ebookslot Chapter 204 It died~
Chapter 204 It died~
Chapter 204 It died~
On the wall diagonally to the side of the desk, in the distorted painting formed by the remnants and contamination of the "vengeful spirit" Steve, a twisted figure clutching its head in a silent scream emits a fawning and gleeful sound:
"Great master, that glove has lost your essence and power; it's dead."
Cyril stared blankly at the scroll hanging on the wall:
"You sound pretty happy?"
The distorted figure in the painting shook its head repeatedly, its shrill voice as unpleasant and grating as a cat's claws scraping against glass.
"No, no, Master, I am actually very sad, but I am not very good at expressing this emotion."
"My merciful master, if you would be so kind as to bestow upon me the remaining power and essence of that glove, I might be able to undergo some positive evolution and come closer to you."
After a brief silence, Sirion shook his head and rejected its offer.
"No, you're already very close."
If you get any closer, and that awful sound keeps ringing in my ears, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist tearing you apart.
Bringing himself back to reality, he took a glass crystal ball from the cabinet under his desk, cradling it in his hands, one above the other. The transparent crystal ball gradually emitted a dazzling starlight.
Immediately, the same starlight was reflected in Sirion's eyes.
After a brief moment of disorientation, images of what had happened in the room flashed through his mind.
He tried to present himself as a "gentleman," standing on his desk with gloves on, seemingly arguing with the distorted, screaming painting hanging on the wall. But the gentleman clearly lacked the talent for arguing and quickly became a silent, bullied figure.
As the mood sank lower and lower, the glove suddenly began to radiate a dazzling starlight, and then it visibly weakened.
In less than two seconds, as if it had lost all its energy, the glove collapsed onto the table and never moved again.
The figure in the distorted scroll hanging on the wall greedily gazed at the colorful starlight that was rapidly dissipating in the air, constantly reaching out, but unable to break free from the scroll, it could only watch helplessly as this part of the pollution vanished.
As the image in his mind faded, Cyril raised an eyebrow thoughtfully and looked at the distorted, screaming painting on the wall.
The figure in the painting shrank back and whispered:
"My dear master, I was just arguing with it before, really!"
"I never thought I would anger it to death. To make up for my mistake, I voluntarily gave up the alluring, or rather, seductive power that it left behind."
Cyril:
"It has nothing to do with you; it's just that the stolen pollution has been there for a while."
"Also, is there any chance for your personality to be reshaped?"
The distorted figures in the painting retreated in terror:
"Great master, I promise I will never make this mistake again. Please don't kill me."
Speechless at the reaction to the painting, he shook his head.
"I just... never mind, don't disturb my sleep."
After saying that, he took off his coat and lay down on the bed.
Behind him, the distorted figure in the painting bowed respectfully and said:
"Yes, great master, I will defend your slumber to the death."
Cyril:
I always thought it was absurd enough that pollutants influenced by the real world liked to sing, but it turns out I'm even more absurd.
However... the contamination stolen from that glove did not return to its original owner after the time limit, but instead dissipated directly. This means that the "unmarried" person from the Rose School has already resolved the problem.
They must have prayed for help from the divine child Siea or the "Mother Tree of Desire"...
The next day, while still fast asleep, Cyril was awakened by the doorbell ringing downstairs.
He frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, rolled around on the bed a few times before getting out of bed to get his coat from the coat rack.
"I'm sorry, my great and benevolent master, I cannot influence those people downstairs without being able to separate myself from the painting itself."
Cyril waved his hand, didn't answer, and simply grabbed his coat and left the bedroom.
He first went to the washroom and washed his face with cold water to clear his head before going downstairs to open the door.
Verdu, Owen, and Lawrence filed in and each took a seat on the sofa in the living room.
While Sirion was wondering whether this was his house or theirs, Owen shoved two brown paper bags into his hands:
"Here, I guessed you were probably still asleep, so I brought you breakfast."
