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Chapter 298 Lightning Strike Incident
Chapter 298 Lightning Strike Incident
...Indeed, one shouldn't be curious in the mysterious world; you never know when you might run into a big shot.
Composing himself, he looked down at Cyril and asked, "Adam not only saw me, but he should also have discovered your traitorous nature. Are there any problems?"
Cyril shrugged. "No, given how much attention He pays to me, He should have known by now."
"Since you didn't say so, it means you don't mind if I take on an extra job elsewhere."
...Taking on an extra job—this is the first time I've heard someone describe traitorous behavior in such a refreshing and sophisticated way.
After mentally grumbling to himself, Klein ended the conversation.
Instead of leaving the space above the gray fog immediately, he took off the citrine pendant on his wrist and began to perform divination.
Although Cyril said there was no problem, I still wanted to check it out to feel more at ease.
In the hotel room, Cyril looked at the crystal ball in his hand and asked thoughtfully, "What abilities do you have now?"
The eye in the crystal ball blinked, inexplicably revealing a sense of humility and fear.
(—;)
I haven't done anything yet, why do you look so scared?
Did Adam weave in it some kind of cowardly human nature, or the intuition of a magical object?
He muttered a couple of things to himself, then raised the crystal ball in his hand and held it to his forehead.
Inside the crystal ball, a deep purple hue flashed in the seemingly living eye, transforming it into a sacred and wise one, as if it could see through all the secrets within its reach.
"The Eye of Secrets!"
At the same time, Cyril discovered that he had gained a new perspective in his mind, as if he had grown a third, invisible, magical eye.
In the view of the "third eye," the originally ordinary hotel room suddenly became distorted and eerie.
Everything in the room became vibrant, and with just a little concentration, information within sight would appear directly in his mind.
He saw a part of the spirit world directly!
Then, he looked up thoughtfully, and as his thoughts drifted, his vision suddenly expanded. He saw a more expansive spirit realm, and seven pure rays of light covering the highest point of the spirit realm, seemingly eternal and unchanging, yet constantly flowing closely together.
As he looked at the seven beams of pure light, he also felt a gaze directed at him from above the spirit realm, but he only glanced at it before looking away.
Seeing this, Sirion also withdrew his gaze and re-examined the room where he was temporarily staying.
He saw the traces left by his extraordinary abilities, the mirror world shimmering with a ghostly light behind the mirror, and a small amount of residual spirit remaining where the corpse had been.
After looking around twice, he looked down at himself.
What meets the eye is a dazzling, ever-changing and distorting starlight, beyond which lies an endless shadow, as if covering everything in the world.
Click!
The illusory sound of shattering glass rang out.
Coming to his senses, Sirion quickly removed the crystal ball from his forehead and then saw a layer of spiderweb-like, illusory cracks inside the crystal ball, tinged with colorful starlight.
At the very center of the crack, the eye sealed within the crystal ball was bloodshot, like the eye of someone who had worked overtime for a week straight and was on the verge of sudden death.
'
"It shouldn't be broken, right?"
The eye inside the crystal ball blinked at him once, then fell silent, seemingly withdrawn.
After a moment's thought, Sirion casually placed the crystal ball on the desk beside him, then lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
He could clearly feel his own aura filling the crystal.
This is the pollution that the "Eye of Secrets" has suffered after seeing itself, and this pollution is gradually influencing and transforming it.
Perhaps when I wake up tomorrow morning, I will receive a Crystal Ball 3.0.
Shortly after he lay down, the bloodshot eyes in the crystal ball on the desk gradually faded, and a hint of blue appeared in the originally brown eyes.
Upon waking the next day, Sirion went straight to his desk and found that the spiderweb-like cracks inside the crystal ball had completely disappeared, and the eye sealed inside the crystal ball had changed from its original pitch black to azure blue.
He also sensed a sense of closeness and reverence in that eye that blinked occasionally.
"Living magical objects are better; just scare them a little and they'll behave."
He muttered something under his breath, put on his coat, and headed for the door, intending to find a hotel waiter to bring him breakfast.
As soon as he opened the door, he was stunned. There were quite a few people standing in the hallway outside the room, and the originally wide hallway suddenly became crowded.
After a moment of silence, he reached out and patted the nearest tenant, asking curiously, "Why are so many people crowded in the aisle? What happened?"
The gentleman, dressed in a thick fur coat, wearing a top hat, and holding a cane, turned and glanced at Sirion.
He was nearly two meters tall and had a burly build. His fur coat was so big that it bulged out of his clothes. From a distance, he looked like a black bear standing upright.
...This is truly a beastly version of a gentleman.
As Sirion muttered to himself, the tall, seemingly irritable and violent gentleman removed his hat, pressed it to his chest, and gave him a perfectly proper gentleman's bow.
Good morning, young gentleman.
"This morning, the hotel was struck by lightning, damaging the roof and some windows. Cold winds are blowing in, and some rooms are temporarily uninhabitable. Until the workers repair them, everyone has to stay outside."
