stjorthotic Chapter 93 "Yellow Light" - Venetian's Prophecy
Chapter 93 "Yellow Light" - Venetian's Prophecy
Chapter 93 "Yellow Light" - Venetian's Prophecy
After Sirion recognized the seven lights of the spirit world, the bright light covering the surroundings suddenly receded and transformed into a thin old man wearing a lemon-yellow robe and with a long white beard.
The old man smiled kindly and nodded slightly to Xi Ruien, saying:
"According to the time and etiquette of reality, I should say good morning to this prince whom I have never seen and who has never existed."
"I am Venetian, the 'Yellow Light' of reason and adaptation, and also a symbol of the astrological field. My spiritual intuition tells us that it is most appropriate for me to speak with you now."
Cyril frowned, then asked, "What do you Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm want to discuss with me?"
"Yellow Light" Venitan smiled and shook his head: "It's not about what we want to talk to you about, but what you want to talk to us about."
...Didn't you guys run away on your own?
Cyril stared blankly at the "yellow light" Venitan standing opposite him. After a moment of silence, he asked directly:
"Why have you appeared before me?"
Without the slightest hesitation, “Huang Guang” Venitan replied, “Because of one of our companions, the old man you just met, Turani von Helmoshuin.”
"He is the embodiment of Hilary, the 'Orange Light,' who appeared in this world in human form to spread knowledge and advance technology."
"As Tulane von Helmoshuin, his mission is not yet complete, and it is not yet time for him to return to the spirit world."
Cyril nodded knowingly.
...I understand. They were afraid I would kill or affect Hilaryon, who was incarnated as a human, so all of you seven lights—no, now it's six lights—have mobilized.
Suppressing a grimace, he asked curiously, "Why is Turani von Helmoshuin here?"
Venitan raised his head, seemingly looking at the battle hall:
"Because of the talent he has shown, he is being fought over by intelligence agents from Rune, Intis, Fussac, Fenneport, and even the central countries."
"A scientist who can truly drive technological progress is a strategically significant figure for a nation-state."
Cyril crossed his arms and asked thoughtfully:
"But you're not prepared to let Turani von Helmoshuin be controlled by any one country, are you?"
Because he remembered that Turani von Helmoshyin last appeared on the Rothschild Islands and encountered someone disguised as Gehrman.
Klein of Sparrow.
"Yellow Light" Venitan smiled slightly: "Yes, Your Highness, blocked technology cannot bring about real progress."
Cyril nodded, then changed the subject. "You are the symbol of the astrological field, and should be the most skilled in prophecy among the Seven Lights. Can you help me predict the future?"
"Yellow Light" Venitan showed no surprise, nodded slightly, then shook his head:
"Your Highness, your rank is far above mine, and my prophecy cannot achieve the effect you expect."
Cyril: "It's okay, at least it gives me a glimpse of the future."
Upon hearing this, "Yellow Light" Venitan said no more. He spread his hands, tilted his head back, and his yellow robe and white beard fluttered without wind. Countless stars seemed to flash in his deep, wise eyes.
A moment later, a line of crimson tears slid down from the corner of "Yellow Light" Venitan's eye, and his aura instantly weakened considerably.
"call"
He let out a long breath, raised his hand to wipe the blood and tears from his cheeks, and looked at Sirion, saying:
"Your Highness, beware of fate; it is both your greatest enemy and your greatest asset."
"Fate..." Sirion murmured, frowning, somewhat puzzled.
Shouldn't his greatest enemy be the "higher-dimensional observer" who is always thinking of devouring him?
Moreover, does "fate" here refer to fate itself, or the "Wheel of Fortune" or the "Key of Light," or perhaps the "Ring of Destiny" or the "Weaver of Fate" in the starry sky?
As his thoughts drifted, he looked again at "Yellow Light" Venitan, who shook his head slightly at him:
"Your Highness, this is all I can see. As for how to interpret it, I think you should know better than I do."
Finally, he added, "Even at the level above the sequence, fate remains mysterious."
