stjorthotic Chapter 293 The Passionate Arodes
Chapter 293 The Passionate Arodes
Chapter 293 The Passionate Arodes
"One or two Sequence 5 Beyonders, plus a Level 1 Sealed Artifact—the Church of War has absolutely no reason to let you get away with this, right?"
"Wouldn't it be better, more in line with our stance, to forcefully expel you?"
Cyril sat back down by the fireplace: "But I can teleport, I can come and go as I please."
"An extraordinary being who can divine, teleport, and teleport is very difficult to ambush."
"And the fact that they were able to come to me so quickly, while partly because I didn't try to hide it, also shows that they paid close attention to Randolph Carter and were wary of him, and most likely knew that I could also use extraordinary abilities at the demigod level."
"If a battle breaks out in the city, they will be the ones who suffer the most in the end."
"Therefore, it would be better for both sides to exercise some restraint and bind each other through a contract, so that everyone can feel at ease."
"After all, I'm not a pirate who burns, kills, and plunders."
Pirates wouldn't destroy an important port, much less infect a large area with mental illnesses.
Although you didn't do any of these things, they are all closely related to you. In the eyes of the Storm Church, you have probably become a walking trouble-making machine.
After muttering a few words to himself, Klein urged him to begin the ceremony and took away the freshly brewed hot coffee.
After leaving the gray fog, Klein did not rush to leave the washroom. Instead, he drew a symbol that combined secrecy and voyeurism on the mirror in front of the sink.
As the symbol took shape, the originally clear mirror surface instantly turned dark, as if it were shrouded in a layer of watery light.
Soon, silver, seemingly joyful Rune words appeared: "My esteemed, great, supreme master, your loyal and humble servant Arodes has answered the call."
"What are your orders, my great master?"
At the end of this text, there is a little human emoji peeking out.
...It was still so enthusiastic that it made me a little uncomfortable, and it even used emojis?
Does this mirror have some strange fetish? It wasn't like this when it was in front of Ikonser of the Mechanical Heart. Why is it acting so humble and ingratiating in front of me?
After a pause, gathering his thoughts, he asked his question: "I want to know where I can get clues about mermaids."
A ripple of water appeared on the mirror's surface, followed by lines of new words: "After the Quaternary period, mermaids rarely appeared in human sight. Most of them went into the depths of the sea, with only a small number still active at sea."
"On the island of Toscate in the Sunia Sea, the Church of the Night kept a group of mermaids."
"Furthermore, traces of mermaids can be found in the War of God ruins at the easternmost point of the Sunia Sea."
"In addition, perhaps in certain places in the Misty Sea and the Sunia Sea, mermaids who have left the deep sea may occasionally appear."
Finally, a line of words appeared in bold: "Great Master, do you have any further questions?"
...Is this a question-and-answer game?
If the mechanical-hearted butler Ikonser knew that this mirror would proactively help the questioner complete the question-and-answer game and avoid risks, I wonder what kind of expression he would have.
Composing himself, Klein nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
He paused briefly, then continued, "I want to know information about the ruins of the divine war."
On the mirror in front of him, the water shimmered, the previous words disappeared, and then new words appeared: "That is the easternmost part of the Sunia Sea. It is not a real ocean, but the ruins left after the war of gods."
"I can confirm that there are mermaids active in the depths of that sea, but it is very dangerous there, and I cannot glean much information from it. There is also some information that I cannot disclose."
"Great master, are you satisfied with this answer?"
Klein nodded.
He then asked, "Are those the ruins left behind after the battles of those gods?"
Under his gaze, the water shimmered on the mirror for a while before new words appeared: "I'm sorry, great master, I cannot answer this question."
"But I can tell you that there lingers the scents of the sun, the earth, darkness, and death."
"Great master, could you please stop asking this question? Otherwise, they will discover me."
"Yes, that's fine." Klein nodded, then asked another question: "Can the ritual for advancing to 'Master of Puppets' be replaced with something else instead of the mermaid's song?"
The mirror-like surface, shimmering with water, seemed to fall into silence for a long time, without a single word appearing.
Just as Klein thought he had asked another question that even the "Magic Mirror" Arods couldn't answer, bright silver words appeared on the mirror's surface: "Based on feedback and deduction from the 'Master Puppets' within the Church, during the 'Master Puppets' advancement process, the mermaid's song serves as a neutralization, a balance."
"It's used to counteract the corruption of the spirit threads by the Puppet Master's potion during the ascension process. Without it, most Faceless Men will directly lose control during the ascension."
"In theory, any sound or extraordinary ability with a similar effect can replace the mermaid's singing voice, but people who haven't experienced it firsthand simply can't distinguish the subtle differences."
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Klein stared silently at the words appearing on the mirror, only managing to control his expression thanks to his "Joker" powers.
So, was the mirror's silence just now because it went to the Church of the Night to copy answers?
It was an unexpected process, but it also demonstrated the power of this mirror in certain aspects. It could even look at the files of the Church of the True God at will, and it was even a goddess with the title of "Hidden Mother".