He paused, glanced into the room behind Sir Ryan, and then remarked, "It seems you were very lucky, sir, to have escaped unscathed and had a good night's sleep."
What he really wanted to say was: How soundly you must be sleeping to not hear such a loud thunderclap, and the noise outside in the hallway didn't affect your sleep at all.
But such vulgar language is unbecoming of his gentlemanly status.
Xi Ruien nodded somewhat guiltily: "I've been too tired these past few days, so I slept quite soundly last night."
As he spoke, he glanced back at the crystal ball on the desk, which contained an eye; the lightning strike that struck the hotel was clearly a result of its negative influence.
...I shouldn't be so greedy for this peace and quiet. If I removed the spiritual wall before going to sleep, I would be able to detect the lightning strike immediately and put it away.
He sighed inwardly, closed the door, went downstairs to find the waiter who was being pestered by guests complaining and demanding compensation, ordered breakfast, and then returned to the room.
Beside the fireplace, the azure eye inside the crystal ball looked at Sirion's serious face and suddenly felt a little guilty.
Then, streaks of brilliant starlight flashed inside the crystal ball, projecting onto the floor and forming lines of words: "Attracting lightning is an instinct I cannot control; at most, I can only make the lightning strikes avoid your location."
"Wow, you've gotten smarter! You even know how to communicate with me using words now."
He muttered something in surprise, then asked, "How often do you trigger lightning strikes?"
Inside the crystal ball, starlight flickered a few times, and the words projected onto the floor not far away changed accordingly: "The frequency of lightning strikes is related to the weather; my existence only amplifies the probability of being struck by lightning in the surrounding area."
...That makes sense.
After muttering something, he asked again, "Are you still thirsting for knowledge?"
The words projected onto the floor changed again: "Yes, respected being, acquiring more knowledge is my greatest pursuit and the meaning of my existence."
"But if it were you, I could control this instinct; all I need to do is let you read more books in your spare time."
Cyril raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "Since you pursue knowledge, can you use 'mystical reappearance' to draw power from your knowledge of occultism and create magic or witchcraft?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just a magical item, and I can't create new spells on my own."
"But if I could master the spell knowledge that has already taken shape from the mystical reappearance, I could recreate it."
Is the lack of innovation due to a lack of prior experience?
Composing himself, he nodded: "I understand. I will find someone to trade some existing magical knowledge."
After a slight pause, he asked again, "What is the probability that the Hidden Sage will notice you each time you use your ability? Also, who notices it, you or me?"
This time, the starlight inside the crystal ball flickered for a while before finally projecting a complete sentence onto the floor: "This will gradually accumulate with the number of times the ability is used and the time spent on it. If it is kept to within three times a day, it will basically go unnoticed. If it exceeds this limit, the probability of being watched will gradually increase."
"For that 'embodiment of knowledge,' noticing me is the same as noticing you."
"The gaze of 'A venerable being, from the hidden sage' is not dangerous to you, and you can gain a lot of knowledge from it; the same is true for me."
Cyril nodded, then placed the crystal ball into the painted world to prevent it from causing lightning strikes in the surrounding area again.
After tidying up the room, he took his leather suitcase downstairs to the front desk to check out and then headed straight to the pier.
He wanted to take a boat trip to see other islands in the Caracas archipelago and also observe the local whaling industry from the sea.
As for the assassination mission on Sonia Island sent by the Twilight Hermits, he was still waiting for the pirates under the "Deep Sea Admiral" to go to the dock's stronghold. He needed to know who that arsenal was sold to.
At the pier, after buying a ticket for the next ferry to the southern islands of the Caracas, Cyril spotted a familiar figure among the crowd boarding behind him.
Angelina, the butler of Nash's Twilight Sword.
The other person was still dressed the same as before, with long, fiery red hair braided into a large plait, a leather whip wrapped around his waist, a gun holster strapped to his thigh, and a dagger on his calf.
Thanks to her fully armed appearance, the surrounding passengers spontaneously kept a meter or two away from her, which allowed Cyril to spot her in the crowd at a glance.
Seeing the other party approach, Cyril nodded in greeting and then asked, feigning ignorance, "Are your official Beyonders in Fursac allowed to leave their assigned areas at will?"
Angelina explained with a serious expression, "I was on a mission assignment, not deserting my post."
The Black Octopus, part of the "Vice Admiral of the Deep Sea" fleet, recently appeared on White Whale Island, south of Nass. Its captain, "Bonebreaker" Basil, is a Sequence 6 Beyonder.
"The local garrison on White Whale Island is insufficient to deal with such a large pirate and other pirate groups looking to make a quick buck. We need Nass's support."
...It's "Vice Admiral of the Deep Sea" again. I absolutely do not believe there was no script or interference from the Twilight Hermits.
Composing himself, he looked at Angelina and chuckled softly, "So you just casually took a passenger ship there?"
Angelina didn't answer, but the expression on her face clearly said: You're also a troublesome one that needs to be watched and guarded against.
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