Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 63: Attempting Success

"Is there a third law of extraordinary characteristics?"

"Justice," Audrey whispered, voicing everyone's question.

"You could say yes," Sirion nodded slightly.

"In fact, it is a supplement to the two laws of extraordinary characteristics mentioned by Mr. 'The Fool'. To some extent, it is not a big problem to call it a third law of extraordinary characteristics."

"So that's how it is."

"Justice" Audrey nodded slightly. She was very interested in this so-called third extraordinary property law, but she didn't know how to initiate a deal.

She was in Backlund, but Mr. Fate had already obtained all the clues to the meteorite crystals in Backlund and had entrusted the task to Mr. Fool's retinue. She did not intend to get involved in this matter, but of course, she would be happy to help if the other party needed it.

After thinking for a moment, she shook her head slightly and said, "I'm already in Backlund. You don't need information from here anymore. If you encounter any problems with purchasing the meteorite crystal, I might be able to offer some assistance."

Since Mr. Fate sent Mr. Fool's retinue to help him communicate with the vampire at the Harvest Church, it means that he himself is inconvenient, perhaps due to his identity or other reasons, but this undoubtedly gives her the possibility of getting involved in this deal.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," also spoke up: "I'll keep an eye out for you, but I'm back at sea now and won't be able to contact many people for a while."

Then "The Sun" Derrick also commented: "I will also take a look at the Silver City's collection, but if it's a high-level extraordinary material, I can't exchange it with my current points."

Cyril smiled and nodded, "Then thank you all. No matter the outcome, I will share this common sense with you at next week's gathering."

For a moment, everyone looked at him again, some surprised and some curious, surprised by his generosity and curious about the reason for doing so.

Cyril leaned back in his chair and smiled casually: "After all, this is just common sense; you'll all encounter it sooner or later."

...Is this guy trying to win people over and integrate into the group more quickly?

"The Fool" Klein made guesses in his mind, and could only guess, because in his spiritual vision, Sirion's state was always very strange. He was excited at all times, with only a little thought, and occasionally a weak emotion would flash by, seemingly complaining in his mind.

He believed that either the other party had the ability to interfere with clairvoyance, or that the person had some mental problems.

His personal guess leans more towards the latter, after all, this is a guy who has direct contact with multiple hidden entities, so it's normal for him to be a little mentally unstable.

As he pondered Cyril's condition, "Justice" Audrey spoke up again:

"Mr. Fool, I have found two ladies who would be a good fit for our Tarot Club. They are both extraordinary individuals with their own circles and resources in Backlund, and they are also very discreet and have good personalities. Would you be willing to let them join the club?"

...A new member, still in Backlund.

Klein glanced at Sirion. One of the reasons he brought him here was that Sirion lived in Backlund and had his own circle and connections here, which could help him integrate into the extraordinary world here as soon as possible, as well as find clues about Lanruis and Ince Zangwell.

But now, after seeing Cyril's strange mental state, he felt that this guy might not be so reliable.

However, this development of members getting to know each other is not in line with his original intention. Once one of them is arrested by the authorities, it is very likely that the trail will be followed to find the others.

After a moment's thought, he looked at "Justice" Audrey and said calmly:

"This requires some investigation."

"You made them aware of my name in a discreet, undisclosed way, and sparked their interest in it."

Audrey smiled. Although Mr. Fool did not directly adopt her suggestion, the fact that he had examined it meant that her proposal had been accepted to some extent.

Composing herself, she replied excitedly, "Yes, Mr. 'Fool'!"

Cyril glanced curiously at Alger, the "Hanged Man," sitting to his side. Although he couldn't see Alger's expression, he could tell from Alger's clenched fist that he was not calm.

Miss Justice's actions just now clearly made this deep-thinking captain think a lot.

After exchanging ideas for a while, at the signal of "The Fool" Klein, the tarot session ended, and everyone's figures melted and disappeared in the rising crimson light.

Klein let out a soft breath, propped himself up from the back of the chair, and glanced at Sirion's position.

With a whoosh, the high-backed chair spun around, revealing a pattern on the back of the chair composed of layered, illusory doors and eyes surrounded by multiple lines.

Unlike the patterns on the backs of other people's seats, he had a gut feeling that this pattern, composed of lines, doors, and eyes, could be directly associated with Cyril, just like the pattern behind his seat, composed of pupil-less eyes and twisted lines.

"But the pattern behind my seat only works because it connects with the space above this gray fog. What about his?"

"Is his secret also related to this place?"

After whispering a few words, he gathered his thoughts, materialized his usual yellow crystal pendant, and began to divine the difficulty and danger of the matter that Sirion had entrusted to his chosen ones.

...

The interior of a massive castle in Queen Backlund.

Following the instructions given by Mr. Fool, "Justice" Audrey set up a complete sacrificial ritual in her bedroom.

With the ceremony complete, she took a step back, took a deep breath, suppressed her excitement, lowered her head, and recited passages of ancient Hermes as described by Mr. "Fool":

"You are a fool who does not belong to this era. You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog. You are the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune."

"Your faithful servant begs for your gaze;"

Please accept his offering;

We implore you to open the gates of your kingdom.

...

As the incantation was chanted, a violent whirlwind surged through the room, bringing with it a shockwave of natural forces.

The howling, swirling wind lashed against her body, causing Audrey to frown involuntarily. The places on her body that were hit by the wind felt as if they were being cut by knives, causing her constant pain.

If she hadn't already been an extraordinary being with a certain level of physical enhancement, she doubted she would have been covered in blood by the storms stirred up by the ritual.

Gritting her teeth, she endured the pain and scattered the prepared spiritual materials into the wind.

Ugh!

The swirling wind grew more intense, but it no longer stung her skin as before. Instead, it stained her skin with two distinct colors, silver and black, clearly separated yet blending together.

call!

The candle placed in the center of the ceremony suddenly expanded, swallowing the wind that was dyed silver and black, and then tearing out a phantom door inscribed with many strange symbols from within.

Squeak!

Amidst the unrealistic voices, the illusory gate slowly opened.

"Well done."

As the door opened, the voice of "The Fool" echoed in her ears.

Audrey suppressed her excitement, lowered her head, but couldn't help glancing upwards as she replied:

"It's my pleasure."

She placed the prepared £100 in cash in front of the illusory gate, and an invisible suction force suddenly came, sucking the neatly stacked banknotes into the illusory gate one by one.

Then the illusory door slowly closed and disappeared from sight. The violently swirling wind in the room also disappeared, and the bulging and flickering candlelight returned to normal. Only the haphazardly placed ornaments in the room indicated that this place had not been peaceful before.

.....

At the same time, as Cyril was examining himself in front of the full-length mirror, a thick gray fog appeared before his eyes. He saw a chair high above in the depths of the fog, and the "Fool" sitting there.

"The attempt has been successful; you may proceed with the ceremony."

"no problem."

Cyril nodded slightly, and the gray fog in front of him vanished instantly, returning everything to normal.

"....."

Is this some kind of nonsense you don't want to say to me? You were so polite and gentle in front of Miss "Justice".

He was unaware that Klein's true thought at that moment was that the more he said, the more mistakes he would make, and he could only rely on his aloofness to maintain the image of the "fool".