Mystery: A Spark

"What a brilliant idea! However, perhaps because the person who developed this secret technique was not an extraordinary individual of the warrior path, there are still many areas that need improvement."

Although Arthur was the creator of this secret technique, he was not an extraordinary individual of the Warrior path.

Therefore, when Arthur was deducing the secret technique, there were many parts where his deductions were inaccurate.

As the chief of Silver City, Colin was certainly not a reckless man who only knew how to crack open monster skulls with a large blade.

While Colin may not be the most learned person in Silver City when it comes to occult knowledge, his breadth of knowledge is still among the best in the city-state.

Moreover, he was a demigod on the warrior path, so he could easily see the imperfections in this secret technique.

“However, we need to discuss the specific procedures for using this secret method with the other elders of the council. Let’s set the meeting for this afternoon,” Colin said in a deep voice, looking at the two parchments on the table.

Colin hadn't called a meeting earlier about exchanging traits for arcane arts because as the chief, he could make the decision if it was just about retrieving a single Guardian trait.

The other elders also have their own things to do, and it's impossible for them to make a big fuss about coming back just for a Guardian trait.

But things are different now, because how to use this secret method, how many people to use it, and what the specific rules are all need to be discussed and decided by the six-person council.

“Yes,” the Shadow Watcher replied.

"In addition, according to what is said here, the Demon Hunter uses a special weapon called a Warblade. Have the blacksmith try to make some, and if they work well, then gradually start equipping the patrol teams with them."

clear.

……

It was evening in an apartment building in the Hillston area.

The petite Hugh nestled on the sofa at home, facing the fireplace, and by the light of the gas lamp, flipped through "The History of the Nobles of the Kingdom of Loen," which she had borrowed from Viscount Grelint.

Because Fors had gone to a writers' gathering, she was all alone at home at that moment.

After looking at it for a while, Hugh suddenly felt that the hardcover of the book was a bit strange, as if there was something tucked inside.

So she carefully examined the book and successfully found the hidden compartment, where she discovered an old piece of paper.

The front of the paper was covered with the special symbols created by Emperor Roselle, while the back was inscribed with a passage of ancient Hermetic script.

"Viscount Grynt's ancestors deciphered some of Emperor Roselle's special symbols?" Hugh suddenly became excited.

Many people are very interested in the special symbols left by Emperor Roselle, believing that these symbols must contain many unknown secrets.

Hugh and Fors were no exception; they were also interested in these special symbols, but they couldn't understand their meaning.

Now that he knows the possible meanings of some of the symbols, Hugh is naturally very excited.

She struggled to decipher the ancient Hermetic script, silently reciting in her mind:

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era;"

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;"

"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

Chapter 118 Klein: The Advantage Lies With Me

"Oops!"

Hugh, who had just subconsciously finished reciting that passage of ancient Hermes, froze for a few seconds, then his back snapped back up and he sat bolt upright.

This might very well be the name of some hidden being! She realized this with horror.

Her knowledge of the occult and the various rumors she had heard all told her:

Once you recite the full name of a hidden being, it often means that you have attracted their attention!

The consequences of such stares are unlikely to be pleasant, and may even be disastrous!

Many of those hidden beings are incarnations of evil gods and demons!

And I was reciting it in unprotected ancient Hermes... How foolish of me, why did I bother to discern and recite it so earnestly... Xiu looked around in fear, terrified that an indescribable monster would suddenly appear in the quiet house.

The sofa, coffee table, cabinets, dining table, chairs, oil paintings, and other items came into view one by one, without any changes.

After remaining vigilant for several seconds, Hugh relaxed slightly and reassured himself:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I only recited the name of the Venerable One and did not follow up with any prayer or incantation."

"This is an incomplete ritual and shouldn't attract attention."

"Moreover, there is a considerable possibility that the name was translated by the owner of the paper based on the special symbols of Emperor Roselle, and it may not be accurate."

"But, but I heard that if evil gods or demons become interested, they will respond even if the ritual is incomplete... I'm so stupid, so stupid..."

As he thought about it, Hugh's face fell again, and he felt that he had made a serious mistake.

After waiting a few more minutes and seeing no clear response, Hugh puffed out his cheeks and slowly exhaled.

She tucked the papers back into the book, "The History of the Nobles of the Kingdom of Ruen," and entered the bathroom with a slightly heavy heart. She turned on the tap, intending to use the cold water to clear her head.

Wow!

The almost transparent water flowed down, and Xiu bent over, stretched out his palms, and scooped up a little.

Just as she was about to splash cold water on her face, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a head of long, slightly curly brown hair in the bathroom mirror.

