner is just a small sanctuary, with only three people including the newcomers, and two of them are siblings. If we can control either of them, we can keep them firmly under our control."

"Secondly, I've investigated. Although Huini Corner is called a sanctuary, its funding has always been inconsistent, to the point that their lives are no different from ordinary people. If we were to use a little money to smooth things over, they would surely be extremely grateful and do their utmost!"

"Third, the Shrine of Grayhorn is close to Dark Oak Forest, making it very convenient for people to travel to and from it."

"Fourth, and most importantly, these three have no connections whatsoever. No matter what methods they use, they won't pose any negative impact on us!"

The old butler's three reasons made Viscount William nod repeatedly in agreement.

"Good! Barkley, you're still the same meticulous Barkley."

The old butler said modestly, "Sir, you flatter me!"

Viscount William made up his mind immediately and took out paper and pen from the drawer.

He quickly scribbled something on the letter paper.

Then Viscount William folded the letter in half, put it in the envelope, and sealed it with sealing wax.

Viscount William handed the letter to the old butler.

"Barkley, go to the Sanctuary in Grayhorn yourself and persuade them! If it can be solved with money, don't be stingy!"

"Yes, sir!" The old butler accepted the letter and turned to leave the study.