Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 384 Meeting in a Dream

"The other party is an angel in the realm of the mind. No malice can escape His eyes, and there is no need for traps, because He only needs to flap His wings slightly to create a terrifying mental storm."

"You don't need to worry too much about that ancient dragon's malice. If it really had any malice, you would have gone crazy the moment you saw it."

He paused, then added, "As long as there's no danger, Gu Long is actually quite easy to talk to."

"Why?" Audrey asked, somewhat curious.

She remembered that in the legends of Silver City brought by Mr. "Sun," dragons were also synonymous with tyranny and cruelty.

Cyrion leaned back and said in a drawn-out tone, "Because those dragons with bad tempers and vicious personalities didn't survive until now."

"From the Tertiary period to the present, the surviving dragons have been living a life of hiding and running away. The horns that grew during the Second Period have long been worn down, and the ancient dragons are no exception."

Audrey's slightly upturned lips stiffened for a moment; she felt a strong urge to laugh, but also a sense of impropriety.

Mr. Destiny actually tells jokes with this dark humor style. He and Mr. World are really two extremes. How did they become friends?

Suddenly, an image flashed into Audrey's mind: Mr. Fate telling jokes and Mr. World desperately trying to suppress his smile.

She shook her head slightly, shaking off the images that were flashing through her mind, and said seriously, "Mr. Destiny, if you have a way to enter the ocean of the collective unconscious, or the realm of dreams, and can guarantee your safety, I can take you to that ocean of the collective unconscious."

When she said she was guaranteeing safety, she wasn't referring to Cyril's ability to guarantee his own safety, but rather hers.

Perhaps it was the image she had built up over a long period of time that made her feel that even when facing an ancient dragon, "Fate" had the confidence to face it.

Cyril nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'll give you a ritual. Once you're ready, perform the ritual directly in your dream. I have a way to respond and descend into your dream."

"Then use your dream as a springboard to enter the vast ocean of the collective unconscious."

He actually had a simpler method, but he felt that Miss Justice might have some reservations about meeting members of the Tarot Club in real life, so he chose this roundabout approach.

In response to the ritual, descending into the dream world... Audrey's eyes lit up slightly, then she nodded: "No problem, tonight is fine."

"Um, what I mean is, if we don't hurry, that ancient dragon might leave that vast ocean of collective subconsciousness."

"I'm fine." Cyril nodded slightly.

The head of the table, "The Fool" Klein, looked at him with great surprise: "The method that 'Iceberg General' Edwina used to enter Danitz's dream? When did this guy learn it?"

Composing himself, he chuckled softly and said leisurely, "If you encounter any problems, you can recite my name."

Even if there are no problems, it would be best to recite it, because I want to watch the live stream remotely.

Hearing Mr. Fool's words, Audrey's anticipation for the evening's adventure grew even stronger. A smile spread across her face as she gave Mr. Fool, seated at the head of the table, a slight nod in thanks: "Thank you for your patronage and generosity, Mr. Fool."

With Mr. Fool's attention, tonight's adventure will surely go much more smoothly.

With the topic of dragons brought up by Audrey coming to an end, "The Moon" Emlyn couldn't wait any longer and coughed lightly, saying, "Ahem... I've done some serious research on the history of our vampire clan."

He paused here, slightly raising his chin, and looked at "The Sun" Derrick: "There is no Silver City in the history of the vampires. There was only a Silver Kingdom that worshipped the giant queen Omibella before the Cataclysm."

After a while of conversation, the tarot reading session came to an end. Klein, the "Fool" sitting at the head of the table, smiled slightly and said, "See you next week, everyone."

"As you wish."

"Justice" Audrey was the first to stand up, while the others were a step behind and stood up to bow.

Then, streaks of deep red and ethereal light rose up, melting away and disappearing the figures of everyone present.

In the cabin of the "Golden Dream," Cyril, who was lying on the bed as if fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, and then, in a prayer, passed his modified séance ritual to Audrey, the Justice, and Derrick, the Sun.

