ebookslot Chapter 296 The Sudden Twilight Hermit Meeting
Chapter 296 The Sudden Twilight Hermit Meeting
Chapter 296 The Sudden Twilight Hermit Meeting
According to the divination results from "Ship Destroyer" Sel, the leader of this outpost is a half-native old man who loves to drink.
Most of the time, he was the only one here. Unless necessary, the pirates who stayed in Nas rarely came here. They preferred the warm and welcoming Red Theater to the cold and empty stronghold.
Clang!
A gold coin popped out of Cyril's hand, spun a few times in mid-air, and then fell back into his hand.
Face up indicates approval!
After putting away the gold coins, he turned and walked towards the stairwell at the back of the hall.
Halfway down the stairs, he heard a snoring sound and could faintly smell fermented alcohol in the air.
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Drinking can lead to trouble.
He sighed inwardly and quickened his pace to the second floor.
Through the half-open bedroom door, he saw an old man sitting on the floor, his upper body leaning against the bed, snoring with his head tilted to the side.
On the ground beside the old man, there were several empty wine bottles lying on the ground, and a dish of spilled snacks.
Shaking his head slightly, Sirion muttered a divination incantation, then flicked his thumb, tossing the gold coin into the air again and catching it.
He glanced at the divination result in his hand, put away the gold coins, and then pulled out a blank sheet of drawing paper from his pocket. At the same time, a phantom book that was slowly turning pages appeared in his eyes.
The next second, the blank sheet of paper was sent flying like a throwing knife as he flicked his wrist.
call out!
Puchi~
The old man, sitting on the floor with his back against the edge of the bed, snoring with his head tilted to the side, twitched slightly and made a hoarse sound from his half-open mouth, as if he was about to be startled awake from his sleep.
After struggling for a few moments, he lost all sound and died in his sleep.
Seeing that the other party had no life force, Sirion took out the crystal ball made of glass and the scroll depicting the psychic ritual.
According to the information he had previously divination from the corpse, "Ship Destroyer" Celinas, a subordinate of "Vice Admiral of the Deep Sea," was there to sell stolen goods, and his encounter with him was purely accidental.
"Since the accident has already happened, why don't I take the blame? No, I should say I'm taking advantage of the situation."
In Silver City, lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating the dark city walls, making even the clumps of weeds growing from the dry, crumbling black soil between the stone crevices clearly visible.
They flutter in the wind, like human hair.
Further beyond the city walls, a road full of jagged gravel cuts across a plain covered with long, thin black grass, undulating forward and resembling a sinister oil painting under the electric light.
At the beginning of this gravel road, beneath the overgrown city wall, a procession emerged from a gate in the wall.
Colin Iliad, the chief of the Silver City Council of Six, led the way, followed by a dozen men carrying leather pouches and wielding weapons, as they trudged along the road strewn with jagged stones.
Derrick was also in the exploration team, positioned in the middle, enveloped by the dim, yellowish light flickering from the animal-hide lanterns.
This was something he had mentioned before at the Tarot meeting: an exploration led by Chief Colin to the half-collapsed temple belonging to the "True Creator".
As lightning struck frequently, familiar scenes came into his view, and for some reason, a sense of unease arose in his heart.
...I have a feeling this exploration won't go smoothly.
Behind this group, a small clump of black weeds growing from the cracks in the city wall suddenly intertwined, outlining a face with a broad forehead, a thin face, and an eye socket made of weeds around the right eye.
It gazed in the direction the exploration team was heading, a faint smile playing on its lips.
Two seconds later, the weeds that had formed the face broke apart and continued to sway in the wind like strands of hair.
Nas, the "White City," is located in the stronghold of the "Deep Sea Admiral" pirate crew in the dock area.
Cyril thoroughly searched every room from the basement to the third floor, but found little of value besides firearms, bullets, gunpowder, and Kinhorn.
"However, there are far too many firearms and gunpowder here, enough to equip a small army. Is this arms smuggling?"
"I don't know where it's being smuggled to, and the Cargas Islands don't have a local resistance like the Roside Islands."
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"The Southern Continent, or Sonia Island?"
"Ordinary weapons are useless to me, and I need a way to monetize them..."
"Alright, take them all for now. They might come in handy sometime in the future. If they really have nowhere to go, they can support the resistance forces in the Southern Continent or at sea, and cause some trouble for the countries of the Northern Continent."
After whispering for a while, he removed the mirror from the next room and threw General Huo and the Golden Horn he had found into the mirror world.
Although he felt that it would be safer to put things in the world of paintings, the capacity of the worlds he could create at the moment was limited. To put so many things in, he estimated that he would need the number of paintings in a picture book.
Before leaving, he left a portrait of Randolph Carter hanging at the outpost so that he would know immediately if any unsuspecting pirates came to the outpost.
On the other side, inside a meeting room in the underground area of a church built of white boulders, with spires and a bell tower, and coated with a silver layer, as if plated with silver.
Archbishop Igrove, dressed in an orange priest's robe, sat at the head of the long conference table, listening quietly to the reports from the members of the Twilight Sword squad below.
