Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 392 Making Talismans

In the captain's cabin of the "Golden Dream," Cyril emerged from the double illusory doors, carrying a dark, straight sword.

He looked around, the ancient silver coin in his hand flicking out and then retracting.

"The time in the book's world is completely synchronized with the outside world..."

As he whispered, his spirit was stirred, and he saw the straight sword of Longzel in his hand decaying at an incredible speed.

The dark blade lost its luster in the blink of an eye, the once sharp and polished edge became dull, and then mottled rust red appeared.

He flicked his finger across the blade, producing a dull sound.

"The craftsmanship from over a hundred years ago was indeed not very good."

He muttered something, turned around, and placed his hand on the cover of Grosser's Travels.

In the world of the book, in the camp inside the cave, everyone remained seated in the same positions as before.

Mobert was recounting some Fourth Epoch history to Klein and the others: "In my time, the Tudors, the Tronsosts, and our Soloisd family were all great nobles of the Solomon Empire, loyal to the Black Emperor."

"At that time, the Church of the Night, the Church of War, and the Aigus family of the Southern Continent were mortal enemies. The Lord of Storms, the Eternal Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom were all fighting against each other... They all hoped to gain the support of the Solomon Empire."

He paused for two seconds, then his expression suddenly turned solemn: "At that time, the gods roamed the earth, not the stars."

Klein and Edwina remained silent, their brows furrowed, seemingly lost in thought.

Danitz, sitting to one side, looked somewhat frightened and bewildered, as if he had an instinctive fear of such blasphemous words.

He shifted his posture somewhat uneasily, seemingly trying to avoid the content, but seeing the captain listening intently and Gehrman Sparrow looking thoughtful, he had no choice but to restrain himself and keep searching for a more comfortable position.

Just then, countless tiny, dazzling starlight surged out from the void, attracting everyone's attention.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Cyril stepped out of the illusory gate outlined by starlight.

He held a rusty iron sword with a missing hilt in his hand and casually stuck it into the ground in front of Long Ze'er.

"Your sword should still be usable after being re-sharpened."

An unsharpened Vulnerability Blade might have a more unexpected effect.

After a moment of silence, Mobert suddenly exclaimed, "I feel like I can already see myself leaving the world in the book."

"Thank goodness you stopped us then, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have been able to hold back..."

He paused, then skipped the topic altogether: "Let's go to town, find a nice tavern, and have a good drink."

"Although I cannot leave the world of the book, defeating the King of the North, Julian, is something to celebrate in itself."

"The story has ended, and it's time for us main characters to retire."

"How is it?"

Grosser picked up a cup that was even more extravagant than a wooden barrel, gulped down some melted snow water, and laughed, "That's right, but we need to find a tavern that's spacious enough."

"This is necessary."

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In the captain's cabin of the "Golden Dream," a pair of large, snow-covered doors appeared out of thin air, followed by Cyril...

Edwina and the others came out from behind the door one after another.

Danitz walked unsteadily, reeking of alcohol, and muttered under his breath, "Incredible..."

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"I actually met the legendary giants, as well as ancient elves and nobles from the Solomon Empire of the Fourth Age... and I even became friends with them."

"Hehe...I could brag about this for a year, no, for the next ten years or more..."

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As he was speaking, he suddenly collapsed onto the floor with a thud, followed by the sound of even snoring in the captain's cabin.

Cyril glanced at the warrior who dared to challenge a giant to a drinking contest, silently shook his head, and then looked at Edwina: "This trip was quite fruitful. Although the adventure was short, I've used up a significant amount of my 'Traveler's' potion."

After a brief pause, he continued, "I should continue my journey now. If you wish to visit Grosser and the others in the world of the book, you can contact me through the messenger."

"I will finish drawing part of Grosser's adventure picture book as soon as possible. When that happens, could you please help me contact a suitable publisher?"

