Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 699 - 676 What to use to save the Lick-Dog

Chapter 699: 676, What to use to save the Lick-Dog Envelope? Chapter 699: 676, What to use to save the Lick-Dog Envelope? Even Mercer, reluctant as he was, had no choice but to listen to Gascogne and the others at this moment.

He chose to close his eyes and enter the world of the Voodoo Cult through dreaming, when a phrase emerged in his mind: “I’d rather be called Luther than Mercer.”

This was incredibly real.

Although self-mocking, Mercer was acutely aware that, in the eyes of others, he might be a synonym for strength, but in reality, he was nothing but the weakest link in the Vanity Sect.

Apart from the newcomers, any random person pulled out would be so much stronger than him.

He was the weakest of the weak.

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Meanwhile.

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Du Wei had also returned home.

The house was extremely quiet at midnight.

He sat alone in front of the sofa, an ashtray on the coffee table, a cigarette held in his left hand, while his right hand tapped lightly on the glass surface of the table, making a thumping sound.

On the coffee table, several items were placed in order.

These were, a yellowed envelope, a coin, a dice, and a Joker Card.

Yes…

Now, the items in Du Wei’s hands were basically just these, the rest having been used up as expendable goods.

Looking at the envelope on the coffee table, Du Wei felt somewhat conflicted.

The envelope, which had always been as active as a fawning dog, had been severely damaged while helping him control Mapa’s Pen and confronting the Demon God Rahmer.

Even with Du Wei’s cold nature, he had to acknowledge the envelope’s loyalty and the impact it had on him when it risked its life to save its master.

For Du Wei.

After this incident, the envelope’s place in his heart was almost on par with that of the Shadow.

Even raising a dog would eventually lead to attachment over time.

Not to mention, the envelope could communicate with Du Wei.

“How can I save you?”

Du Wei asked the envelope, which seemed as lifeless as ever, as if posing the question to himself.

He hadn’t failed to try to revive the envelope, but no matter what he did, the envelope never responded, and Du Wei could feel its presence was almost gone.

Presence, refers to the inherently eerie sensation that came with the envelope as an Evil Spirit.

Du Wei had a very bad feeling that the envelope was stepping toward death.

It wouldn’t be able to resurrect from ashes as it did before.

“I find it hard to accept this outcome.”

Du Wei spoke in a very cold tone. He had promised the envelope before, that once he got Mapa’s Pen, he would lift the envelope’s restrictions and let its strength become what it ought to be.

Moreover, he had also promised, perhaps evasively, that the envelope was the chief strategist of the Legion of Evil Spirits, his right-hand man.

It was bluffing before, but not now.

Thinking this, Du Wei opened his clothes and took out Mapa’s Pen from inside.

This pen didn’t afford Du Wei many opportunities to use it, and thankfully, he wasn’t like Matthew, who used Mapa’s Pen to draw out the answers he wanted, as that would have cost a part of an irreparable price, and the information acquired might not even be true.

He would likely have been fooled.

“Envelope, even if you are at death’s door now, unable to provide me with any feedback, I still have to tell you that I might not be able to save you.”

“If you were a being in human form, I could find your consciousness through dreams, and even give you another vessel, but you are not.”

“I can only fulfill the promise I once made, and use Maupa’s Pen to lift your limitations, this might be the only way, but if you still cannot wake up, then all I can say is sorry.”

“But I will always carry you with me, until the day I die, you will surely turn to dust together with me.”

Having said this, Du Wei no longer hesitated.

He gauged that he could only use Maupa’s Pen three more times, and on the fourth attempt, the pen would definitely escape his influence.

Fortunately, merely lifting the envelope’s limitation wouldn’t waste an attempt.

Holding Maupa’s Pen in his right hand, Du Wei tapped it onto the envelope.

Maupa’s Pen was a quill, roughly thirty centimeters in length.

But when its tip touched the envelope, a drop of ink appeared out of nowhere and merged into it in the blink of an eye.

The limitation was lifted, in an instant.

The yellowed envelope trembled, the seal opened automatically, but instead of the familiar paper with appearing words, a grayish fog emerged.

Du Wei frowned instinctively entering Evil Spirit Transformation; his shadow writhed, a dark presence protecting him.

However, he was already mentally prepared, thus he did not panic.

The grayish fog didn’t spill out too much, but upon appearing, it undulated on the coffee table, gathering into a mass.

But what happened next left Du Wei stunned.

The fog actually formed the face of a man, the features of the man were distinct, around middle-aged, and he had an extremely fierce appearance, yet his eyes betrayed a sycophancy and humility utterly discordant with his looks.

It was Carlos…

In the late Victorian Era, Du Wei had witnessed Count Carlos himself, a top hunter of the Victorian era who claimed to be his most loyal subordinate.

“Could you really be the original form of the envelope?”

Du Wei asked without thinking.

The face of Carlos shifted, as if he had heard something, turning its head, but it seemed incapable of seeing Du Wei, aimlessly opening its mouth, as if calling out for something.

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Du Wei didn’t understand lip-reading, he simply noticed that Carlos’s mouth kept repeating, seemingly uttering the same sentence.

“What are you trying to tell me?”

While speaking, Du Wei reached out to grab it, but his hand passed through, unable to touch the face made of fog.

“Carlos, I am your master, answer me, what are you trying to tell me?”

The face kept twisting, seeming to retain some consciousness, also trying to find Du Wei, but failing utterly to do so.

Suddenly…

The envelope that was set on the coffee table levitated, Carlos’s face, as if blown by the wind, dissolved into grayish fog and returned into the envelope.

Then, a piece of white paper emerged.

But the text that appeared on the paper was a row of strange symbols, including pointers, oceans, and eyes, densely packed, covering the entire envelope.

“This is the anomaly that occurred when the envelope touched the Wittebach family stele, why would it appear at this time?”

Du Wei speculated, perhaps his resurrection of the envelope was causing these hidden messages and symbols to emerge again.

In the past, when the envelope maintained its consciousness, it had tried to convey some information to him but was unable to speak, only able to ask itself yes or no in response to his questions.

But even so, the envelope could not last more than a few minutes before reverting to its original form, and it would forget everything that had happened before.

At this moment…

All those symbols began to vanish, one after another, disappearing from view, but the envelope trembled, and some fog also emerged, as if Carlos or the envelope itself was struggling.

Eventually, a line of weird patterns mixed with text was revealed.

Du Wei’s gaze swept past those strange patterns, and the remaining text read: It’s here… Victorian Era.