She herself has shoulder-length, messy blond hair.

Suddenly, every hair on Xiu's body stood on end.

She pushed off with her feet, braced herself with her hands, and sprang backward, turning her body halfway before delivering a sharp elbow strike.

Snapped!

She leaned against a warm body, causing the other person to let out a familiar scream and fall to the ground.

Hugh stopped what he was doing and looked at his friend, who was clutching his stomach and rolling around on the ground in pain, tears welling up in his eyes.

Her lips twitched slightly as she said:

"Fors, when did you get back?"

Fors didn't answer immediately. After a moment, she slowly stood up, leaning against the wall, and complained:

"I just got back, Hugh, are you crazy? You didn't even look properly before you attacked! And you hit me so hard!"

"Where did you come in from?" Hugh asked awkwardly.

"It came in through the bathroom window. What's wrong with that? As an 'apprentice,' isn't it normal not to carry a key?" Fors replied matter-of-factly.

Hugh immediately straightened his back and threw the scapegoat back:

"Then why didn't you use the door? You appeared behind me so silently, it was really scary, you know that?!"

Fors blinked and said:

"That would mean going halfway around, which is too much trouble. I'm used to taking a straight line."

She paused, then asked doubtfully, "But Hugh, isn't your reaction a bit too extreme?"

Hugh hesitated for three seconds between losing face and losing his life, then answered honestly:

"Because, because I made a mistake, a fatal mistake."

"What mistake?" Fors asked, rubbing her stomach, looking both bewildered and concerned.

Xiu hurriedly recounted how he had foolishly muttered the name of an unknown person.

After hearing this, Fors immediately recalled the note Arthur had given her a few days ago.

She hurriedly asked:

"Your honorable name? What kind of honorable name is it?"

Hugh quickly led Fors back to the living room, took out the yellowed paper, and showed his friend the special symbols on it and the ancient Hermetic script.

This is… Fors’s pupils contracted.

Exactly the same, exactly the same, what's going on? Could it be that many people in the Extraordinary World know this name... or is it that Viscount Grelint and Arthur actually come from the same organization, and they want to drag me and Hugh into it too...? Fors looked at the yellowed paper in front of her, her mind a jumble of thoughts, all sorts of ideas popping up.

When Arthur came to Fors to trade the formula before, he had slipped a note with this honorific name written on it into the formula, and told her that if she felt she couldn't withstand the full moon curse, she could try to recite it.

During the full moon curse a few days earlier, Fors, in extreme pain, did indeed consider reciting this name to try and save his life and escape the suffering caused by the full moon curse.

In the end, however, she managed to barely survive this full moon curse.

However, Fors did not throw away the note Arthur gave her; instead, she memorized that honored name even more firmly.

Because she knew very well that the full moon curse would become more and more severe over time.

Even if she manages to pull through this time, there will eventually come a day when she can't make it through.

Perhaps next time, or the time after that, as long as the problem of the full moon curse is not resolved, her fate will eventually spiral out of control due to the curse.

Fors didn't want to lose control and become a monster. Even if she were to die, she wanted to die as a human being, not as a twisted and deformed monster.

Therefore, she memorized this honorific title firmly as her last resort when she could no longer withstand the full moon curse.

Given that she still owed money and hadn't repaid her commission, Fors believed that Arthur wouldn't intentionally try to kill her.

After all, she owed a full two hundred gold pounds, which was no small sum.

Therefore, Fors knew that this honorific title might be helpful to him, or at least that's what Arthur thought.

"Fors, have you seen this name somewhere before?" Hugh noticed Fors's changing expression clearly, which immediately aroused her suspicion.

"Huh? I, I didn't..." Fors came to her senses and hurriedly tried to explain, her words somewhat incoherent.

"Don't even think about lying to me, Fors," Hugh said seriously, staring intently at his friend's expression.

Fors opened her mouth, but ultimately gave in under her friend's intense gaze.

"Okay, I admit I have indeed seen this name before."

"Where is it?" Hugh asked immediately.

“Arthur gave it to me.” Fors only revealed part of the truth, concealing the fact that her Full Moon Curse was becoming increasingly severe.

"Arthur? Could it be that he and Viscount Grelint are members of some mysterious organization, worshipping this being called the Fool? Are they trying to pull me into this organization?" Hugh frowned and speculated.

“Viscount Grelint may not necessarily be a member of this organization.” Fors breathed a sigh of relief after successfully fooling him, and continued to speculate, following Hugh’s lead.

"Why?" Hugh asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Because we found this paper in his family’s bookshelf, and it looks quite old,” Fors replied, sitting down on the sofa.