"As for their copyright fees, I plan to exchange them for some external supplies or funding to find Mobert's great-grandfather."

"No problem." Edwina nodded seriously, then paused, and asked with some curiosity, "Do you think Mobert's great-grandfather is still alive?"

Cyril nodded slightly: "He's definitely still alive, because Amon is still searching for Him."

"I know the whereabouts of a high-ranking thief, and I'll try to find out about him later," Klein suddenly interjected.

Edwina frowned slightly, then warned, "This is quite dangerous."

Klein nodded and said calmly, "I won't go myself."

Edwina nodded slightly and didn't continue the topic.

The three then exchanged words for a while, and towards the end of their conversation, Klein suddenly asked, "Do you know the whereabouts of 'General Disease'?"

Edwina shook her head: "No pirate general would easily reveal their location, as this could make them vulnerable to attacks from other pirates and the authorities."

"But if it's a case of illness," perhaps there's a workaround.

Klein didn't press further, quietly waiting for Edwina to continue her story.

After thinking for a moment, Edwina continued, "Recently, we've received intelligence from the Roseside Islands that someone is looking for Elaine the Red."

"There's information that those searching for Red-Haired Elaine are Lieutenant General Disease's men; perhaps you could start your investigation from that angle."

"It's not easy to find someone deliberately hiding themselves at sea. The best way is to get help from the locals, which shouldn't be too difficult for you."

"I understand, thank you for the information." Klein nodded earnestly and thanked him, then left the captain's cabin with Sirion.

At the port of Glagus, in front of a shipping company selling tickets, Cyril looked at Klein, who was standing still, and a thought flashed through his mind before he asked, "Do you need me to take you back to the Rothschild Islands?"

"It's necessary." Klein, maintaining his Gehrman Sparrow persona, nodded indifferently.

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There's a reason why Danitz hates you so much.

He mentally grumbled a curse, then put his arm around Klein's shoulder and disappeared down the street in an instant, unnoticed by passersby.

In the familiar house at No. 14 Fragrant Tree Avenue in Bayam, the "City of Generosity," the figures of Cyril and Klein quickly came into view.

After dropping Klein off, he turned to leave, but then stopped abruptly, turned back, and asked curiously, "What do you want with 'General Disease'?"

Klein didn't hide anything and said, "She has a batch of documents related to Death, and I plan to send them to Mr. Azik once I find them."

"The Death God's Documents?" Sirion's face showed a surprised expression: "That Mr. Azik should have already recalled many memories from the Byron Empire, so why would he need the Death God's Documents?"

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Klein shook his head: "I don't know, but besides regaining memories, perhaps we can also discover something related to Death..."

"And now that we know about the Death Papers, we'll do nothing."

Cyril nodded, asking no further questions, and instead said, "Need any help? I have a way to create some 'Flash' and 'Teleport' runes."

"The price might be a bit expensive."

"How much?" Klein hesitated. For someone like Sirion, who was never short of money, to say that the price was a bit expensive, it must be very expensive for him.

Having mastered the "Scepter of the Sea God" and the ability to create storm domain spells, he had some guesses.

The material corresponding to the storm field is white tin, which is quite common and not valuable. I wonder if the materials needed to make talismans through the "apprentice" route are real gold or silver?

As his thoughts drifted, Cyril's calm voice rang out from the side: "I haven't decided on a price yet. I'll decide based on the cost after I've finished making the talismans."

"The material corresponding to the 'apprentice' path is gemstones, and the best medium for making talismans is naturally gemstones."

Klein's eyes widened slightly, and he inwardly sighed at his poverty:

In other words, you "apprentices" have to consume a gem for every talisman you make? And in most cases, these gems cannot be reused?

This is the most suitable way for Miss "Justice", isn't it?

After a moment of internal monologue, half complaining and half sighing, he said very sincerely, "Don't sell it to me if it's over 100 pounds."

Cyril nodded, unconcerned.

