Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 66 Gifts and Amulets

After finishing his church business at St. Samuel's Church, it was already night.

After a busy day, he has now returned to his home in the West District.

A dozen or so sumptuous dishes were laid out on the table, and the gas lamps bathed the entire restaurant in a warm and hazy yellow light.

An Ruowang was enjoying her dinner with great pleasure, her chopsticks occasionally making a soft sound as they touched the porcelain plate.

The chopsticks were specially made for him.

Although he can now use a knife and fork skillfully, he is not used to it and does not want to use it.

Just then, as An Ruowang had expected, someone came to the door.

He looked up and followed his instincts.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, he raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised: "Hmm? Ms. Sharon, what brings you here?"

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a cool, silvery-white glow on the floor.

And at the boundary between the silvery white and the shadows, a figure dressed in a black court dress had appeared there at some point.

Pale golden hair, porcelain-white skin, and a pair of deep blue eyes that seemed particularly profound in the dim light.

The visitor was not Grelint as he had expected, but Miss Sharon.

She stood there, her eyes downcast, looking somewhat aggrieved: "—You don't welcome me?"

No, that's not what I meant.

An Ruowang chuckled and explained, "I just didn't expect you to come, so it was a pleasant surprise."

He stood up, pulled out the chair opposite him, and gestured to Sharon, "Since you're here, why don't you eat something with me? It's not very interesting for me to eat alone."

Because of the Church of the Night, his training schedule with Sharon was temporarily put on hold today, so he didn't expect Sharon to come over in the evening.

Since we're already here, let's have a meal together.

He wasn't just being polite to Sharon; he genuinely had this need.

This villa is great in every way, except the dining room is a bit too big.

After all, it was originally intended for hosting banquets.

When he ate, his servants and steward were not allowed to sit at the table with him.

An Ruowang didn't pretend to be kind or preach about equality, and didn't ask them to have dinner with him.

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However, this leads to a problem—eating alone in such a large place without a TV or cell phone can feel rather lonely and desolate.

Seeing that she wasn't unwelcome, Sharon took a step and walked over quietly.

As she approached, a faint, sweet fragrance wafted over.

Upon approaching An Ruowang, Sharon first gave him a curtsy, saying, "Thank you."

Then, she raised her eyes and truly noticed Aleister's current attire—a black and red priestly robe.

Is this—the priest's robe of the Church of the Night?

Noticing Sharon's gaze, An Ruowang boldly showed off her skills.

He opened his arms, turned around from side to side, and asked with a smile, "How is it? I just got it today, and I think it looks pretty good."

Putting aside the class attributes of clothing, everyone has the desire to dress up and wear nice clothes, and An Ruowang is no exception.

Sharon looked at Aleister's face, paused for a second, and slowly said, "—Beautiful."

"Speaking of which..."

An Ruowang suddenly remembered something, turned her gaze to Sharon, and carefully looked her over from beginning to end.

Faced with his scrutiny, Sharon's hand unconsciously clenched slightly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." An Ruowang smiled slightly. "To thank Teacher Sharon for protecting and guiding me these past few days, I prepared a gift. I originally planned to give it to you tomorrow, but it just so happens that it's here now."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

The next instant, a black curtain appeared in front of Sharon's eyes, completely obscuring An Ruowang's hands.

This is the magician's ability to create a "black curtain," a dark screen used to conceal things.

In fact, for An Ruowang now, this is unnecessary.

However, a qualified "magic master" will not pass up any opportunity to perform.

Sharon's eyes flickered slightly as her gaze fell upon the black curtain.

Through that layer of emptiness and darkness, she seemed to be able to vaguely see something changing in its outline, but when she looked closely, she couldn't see anything clearly.

It was a strange feeling, like looking at a painting through a mosaic, knowing there was something there, but unable to touch the reality.

Before she could even look for a few seconds, An Ruowang withdrew her spiritual power to create a cover-up.

The dense darkness vanished instantly, as if a curtain had been drawn back.

In his palm, an open black velvet box appeared, inside which lay a delicate silver necklace.

An Ruowang handed it forward, her tone somewhat smug: "How is it? I made it myself."

When Saint Anthony suggested he find a hobby, for some reason, An Ruowang remembered the amulets that Klein made for Benson and Melissa using ritual magic in the original story.

When he got interested and was bored, he gathered some materials on his way back and decided to make one himself.

After being promoted to "machine", An Ruowang became very skillful.

Furthermore, the small world's control over the items within its body is akin to that of a precision machine tool, allowing the gift to be completed quickly and efficiently.

Upon hearing this, Sharon's gaze fell on the necklace.

The necklace's chain is as thin as a hair, made up of countless tiny silver rings that are precisely interlocked. The pendant is a lily woven from silver wire, with layers upon layers of petals, each as thin as a cicada's wing. The carving is exquisite and ingenious.

A pure, clear sapphire is set at the center of the flower, its color deep and bright, just like Sharon's gaze at this moment.

After examining it carefully, she gave her assessment: "Very beautiful."

An Ruowang explained, "Besides being beautiful, it's also a talisman. Although it's not particularly powerful, it can still ward off misfortune to some extent and bring peace of mind and body. It should be of some use to you."

Sharon stared at the necklace in the box in An Ruowang's hand, and was momentarily stunned by An Ruowang's gaze.

Therefore, An Ruowang spoke in a strange tone, like a Japanese person: "Teacher, you probably don't want to refuse your student's kind offer and cause him immense grief, do you?"

Upon hearing An Ruowang's words, Sharon seemed to snap out of her daze.

She slowly and gently reached out, picked up the necklace, held it in her palm, looked down at it, and whispered, "—Thank you."

The last gift she received was a graduation present from her teacher.

"You're welcome."

An Ruowang smiled and said, "Would you like to try it now?"

Sharon looked up at him, her eyes softening with affection: "Okay."

As she spoke, Sharon turned slightly to the side, turning her back to him.

Her long, light golden hair cascaded over her shoulders. She raised her hand, gently gathered her hair, and swept it to one side, revealing a section of her fair and slender nape: "—You keep an eye on things for me."

An Ruowang was stunned for a moment, then realized that she wanted him to fasten the necklace himself, and she would hold it for him.

"it is good."