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.

letters sent to 7th Pinster Street despite the Berserk Sea and half the Northern Continent separating them, Leonard had only a guess or two. This was because he had helped the old

this, his theory

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

that moment, Pallez Zoroast

that while Dwayne Dantès was heading to the Southern Continent, he

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

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

“What can I do?”

his Mythical Creature form to make you lose control

He paused before chuckling.

would’ve said that you would inform the Church with news of Ince Zangwill and join the team to pursue

a few times, but he ultimately didn’t

some information. Wait for him to write back

so as to inform the Church

and said, “No hurry. Do it at

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

you need to

asked, “Old Man,

wasn’t apparent

Pallez’s slightly-aged voice chuckled.

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

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

0-08’s terror from Old Man’s vague words. This had already exceeded the mysticism he

asked habitually, “Then how should I hint to Klein Moretti without letting 0-08 know? Or that

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 problem based on the situation. He will understand that we need to be extremely cautious. And even if he fails to interpret that, his secret organization has members who understand the

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

listening, “He” chuckled and said, “Humans

sat up. He found a pen and paper

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

On a liner docked at the

the lower deck cabins, waiting to arrive at the

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