Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 177 Letter from Wilmot
Chris flipped through the Tingen Morning Post in his hand. In the "Official Release" column on the last page of the newspaper, a full-length portrait of a man in a suit appeared, with his name and information clearly marked below - "Robert Corey, 7 Tingen Bank Robbery and Murder Suspect".

His last name is Robert too?Well, they do look a bit similar, that may be Dan's older brother or younger brother, this is a wanted warrant...

Chris recalled the appearance of Corey rushing towards him that night, and he thought that Corey was not a Extraordinary.

He recalled his thoughts, put away the newspaper, and sighed.

Although his portrait did not appear on it, Chris did not feel relaxed——

The image of my "wizard" robe should have appeared inside the police station. They did not issue a wanted order for me to prevent people from panicking. After all, this robe is a symbol of "black magic" in the eyes of ordinary people...

And my image must have been known to the Nighthawks and the Machinery Heart. After all, I have fought against them, and it is possible that the Punisher...

They will definitely search for me. It feels so uncomfortable to be hunted by three official Beyonder teams. Fortunately, I just completely digested the "Wizard" potion above the gray mist. Next, I have to shift my focus to looking for "Professor Scroll". Above the potion recipe...

Chris thought for a moment, and just as he was about to stand up, his inspiration suddenly struck, and a clear direction appeared in his mind.

He followed the inspiration prompt and looked outside the house. There was nothing outside, but the direction in his brain was still clear.

He raised his left eyebrow slightly and turned on his spiritual vision.

In the state of spiritual vision, there is a black crow on the window sill. Its body is pitch black, but its eyes are bright white, reflecting the surrounding light and constantly flashing like diamonds.

When it saw Chris staring at it, it opened its mouth and made a "quacking" sound, fluttered its wings and flew over, landing in front of Chris.

Its stomach spasmed a few times, and its neck stretched back and forth. Then, it spat out a letter, held it in its mouth, rolled its diamond eyes, and looked at Chris.

Whose messenger is this?

Chris took the letter suspiciously. It was a postcard with an exquisite oil painting on it.

The oil painting depicts the scenery of Intis: on the nearby country road, there is a backpacker holding a dog in one hand and holding a wine bottle in the other. In front of him is a large expanse of wilderness, and in the distance are continuous mountains, towering into the sky. cloud.

The backpacker was stopping to look into the distance. Half of the green liquid was swaying in the wine bottle in his hand.

Chris knew this was the view of Intis because he recognized the wine - Jason told him that this green liquid was absinthe, called "Green Fairy", and was a specialty of Intis. Only the "Green Fairy" made from the absinthium grown on the land of Intis tastes good.

Chris opened the postcard and found a scrawled letter inside, written in Rune language:

Chris, how are you doing?I wonder how the three Rodel guys are doing under your leadership?I have now arrived at the port city of Intis, and am preparing to go around the Hornachs Mountains and across the Great Plains to Trier.

I wonder if you have tasted Intis’ specialty “Green Fairy”?It's the kind of wine on the cover of the postcard. It's absinthe, which tastes good, but drinking too much can lead to hallucinations.

Haha, precisely because of this characteristic, "Green Fairy" is very popular in the countryside of Intis, and many poor drunkards live a drunken life through this kind of wine.

Back to the topic, before I left, I forgot to tell you that the secret organization "Moss Trappist Order" holds a grand and secret gathering every five years.This year happens to be the fifth year.

Hey, don’t show that surprised expression on your face. There will be something more surprising to you next. Take a look below:

This year, you will participate in the gathering as the leader of the Moss Trappist Order in Tingen. The gathering will be held in Vinia, a small town very close to Tingen.The party is five days later, which is Saturday, July 7th.At the last gathering, five years ago, I had not yet come to Tingen, which means that you are a new face in their eyes.

Let me tell you some more information: There were at least three Beyonders with high-sequences participating in this gathering. One of them came from Backlund, one came from the sea, and the remaining one did not seem to be from Loen.

There are at least five mid-series Extraordinaries. Unfortunately, Tingen’s previous leader did not tell me their identities before he died.

I've never been to a party like this, and neither have you, so you have to be careful.Although the leaders of the Moss Ascetic Order area change from time to time, you must also be careful when asking questions and be careful of high-sequence extraordinary people.

They are not like me, they are madmen who truly believe in the Hidden Sage.

Be careful!

This is the end of the letter. Chris looked at the letter, and Wilmot's humble appearance appeared in his mind.

He remembered the small town of Vinia. There was also a steam train station in this town, and the train bound for Backlund would pass here first after leaving Tingen.

Chris suddenly looked up and found that Wilmot's crow messenger had left here at some point.

He lay back on the sofa, thought about it carefully, and decided to attend the party.

This is an excellent opportunity to obtain the "Professor Scroll" potion formula, but he still doesn't know what will happen there.

Chris was not going to tell Klein about the party. First, because Klein's current strength was still very weak, and according to Wilmot's letter, there were high-sequence Beyonders attending the party, which was not Tingen's. Official extraordinary people can stop it.

Perhaps only Backlund's official Beyonders have a chance to stop the Morse Tradition, such as the Red Gloves of the Nighthawks...

Chris put away the letter when there was a knock on the door. Mrs. Phyllis was standing outside the door with fresh vegetables and a smile.

At Chris's kind invitation, Mrs. Phyllis stayed to have dinner with him, otherwise she would have to walk a long way back to cook for herself.

Her husband is a grammar school employee, and their son is not working in Tingen, but in Jianhai County.

After sending Mrs. Phyllis away, Chris locked the door, returned to the bedroom, lit a gas wall lamp, and prepared to recite the name of the unknown god and go to the Star Island to rest.

He recently discovered that he could replenish energy by resting or even sleeping on Star Island, just like in the real world, and with the unique personality of Star Island, he would rest better on Star Island.

But he didn't dare to do so, fearing that some emergencies would suddenly arise in the real world.

Chris yawned, picked up a novel on the bedside table, and prepared to read for ten minutes before going to bed.

At this moment, Chris' inspiration twitched. He jumped out of bed, opened the curtains, and peeked out.

Outside the window, a tall man in a windbreaker with his hands in his pockets was walking towards here from a distance.

David Horlick.

(End of this chapter)