NCCnovel Chapter 97 The Sudden Summoning of the Twilight Hermits
Chapter 97 The Sudden Summoning of the Twilight Hermits
Chapter 97 The Sudden Summoning of the Twilight Hermits
Wildy Street, South of the Bridge.
Having just returned home, Sirion sat at his desk, took a gold coin out of his pocket, and flicked it into the air.
After flipping it a few times, the gold coin landed back in his hand, heads up, indicating approval!
"The problem has been resolved."
"Indeed, the 0-08 is a very useful pen. I don't even need to speak. I just need to think of it and Adam's name at the same time."
"Hmm... It's best not to use this method too often. Even if it's a coward, it's still a dangerous level 0 sealed artifact. It wouldn't be good if it got angry and tried to fight me to the death."
As he whispered, a familiar, gentle, and calm voice suddenly echoed in his mind:
"A last-minute gathering in one hour."
...Adam?
Cyril was surprised. This seemed to be the first time Adam had contacted him on his own initiative... But why would there be an impromptu gathering at the Twilight Hermits' Gathering, which was supposed to be held every six months? What went wrong?
As his thoughts drifted, a thick, grayish-white mist suddenly spread before his eyes, revealing the imposing figure of "The Fool" seated high in the depths of the mist.
...You were just two seconds away from meeting earlier.
As he was lost in thought, he saw a crimson light, like a tidal wave, rise from the mist and coalesce into an image of Sherlock Moriarty praying before the mirror in the bathroom.
"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' please convey my message to Mr. 'Fate': the spirit creature has been killed by Miss Bodyguard. It left behind extraordinary materials and a time-limited magical item."
"In addition, Rosago, who attacked me, also has a share of the spoils after he was killed in retaliation. I will keep it for now, and he can come to me to collect it at any time, or I can give it to him through sacrifice and bestowal after the time I have spent with the bodyguard."
"Also, I need two extraordinary materials recently: the true root of the Mist Treant and the spinal fluid of the Evil-Striped Black Panther. Please keep an eye out for them for me."
As Klein finished praying to himself, before Cyril could even give a response, the gray fog in front of him quickly dissipated.
"The true roots of the Mist Treant, the spinal fluid of the Evil-Striped Black Panther..."
"There's a Twilight Hermit Gathering tonight. Forget it, it's better not to go through any channels related to Adam. Although he probably wouldn't do anything with potion ingredients given his personality, we still need to be on the safe side. Klein can buy those two ingredients himself."
After making his decision, Cyril got up from his chair, stretched, and planned to take a shower first, then wait for the Twilight Hermits' Meeting to begin.
In a hazy state, Cyril suddenly felt sleepy. He didn't resist, but simply shifted to a more comfortable position and then fell into a deep sleep.
The next moment, bright and clear sunlight suddenly appeared, awakening his mind from its hazy slumber.
When he came to his senses, he found himself in the magnificent and enormous ossuary hall.
High up in the church, clear sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, outlining transparent, distorted faces on the glass, as if countless souls were sealed inside, forming a thick "wall" that could separate the astral realm from the spirit world.
At the very front of the hall, before a massive cross surrounded by countless bones, Adam sat silently in a prayerful posture.
Calmly observing everyone who appears here.
As their eyes met, Cyril spontaneously rose and bowed slightly to Adam:
Good evening, Mr. Adam.
After a brief pause, he turned around, glanced around, and smiled:
Good evening, everyone.
"Good evening...."
He then received responses from everyone present.
...I feel like I'm seeing "Justice" at the Tarot meeting; this is something she excels at and often does.
As his thoughts drifted, he saw an elegant blonde woman with blue eyes across from him raise her hand and lightly tap her ear, drawing everyone's attention.
She spoke with a slightly serious expression:
"Gentlemen, the assassination of Duke Negan, which was approved at the last gathering, has failed."
"Zilingus was killed by an angel who appeared to be a 'Death' pathway. I've uncovered some information, which is why I requested this impromptu gathering."
