Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 391 Conversation

Before he could finish speaking, the expressions of Long Ze'er and the others had already turned serious.

"You mean we're going to be trapped in this damn world of books for the rest of our lives?"

Mobert corrected, "No, not for a lifetime, but for endless time. Have you forgotten that time has been frozen within us?"

"Shut up!" Shatas shouted, somewhat irritably.

Mobert shrugged and shut his mouth.

The scene fell silent for a few seconds before Klein spoke up, "Perhaps we should discuss this elsewhere. There must be a solution among the 22 extraordinary paths. This door shouldn't disappear anytime soon."

As he spoke, he took out a gold coin, threw it into the air, and performed a simple divination.

Seeing him toss the gold coins, Mobert asked curiously, "You can tell fortunes? What was the result?"

"This door won't disappear until someone passes through it."

After receiving a reply, Mobert immediately suggested, "Let's go to the camp to talk; it's too cold outside."

The others glanced at the large double doors covered in snow, then nodded.

Inside the spacious cave illuminated by the fire, everyone sat together, but they were clearly divided into two groups.

Wearing an exaggeratedly asymmetrical style of clothing, Mobert rose and performed a somewhat archaic bow to the crowd. He then introduced himself and his companions to Sirion and the others with a smile: "My name is Mobert, Mobert Zoroaster. I used to be a nobleman of the Solomon Empire, and now..."

"The story of defeating the evil dragon is over; I'm probably just a pathetic creature trapped in the book."

Despite saying this, his expression didn't show much sadness; he seemed quite satisfied with life in the world of the book.

Cyril looked at him with some curiosity. Apart from his asymmetrical and uncoordinated attire, which made him look uncomfortable no matter how you looked at it, his appearance was not bad.

He had a handsome face, with flaxen hair, dark brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips, and every move he made exuded an air of arrogance.

But after talking to him, Cyril found that he wasn't proud at all; perhaps the world in the book had smoothed out his rough edges.

...Among the main characters of Grosser's Travels, he is probably the most likely to leave the world of the book safely. Although Pallas was chased badly by Amon, he is not dead yet.

While he was lost in thought, Mobert introduced the others: "This is the elf Shatas. She is a sharpshooter and has a beautiful singing voice, well... she's just a bit short-tempered."

Snapped!

Shatass slammed her hand on his shoulder, her tone carrying a hint of threat: "You don't have to add that last sentence."

"Hey...okay, okay." Mobert smiled ingratiatingly.

Skilled in archery and singing... Based on her performance in previous battles, she should be the "Ocean Singer" of the "Sailor" pathway, Sequence 5.

Klein silently made his own assessment, and then, following Mobert's introduction, turned his gaze to the next person.

"He is Snowman, an ascetic who believes in the Creator of all things, an all-knowing and all-powerful God. Most of the time he is immersed in his own world of faith, just like he is now. You don't need to worry about him."

The ascetic Snowman, dressed in an extremely simple white robe, gave no response, but simply sat there in a prayerful posture.

His exposed shoulders, arms, calves, and feet were covered with all sorts of old scars.

Mobert shook his head silently, then introduced the next member: "This is Longzel, a true knight."

Beside the campfire, Long Ze'er had taken off his helmet, revealing his noticeably young face.

With flowing black hair, sharp blue eyes, and striking facial features, he possessed a distinctly Rue-like appearance.

He was watching Cyril and Klein intently, seemingly wanting to ask them something, but he didn't rush to speak. Instead, he patiently waited for Mobert to continue his introduction.

Mobert smiled and pointed dramatically to Grosser, the giant who, even seated, was taller than all of them standing, saying, "This is Grosser, the Guardian of Giants."

"Completely different from the ferocious and tyrannical giants in the rumors, he is gentle and friendly, often chuckles, shouts slogans when excited, or just seems a bit silly."

Upon hearing Mobert mention him, Grosser, who was sitting on a rock, scratched the back of his head and then gave the onlookers a somewhat silly smile.

Seeing the giant Grosser's silly grin, Klein couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

Although I know that the content in books can be fabricated, how much of the information I've gathered is actually embellished...?

In comparison, I even think that the vampire history told by "The Moon" Emlyn is fair and just.

While muttering to himself, he exchanged glances with the others beside him, including Sirion.

In the end, it was Edwina who took the initiative to stand up and take on the responsibility of introducing their team members.

"My name is Edwina Edwards, and I am a treasure hunter who chases after treasures. The 'Grossell Travels' is a piece of my collection that I acquired by chance."

"These are Randolph Carter, the best bounty hunter; Gehrman Sparrow, the famous adventurer; and Danitz, the famous sailor."

"We've come together to explore the world within the book."

"Together, explore?" Mobert's eyes suddenly lit up. "You already knew about the existence of the world in the book?"

"Did you come in on your own initiative?"

Beside him, the knight Longzel and the elf Shatas and others also looked over.

Edwina looked at Cyril, and after he nodded in agreement, she said, "Yes, one of my companions is a 'traveler,' who has already been here once."

Mobert suddenly slammed his fist on his thigh in frustration: "I should have known better."

"We should have chosen to help Long Ze'er take the apprenticeship route back then; maybe we could have directly opened the door to the world in the book."

Shatas rolled her eyes at him: "First, you need a complete potion recipe, from 'Apprentice' to 'Traveler'."

"Then we need to be able to find the ingredients for brewing potions in this godforsaken place."

"In the end, we will most likely die of old age the moment we step out the door, except for Long Ze'er."

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Mobert was momentarily embarrassed by the retort, then changed the subject: "Then we can also teleport to other places, normal towns where humans live."

