Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 407 Sending Money

Hugh felt that the guess that flashed through his mind was a bit unreliable... Have terrorists who carry out attacks now learned not to harm innocent people?

It's also possible that the other party was just retaliating against Mr. X and didn't want to cause a large-scale massacre, so they deliberately created panic to make us, the participants in the party, leave early.

It's also possible that the other party felt there were too many extraordinary people at the party, making it prone to unforeseen events...

As her thoughts drifted, she heard the whistling of the wind overhead, and dark clouds began to gather in the sky above the crimson moon.

Boom!

A streak of silver lightning flashed across the night sky, and large raindrops poured down.

Xiu quickly ran to the eaves of a nearby house to take shelter from the sudden downpour, stood on tiptoe to look at the gradually dying red flames on the next street, and then left without looking back.

On the second floor of a bar not far from the building where the explosion occurred, on Wutong Avenue, Tobias, dressed in a black tuxedo and wearing a top hat, calmly gazed at his masterpiece.

As the torrential rain subsided and the fire lessened, he removed his top hat, pressed it to his chest, and bowed slightly towards a point in the night-covered sky.

As he stood up, a pebble the size of a fingernail shattered between his fingers.

A flash of eerie blue light appeared, and then his figure disappeared in front of the half-open glass window.

Amidst the howling winds and swirling air, a middle-aged man with an imposing presence rapidly approached.

He wore a dark blue priest's robe, was well-built, and had thick, round, short, upright dark blue hair that was almost pure black. His eyes seemed to hold the brewing of lightning and storm.

As he approached the sycamore-lined avenue, he frowned and turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the spot where Tobias had just been standing.

After gazing at it for a moment, he looked away and then looked at the house that had been almost completely destroyed by the explosion and flames.

South of the bridge, 32 Wildy Street.

pat!

The doorknob of the living room front door turned on its own and then creaked open.

As if veiled by a layer of illusory water curtain, Cyril stepped out.

His gaze swept over the rocking chair in front of the fireplace in the dining room, and he smiled and nodded, saying, "Good evening, you two."

In front of the fireplace, where the burning wood crackled intermittently, Cyril, Owen, Lawrence, Tobias, and a few others sat around a round table laden with expensive drinks and lavish food.

Owen stared unblinkingly at Sir Ryan: "So, you personally went and killed that damned traitor Louis Wayne, that Mr. X of the Aurora Society—no, hunted him down?"

Cyril nodded slightly: "Do we need to see his head? But it's been a while; it's probably all been eaten by now."

"You ate it all? You threw his body into the sea to feed the fish?" Owen was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, this kind of thing can be confirmed by divination."

He paused, then added, "Professor Lawrence has offered a bounty for the hunt for Louis Wayne."

"That's a property in Constance, the capital of Seashire County. Hey, you own property now. The transfer paperwork should be completed in the next couple of days. Or, would you prefer to convert the property into cash?"

"Furthermore, Verdu wants to purchase Louis Wayne's 'Traveler' trait; he seems to be considering further promotion."

Cyril shook his head slightly: "I have already obtained my share of the spoils. The bounty you provided should go to Tobias; it is his due reward."

"As for that 'traveler' quality, I cannot sell it to you for now, because Louis Wayne's soul has been grazing on a writhing hunger."

As he spoke, he took out the iron cigarette case containing the gold ring on Louis Wayne's body and threw it at Tobias.

"Land of loot: a ring crafted using the traits of the 'Rose Bishop,' with the negative effect of causing loss of sanity."

Tobias took the cigarette box and disdainfully tossed it to Lawrence: "The most important thing for a 'schemer' is his brain. You're giving me a magical item that will make me lose my brain?"

"You guys can recycle this junk, or sell it at the party later."

Cyril shrugged. "There's also a pendant that can 'open doors,' and an extraordinary trait of 'hermit.' Do you need it?"

Tobias shook his head: "Why would I need something that's below the level of a demigod and so uninteresting?"

After saying that, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and gulped down a large mouthful of Sunia blood wine.

Irving raised his glass and shouted, "Cheers to getting rid of a traitor!"

