pertwk Chapter 155 Financial Crisis
Chapter 155 Financial Crisis
Chapter 155 Financial Crisis
"Is that 'Fool' you mentioned watching us?"
Although it was a question, Bernadette spoke with great certainty.
She looked up at the peculiar mirror world above her, which was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and her eyes suddenly became extremely deep, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm.
After a moment, she lowered her head and looked at Sirion with an inscrutable expression:
"Your inspection has been approved. Tomorrow night at 8 p.m., go to the third and fourth lampposts on the left side of the Tasok River in the dock area and wait for the party to begin."
"Huh?" Sirien looked at the other person, somewhat bewildered.
Bernadette offered no explanation, but simply pointed her finger into the air, and then Cyril saw a greenish-blue seed the size of a fingernail fall from his body.
A memory he had long forgotten resurfaced at this moment.
This was Sharon's voucher for the high-end party, but the investigation she mentioned never happened, nor did the seed disappear. He thought he had been forgotten by the party's organizer.
...So, the person who actually organized Miss Sharon's party was Bernadette, and she foresaw some of the future, which is why she never let me join the party?
As his thoughts drifted, he saw the green vines around him shrinking back, and the eyes that had grown from the dense cracks around him withering away one by one.
This means you're letting me go?
His thoughts wavered slightly, and he quickly raised his hand and said, "Please wait a moment. I want to discuss a deal with you regarding a disaster involving high-level forces."
Seeing that the surrounding vines were contracting and the withering of his eyeballs was slowing down, he quickly spoke up:
"I should be able to obtain the exact time and location of a dangerous ritual involving the descent of a 'True Creator,' and I can notify you promptly."
Bernadette looked down at him, her expression completely unchanged, and asked in an extremely calm tone:
What do you want?
"The extraordinary characteristics of a 'traveler'."
Under Bernadette's intensely intimidating gaze, Cyril changed his original desired "Arcanist" trait to "Traveler".
Bernadette glanced at the rapidly approaching flames outside the special mirror world and calmly said:
"Horamik is here. We'll discuss your deal at the party tomorrow night."
After speaking, Bernadette's figure quickly faded away along with the retreating green vines.
With Bernadette's departure, this fragile and unique mirror world lost its anchor and began its unstoppable collapse.
Click! Click!
Spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly all around, and in an instant, this special mirror world began to teeter on the brink of collapse.
Behind Cyril, pairs of transparent, thin-film wings, tinged with starlight, flapped incessantly, instantly spreading brilliant starlight across his entire body. Then, he transformed into scattered starlight and vanished into the collapsing special mirror world.
Meanwhile, outside the special mirror world, Horamik, carrying a jetpack, landed from mid-air and stood steadily in front of the Kingdom Museum's gate.
He stretched out his right hand, and a hazy, colorless light appeared on his hand and then spread out.
The next second, a special mirror world covered with spiderweb-like cracks appeared out of thin air, then shattered with a crash and disappeared before his eyes.
Above the gray fog, Klein saw that Sirion had successfully left and even made contact with the high-sequence powerhouse who had suddenly appeared.
He then withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on the bookmark he had brought back through his spirit.
Even above the gray fog, the bookmark depicting Rosell dressed as the emperor looked no different from any other bookmark, just like any ordinary bookmark in a street shop.
Klein tightened his grip on the bookmark, and a wisp of gray mist drifted over under his will, falling onto the bookmark in his hand.
The moment the wisp of gray mist touched the bookmark, it was bounced away.
"Sure enough, this bookmark has a big problem."
"But it seems there's no way to break it by force; we have to activate the incantation."
After whispering a few words, Klein placed the bookmark on the table and then left the space above the gray fog.
He had the bookmark in hand, and he had plenty of time to slowly ponder the deciphering of the incantation. Now, the more important thing was to return to his body and leave the North District.
In the Leverage Church, on the stained-glass window of the clergy's lounge, layers of ethereal blue light rippled out and quickly coalesced into the shape of a "door," from which Cyril leaped out.
He looked around, then at the imaginary version of himself he had created, and gently rubbed his fingers together.
The image of him conjured up on the painting faded quickly, becoming thin and flimsy. In less than a second, it transformed back into a portrait.
