stjorthotic Chapter 274 8000 pounds
Chapter 274 8000 pounds
Chapter 274 8000 pounds
Fors paused for a moment when he saw the bright, colorful, mushroom-like liquid in his hand.
She remembered that the potion she drank when she became an "apprentice" looked pretty normal, didn't it?
"Could it be that the potion failed to concoct? I followed the potion recipe exactly!"
"It would be so convenient if I knew how to tell fortunes."
After muttering a few words, she lowered her head and whispered a prayer to Mr. Fool:
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who wields good fortune."
"I pray to you for some good luck, hoping I can get a promotion."
Above the gray fog.
Having already forgotten the information about the sequence above the "Red Priest" card through hypnosis, he told Miss "Justice" part of the contents of the "Book of Secrets" as a reward and sent her away from the space above the gray fog.
Klein looked at Sirion and pointed to the banknotes lying face down on the table, asking:
What do you plan to do with this "Red Priest" card?
Without hesitation, Sirion replied, "I'll stay here with you."
"The pollution on this is worse than I thought. If I carried it in real life, I'd probably fall into a hunter's den."
Klein nodded, and with a thought, he moved the "Red Priest" card to a pile of miscellaneous items in the corner.
He then looked at Cyril, about to ask something, when above the boundless gray fog, a phantom crimson star suddenly expanded, rippling outwards in concentric circles, while a woman's voice echoed through the hall:
"A fool who doesn't belong to this era..."
A woman's voice, is it "Miss Justice" or "Miss Magician"?
Composing himself, he looked at Klein with a curious expression:
"Is this how you react when someone prays for you?"
Klein nodded slightly, his spirituality reaching out to the expanding crimson star.
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As the surrounding sounds and ripples disappeared, Cyril instantly realized that it was Klein who had responded to the prayer.
He looked curiously at the illusory star that had just expanded, but saw nothing and heard nothing.
He paused for a moment, then shook his head helplessly... There's a privacy screen protection mechanism here?
Klein, having pulled his mind away from the illusory stars, casually explained:
"It's a magician lady. She's preparing for a promotion, so she prayed to me hoping for some good luck."
"A promotion..." Cyril murmured, then chuckled as he thought of the "Master Trickster" potion, which looked like it had a lot of mushrooms cooked in it.
"Rather than hoping for some good luck, I believe she was doubting whether the potion had been successfully concocted and wanted to indirectly confirm it by praying to you."
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Klein paused for a moment, then recalled the bright, colorful, mushroom-like liquid that the "Magician" lady had placed in front of her.
"It seems like it's not impossible."
Although the potions he had taken before also looked strange, they weren't as strange as the "Master Trickster's" potions, which looked like they were heavily poisoned.
The liquid, so vibrant it resembled concentrated poisonous mushroom juice, made it no wonder that the "magician" lady doubted whether her potion had failed.
Composing his wandering thoughts, he asked the question he had wanted to ask earlier:
"Do you know about the Demonic Path? I'd like to know more about the Sequence 5 Apostle of Desire."
"You've encountered an 'Apostle of Desire'?"
Cyril asked curiously, and before Klein could answer, he began to explain on his own:
"Apostles of Desire" are a further development of "Demons." In addition to the abilities originally possessed by Demons, they also have the ability to perceive, utilize, and control desires.
"This is mainly manifested in their ability to exploit everyone's inner emotions and desires, tempting others to degenerate, or planting seeds that will erupt at a crucial moment."
"This outburst can be either a direct control of the target, or it can be an explosion of desire exceeding the body's capacity, resulting in severe damage."
"Furthermore, even when facing an enemy who can always remain rational and calm, the 'Apostle of Desire' can forcefully impact the enemy's mind through its extraordinary abilities, inevitably causing them to experience certain emotions."
"They can also alter their form, transforming their bodies into aggregates of various emotions and desires. This allows them to evade harm, conceal their whereabouts, and influence their enemies."
Klein frowned as he listened... "Apostles of Desire" can forcefully impact the mind of an enemy, causing emotional fluctuations. In other words, the "Apostle of Desire" during the day did not use its full strength at all?
What is he worried about, or is there a deeper conspiracy?
He paused, then looked at Cyril and asked:
"Does the ability of the 'Apostle of Desire' to forcibly impact the enemy's mind have any side effects or prerequisites?"
Cyril shook his head slightly: "No."
"But that requires lighting the two curved demon horns on their heads, and once the horns have burned out, they become unusable."
"If the 'Apostle of Desire' you encounter seems to have restrained himself, it's probably because he has other, more important goals and needs to maintain his best condition."
"Those who achieve extraordinary status through this path, though extremely mad and bloodthirsty, are also quite rational."
