eurekapd Chapter 203 Altar
Chapter 203 Altar
Chapter 203 Altar
"The Robin Hood... 'Black Emperor'?"
After a half-second silence, Klein suddenly tilted his chin up and said, "That's right, it's me!"
"Oh." Cyril nodded and turned to leave.
"Aren't you even a little bit surprised?" Klein's eyes widened, and he almost lost control of his "clown-like" facial expression.
Cyril thought for a moment, then said in an affected and exaggerated tone:
"Wow!!"
Klein: (I.I.II)
"Let's keep it normal..."
After a brief pause, he briefly described what he had discovered at Kapin’s villa and what he had done.
Finally, he added, "There's a lot of something strange about this."
"First of all, Kapin is just an ordinary wealthy man and human trafficker. Although he has some wealth, he can't afford to hire so many extraordinary individuals to protect him, including one Sequence 6 and several Sequence 7 individuals."
"Secondly, those extraordinary individuals who protected him were all from the 'Arbitrator' pathway, which, as far as I know, is primarily controlled by the royal family in Rune."
"Also, after I caused that commotion, the first person to arrive was not the church, but a military extraordinary individual who was most likely a demigod."
"This is what I deduced from the subsequent digestion progress of the 'Magician' potion."
"Oh, by the way, I also found the person Mr. 'The Hanged Man' told us to keep an eye out for at Capin's villa. Although he changed his appearance and put on a disguise, I still recognized him."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully, then whispered:
"Clearly, the royal family of Rune is involved in this matter, but it shouldn't be purely for profit. Money is no longer that important to those true upper-class nobles."
He paused, his gaze falling on the last paragraph of the newspaper, his tone rising slightly:
"So, how many gold tablets did you collect from the safe at the Kapin Villa?"
Upon hearing this question, Klein's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying:
"I didn't do that!"
Sirien sighed and shook his head: "That's a bit of a pity. You almost paid off your debts and even became a little rich."
Klein: (speaking)
To be honest, I'm already starting to regret it.
After some small talk, Cyril revealed the most important reason he had come here that evening:
"I need to document a few more 'paper doll substitutes'."
After leaving Klein, Cyril went to Owen's house to tell Owen and the others who had teleported away earlier that he was safe, and then quietly returned home through the Mirror World.
Ignoring the black gloves that were being flaunted on the desk, Cyril dragged over a chair and sat down, recalling the events of the evening.
...Tonight's "puppet" was most likely chasing after the "Crimson Corona," but how did he discover and lock onto the "Crimson Corona"?
Is it because of the noise I made while creating the "full moon," or is there a dent on this magical object that I haven't noticed?
It's a pity that the "puppet" of the Rose School didn't survive.
However, since the "Crimson Moon Crown" has already been given to Klein for him to trade with Miss Sharon, I don't need to worry about that issue anymore.
On another note, the mysterious reappearance of "The Ugly Duckling" is truly powerful. Tonight, I was able to make a demigod flee in disarray, and it deserves 99% of the credit.
However, there are some things to note. Demigods with divinity can resist this pollution to a certain extent. Although they still cannot avoid it, they can put up some resistance.
Even though the demigod is weakened, his resistance is still extremely dangerous for me now.
If it weren't for the "puppet" demigod using a curse that required establishing a connection between the two parties, and if I hadn't happened to have recorded a few "paper doll substitutes," things would have definitely gone wrong.
We also need to be wary of followers of evil gods and those favored by righteous gods. They can resist corruption, so they are more resistant to corruption than ordinary demigods.
Tonight's battle also shows that although the pollution I actively displayed by relying on the mysterious reappearance of "Ugly Duckling" is of a very high nature, it is actually only at the level of an angel.
This is probably due to my own level of expertise, but it's perfectly adequate.
Anyway, as long as I have the "Ugly Duckling" mark on me, I can walk sideways with anyone below the level of a demigod, and even challenge a demigod. I'll cower before angels.
