Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 423 A Second-Rate Choice

After a brief pause, he looked at the somewhat abruptly empty space beside the street and said thoughtfully, "It was either moved out of thin air or sealed away..."

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"This sounds a lot like the tactics used by high-ranking 'apprentices'."

"Is this a conflict between the Aurora Society and the Abraham family?"

Anthony nodded slightly: "Very likely."

"A 'traveler' capable of producing multiple Level 0 sealed artifacts is most likely from the Abraham family."

"If it were any other clandestine organization, they wouldn't have placed so many dangerous Level 0 sealed artifacts on a 'traveler' who wasn't even a demigod."

"Only the Abrahamic family, who lack demigods and have a grudge against the Aurora Society."

As the group talked, a phantom door appeared out of thin air.

Then the elegant and handsome royal demigod, dressed in a sharp evening suit, reappeared.

This time, he toned down his extremely imposing aura and no longer floated in mid-air.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the East End, Fors and Hugh stared blankly at the disappearing flames outside their window, as the night sky returned to its dark and tranquil state.

After a moment, Fors, who had come to her senses, murmured a suggestion: "Hugh, I think we should leave the East End and go to the South End of the Bridge, or the Joewood End, either would be fine."

"The eastern district has been not only chaotic recently, but also dangerous."

Beside her, Xiu, dressed in pajamas, nodded solemnly: "Okay."

"After this explosion, it is estimated that many wild extraordinary individuals hiding here will stay away from the East District, and those gatherings will also choose new locations."

"Although this place is chaotic and easy to hide in, it won't be safe just because you're well hidden. The aftershocks of the battle alone could flatten an entire district."

Fors nodded sullenly: "Yes."

"I'd prefer to find a house that's close to a church, no matter which one."

Hugh glanced at his friend with a complicated expression: "Have you forgotten that we are wild Extraordinary individuals who cannot be detected by the authorities?"

Fors gave an awkward laugh: "Um... then let's keep it a bit further away from the church, but not too far, otherwise it just doesn't feel safe enough."

A chilly wind blew past the window, and the two people in the living room shivered simultaneously.

"Hiss~"

"There probably won't be any further developments, right?"

Hugh nodded: "Mm."

They exchanged a glance, pulled their pajamas tighter, and then headed to their respective bedrooms.

On the island of Olavi, Klein was awakened from his sleep by a sound of prayer.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed helplessly.

"It's so late already, no, it's only this early, it's still the early hours of the morning."

"I wonder if it's Miss 'Justice,' or Lady 'The Magician,' or Lady 'The Hermit'?"

As he whispered, he arrived at the washroom, skillfully took four steps backward, and entered the gray fog.

Inside the magnificent and ancient palace, Klein, leaning back in a high-backed chair, yawned as he listened to the "Magician" lady's prayers, and then gradually became more alert.

"Are there extraordinary beings at the demigod level fighting in the eastern part of Backlund?"

"The explosion lit up most of the night sky, and there was also lightning and strong winds?"

"Are all wild extraordinary individuals this rampant these days?"

He muttered a few words, then turned his head to look at the pile of junk where the radio receiver was, wondering whether he should pull the radio receiver down and ask Arrodes Backlund what had happened.

"Let's forget it. With such a big commotion in Backlund, the Steam Church will definitely use it to investigate. It's better to ask it for the official investigation results in a few days."

After whispering, he spread his spiritual energy to envelop himself, simulating the feeling of falling, and left the space above the gray fog.

The second floor of the Sunya Sea Specialty Restaurant in the south section of the Backland Bridge.

A phantom door was quickly outlined, and then Cyrion stepped out from behind it.

pat!

The black hand bone and the "probability die" formed from the properties extracted from Kexma's body were thrown onto a table not far away by an invisible hand.

After the milky white die spun a few times on the table, a 6 appeared facing upwards.

After glancing at the result given by the "probability dice", Sirion immediately pulled out the drawing paper containing the "Old Days Box", reached inside, and took out a three-tiered jewelry box inlaid with various gems.