"Actually, you can wait until I wake up before coming." Cyril's lips twitched slightly.
"Uh...::" Irving scratched his head awkwardly.
"Old Mr. Lawrence said he has something important to discuss with you. He received some revelation last night during the 'full moon' with the help of that great being."
As he spoke, he turned his body to the side, turning his gaze toward Lawrence.
The latter nodded politely and said, "Sorry, I was in a bit of a rush."
"I received a revelation last night that the Great Being instructed me to help His followers establish a nascent power in Backlund."
"I'd like to know if this person in question is referring to you, and what suggestions or thoughts you have regarding this matter?"
"It's me." After nodding slightly, Sirion shook his head as if it were perfectly natural.
"If I knew all this, this mission wouldn't have been assigned to another country."
Having just learned the details of this revelation, Owen looked at Sir Ryan with a mixture of surprise, astonishment, and then relief:
"No wonder... I knew your promotion speed was so unreasonable!"
"I thought you were the legendary genius... If you're a chosen one, then that makes sense."
Ignoring his somewhat sarcastic remark, Sirion asked Lawrence:
"What are your thoughts on forming a faction?"
Lawrence and Verdu exchanged a glance, then briefly explained the plan they had spent the entire night developing:
"Verdu and I believe that Backlund, with its powerful church and military, and its profound influence in all aspects, is not suitable for the development of a newly emerging extraordinary force."
"If we must start from here, the best option is to first create a gathering of wild extraordinary individuals, build a network of relationships in Backlund through slow and covert development, and then select suitable members from among them as development targets."
"Although such development may be slower, it is relatively safe and less likely to attract official attention or suppression."
"Okay." Sirion nodded, and after a slight pause, he continued:
"Then, Mr. Lawrence, could you please come up with a concrete plan during this period? I'll try to gather some extraordinary materials and information about the mysterious world to ensure that the subsequent gatherings can proceed smoothly."
"Okay." Lawrence nodded and agreed immediately.
The exchange went much more smoothly than he had imagined. Last night, when he discussed things with Verdu, he prepared several sets of arguments to persuade Sirion to follow their plan today, but he didn't expect that he would not need to use any of them. As soon as he finished explaining his ideas, the other party nodded in agreement.
The confidence and arrogance they had previously guessed might appear in a young, rapidly advancing chosen one of the gods were nowhere to be seen in Sirion.
If Sirion knew what he was thinking, he would definitely say:
He's not a workaholic, so how could he possibly take on the work that was assigned to him?
As Lawrence continued recounting the details of his plan, a thick gray fog suddenly billowed before Sirion's eyes, followed by Klein's voice echoing in his ears:
"There's something I need your opinion on..."
"Dr. Allen has been having very unusual luck lately. He had a strange dream last night, and the result of my divination points to the corpse you are storing above the gray fog."
"So, the anomalies he encountered during this period were actually caused by the struggle between the two 'Mercury Serpents'?"
"What are your opinions on how this matter has been handled?"
After Klein's voice stopped, Sirion slowly replied:
"It's simple. Just go and meet Dr. Allen in his dream, and everything will be over."
Klein: ? ? ?
Why?
Cyril: "He probably wants to see you."
After a moment of silence above the gray fog, Sirion saw the gray fog in front of him quickly recede.
It was late at night, near dawn, at Dr. Allen's home in the Hillston district.
Cyril and Klein emerged silently from the mirror on the bedroom dressing table.
The moment he stepped out of the mirror, Klein took out a Dream Talisman from his pocket and activated it.
"Crimson!"
A deep, serene blackness spread from the quietly burning talisman in Klein's hand, silently enveloping the entire bedroom and plunging Dr. Allen and his wife, who were already asleep, into a deep slumber.
After doing all this, he turned to look at Sir Ryan:
"Do you have a way to enter a dream and remain awake within it?"
Cyril pondered for a moment and said, "I could try to open a 'door' to a dream."