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

to this, his

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

Zoroast replied to

was heading to the Southern Continent,

mouth turned agape. However,

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

“What can I do?”

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.

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

wanted to retort a few times,

is to give Klein Moretti some information. Wait for him to write back to you. Then, based on the arrangements written, provide

excuses so as to inform the Church

and said, “No hurry. Do it at

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 a pursuit, it will immediately learn of

this, you need to warn

he asked, “Old Man, you seem to

wasn’t apparent

Pallez’s slightly-aged voice chuckled.

0-08 had

you. The more you know about it, the more likely you

from Old Man’s vague words. This had already

letting 0-08 know? Or that even if he were to know, it will

be able to understand that there’s a problem based on the situation. He will

know you,’ without mentioning 0-08 should be enough for

listening, “He” chuckled and said, “Humans

sat up. He found a pen

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

Island. On a liner docked at the

lower deck cabins, waiting to arrive

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