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.

Pallez Zoroast could still clearly read the 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

to this, his theory

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

that moment, Pallez Zoroast replied

the Southern Continent,

immediately as his mouth turned agape. However,

he muttered with a slightly hoarse

“What can I do?”

Mythical Creature

He paused before chuckling.

In the past, you definitely would’ve said that you would inform the Church with news

retort a few times, but he

you can do for now is to give Klein Moretti some information. Wait for him to write back to you. Then, based on the

the Church of Ince

said, “No hurry. Do it

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 a pursuit, it will immediately learn of it and make

need to

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

wasn’t apparent in

Pallez’s slightly-aged voice chuckled.

course I am. During the Fourth Epoch, 0-08 had once

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

from Old Man’s vague words.

hint to Klein Moretti without letting 0-08 know? Or that

I believe he should be able to understand that there’s a

it, it will also know you,’ without

“He” chuckled and

sat up. He found a pen and paper and penned

on

a

deck cabins, waiting to arrive at the Southern Continent to begin a life filled

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