Chapter 876: Mummy (Thanks to the loyal servant Wangcai for the Silver Alliance reward!)

7 Pinkston Street. Leonard Mitchell walked over to his desk and spread out a sheet of stationery.

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

But just as he had made a small, dark blue dot, the pen came to a halt. His wrist tried to move several times, yet each time, it fell still again.

Lifting his wrist, lowering the pen—Leonard repeated the same action over and over. Finally, his wrist froze in midair.

Snap! Leonard threw down his pen, crumpled the letter into a ball, and accurately tossed it into the wastebasket at the foot of the desk.

...

160 Böckelund Street. Klein took the thin letter from the mouth of one of Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr's heads.

He weighed it in his hand, and only after his spiritual intuition gave no warning did he break the seal and take out the paper inside.

There was only a single page, with two lines of words written in graceful handwriting:

"I have a matter I hope you can help me with. We'll talk in detail face to face."

"Sharon"

So it was Miss Sharon's letter... Klein's confusion cleared. He casually took out a gold coin and, right in front of Reinette Tinekerr, performed a simple divination. Only then did he take out another sheet of paper and write a single word:

"Tonight."

He folded the paper and handed it to Miss Messenger as he asked, "Can you still locate the sender?"

"I can..." One of Reinette Tinekerr's heads, the one with blonde hair and red eyes, replied. She then opened her mouth and bit down on the folded letter paper.

After Miss Messenger's figure disappeared from the room, Klein immediately set up a ritual to bring "Creeping Hunger" back to the real world from Above the Gray Fog, then "Travel" to the major archipelagos to look for lucky pirates.

—"Creeping Hunger" was still not sealed and still had to eat one person per day. Klein could only barely manage it, bringing it out and feeding it whenever necessary, and tossing it back into the Gray Fog when the time was almost up, without making up for the days in between anyway.

"If 'Creeping Hunger' dares to act up, I'll feed it mushrooms!" Having finished the ritual and cleaned up, Klein put on the thin, human-skinned glove. His figure quickly faded, becoming transparent, and vanished from the spot.

...

After dinner, once "Creeping Hunger" had finished its "howling" Above the Gray Fog, Klein used the excuse of a stomach ache to enter the bathroom, took it back out, and used it to "teleport" to the area outside the "Bravehearts Bar" in the Backlund Bridge district.

During this process, he had naturally changed his appearance, becoming the black-haired, brown-eyed, bearded, bespectacled great detective, Sherlock Moriarty.

Hunched over, he rolled up his trouser cuffs. Klein laughed ruefully to himself, pulled down his hat brim, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and entered the bar.

After asking the bartender, he took a glass of Southwell beer and went to the outside of the number three billiard room. He curled his fingers and lightly knocked on the locked door.

Knock, knock, knock... Amidst the rhythmic sound, the door creaked open a crack.

Ian, with his bright red eyes, poked his head out for a look and immediately broke into a smile. "Sir, please come in."

Because the weather was getting hotter, he was no longer wearing that shabby old overcoat and had simply put on a linen shirt.

Klein nodded with a smile, and with a flash, he slipped into the billiard room. He quickly took in the entire scene at a glance.

Maric, whose hair was a bit messy, was wearing a white shirt, black vest, and black trousers. He was holding a cue stick and leaning over to play pool.

Perhaps because he was still deeply impressed by the chaos Sherlock Moriarty had caused, he hadn't gathered his walking dead to play cards this time.

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

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

"Good evening, miss." Klein shifted his gaze to her and greeted her with a smile.

Sharon rose, floating slightly. She lifted her skirt a little and gave a slight bow in polite response. Maric set down his cue and said in a deep, slightly hoarse voice, "It seems you're still staying in Backlund."

His complexion was still as pale as ever, but the malice lurking in his brown eyes had faded quite a bit. It seemed his period of restraint had been quite effective. It was clear that obtaining the "Crimson Moon Crown" meant he no longer had to be on the verge of collapse every full moon, or even have to constantly switch to new types of sedatives.

Klein didn't directly respond to Maric's words. He walked over to the pool table, set down his beer glass, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry. I meant to sell you a 'Wraith' Beyonder characteristic, but unfortunately, it's been lost."

Sharon's blue eyes didn't flicker at all. She didn't probe for the reason, simply asking, "Are you alright?"

She knew that the "Wraith" Beyonder characteristic Sherlock Moriarty mentioned belonged to "Blood Admiral" Seniol, and that "Blood Admiral" was Sherlock Moriarty's marionette. The loss of the "Wraith" Beyonder characteristic meant the destruction and loss of the marionette. For a Beyonder, this was no small matter.

"It's fine. At least I wasn't hurt myself." Klein sighed and laughed.