"No problem, I can sell it to Miss 'Justice' at next week's tarot reading."

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Klein fell silent for a moment.

Should I also sell some "Storm" talismans?

Although they are not as valuable as the "Flash" and "Teleport" spells that grant escape abilities, I can mass-produce and sell them in bulk, without being limited by materials.

Well, being cheap has its advantages.

While pondering, he had already put the purchase of white tin and the making of talismans on his agenda.

"Perhaps you could retrieve the radio receiver that Miss Magician bought from above the gray fog; you might be surprised by what you find."

After giving a reminder, Sirion took a step back and silently passed through the dark blue gate that had quietly taken shape behind him, disappearing from 14 Fragrant Tree Avenue.

"A telegraph machine...an unexpected bonus?"

Klein hesitated for a moment, then looked around the empty room and decided to change his appearance first, find a hotel to stay in, and then think about the problem.

After enjoying a unique and delicious dinner on the island of Dirynius, near the raging sea, Cyril randomly picked a decent-looking hotel to check in.

After closing the doors and windows, drawing the curtains, and setting up a spiritual wall in the room, he shook out a piece of drawing paper and imagined the ritual depicted on it.

Then he took out the gems, ordinary stones, and stones imbued with the aura of the spirit world that he had collected over the past few days, and placed them in the center of the ritual in order.

He then stepped back, snapped his fingers, and let the essential oils, hydrosols, and herbal powders naturally leap into the candlelight.

The pale yellow flames suddenly flickered, crackling and hissing, filling the room with the scent of sheep's beard grass and red chestnut blossoms. Then, he murmured a prayer in ancient Hermes: "From the unknowable sublimity, the gates above dimensions, the embodiment of art and fantasy..."

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Immediately after the ceremony, he entered the "hotel" in a dimension above.

The quietly burning, brilliant flame seemed to be summoned and spontaneously leaped into his hand. Amidst the flickering flames, specks of illusory stardust fell out, which he guided with his spiritual power and cast into the ever-expanding and contracting illusory star.

In the actual hotel room, a chilling, howling wind suddenly swirled, and the eerie blue flames flickered, scattering glittering stardust.

These stardust fragments seemed to merge with the gems and pebbles placed at the center of the ceremony, as if by their own consciousness.

Click!

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of those ordinary pebbles, and then they quickly weathered away and disappeared in the swirling wind.

The remaining few pebbles, tainted with the aura of the spirit world, turned a deep blue, their outer layer peeling away until only irregular, fingernail-sized pieces remained.

The gemstones were shaped into translucent, dark blue rectangular slices.

call!

The firelight, tinged with a faint blue hue, suddenly expanded, revealing fine, dazzling starlight that transformed the flickering flames into a phantom door covered in strange patterns.

Then, Cyril emerged from behind the "door".

He raised his hand to dispel the imagined ritual, then bent down and picked up the irregular pebbles and translucent flakes lying quietly on the floor, examining them carefully in his hand.

"Although gemstones are the best material for making talismans, some things that have been tainted by the spirit world can be used as substitutes, but the actual effect and duration of effectiveness will be reduced."

"These pebbles I found can only be used to make simple teleportation spells, and they don't last for more than two weeks, but they're enough for temporary use."

He muttered a few words to himself, put away the talisman he had just made, and then reached out and pushed, opening a door to the spirit world.

He plans to go to the spirit world again to collect some materials to try making different talismans.

If all the talismans were made of gemstones, he felt he would probably be poorer than Klein in the future.

Late at night, inside a hotel called Azure Wind in the Bayam Pier district.

While Klein was fast asleep, he suddenly heard a rhythmic tapping sound.

It sounded like someone was knocking on the door politely but urgently, or like a radio receiver placed next to your ear.

He sat up abruptly in bed, his gaze sweeping across the room. He found nothing strange and heard no sound; it seemed as if it had all been a dream.

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