Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 405 Mr. X

Where black flames covered, a phantom portal shimmering with starlight appeared out of thin air, and then Cyrion's figure appeared...

It emerged from behind the "door".

Looking at the black flames surrounding him, he paused for a moment, then his figure vanished instantly.

The next second, he appeared out of thin air next to Triss.

"Sorry, I used your location for teleportation."

He paused, then shifted his gaze from Triss, who was dressed in men's clothing and looked even more alluring than before, before asking, "Your strong reaction suggests you've recently discovered the presence of the Witch Cult?"

Triss, her expression softening, put away the black flames and spider silk around her and nodded slightly, saying, "I'm not sure, but lately I keep seeing a hazy but exceptionally beautiful female figure in my dreams and hearing Xiu's call."

"Sometimes I have a hard time controlling myself, and I forget my own convictions and sincerely want to get closer to Him."

"The Primordial Witch..." Sirion frowned, then relaxed.

This is unavoidable. As the pinnacle of the "Witch" path, the "Primal Witch" can influence everyone along this path from top to bottom.

Gathering his thoughts, he pondered and said, "When you feel it's hard to persevere, you can pray to my Lord, for mystery and secrecy reside within my Lord's domain."

"You can pray for important things multiple times."

He usually only takes time every one or two days to respond to prayers using the characteristics of a "Planetary Master". In such urgent situations, he can only ask believers to pray several times to get his attention.

Fortunately, it is normal for the gods in this world not to respond to prayers. Even the archbishop of the orthodox church, a chosen one, may not receive a response even once in dozens or hundreds of prayers. His behavior will not arouse any suspicion or dissatisfaction.

He even felt that his current response frequency was already in the category of a model worker.

While it may not be as powerful as a certain evil god in its early stages, it is definitely superior to the righteous gods of this world.

"I understand." Triss nodded seriously, then added, "I've almost fully digested the 'Pleasure' potion and am planning to collect materials to advance to 'Pain,' but I'm worried that the Witch Cult might find me through the materials."

After thinking for a moment, Sirion replied, "I'll keep an eye out for you."

He paused, then added, "Or perhaps there will be an opportunity to hunt a high-ranking witch later on; I have a feeling that opportunity isn't too far off."

"Alright, it's time to say goodbye. I wish you continued happiness and ease in your life of freedom."

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken a step back, and his figure quickly faded and disappeared.

"Hunting high-ranking witches..."

"Are you planning to take further action against the Primordial Witch?"

As she whispered, Triss raised her hand to brush away the black hair that had slipped down to her eyes, revealing most of her forehead and bright eyes.

The combination of her ill-fitting and inappropriate menswear and her lingering melancholy gave her a charm that transcended gender than ever before.

Boom boom boom!

A knock suddenly sounded at the door. Triss frowned and turned around. After a moment of silence, she raised her hand, and the old door creaked open automatically.

"Miss Triss...."

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The young man standing at the door, about to speak, froze, his cheeks gradually turning red. After a few seconds, he came to his senses and looked away in a fluster.

"I'm sorry, Miss Triss, I... I've raised enough money to buy the recipe you mentioned."

"But you don't even know what the recipe I'm talking about is."

"I...

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On the second floor of a newly opened Sunia Sea specialty restaurant on Wildy Street in the South District of the Bridge.

Cyril raised his hand and tapped the table twice, then dragged over a chair and sat down.

Opposite him, Tobias, dressed in an elegant black tuxedo and a top hat, put down his wine glass, took off his hat, and placed it on his chest, giving a very standard gentlemanly bow.

Silently, Xi Ruien raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. This was the first time he had ever experienced the meaning of the word "eye-searing" so directly.

The other person's muscular physique, tanned skin, and the scars extending from below the collar to the neck all clashed with the exquisite and well-fitting formal attire.

It's as if a gentleman's tuxedo has been worn by a bodyguard.