Hmm... so I need to find another opportunity to "record" the "Ugly Duckling" story with Bernadette. This mysterious re-enactment is just too useful.
As his thoughts drifted, his inspiration was suddenly struck, and as soon as he looked up, he saw green vines hanging down in front of him.
These vines intertwined and covered the surroundings like a torrential rain.
In the blink of an eye, Cyril was transported from his room to a lush green forest.
Bernadette wore a girlish yellow cake dress, a black old-fashioned soft hat, and a thin checkered tulle that covered her face. She leaned back on a swing made of intertwined vines.
Before Cyril could speak, several pages of Russell's diary, with messy and illegible handwriting, floated down from mid-air and landed in front of him, where he caught them.
"This is the diary entry I need you to translate today. I'll be leaving Backlund for a while afterward, so I need you to settle the teaching content for the next few days in advance."
"Translating these diaries in one go shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"
Before Cyril could finish her hesitant words, Bernadette added, "I've found a clue to a magical item that contains the 'Traveler' attribute."
Sirion nodded firmly immediately: "It's not difficult."
Anyway, it was the emperor who died, not me.
As his thoughts raced, he looked down at Russell's diary in his hand:
"On January 10th, I visited the island of Sonia, also known as the ancient elf island, which has a large number of elf relics and customs.
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"On January 17th, I dreamt of my almost forgotten hometown."
After translating the Russell diary given to him by Bernadette, Cyril asked her to record the mysterious reappearance of "The Ugly Duckling" again.
But his luck seemed to have run out today, as he failed to record either of his two chances.
Considering Bernadette will be leaving Backlund for a while, in order to avoid leaving the only record spot for demigod-level abilities vacant,
He had no choice but to select a new record of a mysterious reappearance at the demigod level.
It took nearly twenty minutes for Cyril to successfully record the mysterious reappearance known as the "Spear of Longinus".
He seriously doubted whether he had been cursed by the "puppet" that night.
Hillston District, a well-known Southland-style restaurant.
In the dimly lit basement, illuminated only by a few candles, the "puppet" who had previously used a magical artifact to steal the contamination from his body and escaped from Cyrien was now huddled in front of a blood-stained altar.
"You are a divine child who should not have been born. You are a prison of curses and an evil that erodes history."
"I pray to you, I ask you for some help..."
Amidst the hoarse, low murmurs, the statue in the center of the altar continuously oozed a black, sticky substance, seemingly flowing with an evil liquid.
The appearance of these sinister liquids caused the surrounding area to boil instantly. They spread outwards but were firmly contained within the basement.
They covered the ground, surged onto the "puppet's" body, making it increasingly stiff and heavy, gradually turning it into a prison for the spirit.
After an unknown amount of time, the thick, black, and eerie liquid that covered the entire basement finally receded.
Pale skulls, with prominent blood vessels in their eyes, tongues with sharp teeth, and all sorts of bizarre shapes have sprouted from the exposed basement floor, walls, and ceiling.
They dried and cracked the moment the evil liquid receded, turning into grayish-white dust and disappearing without a trace.
"Phew~"
Wearing a black clergy robe, with sallow and emaciated skin, sunken eyes, and resembling a dried-up corpse, the "puppet" seemed to come back to life and exhaled a long breath.
Seemingly influenced by the altar, his aura also became sinister and cold, as if he might become twisted in silence at any moment.
His eyes were fixed on the altar ahead with fervor. He knelt on his hands and knees, and loudly praised:
"Praise be to you, divine child who should not have been born, messenger of the great 'Mother Tree' oracle."
He then lowered his head even further:
"Praise be to you, great 'Mother Tree of Desire'!"
"I will carry out your will and bring that heretic before your idol for judgment."
After finishing her conversation with Bernadette, Cyril returned to her bedroom and suddenly frowned, turning her head to look at the desk next to her.
The black glove that loved to act like a gentleman was now lying motionless and quiet on the table, having lost its life-like quality!
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