nownovels Chapter 206 The New Week's Gathering
Chapter 206 The New Week's Gathering
Chapter 206 The New Week's Gathering
In the hazy dawn, Cyril felt as if a gray mist was surging before him, and the figure of "The Fool" sat high above the mist, looking down at him:
"The transaction for the 'Crimson Moon Crown' is complete. You may take this magical item, which possesses the 'Gatekeeper' attribute, at any time, or receive it through a ritual of sacrifice and bestowal."
"Also, this is the exact location of the ruins outside Backlund."
"There are no detailed details, only that it is very dangerous. None of the extraordinary individuals who previously discovered and explored this site have come out alive."
As they spoke, a red light rose from the gray fog, eventually coalescing into a very detailed map of Backlund, with an enlarged red dot appearing on the lower reaches of the Tasok River in the suburbs.
Cyril rubbed his eyes and forced himself to speak, "...I understand."
Above the gray fog, Klein, who had established a connection with Cyril through the corresponding illusory stars, seemed to be infected by this scene and couldn't help but yawn.
"Ha... Miss Sharon, you've come a little too early. It's barely dawn. I'll go back to bed and sleep a little longer."
He muttered something to himself, then severed the connection established by the illusory star and left the space above the gray fog.
After the gray fog cleared, Cyril rolled over in bed and went back to sleep.
He didn't get out of bed until the gray morning outside the window was replaced by bright sunshine, yawning.
On the wall next to the desk, a distorted figure in a painting spoke in a fawning tone:
"Great master, someone broke into your home while you were asleep, but I, who swore to defend your sleep to the death, have quietly dealt with him."
"Intrusion...resolved?" Cyril was momentarily confused, then the image of Harvin's face, which looked almost identical to his own, suddenly popped into his mind.
No, that fawning, worthless painting wouldn't dare to do that, given that face that resembles mine.
Shaking his head to gather his thoughts, he asked with some curiosity:
"What kind of intruder was it? Where was it located? How did you deal with it?"
The distorted human figures in the painting seemed to have been rehearsed a thousand times in his mind, and he answered in a coherent and concise manner:
"A nimble and agile fellow, weak, but possessing a magical item that allows him to hide in the shadows."
"Great master, thanks to the power you have bestowed upon me, and the paintings you have so presciently hung in this house, I am free to appear in any of them to provide some insignificant security for your home."
"In order not to disturb your slumber, I taught that ignorant, despicable, and pathetic intruder a lesson as soon as he appeared."
"His spirit has been pierced by my shriek and he is now unconscious in the stairwell."
...If there's a party in the future, you can sit at the same table as Klein's sycophantic mirror.
After clearing his mind slightly, Sirion nodded gently and said:
"Well done."
The distorted figure bowed respectfully and said, "It is my honor to serve my great master. I will defend my work to the death."
After a moment of silence, he went to the washroom, washed up, changed his clothes, and then went to the stairwell to check on the intruder mentioned in the screaming painting.
At the corner of the stairwell, lay a humanoid figure wrapped in a black cloak.
Instead of going forward himself, he first used his spiritual vision to observe the area:
He's not dead yet, but he's not far from it.
The ethereal and mental forms on that humanoid object were unusually dim, almost like those of a seriously ill patient or a mentally challenged person.
Originally, he planned to interrogate and extort money from the man before sending him to the police station. But now, he felt that if the police officers at the police station saw the man's miserable state, he would be charged with manslaughter.
In a framed picture hanging in the stairwell, distorted human figures appear as if they are visiting a neighbor's room, seemingly out of place against the backdrop of a sea of golden flowers.
"Great master, are you contemplating how to deal with this damned intruder?"
"Perhaps you can let me turn him into a living corpse."
Cyril sternly rejected its offer: "I don't like corpses, and I especially don't like moving corpses."
After thinking for a moment, he took out a gold coin from his pocket and flicked it into the air.
After tumbling a few times, the gold coin landed precisely in his hand, heads up!
