eurekapd Chapter 160 A Request from the Witch
Chapter 160 A Request from the Witch
Chapter 160 A Request from the Witch
Cyril stared at his captivating face in the full-length mirror for a long time, then suddenly said:
"This seems to be mirror magic that allows for remote communication. Are you still in Backlund?"
The charming, beautiful face reflected in the mirror curved its lips into a slight smile, letting out a soft, alluring laugh:
"hehe."
"Are you wondering how I can locate you so accurately?"
"Don't worry, I didn't collect your blood or hair, after all... I couldn't bear to~"
Hearing that intimate voice, Cyril's breathing involuntarily quickened, and she felt all the blood rushing to her lower body: "The witch's allure is truly deadly."
He slightly bowed to hide his embarrassment, then explained with a dry laugh:
"I'm just a little curious."
Clarice in the mirror covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her gray eyes staring straight at him, her gaze seemingly reflecting the shimmering light of a lake under the sunlight.
Her face remained unchanged, but suddenly lost its previous allure, becoming pure and sacred, making one unable to harbor even the slightest thought of profanity.
If you could date an "ageless witch," it would be like having any type of girlfriend...
The thoughts that had just begun to wander in his mind suddenly stopped, and the worry in Sirion's eyes quickly faded, restoring his clarity.
He shook his head slightly to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts before looking at the pure and beautiful face reflected in the mirror.
The latter smiled gently at him, and that alluring charm that stirred primal desires reappeared.
With a dark expression, Sirion looked away, only glancing at the mirror in front of him out of the corner of his eye:
Are you kidding me?
"Isn't it obvious?" Clarice chuckled and retorted, watching Sirion's slightly clenched teeth and helpless expression.
Her smile grew even brighter.
"Alright, let's get down to business."
"The Steam Church is probing the entire Backlund in some way that I don't know about. It's most likely some magical artifact or special sealed object they've created, which forces me to temporarily withdraw from Backlund."
"I need you to find out some information about this for me, and preferably how to avoid being detected, so that I can get back to you."
At this point, Clarice's face in the mirror revealed three parts sadness, three parts loneliness, and four parts longing.
For no apparent reason, Sirion felt a mix of pity, heartache, and anger. He couldn't help but want to comfort the other person and reach out to touch their face.
Until the icy touch on his hand brought him back to his senses.
Xireen stared blankly at his right hand, which was gently stroking the mirror. Then, recalling his thoughts and actions just now, his face flushed red and then darkened.
He looked at Clarice in the mirror, who seemed to be suppressing a laugh, and gritted his teeth slightly, saying:
"Don't bewitch me!"
Clarice in the mirror chuckled lightly, seemingly unconcerned by Cyril's reaction, and said:
"Your mind is truly unwavering. Most extraordinary individuals would have fallen deeply in love with me after so many times of my charm, and would be hopelessly in love with me."
"Could you tell me what belief makes your will so firm?"
Cyril didn't want to answer the question, but his body language spoke volumes:
"It's probably... the will to survive."
"Survival instinct? That's a surprising answer..."
"I think I'm becoming more and more interested in you. When I return to Backlund, we must continue our sincere and passionate love."
She muttered a couple of things to herself, then suddenly looked at Cyril with a captivating smile and asked:
"So, what's your opinion on my request?"
The smile momentarily stunned Sirien, and it took him a beat to realize what the other person was talking about.
Then the love-struck little figure and the rational little figure above his head fought until the rational little figure impaled the love-struck little figure and threw it away.
He then gathered his thoughts and gave his answer:
"I can try, but success is not guaranteed. Also, this is not free; I need tangible compensation."
Clarisse in the mirror smiled at him: "How about I give you a warm hug when you succeed?"
"Hmm? Not satisfied? Then how about a loving kiss?"
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"Still not satisfied...? If you want to take it a step further, that's not out of the question..."
With a dark expression, Sirius looked at the beautiful, charming, shy yet affectionate face in the mirror, and his heart involuntarily pounded a few times.
Taking a deep breath to calm his agitated desires, he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice:
"I need tangible rewards more than these: gold pounds, extraordinary materials, or potion recipes, anything is acceptable."
Clarice in the mirror looked at him with a disappointed, tearful, and somewhat resentful expression:
"So, in your eyes, I'm not as appealing as cold, hard gold coins and materials..."
Cyril shook his head slightly: "These are two things that cannot be compared."
...Even if Cheek comes, he'll have to be ranked after my brother, Gold Pound.
As his thoughts drifted, he saw Clarice's captivating smile reappear on her face in the mirror.
"I am an Intis, and I don't have your Rune's gold pounds. As for extraordinary materials, I naturally didn't bring them with me."
Cyril stood in front of the mirror, looking at her calmly.
Not seeing the expression she wanted, she sighed softly before continuing:
"Since you are an extraordinary individual who has passed through the 'Apprentice' pathway, you might know about the Tamara family."
Cyril controlled his expression, feigning surprise:
"That angelic family that mastered part of the apprenticeship pathway during the Fourth Age?"
"That's right." Clarice in the mirror nodded slightly.
"I'm also a descendant of the Tamara family, so... would you like the 'Recorder,' the 'Traveler,' or both?"
Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly and asked tentatively, "No 'Arcanist' or 'Wanderer'?"
Clarisse looked at him with a smile: "Yes, we have even angel-level potion recipes and ingredients, but only if you truly join this family."
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Thinking of the complicated parent-child and male-female relationships in witch families, Cyril instinctively shook her head and rejected the suggestion.
"These are too far in the future, I'd better think about what's in front of me first."
"I will help you find out as soon as possible how the Steam Church can probe the entirety of Backlund, and how to circumvent it. In exchange, I hope to obtain the 'Traveler's' potion recipe."
Clarisse smiled and nodded in the mirror: "No problem, I can tell you about the ritual now. This is a sign of my trust in you, so don't let me down~"
Cyril reached up and pressed his hand to his chest; he suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
Clarisse ignored his reaction and continued her story:
"The specific ritual involves establishing special coordinates in four completely different and far-away locations deep within the spirit world."
"As far as I know, this ritual can also be replaced by a magical item that allows one to return directly from the spirit world to reality; the principle seems to involve returning from the spirit world to reality."
"I hope you can come soon, I can't wait to see you, I want to hug you face to face~"
After leaving behind a provocative remark, Clarice's figure in the mirror abruptly disappeared, and then the deep mirror surface returned to normal.
"So, how exactly did she locate me?"
"The influence of a Sequence 3 Saint extends to a large city, but she's no longer in Backlund. How did she manage that?"
"The Mirror World... Perhaps she left some special arrangements in the Mirror World somewhere in Backlund."
As he whispered, Cyril reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold coin, which bounced into the air with a thud.
On a dark, surreal, and unreal road, Cyril walked and stopped, occasionally tossing out a gold coin.
Around him, countless similar, unreal roads stretched out without direction or distinction, forming a complex and mysterious "spider web" that wove together a profound and bizarre mirror world different from reality.
"It should be around here, otherwise Clarice wouldn't be able to locate me so precisely."
Cyril whispered as he wandered around the mirrored world around him.
He was searching for the arrangements Clarice had left in the mirror world. Although she didn't seem to pose any threat or malice, it was still too dangerous to have a "witch" who could locate his home at any time.
"It's a bit troublesome. Even if I find it, I can't take action immediately, otherwise it would be equivalent to breaking ties with the other party."
"Besides me, who else can travel between the mirror world... Miss Sharon, or Klein in his spirit form?"