As he drifted into thought, new words appeared on the mirror: "Great master, are you satisfied with this answer?"
Klein nodded calmly, "Okay."
A ripple of water spread across the mirror's surface, and new words appeared: "Those annoying guys from the Mechanical Heart are back again. Sorry, great master, I have to deal with them."
Klein nodded slightly: "Supreme Master, I wish you a pleasant life in this world, and I wish you a speedy return to the great throne above the spirit realm."
"Your loyal servant Arodes takes his leave..."
Finally, there's a small emoji that gradually shrinks, waving a handkerchief.
In less than a second, the deep mirror returned to normal, reflecting Sherlock Moriarty's face once again.
"This mirror is so convenient."
"Wait, why didn't I just ask it the real cause of Talim's death and who the killer was?"
"Never mind, I'll go up to the gray fog tonight and try to find out what happens. If I don't get a satisfactory result, I'll ask it for help."
After muttering a few words, he straightened his clothes, then walked out of the Alliance Bathhouse, picked up his hat and cane, and went out to buy warm clothes for Sirion.
The next day at noon, in the "White City" of Nas.
After having lunch delivered to his room by the waiter, Cyril went out wearing the warm clothes that Klein had bought from Backlund.
The temperature here is highest around noon.
As soon as he reached the hotel entrance, a chilling sea breeze blew, and he couldn't help but shiver.
...Spending too much time near the stove makes one less accustomed to the cold outside temperature.
He exhaled a puff of white mist, rubbed his hands together, and strode out the door with firm steps.
"The sooner I finish this role, the sooner I can leave this cold place."
"If all else fails, I could borrow Klein's sunbird brooch... but forget it. The illusion of being in the middle of summer might cause my body to lose heat without me even realizing it, and I might freeze to death without even knowing it."
"In that case, even a painting that can bring warmth, or even a burning sensation, won't work, because that's not real temperature."
He muttered to himself as he walked to the dock.
Upon arriving at the dock, he saw a complete whale skeleton, as tall as several houses, still covered with bits of scarlet flesh.
Below the skeleton, a group of workers wearing heavy cotton-padded clothes are separating the fish skin, meat and fat, packing them, and then transporting them to various places.
After strolling leisurely around the dock twice, watching the workers dismantle and reassemble the whales, Cyril went straight into a nearby bar.
Inside the bar, the warmth from the fireplace lessened some of the chill he felt.
Because of the long history of colonization by the Fusaks, most people here are of mixed Fusak and local indigenous descent, and there are also many Fusaks.
This results in the local people of Nas being mostly robust and tall, with an average height between 1.9 and 2 meters.
Especially in places like bars, you can see almost entirely muscular men.
Upon entering the bar, Cyril felt as if he had instantly transformed into a teenager who was still underage.
"Hey, whose kid is this?"
"Want to come to Uncle's? Uncle's arms are warmer than your coat, haha... ah~"
Bang!
Cyril strode past the bearded giant who was sprawled on the ground in a disheveled state, and went straight to the bar.
Several patrons around him glanced at each other and moved aside to make room for him at the bar.
They were not lacking in knowledge, and Cyril had not concealed his actions just now; with a mere flick of his finger, he could make a grown man fall down in disarray. He was definitely an extraordinary individual.
Ignoring the probing and scrutinizing gazes of those around him, Cyril glanced at the small blackboard on the bar: "A Nash beer."
"2 franc".
Sirion paused for a moment as he reached for his money, and finally handed over a 1-sol note.
...I was in such a rush that I forgot to exchange my currency.
"Keep the change, consider it a tip. Tell me about something interesting that's happened recently."
The bartender, who looked quite young but already showed signs of a beard, was immediately impressed and happily accepted the 1 soule note that was handed to him.
In the currency system of the Northern Continent, the currency of the Loen is the most valuable. One Loen can be exchanged for about five silver dollars, which is more expensive than a tip or a drink ordered by Sirion.
Thanks to the tip for his encouragement, the bartender filled his glass with beer and then enthusiastically told him about the recent rumors at sea: "It's said that some time ago, Admiral Blood clashed with Vice Admiral Iceberg in the waters above the White Whale Sea over the key that can unlock the giant's treasure, and ended up having one of his ships sunk by the Golden Dream."
"Currently, Admiral Blood is leading his fleet in pursuit of the Golden Dream."
"And in the waters off the Rhodes Islands to the north, a mysterious painter has reportedly appeared," causing considerable losses to the Church of Storms.
"The Church of Storms has a bounty of 45000 pounds on him, which is more than most pirate generals have."
"Many pirates and bounty hunters are interested in this bounty."
"Is that so?" Sirion raised an eyebrow, tapping the rim of his wine glass lightly with his index finger.
"Are there any pirates or bounty hunters in Nash who are interested in this bounty?"
"Of course I do, otherwise how would I know this news..."
The bartender behind the bar suddenly stopped talking, looking at Cyril as he took off his hat and loosened his scarf. His face gradually overlapped with the portrait on a wanted poster he had seen before.
goo~
"The painting... Mr. Carter, you..."