Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 415 The Jade Palace

"The Mysterious Queen," the Emerald Palace?

Above the gray fog, Klein, who was about to withdraw his gaze and leave the space above the gray fog, paused slightly and then sat down again.

He was very interested in the "mysterious queen" he had met once during the Backlund smog incident and who had even saved him.

Emerald Palace? This naming style certainly sounds like that of a queen.

However, the "Mysterious Queen" is now an angel; she—no, perhaps She—can detect my gaze...

At worst, I'll just look away after Cyril meets the "Mysterious Queen".

In a flash, he saw the second officer of the "Dawn," Ak Sanders, transform once again into swirling starlight, swiftly moving through the woods.

But no matter how fast he sped up, Cyril always managed to keep up steadily behind him.

"Teleport" is a very convenient ability, but unfortunately the "Traveler" soul that "Crawling Hunger" was herding didn't get this ability randomly.

With a sigh of admiration, he raised his gaze, trying to find the Emerald Palace that Ake Sanders had mentioned.

On Lasha Island, Cyril steadily followed behind Ak Sanders, who had transformed into tiny starlight, by constantly "blinking".

Within a minute or two, they arrived at the edge of a towering cliff.

Ak Sanders reappeared and pointed to the bottom of the cliff, where a sailboat that looked like it had run aground was moored.

"That's the ship I brought. We need to board it first before we can go to the Emerald Palace."

"Okay." Sirion nodded calmly.

Upon receiving the response, Ake Sanders' figure instantly became transparent, transforming into a statue formed from countless stars.

Then it shattered again, turning into shimmering starlight that surged towards the sailboat below the cliff.

Cyril looked down at the cliff face beneath his feet. He could clearly sense the existence of another dimension here, but it seemed to be locked, making it impossible to enter directly.

If I possessed that "Planetary Planeswalker" trait, perhaps I could forcefully break through using dimensional ascension and dimensional reduction.

He muttered something to himself, took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared at the edge of the cliff.

After flashing twice in mid-air, his figure appeared at the bow of the sailboat below, arriving even faster than Ake Sanders.

A second behind him, Ake Sanders reassembled on the deck, turned to look at the cliff face being battered by the waves, and said calmly, "This is the gate to the Emerald Palace, but it can only be opened with the right password."

He took a breath, stepped forward, and chanted in ancient Hermetic, "Open Sesame!"

boom!

With a surreal sound as if a heavy door had been pushed open, the cliff that had been in front of the sailboat disappeared, revealing a waterway that stretched all the way into the island.

After opening the doors to the Emerald Palace, Ak Sanders turned halfway around with a smile to look at Cyril, then paused for a moment.

"You don't seem surprised at all?"

Cyril nodded slightly: "I'm quite sensitive to things like alternate dimensions and mysterious places."

Ak Sanders nodded knowingly, remarking, "Every high-sequence 'Apprentice' pathway extraordinary individual is a master of the spatial realm."

As he spoke, he turned around again and walked to the front of the deck.

In the instant he turned his head, Cyril noticed a fleeting look of frustration in his eyes.

Tsk, failed attempt to show off...

As he marveled, he saw Ak Sanders slightly raise his hands, and then one star after another appeared around him, densely packed and dazzling.

Surrounded by starlight, the sailboat seemed to transform into a dazzling sea of ​​stars, gliding spontaneously towards the channel that appeared out of nowhere on the cliff face without any human intervention.

As he maneuvered the boat, Ake Sanders turned his head to observe Sir Ryan's reaction.

Above the gray fog, Klein watched this scene in astonishment.

"Did he just say 'Open Sesame'?"

"Did the 'mysterious queen' know the story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, and specifically devise such a set of concealment methods and codes?"

"Your Majesty, it's one thing to plagiarize classics, but you even copy fairy tales..."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered a unique ability of the "Mystic" that Cyril had previously introduced to him.

They can draw power from their mastery of occult knowledge to create "mystical re-enactments" of magic or witchcraft.

Could the "open sesame" moment just now have been a "mysterious reappearance"?

"The Mystic" and "The Mystic Queen".

As his thoughts drifted, he saw the sailboat surrounded by dazzling starlight slowly come to a stop.

Ahead of this sailboat is a larger, older sailboat.

It is over two hundred meters long, with rows of dark, seemingly advanced cannons on both sides, and sailors can be seen performing routine maintenance on these cannons.

The ship's sides, decks, masts, and sails—everywhere on board—are etched with subtle yet intricate patterns, forming a rather large and complex ritualistic magic.

On the tall mast, the most conspicuous black sail is painted a strange eye, like the sun that has not yet fully risen from the sea.

This is the symbol of the "Mysterious Queen," and this is her "Dawn"!

At the bow of the ship stood a woman with long chestnut hair.

She wore a white Intis-style shirt, a dark black jacket, a slender rapier at her waist, and a tricorn hat with a feather in it, dressed like a typical sea captain.

Her straight eyebrows extended perfectly, and her eyes were a deep, azure blue, as if they contained a condensed ocean. She looked up thoughtfully into the sky.

Above the gray fog, Klein suddenly paused, feeling as if he were staring at the other person across a distance.

She noticed me; no, it should be that my gaze just now touched her spirit.