He folded up the scroll on the chair and then looked at the mirror in the corner:
"Has no one bothered you during this time?"
:
On the mirror, words flashed by: "Iconsel Bernard came by and saw you reading quietly, so he didn't disturb you. He just told you not to worry about the 'witch's' threat and then left."
"I happen to be the sealed object under his control. In order to prevent him from discovering the problem because of his knowledge of me, I did not speak, but I made the fake body you created nod to deal with it."
Cyril nodded slightly: "Well done. You can go back now. The people from the Steam Church will probably have some questions for you tonight."
Arodes: "They won't get a single clue about my great master or about you!"
At the end of the conversation, a small, serious-looking figure appeared on the mirror.
Cyril chuckled and shook his head. "There's no need to leave us with absolutely no clues. You can adjust the visuals yourself; this will help your great master digest some of the 'Magician's' potions. He should be pleased."
Thank you for the tip!
Arodes looked excited, his words followed by a pair of sparkling eyes drawn in simple strokes, before he left without looking back.
After Arrodes left, the oval-shaped floor mirror in the corner faded quickly and disappeared into thin air.
Cyril pulled up a chair and sat down, casually praying to "The Fool":
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"Please tell Mr. 'World' that I have left safely. Also, I would much rather receive cash than anything else that might be on that bookmark."
After he finished praying, he got up from his chair and turned to walk to the makeshift bed behind him where the clergy rested during their night watch.
Following Ikonser's advice, he decided to stay here tonight.
Meanwhile, inside the Kingdom Museum, Horamik stood before the stolen Russell manuscript, his gaze fixed intently.
Behind him, Max, the leader of the Mechanical Heart team and head of museum security, was reporting the current situation while holding an antique, silver-plated mirror that looked as if it had been cleaved at an angle:
"Tonight, the sealed artifact 1-63 suddenly went out of control, and all members of the Mechanical Heart were expelled from the special mirror world. Afterwards, a door appeared in front of the display case containing the Roselle manuscript."
"Only a pair of hands appeared from behind the 'door,' seemingly a spirit. Our first attack failed, and the other party took away five manuscripts and a bookmark placed on the manuscripts."
Holamick stared blankly at the Roselle manuscript, which was missing several pages, for a while, then turned to look at the antique silver-plated mirror in Max's hand.
On the mirror surface, the diagonal cracks seemed to have closed up a bit compared to before, and the colorful starlight that used to shimmer between the cracks had disappeared.
After a two-second silence, he spoke in a low voice:
"Tonight's thief exploited the residual contamination on 1-63. The perpetrator is likely connected to the 'Apprentice' demigod who appeared in the West District before, or even to him personally."
"There was indeed the aura of a demigod in that shattered special mirror world before, but it wasn't just demigods; there seemed to be a conflict between them."
"Return 1-63 to the Church of the Night tomorrow. This sealed artifact has been repaired and no longer poses a threat."
He paused, then looked again at Russell's manuscript in the display case:
"If his goal was the manuscript, why would he take the bookmarks that were underneath? This is not a suitable distraction."
If his goal is bookmarks...
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"Perhaps we have all been deceived by Russell, and have been deceived for over a hundred years."
At 15 Minsk Street, a piece of white paper placed on a table suddenly burst into flames.
The flames suddenly expanded, shooting up a meter or two high, and then Klein leaped out of the flames.
He glanced around to make sure no one had come while he was gone, then strode into the washroom and walked four steps backward into the gray fog.
"A fool who doesn't belong to this era..."
"...I've left safely. Besides, I'd much rather have the cash than what might be on that bookmark."
After hearing the prayers echoing around him, Klein's face visibly darkened.
"I have a feeling that he already knew that this bookmark was likely a blasphemous card, which is why he specifically mentioned that the reward should be in cash, rather than the knowledge on it."
After quickly assessing his current savings, he realized he probably couldn't afford to pay for Sirion's help tonight.
"Miss Justice is still in a financial crisis. She owes me, no, she owes me money that I can't get back for the time being, which means I don't have enough funds to pay Sirion's compensation."
"Hmph, this isn't just Miss Justice's financial crisis, it's rapidly becoming the Tarot Club's financial crisis..."