But the natural, superior demeanor he exuded was something a bodyguard could never possess; he was more like a mafia boss trying to appear gentle and refined.

After a two-second silence, he couldn't help but ask, "Who gave you this outfit advice?"

Tobias unconsciously flexed his wrist: "Is there a problem?"

"This is what your friend Owen told me about. It's the most fashionable gentleman's attire in Rune right now, and this suit is even designed by a master."

Was the master who sold you the clothes threatened by you with the flaming spear? Otherwise, why would he do something so self-destructive?

He mentally scoffed and shook his head slightly: "Owen is right, but perhaps you are more suited to roles like soldier, general, or pirate captain than gentleman."

Tobias shook his head slightly: "But this is Loen, a land of gentlemen."

"Even a general who has fought on the battlefield will become a gentleman after returning here."

But you're not from Ruen...

After making a sarcastic remark, Sirion changed the subject and said, "Let's talk about the detailed information you know about Louis Wayne."

Tobias calmly poured himself a glass of wine, pushed it towards Cyril, and then said, "Just a Sequence 5 traveler. Even if he's fast and has the gaze of a 'True Creator' on him, I can still easily deal with him."

"You shouldn't even be interested in the compensation offered by the Abrahamic family for this matter, so what's the reason?"

Cyril then delivered his pre-prepared explanation: "Only by killing him as an 'apprentice' can we maximize the attention from 'Butis'."

"When he betrayed the Abraham family in alliance with the Aurora Society, he stole a level 0 sealed artifact, which the Abraham family called the 'Box of the Ancients,' named after a 'Planets Walker' who died after the starry sky was corrupted."

"The 'Box of the Past' contains something terrifying, containing pollution from the stars."

Tobias narrowed his eyes: "It's said that those extraordinary individuals who utilize the 'Gate' pathway are highly skilled in sealing."

Cyril shrugged slightly and did not answer, after all, he did not know what was hidden in the "Old Box".

Tobias chuckled, continuing nonchalantly, "At first I thought that person was making me investigate the Mystic Saint to help you advance your career, but it turns out it was for the Box of the Ancients."

"It seems there's something extraordinary hidden inside; even the Abrahamic family doesn't know about it?"

"However, Louis Wayne is easy to kill, but the 'Mysterious Saint' is not so easy to kill. The 'True Creator' pays completely different attention to a saint and a divine messenger."

"Even a simple investigation can easily arouse the other party's suspicion. Your approach is not only highly insightful, but also adept at interference and tracking, and you can move very quickly."

Cyril raised an eyebrow: "It sounds like you were slipped through the fingers of some 'traveler' or 'mystic'?"

Tobias gulped down a mouthful of wine before replying, "A demigod from the Tamara family."

"He ran away after I beat him up, but a few days later he became a very useful magical item in the Pale Calamity."

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"I don't know which faction has ended up with that magical item now. Perhaps you will have another chance to encounter it in the future."

"I can tell you were really outmaneuvered back then..." he muttered to himself, then steered the conversation back on track: "Getting back to the previous topic, what was your original plan for hunting Louis Wayne?"

Tobias smiled and said, "Tonight, there will be a gathering of wild extraordinary beings in the East District."

"The organizer of that gathering happened to be Mr. X from the Aurora Club."

In the East District, on Wutong Avenue, on the second floor of an underground casino, in a dimly lit room illuminated by a few scattered candles.

Pfft!

The dim candlelight suddenly surged, shooting up two or three meters high.

Immediately afterwards, a figure wearing a white hooded robe leaped out of the flames and disappeared the moment he landed.

The eerie figure appeared and disappeared in less than a second, so fast that the people at the party didn't even have time to react.

The room, which had been proceeding smoothly with the transaction, suddenly fell silent. The silence was so profound that everyone could hear the rapid, suppressed breathing around them.

At the very front of the row of chairs, Mr. X, who was hosting the gathering, stood up. His gaze swept over the room with a somber expression before he said in a deep voice, "Today's gathering is adjourned. The date for the next gathering will be announced later..."

