eurekapd Chapter 229 Provocation
Chapter 229 Provocation
Chapter 229 Provocation
"Was that the legendary 'Abyss' I just saw?"
"That 'abyss,' known as the source of all evil, the land of depravity, the abode of demons, the most filthy, depraved, and chaotic place?"
As he whispered, Klein tried to recall the dark scene he had just witnessed, and a sense of unease instinctively welled up inside him.
After suppressing his thoughts, he looked up again and asked curiously:
"You're planning to take this 'door' leading to the abyss with you? Are you sure there won't be any problems?"
"That is the dark side of the universe where even gods can be corrupted. Emperor Roselle mentioned in his diary that those who guard the abyss will eventually be assimilated by it."
Even if it's just an unopened "door," there are still risks.
Cyril replied thoughtfully, "It's just a trial; I'm not sure if I can take a 'door' with me."
"If it doesn't work, I'll find a way to destroy it. Anyway, all I need is the coordinates of the abyss."
Klein pressed further, "What do you need the coordinates of the Abyss for?"
As Sirion got up from the ground, he replied:
"For a high-sequence 'apprentice,' the coordinates of every special location are worth saving."
"You can banish the enemy there, or record the scene and recreate it."
As he spoke, he gently rubbed his fingers together, causing the drawing paper spread on the floor in front of him to float up and fly towards the wall with the stone door.
The symbols on the drawing paper shimmered with starlight, spreading out layers of ethereal blue light in the air, gradually forming a phantom door filled with starlight, and finally overlapping with the stone door embedded in the wall.
Immediately afterwards, the water radiance emanating from the illusory gate suddenly receded, and the illusory gate itself grew smaller and smaller.
After shrinking to less than a meter, all the flashing light began to subside, eventually turning back into an ordinary piece of drawing paper, which floated lightly to the ground.
The front of the drawing paper was filled with abstract symbols of various colors, and from a distance, it looked like a colorful wall.
In the center of the drawing, the interconnected abstract symbols twisted in an unknown way, forming the shape of a door. After looking around and confirming that there was nothing else to take, Sirion clapped his hands and said:
"It's about time we left."
As he clapped his hands, the drawing paper, frames, and other extraordinary materials on the ground flew towards him and surrounded him.
Then, a phantom book, slowly turning its pages, appeared in his dark eyes.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
Brilliant starlight surged around him, swiftly outlining an illusory door.
The day after exploring Amon's Tomb, Cyril went to the Harvest Church and learned from Father Utravsky about several very useful extraordinary abilities of the "Dawn Knight".
He then paid a relatively high price to finally invite Emlyn to treat Lawrence.
He felt that a vampire who had studied under a bishop of the church and was favored by the "Earth Mother Goddess" should be able to heal Lawrence's hidden injuries.
"Alright, I understand your health problem. I will leave you a prescription for treatment and also prepare a few bottles of extraordinary medicine. You should be able to recover your health in less than half a month."
Emlyn tilted his chin slightly back as he looked at Sirion, adding in a subtle tone:
"But you'll need to prepare the materials yourself, or you can pay me separately to buy them."
"This is a truly extraordinary potion. Even if you go to Father Utravsky, it won't help. He's just a superficial 'warrior' and can't concoct such a high-level potion."
"Of course, you can refuse. The conditioning medicine I left behind can gradually improve his poor health condition if used long-term."
"But the effect is slow. If you use your extraordinary abilities frequently or suffer a major emotional blow, your condition will still drop."
"Furthermore, even with extraordinary medicine, it can only restore his already deteriorated health, not make him like a young person, and it cannot prolong his life, but it can guarantee that he will live to die of old age."
Cyril nodded and said calmly, "Make an offer."
Emlyn held up three fingers on his right hand: "300 pounds!"
Lawrence spoke first: "I can pay."
"Pfft!" Emlin clicked his tongue, feeling that he hadn't asked for a high enough price.
Cyril raised his hand and pressed down the three fingers Emlyn had extended in front of him, smiling with little expression on his face:
"Just a heads-up, I have a way to obtain the extraordinary traits corresponding to your vampire barons and viscounts."
"Would you like to reconsider your offer?"
Emlyn hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded:
"100 pounds, that's my bottom line."
"make a deal."
