Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 409 Resonance

pat!

The milky-white dice landed on the table with a crisp sound and spun continuously.

After a few laps, it stopped, with the 4 o'clock position facing upwards.

"It's not 6 o'clock, bad review."

Sirion looked at the "probability die" on the table that had stopped spinning and muttered something under his breath.

Before he finished speaking, the milky-white die seemed to be gently pushed by an invisible hand and flipped over.

This time it's 3 o'clock upwards!

"5

'

Is this even allowed? So unique!

Is its activation level that high?

As his thoughts drifted, his intuition was suddenly stirred. He reached out and grabbed the die, and his figure vanished from the room in an instant.

Boom!

A silver bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky and struck the window in front of the desk.

With a crash, the glass in the window frame shattered into countless fragments, and the desk was charred black and burst into flames.

On the street outside the hotel, Sirion looked at the spot where the lightning had just struck, and his lips twitched slightly.

Immediately afterward, a somewhat familiar voice rang out behind him: "Randolph Carter? You're still in Bayam?"

Cyril turned halfway around and saw a middle-aged man not far away wearing a dark red thick coat, loose white trousers, and a boat-shaped hat.

He is the captain of the "White Agate," the just and righteous Erlan!

Beside Erlan stood a young man in military uniform, with a stern and imposing face.

Cyril's gaze swept over the young officer, and he sensed a clear hostility emanating from him.

He glanced at him briefly before looking away. The officer was not of high rank and did not possess any powerful magical items, posing no threat to him whatsoever.

...That obvious hostility was probably the impulsiveness of a young man and his desire for merit, after all, my current bounty is still quite high.

Lost in thought, he nodded slightly to Airland: "Long time no see, Captain Airland. Weren't you at sea with the 'White Agate'?"

"Could it be that he was so scared by the previous perilous voyage that he resigned from his position as captain?"

Airland chuckled and shook his head: "Although I also wanted to apply to change to a different route, unfortunately, I was rejected."

4

The "White Agate" only arrived in Bayam this afternoon. I was planning to go to the Wave Church to pray and leave a small offering in the donation box.

"Ever since I experienced the storms at sea, I often go to the church; it's the only place where I can feel at ease."

"It's better to spend money in the church than in the Red Theatre," Sirion added with a smile.

As he spoke, he suddenly looked up at the increasingly thick clouds in the sky, and his inspiration was stirred once again.

"Captain Ellan, we'll meet again someday."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next second, a silvery-white bolt of lightning struck down out of nowhere, scorching the bricks and stones on the ground, with tiny electrical currents crackling around them.

The young officer beside Erlan frowned, looked around, and said, "There's no trace of extraordinary power; it was a natural lightning strike."

"It could also be a negative effect of some magical item, or perhaps he was rejected by the 'Lord of Storms.'"

He paused, then looked at Airan and asked thoughtfully, "From our conversation just now, you and he seem to have a good relationship?"

Airland shook his head slightly: "No, this is how we interact at sea. I greet all the pirates, adventurers, and bounty hunters I know, have met, and can talk to like this."

"Although this is Bayam, the other side is a painter who is far more dangerous than the pirate general," Randolph Carter said. Maintaining a friendly relationship is the first principle when there is no direct conflict.

"If he were hostile, he could have easily dealt with us before Lord Aquaman even noticed and arrived, and then calmly left with our spoils."

As he spoke, Erlan seemed to become somewhat dazed, recalling the scene of Randolph Carter sinking the ship with a single blow.

The young officer beside Erlan protested, "We represent the Rune military!"

Airland shook his head helplessly and said, "He was already wanted by the authorities. At most, the number on the bounty board will increase a bit. For pirates and adventurers who spend their lives at sea, this is more like an honor."

In the Swordfish Bar, in a quiet billiards room, Sirion's figure was silently outlined in front of the billiards table.

Klein, who was maintaining his Gehrman Sparrow-like indifference at the small round table nearby, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look at him in surprise.