Cyril raised his glass and then said, "I possess the ability to be a faceless being. You can find me when you need me."

Owen's eyes lit up. The Thousand-Faced Hunter needed for the "Faceless Man" potion was a type of dragon that had become rare in the Fifth Age, and even the Abraham family had no clue about it.

Bayam, the Fragrant Leaf Bar.

Klein sat in a secluded spot, drinking a cheap drink and eating the most ordinary lemongrass-grilled fish.

"I could have enjoyed even better drinks and more unique food..."

"Did that guy, Sirion, calculate how much savings I have and how much cash I can withdraw before quoting that price?"

After replacing the herding psychiatrist in "The Hunger of the Crawling" with "The Traveler" and selling the trait to "Miss Justice," my savings just exceeded £8000.

"Unfortunately, the £8000 only stayed in my hands for less than a minute."

Thinking that he now only had a single-digit amount of savings left, he sighed silently.

I desperately need a pirate to bring me money, otherwise in a few days I won't even have enough money to stay in a hotel.

As his thoughts drifted, he was suddenly struck by inspiration and then saw a somewhat familiar figure step into the bar.

He was a Ruen man dressed as a local, wearing wide-legged trousers and a brown jacket.

His eyebrows were very short, only half the length of a normal person's, his eye sockets were deep-set, his pupils were brown, and his angular features were quite distinct.

It was Misor King, the "Clever Speaker," who had brought him to the "Black Death" when he was disguised as Elaine.

He remembered clearly that the bounty was as high as 5400 pounds.

Even after deducting the fees that need to be paid to the middleman for withdrawals, I can still get at least £4000.

At that moment, Klein felt as if there were two little people, one black and one white, arguing fiercely above his head.

The little white figure said to him, "Don't be impulsive. Putting aside Misor King's own strength, the Punishers of Bayam have been very active recently. Once a battle breaks out between Extraordinary Beings, it will be easy for the authorities to take notice."

The little black figure whispered in his ear, "It's alright, you just herded a traveler, even if you're targeted by 'Sea King' Yann Courtman, you can escape."

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"Misor King is at most a Sequence 6, with a creeping hunger," and given the surprise attack, killing him wouldn't be difficult.

Just as he was beginning to waver, the little white figure above his head quickly advised, "No, you can't take the risk. You should observe first, then make a plan..."

The white figure was kicked away by the black figure.

"Neither you nor the other party were prepared."

"That's 5400 pounds. If you don't seize the opportunity, who knows when you'll meet them again, and your wallet won't be able to keep up."

Klein put down his knife and fork, silently stood up, and watched "The Eloquent" Misor King walk toward the back door of the bar. A glint of electricity flashed in his eyes.

"Mental piercing!"

As if sensing something, Misor King, who had walked to the side of the bar, lunged to the side and fell heavily to the ground.

boom! boom! boom!

Klein seized the opportunity, drew his pistol from his holster, and began firing.

The excruciating pain of the bullet piercing his vest brought Misor King back to his senses. He twisted his hand, and the bullet that was shooting at him suddenly went haywire, ricocheting off the surrounding floor and the ceiling above him.

Klein's gaze sharpened slightly as he pulled the trigger... the ability of the "Lawyer" pathway.

He immediately lowered his pistol, and a flash of silvery lightning appeared in his eyes once again.

"The Whip of Pain!"

"what!"

Misor let out a painful scream, feeling as if electric currents were coursing through his mind, forming barbed whips that relentlessly lashed his soul.

This "taste" is both painful and numb, seemingly originating from deep within the brain, making it irresistible.

Immediately, his knees buckled, and his body, which had just managed to prop itself up, collapsed back to the ground.

Inside the Fragrant Leaf Bar, the few patrons and bartenders behind the bar only then realized what was happening, some screaming, some running towards the door, and some cowering in a corner to watch the show.

Klein expressionlessly pulled a grayish-white, scale-like talisman about half the size of his palm from his pocket.

At the same time, he muttered a phrase in ancient Hermetic: "Dragon's Might!"

The grayish-white talisman, resembling scales, spontaneously combusted and rapidly disintegrated.

This was a talisman he created by praying to himself and then leveraging the extraordinary properties of the "manipulator" above the gray fog.

