Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 408 The Dice of Probability

In the evening, after no more "Mother Earth" believers came to the church to pray, Emlin urged Father Utravsky to leave for a short while.

Two or three minutes later, Father Utravsky returned to the hall with a calm expression, sat down in front of the emblem of life, and prayed silently with his head bowed.

Half a minute later, Emlyn limped out of the lounge, bruises still visible on his cheeks, his right hand trembling slightly.

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How is that possible? I actually lost to him...

I had already taken a potion that could temporarily increase my physical strength, and another potion that would prevent me from being controlled by the Dawn.

I have a feeling that Father Utravsky knows more about the vampires' attack methods and habits than I, the Baron. How many vampires did he imprison before he came to Backlund?

If I hadn't become a baron and hadn't been so resilient, I would have needed to lie on the cold ground for at least half an hour before I could get up.

Emlyn muttered to himself as he walked toward the church entrance.

His movements gradually became smoother, the bruises on his cheeks disappeared quickly, and his slightly trembling right hand also stabilized again.

He had just taken the medicine, and his injuries were healing rapidly.

The West End, 7 Pinster Street, near St. Samuel Church.

Wearing a brown priest's robe, Emlyn arrived at the detached house at 7 Pinster Street, following the address given by "The World." After hesitating for two seconds, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Boom boom boom!

After knocking on the door a few times, he withdrew his hand.

The vampire's keen sense of smell and hearing told him that the people in the room had realized what was happening and were approaching the main entrance.

After a few seconds, the door creaked open from the inside.

Emlyn paused slightly upon seeing the young man standing at the door. As a vampire known for his handsome appearance, he rarely saw a human whose looks and demeanor were no less than those of other vampires.

The young man standing lazily at the door had black sideburns and green eyes; he was quite good-looking and possessed a romantic, poetic air about him.

His black hair was clearly unkempt and looked very messy.

Even so, with his good looks, emerald eyes, and poetic temperament, he still possesses a unique kind of beauty.

Leonard at the door was equally surprised. The red-eyed young man who knocked on the door, dressed in the brown priest's robe of the Church of the Earth Mother, seemed to be a vampire.

He paused, then spoke hesitantly, "Is there something you need? I don't recall ever having any dealings with the Church of the Earth Mother or the vampires of Backlund."

Following the instructions of "The World," Emlyn pondered for a moment and said, "Do you know Mobert? Mobert Zoroaster."

"Mobert? I don't know him." Leonard shook his head slightly after a moment's thought.

Just as he was about to get rid of this vampire who had inexplicably come knocking on his door, he suddenly heard Pales's aged voice: "Ask him where he learned the name Mobert from."

Leonard frowned slightly, then asked, "Who is Mobert? Why are you knocking on my door?"

"Or perhaps there is no such person as Mobett at all, and it's just a new type of scam?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a police officer's ID card, which was issued to facilitate the night watchmen in carrying out their duties.

Emlyn paused, a flicker of surprise and speechlessness crossing his crimson eyes. Then he pointed to his brown priest's robes and said, "You mean I was wearing the robes of the Church of the Earth Mother to commit fraud?"

Ha... Am I the kind of idiot who delivers results to the church's court of judgment?

"Perhaps it's to gain my trust?" Leonard replied casually, then changed the subject: "So, sir, who is this Mobert you're talking about? And why are you asking me?"

"That's something only a fool would do, no, not even a fool would do that."

Emlyn gave a soft hum, somewhat displeased, but still answered the question: "A nobleman from the Solomon Empire of the Fourth Age is trapped in a book called 'The Travels of Grosser' and hopes to be rescued."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Leonard, and Leonard looked at him. The two remained silent for a long time.

After a moment, Leonard chuckled and said, "Is this some kind of novel plot from a popular novel?"

"Just take it as that." Emlyn pursed his lips, suddenly losing the desire to continue. He said "excuse me" and hurriedly left 7 Pinster Street.

After watching Emlyn's figure disappear, Leonard calmly closed the door, sat back on the sofa in the living room, and muttered to himself, "Old man, who is Mobert Zoroaster? You seem quite interested in this person?"

"I have seen the surname Zoroaster in the records in the sanctuary. It was indeed the surname of a great nobleman during the Solomon Empire in the Quaternary period."

After saying that, he tilted his head slightly to listen to the voice beside him: "Mobert is my great-grandson."

"Your...great-grandson?" Leonard asked, somewhat taken aback.

"Is this anything to be surprised about?" The aged voice echoed disdainfully in his ear. "I remember when Mobert suddenly disappeared. I did some divination about it, but it came to nothing."

"I always thought he was eaten by Amon, but it turns out it was 'The Travels of Grosser,' a book I saw in his study..."

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Leonard frowned, his tone tinged with worry, and said, "Perhaps he really was eaten by Amon, and that vampire was just testing whether you were there?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Pales's voice echoed softly in his ear: "Heh...then what's coming isn't a vampire converted by the Church of the Earth Mother, but an avatar of Amon."

"The young vampire baron wasn't lying, but he didn't know much either. He was probably sent by someone who had actually been to the place described in 'The Travels of Grossell' to test my attitude."

"Baron?" Lennart asked, somewhat surprised. "That guy was actually a Sequence 6 Beyonder?"

He paused, then asked, "So what do you plan to do? Contact the people behind him and try to rescue your great-grandson?"

Pales chuckled in his ear, "If you do nothing, he or they will send someone with more information to you."

"I need to know how the person behind that vampire knew I was parasitizing you. I originally thought my whereabouts were secret enough, but..."

He paused briefly, then changed the subject, saying, "Besides, I'm barely able to save myself, how can I possibly save Mobert?"

"If that kid knows some important people, I might need him to save me..."