"You were looking for me? What's wrong?"

Cyril didn't say anything, but instead threw the "probability die" he was holding onto the billiard table.

The die spun a few times and then stopped, with a 4 facing up!

Seeing this, Sirion breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He almost turned into a human lightning rod just now. Although the sudden lightning strikes wouldn't actually hurt him, constantly dodging them was still quite troublesome.

He grabbed the "Dice of Probability" back into his hand and looked at Klein beside him, saying, "You should be able to contact Will Onsetin, right? I have something I want to discuss with him."

Klein frowned. "Don't you know where he is?"

Looking at the "probability die" in his hand, he said somewhat awkwardly, "I think He probably really doesn't want to see me right now, so I'll have to take a roundabout approach..."

"What have you done now?" Klein looked at him suspiciously.

Sirion looked up at the ceiling: "It's like stealing the most precious toy from a baby who hasn't even been born yet?"

"6

""

Klein suddenly wanted to refuse. He was worried that if he helped contact Will Onsetin, things might end up with a group of people fighting in his dream.

They—no, they might be very restrained—but I might not be able to bear it either.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, he chose to press for details between refusal and agreement: "Tell me the specifics first. I need to make sure you won't fight in my dream."

Cyril nodded slightly, took out the milky-white six-sided die again, and tossed it casually.

pat~

After spinning a few times on the billiard table, the dice stopped, showing a 5!

"Tsk, my luck has improved again. How come this die is so two-sided?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the "probability die" suddenly wobbled and stubbornly flipped over.

One point facing upwards!

Ugh!

A chilling wind howled, and the colors in the room suddenly intensified, with layers upon layers of color blocks everywhere, creating an unreal atmosphere.

The surrounding spirit world overlapped with reality!

The next second, a huge foot, wrapped in blackened bandages, rotting and oozing pus, large enough to crush a house, fell down.

Behind the Swordfish Bar, several billiard rooms collapsed with a loud crash.

The group of people drinking and boasting in front of them stumbled and fell, then scrambled towards the bar's entrance.

Although they were still unclear about what had happened, such a commotion could only be achieved by firing multiple cannons simultaneously.

In the alley outside the bar, Klein and Cyril stared at each other in silence.

After a moment of silence, Klein suddenly asked, "What is that?"

"A spirit creature that happened to pass by, didn't like you or me, and stepped on my foot."

...I meant the die.

The uniqueness of the "Dice of Probability" and the "Wheel of Fortune" allows one to control the probability of every event, bringing varying degrees of luck or misfortune to the holder based on the number rolled.

"It has certain characteristics of being alive, and it also has a bit of a temper."

Uniqueness...

Klein was stunned for half a second, then took two steps back, putting some distance between them.

Cyril pursed his lips and muttered, "Is it really that big of a deal?"

Klein nodded seriously... It's very important. It's unique, representing the authority of the gods, equivalent to a magical item of Sequence 0.

Recalling the seemingly ordinary milky-white die and the exaggeratedly large foot that suddenly fell from the spirit world, he took another step back.

...I never imagined I would come into contact with something unique in this way.

Could this guy asking me to contact Will Onsett be because he's discovered that the "probability dice" he stole or robbed is out of control and extremely dangerous, and he's looking for a solution?

Why look for Will Angsaijan? Shouldn't he have gone to Adam, whom he knows better?

Did Adam also have no way to overcome the uniqueness of the "Wheel of Fortune" path?

As his thoughts drifted, he saw Cyril suddenly raise his hand and slap his forehead hard.

"What's wrong now?"

He hurriedly asked, while looking around in a panic, afraid that the spirit creature that had just left would come back to stomp on him, or that he would encounter other dangers.

"Damn it!" Siri exclaimed, somewhat speechless. "I should have gone to find Adam. Why did I even think of contacting you about that unborn little snake?"

"Given His current state, He probably can't do anything but mock me for bringing trouble upon myself."

Uh... Klein froze for a moment... I had just thought of Adam too.