As the talisman spontaneously combusted, an indescribable and irresistible aura surged forth, instantly engulfing the entire bar.

The bartenders, the bartenders, and Misor, whose knees were still a little weak, all stopped moving at once.

It was as if a terrifying hunter at the top of the food chain had its eyes on them. Fear was growing in everyone's hearts. They either stood frozen in place, trembling, or ran away blindly and irrationally, or their legs went weak and collapsed.

A hint of surprise flashed in Klein's indifferent eyes.

The spells created using the "Manipulator" trait are more powerful than the souls of the "Psychotherapist" herded by "Crawling Hunger".

He didn't dwell on the issue too much. While Misor King was still intimidated by Longwei, he raised his pistol again and pulled the trigger.

boom!boom!

Bullets, some bright yellow, some silvery white, and some pale blue, shot out and pierced Misor King's thighs, back, and shoulders, blooming into flowers of blood.

Recovering from the excruciating pain, Misor King twisted the bullet aimed at him again, then ripped a button from his shirt collar and threw it at Klein.

"bribe!"

Klein, who was about to pull the trigger, paused, feeling a mix of reluctance, regret, and sadness. He subconsciously didn't want to continue attacking Misor King.

He reached up and pinched his thigh, suppressing the emotions welling up inside him, while simultaneously making the "Wriggling Hunger" bracelet on his right hand appear pale and transparent.

Then he reached forward with his right hand and let out a silent shriek from his half-open mouth.

Just as Misor King was about to retaliate, he stopped again, clutching his head in pain.

Warm, bright red blood slowly seeped from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and his covered ears.

Immediately, Klein clenched his right fist and strode forward.

During this process, the pale, transparent gloves on his hands lost their transparency, turning into a deathly white that seemed inhuman.

Ugh!

The air in the bar suddenly swirled, and crystalline snowflakes drifted into the air. Large flakes of frost spread from beneath him, covering the surrounding seats and Misor King's body.

With his mind in a daze and his body stiff and sluggish from the cold, Misor King saw a pale fist growing larger and larger in front of him.

Bang!

His head buzzed, then a dull pain struck, and his thoughts became blurred.

Klein, who had been throwing punches, stopped. Misor King in front of him was covered in frost, like a lifelike ice sculpture, except that his shoulders and face were somewhat damaged.

He glanced around quickly, then placed a hand on the shoulder of Misor King, who was frozen into an ice sculpture, and the "wriggling hunger" on his right hand turned into a star-studded, ghostly blue.

The next second, he and Misor King disappeared into the bar at the same time.

The patrons, bartenders, and waiters, huddled in the corner, exchanged bewildered and fearful glances before fleeing the troubled place.

In the Harvest Church in the southern part of Backlund, near the bridge.

Emlyn, who had been promoted to baron, challenged Father Utravsky to a duel under the pretext of his familiarity with potions.

Father Utravsky shook his head gently: "The Potions Professor's abilities don't need to be mastered through combat. If you feel that your daily work is taking up too much time, you can go to the back lounge to prepare potions."

Emlyn's face fell. He just felt that his strength had increased a lot since becoming a baron, and he wanted to find an opportunity to beat Father Utravsky up to vent his anger.

He still vividly remembers the dark history of being imprisoned in the church's basement and will definitely seek revenge if given the chance.

...As long as the priest doesn't use the "Demon Candle," I, a baron, having already taken a potion to enhance myself, am 80% confident I can defeat him.

At worst, I'll hold back a bit when I beat him up, for the sake of the Mother Goddess—no, for the sake of the Moon.

As his thoughts drifted, his crimson eyes flickered, and he said, "Although my greatest improvement since becoming a baron has been in my abilities and knowledge related to potions, I've also made considerable progress in combat."

"I can prepare potions anytime, but it's not so convenient when it comes to combat."

"Don't worry, even if someone gets injured by accident, I, as a baron, can easily heal them."

"We can go a little later, to the back of the church, so as not to disturb the worshippers of the Mother Goddess during their prayers."

Father Utravsky gave him a complicated look, then slowly nodded: "Okay."

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