Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 414 Divine Relations

A dozen minutes later, Klein, who had gambled at every casino in the port of Olavi Island, returned to the stone bridge with a blank and dazed expression, and approached the archway.

Before he could speak, Cyril, who was still nearby, suddenly laughed and said, "Congratulations, you're very lucky to have lost 30 pounds."

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Klein's expression froze for half a second before he looked at him resentfully: "How did you know it was you who did it with the 'Dice of Probability'?"

Cyril chuckled and shook his head: "If I used the 'probability dice,' you wouldn't just lose 30 pounds, but 300 pounds or 3000 pounds."

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After a two-second silence, he asked again, "Do you know what happened?"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Cyril shrugged. "It seems like none of you have asked me..."

Klein, standing by the stone bridge, and Rachel, standing under the archway, remained silent for a long time, until an owl, seemingly affected by misfortune, fell from a branch.

"Cough, cough..." Under the bridge, Rajud coughed a few times, his tone no longer as calm as before: "I'm very sorry, something unexpected happened..."

"Well, to be honest, I'm very curious about what caused my added luck to have no effect at all. This is not a very normal situation."

"Unfortunately, my condition has not truly improved yet, so I cannot come out to face you directly for the time being. Otherwise, I should be able to see some things that extraordinary people through other means cannot see."

Then you'll be seriously injured again for seeing something you shouldn't have, perhaps even worse than now... He muttered to himself, then said, "Write to me when you're ready to begin your ascension to Prophet."

"If I do not reply, go to Backlund and find a man named Tobias."

Under the bridge, Rachaud's deep voice rang out: "No problem."

After nodding slightly, Cyril took a step back and his figure quickly disappeared from the spot.

After watching his figure disappear, Klein's eyes flickered slightly... "Prophet," he wondered if it was Sequence 3 or Sequence 2 of this path.

It is very likely to be Sequence 2. Whether it is the blessing of one of the seven lights of the spirit world or the luck accumulated for more than a hundred years, it is extremely difficult to obtain.

While the seven lights of the spirit world are friendly, their interaction is limited to exchanging knowledge; obtaining their blessings is another matter entirely.

Accumulating luck over a hundred years is equally troublesome; one either has to rely on a long period of time to accumulate it little by little, or seek loans from other demigods or angels who follow the same path.

Thinking about it this way, we're both transmigrators, both extraordinary individuals in the middle sequence, and while I'm still striving to advance to the next sequence, others have already started helping demigods advance to angels... Damn!

Rachaud's voice suddenly came from under the bridge, interrupting his wandering thoughts: "Mr. Gehrman Sparrow, go and call Darkwell over. I'll give him a lucky charm so he can win money at the casino in your place."

"Okay." Klein nodded slightly in response, mentally giving this demigod of the School of Life who was staying under the bridge a "good guy" card.

Even though Darkwell failed to bring the "probability dice" as his teacher had hoped, the other party did not deduct his bodyguard's payment.

Of course, this matter had nothing to do with him in the first place, and his payment should not be deducted.

...Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to make Darkwell, my employer, the second Danitz, a servant to work illegally for me and pay off my debts.

After letting his thoughts wander for a while, he went and called Darkwell and his owl.

After Senator Rijold blessed the other man with good fortune under the bridge, he followed Darkwell back to the casino and witnessed firsthand how easily the other man won money.

Despite Darkwell's abysmal card skills and mindless betting, he still easily won £730 at several casinos.

Luck can be so unfair sometimes... After sighing to himself, he accepted his payment and randomly found a hotel in the port city to stay in.

On an island called Lasha in the Misty Sea.

As soon as Cyril stepped out of the spirit world, a thick gray mist suddenly appeared before his eyes. The voice of "The Fool" Klein echoed in his ears: "Did Rijold's attempt to grant me luck fail because of the obstruction of the gray mist on my body?"

"But based on what you said before, it seems that the 'Dice of Probability' can bypass the fog and affect my luck?"

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Cyril nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Richard is only a demigod; his influence on fate cannot yet penetrate the gray mist surrounding you. However, the 'Dice of Probability' is unique and represents the authority of the gods. While you cannot fully control that gray mist, it can affect you."

The blurry figure seated atop the boundless gray fog paused for a second, then asked in a suddenly serious and earnest tone, "You seem to know a lot about this space above the gray fog?"

Although it was a question, Klein's tone was unusually certain.

This was something he deduced from some of Cyril's usual words and actions; the other party probably knew more about this gray fog than he did.

After a brief silence of two seconds, Sirion carefully chose his words and said, "I have some guesses..."

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"During the Second Age, the ancient gods believed that the original creator had left behind some things, which might be kingdoms derived from a part of His body, or things He created."

"The ancient gods believed that these things contained primordial essence," and that obtaining them would grant greater authority and power.

"However, in the end, none of the ancient gods actually came into contact with these things. Well, Angorweid may have had some contact with them, but he was also corrupted as a result, and had to separate a negative personality and seal it in the City of Miracles in Grosser's Travels." Leviside said from under his throne.

Within the boundless gray fog, the figure sitting serenely suddenly fell silent for a long time.

...Contains "Source Material"? What exactly is "Source Material"? Even the ancient gods wanted it.

Could this be a delusion of an ancient god in a fit of madness?

