Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 236 Heading to Winter County

Backlund, in a slightly cramped apartment in the Jowood District.

"Arbiter" Hugh Dilcha, who was resting, heard a strange noise outside the door. He immediately jumped up from the soft sofa, clenched the three-pointed thorn in his hand, paused for a moment behind the door, and suddenly opened the room. Door.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing in front of Xio, but she felt something furry rubbing against her leg.

Xio lowered his head and saw Susie, the big golden retriever dog in Audrey's house, squatting in front of him, sticking out his red tongue and wagging his tail.

"Yeah, it's Susie, why did you come by yourself, where is Audrey?~"

Hugh leaned down, rubbed Susie's furry head lovingly, and invited her in.

Susie swung her tail and followed behind, thinking to herself that human knocking on the door was indeed a bit difficult to imitate.

Forsi was lazily leaning on the sofa, reading a fashion magazine. Her legs were intertwined and resting on the coffee table, her curves were very graceful.

Seeing Susie coming, she was slightly surprised and asked:

"Susie? Hugh, isn't Audrey here?"

"No."

Hugh shook his head.At this time, she discovered the crocodile skin bag tied to Susie's body and held it on her lap.

The big golden retriever dog lay on the short Xio's legs, making Xio, who was already not tall, even more petite.

Xio unfastened the small crocodile leather bag and took out a letter.

"Audrey's note... She said that she has a friend who wants to attend Mr. A's party. He will be in Backlund tomorrow."

She handed the letter paper to Forsi, who took it and quickly browsed it.

"Come tomorrow?" Forsi frowned slightly and rubbed his temples, "Is there a party for Mr. A tomorrow?"

Xio counted with his fingers, shook his head, rubbed Susie's head and said:

"It's Saturday, it won't be available until Monday night."

Forsi lit the cigarette, lit a corner of the letter, and watched it burn in his hands. Then he put it in the ashtray on the window sill and watched it turn into ashes.

Then, she picked up the pen and paper on the coffee table, scribbled a note, put it into the crocodile skin bag, and tied it to her body again.

"Go ahead, Susie."

Forsi rubbed its head, and Susie barked twice, turned around and ran to the door.

About half an hour later, Audrey, who received the message from Susie, immediately prayed to "The Fool".

"A fool who does not belong to this era,"

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray mist,"

"You are the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck..."

"I pray for your favor,"

"I pray for your attention,"

"I beseech you to hear me,"

"...Mr. 'Fool', Mr. A's party will be held at [-]pm next Monday...

Please tell the Hermit to arrive at Backlund, the northern end of the Backlund Bridge in the Bridge Area, around five o'clock on Monday afternoon. Someone will contact him then..."

At this time, Klein, who had just returned to the Blackthorn Security Company after exploring Congressman Leonard's home, heard buzzing in his ears again.

Finding an opportunity and entering the familiar bathroom, Klein conveyed the news to Chris.

After receiving the reply from "The Fool", Chris calculated in his mind that today is Saturday, tomorrow is Sunday, and there is still a whole day left.

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In the afternoon, when Chris was taking a nap, his sleep was originally dreamless, and he suddenly dreamed of a postman who was delivering letters.

Chris opened his eyes, got out of bed and opened the curtains.Outside his yard, a postman was putting letters into the mailbox at the entrance of the yard.

Chris watched silently from behind the window. After the postman left, he went downstairs and got the letter back.

This is a telegram, and the sender is Steve.

When Wilmot rented this house, he also purchased the VIP service of the post office. As long as there were letters or telegrams, they would be delivered as soon as possible.

A telegram from Backlund?The call back was very fast. I sent the telegram in the morning and Steve responded in the afternoon...

Chris sighed at the speed and convenience of the telegram, opened it and browsed.

The content of the telegram was similar to what Wilmot had said in his previous letter:
"Backlund hides many underground strongholds of secret organizations. They often hold gatherings, and some are open to extraordinary people who are not part of the organization. They just need permission.

There are many potion materials for sale in the Extraordinary gathering.

But it is a pity that after the Vinia Manor incident, the activities of the 'Moss Penance' and 'Elemental Dawn' in Backlund became silent, and they no longer organized gatherings.

But there are other secret organizations, for example, you can find the 'Aurora Society' or Mr. A..."

Mr. A from the "Aurora Society"?Steve knew about him too?

Chris thought about it and understood the reason:

No matter which secret organization is there, it must have some investigation of other secret organizations and possess certain information.

He then looked down.

"In recent years, the number of wild 'Living Word Demons' has become less and less, making them difficult to find. Maybe you can only find it in gatherings of Beyonders.

And the 'Ghost Bug', you might be able to find.

You go to Winter County, go all the way north to the border between Loen and Feysac, and ask about an extraordinary person called a 'giant'. His real name is 'Shatov', a Feysac native.

I remember he was Sequence 7 of the 'Twilight Giant' path, 'Weapon Master'.

Shatov will sneak into Loen in autumn and winter and sell spiritual materials in the border areas, among which there is likely to be the 'Ghost Bug Powder' you need..."

After reading the telegram, Chris decided to go to Winter County immediately to find "Shatov".

He quickly packed the items he needed, including warm clothes and enough cash.

He arrived at the Tingen steam train station before dark and was lucky enough to buy the last ticket to Winter County.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Chris boarded the steam train and headed to Winter County.

Abajo County and Winter County are relatively close, only more than two hours' drive.

Since the church of the Goddess of the Night is in Winter County, the waiters and passengers on the train are basically followers of the Goddess of the Night. The male to female ratio is about four to six.

Chris was able to calculate the male-to-female ratio because there were not many passengers on the bus and many carriages were empty.

After more than two hours of driving, Chris successfully arrived in Winter County at 10:30 pm.

As soon as he got off the car and set foot on the land of Winter County, Chris had only one word in his mind: cold.

He tightened his neck and put on a hood with pure wool inside to protect his ears from frostbite.

Chris walked out of the station, and on the street outside, there was a gas lamp every five or six meters.

Although the brightness of gas lamps is not high, the advantage is that there are many of them, and they can illuminate the dark places on the road and walls.

Seeing that it was already getting late, Chris walked north in the city and found a hotel located in the north. At the cost of 3 soles, he stayed in a room with a good sanitary environment.

The room has a window, a separate bathroom, and a clean single bed.

Chris put away his luggage, walked to the window, opened the curtains, breathed into the window, then raised his hand to clean the window, and looked at the night sky outside.

Under the starry sky, in the distance, there is an extremely long curve that separates the night sky full of bright stars from the earth. It is the silhouette of the continuous mountains in the north.

After watching for a moment, Chris closed the curtains, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)