"Help me... Lord... 0-08..."
The note Ince Zangwill had left behind was covered in blacked-out marks. Only a few hasty words could barely be made out.
Cyril frowned. There was too little useful information for him to tell what the other man had wanted to say. Or had he simply left behind a prank?
"Even a Mystery Pryer probably couldn't decipher much from information this fragmentary, right?"
Muttering to himself, he held the note in one hand and pulled out a Painting Scroll with the other. From it, he took the Crystal Ball that contained a sealed azure eye.
He pressed the Crystal Ball against his forehead, then looked at the note Ince Zangwill had left behind once more.
A deep purple hue appeared in the azure eye inside the Crystal Ball, and another scene surfaced in his mind.
The black and white marks on the note spread like ink, then vast patches of mottled blood-red appeared, obscuring all the information that had been visible.
Frowning, he lowered the Crystal Ball from his forehead and let the note in his hand turn to ashes.
"He left the message himself, then covered it up himself. Is Medici's evil spirit acting out a battle between its own left and right brains?"
"Uh, I guess that's normal for an evil spirit made up of three people..."
"What happened earlier looked more like Medici's will pulling against Sauron's and Einhorn's. Ince Zangwill must have been involved to some extent, too. What a mess."
"Are they trying to attract other people's attention and break the balance between them?"
As he murmured, a coin sprang into the air with a metallic ping.
After flipping it several times, he caught it and turned toward the White Agate's berth.
Not long after he returned to the ship, Captain