No, that's unlikely. The ancient gods may be crazy, but they're not stupid. They wouldn't crave something so vague and unreal. Besides, judging from Cyrien's words just now, it's clear that all the ancient gods believe in the existence of these things.

Could the "Ancient Sun God" who ended the era of the ancient gods have possessed something containing "source matter" and thus gained power surpassing that of the true gods?

Given that no second "ancient sun god" has appeared in history, it seems this legacy has not been inherited by anyone...

"The Imaginary Dragon" Angelweid came into contact with things left behind by the original creator, but was corrupted, as did Livyd, the "City of Miracles" from Grosser's Travels...

So, this was Cyril's true purpose in entering the world of "Grossell's Travels"? A mission from Adam, to remove and seal away the negative personality that was separated from Angorweid after he was corrupted?

The Travels of Grosser is in the possession of "Iceberg Admiral" Edwina, who hails from Remnburg and worships the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom," who is also suspected to be one of the three remaining ancient dragons and helped Angorweid return from the brink of death...

Adam and the "god of knowledge and wisdom" reached a certain understanding on this matter: one wanted to inherit his father's estate, and the other wanted to inherit the estate of his former boss.

That's why they maintain a strange attitude of both confrontation and cooperation in this matter.

Klein, who felt he had pretty much guessed the truth, couldn't help but gasp.

Is this the kind of planning and scheming at the level of a true god? How can so much be found in such a seemingly random matter?

He suddenly understood Mr. Hanged Man's imagination at the Tarot meeting, because those true gods and beings close to true gods are truly terrifying. They plan things out silently, and even the smallest thing may contain unimaginable secrets.

After gathering his scattered thoughts, he finally asked thoughtfully, "What is 'Source Matter'? And what is its relationship with this space above the gray fog?"

"Do you, or Adam, suspect that this space is one of the things left behind by the original creator?"

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

After a brief pause, he added, "Regarding the remnants left behind by the 'Original Creator,' the Destroyer Wolf Fregra called the vaguely sensed portion 'Source Castle.'"

"Source Castle..." Klein frowned, muttering the word repeatedly to himself.

Judging from the Silver City myth obtained from "Sun," "Destruction Wolf" Fregra most likely possesses the two paths of "Diviner" and "Sleepless," and the "Source Castle" that he can sense most likely also belongs to these two paths.

As his thoughts drifted, he looked down at the boundless, ever-flowing, grayish-white mist beneath him.

"Could it be you...?"

He murmured something softly, then turned his gaze back to Cyril, asking curiously, "Where did you get so much knowledge of these secrets?"

Cyril chuckled. "I know ancient dragons from the same era as Angorweid, as well as the Imaginary Dragon myself, Hermes who was active in the Dark Ages, and the eldest son of the 'Ancient Sun God,' whose name I cannot reveal."

"Each of them is a walking history; isn't it normal for me to know so many secrets?"

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Such enviable interpersonal relationships, not divine ones.

The "Audience" pathway is also known as the "Dragon" pathway, so Hermes and Adam can also become a mental dragon. So, all the important people this guy knows are dragons?

Does he have some kind of cheat code that allows him to attract dragons and rapidly increase their favorability?

He paused, suppressing the doubt that flashed through his mind, and instead asked, "Is 'Prophet' Sequence 2 of the 'Monster' pathway?"

"Isn't the ritual of peering into the river of destiny, finding crucial revelations concerning at least one nation, and ensuring that these revelations ultimately manifest in the form one 'sees' is not easy to accomplish?"

Even angels have limited influence over a nation, since royal families in various countries have more than one angel, even excluding the church.

Moreover, the "Chaos Walker" is not an angel, unless the revelation he sees aligns with the development of that country and receives strong support from the royal family and the local church...

Cyril nodded slightly and then replied, "Normally it's not easy, but when the tide of the times rolls in and rushes toward that inevitable point, the ritual becomes very easy."

"And thanks to the long-term efforts of the Twilight Hermits, that milestone is not far off."

At this point, he shrugged. "To put it bluntly, every advancement ceremony along the 'Wheel of Fortune' path relies heavily on luck."

"Every time?" Klein exclaimed, somewhat surprised and enlightened. "Perhaps only the luckiest people can embark on this path, and the luckier they are, the further they can go."

"Like Darkwell, when he was in Backlund, he always complained about not choosing the path that would have made him lucky, which may itself be a sign of his bad luck."

"You should say that to his face." Cyril chuckled, then suddenly turned his head, his spirit stirred.

Then, one after another, dazzling starlight surged forth from the gaps in the swaying leaves and from the dark shadows where the moonlight could not reach.

Immediately afterwards, the starlight gathered again before his eyes, transforming into a statue made of countless starlight.

In the blink of an eye, the statue transformed into flesh and blood, becoming an old man dressed in a classical wizard's robe and wearing a pointed soft hat.

His eyes were deep blue with a hint of purple, and his temples were graying under his pointed soft hat. He had no beard, and there were obvious wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes. His skin was dark and had a rough feel, as if it had been battered by the sea wind for a long time.

The old man's gaze swept lightly over him, then he gave a very gentlemanly bow: "Hello, Mr. Carter, I am Ake Sanders, the second officer of the Dawn."

"The Mysterious Queen foresaw your arrival and has instructed me to guide you to the Emerald Palace."