In his heart, he was already prepared to pay the “consultation fee.”
Sharron sat there without moving and said, like a talking doll, “In one of the gatherings that Maric participated in, someone once discovered the tomb of an ancient noble. They explored the periphery but didn’t dare to venture deep, but there were traces of Human-skinned Shadow activity.
“They hoped to recruit a team strong enough to completely explore the tomb and split the valuables equally.”
“Yes,” Sharron answered simply.
“And then?”
“After that, they never appeared again,” Sharron calmly recounted. “One of the members was a friend of Maric’s, and he disappeared completely after that matter.”
Without waiting for Klein to ask, she continued to speak with her ethereal voice.
“Maric found some of his friend’s belongings. I used the method of divination to track them down to White Cliff Town, and I found a hidden entrance to the tomb at the riverbend of the Stratford River. Maric’s friend was inside, but he was already dead.”
“You went in?” Klein blurted out.
“No, I determined it using another method,” Sharron explained. “That tomb gave me a sense of great danger. I didn’t try to explore it.”
At this point, she looked at Klein with her blue eyes.
“Without the help of a Sequence 4 Beyonder or a Sealed Artifact of a corresponding level, it would be best not to venture deep into that tomb.”
“Do you know which ancient noble’s tomb it belongs to?”
Sharron did not pause in her reply.
“His last name is Amon.”
At this moment, a figure appeared in his mind—a black classic robe, a matching pointed hat, a broad forehead, a thin face, black eyes, black hair, and a crystal monocle.
Sharron’s pale blonde hair shone through the mist like an oil painting drawn by a master, and she said in her usual flat tone, “According to the items obtained from the initial exploration, a member of the gathering who specializes in ancient history determined that the owner of the tomb came from the Tudor Dynasty of the Fourth Epoch. The family name is Amon.”
Klein didn’t ponder for long before denying the possibility of exploring the tomb of the Amon family.
Slightly disappointed, he looked up at Sharron.
“Is that place the only place with a Human-skinned Shadow?”
Sharron shook her head.
“No.”
“Oh?” Klein’s eyes lit up, and he assumed a listening posture.
Sharron said, her voice unchanged, “I’ve participated in a gathering. A Beyonder promised that as long as someone completes a mission given by her, she would satisfy any reasonable request. When it comes to ingredients, it is limited to those below that of High-Sequence Beyonder ingredients.”
Even for the Church of the Evernight Goddess, only the Holy Cathedral, or in other words, the Cathedral of Serenity, would possess such a possibility!
Many of these ingredients weren’t commonly needed because they weren’t needed at all.
Upon hearing Klein’s question, Sharron calmly replied, “She’s a High-Sequence Beyonder.”
Sharron simply added, “She said that certain ingredients would require a certain period of time.”
Sharron sat up straight and dignified.
“Investigate Hero Bandit Dark Emperor’s true identity.”
“…”
Klein believed that if he had been drinking water at that moment, then he wouldn’t have been able to control himself and that he would’ve sprayed it across from him.
“No one knows,” Sharron replied in the simplest of terms.
Klein thought for two seconds and said after organizing his words, “What kind of person is she? I want to know if I should take this mission.”
Sharron remained silent for two seconds, seemingly in recollection.
Then she described, “Female, above 1.70 meters tall, very well-proportioned, chestnut hair, was disguised, loves black leather boots, only occasionally attended the gatherings, and first appeared two months ago.”
Back when he went to the Royal Museum to steal the Dark Emperor card, he had met a mysterious High-Sequence Beyonder in the reconstructed study of Emperor Roselle. She only revealed her feet in black leather boots, and when he borrowed the power of the gray fog to escape, he ended up running into the Devil dog due to the side effects of the Master Key and had to shout for help. Therefore, Klein Moriarty ended up meeting the female demigod again.
The only thing that confused him was how the other person knew that he had taken the Dark Emperor card and not any other cards, such as the Abyss card or The Sun card.
“I’ll keep an eye out for her. I hope there’s something to be gained.”
Sharron nodded almost imperceptibly and said nothing more about the Human-skinned Shadow.
Obviously, she only had two leads, but it was still better than the Vampire Emlyn White and Eye of Wisdom Isengard Stanton’s circle.
Klein slowly exhaled, concealing his inward disappointment, and said with a respectful tone, “You and Maric aren’t troubled by the curse anymore, are you?”
“There’s only one Scarlet Lunar Corona,” Sharron answered calmly.
The person who wore the Scarlet Lunar Corona was immune to the full moon’s effects, a dream item for Mutants.
“Have you found a way to remove a Rampager’s mental corruption on the Beyonder characteristic left behind by Wraith Steve?”
He casually asked this question without much hope. In his heart, he believed that there was a greater chance with The Sun.
“No.” Sharron appeared like she was talking about someone else.
He paused for a few seconds before asking, “Where is White Cliff Town?”
“Backlund suburbs, south of the bridge,” Sharron answered succinctly.
She looked into Klein’s eyes again.
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing.” Klein first shook his head, and then asked, “Can I tell others about the tomb?”
“Sure.”
Sharron’s figure rapidly faded before she disappeared from the carriage.
Perhaps it was to conceal herself, as she never had the habit of using perfume; thus, leaving behind an empty environment once more.
