Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 412 Never doubt an owl's eyesight

"Alright." Cyril shrugged. "Looks like Mobert and the others won't be able to leave the world of the book for quite some time..."

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"But this isn't necessarily a bad thing. They've become completely disconnected from the outside world, and they might not be able to accept reality once they come out, especially the elves and giants. At least the world in the book is safe and stable."

"Elves and giants?" Pales exclaimed in surprise. "It seems Mobert made quite a few friends in that book."

"Now that they can leave the book 'The Travels of Grosser,' it means that the contingency plan that the person who left the book in has been completed or has been destroyed."

"Is this the work of 'The Imaginary Dragon' Angelweid?"

Cyril nodded slightly: "Yes."

Looking at Pales, whose expression remained unchanged, he paused for a moment, then added, "Although the process was a bit convoluted, Angelweid has returned."

Hmm? A hint of surprise flashed across Pales's face, which had maintained a stern and serious expression.

Would Adam allow such a thing to happen?

"Who knows..." He shrugged, changing the subject: "Is there anything you want to say to Mobert? Maybe I'll pass on a message for you sometime when I'm in a good mood."

After a few seconds of silence, Pales suddenly sighed and said, "Tell him I'm still alive."

"If you're having a comfortable time in the world of books, don't think about leaving; the outside world isn't so great."

"Anyway, it's only a little over ten years, there's no need to torment this old body of mine."

How could you be old? You're a young man that Amon approves of... As his thoughts drifted, he saw Pales glare at him.

With a cold snort, Pales suddenly asked, "How did you find me?"

"I consider myself to have been fairly discreet, leaving no trace whatsoever. Even Amon couldn't find me."

Cyril glanced at the reflective glass window on the wall and calmly replied, "Arods, you underestimate it."

"The magic mirror of the Steam Church?" Pales nodded in surprise and then with a sudden realization. "I did modify its settings back then, so it's normal that it could detect me. But it shouldn't be able to pinpoint my identity so easily. Although the 'Thief' is in a sorry state, there are still a few demigods besides Amon."

"So it took it some time to pinpoint your identity and status."

Seeing the fleeting seriousness on Pales's face, Sirion smiled and said, "Don't worry, it didn't sell your information to the Steam Church unless someone from the Steam Church brought it up with this question, but they're obviously not that bored."

Pales nodded slightly, then sighed, "You've turned a living sealed artifact into a spy within the Steam Church?"

Xireen smiled, did not answer the question, turned around and took two steps back, his figure quickly disappearing into the living room.

Pales stared at the spot where he had disappeared, his expression suddenly turning serious. He frowned and muttered to himself, "He carries a level 0 sealed artifact with him, capable of resisting my theft and deception..."

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"Adam was really generous; was He planning to create a door?"

"They didn't choose to bet on Amon...."

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"And then there's the 'Fool' the Aurora Club is looking for; now we have candidates for all three paths."

"I must find a way to recover some strength as soon as possible. The conflict has already begun, and whether I like it or not, as a Sequence 1 'Time Worm,' I will inevitably be drawn in. It's far too dangerous."

After muttering a few words to himself, Pales's figure suddenly became ethereal and transparent, then reverted to his parasitized spirit form, shrinking back into the woodpecker decoration below the clock.

Beneath the Church of St. Samuel lies the archive room where all the past documents are kept.

Wearing a black overcoat and red gloves, Leonard, looking extremely dashing, leaned against the bookshelf behind him, flipping through the files of the Lannault and Carpin cases.

Suddenly, he paused slightly, turned his head slightly, and pretended to listen attentively.

In his ear, Palles' aged voice echoed: "Someone broke into your home at 7 Pinster Street."

Leonard narrowed his eyes, then pressed on, "A thief?"

Pales's voice rang in his ear: "Use your brain. Would an ordinary thief be worth me telling you about?"

