Part 1V THE UNDEAD Chapter 143 The Mummy

　　7 PINSTER STREET Leonard Mitchell went to his desk and spread out his letter paper.

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

　　However, no sooner had he made a small dark blue dot than the fountain pen paused, and the wrist made several attempts to move, all of which returned to calm.

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

　　Snap! Leonard dropped the pen, crumpled the letterhead into a ball, and dropped it accurately into the trash can at the foot of the table.

　　……

　　160 Birklund Street, Klein took the thin letter from the mouth of one of the heads of the messenger lady, Renette Tignicole.

　　He weighed it until his psychic intuition did not make a warning before he broke the seal and removed the paper inside.

　　The paper was only one page, with two lines of words written in elegant notes:

　　”I have something I would like your help with, details in person.”

　　”Sharon.”

　　It turned out to be a letter from Ms. Sharon …… Klein cleared his doubts and casually took out a gold coin and did a simple divination in front of Renette Tynicol before, only then, he drew another piece of letter paper and wrote a single word:

　　”Tonight.”

　　He asked as he folded the paper and handed it to the messenger lady:

　　”Can you still locate the sender?”

　　If not, he would give Sharon’s address for receiving mail:

　　Mrs. Marea, 126 Galt Street, Hilston District.

　　”Can ……” came the response from one of the blonde-haired, red-eyed heads of Renette Tynecol.

　　She then opened her mouth and bit into the folded letterhead.

　　When the figure of the messenger lady disappeared from the room, Klein immediately set up the ceremony, ready to bring the “writhing hunger” from the gray fog back to the real world, and then “travel” to the major islands, looking for the lucky pirates.

　　–The “writhing hunger” is not yet sealed, still have to eat a person a day, Klein can only barely use, every time there is a need to bring out and then feed again, wait until the time is about to throw back to the gray fog, anyway, will not make up for the difference in the middle.

　　”If ‘Creeping Hunger’ tries anything, feed it mushrooms!” Finishing off the ceremony and cleaning up the scene Klein put on the thin human skin gloves and his figure quickly faded into transparency and disappeared into thin air.

　　……

　　After dinner, when the “Creeping Hunger” had finished “howling” above the gray mist, Klein excused himself as having an upset stomach, entered the washroom, took it out again, and used it to “teleport” to the “Birkeland Bridge” area. Birkeland Bridge area of the “Bravehearts Bar” outside.

　　In the process, he had naturally changed his appearance to become Sherlock Moriarty, a great detective with black hair, brown pupils, a beard and glasses.

　　Bending his back and pulling up his pants, Klein smiled to himself, pulled down the brim of his hat, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and entered the bar.

　　Inquiring of the bartender, he grabbed a Southwell ale and made his way to the outside of Pool Room Three, flexing his fingers and tapping lightly on the unlocked door.

　　The door creaked open with a crack at the rhythmic sound of thud, thud, thud …….

　　The bright red-eyed Ian probed and instantly revealed a smile:

　　”Sir, please come in.”

　　Since the weather was getting hotter, he had not worn the old coat, and simply pulled on a linen shirt.

　　With a smile and a nod, Klein entered the pool room in a flash and quickly took in as much of the scene as he could:

　　A somewhat disheveled Maric, dressed in a white shirt, black vest, and black pants, was hunched over with a long cue, playing pool.

　　Perhaps impressed by the mess Sherlock Moriarty had caused, he hadn’t summoned his own walkers to play cards this time.

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

　　At the same time, Sharon, wearing a compact black fedora and a long court dress of the same color, surfaced on the other side of the table and sat quietly on a high stool.

　　”Good evening, ma’am.” Klein shifted his gaze and smiled and curtsied.

　　Sharon rose with some levitation, lifting the hem of her skirt and bowing slightly in polite response, while Maric lowered his cue and said in a low, slightly husky voice:

　　”It seems you’re still stuck in Berkland.”

　　His face was still as pale as ever, but the malice lurking in his brown eyes had faded quite a bit, as if the restraint had been quite effective in the meantime.

　　It was clear that the acquisition of the Crimson Moon Coronet had saved him from having to change his tranquilizers so often that he was on the verge of breaking down every time there was a full moon.

　　Without responding positively to Maric’s words, Klein walked over to the table, put down his beer mug, and smiled:

　　”I’m sorry, I would have sold you a copy of the extraordinary properties of ‘Spiteful Soul’, but unfortunately it was lost.”

　　Sharon’s azure eyes rolled without turning, not bothering to probe for the cause, but simply asking:

　　”Is it all right?”

　　She knew that the “Grieving Soul” extraordinary characteristic that Sherlock Moriarty was talking about belonged to “General of Blood” Seignior, and “General of Blood” was Sherlock Moriarty’s secret puppet. The loss of the “Spirit of Grievance” trait meant the destruction and loss of the secret doll, which was not a trivial matter for the corresponding extraordinary person.

　　”Luckily, at least I didn’t get hurt myself.” Klein sighed and laughed.

　　”No wonder we didn’t see Seniol this time ……” Maric murmured with some realization.

