ebookslot Chapter 231 Week 1
Chapter 231 Week 1
Chapter 231 Monday
The day after communicating with the evil spirit Medici, Cyril bids a brief farewell to Harvin and leaves behind a painting that can disguise him as still being at home before embarking on his first journey since arriving in this world.
His first stop was Bansi, where the Medici family lived. Besides its unique customs, he was also curious about the pollution originating from the "City of Calamity".
However, instead of teleporting directly there, he disguised himself as a normal tourist and smuggled himself onto a passenger ship that would pass through Bansi Port.
Although this is troublesome, it is less likely to attract attention.
After all, this is Banshee, a place where there is an evil god worshipped by the descendants of the Medici family who reveres blood sacrifices.
Although this evil god may not be in Banshee, and may not even care about him, it's still best to keep a low profile.
After leaving Bansi, he will visit the Roside Islands, colonized by Ruen, as well as the Gargas Islands, colonized by Fussac, and the Oradec Islands of Intis, all of which are distinctive places at sea.
He had a feeling that after this round, the "Recorder" potion in his body would be basically digested.
"Besides consuming the 'Recorder' potion, I also need to find opportunities to re-enact the roles of 'Apprentice,' 'Master of Tricks,' and 'Astrologer' during my journey. The 'Recorder' extraordinary traits I used to concoct potions also included traits from Sequence 9 to Sequence 7."
"Thinking about it this way, this trip was actually quite busy. I had to be a 'recorder' who checked off various spots, and also occasionally play the role of a charlatan and magician."
As he whispered, his inspiration was suddenly struck. He turned his head to look at the center of the room, where a folded letter had appeared on the small round table fixed to the floor.
"Bernarde's messenger?"
"As expected of a speedster, my spiritual intuition only reacted after the letter was properly placed."
He muttered a couple of words, then reached forward and let the letter on the table fly into his hand, which he then unfolded with a shake.
Before he could even read the contents of the letter carefully, there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by the sound of a key being inserted into the lock and the doorknob being turned.
oops~
The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing a dark red coat, loose white trousers, and a boat-shaped hat typical of the era walked in.
He looked around the room with a serious expression, and after confirming that no one was in the room, he turned and left without saying a word.
Finally, he even closed the door behind him.
A moment later, the sound of conversation rose from the end of the corridor outside the room:
"I remember the guests in room 306 should have disembarked at Damir Island, right?"
"Yes, Captain."
How many rooms on this floor are empty?
"About one-third, it's not peak season for sailing now, so our ticket sales aren't very good."
"Okay, I understand. Tell the crew not to relax their management just because there are fewer guests."
"Don't worry, Captain, the crew is mostly made up of experienced veterans."
As the sounds of conversation faded into the distance, the door to room 301 at the end of the corridor suddenly opened, and Cyril walked out of the room holding an unfolded letter.
He glanced at the spot outside the room where the two people had been talking, shook his head, and turned back to room 306.
"He's quite perceptive. He must have already noticed that there's someone on this ship who shouldn't be here, but he's chosen to ignore it for now."
"An experienced, intuitive, and prudent captain is essential, since a ship is essentially isolated and helpless at sea. Maintaining stability and reaching the next port as quickly as possible is the best option."
"The White Agate will probably speed up next, which is good, I'm getting a little bored staying on the ship all the time."
As he muttered to himself, a thick gray fog suddenly surged into his vision, and a deep red light rose between the gray fog, attempting to pull his spirit away from his body.
Cyril glanced subconsciously at the clock on the wall in the room; the hands were just at three o'clock.
...It's already three o'clock?
He paused, suppressed the invisible pull on his spiritual body, condensed a glittering crystal ball in his hand, and then let it shatter.
After disrupting the flow of the game, he tossed out a scroll, hung it on the wall of the room, and gave instructions to Steve in the scroll:
"Don't let anyone bother me."
Steve nodded quickly, pressing his hand to his chest, and said:
"Mission accomplished!"