Cyril smiled, snapped his fingers, and ten £10 notes flew out of his pocket and landed in Emlyn's hand.
After collecting his consultation fee, Emlyn stared straight at him:
"About extraordinary characteristics?"
"Just come find me when you need me."
Cyril smiled and waved his hand, stepping aside to make way for him to leave.
As Emlyn left Lawrence's residence, he suddenly stopped and looked back with a furrowed brow.
Cyril didn't seem to give him any assurances just now... Is this guy trying to fool me?
After a brief moment of clarity, he chose to ask the other person again when the medicine was delivered, rather than asking again when it arrived next time.
...Looking back now would not be in line with my noble bloodline status. Asking again next time would be the same. As long as the potion hasn't been given to me, the initiative is in my hands.
Lawrence's residence.
Only after Emlyn left did Cyril reveal his other purpose:
"I plan to go to sea to consume the 'Record Officer' potion, and I need to record more 'teleports' to facilitate my travels to and from Backlund."
"At sea..." Lawrence murmured, nodding.
"That is indeed a great location for role-playing. There are many scenic spots and customs that can be recorded between the island's natives and the colonists from other countries."
"Furthermore, the influence of the Church on the high seas is relatively weak, and the identities of extraordinary individuals are not kept secret. Battles between extraordinary individuals often occur, making it convenient for you to record extraordinary abilities."
He paused briefly, then pulled a chair over and pushed it in front of Sirion before continuing:
"Verdu will come to see me tonight. You can wait for him here, and he can demonstrate 'teleportation' for you."
"Before that, I think I need to tell you the detailed plan for organizing the Extraordinary Gathering in the coming period. Once you go to sea to act as the 'Record Officer,' our communication will not be as smooth."
"no problem."
Cyril nodded and pulled over a chair to sit down.
Late at night, after Verdu repeatedly demonstrated, Cyril finally exchanged most of his slots for teleportation, which allowed him to record extraordinary abilities from Sequence 5 to Sequence 6.
After returning home, he quietly teleported away with the "ghost frame" he had brought from Amon's tomb.
Within the Quaternary Tufon Empire ruins beneath Williams Street.
In front of the high-backed chair stained with mottled rust, glittering starlight flew out from the void, reforming into a shimmering, illusory door.
As soon as Sirion stepped out from behind the door, Soren Einhorn Medici's figure appeared simultaneously on the rust-stained high-backed chair, his legs crossed and leaning back casually, looking both relaxed and arrogant.
Before he could speak, the three mouths on the evil spirit's face spoke first:
"What did Adam send you here for this time?"
"Sequence 6?"
"Why are you getting worse as you get older?"
Cyril smiled, completely ignoring what the other person said, and handed over the picture frame that was covered by the "black curtain". "I'm about to leave Backlund. We've been friends for a long time, so I came to give you a gift."
"I carefully selected this; it suits you perfectly, um...you guys."
A flicker of disdain crossed Medici's handsome face, which also appeared somewhat sinister due to his identity as an evil spirit:
"Bringing gifts? Are you sure you don't just want to come and get me to digest the 'Provocateur's' potion?"
"With your clumsy rhetoric, you should be here to learn how to pick fights, but before you start, you'd better drink a bottle of 'Troublemaker' potion."
Cyril raised an eyebrow: "Provocation?"
"I don't think I need to learn from you."
As he spoke, he took out a clear monocle from his pocket and, under the gaze of the evil spirit Medici, pushed it into his right eye socket.
boom!
A reddish-yellow fireball hurtled towards them, but Cyril blocked it with his "Ghost Frame".
The intense heatwave whipped up the hair on his forehead and made the monocle in his hand scorching hot, so he casually tossed it away.
Medici, who had been leaning back in the high-backed chair, straightened up, stared at him, and said through slightly gritted teeth:
"Very good, you really don't need to learn any more selection techniques."
The wounds on his left and right cheeks split open, and illusory teeth and tongues grew out, uttering mocking words:
"Haha, foolish Medici, you actually fell for such a little trick."
"How embarrassing!"
Medici curled his lip in disdain:
"Ha, didn't the two of you contribute to propelling that fireball just now?"
After a brief pause, he focused his gaze on the framed painting in Cyrien's hand, where the "black curtain" had been dispersed by the flames:
"Amon's 'Ghost Frame'?"