pertwk Chapter 122 Klein's Request
Chapter 122 Klein's Request
Chapter 122 Klein's Request
"At the party, he spotted a man searching for materials on the 'recorder,' and suspected him of being a 'recruited apprentice' of the Abraham family, and wanted to capture him."
"I tried to advise him, but he was too confident in his own predictions."
At this point, the effeminate and handsome man in the white robe curled up a slightly mocking smile.
"Even I, a 'mystic,' know that you can't rely on divination to predict the outcome unless it's the will of God, but this seasoned 'astrologer' doesn't understand that."
The brown-haired man who appeared later frowned slightly: "You're very dissatisfied with him?"
The man in the white robe nodded slightly, but his tone remained firm: "I am the Lord's messenger, the Lord's head of the Backlund diocese."
"Of course, you are Mr. A." The brown-haired man nodded slightly, then looked at the pool of human-shaped blood on the ground and sighed.
"He was originally my most promising student. If he can complete this mission from His Highness the 'Angel of Destiny'..."
He will be a candidate for divine messenger.
"Unfortunately, I had already warned him and given him some advice, but he still paid the price for his arrogance."
He paused, then added, "I will stay in Backlund for a while. Killing people I shouldn't have killed and taking things I shouldn't have taken will inevitably come at a price."
Upon hearing this, Mr. A looked at him with a slightly surprised expression: "Even with your saintly level, you can't track down that person by using the Occupation skill?"
The brown-haired man shook his head slightly: "A high-level battle broke out here. My spiritual intuition has been warning me that I cannot directly divine any information here."
"A very high-level battle?"
A look of doubt flashed in Mr. A's eyes. He looked around again and saw no signs of a high-level power running rampant, whether it was the cut marks on the ground or the bloodstained humanoid figure of Isaac.
The brown-haired man didn't explain, but simply said:
"Go to the Lord's altar; I need to ask the Lord for some help."
As he spoke, he reached out and gently pushed the air in front of him, and a phantom door, seemingly formed from pure starlight, appeared.
After a long and winding journey, and several attempts to evade capture and harass them, in the southern part of the bridge, Xi Ruien and his companion finally returned home.
In the living room, after helping Havin sit down, Xireen asked with some concern:
"Are your eyes alright?"
Havin shook his head: "The vision is a little blurry, but it's not a big problem."
He paused, then asked hesitantly, "What sequence are you in now?"
"You were very strong in the fight just now, much stronger than me."
Sensing the subtle sadness in Ha Wen's voice, he hesitated for a moment before replying:
"Sequence 7 'Astrologer', I don't have much combat ability at this stage. I relied on a magical item just now."
"I'll go to the priest at Harvest Church later to buy some medicine. The light just now was beyond the limits of human eyes. If we don't treat it, it will definitely leave lasting effects."
Regarding her eyes, Ha Wen spoke with great composure:
"Actually, this isn't a big problem. As far as I know, skilled 'generalists' can mechanically modify themselves."
"And it's cool, isn't it?"
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Cyril stared intently at Haven for a while before concluding that he probably really thought that way, and might even do so in the future.
He paused, then nodded and said, "Yes, but until you are able to modify yourself, having visual impairments will definitely be inconvenient."
Havin nodded slightly, then changed the subject: "By the way, what was that gain you mentioned earlier, worth 5000 or even 6000 pounds?"
"This is the extraordinary characteristic of Sequence 6 'Recorder': it can replace the main ingredient of potions of the corresponding sequence."
"Because there are relatively few extraordinary individuals through the 'Apprentice' pathway, related items often command a premium, so its actual value exceeds £6000."
As he spoke, Sirion held up the strange eye, which was shimmering with starlight, and showed it to Harvin.
"Equivalent to the main ingredient in a potion?"
Harvin's expression suddenly brightened as he realized the origin of this extraordinary characteristic—it was a remnant left behind by another extraordinary individual after their death!
Noticing Harvin's expression, Sirion carefully concealed the extraordinary properties of the "Recorder" while explaining:
"Just as you think, when each extraordinary being dies, the potions they took in life will be released in the form of extraordinary properties."
"So, in order for Extraordinary Beings to advance, in addition to hunting Extraordinary Creatures to obtain potion materials, hunting Extraordinary Beings of a higher rank is also an option. Of course, most normal people would not do this."