Was it a thought that just popped into his head that made him notice me, which in turn made him notice Cyril, and then he gave me a reminder from afar?

Even the slightest thought that crosses my mind will be immediately noticed by him. Is it because he is very concerned about everything concerning Sirion, or has he already noticed me?

After letting his thoughts wander for a moment, he looked at Cyril and asked, "What are you planning to do now?"

Cyril tossed the dice in his hand and said calmly, "Observe it for a while longer. If it still doesn't behave, I'll take it to Adam."

Klein was startled by his sudden dice-throwing action, and his body tensed up. If the "clown's" sense of danger hadn't failed to warn him, he would have immediately used Flame Leap to move to a different position.

Why not go now? Have you already guessed that Adam is watching you, so you're not in a hurry?

He paused, then asked, "Do you need my help to contact Will Onsett?"

Cyril nodded thoughtfully. "Tell Him that I took the 'Dice of Probability'."

After saying that, he turned around, took a step, and disappeared into the alley.

Klein turned around, glanced at the half-collapsed bar, and sighed inwardly... What a dangerous person.

Judging from his previous experiences, he was a walking danger trigger.

As he sighed, he saw a somewhat familiar, chubby figure running out from the remaining part of the bar.

That fat pharmacist? What's he doing at this bar? There should be plenty of guys who want to keep fighting in the Red Theatre going to his herbal shop to buy medicine at this hour.

Even if he wanted to have some fun, given his personality, he should have gone to the Red Theatre.

After a moment of reflection, he saw the portly pharmacist Darkwell stop in front of him, slightly out of breath: "I have a request."

After checking into a different hotel, Sirion closed the doors and windows, creating an invisible wall separating the inside from the outside. He then casually tossed the "probability dice" onto the table.

Ignoring the three dots facing upwards, he tossed out a piece of drawing paper, then reached inside and pulled out a crystal ball containing a single azure eye.

"Actually, you're afraid of me, aren't you?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have kept influencing my thinking, trying to make me ignore the better options, and then taking you to Will Oncetin."

On the table, the "probability die" shook slightly, changing from a 3 to a 4.

"Your activation level is much higher than I expected."

Cyril murmured something, then pressed the crystal ball in his hand against his chest.

A clear and bright light suddenly shone from the crystal ball, and as Sirion bowed slightly, pure white, ethereal feathers condensed behind him.

These feathers are densely packed and form a pair of somewhat transparent, broad, pure white wings.

Beneath the wings, his body was instantly bathed in a dazzling and shimmering starlight, becoming extremely ethereal, leaving only a blurry humanoid outline.

Deep within the outline, there seems to be a profound, endless, untouchable darkness.

It seemed like a false fantasy, yet also like something that had transcended reality.

On the table, the wildly spinning "probability die" was dragged by an invisible hand and fell into the hands of Cyril, who was in a blurry humanoid shape.

The "probability die" spun faster and faster in his hands, as if it were about to spark.

At the same time, he saw countless illusory lights and shadows, which seemed to be a vast river with no beginning or end, and no end in sight.

when!

The melodious sound of the bell suddenly echoed in his ears, causing ripples to spread across the illusory, boundless river.

Immediately afterwards, he heard layers of chanting sounds, as if countless monks were chanting sutras in his ears, and saw a solemn, golden phantom of Buddha.

Behind the Buddha stood a circle formed of pure light, resembling both a ring and a disc.

For some reason, he felt that the circle behind the Buddha, which resembled "Buddha's halo," was the true essence.

Bang!Bang!

Cyril heard his own heartbeat, and he saw the "Buddha's light" behind the Buddha rippling with his heartbeat.

The next second, scarlet mouths split open on the Buddha's body, and eyes filled with bloodshot veins and pain sprouted from them.

"Buddha...."

It was as if countless people were shouting in his ears at the same time, the overlapping and vast sounds exploding in his mind with echoes.

Cyril snapped back to reality, and all the strange phenomena he had seen and heard vanished instantly.