Chapter 47 The Increasingly Complex Conspiracy

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The four of them were still seated in four chairs, and as Professor Garcia raised his hand, Miss Jones began to record the ensuing events with even greater speed.

The slightly pointy-eared professor's hands radiated a halo of light, and as he whispered and chanted the Spell Words, Shard saw patches of brilliant colors filling his living room lit by the gas lamp.

The entire living room was split in two; the normal part was the eastern side where the four were sitting upright, while the western side became blurry with the filling colors, yet gradually growing clearer.

Only, the half that became clear turned into the likeness of a dim, low-ceilinged room.

The low-ceilinged room was also split in two, connecting with Shard's living room, and the light inside was extremely dim. There lay a squat bed with a dirty yellow sheet, a desk with a rusty gear-metal typewriter, and a bookshelf filled with various other reagents.