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.

read the letters sent to 7th Pinster Street despite the Berserk Sea and half the Northern Continent separating them, Leonard had only

regards to this, his theory

of Time to parasitize that specter, making it “His” eyes,

moment, Pallez Zoroast replied

Moretti. He said that while Dwayne Dantès was heading to the Southern Continent, he discovered

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

a slightly hoarse voice, “As expected, he didn’t

“What can I do?”

his Mythical Creature form to make you lose control and become a lunatic. The chances of you getting your revenge are zero! This is the

He paused before chuckling.

understand yourself in a way that’s better than before. In the past, you definitely would’ve said that you would inform the Church with news of Ince Zangwill and join the team to pursue him. And now, you know

wanted to retort a few times, but

for now is to give Klein Moretti some information. Wait for him to

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

hurry. Do it at the

more so. As long as you inform the Church of Ince Zangwill’s

need to

asked, “Old Man, you seem to

wasn’t apparent

Pallez’s slightly-aged voice chuckled.

I am. During the Fourth Epoch, 0-08

it, it will also know you. The more you know about

realization of 0-08’s terror from Old Man’s vague words. This had already exceeded

Or that even if he were to know, it will be very superficial knowledge, making me

hands and gritted his teeth. Without waiting for Old Man’s reply, he continued, “An indirect hint? 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

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

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

up. He found a pen and paper and penned

he set up a ritual right on the heels of that

Sea, Waypoint Island. On a liner docked

waiting to arrive at the Southern Continent to begin a life filled with

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