Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 413 Rajud under the bridge

"You actually know about the Life School?" Darkwell asked, somewhat surprised.

Although their School of Life is an ancient and secretive organization that has been passed down from the Quaternary Period, it has always developed in the form of master-disciple succession, so few outsiders know about it, except for those equally ancient and secretive organizations.

There's definitely a powerful, secret organization behind Gehrman Sparrow!

Klein glanced at him and replied calmly, "That's not hard to guess."

I even know your leader, and I have origami cranes that can connect me to Him. I'm probably more familiar with him than you are with him.

He paused, then suddenly thought of a question:

Will Onsetin doesn't seem to have any intention of reclaiming the "Dice of Probability," but the others in the School of Life are unaware of this. Will they fight with Cyril?

Should I ask Will Onsett when I get the chance? Oh, and there's also the matter of the "Hermit" needing a drop of mythical creature blood; I forgot to ask her about it before.

Composing himself, he looked at Darkwell, who had a pained expression on his face: "Let's go, let's find the person you're looking for."

"it is good."

Darkwell dusted off his country witch doctor-style robes and trotted ahead to lead the way.

Deep within the spirit realm, Sirien, who was approaching the Sea of ​​Mist, suddenly slowed down, tilted his head slightly, and looked to his side.

Through layers of illusory color blocks and abstract symbols, he saw a man wearing a mysterious black robe.

His brown hair was slightly curly, each strand hard, his facial features were sharply defined, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if one door after another was closing inside.

"The Saint of Mysteries" Butis? We just bumped into each other like that?

As the thought crossed his mind, Sirion lowered his head slightly and glanced at the "probability die" in his hand.

5 o'clock... Would running into Boutis be a good thing for me?

As he pondered, he felt an extremely aggressive gaze sweep over him. Then, Boutis, who was separated from him by layers of colored blocks and abstract symbols, took a step forward and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

"They've voluntarily backed down?"

He was puzzled for a moment, then he noticed that the "probability die" in his hand had somehow turned into a 1.

After being looked at by him, it lazily flipped over again, so that the 4 o'clock was facing up.

Was point 1 just given to Boutis?

"It works quite well."

He muttered something to himself, then sped up and headed straight for the spirit realm area corresponding to the Misty Sea.

A few minutes later, he slowed down again.

A beam of pure light that had always covered the top of the spirit world suddenly closed the distance between the two sides.

The clear yellow light condensed before his eyes, transforming into a thin old man wearing a lemon-yellow robe and with a long white beard.

Cyril stopped abruptly and nodded slightly to the other person: "Good afternoon, Mr. Venitan."

The suddenly appearing "Yellow Light" Venetian bowed slightly in return and said, "Good afternoon, Your Highness."

"The Mercury Serpent of the Council of Life once entrusted me with a task. He instructed me to meet with you at the appropriate time and have you go to see Rijod."

"Just now, my intuition told me that the right time had come."

Why didn't you say so sooner? I just left Olavi Island and was about to reach my destination.

Muttering to himself, Sirion asked curiously, "When did Will Onsetin commission you?"

"Before He restarted," Venetian added after a slight pause, "He seemed to foresee some not-so-good future for Himself, so He made this decision on short notice."

"Even I, the person he entrusted with this task, was found at the last minute because he didn't have time to find other more suitable candidates."

Could it be after I met him in Backlund?

Did He actually foresee that I would take the "Dice of Probability"? But why did He send me to see the Councilor of Fate?

After letting his thoughts wander for a moment, he asked with some curiosity, "Are you and Will Onsett on good terms?"

"Yellow Light" Venitan shook his head slightly, then nodded again: "The secret ritual pointing to the pure light of the spirit world is quite widespread in the mystical world, so we have communicated with most of the extraordinary beings who have extensive knowledge."

"Will Unsett frequently performed esoteric rituals before becoming an angel, and it was during this time, when he ascended to the rank of prophet, that he sought my blessing."

Cyril nodded knowingly... One of the auxiliary materials for the "Prophet" is the blessing of one of the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm. Will Onsetin is most likely holding secret rituals to increase his favorability with the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm in order to advance his career.

