NCCnovel Chapter 247 That's even more serious.
Chapter 247 That's even more serious.
Chapter 247 That's even more serious.
Backlund, 15 Minsk Street.
Klein, who had just finished breakfast and was clearing away the dishes, froze as he felt an intense, suffocating malice emanating from all directions.
What's going on? Who wants to kill me?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when, as he was contemplating how to create a commotion to attract attention and then escape, the suffocating malice that permeated the surroundings vanished again.
"What's going on? Are you kidding me?"
Klein blinked, feeling a little lost. The next second, his spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered, and he saw a folded letter on the table in front of him.
After hesitating for a moment, he didn't take the letter. Instead, he untied the citrine pendant from his wrist and began to perform the divination.
"The danger we were in has passed..."
"The danger we were in is over..."
After repeating it several times, he opened his eyes and saw the pendant he was holding rotating clockwise, which made him feel a little relieved.
He then checked again to make sure the letter on the table was safe before picking it up and unfolding it in front of him.
In Bansi Port, just after finishing breakfast at the hotel and preparing to leave, Sirien turned around and looked behind him.
Erdfana, his entire body ashen and his face withered to the point of decay, appeared silently in his room.
"Don't ask me to deliver letters to him anymore. I find it hard to control my malice in front of him."
Cyril instantly understood something and quickly asked:
"You... um, is he alright?"
"No." Erdfana shook her head slightly.
"The gaze from that 'Goddess of the Night' brought me back to my senses, otherwise things might have been different."
Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "Has the pollution on your body become so severe that it's beyond your control?"
Erdfana calmly shook her head: "It's not so serious that it's beyond my control, but rather that I can maintain my rationality and emotions most of the time."
Cyril: ....
That's even more serious.
Erdfana: "So don't let me see anything related to 'Source Castle,' otherwise I'll have a hard time controlling my malice."
Cyril pointed to himself: "What about me? Don't I also have the aura of 'Source Castle' on me?"
Erdfana shook his head slightly: "The aura of 'Source Castle' on you isn't strong, and there's another aura suppressing it as well."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully, then asked:
"Since the pollution of the 'Chaotic Sea' on you is so intense, can you sense other places or people polluted by the 'Chaotic Sea'?"
Erdfana replied without hesitation, "The Earth's core, of course."
After a brief pause, he continued:
"Besides the 'Chaos Sea' itself, the places where the remnants of the 'Chaos Sea' are most intense are the Giant's Royal Court, a certain place in the Mirror World, and the body of the 'Eternal Sun'."
"You don't seem surprised. It appears I don't have the additional information you're looking for."
After saying that, he turned around, took a step, and his figure quickly faded and disappeared into the air.
Before long, a thick gray fog suddenly surged out in front of him, and a deep red light rose up and engulfed his vision.
Slightly embarrassed, he came to his senses and found himself inside the magnificent and ancient palace above the gray mist.
As soon as his figure solidified, Klein, sitting at the head of the table, couldn't help but complain:
"Where did you find that dangerous creature as your messenger?"
"I almost thought I had accidentally offended that troublesome big shot again, and I even came up with an escape plan."
Cyril let out a soft breath and sincerely apologized:
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect such a strong reaction from you. I won't let him deliver letters to you anymore."
"?" Klein keenly noticed that Sirion used this instead of "he" or "it".
Cyril nodded slightly and briefly explained Erdfaina's identity:
"He is an ancient dragon that survived from the Second Age. It was a deal we made between us that he helped me deliver the message."
"But his ancient pride makes him feel that delivering messages is a shameful thing, so he intimidates and threatens everyone who receives a message, right?"
Klein suddenly spoke up, feeling as if he had finally understood the truth behind the malice he had felt earlier.
Cyril paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No, it's just that it's difficult for you right now."
Klein's lips twitched slightly. ::: It would be better to make things difficult for everyone.
Taking a deep breath, he chose to skip the messenger's question and instead asked:
"What was the meaning of that letter of yours, which had no words and was full of illustrations?"
Sir Ryan smiled and explained:
"I originally wanted to send you some local specialties from Bansi, but I accidentally broke them all into pieces, so I can only use a drawing to express my feelings."