　　Maric and Ms. Sharon did not pay much attention to the extraordinary characteristics of the “ghost”, ah …… they have another channel, or method? Klein keenly grasped the situation, and turned to ask:

　　”What is it this time?”

　　Maric instantly looked at Ian, that still can be called a big boy of the stoic teenager did not ask more questions, quickly exited the pool room, casually closed the door of the room.

　　Sharon’s doll-like face floated without expression and allowed Maric to say:

　　”The day after tomorrow, there will be a ship from the southern continent arriving at Puzzle Harbor, which has a close relationship with the Rune military.

　　”This ship is loaded with quite a few treasures and artifacts plundered from the Star Plateau, the Pas River Valley, and the Hagati Steppe, and among them, there is a mummy which is the nineteenth king of the Ancient Highland Kingdom, Tutansis II.

　　”The original language of the southern continent did not originate from the ancient Forsak language, and had its own structure, and in the ancient Highland language, the king was also known as ‘Kadev’, which was an exclusive word, and was translated by Rossel the Great as ‘Pharaoh’, also I don’t know what he thought, also, ‘mummy’ was also named by him, in short, ‘pharaoh’ means the son of the gods the king of mankind.

　　”Tutansis II was once a High Sequence powerhouse, however, after his death, the corresponding characteristics have been recycled, and only the body remains, made into a mummy.

　　”To other extraordinary people, this is material full of spirituality, an excellent object for making living corpses, but to us, it has extra significance, a very important significance, and our goal this time is to obtain this Tutansis II mummy.”

　　Extra significance? The corpse of a high sequence powerhouse without extraordinary characteristics, besides being used as a material, what extra significance is there? Klein’s heart stirred, and he suddenly recalled Ms. Hidden One’s act of begging for a drop of blood from a mythological creature.

　　Could it be for the ritual to promote a Sequence 5 “Spiteful Soul” to a Sequence 4 “Puppet”? Ms. Sharon already has the formula and has digested the “Grieving Soul” potion? Judging from her usual state of life, she’s practically playing the role of a “ghost” all the time, so she might have finished digesting it long ago. …… However, the words of the evil spirit in the underground relics seem to indicate that Ms. Sharon didn’t have the “puppet” magic potion formula at that time! “Magic potion formula, well, everyone has their own circle, Miss Sharon has a way to get it is not too strange thing …… Klein thoughtfully swept a glance at Sharon, did not find that she compared with the previous what obvious changes, still like a doll than a living person, but there is no sign of a more eerie.

　　Sharon, for her part, sat quietly, watching Sherlock Moriarty and Marich intently, listening to the conversation between the two.

　　”If it’s just a high sequence mummy that doesn’t contain extraordinary properties, the level of protection won’t be too high, and even if it’s just the two of you, you should be able to steal it without too much difficulty.” Klein pondered and raised the question.

　　In his opinion, Sequence 5 could already be called a quasi-strong person, unless that ship was guarded by a demigod, it would be difficult to do an effective stop at the same level in the case that Miss Sharon’s target was just a mummy, after all, there were simply too many important items that the Extraordinary Personnel in charge would need to protect, and they could be scattered across different cabins depending on the method of preservation.

　　This time, it was Sharon who gave the explanation, as succinctly as ever:

　　”The fear is that it’s a trap aimed at us by the Rose School.

　　”If not, 1000 pounds, if so, we are responsible for attracting attention, you take that mummy, which varies from 5000 pounds to 10000 pounds depending on the danger.”

　　This way ah …… Klein did not immediately respond, thought about it and turned to ask:

　　”Do you know about spirit predators?”

　　”Grievous souls” were also a class of extraordinary people who could effectively move in the spirit world.

　　Sharon nodded slightly and said:

　　”I can use gold pounds combined with information about Spirit World Marauders as payment.”

　　Klein gave a “hmm”:

　　”I’ll think about it and write back to you before dawn.”

　　As a good “soothsayer”, no matter what, he had to go above the gray mist to confirm the level of danger, but what he could be sure of now was that this was definitely not a trap targeting him, as he had no need for mummies.

　　”Good.” Sharon said with an unchanged expression.

　　Without directly excusing himself, Klein walked to the door and greeted Ian as he entered, casually asking:

　　”Any noteworthy news lately?”

　　Ian thought for a moment and blurted out one relatively important piece of news after another:

　　”…… Some people have been inquiring about the organization that believes in the ‘Fools’ ……”

　　Klein chuckled in slight consternation:

　　”A young man with dark hair and green eyes?”

　　He suspected it was Leonard Mitchell.

　　Ian shook his head:

　　”No, dark hair and dark eyes.”

　　Which gentleman from the Aurora Club? Klein considered for a moment:

　　”Can you draw it?”

　　”……” Ian was stunned for a second and laughed to himself, “Then you’ll probably never recognize who he really is.”

　　At that moment, Sharon spoke up:

　　”I can help you.”

　　”Okay.” Ian first sighed in relief, and then prepared a rather simple ceremony as instructed.

　　Then, with a shudder and a twitch, he completed a sketch of the “disgruntled spirit” that had possessed him:

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

　　Amon!

　　”Blasphemer” Amon!