At 7 Pinster Street, Leonard Mitchell walked to the desk and spread out the letter paper.

He then picked up the round-bellied absorbent fountain pen, lowered his wrist, and prepared to write.

However, just as he made a small dark blue dot, the pen stopped. He tried to move his wrist several times, but each time he regained his composure.

Raising his wrist and lowering his pen, Leonard repeated the same action again and again. Finally, his wrist froze in mid-air.

Pah! Leonard dropped his pen, crumpled up the letter, and threw it accurately into the trash can at the foot of the table.

…………

At 160 Böklund Street, Klein took the thin letter from the mouth of one of the heads of the messenger lady, Renette Tinicole.

He weighed it, and only opened the seal and took out the paper until his spiritual intuition gave no warning.

The paper was only one page, with two lines of words written on it in neat handwriting:

"I have something I hope to get your help with. Let's talk about the details."

"Sharon"

It turned out to be a letter from Miss Sharon... Klein resolved his doubts and took out a gold coin. He did a simple divination in front of Reinette Tinicole, then took out another piece of letter paper and wrote a word:

"tonight."

He folded the paper and handed it to the messenger, asking:

"Can we still locate the sender?"

If that doesn't work, he gives Sharon's mailing address:

Mrs Maria, 126 Gard Street, Hillston.

"Okay..." One of the blond, red-eyed heads of Renette Tinicole responded.

She then opened her mouth and bit the folded letter.

After the messenger disappeared from the room, Klein immediately set up a ritual, preparing to bring the "Creeping Hunger" back to the real world from above the gray fog, and then "travel" to various archipelagos to find lucky pirates.

——The “Creeping Hunger” has not been sealed yet and still needs to eat one person every day. Klein can only use it reluctantly. He takes it out and feeds it whenever he needs it. When the time is right, he throws it back into the gray fog. Anyway, he won’t make up the difference in the middle.

"If 'Creeping Hunger' dares to make trouble, feed it mushrooms!" After finishing the ceremony and cleaning up the scene, Klein put on the thin human leather gloves. His figure quickly faded and disappeared from the spot.

…………

After dinner, when the Creeping Hunger had finished howling above the gray fog, Klein used the excuse of feeling sick to his stomach to go into the bathroom, take it out again, and "teleport" to the outside of the Brave Bar in the Backlund Bridge area.

During this process, his appearance has naturally changed, and he has become the great detective Sherlock Moriarty with black hair, brown eyes, a beard and glasses.

Bending his back and rolling up his trouser legs, Klein laughed at himself, lowered the brim of his hat, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and entered the bar.

After asking the bartender, he took a glass of Southwell beer, went to the outside of billiard room No. 3, and knocked lightly on the locked door.

Dong, dong, dong... With the rhythmic sound, the door creaked and cracked.

Ian, with bright red eyes, looked over and immediately smiled:

"Sir, please come in."

Because the weather was getting hotter, he no longer wore the old coat and simply put on a linen shirt.

Klein nodded with a smile, and quickly entered the billiard room. He quickly took in the scene inside:

Maric, with messy hair, was wearing a white shirt, a black vest and black pants. He was holding a long cue and bending over to play billiard.

Perhaps he was impressed by the chaos caused by Sherlock Moriarty, so he did not call his zombies to play cards this time.

“Long time no see.” Klein took the initiative to greet him.

At the same time, Sharon, wearing a small black soft hat and a court dress of the same color, appeared on the other side of the table and sat quietly on a high stool.

"Good evening, ma'am." Klein looked over and bowed with a smile.

Sharon stood up slightly, lifted her skirt, bowed slightly, and responded politely. Maric put down the club and said in a low and slightly hoarse voice:

"It seems that you are still staying in Backlund."

His face was still as pale as ever, but the malice hidden in his brown eyes had faded a lot, as if the restraint he had exercised during this period was quite effective.

It can be seen that the acquisition of the "Crimson Moon Corona" has saved him from being on the verge of collapse every time the full moon comes, and even the sedatives have to be replaced with new ones frequently.

Klein did not respond directly to Maric's words. He walked to the table, put down his beer glass, and smiled.

"I'm sorry, I could have sold you a copy of the Beyonder characteristic of 'Wrathful Soul', but unfortunately it was lost."

Sharon's blue eyes did not move. She did not try to find out the reason. She simply asked:

"Are you okay?"

She knew that the extraordinary characteristic of "Ghost" mentioned by Sherlock Moriarty belonged to "Admiral of Blood" Senior, and "Admiral of Blood" was Sherlock Moriarty's secret doll. The disappearance of the extraordinary characteristic of "Ghost" meant the damage and loss of the secret doll, which was no small matter for the corresponding extraordinary person.

“Fortunately, at least I wasn’t hurt.” Klein sighed and smiled.

"No wonder I didn't see Senior this time..." Maric whispered in realization.

