Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 418 Unlucky Boutis

Cyril glanced at Derrick's somewhat tense face and reassured him, "Don't worry, someone will be watching Lovia, just like someone has been observing you in the shadows all along."

"Given that your Silver City can utilize sacred artifacts, a shepherd elder poses little danger unless she directly sacrifices herself to summon the true creator."

"But Elder Lovia shouldn't be that crazy, otherwise your chief wouldn't have released her."

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Derrick nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "What can I do?"

"Raise your rank as soon as possible; only power that you control yourself is real."

After a pause, Sirion looked at the "Fool" at the head of the table and said calmly, "Actually, you don't need to be nervous."

Following his gaze, Derrick also subconsciously looked at Mr. Fool, whose figure was always shrouded in gray fog and was extremely blurry.

Looking at Mr. Fool's calm and unmoving posture, he felt a sense of peace.

Since Mr. Fool did not give any warning, it means that things are not as serious as I guessed.

Thinking this way, his mindset gradually calmed down.

At the very top, Klein, the "Fool," whose expression was obscured by a gray fog, stared blankly at Cyril.

Don't label me like that!

Although I have indeed thwarted the "True Creator's" schemes more than once, those were all due to various unforeseen circumstances. If I were to truly confront the "True Creator," I probably wouldn't last even a second.

After a few seconds of silence, "The Hermit" Cattleya spoke up at the opportune moment, asking, "The blasphemer Amon you just mentioned, is he referring to the ancestor of the Amon family of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Age, the son of the Creator?"

Cyril leaned back and said in a flat tone, "There shouldn't be another person who would call him Amon. If there were, he would become Him."

Gadriya nodded slightly, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Cyril.

"Fate" knows Amon well, but judging from his tone, the two sides are probably not on friendly terms.

As she pondered, she heard the "magician" woman beside her ask with great interest, "The son of the Creator?"

Cattleya tilted her head slightly, her tone unchanged, and said, "Legend has it that when the original creator differentiated into various gods and races, two infants were born within him, one of whom was the blasphemer, Amon."

After she finished speaking, everyone suddenly fell silent, unsure whether the claim of "the son of the creator" was true or false.

Having learned about the history and mythology of Silver City from Mr. "Sun" and many secrets from Mr. "Destiny," they no longer believed in the most widely circulated legend that the original creator had divided into various gods and races.

...If the original creator had not differentiated into the seven gods and the former extraordinary races, then Amon would naturally not be the son of the creator.

But since the title of Son of Amon the Creator has been passed down and known to the "Hermit" lady, there must be a reason.

Lost in thought, Audrey turned to look at "Destiny" Cyrion to her side and asked curiously, "Mr. Destiny, does the 'Creator' in the title 'Son of the Creator' refer to the Creator worshipped by the Twilight Hermits?"

Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly, then nodded: "Of course, if Amon is the child of the original creator, how could He not even be a true god?"

"The Twilight Hermits?" Cattleya was somewhat surprised; it was a secretive organization she had never heard of before.

Seeing that Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and others were all looking at him, Sirion shrugged and then began to explain to the clueless Ms. Hermit: "This is a secret organization founded in the Tertiary period by Adam, whose goal is to resurrect his father, the ancient sun god."

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"They, well...we, claim that when the end of everything comes, the original creator will rise from the dead, awaken from his slumber, return everything to himself, and create a new world, a new history."

"In reality, the first creator that Adam proclaimed was not the true first being, but rather an ancient sun god who held the title of creator."

"Furthermore, do not speak or think about this organization's name in any way without permission, even if it is written on paper or in a newly invented language, as it will be detected."

He paused, then smiled and added, "The same goes for the name Adam. 'Whatever He speaks will be known.' He may not respond, but He certainly knows."

"Of course, even if He responds, or even sits right next to you and discusses the issues with you, you won't notice anything unusual."

Every word spoken will be known...

Caldelia was initially taken aback, then her expression gradually froze.

She recalled discussing Adam and Amun, the two sons of the Creator, more than once with others at the more academic gatherings within the Morse Order.

The thought that the other person might have been watching or even participating when they were discussing Adam at the party sent chills down her spine.

"Fate" was referring to us just now; he was also a member of the Twilight Hermits' Society founded by Adam.

Was his last sentence a warning to me?

He knew that I knew the name Adam, and that we had even discussed it at some gatherings, which means that everyone who participated in this topic was noticed by Adam, and may even have been influenced without realizing it.

Such an existence is truly terrifying...

Composing herself, she nodded earnestly to Sir Ryan in thanks, saying, "Thank you for informing me, Mr. 'Fate'."

After a pause, she suddenly thought of another question: "Destiny" is a member of the Twilight Hermits and also a member of the Tarot Society. Does this mean that Mr. Fool has some connection, or even cooperation, with Adam, another son of the Creator?

In addition, "Fate" just mentioned the original creator and the ancient sun god who had the title of creator. In other words, there was actually more than one creator in history.

Knowing so many secrets, is "Fate" truly the embodiment of some ancient being?

As her thoughts wandered, she felt that "fate," sitting there leisurely, had become even more mysterious and unfathomable.

On the other side of the bronze table, although it was the second time he had heard such things, "The Moon" Emlyn was still unable to calm down.

With the characteristic that "every word spoken will be known," the leader of the Twilight Hermits Society is, in some ways, no different from a god!

Sigh, sometimes knowing too much is a hassle. Now I have to be careful even when I'm daydreaming or sleeping, and I can't let my thoughts wander or recall these things that I shouldn't think about.

