8mi Chapter 283 Black-on-Black
Chapter 283 Black-on-Black
Chapter 283 Black-on-Black
Seeing Emlyn's impatient expression and his attempt to provoke him, he raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Of course I know, but why should I tell you?"
Emlyn curled his lip: "If you really know, why don't you say so and prove it?"
"Selling information costs money. Did you pay me?" Sirion asked calmly.
Emlyn frowned: "But news of the 'Fool' has already spread throughout Backlund's circle of extraordinary beings."
Cyril shook his head and smiled: "Only his name has been spread; isn't the rest of the information just what those extraordinary individuals imagined and fabricated?"
"But what I have here is truly valuable, confidential information."
"If you want to know, since we've known each other for so long and we're practically destined to meet, I'll give you 20."
"I'll give you a discount, only £100."
"20% off?" Emlyn's lips twitched slightly.
He suspected that either the other person was mentally unstable, or that the other person thought he was mentally unstable.
...Do I look like some kind of stupid vampire whose face screams "I'm rich but stupid"?
He muttered to himself, then pointed towards the church doors: "Goodbye, don't bother seeing me out."
Cyril shrugged and walked out of the church in a cheerful mood.
Emlyn stared at his retreating figure, took a few deep breaths, and turned to walk towards Father Utravsky, who had returned to his desk.
"Father, do you know about that 'Fool' who's been circulating in the extraordinary circles lately?"
Father Utravsky nodded slightly: "The news that first circulated from the extraordinary gathering in Backlund was that they were looking for the believers and followers of 'The Fool,' who were said to be in Backlund."
"Besides these?" Emlyn quickly asked.
Father Utravsky glanced at him and said slowly, "This is an evil god."
Emling paused for a moment: "Um...of course I know this is an evil god. I'm just curious about what kind of evil god He is, what kind of personality or authority He has."
Father Utravsky said solemnly, "Don't try to understand an evil god. Some beings are dangerous to even know about."
"Back in Fenneport, I saw it in a file; the 'Demon' pathway has a sequence called 'The Whisperer.'"
"Just by knowing them, saying their names, or uttering a word, they can exert influence from a very long distance, causing their targets to die mysteriously."
"The evil god will only be stronger and more terrifying than this."
Emlyn's expression stiffened slightly: "Of course I know."
Inside the Kragg Club, in the restroom of a lounge.
Klein took out the mirror shard he always carried with him, looked at his own face reflected in the shard, and called out Sirion's name several times, but received no response.
He frowned, suspecting that his incompetent bodyguard had deserted his post.
Thump~ thump~
A crisp, tapping sound rang out in front of him.
Klein looked up in surprise and saw that the mirror embedded in the wall of the bathroom had become dark, and there was a yawning figure of Sirion in it.
"Is something the matter? You shouldn't be in any danger, right?"
Klein's lips twitched slightly, and he said with a suspicious tone, "You didn't fall asleep in the mirror, did you?"
The person in the mirror, Sirion, shook his head: "Of course not, I just wandered around the area."
He paused, then added, "Don't worry, I did a divination to make sure you wouldn't be in danger before leaving behind that mirror."
"I'm not some kind of vengeful spirit or ghost; a shard of mirror is just too insignificant to me."
Klein nodded, skipping the topic altogether: "Okay, keep an eye out for me outside. I'm going to do some divination above the gray fog."
Cyril raised his hand and gave an OK sign, then disappeared behind the mirror.
After confirming that Cyril had left the Allied Cleansing Chamber, Klein immediately took four steps backward and entered the gray fog.
In the lounge outside the bathhouse, Cyril silently emerged from the reflective glass window, made himself a cup of black tea, and then sat on the sofa, leisurely enjoying the snacks and fruit the club had prepared for him.
Within two or three minutes, before he had even finished his black tea, Klein emerged from the washroom.
Klein glanced at the dwindling fruit in the bowl, nodded almost imperceptibly, and said, "I've divined the whereabouts of that Apostle of Desire. He's severely injured and is escaping through the sewers, and he's getting closer and closer to us."
Cyril instantly understood his meaning and gave him a thumbs-up: "The Magician's revenge isn't too late, even if it takes a few days."
Klein rolled his eyes at him: "What I mean is, could you help me interfere with divination and spiritual intuition? That should be able to somewhat suppress that Apostle of Desire's dangerous precognitive abilities."
"In addition, you should perform a summoning ritual in the sewers. I will respond to you above the gray fog and then descend as a spirit."
"Anyway, you're just using fake materials from the painting to fool people, so it won't leave any trace at the scene."
Cyril frowned. "Drilling through the sewers costs extra."
He doesn't want to go to dirty and smelly places like the sewers unless absolutely necessary.
Moreover, the "Apostle of Desire" was originally hired by the Twilight Hermits to kill Duke Negan, so his involvement in this matter is somewhat like double-crossing and shirking responsibility.
Klein: "If there are any spoils, we'll split them equally."
"Hmm..." he hesitated before saying, "I will protect you if there is any danger, but I will not get involved in your battle with that 'Apostle of Desire'."