"Major organizations will reclaim the traits of extraordinary individuals after their death to train new recruits. Those who actively hunt extraordinary individuals are either cultists or madmen."
He paused, then skipped over this somewhat heavy topic and asked instead:
"You probably don't know about the Law of Extraordinary Characteristics or the Method of Role-Playing. Would you be interested in learning about them?"
Havin: "The Law of Extraordinary Characteristics and the Method of Role-Playing?"
In the evening, inside the Harvest Church on Narcissus Street in the South District of the Bridge,
The stained glass window on the side of the door suddenly opened on its own, and then Cyril's figure leaped out of the window through a layer of dark blue "water curtain".
As soon as he regained his footing, a brass-colored candlestick flew straight towards him.
Snapped!
Cyril calmly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The next second, the candlestick spun strangely in mid-air before falling back to its original position.
Emlyn, dressed in a brown priest's robe, stared blankly at the candlestick that had returned to his hand. Although he hadn't used much force, it was still more than the maximum effort an ordinary person would put in, and yet the candlestick had simply returned to his own hand.
"You... got promoted again?" Emlyn asked uncertainly.
He clearly remembered that Cyril used to be able to control at most a rag, but now he could make a candlestick that he had applied force to return to its original position.
"More or less." He gave a vague reply, his gaze passing over Emlyn to the empty table in front of him, before asking:
"Is Father Utravsky not here?"
Emlyn gave a soft snort, saying with some dissatisfaction:
"He went to attend some mysterious gathering of extraordinary people, leaving me here to watch the church and guide the believers who might come to pray."
"He thinks too highly of his dilapidated church. Normally, hardly anyone comes in all day, let alone now, so late. Who would come here to pray for no reason?"
Cyril wanted to say, "Well, here I am," but considering that she wasn't a follower of the "Earth Mother," she decided to skip the topic.
"It seems you'll be promoted soon. Father Utravsky is even relieved to have you stay here alone."
"That's right." Emlyn subconsciously raised his chin, but then realized what he meant and glared at him angrily.
"My faith is in the moon, the great and benevolent moon, not 'Mother Earth'!"
"Father Utravsky isn't here tonight anyway. If you want to buy the potion from him, come back tomorrow."
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"Can't you prepare potions?" Sirion pressed.
Emlyn looked at him with a hint of surprise and asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll poison you?"
Cyril nodded calmly: "I'm not afraid."
"I am an astrologer; I can tell whether a potion is harmful or not just by tossing a coin once."
Emlyn's expression froze for a moment, then darkened slightly.
After hesitating for a while between helping and not helping, he glanced back at the Holy Symbol of Life at the very front of the hall, then looked at Sirion and said:
"Tell me what kind of potion you need first. My potions are very expensive, and I can't concoct extraordinary potions that require special materials right now."
Cyril glanced at Emlyn with some surprise, and under the latter's impatient urging gaze, he earnestly performed the common greeting of the Church of the Earth Mother, then chuckled:
"A regular medicine will do; it will restore vision damaged by bright light."
"Eyes? These are anything but ordinary... Just you wait." Emlyn muttered, turning and walking towards the back of the prayer hall.
While waiting for Emlyn to prepare the potion, a thick gray fog suddenly rose before his eyes.
Then he saw Sherlock Moriarty silently praying in the room:
"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' please convey to Mr. 'Fate' that I wish to meet with him."
Why do you want to see me?
Cyril paused for a moment in confusion, then nodded slightly to the figure deep within the gray mist:
"I understand. I'll go find him within an hour."
After he finished answering, the gray fog in front of him did not dissipate immediately as usual. In fact, he could even feel the "Fool" sitting high in the depths of the gray fog watching him.
The two remained silent for two seconds. Just as Cyril was about to suspect that Klein was performing divination on him from above the gray fog, the gray fog in front of him suddenly changed, and a third-party perspective appeared in his mind.
A curtain of black shadows surged from the unknown depths of darkness, along with crimson eyes hidden behind the curtain and an endless, swirling gray mist.
After a brief stalemate, everything returned to calm.
The image that had appeared in his mind vanished, and the "Fool," who remained seated high in the depths of the gray mist, showing no change from before, calmly said:
"It's all over now. The 'True Creator' just turned its gaze to you."
"Avoid contact with people from the Aurora Club recently."