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None of the people at the party objected; they quietly accepted Mr. X's arrangements and left in batches.

Most of them were low-sequence extraordinary individuals who lived cautiously in Backlund. Although the strange scene just now did not pose any danger, it still made them uneasy.

Among the crowd, Hugh, dressed in a white robe and wearing a mask, disguised himself as a man over 1.6 meters tall, frowned slightly as he looked at the spot where the figure had just disappeared.

The ability of that person to suddenly appear and then disappear reminded her of her friend Fors.

I remember Fors telling me not long ago that there was another extraordinary person in the circus where she worked part-time, who could leap out of flames, turn sound into bullets, and turn paper into sharp objects.

Is it through the same means, or is it the same person?

As her thoughts drifted, a servant dressed in a white robe, whose face was obscured, came before her and led her out of the room.

After wandering through a long, dark corridor, she arrived at a deathly quiet alley.

Hugh skillfully navigated the alleyways for a while, then came to a wooden door that let in a faint light, and pushed it open to enter the bar.

"A glass of South Wales beer."

"5 pence."

After paying and receiving a glass of beverage, a third of which was bubbly, from the bartender, she couldn't help but frown and mutter, "Are you new here?"

The bartender, who was wiping the glasses, stopped and said innocently, "I'm not new, but the stingy boss here is."

"That stingy old man's rule is that a glass of drink must be one-third ice, one-third bubbles, and only the remaining one-third can be the drink itself. If there's any excess, it will be deducted from my salary."

As he spoke, he pointed to the empty tables and chairs not far away: "Haven't you noticed how unusually quiet the bar is today? The usual customers have all run off to the bar across the street because they can't stand the new and old owners' stinginess."

Hugh paused for half a second, then pointed to two people sitting on the other side of the bar with their backs to her. The glasses next to them were overflowing with drinks.

"And what about them?"

The bartender looked in the direction she was pointing, then shrank back and said hesitantly, "This is what I paid for them."

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After a half-second silence, Hugh ended the conversation, took his glass, which was only a third full, and walked to an empty table to sit down.

She didn't dare turn her back to the two people at the bar, but she also didn't dare to secretly look at them.

The sheriff's intuition told him that neither of them were ordinary people.

Although she couldn't sense any evil, chaos, or madness in them, the subtle pressure, like standing in front of a volcano about to erupt, was more terrifying than any evil person she had ever encountered.

They are at least mid-sequence extraordinary beings, and may even be close to demigods.

As her thoughts drifted, she subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bar, her pupils suddenly contracting.

The two people who were just at the bar disappeared without a sound. She suddenly remembered the strange white-robed figure that had flashed by at the party hosted by Mr. X.

Thinking of this, she could no longer hold back and immediately got up and left the bar.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit room where there were no more party participants, only Mr. X and two waiters, the flickering firelight expanded once more.

Cyril leaped out of the flames, his hands clenched into fists, an indescribable, almost tangible, aura of authority emanating from him.

His figure became exceptionally tall at that moment, like a majestic and unyielding giant.

Sensing something amiss in the room, Mr. X, who was about to teleport away, suddenly stopped. A great fear inexplicably arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to lower his head, to crawl, to listen to every word the other party said, and to follow every command.

"Seal off!" A majestic ancient Hermesian voice rang out.

At the same time, a layer of extremely viscous, transparent liquid seeped out of nowhere from the floor, walls, and ceiling of the room, as if forming a giant amber, completely isolating the inside and outside of the room.

The next second, the surrounding shadows suddenly came to life, surging up like a flood and tightly binding Cyrien.

At the same time, one of the two waiters in white robes drew a pistol, while the other disappeared into the surging shadows.

boom! boom! boom!

Amid the gunfire, Sirion's figure vanished abruptly, only to reappear in various corners of the dimly lit room the next second.

In each of his eyes, a phantom book slowly turning its pages appears.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."