No sooner had she finished speaking than someone nearby questioned, "This matter has taken so long to investigate; couldn't it have been done by the angels of the Spirit Cult?"
"No, that old guy Heitel was severely corrupted during a ceremony and has been recuperating in his mausoleum ever since."
"The angels from the royal faction of the Spirit Cult haven't made any moves lately. Of course, it's possible they've created a false impression and then secretly gone out, but that's unlikely."
The speaker was a young man in a tailcoat. He was tall and thin with soft features and a kind of androgynous beauty.
His androgynous and handsome features, combined with his deep bronze skin, seemed somewhat incongruous, as if they were a product of a slip of the hand by the Creator.
Cyril looked at him with curiosity and restraint, seeing for the first time in one person such distinct racial characteristics.
Hermes, who was sitting to his left in a greyish-white robe, suddenly turned his head and winked at him with a smile.
Cyril: ?
He paused for a moment, then suddenly heard Hermes's aged but gentle voice echo in his mind:
"His name is Garienus Eggers. He possesses both faint elven and death god blood, belongs to the Spirit Order, and moves between the royal faction and the artificial death god faction."
...Wandering around? Are you sure you're not being ostracized by two factions at the same time?
Cyril remained skeptical of Hermes's words. Although the Cult of the Spirits had not completely split, the various factions were basically in a state of mutual isolation and interference, making it difficult to navigate between two factions simultaneously.
But... why explain all this to me? Do angels gossip too? Or is this just a little hobby of the "audience"?
The moment the thought began to interact, Hermes' voice echoed in his mind once more:
"It's best to stay focused during a party. Even if you don't care about these things, others will notice your attitude, especially if they've given you special attention."
"Among the people sitting here, there are quite a few who are interested in you. After all, the last person Adam paid special attention to was Russell."
?
Are all the big shots in the mysterious world this boring?
Xi Ruien subconsciously muttered a complaint in his mind, then collected his thoughts, adjusted his control panel expression, and straightened his posture, like a primary school student being called on by the teacher in class.
After the brief incident with Hermes, the meeting moved on to discussing a new plan to assassinate Duke Negan:
"Leaving aside the mysterious organization that killed Zilingus, Duke Negan must die; this is part of the future trend. What are your suggestions?"
Cyril, seeing that he had once traded with "King of the Black Seat" Baros Hopkins, continued:
"A 'Desire Apostle' from the Belial family is hiding in Backlund. Perhaps we can use his connections within the extraordinary circles he infiltrates to passively assign him the mission to assassinate Duke Negan."
"This can erase our traces, and the abilities of the 'Apostle of Desire' are very useful for people with psychological flaws."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tall, thin young man, who possessed both elven and death god bloodlines, asked curiously:
"How did you discover the 'Apostle of Desire' from the Belial family?"
Barros Hopkins chuckled and replied:
"I've noticed an unusual series of murders and discovered a peculiar 'devil' seeking a promotion."
"It's a demonic giant dog raised by humans. I must say, this 'Apostle of Desire' from the Belial family is quite resourceful. I believe it can accomplish the mission of assassinating Duke Negan."
Then someone else asked, "The 'Apostle of Desire,' skilled in killing and manipulating people's hearts, certainly possesses sufficient strength and wisdom, but how do you intend to persuade him?"
"My idea is a 'devil's' potion recipe."
As he spoke, Barros Hopkins turned his head to look at Adam, who was sitting under the giant cross.
The recipe for the Devil's potion was recorded on the second blasphemous tablet, which required the approval of Chief Adam.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Dang, who had been quietly observing, nodded slightly in response.
But instead of producing the blasphemous tablet or revealing the "devil's" potion recipe, he took out a playing card from the void in front of him.
The front of the card depicts Russell, a figure with a pair of curved goat horns on his head, membrane-covered bat wings on his back, a steel fork in his hand, and a thin, pointed tail behind him.
In the upper right corner of the card is an inscription in Old Fussac: Sequence 0: Abyss.
The Abyss Cards, or Demon Cards, are among the twenty-two blasphemous cards created by Emperor Roselle!