"Yellow Light" Venitan's words made Cyril abandon his plan to press further. After a brief silence, he changed the subject:
"I understand what you meant when you said you'd never seen me, but what do you mean by 'never existed'?"
Upon hearing this, "Yellow Light" Venitan's expression suddenly turned serious. He looked at Sirion and solemnly said:
"The spirit world itself is made up of all kinds of information, some of which comes from the past, some from the present, and some of which foreshadow certain future events."
"The Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm are also part of the Spirit Realm. We possess most of the information about the Spirit Realm, which is why we noticed your sudden appearance in this world from the very beginning and have been observing and paying attention to you."
"Your Highness, your message is spreading from the present to the past and the future, like ink drops in clear water. Although some beings have covered it up, this is not permanent unless a great being above the spirit realm intervenes personally."
"But based on our observations, the cover-up by that being is unlikely to last until the return of the great being above the spirit world."
"When your existence is fully exposed to this world, you may encounter the malice of this world itself."
"The world's own malice?" Cyril asked, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Yellow Light" Venitan nodded. "Yes, but we don't know in what form this malice will ultimately manifest."
"Perhaps it's malice that represents the order of the world to some extent, perhaps it's a curse carrying the weight of the entire world, or perhaps it's the exclusion and malice of fate..."
...I have a vague feeling about the future...Cirien sighed inwardly, then placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly to the "yellow light" Venitan in front of him, saying earnestly:
"Thank you for your information. I will do my best to help you if you need my assistance in the future."
"Yellow Light" Venitan regained his usual amiable, smiling demeanor:
"You're welcome. You've gained the approval of the great ruler above the spirit realm, and that alone is enough to secure our assistance."
As the words fell, the figure of "Yellow Light" Venitan quietly disappeared, and the several bright rays of light that had been covering the surroundings also faded away.
...Getting closer to Klein was definitely the right decision. For Qi Guang's sake, I won't charge him for his bodyguards this time. Anyway, he probably doesn't have any money left.
As his thoughts drifted, he returned to the dimly lit basement, but Turani von Helmoshuin, who had been there, was gone, and the basement door showed signs of violent damage.
"They've already been taken away? Does that mean the battle in the main hall upstairs is over?"
As he murmured, he pulled a gold coin from his pocket, flicked it out with a click, and made a simple gesture.
Once he was sure there was no danger upstairs, he walked toward the damaged basement door.
He returned to the hall where the battle had taken place via a long, narrow staircase.
The room's floor, walls, and furniture showed almost no signs of damage, except for a few incomplete bodies lying quietly on the floor, their blood still fresh, indicating that a fierce battle had recently taken place here.
"spray"
With a slight sigh, Cyril smacked his lips and flicked the gold coins out of his hand again.
After glancing at the results and confirming that the final victor had dealt with the scene and there was no danger, but also no information to be obtained, they realized that the situation was under control.
He raised his hand and conjured a phantom crystal ball that shimmered with starlight. After spinning it twice, the crystal ball shattered with a snap, and the fragments of shimmering starlight scattered into the void.
After completing the counter-occupation and counter-tracking interference, he stepped closer to the several mutilated bodies lying on the ground. The victors of this battle had left in a hurry, which gave him the opportunity to pick up the pieces.
After searching the area, he found two unloaded pistols, 13 pounds 5 sous in cash, and a necklace that looked quite valuable.
In addition, there was a black mask and a ring; the last two items were magical objects, seemingly formed from extraordinary properties extracted from the body.
"There aren't any of those Sequence 6 bodies on site, and even the number of Sequence 7 bodies is very small. Does that 'Necromancer' have a strange habit of collecting corpses?"
"Perhaps this isn't a quirk for extraordinary individuals using the 'Death' pathway..."
He paused, then suddenly looked up at the window. He heard footsteps approaching rapidly outside and felt a warning from his spiritual intuition.
No wonder he ran so fast.
He glanced at the few corpses he hadn't yet managed to collect, then turned and opened the restaurant door behind him, holding what he had acquired.