I wonder where the items tainted by the source castle's gray mist needed for the advancement to "Mercury Serpent" were found or picked up?

After letting his thoughts wander for a moment, he nodded slightly to "Yellow Light" Venitan and said, "I understand. I'll go find that Congressman, Rijkaard, in a bit."

"Yellow Light" Venitan bowed to him again, then transformed into a clear and bright radiance and returned to the top of the spirit realm, flowing slowly and quietly along with the other six pure lights.

He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and headed back the way he came.

On Olavi Island, at the Church of St. Draco, Klein and Darkwell, led by the bell ringer Cano, arrived at a nearby stone bridge.

Kano glanced at Darkwell, who was hunched over with his head down, then threw the ring box, now just shredded newspaper, into the underpass.

"Sir, the 'Probability Dice' has been stolen."

From the dark depths of the bridge arch, a hand covered in silvery-white scales reached out and groped its way onto the ring box.

A moment later, the ring box was thrown back.

Then a somewhat hoarse voice came from under the bridge: "I understand. That person will come to me with the 'Dice of Probability'."

Huh? Darkwell blinked, wondering if his teacher's teacher had gone mad with anger because he had lost an important item belonging to the school.

Oh no, am I really going to become the kind of person the old man is calling a traitor to his master?

Should I prepare some medication to treat my teacher's teacher? But I don't know how to prepare medication for mental illnesses.

He opened his mouth, intending to say a few words to comfort the teacher, to tell her not to be so angry about this, since no matter how important the item was, it was not as important as a living person.

Before he could speak, suddenly, streaks of dazzling starlight flew out from the void and quickly intertwined, outlining a slightly illusory door covered with many mysterious patterns and symbols before his eyes.

The next second, that damned, despicable person who stole the "probability dice" walked out from behind the "door".

"You damned thief!" Darkwell shouted instinctively.

Cyril glanced at the chubby Darkwell, then nodded: "Yeah, once Sequence 3 arrives, I'll switch pathways to become the 'Deception Mentor'."

His gaze swept over Cano, who was staring at him with hostility, Klein, whose eyes were indifferent, and the somewhat timid owl, finally settling on the hand covered in silvery-white scales that was sticking out from the bridge arch.

He tossed the "probability die" in his hand and then said, "Will Unsettin sent me to see you."

"Sigh~" After a deep sigh, the hand covered in silvery-white scales retreated into the darkness under the bridge.

"The president did tell me that if the 'Dice of Probability' is accidentally lost, there's no need to worry or search for it; it's all fate."

"No matter what, someone will bring it to me."

"If it's someone from the Life School, I'll reseal it; if it's someone else, I'll make three requests."

Am I destined to bring the "probability dice" with me no matter what? Is this a "revelation of fate"?

It seems Will Unsett interfered with fate in advance, perhaps even with the help of the "probability dice," otherwise it wouldn't have been so easy for him to affect me.

Composing himself, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Three requests? Tell me first."

In the darkness beneath the bridge arch, heavy breathing could be heard for a while before Rijd's voice finally came: "The guild master's first requirement is that you cannot ask for more, nor can you choose to help Urolius for any reason."

"Okay." Sirien nodded without much hesitation.

After a pause, Rajud's voice came again: "The chairman's second request is that you have a way to help me become a prophet."

"Having weathered this schism within the School of Life, my Chaotic Walker potion is nearly fully digested, but I still have no clue about the ascension ritual to 'Prophet' or some of the necessary materials."

He paused briefly, then added, "The ascension ceremony for a 'Prophet' is:"

To peer into the long river of destiny, to find crucial revelations concerning at least one nation, and to ensure that these revelations ultimately manifest themselves as they have seen them.

"Besides the ritual, I also need the blessing of one of the seven lights of the spirit world, and over a hundred years' worth of accumulated luck as auxiliary ingredients for concocting the Prophet's potion."

The important revelation concerning at least one country is readily available, and the seven lights of the spirit world are also familiar, but what is the luck accumulated over a hundred years?