The first layer of the jewelry box was open, revealing a miniature house, a few trees, and a small section of street.

Above the tightly closed door of the house hung a sign with the words "Workers' Mutual Aid Association" written in Rune.

Noticing his gaze, Verdu, who had been waiting there, immediately said, "The toyed creatures can be released within 24 hours."

"Release is simple. Just designate an area, a small area almost devoid of life, and swap it with the internal space."

"Hmm." Cyril nodded, raised his hand to let the "probability die" on the table jump into his hand, and then said, "I'm going out for a bit."

After saying that, he took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared from the room.

The East District, the original location of the Workers' Mutual Aid Association.

A group of night watchmen and substitutes who had just arrived surrounded that abrupt blank space on the street.

The next second, a complete house appeared before them without a trace, perfectly fitting the original blank area.

"Who?"

Wearing a long black trench coat, with gentle features and long, dark hair at his temples, the Night Watchman suddenly turned to look at the shadows of the houses on the other side of the street.

The howling wind swirled for a while, and a man wearing a long robe embroidered with lightning patterns shook his head slightly: "The wind here tells me there's no one else around."

He paused, looked at the workers' mutual aid association building that had suddenly appeared behind him, and said thoughtfully, "Or perhaps that person only came for a moment and left, so quickly that even our spiritual intuition didn't react."

"As far as I know, before becoming a skilled teleporter and teleporter, the 'apprentice' has a sequence called 'astrologer'."

"They possess strong spiritual intuition, but also the ability to interfere with divination and spiritual intuition."

The night watchman, dressed in a long black overcoat, nodded slightly, then turned to look at the workers' mutual aid association members who had been brought back.

The building management stated, "Just to be on the safe side, some people will stay outside, while others will go inside the building to conduct an inspection."

"This is very likely a base of the Aurora Society in Backlund, and there may still be many followers of the evil god there."

He had barely finished speaking when a night watchman nearby suddenly called out, "Captain, it seems like this building has been turned upside down?"

The punishers and night watchmen present were all taken aback, belatedly realizing that the house in front of them was indeed facing the wrong direction, with only a back door facing the street.

In the spirit world, Cyril, who was still not far away, awkwardly glanced away.

He pondered whether to use the "Old Box" to reassemble the Workers' Mutual Aid Association building and then release it again.

After a moment, he decided to give up the idea.

Never mind, as long as we change the original back door into the front door, it's not a big problem.

On the contrary, my act of repacking and releasing the building at this time seems like a provocation.

Besides, if these scapegoats and night watchmen hadn't arrived so quickly, I wouldn't have misplaced the building because I was paying attention to them. That intuitive night watchman captain is 90% responsible for this.

After muttering to himself for a while, he placed the "Old Box" into the prepared drawing paper and then left.

Returning to the Sunia Sea specialty restaurant in the southern part of the bridge, the once empty tables are now filled with a sumptuous spread of food and drinks.

Tobias leaned back leisurely in his chair, holding a glass of Olmir red wine, a favorite among the upper nobility.

Noticing Cyril's gaze, he smiled slightly: "It's tradition; after every victorious battle, one should relax and enjoy."

"...Whatever makes you happy."

Cyril turned to look at Verdu and Lawrence, showing them the drawing paper containing the "Old Box," and then said, "I will keep the 'Old Box' for a while, and then I will use it to exchange with you for that divine scroll."

"No problem."

Verdu nodded without the slightest hesitation, as if he had already anticipated this situation.

He nodded slightly, pulled over a chair, and sat down, then looked at Tobias again: "The 'Black Knight's' spoils are yours."

"If you feel bad about it, you can go after Butis. Without the Old Box, he's no longer a threat to you."

"Sure." Tobias smiled and nodded. "Do you know any skilled 'craftsmen'? I want to forge that 'Black Knight' characteristic into a magical item that can nurture souls."

"Then use it to herd a mystic."