"Randolph Carter was spotted at the Sperm Whale Bar on the docks, where he clashed with 'Iron Fist' Blue, a pirate who frequented the area. He taught Blue a lesson, but didn't kill him."
"Currently, 'Iron Fist' Blue has been imprisoned in a cell beneath the church."
"The group of extraordinary individuals who fought in the alleyway outside the dock is unknown, but judging from the traces at the scene, at least two or three extraordinary individuals died."
"The surrounding spirits have been completely dispelled, and the divination has been interfered with. We are currently unable to ascertain the specific details of the battle at that time."
"The bodies of the deceased were all taken away, but no traces were left at the scene. I suspect it was the painter," I said. "I went to the hotel where he was staying, but found nothing."
Igrove lowered his eyes and remained silent for two seconds before nodding slightly and saying, "He did not break the contract."
The squad leader of the Twilight Swords, who always carried a broadsword, frowned: "Could this really be unrelated to him?"
Igrove shook his head slightly: "It's also possible that he found a way to circumvent the contract."
"We can use 1-61 to influence the effects and content of the contract, and others can naturally do the same in other ways."
Angelina, the Twilight Sword steward who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up: "Should we forcefully expel him?"
Igrove shook his head again: "Not for now. As long as he doesn't cause too much damage to Nas, we can ignore the matter of clearing out the pirates, and even provide some assistance."
"If he can make a big splash among the pirate groups in the Gargas Islands, perhaps there will be fewer pirates active here in the future."
Angelina frowned: "But he himself is an unstable and dangerous person."
Igrove nodded calmly, then said softly, "The Lord said, ignore him."
The meeting room suddenly fell silent, with only a group of tall men whose eyes revealed either confusion or astonishment.
Back at the hotel where he was staying, Sirion sat in front of the fireplace with his easel and began to depict the dock scene from his memory.
Although he personally thought that painting on-site would be better, the temperature in Nash was really not suitable for doing this kind of thing outdoors.
Fortunately, having gone through the "astrologer" phase, his memory is excellent. Even if he misses something, he can recall all the details of what he saw at noon after just one divination.
I had just finished painting a picture when it got dark outside.
Xi Ruien rubbed his stomach, which wasn't very hungry yet, and decided to work overtime tonight.
"Finish your role as soon as possible, and leave as soon as possible."
"Compared to Nas, where hands and feet are freezing, Bayam, although it is also colder due to the season, is still warmer than most places."
As he was talking to himself, he suddenly yawned, and a feeling of drowsiness washed over him.
This is not normal!
The thought had barely crossed his mind when his eyelids became so heavy he could no longer lift them.
After swaying a couple of times, he leaned back in his chair and fell into a deep sleep.
In his hazy state of consciousness, he seemed to hear the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, and then he suddenly became fully awake.
A cross, hundreds of meters tall, surrounded by the skeletons of many different races, came into view.
Church of Bones!
As the thought crossed his mind, Sirion's gaze traveled down the massive cross and he saw Adam sitting in a black armchair, casting a gentle look at him.
He then turned his head as if sensing something and saw familiar yet unfamiliar figures sitting around him.
Not only him, but most of the members of the Twilight Hermits Society appeared here.
He paid particular attention to "King of the Black Seat" Barros Hopkins and Hermes sitting next to him.
The former's unnaturally pale complexion revealed a deep sense of exhaustion, and her neatly combed pale yellow hair had a few gray strands mixed in, while her bright eyes remained a pale gold.
The latter sat calmly in his seat, showing no emotion whatsoever.
This is abnormal. Apart from people who are born with golden eyes, he remembered that the "audience" only changed the color of their pupils when using extraordinary abilities.
...It seems that the damage caused to him by "Aquaman" was more serious than imagined, possibly because he directly confronted the pollution and influence of the "Hidden Sage" projection.
As his thoughts drifted, "King of the Black Seat" Baros turned his head and looked at him, a hint of helplessness flashing in his pale gold eyes, before he smiled and nodded at him: "Good evening, Mr. Sirion."
"Good evening, Barros," Sirion replied politely, then looked away and stopped observing.
In the warm and bright hall of the Church of Bones, Hermes' voice suddenly rang out: "Gentlemen, Duke Negan of Rune has died from the assassination attempt of that Apostle of Desire. Our objective has been achieved, yet it has not been."
"Although the death of the Duke of Negan caused a rift in the House of Lords, the uproar that should have occurred was suppressed by his chief brother, Lord Hall, and others."
"The arrival of the tide of the times has been delayed once again."
As soon as Hermes finished speaking, Cyril saw a middle-aged man opposite him with a serious expression, wearing an Intis-style military uniform, who said in a slightly arrogant tone, "What if we also assassinated one or more of Earl Hall's group?"
"King of the Black Seat," Baros replied in a deep, hoarse voice, "Then Rune's next move won't be to declare war on others, but to search for us with all his might and then launch a retaliation."
Hermes nodded slightly, then looked at Adam, who had been sitting silently under the huge cross at the front: "I think we can temporarily abandon our advance on Rune's side and focus our attention on Intis and Fursac."
Adam remained silent, but the others chimed in: "I agree."
I agree.
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