After glancing at the divination results in his hand, he decided to temporarily throw this unknown intruder into the attic on the third floor, so that the figure in the screaming scroll could watch over him.
A low-sequence extraordinary being, posing no additional danger, is the most harmless little animal in this house, at the very bottom of the food chain.
After dragging the intruder, who was unconscious and barely breathing, to the attic on the third floor, he also took the screaming scroll from his bedroom:
"Keep an eye on him for me, and let me know when he wakes up. I have some questions to ask him."
"If he tries to run away, you can intimidate him, but you can't scare him to death or kill him."
The distorted figure said, "No problem, your loyal servant will complete this task to the death."
Cyril: "You don't have to keep swearing to your death; this isn't that difficult."
The distorted figure said, "But this represents my unwavering determination and will to follow you forever!"
After a moment of silence, Cyril turned and left the attic.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, as the wall clock in the room chimed precisely on time, thick gray fog began to pour out before Sirion's eyes, followed by a burst of illusory deep red light that engulfed his vision.
After a brief moment of disorientation, when his vision returned to clear, he found himself inside the magnificent and ancient palace above the gray fog.
After everyone had gathered on either side of the weathered long table, "Justice" Audrey was the first to rise, lifting her skirt slightly to bow and greet "The Fool" at the head of the table.
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.
After a brief pause, she turned to the others and greeted them one by one:
Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny..."
Hearing Miss Justice's cheerful greeting, Cyril, who had been somewhat lost in thought, snapped back to reality, nodded in greeting, and casually remarked:
"Miss 'Justice' sounds to be in a good mood today."
"Justice," Audrey replied with a smile, "Yes, I will share my recent gains and progress with everyone later."
She then keenly noticed that her friend "The Magician" Fors's gaze kept shifting back and forth on Sirion, seemingly in a state of confusion, wanting to ask something but not knowing how to start.
...? Fors's biggest concern wasn't Kapin's death, nor the "Robin Hood" Black Emperor.
What happened to her after the party last week? Was it related to "Fate"? Or did she discover that "Robin Hood" Black Emperor was actually connected to "Fate"?
Amidst her swirling thoughts, she heard Alger, the "Hanged Man," speak in a slightly humble tone:
"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' I have acquired three new pages of Russell's diary."
The head of the table, "The Fool" Klein, responded with a smile:
"What do you want in exchange for these?"
Alger, the "Hanged Man," turned to look at Cyril, hesitated for a moment, and asked:
"Mr. 'Fool,' may I transfer the contribution of these three pages of the diary to Mr. 'Fate'? I would like to use them to offset part of the value of the 'Wind-Cherish' potion recipe."
He paused, then added to Sir Ryan, "Mr. 'Destiny,' I wonder if you agree?"
"I have no objection." Sirion shook his head slightly.
After all, these are things that Mr. Fool is collecting. Although their specific value is hard to estimate, and they may even be of little value to him, he cannot refuse them. It is a matter of attitude.
Unless Mr. Fool himself denies the practice of transferring contributions, but it is clear that Klein has no such idea.
Composing himself, he asked with some curiosity:
"So the valuable information you mentioned earlier was actually referring to Russell's diary?"
Alger shook his head slightly: "No, this is only one of them."
He didn't explain in detail, intending to save this topic for later in the transaction process.
With the help of Mr. Fool, he then successfully materialized the three pages of his diary that he had memorized.
Soon, three pieces of yellowish-brown parchment came into the hands of "The Fool" Klein.
He leaned back in his chair, casually lowering his gaze:
"On March 15th, I was indeed the protagonist! Relying solely on some archaeological clues and folk tales, I found the ghost ship left behind by the Solomon Empire on the edge of the Misty Sea—the ancient 'Black Throne'!"
He quickly finished reading the three pages of the diary and discovered a page that had been forged by someone using "symbols" from Russell's diary.
Indeed, counterfeiting exists in every world.