Cyril immediately thought of the "craftsman" from the Elemental Dawn who was crafting items from the corpse of Kavituwa, and then nodded, saying, "I'll ask him for you."

He paused, then asked with some curiosity, "How did you manage to dodge the attack from that saint of the Church of Storms?"

Tobias smirked. "Of course... I hid a portion of the flames that I created in the spirit world from the very beginning."

"This 'traveler' ability is still borrowed from you."

"As long as the flames that have been separated are not completely extinguished, it will not affect the integrity of the body; only the aura and spirituality will weaken accordingly."

He paused for a moment, his tone tinged with resentment: "The abilities and spirituality you borrowed afterward almost drained me dry."

"If I hadn't carried the potion that restored my spirituality, I wouldn't even have had the strength to travel back."

Cyril shrugged innocently: "Who would have thought you'd give up so much spirituality?"

"I didn't expect the saints of the Storm Church to arrive so quickly and act so decisively," Tobias said with a hint of helplessness.

From the moment the "probability die" rolls a 2, things start to spiral out of control.

After a moment of silence, Owen couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, "What was it like when you attacked Butis? Tell me about it."

As dawn broke, Cyril, who had been teleported back home, yawned and tossed the "Dice of Probability" onto his desk.

"Give me 6 points."

The milky-white dice spun around a few times before coming to rest at the 5 mark.

Under Sirion's sharp gaze, it lazily flipped over again, now with 6 o'clock facing up.

Seeing this, Sirion nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out the drawing paper containing the "Old Days Box," reached inside, and took out the "Old Days Box."

He carefully examined the three-tiered jewelry box in his hand, its surface a silver-black and inlaid with various gemstones, and whispered, "Adam, are you there?"

After a moment of silence, a gentle and calm voice echoed in his heart: "I'm here."

After a two-second silence, he finally asked, "Will the contents of the 'Box of the Past' help me complete the ascension ritual to 'Arcanist'?"

"Yes, but it's not a good option."

Adam's voice rang out without the slightest hesitation, as if Ping had already anticipated his question and prepared his answer: "Extraordinary traits lack sufficient wisdom, making it difficult to generate clear hostility, and thus offering little help in the 'Mystic' advancement ceremony."

"If I were to weave a personality into it and bring it to life to some extent, it would be affected by the 'primordial hunger of the stars,' filled with an insatiable hunger, which would also be of little help to the 'Arcanist's' ascension ritual."

"Furthermore, you'd better not carry it with you. 'Primal Hunger' represents the essence of devouring and gathering, and the power originating from Him will naturally possess these characteristics and influences."

"Under such influence, you might unknowingly lose your way in the starry sky during a teleportation and encounter a higher-dimensional observer."

After a brief pause, Adam's voice continued to echo in his mind: "At times, it can be useful to you too."

"You can also use its properties to steal more power from those who look down from higher dimensions."

After a moment of silence, Cyril asked, "Can we extract the power of 'Primal Hunger' from the 'Box of the Past' and then reseal it?"

"Yes, but you'll still need to use the traits of 'Planets Walker,' 'Miracleist,' or 'Trojan Horse' to seal it."

I understand, that's fine, but it's not necessary.

Composing himself, he asked again, "Do you have any suggestions regarding the advancement ceremony for 'Arcanist'?"

Adam's voice rang out softly: "The best choice is in the world of the mirror."

"What should I do?" he thought to himself, but what came out of his mouth was, "What should I do?"

"Go to the land forsaken by God, see the truth, and you need His help."

"There, you can also digest the 'Traveler's' potion more quickly."

I just killed a saint of the Aurora Society...

As the thought crossed your mind, Adam's voice rang out: "He will not make things difficult for you."

"As for the less desirable options you're curious about, they are Fenneport, Intis, and Fussac."

"Deep within the spirit realm, there are even less desirable options."

Do I have that many choices?

Cyril stared blankly at the "Box of the Past" in his hand, his thoughts drifting into the distance.