Backlund, North Borough.

The pitch-black night had the crimson moon covered by clouds. There were only street lamps on the two sides of the road that emitted a faint light, illuminating the road ahead and the doors of the nearby houses.

7 Pinster Street’s mailbox was silently hiding in the intersection between light and dark, bathing in a cool breeze that blew from the side as though it was in a slumber.

At this moment, newspapers, bills, and letters from various unknown people suddenly spewed out from its mouth.

These objects seemed to be dragged by an invisible hand as they floated in midair before flying towards the door and entering through a gap.

Inside the house, at the foyer, the newspapers automatically spread open as they rapidly flipped over. Then, they were casually left on the chair, stacking over other newspapers.

The bills and letters continued flying into the living room, with the former quickly stopping. With a few shakes, they floated to the surface of the coffee table and lined up. The latter had their envelopes removed, and the letters without envelopes quickly unfolded themselves, showcasing themselves in midair.

After a while, a portion of these letters flew onto a rack on the first floor’s study. Some rushed for the scissors to help it cut itself apart. Then, they orderly surged into the washroom and were thrown into the toilet.

Whoosh!

The mechanical flush of the toilet was automatically depressed, washing away the paper shreds into the sewers.

7 Pinster Street went back to normal, and its silence was identical to an uninhabited house’s.

Southern Continent. East Balam. Kolain City.

Leonard Mitchell, who had just arrived, was resting in a residence arranged by the local Church of Evernight.

Suddenly, that slightly-aged voice sounded in his mind:

“Punk, you have an important letter.”

“What letter?” While Leonard asked softly, he already had a guess in mind.

To mail an important letter to 7 Pinster Street without caring that it was inhabited, there was only one, no—two people: Klein Moretti and Dwayne Dantès.

Berserk Sea and half the Northern Continent separating them, Leonard had only a guess or two. This was because he had helped the old man

regards to this,

Time to parasitize that specter, making it “His” eyes, ears, and mouth in the

Zoroast replied to his

Dwayne Dantès was heading to the Southern Continent, he discovered traces of Ince Zangwill

silent immediately as his mouth turned agape.

he muttered with a slightly hoarse

“What can I do?”

if Ince Zangwill doesn’t wield 0-08, you still lack the qualifications to exact vengeance on him. He just needs to reveal his Mythical Creature form to make you lose control and become a lunatic. The chances of you getting your revenge are zero!

He paused before chuckling.

you would inform the Church with news of

retort a few times, but he ultimately didn’t say

to give Klein Moretti some information. Wait

as to inform the Church of Ince Zangwill’s location?” Leonard heavily asked, somewhat

and said, “No hurry.

inform the Church of Ince Zangwill’s location and begin a pursuit, it will immediately learn of it and

need to

a second as he asked, “Old

apparent in the

Pallez’s slightly-aged voice chuckled.

am. During the Fourth Epoch, 0-08 had once caused the death of an

it, it will also know you.

of 0-08’s terror from Old

I hint to Klein Moretti without letting 0-08 know? Or that even if he were to know, it will be very superficial knowledge,

should be able to

‘Once you know it, it will also know you,’ without mentioning 0-08 should be enough for Klein to guess what this is

and said,

sat up. He found a pen and paper and

a ritual right on the heels of that and

a liner docked at

deck cabins, waiting to arrive at the Southern Continent

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