He paused for a moment, and before Leonard could speak, he continued, "They're in the same group as the vampires who came to see you last time, but this time the people who came are higher-ranking members."

"More advanced?" Leonard raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Heh, he carries with him a level 0 sealed artifact that can affect me."

"Although I haven't discovered what that sealed artifact is, it gives me the feeling that it is extremely rare and powerful even among level 0 sealed artifacts."

"To put it in terms you can understand better, it's more powerful and terrifying than 0-08."

Leonard's pupils contracted slightly: "A level 0 sealed artifact even stronger than 0-08?"

"Old man, is that guy here to kidnap me?"

Pales scoffed in his ear, "You need a level 0 sealed artifact to kidnap you? What's the difference between that and using the most powerful cannon to attack a mosquito?"

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"The true purpose of that level 0 sealed artifact should be to prevent some people from discovering his whereabouts, and it can also be used for combat and self-defense when necessary."

Leonard, looking slightly embarrassed, raised his hand to touch his nose, then changed the subject: "Old man, how exactly did they discover you were here?"

"Did you leave some traces from your past activity that you didn't clean up in time?"

Upon hearing this question, Pales snorted irritably: "Because of you, you came into contact with the Steam Church's sealed artifact 2-111 last time in pursuit of that Apostle of Desire."

"It found me and took some time to figure out my identity and status."

"The Magic Mirror, Arodes?" Leonard reacted quickly, then asked in surprise, "But weren't you already fooled back then?"

"Clearly, only you night watchmen and the Mechanical Heart were deceived at the time, not the magic mirror itself."

"It just didn't confront me, and it didn't let everyone present realize that there was something wrong with you."

At this point, Pales couldn't help but sigh, "Who would have thought that someone would turn a living sealed artifact into a spy planted within the Church of the True God..."

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"The steam-powered church's habit of using magical items, that magic mirror," probably knows even the color of everyone's underwear.

"There's not even a need to use it; with the Magic Mirror," Arodes's demonstrated abilities meant there were few secrets that could be hidden from it.

...A living sealed artifact...An undercover agent!

Leonard's eyes widened in disbelief.

tread!tread!

The footsteps outside the archives room grew closer, and he quickly composed himself, rereading the files in his hands.

Near a lighthouse on Oláwi Island, not far from the port.

A cool sea breeze blew by, and two figures, one fat and one thin, were quickly outlined on the smooth road.

Darkwell looked around at his completely unfamiliar surroundings with surprise and curiosity when an owl with bulging eyes flapped its wings and flew off his shoulder.

It hadn't flown more than two meters before it slumped to the ground, looking dizzy, as if it were drunk.

"Is it alright?" The fat pharmacist Darkwell looked at Gehrman Sparrow, who had a perpetually cold expression, with some concern.

Klein glanced at the owl lying limply on the ground and said calmly, "It's nothing serious, just think of it as seasickness."

"Seasickness?" Darkwell was somewhat skeptical, but seeing Gehrman Sparrow's expressionless face, he didn't dare to ask any further.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a small brown bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the stopper, and poured all the liquid inside into the owl's beak.

"...Cough! Cough!!"

After coughing violently for a while, Harry the owl's condition visibly improved, and he flapped his wings and flew away.

Seeing this, Darkwell said with some reluctance, "What a useless idiot! The cost of the potion will be deducted from your food allowance for the next month!"

"No way!" the owl, which had flown into the air, retorted strongly. "This is a work injury. According to the law once enacted by Emperor Roselle, the employer should compensate for work injuries."

Darkwell curled his lip: "But you're not a worker at all, just a useless, stupid bird."

"Then why would you want a bird to pay?"

"I..." Darkwell was speechless for a moment.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, when suddenly a tremendous force came from his shoulder, and he was thrown off his feet.

Bang!

Amidst the tremors that shook the ground, he saw a giant's dark foot fall from the sky and land where he had just been standing.