After doing all this, Sirion leaned back on the sofa and released the suppression of his own mental body.
Immediately, a surging gray fog engulfed his vision.
Above the gray fog, inside the magnificent and ancient palace.
"Justice" Audrey, "The Hanged Man" Alger, and the others all curiously turned their heads to look at the high-backed chair that belonged to them.
The crimson light rose and fell there repeatedly, but it never managed to coalesce into the figure of Cyril.
...In the past, everyone appeared together. This is the first time such a situation has occurred. Has Mr. "Fate" encountered some trouble, or is there some interference with Mr. "Patient"?
Thinking of this, Audrey glanced at the "Fool" at the head of the table. Seeing that he did not make any expression or take any unexpected action, she felt a little relieved.
...Perhaps it's just that Mr. "Fate" himself has encountered some kind of delay.
Two or three seconds later, the repeatedly rising crimson light finally dissipated, and Cyril's figure appeared a step slower than everyone else above the gray mist.
Noticing the gazes fixed on him, he nodded in greeting and said:
"Sorry, the captain had to check the rooms, so there was a slight delay."
At the head of the table, "The Fool" Klein casually glanced at him and said in a relaxed tone:
"It's nothing."
After the brief interlude, "Justice" Audrey lifted her skirt slightly and rose, bowing to the head of the table, "The Fool," and said cheerfully:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
She paused, then turned around and greeted everyone in turn:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man, good afternoon, Mr. Fate..."
After everyone had finished greeting and exchanging pleasantries, Alger, the "Hanged Man," turned to the "Fool" at the head of the table and spoke first:
"Mr. 'Fool,' I have obtained two pages of Russell's diary."
"The Fool," Klein nodded slightly. "Indeed, what do you hope to gain from these two pages of the diary?"
After a brief moment of hesitation, Alger's gaze fell on the faceless card on the table in front of Mr. Fool.
"Mr. Fool, may I exchange the contents of those two pages of the diary for the information on the card in front of you?"
"All you need to know is what it is."
"The Fool" Klein nodded slightly: "Alright."
"Do you want to keep this to yourself, or should I just tell you the answer?"
Alger answered without hesitation, "Only I know."
After Alger the Hanged Man and Mr. Fool spoke privately, the rest of the group sat in their seats and stared at each other in silence.
In the silence, Cyril suddenly chuckled softly:
"Speaking of playing cards, I recently acquired a very special card."
"Justice": "Is it special?"
The Magician: "What playing cards?"
Cyril did not answer, because the private conversation between Alger the Hanged Man and Klein the Fool had ended.
Later, with the help of "The Fool", Alger materialized the two pages of his diary that he remembered.
After reading "The Fool," today's tarot reading will officially begin.
Cyril raised his hand, looked at the head of the table, "The Fool" Klein, and smiled as the latter's heart suddenly quickened.
"Mr. 'The Fool,' I have obtained a blasphemous card, the 'Red Priest' card. May I exchange the knowledge contained within for some powerful assistance from you?"
"The Blasphemous Card?"
"The 'Red Priestess' plaque?"
The Tarot Club members on either side of the weathered long table expressed different questions. Some looked at Sirion, while others subconsciously glanced at the face-down card on the table in front of Mr. Fool.
...The "Red Priestess" card, powerful assistance? Did this guy calculate that I, the "Fool," wouldn't refuse his conditions in front of everyone?
But my sequence isn't even as high as yours, so what powerful help can I offer? Do paper angels of different colors count?
After muttering to himself, he leisurely spoke:
"Sure, what kind of help do you need?"
Cyril organized his thoughts and said, "I'm about to arrive at Banshee Island. I plan to digest some of the potion there and explore the secrets hidden there."
"This could be dangerous, and I might need to ask you for help frequently at times."
Since it's dangerous, then you shouldn't go!
Klein felt like there was a little person cursing on his head.
He took a deep breath before speaking:
"I will listen carefully to your voice, but sometimes danger may strike faster than my help."
"Do what you can."