Neither Maric nor Miss Sharon paid much attention to the Beyonder characteristic of the “Grudge Soul”... Do they have another channel, or a way? Klein keenly grasped the situation and asked:

"What's going on this time?"

Maric immediately glanced at Ian, the calm young man who could still be called a big boy, without asking any more questions. He quickly left the billiard room and closed the door.

Sharon's face was expressionless, like a puppet, and she let Maric speak:

"The day after tomorrow, a ship from the southern continent will arrive at Pritz Harbor. It has close ties with the Loen military.

“The ship was loaded with a lot of treasures and artifacts looted from the Star Plateau, the Pas River Valley, and the Hagati Steppe. Among them was a mummy, which was the nineteenth king of the ancient Highland Kingdom, Tutankhamun II.

"The original language of the Southern Continent did not originate from the ancient Feysac language. It has its own structure. In the ancient Highland language, the king was also called 'Kadfu'. This is a special word. It was translated into 'Pharaoh' by Emperor Roselle. I don't know what he was thinking. In addition, 'Mummy' was also named by him. In short, 'Pharaoh' means the son of the gods and the king of mankind.

"Tutansis II was once a High-Sequence Warrior. However, after his death, his corresponding characteristics were recovered and only his body remained, which was made into a mummy.

"For other extraordinary people, this is a spiritual material and an excellent object for making zombies, but for us, it has an extra meaning, a very important meaning. Our goal this time is to obtain the mummy of Tutankhamun II."

Additional meaning? A corpse of a high-sequence expert without extraordinary characteristics, other than being used as material, what additional meaning does it have? Klein's mind moved, and he suddenly thought of the behavior of the Hermit lady seeking to buy a drop of blood from a mythical creature.

Could it be that it was required for the ritual of Sequence 5 "Wrathful Soul" to be promoted to Sequence 4 "Puppet"? Did Miss Sharron already have the formula and had digested the "Wrathful Soul" potion? Judging from her daily life, she was always playing the role of "Wrathful Soul". Maybe she had already digested it... However, the words of the evil spirit in the underground ruins seemed to indicate that Miss Sharron did not have the "Puppet" potion formula at the time. Well, everyone has their own circle. It's not too strange that Miss Sharron had a way to get it... Klein glanced at Sharron thoughtfully, and did not find any obvious changes compared to before. She still looked more like a puppet than a living person, but there was no sign of being more sinister.

Sharon sat there quietly, watching Sherlock Moriarty and Maric intently and listening to their conversation.

“If it’s just a high-sequence mummy without Beyonder characteristics, the level of protection won’t be too high. Even if there are only two of you, it shouldn’t be too difficult to steal it.” Klein pondered and asked.

In his opinion, Sequence 5 can already be called a quasi-strong person. Unless the ship is guarded by a demigod, it would be difficult for the same level to effectively stop Miss Sharon when her target is just a mummy. After all, there are too many important items that the responsible Beyonders need to protect, and they may be scattered in different cabins due to different storage methods.

This time, it was Sharon who explained, and she said it simply:

“I’m worried that this is a trap set by the Rose School against us.

"If not, 1,000 pounds. If so, we'll be responsible for attracting attention and you'll take the mummy. It depends on the danger, ranging from 5,000 pounds to 10,000 pounds."

I see... Klein didn't respond immediately. After thinking for a while, he asked:

"Do you know the Spiritual Reaver?"

"Ghosts" are also a type of extraordinary being that can effectively move in the spirit world.

Sharon nodded slightly and said:

"I can use gold pounds and relevant information about the spirit world predators as a reward."

Klein said, “Hmm.”

"I'll think about it and write you a reply before midnight."

As an excellent "fortune teller", no matter what, he had to go above the gray fog to confirm the degree of danger. However, he was now sure that this was definitely not a trap for him, because he had no need for the mummy.

"Okay." Sharon said without changing her expression.

Klein did not say goodbye directly. He walked to the door, called Ian in, and asked casually:

"Any news worth noting recently?"

Ian thought about it and said one relatively important piece of news after another:

"…Someone is asking about the organization that believes in The Fool…"

Klein smiled in surprise and said:

"A young man with black hair and green eyes?"

He suspected it was Leonard Mitchell.

Ian shook his head:

"No, black hair and black eyes."

Which gentleman from the Aurora Society? Klein thought for a moment and said:

“Can you draw it?”

"..." Ian was stunned for a second, and said self-deprecatingly, "Then you may never recognize who he is."

At this time, Sharon said:

"I can help you."

"Okay." Ian breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately prepared a rather simple ceremony as instructed.

Then, he completed a sketch while trembling and twitching while being possessed by the "ghost":

He was a young man with slightly curly black hair, a broad forehead, thin cheeks, dark eyes, and wearing a monocle.

Amon!

Amon the Blasphemer!

PS: Thanks to the loyal servant Wangcai for rewarding the silver alliance again