After all, she was an angel with powerful inspiration and a talent for prophecy.

As his thoughts drifted, he withdrew his gaze, severing the connection between the illusory "stars" and Cyril.

On the deck of the Dawn, Cyril's figure appeared in an instant.

He looked at Bernadette, who stood at the bow of the ship, her natural nobility and the air of a high-ranking person that made her impossible to ignore.

After a moment of silence, he spoke up, "Would you like me to translate your diary?"

Bernadette shook her head slightly, then asked, "Do you know 'The Fool'?"

Of course I know. That "Fool" was watching you, and you probably even noticed.

However, when asked about this suddenly, she guessed that Cattleya had been in contact with "The Fool" some time ago.

This shouldn't be happening, right?

As his thoughts drifted, he nodded slightly: "I know, His name is widely known among the Aurora Society."

While he was considering how to respond if she pressed him further, Bernadette veered off-topic: "I'm planning to give Cattleya some of his diaries. Do you think I should get the parts I already know, or the parts I don't yet understand?"

Huh? Why are you asking me? Just give me whatever you want, okay?

Xireen was momentarily stunned, then realized that the other party was testing him, and said carefully, "Give me the diary with some of the content that I have already grasped, so that I can compare it."

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.

This question shouldn't even be answered!

Bernadette smiled and nodded, saying, "I think so too."

"Furthermore, do you think that the Fool could also decipher his diary?"

Xi Ruien chuckled: "Emperor Roselle knows it, I know it, and naturally there are others who do as well."

Bernadette nodded, seemingly agreeing with him.

After a moment of silence, she continued, "But that script doesn't belong to the North or South continents, nor to any known language or culture."

"Sometimes I wonder if there are some unknown civilizations in this world, like the Forsaken Land, which many people believe exists but have never been able to access."

She paused for a moment, then changed the subject, saying, "He once believed that the answer to everything lay in the Land Forsaken by God. What do you think?"

Cyril nodded thoughtfully: "I think it exists."

"The land forsaken by God exists, and so does the answer."

"Then do you know how to get to the Forsaken Land?" Bernadette suddenly asked.

Huh? Cyril blinked, somewhat bewildered... Bro, no, sis, can you read minds? Otherwise, how would you know I'm planning to hitch a ride to the Forsaken Lands soon?

Composing himself, he pondered and said, "The most likely place is the ocean east of the Sunia Sea, the sea that evolved from the ruins of the War of Gods."

Bernadette gave him a deep look, then nodded and said, "I think so too, and I've explored that place before, but I haven't found the entrance."

"You can have Mr. Ak show you around the Emerald Palace, or you can go on your own to Lacha Island and complete a trip."

After she finished speaking, her figure suddenly disintegrated, transforming into streams of complex and illusory knowledge that surged towards the depths of the Emerald Palace beyond the "Dawn".

As the illusory streams of information disappeared, Sirion shrugged expressionlessly... Why does Bernadette seem busier after advancing to "Sage"?

As he pondered, Ak Sanders, the man who had brought him to the Emerald Palace, approached him.

"Mr. Carter, please come with me. I've already arranged accommodations for you."

Sirien was slightly surprised, then nodded politely to the other party: "Okay, thank you very much."

This doesn't seem like a second mate on a pirate ship; it's more like a competent old steward.

Um, could he really be the butler?

After all, Bernadette was once a princess of Intis, so she would definitely have had a butler by her side, and she would be used to having such a butler who could manage everything in an orderly manner.

Led by Ak Sanders, Cyril left the Dawn and sailed through a somewhat dark channel before a small dock suddenly appeared ahead.

Behind the dock is a small town with a strong Intis style, while also possessing a classical wizarding style.

Cyril resisted the urge to teleport directly to the town. He turned to Ake Sanders, who was busy docking ships, and asked curiously, "Mr. Sanders, this town and port don't seem to be on the nautical chart. Has the 'Mysterious Queen' hidden it?"

Instead of answering directly, Ake Sanders asked, "Mr. Carter, are you familiar with the Elemental Dawn?"

Cyril nodded: "A relatively new, clandestine organization that blends elements from various schools of occultism and has its own set of theories."

"Most of the members are skilled in spellcasting and possess many ancient witchcraft techniques."

Ake Sanders stopped what he was doing, gazed at the town ahead, and after a moment of contemplation, said, "This is the Dawn of Elements!"

He paused, seemingly lost in thought, his eyes unfocused, and said, "This island was once ruled by an evil spirit. The island's inhabitants lived in constant bloodshed and fear until the Queen and the 'Dawn' arrived and saved them."

"After saving this place, the Queen felt that the island was well-hidden, so she used it as a base to take in the island's natives and slowly develop a power."

"As the Queen grew stronger and conflicts with the Morse Order increased, we gradually became the Dawn of Elements."

Cyril nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Why are you telling me all this?"

"This should be considered a rather important secret, right?"

Ak Sanders shook his head slightly: "This was the Queen's instruction."

"By the way, the craftsman who creates magical items from the corpse of the sea god Kavituwa is right here. Would you like to check on his progress?"

"Ever since he got that exaggerated sea serpent corpse, he has been immersed in his laboratory and has never gone out. Even though he is already a high-ranking Extraordinary, I am worried that he might suddenly die in the laboratory one day."

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