After hearing what he said, Klein felt like he had a long row of black lines on his head:
"If I remember correctly, what you drew on that piece of paper was either a flying head or a headless corpse, right?"
...So the specialty of Bansi Island is the separate household units?
Cyril: "This is called splitting up; you won't see it anywhere else."
"I don't really want to see it either." Klein's lips twitched slightly.
After a brief, casual chat, Cyril, under Klein's guidance, re-recorded some of the extraordinary abilities of the "Magician" and the Sun Brooch, making up for the losses from last night's battle.
The White Agate of Bansi Island was no longer visible from the ship. Pierre pulled Irene into the room and began to recount his magical adventures from the previous day.
"What?!"
Elena gasped in surprise, but quickly recovered and covered her mouth with her hand.
She quickly glanced around, making sure her parents and bodyguards outside the room weren't drawn to her by her exclamation, and then gestured to Pierre to continue.
Peel, beaming with excitement yet maintaining composure, said:
"Those monsters can disguise themselves as ordinary people. I was kidnapped by them. They wanted to sacrifice me and others who were captured to their evil god, but my brother Carter stopped them."
"Carter, who loves to draw, is a legendary magician. He can summon sunlight, dawn, golden flames, and a silver greatsword with a wave of his hand!"
"And then there's the coolest, most powerful silver storm, which wiped out all the evil monsters in the basement in one go."
Inside the captain's cabin, Erlan sat in a chair covered with a blanket, his brow furrowed so deeply that it almost formed a deep frown.
After leaving Bansi Port, through constant recollection, memories that he had subconsciously ignored gradually returned to his mind.
He recalled his conversation with Sirion on the deck the previous night, as well as his earlier bail of Sirion at the Panjang police station and the subsequent conflict between Sirion and the substitute.
"The ability to influence other people's memories and thoughts at will—I remember this belongs to the middle sequence of the 'audience' pathway, and its name is 'hypnotist'."
"But given the level of mystery he has displayed, he is probably not just at the middle level, but closer to the legendary demigod."
"But his style of doing things doesn't quite resemble those 'spectators' who prefer to stay behind the scenes, and he doesn't exude any of the imposing aura of a demigod... This could be a disguise, or it could be that this powerful hypnotic ability comes from some level 1 sealed artifact, rather than from himself."
"He saved Peel and didn't resist or influence the police officers with his abilities when they were facing the Sheriff's Department, but he prevented me from reporting his information and frequently influenced me with his abilities..."
"Why does it feel like I'm the only one suffering from his malice?"
"Because I'm the only extraordinary one among these people?"
"Regardless of his malice or whether the bloody rituals on Bansi Island have revived, it will take at least three more days for the White Agate to reach the port of Tiana. Hopefully, the port of Bansi will remain stable during this period."
In Bansi Port, at the Flower Square outside the Deep Blue Church.
Sirion set up his easel in a corner of the square and began creating his painting once again.
After drawing his encounter with the "Weather God" followers last night, he also absorbed some of the "Recorder's" potion.
At this rate, he felt that by the time he left Bansi Island, the digestion of the "Recorder's" potion would be enough for him to record the extraordinary abilities of two demigods.
As the drawing gradually took shape, a group of curious onlookers gathered behind him, just like they had on the White Agate before.
"Hey, are you drawing the dark blue church in the foreground?"
"Why is the sky in your drawing so gloomy? It's clearly a sunny day!"
Xi Ruien glanced at the man who had spoken to her and casually replied, "That's called artistic embellishment."
"Art...processing?"
Upon hearing unfamiliar vocabulary, most people around seemed oblivious, but there were still one or two discordant voices:
"Then why make it so dark? Wouldn't a sacred church look much better in the sunlight?"
Without looking up, Sirion replied, "Sunlight doesn't belong to the realm of storms; lightning, dark clouds, and the deep blue church under the gale are more in line with storms."
"If you like the feeling of being bathed in sunlight, you can go to the church called 'Eternal Sun'."
"Even on a rainy day, being in a golden church can give you the illusion of being bathed in bright sunshine."
Upon hearing him mention the "eternal blazing sun," the person who had just asked the question immediately stated their position:
"My faith belongs to the storm, to the sea; how could I possibly enter the church of the 'Eternal Sun'!"