Chapter 174: Leonard’s Reminder

Chapter 174: Leonard’s Reminder

Backlund, North Borough.

On a night when the red moon was hidden behind layered clouds, everywhere was pitch black. Only the gas streetlamps lining the sides of the road gave off a little light, illuminating the path ahead and the doorways of the nearby houses.

The mailbox at 7 Pinster Street quietly hid on the boundary between light and darkness, bathed in the cool wind blowing from the side, as though it had already fallen asleep.

At that very moment, its delivery slot suddenly poured out newspapers, bills, and letters from who knew whom.

These things seemed supported by invisible hands. They floated in midair, flew toward the door, and slipped inside through the cracks.

Inside the house, in the entrance hall, the newspapers unfolded on their own and quickly flipped through themselves until the final pages. Then they casually fell onto a chair, stacked together with others of the same kind from before.

The bills and incoming letters continued flying inward, entering the living room. The former soon stopped, shook themselves several times, then drifted unsteadily onto the surface of the tea table, arranging themselves in neat order. The latter, those with envelopes, removed them, while those without envelopes swiftly opened themselves and displayed their bodies in midair.

After some time, some of these letters flew to the shelves in the first-floor study. Others rushed toward scissors, helped the scissors cut themselves into pieces, then lined up and flooded into the washroom, throwing themselves into the toilet.

Splash!

The toilet’s mechanical button pressed itself down, flushing the paper fragments into the sewer.

7 Pinster Street thereupon returned to normal, quiet like any other house without inhabitants.

Southern Continent, East Balam, City of Gurain.

Leonard Mitchell, who had arrived here not long ago, was resting in the residence arranged by the local Evernight Church.

Suddenly, the slightly aged voice in his mind sounded:

“Kid, you have an important letter.”

“What letter?” Leonard asked in a low voice. At the same time, a guess had already formed in his heart.

There was only one person—no, two—who would send an important letter to 7 Pinster Street yet not care whether anyone was there:

Klein Moretti and Dawn Dantes.

As for why the old man named Pallez Zoroast could read the contents of those letters received at 7 Pinster Street clearly despite being separated by the Berserk Sea and half the Northern Continent, Leonard could more or less guess. After all, he had once helped the old man catch a ghost.

His judgment on this was:

The old man had definitely split off a Worm of Time and parasitized it within that ghost, making it his eyes, ears, and mouth left on the Northern Continent.

At that moment, Pallez Zoroast answered the question he had asked.

“A letter from Klein Moretti. He says Dawn Dantes discovered traces of Ince Zangwill on Midway Island in the Berserk Sea while traveling to the Southern Continent.”

Leonard instantly fell silent. His mouth opened, but he failed to say a single word.

After a long time, he finally whispered in a slightly hoarse voice, “He really has not forgotten revenge…

“What can I do?”

“What can you do? You are only Sequence 6. Even if Ince Zangwill did not possess 0-08, you still would not be qualified to take revenge on him. He only needs to partially reveal his mythical creature form, and you would lose control on the spot or become a madman. Your chance of successfully taking revenge is zero! That is the qualitative change divinity brings,” Pallez Zoroast said in a rather serious tone.

He paused, then chuckled.

“Fortunately, compared with before, you can recognize yourself more clearly. In the past, you would definitely have said, ‘I want to pass Ince Zangwill’s intelligence to the Church and join the pursuit and capture team.’ Now, you understand enough to ask what you can do.”

Leonard wanted to retort several times, but he…