That "Fate" thing is really something. If we can't even mention its name, why bother telling us about it?

You can't ask, you can't think about it; knowing this secret is pure torture.

After a moment of silence, Alger, the "Hanged Man," then began to share some of his recent experiences at sea.

After everyone shared their experiences, the group exchanged some occult knowledge, and then, with a hint from "The Fool" Klein, the tarot session ended.

As streaks of deep red and ethereal light rose from the gray mist, the figures on either side of the mottled long table rapidly dissolved until they disappeared.

In the room of Elemental Dawn Town, Cyril, who was lying quietly in an armchair, suddenly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the fireplace, where the flames had gone out, and gently rubbed his fingers together, causing the crimson flames to leap up again.

After stretching his body a little, he took out a harmonica from his pocket, brought it to his lips, infused it with spiritual energy, and gently blew on it.

After a two-second silence, his intuition was suddenly stirred, and he belatedly realized that there was a gray-white figure in front of him.

Cyril's gaze lingered briefly on Erdfana.

Although the other person's face was still withered and aged, it gave people a more natural feeling.

After withdrawing his gaze, he raised his hand, and a stack of drawing papers on the table not far away seemed to come alive, leaping nimbly into his hand.

"Could you please deliver these paintings to Edwina for me? You should be able to locate her, right?"

Erdfana nodded slightly: "If that copy of Grosser's Travels hadn't left her ship."

Cyril wanted to complain about the strange place the mark was placed, but considering that it was a ship that the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" had noticed, it wasn't surprising that Erdfana didn't directly mark the "Golden Dream".

He paused, then continued, "I want to record a few extraordinary abilities."

"It's very simple."

The basement of the Workers' Mutual Aid Association office building in the eastern part of Backlund.

Suddenly, layers of invisible ripples spread out, and a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols appeared silently.

Behind the door, a pair of pale hands reached out and pressed against the illusory door frame.

Immediately afterwards, Boutis, dressed in a long black robe, walked out from behind the door with a stiff and heavy body.

Behind him, on the other side of the illusory gate, there was a dark, sticky substance that seemed to be flowing with an evil liquid.

They surged forth, seemingly about to burst forth from behind the door, but before they could truly get close, the illusory door vanished in an instant.

In the basement illuminated by the dim candlelight, the shadows suddenly surged, engulfing the flickering flames and transforming into a dark, viscous "ocean" filled with the aura of decadence.

A moment later, the shadow that had surged like an "ocean" receded.

The dim, flickering candlelight illuminated the basement again. Boutis knelt on the ground, his head almost touching the earth. Beneath his black robe, his pale, almost translucent skin seemed to be crawling with countless insects.

His body trembled slightly, but his eyes held an undisguised fervor. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest and kept murmuring words of praise to the "true Creator": "Praise be to you, the Creator of all things."

You are the master behind the curtain of shadows;

You are the fallen nature of all living beings...

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Behind him, the shadow swayed slightly, and then a tall, slender figure in a sharp suit emerged from it.

He looked very young, with very good features, but his face seemed to be shrouded in a faint, dark veil, making it difficult to see many details.

Kesma, the "Dark Saint" of the Aurora Society!

Emerging from the shadows, Kesma frowned at Butis: "Butis, what happened to you this time?"

After waiting a while, Boutis, having finished his prayers, stood up and said calmly, "The 'Ancient Evil' of the Rose School."

Beneath the barely visible, dimly lit curtain, Kesma's expression was somewhat strange: "You seem to have had some bad luck these past few days. Perhaps you could consider asking Lord Urolius for a blessing."

"Sometimes the dangers brought by misfortune may seem insignificant, but the potential risks are very high. When a person is down on their luck, anything can happen."

He said this with a sigh, recalling a bad experience from the past.

That stemmed from a time when Lord Urolius was in a bad state and unable to control his power, which created an uncontrollable field of misfortune around him.

On that occasion, their local aurora club's base almost went under because of ridiculous reasons such as stepping out with your left foot first and someone brewing coffee on a stove.

...If God hadn't taken on the misfortune for everyone at that time, I would have choked to death on my own saliva.

Boutis paused for a moment, then said, "Lord Urolius discovered some unusual disturbances in fate and went to investigate."

"Once Lord Urolius's matter is settled, I will hold a ceremony to ask Him to remove the misfortune from my body."

Ksma nodded slightly, then asked, "Where did you pick up this bad luck?"

"Something has happened to the School of Life. Their leader is missing and is likely restarting somewhere. It shouldn't be such a coincidence that you ran into him."

"It is said that the sleepless members of the Church of the Night, upon reaching a certain sequence, will also wield the power of misfortune. Whom did you encounter, or what was the sealed artifact?"

Boutis lowered his eyes, a slight glint appearing in his deep gaze: "He was a stranger, a 'traveler' I encountered while wandering the spirit world."

"I originally wanted to see if he was related to the Abraham family and the death of Louis. Before I could take any action, my spiritual intuition gave me a great warning that a terrifying being was watching me."

"After leaving the spirit world, I found myself plagued by misfortune."

"He must possess a terrifying sealed artifact related to the Wheel of Fate. It was that same sealed artifact that affected me back in the Spirit Realm."

"An unfamiliar 'traveler'..." Ksma murmured, then asked, "The Tamara family, or the Gnostic?"

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

"It could also be an apprentice from outside the Abraham family who was re-trained. Both divination and clues about Louis's death previously pointed to the Abraham family."

"They may have found a powerful backer, or they may have found a way to circumvent the full moon's 'eating words' and are now launching their revenge."

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