"That way, at least we won't have to stay in this freezing, desolate place all the time, sleeping most of the time."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Sirion and the others, skipping over the topic: "Does any of you know the Zoroaster family, or even know any of their descendants?"

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Edwina nodded slightly, then shook her head.

She knew of the Zoroaster family of the Quaternary period, but was not a descendant of that family.

"After the end of the Quaternary period, the Zoroaster family disappeared without a trace."

She paused, then added, "I know an extraordinary person who uses the 'Thief' pathway. I can ask him about it after I leave."

...Pares shouldn't be considered a descendant of the Zoroaster family; he belongs to the ancestral level.

Thinking this, Cyril shook his head, following behind Danitz and Klein.

Unable to get the answer he wanted, Mobert sighed and said, "If the old man were still alive, he would surely have a way to save us."

"It's only a few hundred or a thousand years; that's not a difficult thing for high-sequence thieves."

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"It doesn't even need to be that complicated. He just needs to steal our fate of dying quickly after leaving the world in the book, and then steal a new fate to attach to us, and we can leave here alive and kicking."

"Heh... there are no 'what ifs,' let's accept reality." The elf Shatas impatiently interrupted Mobert's mutterings.

"Based on your previous guess, after the Solomon Empire was destroyed, your Zoroaster family was likely targeted by Amon and all of them were transformed into his clones."

"Even if they weren't parasitized, they were definitely being hunted down, which is why they completely disappeared in the Fifth Age along with the Jacob family."

"No matter how powerful your great-grandfather was, he was just an angel. Even the great Elf King disappeared into the long passage of time..."

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As she spoke, Xia Tass suddenly lowered her head wearily, making it impossible to discern the emotions flickering in her eyes.

After Mobert and Shatas fell silent, Longzel suddenly looked at Cyril and Klein and asked, "The Runes?"

"Yes."

"Do you know the Edwards of Backlund?"

Klein turned his head to look at Sirion, who was the true native of Backlund.

Meeting Longzel's gaze, Sirion simply replied, "Backlund has many Edwards."

Long Ze'er paused for a moment, then said somewhat hurriedly after thinking hard for a while, "The Edwards live at... the Edwards family at 18 De La Hell Street in the Northwest District."

Cyril shook his head: "The Northwest District no longer exists."

"There is no Northwest District anymore..." Long Ze'er's repeated voice gradually faded.

Noticing the other person's dejection, Sirion added, "If you can provide more detailed information, I can try to do a divination when I get back."

"Although we cannot predict very detailed results, we should be able to understand the general situation."

"It would be easier if you had a suitable medium, but you probably can't take your things out anyway."

"Thank you..." Long Ze'er pursed his lips, then pulled out the dark, straight sword that was stuck beside him and handed it over.

"I've carried this sword with me since before I came here; it should be able to serve as a medium for divination."

"Moreover, its material is of good quality, so even after hundreds of years, it should not decay to the point of disappearing."

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Cyril nodded and took the straight sword from Longzel.

He swung the sword a few times out of curiosity and found it to be quite heavy. He found it difficult to wield it as easily and effortlessly as Long Ze'er for an extended period of time.

"The Traveler" is really fragile...

He sighed inwardly, plunged his straight sword into the ground, and then asked, "What are your plans now?"

For a moment, everyone fell silent, even Grosser, who had been all smiles, seemed somewhat dejected.

Even though the story in the book has ended, their predicament doesn't seem to have improved at all.

After a moment of silence, Mobert spoke first: "You should be able to send us to other parts of the world in the book, right?"

"Or is it that the so-called world in the book only truly exists in the area around us?"

Xireen pondered for a moment and nodded: "It should be possible. I did some observation when I was wandering the spirit world before. Any place that appears in the book should actually exist."

"Then there's no problem." Mobert breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Just take us to the town we've been to before. Life there is actually quite cozy, although it's a bit repetitive, it's ordinary and enjoyable."

"And now that Yurisian has achieved his goal of defeating the King of the North, he won't forget his purpose like before. Living a little dazed and confused isn't so bad; at least he's alive, and he can keep living."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Um... Yurian has been defeated, the story is over. This place won't collapse after you leave, will it?"

After another moment of silence, the elf Shatas spoke up: "Anyway, I've lived for over a thousand years, so it wouldn't be a loss if I died now."

"Or perhaps we could simply leave through that door as well. Maybe time on our bodies would just begin to flow normally again, instead of hundreds or thousands of years passing in an instant."

She paused, then looked at Cyril and suggested, "Why don't you take Longzel's sword out and try it out first?"

"Okay." Sirien nodded slightly.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he stood up, holding a sword in one hand and pushing forward with his other palm.

Tiny, dazzling starlight appeared out of nowhere, weaving together in front of him for a while before outlining a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns.

Cyril took a step forward, his figure passing through the illusory gate as easily as if passing through a curtain of water.

The remaining people sitting around the fire looked at each other.

After a moment of silence, Mobert suddenly said, "I even think his 'door-opening' technique is more impressive than some of the Abrahamic demigods I've ever seen."

"Although I don't know much about travelers," I do know that their teleportation and teleportation are accomplished through the spirit world, and that this spirit world is completely isolated from the real spirit world.

"Why?" Long Ze'er asked briefly.

Mobert raised his chin, seemingly regaining some of his former aristocratic demeanor: "If this place weren't completely isolated from the outside world, my great-grandfather would definitely have found me."

"He is one of the three most outstanding codebreakers in the world," and few things can be hidden from him. In his words, "Time will tell."

"In addition, Shatas was once a handmaid of the Elf Queen, and Snowman has never stopped praying to the Creator of all things."

"The fact that these great beings did not discover this place during the time when they were still active is enough to illustrate the secrecy of the world in this book."