Chapter 361 - Deadmen’s Dent
Chapter 361: Deadmen’s Dent
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
A crow with glowing red eyes glided under the dark night and landed on Magician’s hand.
Magician removed a small paper from the crow’s leg before he released it.
[Deadmen’s Dent, Hollow Wood]
“Here? What’s Michel thinking?” Magician frowned and handed the paper to Angor.
Since Angor needed Magician to take him to the meeting, he decided to wait at Magician’s place. He had been at Magician’s place since eight in the evening.
Unfortunately, the message that announced the meeting place only arrived when it was almost midnight.
“Who’s Michel? Is that a real name?” Angor read the paper and didn’t recognize the name at all.
“Stay for a while, since you already came.” Michel grinned in a strange way.
Magician quickly got a worse feeling upon seeing the weird expression on Michel. He looked around the room and saw everyone smiling at him in unnatural manners. It was as if they were forced to do so.
“What’s… going on here? Vennie? Chief? Long-Ear? Pluto?” Magician called their names but no one responded.
Next, Magician looked at someone with a wide-brimmed hat. “Shadow?”
This time, the man that he addressed made a gesture by removing his hat. “My my, it’s been pretty long.”
“What’s going on, Shadow?” Magician slowly stepped back from the others. He already sensed a terrible crisis approaching him.
But Michel was behind him to stop his track. Also, Michel was still carrying the same stiff smile. It was almost as if he were a stringed puppet.
“What do you mean? Come and join our meeting already. I’m going to tell you something really good today,” Shadow said as he pointed at the only vacant seat.
“N-no. I need to attend to something else outside,” Magician stuttered.
However, before he could turn around, the thick bronze door of the room shut close with a loud “Bam”.
Magician reached the door and pulled, only to find he couldn’t. Not without a key.
“What are you planning? To rob my stuff? I don’t have anything you need!” Magician remembered Mask’s words, that someone could use the meeting as a trap. And he just said it was impossible…
Wait, Mask! Where’s he? Did he notice the problem beforehand and hide somewhere nearby?
With that in mind, Magician quickly tried to call for help.
“Help—”
A small shadow suddenly came down on him and brushed past his face. Before Magician could react, the shadow pulled Magician’s shadow away and stuffed it into a small sack.
With a series of strange giggles, the small figure jumped onto Shadow’s shoulder and handed the sack to its master. Shadow then rubbed the figure’s tiny head as a compliment.
“What… was that?” Magician felt faint for a moment. Unlike the other shadowless victims, he did not lose consciousness right away.
“This, my friend,” Shadow said as he stroked the sack, “is my spoil.”
Spoil?
Magician quickly looked under himself.
“My shadow—so it was really you who’s been causing the ruckus in the city!”
“Oh my…” Shadow raised an eyebrow. “When did you find that out?”
Magician was beginning to breathe heavily. “Blond hair and blue eyes… Khabazar and… John… Junior…”
“Ohh, that. Well, I didn’t expect you to be the smart one around here. Let me see… to smart people goes the reward.”
Shadows stretched his hands. Several white strings were suddenly released from his ten fingers, and the strings rushed into the sack that contained Magician’s shadow.
A tiny human-shaped figure was dragged out of the sack.
The figure shared almost the same body features as Magician himself, just a lot smaller and… black.
Shadow used his strings to force the small figure to move on the table.
Meanwhile, Magician’s body followed the puppet’s example and slowly moved around while he carried the same “dumb” expression like everyone else.
A real, living puppet that was manipulated by Shadow.