Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Once, after signing the indenture contract, the envelope told Du Wei that there was a pen in the Dusk Bell Church.

When it was created, that pen had written the rules.

It was part of the assets of the Dusk Bell Church.

And now.

The quill that displayed itself in the secret chamber Matthew arrived at was the one mentioned by the envelope.

But to be precise.

This thing isn't an ordinary quill; it has a name.

"Mapa's Pen, help me out, I want to know what Ryan mentioned, the secrets of the Victorian Era, exactly are."

Matthew reached out and grasped the pen.

The cold aura emanating from him began to permeate the surroundings.

The moment he held the Mapa's Pen, it felt as though something in the secret chamber had come alive.

To be exact, Mapa's Pen didn't just tell Matthew the answer.

It materialized into a person or object alike to pry into some secret.

Of course, the more powerful the entity it tries to pry into, the less likely it is to succeed.

Moreover, this thing was related to Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

It is something Matthew brought out from Hell's Gate, requiring a hefty price for each use, and could even be fooled by some existence.

If he wasn't so desperate to know the secrets of the Victorian Era.

If Matthew didn't think that penetrating the "weak" secrets of Ryan would be so easy.

He wouldn't have entered this secret chamber, untouched for decades, to use this eerie pen.

Within the darkness.

Matthew felt as if he saw some indescribable entity in the dark, opening its eyes with an intent to fill consciousness, capable of corrupting everything.

It was a solitary eye.

Deep and vast, language failed to describe the horror that Matthew perceived.

All words were pale in comparison.

He couldn't even comprehend the full image of that eye.

But when that eye turned towards him.

The heart beating within his body suddenly stopped.

His entire aura became extremely disordered.

That heart was the product of his own fusion.

In the shadowy corner opposite, the man that resembled a corpse had his chest rise and fall in an almost imperceptible rhythm.

The stopping of one heart.

Must accompany the revival of another.

However, Matthew did not concern himself with these details.

He focused on holding the Mapa's Pen, waving it through the air.

It looked as though he was sketching something.

But gradually.

Matthew's complexion turned flushed.

His gaze became vacant.

It seemed he had seen some unspeakable sight.

"Fuck!"

Matthew cursed angrily, "This is the secret of the Victorian Era? Lingerie shows? Fuck! Fuck! Ryan, you lunatic, I should never have trusted you."

"If it weren't for your connection with His Excellency the Duke, I…"

"I really want to kill you!"

…

In the afternoon.

Heading south towards the Swiss Ustengrav Mountains.

A black sedan was traveling on the highway.

Inside the car.

Du Wei sat in the driver's seat, eyeing the gradually emerging silhouette of the mountain range in the distance with a flicker of anticipation.

What sat on the passenger seat.

Was a human skin map, and on the map of mountain ranges marked with a circle.

That location would be one of Du Wei's destinations on his journey.

A scale said to be brought back from hell by a bisexual count upon his return on a night of a full moon after his death.

That scale, had a fifty percent chance of killing a Demon Spirit.

The other half of the probability is killing oneself.

It's already very powerful.

Du Wei can't turn into the Evil Spirit Du Wei in a short time; he needs such a powerful item to fill in as his trump card for a decisive victory.

After all.

Even as the Evil Spirit Du Wei, unless he encounters an existence like Pennywise who is his natural nemesis, killing a Demon Spirit would require considerable effort.

Getting injured is almost unavoidable.

The most important thing is, once Du Wei obtains the Scales, he has a suitable reason to summon Mercer for a meeting.

Everyone sits down to talk about the future.

As long as they are in contact for just a little longer, the power of the Evil Spirit Du Wei can continue to infiltrate Mercer.

Before long, he will be able to turn Mercer into his puppet.

At this moment.

The Envelope wriggled out of Du Wei's pocket.

Upon emerging, it licked as was its habit.

[Today the sun is really nice, shining on the Envelope's body, adding a golden hue, but inexplicably, the Envelope feels the sunshine is extremely dim, this might be a serious problem.]

[But when the Envelope saw its master, it suddenly understood.]

[In your presence, the mere brilliance of the sun can only fade away.]

Du Wei gave the Envelope a nonchalant glance, "You seem to be in a good mood?"

[Being by the master's side, the Envelope is in a good mood every day because the Envelope knows that you are about to employ your sinister wisdom again, toying with the world in the palm of your hand.]

Du Wei indifferently said, "I don't want to hear your nonsense. Last night when I killed Pennywise, were you watching the whole time?"

[Ah? You killed the traitor Pennywise last night? How come the Envelope didn't know about it!]

[Master, your power truly astounds the Envelope; it had no idea when you killed that traitor, truly worthy of you...]

At this moment, the Envelope was trembling non-stop.

It felt that this must be what it means to serve a ruler as one would serve a tiger...

Du Wei, however, nodded in satisfaction, "You're very good, very smart, very intelligent. My subordinates should indeed be like this."

The Envelope was baffled.

[Really? Do you truly think so, master?]

Du Wei said blandly, "Of course, I think your status with the Shadow could actually be swapped. It's as stupid as an idiot, while you are loyal and smart.]

[You... You finally see the Envelope's loyalty, the Envelope is truly moved. The Shadow is nothing but a brainless thing; it doesn't understand what loyalty means.]

[Rest assured, from now on, the Envelope will be the number one lapdog under your command.]

[Master, aren't you going to the Ustengrav Mountains next, to find the Scales that Carlos brought out of hell? Please be assured, the Envelope will lead the charge, and you mustn't feel guilty at all.]

[The Envelope is willing to charge into battle for you!]

[Great master, the Envelope longs to share in your glory.]

Du Wei slightly smiled, "Since that's the case, from now on, I'll leave the dice for you to use, and the Coin can be left to the Shadow."

[Master, rest assured, the Envelope is not one to indulge in petty jealousy; let the Shadow use the Coin. The Envelope will only use the best items you assign to assist you.]

Luck and misfortune, such idealistic forces,

Must be firmly in one's own hands.

When luck keeps on improving, anything can happen.

But that's not necessarily the case with dice.

With six sides, except for the numbers 6 and 4, the rest all represent danger and can even enhance the presence that attacks oneself.

The thing is basically uncontrollable.

Since Du Wei got that dice, he's basically not used it; he originally planned to use the Shadow to bear the side effects, but now he's afraid the Shadow might actually be played to death.

Fortunately, there's an Envelope that can resurrect infinitely.

It might lighten the Shadow's burden somewhat.

Inside Du Wei's clothes.

The mask trembled slightly, two dots of red light flickered briefly before rapidly extinguishing.

The Shadow is as idiotic as ever.

...

At dusk.

Du Wei arrived at the border of the Ustengrav Mountains.

He looked out at the massive mountain range, undulating and stretching into the distance.

Behind him, the Envelope hovered nearby.

It had already recorded all of the information from the Human Skin Map.

[Master, according to the map's directions, Carlos's Scales should be in the dense forest inside the mountain range, where there's a landmark made of piled stones, with Carlos's tomb beneath it.]

[Does that mean we might have to play the role of Tomb Robber once again?]