ebookslot Chapter 156 High-Level Gathering
Chapter 156 High-Level Gathering
Chapter 156 High-Level Gathering
In the morning, Iconser knocked on the door of the lounge and, after receiving a response from Cyril, simply pushed the door open and walked in.
He didn't look too good; his brown hair was even more stubborn and darker than yesterday.
Noticing Cyril's gaze, he said without much change in expression:
"I used that seal last night, and it did some more touch-ups on my hairstyle."
He paused, then changed the subject, saying, "You can go home now without worry. That high-ranking 'witch' shouldn't be around you anymore."
"Of course, necessary caution and precautions are still needed. If you encounter danger, you can come to the church for shelter immediately."
"If there's not enough time, you can make noise where you are; the officials protecting you will notice."
"Aren't you short-staffed?" Sirion asked curiously.
Ikonser smiled and said, "Just last night, the serial killer was killed, and the Russell memorial exhibition at the Kingdom Museum has also ended. After that, we won't need to send out so many people."
Cyril was slightly surprised: "The serial murder case is solved just like that? That's really unexpected."
Ikonser's expression froze for a moment, then he smiled wryly:
"You can actually have a little more faith in the official extraordinary individuals."
"Uh, that's not what I meant." Xireen quickly shook his head, then explained:
"It just feels like this news came too suddenly, and didn't the Roselle memorial exhibition yesterday divert some of the Machine Heart's staff?"
Iconsel slightly raised his chin and chuckled, "That's what the killer thought too."
Cyril nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.
"I think I should first go and pray before the triangular emblem to thank the Lord for His mercy and protection, and then go home."
Ikonser nodded slightly, then added, "If you encounter any danger again, remember to come to us immediately."
Back at his home in the southern part of the bridge, Havin had already left, but had left a note behind the door:
I didn't know when you would be back, so I didn't prepare breakfast and lunch for you. You'll have to figure out how to take care of it yourself.
If you're afraid of danger, you can stay at the church for a few more days, or consider renting a house next to the church.
"Does this mean they trust me, or have they become immune to similar situations?"
He muttered something to himself, reached out and tore the note off the door, rubbed his fingers together lightly, and then the note silently burst into flames in his hand.
As soon as he returned to his room, a gray mist suddenly appeared before his eyes, followed by an image and sound of a blurry figure sitting in the dimly lit room praying:
"Reverend 'Fool,' I would like to invite 'Destiny' to meet me in your divine realm."
Upon recognizing Klein's voice, Sirion immediately nodded:
"no problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep red light rose from the gray mist, and an invisible force pulled his spirit away from his body.
He was momentarily dazed, but when he came to his senses, he found himself inside the ancient palace above the gray fog.
At the head of the long, mottled table, at the foot of the table, and on the left, sat a figure.
Cyril tilted his head to the left and right, looking at the figures separated by half a table, as if a row of black ellipses had crossed his head.
"I always feel that this distance makes communication inconvenient."
At the head of the table, in the "Fool" position, Klein looked at the distribution of the three figures and had to admit that Cyril's complaint was somewhat true; when there were few people, they did indeed appear to be too far apart.
While he was thinking, he raised his hand and tapped the edge of the table in front of him twice, making a soft tapping sound.
The next instant, the bronze-colored, mottled long table suddenly disappeared from their sight, and at the same time, the distance between "The World" at the very bottom and Cyril silently closed.
He turned his head to look at the taciturn "world," and "world" happened to look up at him at that moment.
After a moment of silence, "The World," under Klein's manipulation, spoke in a low, hoarse voice:
"I'm here to discuss my payment for last night."
"Like Miss 'Justice,' 3000 cash, or the real appearance of that bookmark, and the equivalent occult knowledge on it."
"I choose cash!" Sirion repeated what he had said earlier.
North: "After a two-second silence, 'the world,' under Klein's manipulation, spoke again:
"Sure, but I don't have that much cash right now."
