Mystery: The Ultimate Tarot

Chapter 60 The Werewolf Tales of Backlund

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Although Raphael sometimes does things that seem irrational in pursuit of thrills.

However, he understood the principle of "making more friends and fewer enemies." Not to mention ordinary people, even wild extraordinary individuals rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with Sequence 5.

Recently, Raphael doesn't know what's wrong with him. Ever since he kidnapped Audrey, he has frequently encountered some Sequence 5 experts in the Extraordinary World, and he has also frequently encountered some demigod-level experts in the Cultivator World.

So if given the chance, Raphael would definitely want to get to know this "Mr. White" and try to make himself another friend.

Emlyn's expression softened slightly upon hearing Raphael's words: "Please come in, the medicine costs 10 pounds."

Calvin scoffed, "I've got it wrong again, you are...."

Before he could finish his sarcastic remark, Raphael had already handed Emlyn a 10-pound note and said sternly to Calvin, "Shut your stinking mouth."

Calvin paused for a moment, then his face immediately showed anger, but he didn't know how to retort.

Emlyn gave Raphael an approving look: "You can sit on the sofa for a bit, it'll be ready soon."

After the young Dr. White went to another room to prepare the medicine, Calvin seemed to realize what was happening and pointed at Raphael, saying, "Watch your tone. You're talking to a nobleman, understand?"

Seeing Raphael's gaze gradually turn cold, he quickly said, "I don't think this is a clinic at all, it's a bank! A place where you can legally rob people!"

Then he said to the girl, "If you dare take the medicine he prescribed, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

The girl nodded repeatedly, somewhat frightened.

At that moment, Raphael's cold voice drifted over: "If you want to live, if you want to live well, then take your medicine seriously."

The girl was unsure whether to nod or shake her head.

Calvin practically screamed, "Mr. Collins, my tolerance has its limits..."

Raphael coldly replied, "I paid for it."

After a brief standoff, Calvin was defeated because Raphael's gaze was terrifying, like that of a cold-blooded beast, as if an invisible, icy dagger was pressed against his heart.

"The medicine is ready." Emlyn's words made Calvin breathe a long sigh of relief. He could finally step aside and end his confrontation with Raphael.

Raphael glanced at the girl, who quickly stepped forward to put the medicine away.

Raphael's previously stern face immediately softened into a gentle smile: "Thank you, Dr. White."

Emlyn, who had overheard the argument between the two, once again showed an approving look.

After chatting for a few moments, Emlyn saw Raphael and the others off. Once the door was closed again, Emlyn thought to himself: This guy has a good eye; he could tell I'm a highly skilled doctor. And the "Hermit" lady's analysis was correct; he's a man of principle.

……

On the other side, the carriage bearing the Thomas family crest was completely quiet.

Raphael was too lazy to talk to the dead man in front of him anymore, while Calvin waited for Raphael to apologize to him.

But as they were almost back at Mafia headquarters, Raphael still showed no sign of apologizing, so Calvin cleared his throat and said, "Although we have some disagreements, I still want to invite you to my wedding."

As he spoke, he handed Raphael an invitation.

Raphael took it and suddenly smiled, "Even if you hadn't invited me, I would have gone."

……

King's Road, the residence of Viscount Grelint.

At this moment, several young nobles who were very interested in the occult were having a small salon.

Among them was Glein's friend Audrey, a Sequence 5 Beyonder, who listened quietly as several young nobles recounted some dubious mystical events.

After a pause, she glanced at Grelint again. According to Audrey's observation, Grelint was about to announce an important piece of news, or rather, a real occult event.

Sure enough, after the nobles had been talking for a while, Grylint finally couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever heard of werewolves?"

"A werewolf?" Nasir, the eldest son of Viscount Botula, smiled and said, "A werewolf who is a normal person normally, but transforms on the night of a full moon?"

Audrey paused for a moment, thinking of a certain mafia boss.

“That’s right.” Grylint raised his hand and said, “Just a few days ago, a werewolf appeared in the West End!”

Looking at the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, he revealed a slightly smug look: "The church tried its best to hide this news, but I have business dealings with Mr. Perrick, who was attacked by werewolves. He knows that I like to study the occult, so he secretly told me about it."

Nasir breathed a sigh of relief: "It really is a werewolf?"

"It was definitely a werewolf!" Grylint recounted. "Perrick was hosting a banquet when the werewolf suddenly appeared in the restaurant, ate two puddings, bowed politely, and then smashed open a window and left."

"It is said that this werewolf is incredibly strong, able to grab an adult as easily as grabbing a chick, and no one, even a dozen bodyguards, can match him."

Audrey suddenly asked, "Were there any casualties?"

"One of the bodyguards was kicked by the werewolf, but no bones were broken," said Grylint, who was familiar with the whole incident. "What's really amazing is that after the werewolf howled once, the bodyguards immediately lost their ability to fight back."

Audrey thought to herself: An ordinary person would be terrified if they saw a werewolf for the first time. This is not some extraordinary ability at all.

Another noblewoman, Stephanie, asked, "Did that werewolf only eat two puddings?"

Greenfield nodded and smiled, "That's right."

He leaned back on the sofa: "I know you're going to ask, why would a werewolf do that?"

Stephanie nodded immediately.

Grynt shrugged and said, "That's something that's been bothering the police too."

"I suspect that this werewolf may have lived in Backlund before, and Perrick's villa may have originally been his residence. However, after being cursed by the werewolves, he could no longer stay in Backlund, and this time he just returned to his old home to take a look."

"Ha, I've already sent people to investigate the previous owner of that villa. I'm sure we'll find something."

The other noble members nodded in agreement, all agreeing that it was a very reasonable guess.

Only Audrey didn't react much: I think, given Raphael's strange way of thinking, he probably just wanted to go there for a walk.

Then she smiled helplessly: This strange thing didn't seem out of place at all when it happened to Raphael.

In the end, Audrey hesitated, wondering whether she should write to Raphael to ask what was going on.