In Silver City, Derrick, who had just finished his tarot session and was organizing his thoughts, suddenly saw a blur before his eyes, and then he saw a thick, still gray fog swirling around him.

Within the gray fog, a deep red light coalesced into a somewhat illusory scene.

In the video, he saw a detailed process of setting up a ceremony, while the familiar voice of "Fate" was explaining it to him.

Half a minute later, the image that had appeared before their eyes disappeared, and the voice of "The Fool" rang out leisurely: "This ritual is not dangerous."

As the sound faded, the gray fog in Derrick's vision disappeared, and the room, once again illuminated by dim candlelight, returned to its previous state.

He carefully reviewed the ritual steps that Mr. Fool had shown him, then took the Hurricane Axe and the animal skin lantern and went out.

After being informed by the guards, he successfully reached the top of the round tower, to the room where "Chief" Colin Iliad was located.

dong dong!

"Come in."

Behind the dark wooden desk, Colin, the "Chief," dressed in a light linen shirt, with graying hair and deep nasolabial folds, looked at Derrick, who walked straight to the desk, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you need to report to me about?"

Derrick paused to gather his thoughts before saying, "A colleague at the party wanted me to perform a ritual; he wanted to see if he could locate us from the outside."

"What kind of ceremony?"

"There are two. One only requires drawing a simple symbol, which I don't understand. The other is somewhat like a spirit possession ritual, but not quite the same."

Colin frowned, a thoughtful look flashing in his deep, weathered light blue eyes.

After a moment, he spoke again: "Is this his will, or the will of that 'Fool'?"

"Also, do you think he had malicious intent?"

Derrick quickly replied, "Mr. Fool didn't interfere with our transaction, but He did remind me that the ritual Mr. Fate gave me was safe."

"I think he... Mr. Destiny probably doesn't mean any harm. People from the outside world are naturally curious about the Forsaken Land, and Mr. Destiny also has the ability to teleport, so he probably wants to see if he can enter the Forsaken Land."

After a moment of silence, Colin took out several yellowed sheets of scrap paper from under his desk: "Draw that symbol in several parts on different sheets of paper."

"Okay." Derrick nodded slightly, took the paper and pen, and quickly began to draw.

Derrick quickly finished drawing and stopped, while Colin spread out several sheets of paper and mentally combined the images on them.

It was a pattern composed of layered, illusory doors and eyes surrounded by multiple lines.

Colin, his gaze deep and thoughtful, seemed to be pondering or recalling something. After a long while, he finally spoke softly, "There's nothing wrong with the pattern itself, but I've never seen a similar pattern before."

"Judging from the symbols in the pattern, it may point to someone who is good at observation and has mastered the power over space."

"Please describe another ritual in detail."

"Okay." Derrick nodded emphatically.

In the captain's cabin of the "Future", "Admiral" Cattleya stared blankly at the broken planetarium on the table.

After a long silence, she took out a pen and paper and carefully wrote down a passage: "Recently, someone has been consciously collecting the Emperor's diaries."

She wrote nothing more and revealed no information because the matter clearly involved a great being.

She put down her pen, took out an exquisite harmonica made of gold that she always carried with her, put it to her lips, and blew on it.

After two seconds of silence, the letter she had placed on the table mysteriously disappeared.

Even without her glasses and with all her might, she couldn't detect any trace of the messenger.

In the castle of the House of Hall in East Chestershire.

After finishing her dinner, Audrey told her servants not to disturb her and went straight back to her bedroom.

Because the upcoming adventure takes place in a dream, and involves venturing into the nearby ocean of the collective unconscious, she didn't have Susie guard the door. Instead, she left her inside the room so that Susie could observe her and wake her up in time.

Standing in front of the vanity mirror, she took a deep breath, calmed herself, and quietly gazed at her reflection.

The dim, yellowish light of the chandelier reflected in her emerald eyes, and everything around her gradually quieted down...