Klein gave him a strange look, then nodded: "Okay."
Upon receiving a response, Sirion raised his hand and conjured a dazzling crystal ball.
The next second, the crystal ball shattered with a snap, and countless tiny fragments, shimmering with dazzling starlight, merged into the surrounding void.
After interfering with the divination and spiritual intuition, he turned to Klein and said, "Tell me the specific steps of the ritual, as well as the approximate route the other party took to escape through the sewers."
After receiving the information from Klein, he got up and walked to the glass window of the lounge. He placed his hand on the glass, and a phantom-like, dark blue portal opened. He stepped directly inside.
Through the mirror world, he arrived directly at a sewer entrance in Queens.
A phantom book slowly turned in his eyes, and then his figure quietly disappeared from the ground.
In the damp, dark sewers, filled with the stench of fermentation and decay, Sirion gently rubbed his fingers together, creating a soft glow.
He then pulled out a sheet of drawing paper, shook it, and unfolded it.
Snapped!
He snapped his fingers, and the ritual depicted on the drawing paper vanished, appearing in reality.
After slightly altering the content and steps of the ritual, he took a step back and recited in ancient Hermes: "Fool not of this age, mysterious ruler above the gray fog, king of yellow and black who holds good fortune."
"Your faithful followers pray to you;
I humbly request your attention;
I pray that you will bestow your power.
Ugh!
Inside the sewer, a constantly swirling, chilly wind blew through Cyrien's clothes and hair.
He took two steps back and looked at the flickering candlelight in front of him, now tinged with a deep blue, which suddenly expanded, stretching out an illusory portal.
Then a figure dressed in full black armor, wearing a black crown and a matching cloak flew out from behind the door.
He maintained the form of a spirit, but was much more solid than a typical spirit, and to the naked eye, he was no different from a real flesh and blood body.
Cyril scrutinized the spirit before him with great curiosity, muttering to himself, "Tsk, no wonder he's the infamous Black Emperor, the Robin Hood-like rogue. He certainly looks imposing."
In his spirit form, Klein appeared far more aloof than usual. He glanced at the ritual on the ground and asked in a chilling voice, "Can you keep up?"
Cyril nodded: "I can teleport."
"Don't let the ceremony be ruined."
After giving his instructions, the chivalrous thief "Black Emperor" drifted directly into the depths of the sewers.
After watching Klein's spirit depart, Sirion gently rubbed his fingers together, causing the light illuminating the surroundings to disappear.
He then reached out and pulled out a dark curtain from the air, covering the ceremony in front of him and making the flickering candlelight disappear.
After doing all this, a phantom book appeared in his eyes and began to turn the pages.
Then, streaks of dazzling starlight appeared out of thin air, weaving together to form a phantom gate covered with mysterious symbols and patterns.
In a relatively wide area of the sewer, sewage flowed quietly in the ditch, and a foul smell permeated the surroundings.
Thin, undulating shadows clung to the cold walls and rusty metal pipes, trying to use the coldness to calm themselves down and suppress their bloodlust and desires.
Hu~hu~
Between heavy breaths, the shadow on the wall suddenly turned its head and looked at the place it had just passed.
A figure dressed in full black armor and wearing a black crown, exuding extreme majesty, came into his view.
Before he could react, a silent shriek suddenly rang out.
The shadow paused, and large patches of black began to fall from its body, as if shaking off black snowflakes stained with deep desire.
The shadow suddenly dispersed under the direct attack on the spirit, turning into large swaths of pitch-black liquid that spread in different directions.
At the same time, glittering starlight flew out from the void, rapidly intertwining to outline a phantom door.
Under the starlight, Klein noticed that the scattered black liquid was very thin, seemingly just an illusion to distract him.
As Cyril emerged from behind the illusory portal, he glanced behind Klein and warned, "He's about to run away."
Reminded by him, Klein immediately turned around and summoned a clear and holy light.
The shadow that was rapidly retreating along the wall froze, then quickly evaporated in the holy light.
Klein gave his opponent no chance to struggle and used the sun brooch that was placed inside his full-body armor once again.
One after another, illusory golden flames ignited, and the thin, violently undulating shadow burned and melted into drops of liquid like candles.
In less than two seconds, the shadow in the flames stopped struggling and lost its life.
Cyril walked over to the thin, lifeless shadow, examined it, and then pulled a tarot deck from his pocket, handing it to Klein: "Do you want to scatter a tarot deck here?"
Concealed by his full black armor, Klein, whose expression was obscured, hesitated for a moment before asking, "Why do you carry tarot cards with you?"
Cyril raised his chin: "Of course, it's to cause trouble and then scatter cards at the crime scene!"
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After a moment of silence, Klein took the tarot cards from his hand and scattered them on the floor.
In the very center, in the most prominent position, are two cards placed horizontally and diagonally: the World and the Wheel of Fortune.
After scattering the cards, he turned to Cyril: "Do you have a way to speed up the extraction of extraordinary properties?"
Cyril: "Of course...no."
tread!tread!
Heavy footsteps rang out, causing the ground to tremble slightly, and at the same time, Cyril's spiritual intuition gave him a warning.