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Leonard raised a hand to rub his temples, then asked, "What is 'The Travels of Groselle'?"

"A book."

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Bayam, the "City of Generosity".

After being shocked for several days by the news Klein had gathered, Darkwell finally remembered some hints his teacher had given him and went to the Mapel Grocery Store on Enmat Street.

The shopkeeper was a kind elderly lady who looked Darkwell up and down a few times before saying, "The dice you need are worth 1 pound."

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...What kind of dice are worth £1? You're robbing me!

Darkwell muttered to himself, but his hand honestly pulled out a one-pound note and exchanged it for a small ring box from the shopkeeper.

He took it, opened the lid and looked inside. Inside was a milky white die with the 4 facing up.

It looks ordinary and unremarkable.

Darkwell hesitated for a moment, then carefully closed the lid, put it in his pocket, and walked to the other side of the street.

Once he reached a secluded spot, he couldn't help but take it out again for a look, but still couldn't find the clue his teacher had left behind.

Just then, a carriage sped by. Startled, Darkwell flicked his wrist, and the milky-white die fell to the ground. After rolling several times, it landed with a 1 facing up.

After muttering a few curses, Darkwell was about to pick up the dice that had fallen to the ground when he suddenly lost his balance and fell flat on his face.

Whoops!

Darkwell lay blankly on the ground, his mind momentarily vacant.

Meanwhile, as Sirion wandered the spirit world, his heart inexplicably quickened a few beats, as if something was drawing him in.

He paused slightly, then followed his intuition and changed the direction of his spirit world wandering.

"This attraction doesn't seem like the characteristic of the 'door' pathway; I didn't feel any connection to my own characteristics."

"Is there a higher-dimensional observer's power infiltrating the barrier, or something else entirely?"

With a whisper, he took a step forward and left the spirit world.

The vibrant, layered colors around them suddenly faded, and a bustling street with people coming and going quickly emerged.

Cyril was slightly surprised. He recognized the place: Bayam's most famous Red Theater.

After concealing his existence using the "psychological invisibility" technique recorded in the logbook, he frowned and looked around.

Soon, he saw a somewhat chubby figure not far away, and an owl gliding overhead.

Darkwell and his owl Harry?

What actually attracted me just now was the "probability dice"?

Lost in thought, he followed Darkwell as he hurried away and arrived at a herbal shop in an alleyway diagonally opposite the Red Theater.

He followed Darkwell up to the second floor of the herbalist's shop, sat opposite the long desk, and quietly watched him examine the "probability dice" and the ring box.

Not long after, Darkwell pulled out a folded piece of paper from the ring box.

Immediately afterwards, his face turned deathly pale, and his expression became increasingly panicked.

"Damn it, why didn't you say so sooner?"

"No, why didn't I think of buying this die sooner!"

"No, I have to leave Bayam, right now..."

After muttering to himself for a while, Darkwell hurriedly got up, rummaged under the bed to find his suitcase, packed his things, cleaned up his traces, and then left the herbalist shop with the owl.

At the alleyway entrance, the owl with bulging eyes perched on Darkwell's shoulder suddenly turned its head 180 degrees and looked at the window on the second floor of the herbalist's shop.

The owl's pupils suddenly contracted, then quickly regained their composure, looking around like an ordinary, curious bird.

After Darkwell bought her ship ticket and found a temporary hotel, it cautiously looked around before speaking: "Darkwell, did you open the curtains when you left your room?"

"Curtains?" Darkwell, who was busy taking inventory, paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

The owl pressed, "Are you sure?"

Darkwell looked puzzled, but nodded firmly: "Of course, as an Extraordinary being, protecting one's privacy is a very important thing."

"Silly bird, what's wrong with you? Why do you keep asking me if I've closed the curtains?"

The owl turned its head around, its round eyes scanning the surroundings carefully before speaking: "When you left the herbal shop, I saw that the curtains on the second floor were drawn open."

"When I was at the herbal medicine shop during the day, I always felt like someone was watching me, but I searched the entire street around and didn't find any suspicious eyes."

"What did you say?" Darkwell jumped up from his chair in surprise.

"You silly bird, why didn't you say so sooner?"

The owl hopped off his shoulder and muttered, "Calm down, Darkwell."

"If I had told you about this beforehand, given your poor performance, you would have given yourself away immediately, and then we would have been taken care of by the people secretly watching us."

"The next ferry ticket you bought to Olavie Island won't depart until tomorrow morning. Tonight we need to find someone or a place to protect us."

After being reassured by the owl's methodical words, Darkwell calmed down a bit: "We can go to the Wave Church, no, the people looking for me now are definitely officials, going to the Storm Church would be like walking into a trap."

"Damn it, there's nowhere safe here. We can't exactly go looking for pirates, those guys are even less trustworthy than the government."

"Oh, right, Gehrman Sparrow!"

"He just hunted down a major pirate with a bounty of £5400. He was powerful enough and had a bad relationship with the officials of the Rothschild Islands and the pirates."

"The only problem is that I don't really know him well. Can he really be trusted?"

"And I don't know where to look for him..."

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After muttering for a while, he looked at the owl beside him, its round eyes staring at him, and asked earnestly, "Harry, what do you think I should do?"

The owl spread its wings and said, "I'm just a bird."

Darkwell's face stiffened, and he awkwardly turned his head slightly, muttering under his breath, "What an idiot bird."

At the Azure Wind Inn, Cyril sat at his desk, holding a milky-white six-sided die in his hand.

This is the "probability die" that he stole from Darkwell at the herbalist's shop.

Darkwell, whose intuition wasn't strong enough, didn't notice that his ring box was empty. Instead, the observant owl seemed to have noticed his movement.

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