After giving herself a mental suggestion, she lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep through meditation.

After a moment of confusion, she quickly regained her senses.

Looking around at the environment that was exactly the same as her own castle, she had a thought, and the surrounding scene quickly blurred, then became clear again.

The once somewhat gloomy luxury castle has been silently transformed into a seaside holiday villa.

"That solves the problem."

She sighed softly, then materialized the ritual materials in her dream and quickly made the arrangements according to the procedure previously given by "Fate".

She then took a step back, opened her mouth, and then fell silent.

After much thought and struggle, she changed the incantation she was about to recite: "A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune..."

'

After repeating it twice, a thick gray fog suddenly filled her vision, and she saw a mysterious and majestic figure high above the endless gray fog.

The scene before my eyes appeared for only a very brief moment before disappearing without a trace of gray mist.

But Audrey knew that Mr. Fool was already watching her from within the Kingdom of God.

This wasn't a lack of trust in "Fate," but rather a necessary precaution and caution... After muttering this to herself, she continued the ritual, chanting in ancient Hermes: "From the unknowable sublimity, the gate above dimensions, the embodiment of art and fantasy..."

'

"I pray for the power of truth, I pray for the favor of illusion, I pray for the spirit of Randolph Carter to descend upon this place."

Ugh!

As the incantation echoed, the surroundings suddenly turned cold and gloomy. The brass holy dagger, the salt dish, the hydrosol bottle, the paper and the pen all floated up and drifted in mid-air.

The three candles at the very center of the ceremony flickered with a bluish hue, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, their interplay of light outlining a layered, illusory door.

In the "inn" above the dimension, an ever-expanding illusory "star" appears before Sirien.

Amidst the rippling waves, he heard Miss "Justice's" voice, her emotions fluctuating: "...I pray for dimensional power, I pray for the favor of illusion..."

'

Cyril immediately extended his spirituality, touching the illusory "star," and at the same time threw out the quietly burning, brilliant flame in his hand.

Guided by spirituality, the flame, as if condensed from starlight, instantly expanded, stretching out a dazzling doorway shimmering with starlight in the void.

"As expected, dreams are also a type of alternate dimension, and thus fall under the purview of the 'Dimensional Lord.'"

As he whispered, he saw a beautiful, elegant noblewoman with blonde hair and blue eyes, whose beauty was extraordinary and whose temperament was pure and refined, behind what seemed like a "door" through a curtain of water.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her long hair was lustrous like gold, and her emerald green eyes were like the purest gemstones.

She wore a layered, intricate yet not bulky olive green dress, sparkling earrings, and a black and gold armband on her right hand, exuding an air of authority.

In terms of appearance and temperament, she was in no way inferior to the "witches" that Cyril had seen before, except that one was more seductive and the other was pure and innocent.

Cyril's gaze lingered for a moment. Although it wasn't the first time he had seen her, he was still amazed by Miss Justice's beauty.

The "Goddess of Beauty" route would also be suitable for "Miss Justice"...

With a sigh, he turned his gaze to the black and gold armband on Audrey's right hand. It was a magical item he had traded to her, crafted from the "Punishment Knight" attribute.

In addition, he noticed the slightly swirling grayish-white mist around Miss Justice and sensed a faint gaze emanating from it.

This means that "The Fool" Klein is watching the dream above the gray fog, watching her.

"Very cautious."

He casually remarked, then stepped out and entered through that dazzling, star-studded door.

Everything around him seemed to be upside down for a moment, and then he entered Miss Justice's dream.

After curiously glancing around, he bowed to the blonde, blue-eyed "Justice" lady before him: "Good evening, Miss Justice. Although I had expected it, seeing you still took my breath away. You are like a dazzling gem."

Audrey smiled slightly and politely replied, "Good evening, Mr. Destiny."

"Seeing you surprised me too. Although I guessed you were young, you're even younger than I imagined, like..."

"Like a student who just graduated from Backlund University?" Sirion replied with a smile.