Thinking of the "Apostle of Desire" who left without looking back after the failed raid that afternoon, Klein nodded in agreement.
...He was indeed very rational; he didn't hesitate at all when he ran away.
Well, it might not necessarily be an escape; it's more likely they simply don't want to waste time on us detectives.
Just as Sirion said, he had more important goals.
Composing himself, he asked again:
If you are targeted by an "Apostle of Desire," how can you escape the attack that may occur at any time?
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"Kill him!" Sirion replied without hesitation.
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..." Klein's lips twitched slightly, and he sighed speechlessly:
"Any other way besides this."
After thinking for a moment, Sirion sincerely suggested:
"Hide it. This 'Apostle of Desire' who's so high-profile will be a corpse in a few days."
"Why...the church?" Klein immediately realized the reason.
Cyril nodded slightly: "Although the ability to 'predict danger' seems bizarre, unsolvable, and troublesome, it is not without extraordinary ways to counter it."
"So much time has passed since the Backlund serial murders; the three major churches must have already prepared the sealing artifacts to deal with the 'Apostle of Desire,' just waiting for him to emerge."
"Which method can suppress the demon's premonition of danger?" Klein asked curiously.
"Warrior", the fourth sequence of this path is called "Witcher", and the "Witch" in it also includes "Demon".
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The next morning, Sirion got out of his hotel bed, washed up quickly, and asked the hotel waiter for breakfast and a copy of today's morning paper.
I sat at my desk, eating breakfast while flipping through the newspaper.
Soon, he saw a report about himself in a prominent position:
The strongest bounty hunter in the Rosde Islands has appeared!
The mysterious "Painter" Randolph Carter kills "The Great Shark" Jörg and defeats "Iron" McVitie!
He glanced at the somewhat exaggerated descriptions in the newspaper and then saw what he cared about most at the end of the news: Randolph Carter's arrest warrant.
The Church of Storms has offered an £8000 bounty for Randolph Carter, the "Painter".
"Now that he's in the newspapers, Randolph Carter's name will probably be known throughout the Rothschild Islands in the next couple of days."
"If I were to create a picture book featuring Randolph Carter and release it, I wonder if it would have a positive impact on my acting career?"
He muttered a couple of things to himself, then continued flipping through the newspaper in his hand, and then saw the report about Bansi:
The shipping route between Rune and the Roside Islands has returned to normal, but Bansi Port will be undergoing upgrades and will remain temporarily closed.
"Upgrade and renovation? More like a reconstruction, right?"
"Although Storm Pigeon was a bit slow to arrive at the scene, he was still quite violent in handling the situation."
Thump~ thump~
A sudden knock on the door interrupted Cyril's rant. Before he could ask anything, the person knocking spoke first:
"Hello, this is a police officer registering you. Please open the door and cooperate."
...Personnel registration? Could they be looking for me?
After letting his thoughts wander, he casually replied:
"Okay, just a moment."
He swallowed the food in his mouth in a few bites, wiped his mouth, and then went to open the door.
Outside the door stood two sheriffs in black and white checkered uniforms. They had very distinctive features, clearly one being a Ruen and the other a local mixed-race indigenous person.
A hotel waiter holding a room registration form stood next to them.
"Hello, sir, excuse me. Please cooperate with us to complete the personnel registration."
Cyril nodded slightly: "Brian Walker, a painter who came to sea seeking inspiration."
As he spoke, he took out the identity document he had drawn himself. In this world without computers and big data statistics, it was impossible to tell whether the document in his hand was real or fake.
Moreover, this isn't fake; after all, the identity of Born Walker is real.
"painter?"
The two sheriffs and the hotel waiter all turned their attention to him.
Cyril maintained a polite smile and calmly asked, "Yes, is there a problem?"
The mixed-race indigenous sheriff shook his head and said in somewhat broken Rune:
"No, may we come into your room to check?"
"This is a necessary procedure."
"Okay." Sirien nodded and stepped aside to make way for someone to enter the house.
The sheriff did not conduct a thorough inspection; he simply stood at the doorway and glanced around. After his companion checked his identification documents and completed the registration, the two left together and went to the next room.
Cyril reached out to stop the waiter who was about to follow, and asked curiously:
"Is security in Bayam that strict?"
The waiter shook his head slightly: "Of course not. I heard there's a dangerous person appearing, and the police are conducting an emergency investigation."
"However, this kind of search won't be very useful. After all, there are quite a few dangerous pirates here, but I haven't seen any of them being discovered or caught by the security bureau."
Cyril nodded, then pressed on, "What kind of dangerous person is it?"
"I don't know about that." The waiter shook his head and then followed the two sheriffs.
Back in his room, Sirien pondered for a moment and then shook his head:
"It shouldn't be me. An 8000-pound bounty isn't worth such a grand display."
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