On wednesday, Lex enjoyed his breakfast.
Last night, he sacrificed the spirit eater's pouch to Mr. Fool.
He also spent 27 dimensional crystals to figure out the origin of the magical item used by that demon.
The glove was called the blood lord's gift, an item left behind after a Scarlet Scholar failed to advance.
It could resist nightmare-type abilities, strengthen dark-type Spells, and enhance the effect of potions.
Additionally, it possessed the ability to make a certain area experience a full moon.
Within the illuminated range of the moonlight, one could gain the ability to teleport and flash; when subjected to a fatal blow, one could reorganize in the moonlight.
Judging from the demon's performance yesterday, this magical item's abilities were very practical; it could create its own moonlight area and then use the latter two abilities.
Both the 'Moonlight Teleportation' and 'Moonlight Transformation' abilities were extremely powerful for self-preservation.
Seeing that the demon, after suffering a fatal blow from the Holy Light, could still 'resurrect' and almost escape, one knew this item was not simple.
However.
Its negative effects were also considerable.
Firstly, using this item would draw blood from the wielder, and the longer it was used, the more blood would be drawn.
Moreover, while wearing it, one would develop a craving for blood, and prolonged wear would grant the user some of a Scarlet Scholar's abilities, but the risk of losing control during advancement would increase and be irreversible.
If it were to be Sealed, the negative effects could be reduced, but considering he didn't have many dimensional crystals left, Lex temporarily had no such plans, let alone strengthening it.
However, even if he didn't use it himself, he could keep it for sale.
A magical item equivalent to a Sequence 5 Beyonder should easily fetch seven or eight thousand pounds, right?
Furthermore.
Last night, besides this glove, Christie also captured the demon's spirit body; she just needed to convert the demon's spirit body into permanent imprisonment before releasing the other ordinary human spirit bodies.
Moreover, Lex felt that a demon appearing in Tingen City was probably not there for a vacation or sightseeing.
Once Christie stole the demon's memories and understood him well enough, she should be able to obtain some information.
Speaking of demons, one cannot help but mention the Blood Worship Sect.
That was a clandestine organization formed in the Fourth Epoch by human factions that worshipped demons.
As Lex knew, this organization was severely fragmented, with the three great demon Families of North, Andrella, and Belial standing in a tripod formation.
Their ancestors had all received gifts from the abyss; they worshipped an evil god called the 'Dark Side of the Universe,' believing that He was the Ruler of the abyss, the destroyer who would inevitably erode and corrupt the entire real world and the vast Universe.
But no matter how loose this organization was, there was no doubt that they controlled the 'Demon,' or 'Criminal' pathway.
Therefore, this demon's activity in Tingen likely meant that the Blood Worship Sect had quietly extended its reach into Tingen, perhaps to stir up some terrible disaster.
But then again.
This fellow had already arrived in Tingen two months ago, so why hadn't Tingen's official organizations discovered him after such a long time?
Night Watchers, Enforcers, Mechanical Heart... Tingen had three official Beyonder organizations!
Lex shook his head, refocusing his attention on the breakfast in front of him.
Most of my affairs in Tingen are resolved. Today is wednesday; I'll return to Yedgar Island this afternoon.
Hmm, I'll go find Kyle in a bit, first to say goodbye, and second to ask him to contact Luke, a major shareholder of the Pigeon Telegraph Company, to see if he's interested in establishing a 'charity fund' organization together.
After visiting the East District of Backlund and seeing the Tingen Poorhouse, I can't let it go. I hope I can do something.
Even an old man like Hardy has taken action; I should be able to do more than him.
Speaking of Hardy, I must visit him again before I leave. I wonder if he has found that diary.
After these two things are done, I can go back!
Swallowing the last piece of potato bread, Lex finished his morning meal.
After breakfast, as he had planned, he went to Daffodil Street to meet Kyle, said goodbye to him, and entrusted him to contact Luke Bruce of the Telegraph Company.
Leaving the former hunter's house, it was almost noon.
Lex casually looked around, intending to hail a hansom cab to the North District.
Suddenly, he saw a man in his thirties, dressed in a black formal suit, holding a golden snake-head cane, examining a terraced house across the street.
That was No. 2 Daffodil Street.
That was the Moretti Family!
Lex narrowed his eyes slightly, passing by the man unhurriedly, just in time to hear him let out a chuckle.
There was a hint of madness in that laugh, giving Lex the feeling that the other party might rush into Melissa's house at any moment.
But the man ultimately did not do so; he vigilantly looked left and right, then pressed his top hat and quickly departed.
Lex turned the corner and stopped, using the moment of turning to face away from the street and wipe his face with his hand.
When he turned back around, he had transformed into an old man with white hair.
He followed the man ahead.
Not only because this person was secretly observing Melissa's house, but also because Lex had encountered this man yesterday in the underground black market.
At that time, the man was seeking 'Shadow Grass,' which should be an auxiliary material for some potion. In other words, the other party was likely a wild Beyonder!
Klein had now left this home, and Melissa and her brother were ordinary people. Now that a wild Beyonder seemed to be targeting their Family, Lex found it difficult to ignore.
For a hunter, tracking was not difficult.
Although the man was very cautious, Lex still tracked him to an apartment building.
The man with the snake-head cane was completely unaware that a hunter was trailing him. He quickly went upstairs and opened a wooden door located at the end of the second-floor corridor.
After entering, he naturally closed the door, then took off his hat and coat.
He didn't even hang them on the coat rack before excitedly entering the bedroom.
On the desk in the bedroom, he spread out a letter, took out ink and a fountain pen.
A moment later, he wrote a letter.
'Dear Mr. A:'
'I have been in Tingen City for over a month. After this period of undercover investigation and screening, I can finally confirm that the Night Watchers who once hindered the descent of our Lord's offspring still have Family residing in Tingen City.'
'Just today, not long ago, I confirmed their address. If you permit, please allow me to exact revenge, to declare our existence to the world!'
'Your loyal follower, Willis.'
After writing this short letter, the man named Willis immediately went out, wanting to post this letter as soon as possible.
He walked out of the apartment and headed towards the nearest mailbox. A white-haired old gentleman approached him, smiling.