Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 100 Inside the Sewers

Chapter 100 Inside the Sewers

Klein stared at the citrine pendant spinning counter-clockwise in his hand, lost in thought once more:

...Is there no danger? Did the attempt to capture the area fail, or is my ability to capture this gray fog far superior to that of Cyrien?

Then, he thought of a more likely reason: he was accompanied by a powerful female bodyguard, which was why he was safe.

Wait a minute, that guy also knows about the bodyguard's existence, so he probably also knows about her strength.

So he deliberately passed this commission on to me just to take advantage of the bodyguard's fighting ability?

The moment the thought popped into his head, Klein almost immediately confirmed his guess... It was indeed something he was capable of doing!

Feeling he had figured out the whole story, Klein had no intention of refusing, not only because he was also somewhat interested in the School of Life Sciences, but also as a way of repaying Cyril for the help he had previously provided.

He then materialized a dimly lit room in the space above the gray fog, and then pretended to pray in response.

Finally, the footage of this response was cropped and then placed into the crimson star representing Cyril.

After doing all that, he left the space above the gray fog.

He's currently accompanied by a female bodyguard, and if he stays in the restroom for too long without showing up, she might think he's in danger and break in, at which point his secret might be exposed.

In the southern part of the bridge, Sir Ryan was with Thomas Jr. in Haven's laboratory, fiddling with the various instruments.

Havin stood to the side, frowning, seemingly debating whether to interrupt Thomas, who was having a great time.

The next second, Cyril, holding Thomas's hand, paused slightly. A thick gray fog suddenly appeared before his eyes, and he saw Sherlock...

An image of Moriarty praying in a dimly lit room:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' please convey to Mr. 'Fate' that I am willing to accept the request he has entrusted to me, but he needs to send me a letter."

"This is a necessary procedure, and I need a reasonable explanation for asking the bodyguard for help."

The gray fog in his vision and the echoing sounds in his ears quickly receded. Cyril frowned slightly as he watched little Thomas playing with the experimental equipment.

He transferred the commission because it was inconvenient for him to go out.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up little Thomas:

"Let's go out and play for a while. I know a good cake shop that recently launched a kids' meal."

"Cake, yes, yes!"

Thomas's eyes lit up, and the experimental equipment in his hands suddenly lost its fun.

Watching Sirion take Thomas away, Havin breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he wouldn't have to watch his beloved experimental equipment being played with as a toy by a child who knew nothing.

To allow Sirion to spend more time playing outside with Thomas, he generously gave Sirion £10 in cash as activity funds.

"So, I'm really not suited to taking care of kids."

At 15 Minsk Street, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Is Dingling really that efficient?

Klein sighed, then went over and opened the door. A boy who looked only 14 or 5 years old, wearing an ill-fitting shirt, appeared.

The newsboy, wearing a beret, handed him a sturdy rectangular tin box.

Klein paused for a moment... Was this some kind of same-city delivery service in another world? Wasn't he worried about his things being robbed or pocketed by the newsboy?

Hmm...it seems there's really no need to worry, he can reserve it in advance.

As the thought crossed his mind, he reached out and took the tin box from the newsboy, then opened it after returning to his room.

Inside was a folded letter and a bright silver pistol that looked more like a high-end decorative item.

He unfolded the folded letter and read it, then turned his head to look at the bay window not far away, and asked in a deep voice:

"Will it be dangerous?"

Sharon, dressed in a black court dress and wearing a small soft hat, appeared in the convex window and said in a calm tone:

"It's very dangerous for you."

Does that mean there's no danger for you?

Klein silently replied to the question, then asked, "If I accept this commission, will I be able to get your help?"

Sharon, looking through the domed window, replied expressionlessly, "My protection period for you is three days."

That means he can get the answer he wants. Klein walked quickly to the clothes rack, grabbed his coat, and prepared to go out.

He needed to meet the "pharmacist" who had commissioned the task first, and then go to the sewers to complete the task. After all, Cyril had said that his purpose was not to complete the task, but to make contact with the "pharmacist" and the life school behind him.

In the eastern district, near a sewer entrance on the banks of the Tasok River.

Klein stood listlessly beside the sewer manhole cover. He failed to meet the "pharmacist" who had entrusted him with the task. The other party was even more cautious than he had expected, leaving only a message and showing no intention of meeting the party members at all.

"What a hassle. I should have brought a mask with me when I went out."

Klein smelled the stench in the air and suddenly regretted not bringing a mask when he left home, even though he knew the location was a sewer.

"I'm even thinking of giving up on this commission right now."

As he was complaining, a whooshing sound suddenly arose around him, and a cool breeze surged from behind him, rushing into the sewer and dispersing much of the stench that resembled rotting flesh.

"Thank you." Klein turned his head and thanked the air beside him, then turned up his collar to cover his mouth and nose before entering the sewer.

Drip, drip, drip—the sound of water dripping from the sewer continued, but the rats and cockroaches that should have been active in the sewer remained completely still.

Sure enough, there was a problem... As the thought crossed his mind, Klein suddenly heard a dull thumping sound coming from deep inside the sewer, like a large wild beast ramming against the sewer wall.

Thump~ thump~ thump~

Upon hearing the sound, Klein stopped in his tracks, untied the citrine pendant from his wrist, and attempted to sit up.

Before he could even draw a conclusion, Sharon's figure, dressed in a deep black Gothic court dress, appeared in the air beside him.

Her figure floated somewhat ethereal in mid-air, her azure eyes calmly fixed on the distance, and she said in a cold voice:

"Not a wild beast."

"It's a contaminated creature from the sewers, and it feels similar to the talisman you used before."

...Similar to filthy spells, then isn't it corrupted by the "true creator"?

...No wonder Cyril's divination failed; who would have thought that a simple request to clean the sewers would involve an evil god?

With his thoughts wavering slightly, Klein immediately decided to abandon the commission.

"Let's go, let's abandon this commission."

"Hmm... We can report this to the three major churches and let the authorities handle it. If the situation here escalates to a serious point, it could also affect us."

"Okay." Sharon, floating in mid-air, nodded gently, agreeing to the decision.

Although the things deep in the sewers didn't pose a danger to her, they were related to an evil god, so caution was the first rule.

dong dong~

Deep inside the sewers, the crashing sounds suddenly intensified, as if something was approaching.

Soon, he heard a noisy squeaking sound, like hundreds of mice squeaking at the same time, getting closer and louder.

Cover your ears.

Sharon's body floated past Klein, leaving behind a simple sentence.

Klein did as she was told without hesitation; he already knew what the bodyguard was going to do.

The next second, he saw the bodyguard, who was floating in mid-air, stop her body and extend her left hand forward. From her wide-open, crimson lips came a silent, piercing shriek that went straight to the spirit.

"what!"

Even though he had covered his ears in advance and used his spiritual sense to block out his hearing, Klein still felt a wave of dizziness, even though he wasn't the target of the attack.

When he came to his senses, he saw a phantom skull surrounded by black mist appear in front of the bodyguard.

It carried a heavy aura of death, like a messenger sent by the underworld, shooting out into the darkness ahead.

A series of clattering sounds came from the dark depths of the sewer, as if something was falling apart and scattering on the ground.

Then, a cold wind suddenly rose up, and a thick layer of frost gradually covered the floor, walls and other parts of the sewer.

Klein raised his hand and lightly pressed it against his forehead, subtly activating his spiritual vision.

Then he saw a dense array of spiritual light in the darkness not far away, yet it seemed to be a single entity, constantly dissipating.

This spiritual light was covered with a dark red layer, giving people a sense of chaos, filth, and misfortune.