stjorthotic Chapter 111 Adam's New Mission
Chapter 111 Adam's New Mission
Chapter 111 Adam's New Mission
A sudden knocking sounded at the door. Triss looked at the dressing mirror, which had returned to normal, rubbed her cheek to make her smile appear calm and natural, and then turned to the door and softly said:
"Come in."
Oh dear, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a blond, blue-eyed, and rather handsome man walked into the room.
He was in good shape, with a genuine, hearty smile on his face. He wore a casual suit without any elaborate decorations, with only a few button-shaped gems on the collar and cuffs highlighting his understated luxury.
He saw Triss sitting in front of the dressing mirror, a hint of infatuation flashing in his eyes, and he quickened his pace.
"Triss, I have the whole day to spend with you today. Haven't you been complaining that it's too boring here and wanting to go for a walk outside the manor? How about we go to a manor in the countryside for the day?"
As he spoke, he naturally walked behind Triss, embraced her from behind across the chair, bent down to bring his chin close to her ear, inhaling the perfume in her hair, and whispered:
"Triss...Triss...I've prepared a surprise for you, would you like to come and see it with me?"
Triss, who was being embraced, showed a flash of disgust in her eyes, but it quickly turned into enjoyment. She then leaned back and rested her head on the other person's shoulder.
"I read today's newspaper, and it's all about the recent serial murders in Backlund. The victims are all teenage girls, and I'm a little afraid to go out."
Feeling the slight trembling of the girl in his arms, he gently stroked Triss's cheek and softly comforted her:
"Don't worry, the kingdom's higher-ups have put pressure on the three major churches, and this case will be resolved soon."
"Moreover, you have no shortage of protectors around you, whether they are in the open or hidden in the shadows, I have made arrangements for them all."
Triss gave a soft "hmm," then murmured in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, as if she were talking to herself:
"But there are many more ordinary people who are not protected and could die at any time, and I was originally one of them."
The person holding her in their arms quickly reassured her, "No, you're different, Triss..."
On the other side, having ended her conversation with Triss and allowing her spirit to return to her body, Cyril opened her eyes and stood up from her chair.
As soon as he straightened up, his gaze suddenly became alert to the reflection of more than one person faintly seen in the convex window in front of him.
His heart skipped a beat, but the next second, the vigilance that had just risen in his heart vanished abruptly, and he immediately relaxed.
After a moment of confusion, he quickly realized that he had been comforted by the "audience".
When he thought of the "audience," the image of a blond priest immediately came to mind.
When he turned around, he saw Adam standing quietly behind him, with a warm smile on his face.
He wore the same simple white robe that had never changed, and a thick, light gold beard covered the lower half of his face. His clear, innocent golden eyes, like those of a baby, calmly gazed at Sirion.
The latter couldn't help but feel a little flustered, after all, his previous thoughts and attempts had already violated the principles of the Twilight Hermit Society.
As he was lost in thought, Adam spoke gently:
"By Sequence 2, the Extraordinary is already a complete mythical creature, and the human form is just a disguise to facilitate communication and maintain humanity."
"Some of the ordinary clothes you see are just appearances, and some are real, but for angels, keeping them clean is the simplest thing in the world."
"Of course, many angels will voluntarily change their clothes and bathe from time to time in order to maintain good humanity."
Cyril: ...
I only had a fleeting thought, and I didn't even complain. Can this really be read by mind?
"You didn't hide your expression, and I'm practically half the controller of the mind's world. Unless it's kept secret, no thought or idea can escape my notice."
Adam maintained his gentle, smiling expression, as if he were discussing the weather.
Cyril nodded, not in a very good mood, and then asked directly:
"Does your visit mean I can go to the mirror world again?"
"That's only one of the reasons," Adam said before Cyril could press further.
"I saw that your fate had changed, so I went to Backlund to trace your past."
"In addition, I have a new request for you."
"What commission?" Sirion pressed.
"Go to the underground ruins on Williams Street and meet Medici."
Adam finished speaking calmly, then looked at Sirion, awaiting his reply.
The latter's expression froze for a moment; he desperately hoped he had misheard.
You heard me right.
"I want you to go and meet Medici, or rather, the evil spirit of Medici Soren Einhorn, in my place."
"I don't think I'll even make it to it," Sirion said hesitantly. "I'll probably be burned to ashes before I even get to it."
Adam calmly replied, "Therefore, I will pay you part of the payment in advance."
As he spoke, he reached out and pulled a miniature stargate the size of a fist from the void, then casually tossed it toward Sirion.
The latter took it somewhat clumsily, and the miniature starlight gate seemed to be an illusory existence, instantly merging into his body the moment he touched it.
Then Cyril discovered that the world he saw had changed dramatically; he could see the astral plane, the spirit world, and dimensions that were normally invisible.
He saw "doors" and hidden passages scattered throughout the material realm and countless dimensions.
This is the perspective of the "Wanderer." The free-spirited "Wanderer" can appear almost anywhere in the universe, and can forcibly open a "door" or passage even if there are barriers blocking the way.
After getting used to the "Wanderer's" perspective, he looked at Adam with a puzzled expression. The more generous Adam seemed, the more worried he became, which meant that the task he was to do would not be easy.
Noticing his own light and the thoughts that crossed his mind, Adam calmly explained:
"This won't be too dangerous for you; it's just a trial."
"What attempt?" Sirion asked hastily.
Adam: "He corrupted Medici Soren Einhorn in his evil spirit state and attempted to locate the Western Continent, which was sealed by 'mystery,' through the corruption of Medici's 'City of Calamity.'"
Cyril: (°口°；)
Is it too late for me to return this imagined "wanderer" characteristic to you now?
Adam quickly added, "It doesn't have to be done, just an attempt."
Cyril's expression remained conflicted: "But the authority to control this position belongs to those who possess the 'Star Key'."
Adam shook his head slightly and explained simply:
"That was an experiment for later. Right now, the power levels of 'Wanderer' and 'Arcanist' are most suitable for you. Experiencing too high a level of power prematurely won't do you any good."
"Just follow your instincts and feelings. This is just an experiment, and the result doesn't matter."
Seeing that Adam had gone this far, Cyril could only nod.
The next second, countless dazzling stars flashed in his eyes.
In less than two seconds, he used his enhanced spiritual intuition to quickly locate Williams Street and find the underground ruins there.
He then reached out and gently pushed the air in front of him, and a phantom door, seemingly formed from pure starlight, appeared out of thin air. As the starlight flashed, he and Adam disappeared from the spot.
In the dimly lit underground ruins of Williams Street, a "door" shimmering with starlight suddenly appears.
The next second, Cyril's figure emerged from behind the "door".
Snapped!
He snapped his fingers, and the dark underground building was instantly illuminated by a light that felt neither scorching nor oppressive, as if it had stepped from night into midday.
This is a demigod-level "flash" trick, where the intensity and duration of light can be freely controlled!
call!call!
Inside the illuminated underground ruins, clusters of crimson flames rose from shelves on either side of the walls.
Then a voice, tinged with disdain, doubt, and wariness, rang out:
"Ha, to think that a high-ranking 'apprentice' would get lost here. You've completely disgraced the 'astrologers'."
Cyril turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. There was a rusty chair with a semi-transparent body sitting on it.
He wore blood-stained black armor, was young and handsome, with red hair, and his face was covered with horrible, rotting marks that exposed bone. A banner-like mark grew between his brows.