"If you're not in a hurry, you can wait a while, and I can pay more interest then."
At the very top, some distance away from the other two, "The Fool" Klein had one hand on his chest... the feeling of being in debt was heartbreaking.
"Okay." Sirien nodded gently, then asked:
"Have you settled Miss Justice's £3000 payment?"
"The World" replied in a hoarse voice, "That was deducted from the debt she owed to Mr. 'Fool's' followers, so it's already settled."
"The £3000 owed to you will only be paid after she settles part of the debt."
Looking at the "world" before him, whose expression he couldn't discern, Sirion sighed from the bottom of his heart:
"So, Miss 'Justice' is actually the Minister of Finance!"
Klein: ....
I suspect you're mocking me for being poor.
After the two finished their conversation, the distance between them increased again, and the mottled bronze table reappeared in the center of the hall.
Sirion looked at the card face down on the table to the right of Mr. Fool and suddenly spoke up:
"Is this the bookmark? How much will be deducted from my £3000 if I want to see what it actually looks like?"
Klein hesitated for a while between 1000 pounds and 100 rust, and finally chose the middle value of 500 pounds.
Sirion readily agreed: "No problem, then let me take a look at it for 500 pounds."
Klein, the "Fool" at the head of the table, tapped the edge of the table with his finger, and the face-down card spontaneously floated up and flew to him.
The front of the card depicts Roselle seated on an ancient stone throne, wearing a black crown inlaid with various jewels, dressed in black armor with a matching cloak, holding a scepter, and gazing coldly ahead.
In the upper left corner of the card, a line of text appeared from the glittering starlight:
"Sequence 0: The Black Emperor!"
As he took in the full view of the cards, lines of small characters in Old Fussac appeared on the surface.
Before he could carefully examine the small words that had suddenly appeared on the cards, the cards vanished and returned face down on the table in front of "The Fool".
You really did just take a look.
I regretted it; he wasn't worth my 500 pounds in that one glance.
In the blink of an eye, "The Fool" Klein had already manipulated the "world" to rise and bow to him:
"Thank you for your help, Mr. 'Fool,' I have no more questions."
Cyril sighed inwardly and then stood up, saying, "Me too."
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep red light rose up, and he was momentarily dazed. When he came to his senses, Cyril found himself back in his room.
Eight o'clock in the evening, on the banks of the Tasok River in the dock area.
Following Bernadette's description from the previous night, Sirian arrived at the location between the third and fourth gas lampposts on the far left.
He gazed across the river through the thick fog: "I hope I haven't gone to the wrong bank. If I am on the other side, I'll have to take a long detour and might not even make it to the party."
As he whispered, his spirit was suddenly stirred, and he took out the green seed from his pocket.
The seed glowed with a pale green light, then sprouted in his hand, growing into a thick, green vine that stretched upwards into the thick fog.
A few breaths later, the green vines stopped growing, and then a pumpkin carriage traveled down the vines and stopped in front of him.
"Fairytale magic, ah! ::"
With a slight sigh, he pulled on the door of the pumpkin carriage and got in.
Before he could even settle in, the carriage sped off, winding its way up the green vines until it entered a verdant forest woven from countless intertwined vines.
As soon as Cyril stepped down from the pumpkin carriage, an invisible servant, seemingly composed of drifting black mist, came to greet him and led him to a small room simply adorned with green vines.
There are more than a dozen such rooms scattered around, forming a circle. In front of each room stands a statue representing a specific status: some are knights, some are kings, some are werewolves, hunters, witches, etc.
Upon entering the small house made of green vines, Sirion found that his field of vision suddenly became brighter and taller.
It was as if his gaze was drawn to the statue of a doctor outside the room, wearing a white coat, a mask, and holding a syringe.
It truly lived up to its reputation as a high-level gathering; both the format of the gathering and the gathering itself were shrouded in mystery.