At the same time, the surrounding colors suddenly became more intense, as if a palette had been overturned.

The surrounding spirit world overlapped with reality!

Amidst the intense interplay of red and black, he saw one after another grotesque, transparent spirit, resembling evil ghosts, emerge from the ground and from the frigid air.

The next second, a magnificent and pure beam of blazing light descended from the sky, enveloping all the transparent and ferocious spirits, melting and evaporating their bodies.

At the same time, a commanding voice, so imposing it made everyone want to bow their heads and prostrate themselves, rang in everyone's ears: "Exile!"

An invisible, immense force erupted in mid-air, blasting all the gathered spirits away and sending the giant's dark foot sprawling backward.

Then a sound like thunder or the roar of a wild beast filled the air, instilling a great fear in people's hearts for no reason.

Immediately afterwards, the layers of color around them faded rapidly, and the ferocious spirits and giant feet that had rushed in from all sides disappeared, and the spirit world that had overlapped with reality separated again.

Everything went smoothly. Klein looked at Sirion, who was tidying his clothes not far away, and said in a cold and helpless tone, ==

"What have you done now?"

Cyril spread his hands innocently: "I had a bit of bad luck while wandering in the spirit world. I encountered a storm and ran into a grumpy spirit creature."

"Fortunately, the bad luck only lasted a short time, and now it's that hot-tempered guy's turn to be unlucky."

He paused, then looked around and asked, "By the way, where is this?"

"...Olavie Island".

Cyril frowned. "How did I end up here?"

As he spoke, he took out the "probability die," tossed it into the air, and then caught it.

One point facing upwards!

He reached out and pushed in the air in front of him, and a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols quickly took shape.

He then took a step forward and disappeared from the spot.

Darkwell, who had just approached while rubbing his shoulder, widened his eyes: "The dice... that die he was holding just now looked so familiar."

Harry the owl suddenly landed from mid-air and said very seriously, "That's the one in your ring box, Darkwell, they're exactly the same."

"What!" Darkwell exclaimed in surprise and panic. He was about to reach into his pocket to check the ring box when he suddenly stopped and looked at the owl, asking, "Wait, how do you know they're exactly the same?"

Harry turned his head slightly. "Don't doubt an owl's eyesight."

Darkwell took a ring box out of his pocket with some skepticism, and carefully opened it. It was still filled with old newspapers and scraps of paper, but the most important die was missing.

"Damn it, it's really gone!"

"That was my die!"

Darkwell's breathing quickened. After looking around anxiously a few times, he turned to Klein beside him: "You know that guy, don't you? He stole my things. This happened during my employment, and you have to find a way to get them back for me!"

"That's very important, extremely important!"

Klein glanced at the ring box in Darkwell's hand, now only containing shredded paper, with considerable surprise, then shook his head and said, "This didn't happen during our employment. He didn't steal anything just now, and I didn't see anyone stealing anything from you before this."

"So... before you came to me for a protection mission, he had already taken that 'probability die'."

"Besides, even if I could roam the spirit world, I still couldn't catch up with a true 'traveler.'"

Even if we catch up, we might not be able to defeat him; that guy has far too many items that violate the rules.

However, the "probability die" was stolen from the fat pharmacist Darkwell. How badly has the Life School been dealt a blow? Something as important as uniqueness has fallen into the hands of a member who is not even Sequence 7.

He paused, gathering his thoughts, and earnestly suggested, "I suggest you first find the person you're looking for on Oravi Island. Even if you want to reclaim what you've lost, you'll need to gather your strength. Otherwise, are you going to rely on just you and an owl?"

"You're right..." Darkwell nodded, then suddenly paused: "How did you know that die was called the 'Dice of Probability'? I don't think I told you its name?"

"you...."

Klein coldly interrupted him: "I have my own sources. That was a die, and one of the important sealed artifacts of the Life School happens to be called the 'Dice of Probability.'"

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