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.

and half the Northern Continent separating them, Leonard had only

regards to this, his

parasitize that specter, making it “His” eyes, ears,

that moment, Pallez Zoroast replied to his

Southern Continent, he discovered traces of Ince Zangwill on Waypoint Island in

fell silent immediately as his mouth turned agape. However, he didn’t say

a long while, he muttered with a slightly hoarse voice, “As expected, he

“What can I do?”

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

He paused before chuckling.

in a way that’s better than before. In the past, you definitely would’ve said that you would inform the Church with news

to retort a few times, but he

information. Wait for him to write back to

so as to inform the Church of Ince Zangwill’s

said, “No hurry.

0-08 enjoys causing its possessor’s death, it doesn’t wish to be sealed even more so. As long as you inform the Church of Ince Zangwill’s location and begin

you need to warn

aback for a second as he asked, “Old Man, you seem to know

apparent in the

Pallez’s slightly-aged voice chuckled.

Fourth Epoch, 0-08

can’t tell you too much because once you know of it, it will also know you. The more you know about it, the

actual realization of 0-08’s terror from Old Man’s

without letting 0-08 know? Or that even if he

I’ll tell him I’ll temporarily not inform the Church of Ince Zangwill’s location… I believe he should be able to understand that there’s a problem based on the situation.

it, it will also know you,’ without mentioning 0-08 should be enough for Klein to guess

Zoroast finished listening, “He” chuckled and said, “Humans will only grow

sat up. He found a pen

up a ritual right on the heels of that and summoned Gehrman

Island. On a liner docked

huddled in the lower deck cabins, waiting to

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