Cyril looked down at the "probability die" in his hand... at least it's unique, so it should grant him this much luck.

Or, if luck allows, this Senator Rijold could also swallow the potion whole?

Forget it, he's not the "God of Steam and Machinery," this requires far too much luck; even the "Dice of Probability" would probably go on strike if it heard of it.

Composing himself, he asked with some curiosity, "Do you already possess the 'Prophet' trait, or the corresponding materials?"

"Or has Will Onsetin already separated a portion of the characteristics of Sequence 2?"

Rijold didn't hide anything, saying, "The School of Life possesses an item called the 'Heart of the Tree Man,' which can become the main ingredient for the 'Prophet,' but I can only retrieve it after I've fully recovered from my injuries."

"Additionally, once the restart is complete and the situation is stabilized, the guild leader can also separate out a spare Prophet's ability, but this will take a considerable amount of time."

Cyril nodded. "I understand. What's the third request?"

Under the bridge, Rijkaard paused for two seconds before saying, "The president didn't have time to say it then."

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I bet a can of wolffish that Will Unsettling, that little snake, did it on purpose!

He muttered a curse to himself, then looked into the darkness beneath the bridge and said, "I understand. As for advancing to 'Prophet,' come find me when your injuries have healed."

"Or, would you like to make a third request in exchange for me helping you get back to your best condition?"

Under the bridge, Rijkaard quickly refused, "No, no need. My condition has stabilized, there's no need to waste one last request on me."

"What about your student, Roy King, who's being held captive in the governor's mansion? We could try to rescue him too," Sirion pressed.

Rachaud, standing under the bridge, refused again: "He's lucky enough that his life isn't in danger, and he'll be able to escape when the time is right."

Cyril raised an eyebrow, asking with some curiosity, "It sounds like he's an extraordinary being of the 'Wheel of Fate' pathway, but not a demigod. So how does he maintain his youthful appearance?"

"You know Roy King?" Rachaud's voice was tinged with surprise.

Cyril shook his head slightly: "I don't know him, but I know him."

After a few seconds of silence, Rijkaard, who was under the bridge, spoke again: "He has a very special magical item, which made him a vampire to some extent," granting him a long lifespan.

"At the same time, he was also immune to most of the negative effects of that thing thanks to his own good fortune."

"Of course, this didn't come without a price. Even though he was already a winner and had always exercised restraint, he never managed to accumulate much luck."

"If it weren't for the vampire's incredibly resilient life force, and my frequent blessings, he would have become a mere entity long ago, at the 'Cataclysmic Priest' stage."

Even after finally emerging victorious, his potion showed almost no signs of being digested.

In his words, he seemed quite dissatisfied with his disciple, much like Roy King was unhappy with Darkwell's choice to become a "pharmacist".

In a way, this can be considered a continuation of the same lineage... He muttered to himself, and casually said, "Perhaps someone whose luck has been in a slump for a long time is more likely to become a curse mage."

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Under the bridge, Rijkaard sighed, "That's what the president said too."

Cyril raised an eyebrow... Is that really possible?

Is that why you've tolerated it all this time, not thrown away Roy King's magical item, and even willingly used your own luck to bless it?

It's also possible that the chosen disciple cannot be returned, so they have no choice but to make do.

While he was lost in thought, Rijold had already turned the conversation to Klein: "Mr. Gehrman Sparrow, I am aware of your agreement. Once I recover, I will help you find the magical item you need."

"The remaining 700 pounds commission... I'll give you some luck; go gamble at the casino in Olavi, and you'll soon reap a substantial reward."

"But remember, you can't keep winning at the same casino, and the total winnings shouldn't exceed £700."

This...the way of paying the final payment is quite unique... A thought flashed through Klein's mind, and he nodded slightly: "Okay."

After a silence of about ten seconds, Rajud, who was under the bridge, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You've become lucky enough."

Klein nodded slightly, then turned around with a hint of doubt.

Cyril turned to look at his retreating figure, opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again, silently thinking to himself:

Sorry, but I'm really curious about what it's like for "Beacon of Destiny" to lose money at the casino.