Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 57: My First Meeting with Klein

In the East District, Sir Ryan flagged down a carriage at the crossroads, preparing to head to the Harvest Church in the South District of the Bridge.

He had just attended a gathering organized by the "Eye of Wisdom" elder, but gained nothing.

Five or six days have passed since he finished digesting the "Master of Tricks" potion, but he hasn't found a single clue about the meteorite crystal, which is the last ingredient for his "Astrologer" potion.

In fact, he had a perfectly safe method: to ask Adam or a member of the Twilight Hermits for help. However, he did not have a way to directly contact the members of the Twilight Hermits, nor did he want to ask Adam for help.

"I should have asked for the contact information of 'King of the Black Seat' Barros Hopkins back then."

"Sigh, it's really tough being a wild extraordinary being..."

After sighing a couple of times, he suddenly remembered something very important and hurriedly urged the driver to change the route, go to the steam train station first, and then take a detour back to the south of the bridge.

After his chance encounter with Ince Zangwell, which ended in a 0-08 score, he was reluctant to go near that place again, but something suddenly occurred to him.

Judging by the time, Klein should be arriving in Backlund soon, and he planned to try and bump into him. As for whether they would actually meet, he would leave that to fate. He just suddenly had an idea and wanted to give it a try.

Under his pressure to offer more money, the coachman readily agreed to his plan to take a detour.

He drives only to make money; he'd drive around the entire Backlund region for a fee.

.....

Ugh!

The distant sound of steam whistles echoed in the air. Sir Ryan pushed open the glass window of the carriage and looked thoughtfully at the steam train station outside.

It seemed that a steam train had just arrived not long ago, and people carrying suitcases or bags were coming out of the station in an endless stream, but he didn't see anything particularly eye-catching among them.

"Um... I think I was being a bit presumptuous. Even if I saw them, I wouldn't be able to recognize someone I've never met before in a crowd at a glance."

He muttered something under his breath, feeling a little embarrassed. Suddenly, his gaze froze. He saw a very conspicuous target in the crowd coming out of the steam train station: a thick gray fog that was both present and absent.

He was a young man in a tailcoat, with black hair and brown eyes, of average appearance, with deep features, and an air of scholarly refinement.

He wore a half-height silk top hat and dragged an exaggerated leather suitcase that seemed disproportionate to his size as he steadily moved forward with the flow of people.

On him, Cyril saw endless gray mist, a dark blue portal, and "cocoons" hanging in front of it.

For a fleeting moment, he felt as if he saw the pillars of the universe, the rulers of the world, all of time and space, and the changes of all things, yet it was as if he saw nothing at all, as if it were all just a mistake.

"Um?"

Outside the steam train station, a young man dragging a large suitcase frowned slightly. He had just sensed a faint, deep, and watchful gaze, and at the same time, he also sensed an anomaly emanating from the space above the gray fog.

"I felt someone watching me just now, and there was some unusual activity in the space above the gray mist?"

He was instinctively wary, his eyes scanning his surroundings, but then he scoffed and shook his head.

...These people around here should all be ordinary people. I can't possibly encounter demigods or even angels as soon as I arrive in Backlund, can I?

As his thoughts drifted, his gaze fell upon a carriage slowly driving away. Through the half-open window, a handsome young man with black hair, black eyes, and soft features, who seemed very familiar to him, was looking in his direction.

No, he's looking at me.

Does he know me?

The question flashed through his mind subconsciously, and then he saw the young man in the carriage nod at him, as if to say hello.

He paused for a moment, then politely nodded in return.

Only after the carriage disappeared from his sight did he belatedly realize the source of the familiar feeling he had just experienced.

"He's the one who prayed to me, who even recited the names of all the great beings he knew!"

"The results of the investigation that Ms. Justice gave me earlier said that he was very dangerous. The person she commissioned to investigate seemed to see something incredibly terrifying the moment he saw the other person face to face, and was so scared that he ran away. Afterwards, he had nightmares for several days in a row. Because of this, the person who accepted Ms. Justice's commission went to church to pray every day."

"His specific abilities are unknown, but what is certain is that he can hide himself in a mirror, silently take things from other people's hands, and perhaps also has remarkable perception abilities."

"The ability to silently take things from someone's hands is somewhat similar to 2-105 'Vein Thief'. As for hiding in a mirror, the only mirror magic I know of so far is the 'Witch's' mirror magic, but even they can't enter a mirror on their own."

"Either he possesses an extraordinary ability I'm unaware of, or the abilities he's displayed rely on sealed artifacts..."

"Should I take him above the gray fog and ask him? I just arrived in Backlund and need to expand my connections in the mystical world. Although Miss 'Justice' is rich and is in Backlund, she's just a newbie in the mystical world."

"Uh, wait, this guy who dared to recite so many names at once is a newbie in a way. Anyone with even a little knowledge of occultism wouldn't dare do that. Does he want to die even faster?"

Klein quickly gave up his hesitation. Compared to whether to bring Xireen to the Gray Fog, he had more important things to do now: find a place to stay and a job that could earn him money.

After a two-second silence, he dragged his large suitcase and followed the crowd to the crossroads ahead, where there was a newsstand that could help him quickly learn about the city.

.....

Harvest Church, South of the Bridge.

After paying the driver two soulas, Sirion stepped into the church. As soon as he crossed the door, a wet rag flew at his face.

slap~

The rag made a strange turn in the air, tracing a semi-circular arc before flying towards Emlyn, who was staring at him menacingly.

But it lost power halfway through the flight and landed on the ground.

Even after fully absorbing the potion, the "magic master's" "object manipulation" trick only covers a distance of 5 meters.

He pursed his lips slightly in exasperation, looked up at Emlyn, the vampire standing in front of a bench, and said in a deep voice:

"Is this how you greet guests who come to church?"

"If you're so inattentive, how can you possibly grasp the preciousness of life and the joy of a bountiful harvest? Don't let yourself be unable to return home by next year."

Hearing this, Emlyn became even angrier: "Damn bastard, who's responsible for me not being able to go home?"

"Damn it, if the priest weren't here, I would have shoved this rag into your mouth today."

"Do you know how many times I've wiped the candlesticks, swept the floor, and cleaned the walls these past few days?"

Cyril thought for a moment, then nodded seriously and said, "I don't know, but if you want to talk, I can listen to you for a while."

The vampires are a good channel; he might be able to buy meteorite crystals. But this would require easing his relationship with Emlyn, at least lowering their favorability from hostile to indifferent or uncaring.

"roll!"

Emlyn glared at him, picked up the rag from the ground, and turned to walk directly to the clergy's lounge at the back of the hall.

Having failed to ease tensions, Cyril turned to another target, approaching Father Utravsky, who was praying at his desk.

"Father, I've been having some trouble collecting potion ingredients lately. Could I get some advice from you?"

Father Utravsky looked up at him, then shook his head seriously and said, "If you are a 'warrior' or a 'farmer,' I can offer you some assistance."

"If you just want to know some information about gatherings of Wild Extraordinary People, I know how to get involved in one, but I can't guarantee you'll get the material you're looking for."

"Because most of the extraordinary individuals who attended that gathering were not of high rank, and there is very little material available about the 'Apprentice' pathway."

Seeing that Father Utravsky seemed to know a lot about the gathering, Sirion suddenly asked with some curiosity:

"Father, did you organize this gathering of extraordinary people?"

Father Utravsky looked at him and nodded slightly, saying, "Yes."

"If you'd like to participate, you can go to the Maple Leaf Bar on the third floor of Tucker Street in the Backlund Bridge area around this time the day after tomorrow."