Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 45: Sacrificing the Individual for the Greater Good

After Cyril finished her quiet explanation, Carlson asked, "Do you know why she attacked you?"

Cyril shook his head: "I don't know, I don't even know her."

Carlson frowned and pondered for a moment, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his statement, and instead continued to ask:

"Could you describe what she looks like in detail?"

"Okay." Sirion nodded slightly, then paused and suggested:

"Do you have paper and a pen? I can draw it; my drawing skills are pretty good."

"Wait me a moment."

Carlson turned and left the room, returning quickly with a pencil that was still half-finished and a blank register that looked like it was used by doctors in a hospital.

"If we don't have any blank paper, we'll use this for now."

Cyril nodded slightly, raised his hand, pulled at the wound on his shoulder, and then grimaced and pulled it back.

"Oops, my right hand isn't very mobile. Could you hold the notebook for me? I'll draw with my left hand."

Carlson's face showed embarrassment; he had completely forgotten that Cyril had a wound on his shoulder.

He chuckled twice, then quickly changed the subject: "You also have left-handed drawing skills?"

"I haven't tried it, but it should be fine," Sirion replied uncertainly.

As he spoke, he held a pencil in his left hand and began drawing lines on the blank register.

His painting skills came from the power and knowledge he gained after destroying the frame of the painting containing the world within it. In addition to being able to create paintings with extraordinary power, he also gained a wealth of painting knowledge and skills, which allowed him to become a painting master from scratch in a single day.

If he so chooses, and with the right materials, he can create a painting that depicts a world within a painting, but it cannot last long unless he regularly invests his energy into it.

If it were in the form of an angel trial card, it should be able to create a permanently existing world within a painting. After all, the essence of a world within a painting is the interaction between reality and dimensions, and the angels of the "Gate" pathway have already touched upon the power of dimensions.

Besides the world depicted in his paintings, he can also create other paintings with extraordinary power:

For example, a painting can reflect a certain reality of the world and have a certain impact on its surroundings, or it can make false content become real things, stepping out of the canvas or paper and lingering within a certain range. All paintings have a time limit.

Perhaps because this power was extracted from the world of the painting, he always felt it was incomplete.

After letting his thoughts wander, he drew a portrait of Zoira Hernandez on the blank register in front of him.

He then handed the half-pencil to Carlson, saying, "It's finished. Although I don't think this portrait is of any use, I've seen her disguise before, and it's exactly the same as Professor Fils."

Carlson took back the register, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction, saying, "Well done, it's on par with the professional artists in our team."

"We can't neglect to prepare in this area just because she's good at disguising herself; it might come in handy sometime?"

"Alright, you can rest now. I need to go back and report the information you have here."

"By the way, you don't need to worry about your safety. We have people protecting you secretly."

"Yes, thank you." Sirien nodded "gratefully" in thanks.

After Carlson left, Betty took Thomas back to the ward and chatted with him casually.

Beth did most of the talking, with Thomas occasionally chiming in. Cyril, lying in his hospital bed, smiled and chimed in. He could tell that Beth was trying hard to liven things up and help him relax, but her serious demeanor made her unsuitable for this task.

Fortunately, just when he was about to lose his smile, Irving, who had packed food for him, returned.

Looking at the food being fed to him, he protested helplessly, "I can really eat by myself. Although my right hand is not convenient to use, my left hand is fine."

Beth firmly refused: "No, you have wounds on your body too. The doctor said you can't sit up yet. Lie down properly and I'll feed you."

"Or you can have Isaiah Thomas feed you, you choose one."

Cyril sighed. "Then let's forget about it."

I don't want to eat with my nostrils.

He paused, then looked at Owen, who was watching the scene unfold, and asked, "Don't you have to go back to school?"

Irving chuckled. "Thanks to you, the entire history department at Backlund University is on holiday today."

Cyril: .....

Sacrificing yourself for the greater good, right...?

He muttered to himself, then looked down at his wounds: "I don't think I'll need to go back to school before graduation. After all, I'm seriously injured. Maybe the school will just give me a diploma to console me."

Irving: "I don't think so."

"The school should give you a chance to retake the exam. Otherwise, if two people skip class but only one of them has to take the exam, I'll feel resentful."

Cyril chuckled, "You can shoot yourself. There's an empty hospital bed next to me."

Irving: .....

Seeing Owen's speechless expression, Cyril felt her mood suddenly improve... Sure enough, the smile didn't disappear, it just shifted.

He paused, his smile fading, and changed the subject:

"Go to the Harvest Church on Narcissus Street and find Father Utravsky. He's good at preparing medicines, and I think he's more reliable than the hospital."

"I don't want to spend the next period of time lying in a hospital bed."

Before Owen could answer, Beth's expression suddenly turned serious: "Are you planning to convert to the 'Earth Mother Goddess'?"

Sirion immediately shook his head: "Of course not, I just happened to meet that priest by some accident."

"The clergy of the 'Earth Mother Goddess' Church have a good grasp of pharmacology, and that priest is a chosen one of God, so perhaps we can buy some special medicines for healing from him."

"I really don't understand how an ordinary student from Backlund University like you got involved with the priest of the 'Harvest Church'."

Beth shook her head slightly, but didn't continue the topic.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Cyril fell asleep without realizing it.

In his dream, he saw a vast, deep wave crashing towards him and sweeping him into the sea.

Before he could struggle, the surroundings suddenly brightened, and he found himself in a magnificent, ancient church with towering black stone pillars.

In front of the church, before a huge cross surrounded by countless bones, Adam, dressed in a rather simple white robe, looks at him with a smile.

After hesitating for half a second, Cyril stepped forward, nodded naturally to the other person, and asked:

Good afternoon, Mr. Adam.

Adam responded gently, "Good afternoon, Mr. Sir Ryan."

Understanding why Adam wanted to see him at this time, Cyril had no intention of beating around the bush and immediately said:

"I see that the information is not comprehensive; it only represents one aspect of His qualities. Perhaps when I become an astrologer, I will be able to see more through my connection with Him."

"His specific title should be: Lord of Dimensions, the eye that looks down upon the mortal world, the source of all illusions, the creator of the world in the painting."

"The traits I saw at that time were related to my eyes, or rather, my observation."

"He can see everything in the world from above the dimensions. At the same time, because of the characteristics of the dimensions, His observation will cause direct and crucial changes to the subsequent development and final result of the observed object. This is somewhat similar to our observation of the quantum realm. Well, you should know more about this than I do."

"At that moment when I looked into His eyes, this thought came to my mind: When I see Him, the flowers bloom brilliantly; when I don't see Him, the flowers and my heart are both silent."

"This corresponds to the phrase in His name, 'the eyes that look down upon the world.'"

"I'm able to see all of this at just the right time, which must also be partly due to the script written by the 'writer'?"

After he finished speaking, he looked intently at Adam, waiting for his response.

Adam simply smiled gently: "I am not a researcher in the field of physics."

"Furthermore, when you see Him, He also sees you; the more you peek into Him, the more He understands you."

"Once you become an 'astrologer,' it's best not to look into His eyes anymore, even through the barrier left over from the beginning, it's not that safe."

...So that's why you arranged this scene at this time? To obtain the most effective information at the lowest cost?

Cyril stared straight at Him, without uttering a word of his thoughts.