leonardwarren Chapter 197 A Series of Prayers
Chapter 197 A Series of Prayers
Chapter 197 A Series of Prayers
After returning to the South Bridge area from Nibais's manor in the North District, Cyril did not go home immediately, but instead had Emlyn take him to the Harvest Church.
In the dimly lit hall, Father Utravsky, dressed in a brown priest's robe embroidered with symbols such as flowers, wheat, and springs, sat bowed beneath the emblem of life, his hands clasped together in front of his mouth and nose, praying devoutly.
Cyril and Emlyn exchanged a glance, then sat down on a bench at the back of the hall, neither of them approaching to disturb them.
Seeing that Father Utravsky showed no intention of getting up anytime soon, Emlyn moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, "What are you doing at the Harvest Church so late?"
"You're here too?" Sirion asked casually.
Emlyn declared righteously, "I'm keeping an eye on you to prevent you from causing trouble here!"
Under Cyril's silent gaze, his eyes darted around for a moment, then he coughed lightly, stiffly changing the subject:
"What did Marquis Nibais say to you? Why did he want to see you? Did you sell him that magical item containing the extraordinary properties of the 'Crimson Scholar'?"
Cyril glanced at Emlyn, who was trying hard to maintain an expression of indifference, and chuckled softly, saying:
"Nibais said I would be the savior of the vampires, and he decided to lead the vampires to invest in me!"
"impossible!"
"You're so awful, and you're not even a vampire!"
Emlyn's eyes widened, and his voice gradually rose.
Cyril raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Perhaps Nibais is getting old and his eyesight is failing, or perhaps he has a discerning eye."
Emlyn nodded seriously: "It must be because he's been lying in the coffin for too long, and his eyesight has deteriorated."
After saying that, he realized something was amiss and quickly added:
"Marquis Nibais was definitely fooled by you, and even Marquis Nibais cannot represent the entire vampire clan, unless..."
He paused suddenly, then swallowed back the words that were about to come out.
Seeing that Emlyn had actually realized what was happening and hadn't revealed any more information about vampires, Cyril shook his head in disappointment, then turned to look at the table at the front.
Father Utravsky, who was over 2.2 meters tall and had a burly build, stood up and walked towards them with an imposing presence.
Before Father Utravsky could speak, he spoke up:
"I want to get some inspiration from the Mother Goddess and find out whether the vampire oracle is true or false."
Emlyn:
oracle?
You, a vampire oracle, have come here to ask whether the "Earth Mother Goddess" is real or fake?
Father Utravsky: ....
I don't understand, but I respect it.
He nodded. "I will mention this when I pray to the Mother Goddess, and if I receive any revelation, I will have Emlyn tell you."
Thank you for your help.
Cyril rose from the bench and bowed slightly in greeting.
He paused, then turned to Emlyn beside him and added:
"You can leave the church watch to Emlyn. When it comes to staying up all night, vampires are far more talented than humans."
"Moreover, I think he has fully understood the teachings of the Mother Goddess and is a qualified priest."
Emlyn was first bewildered, then speechless, and finally enraged, pointing his finger at him and shouting:
"You're talking nonsense!"
"My faith will always belong to the moon, and I will never betray the moon."
"Absolutely not!"
The next morning, before he even got out of bed, a thick gray fog suddenly appeared before Sirion's eyes.
Above the boundless gray fog, the figure of "The Fool" appeared and disappeared, as if he had been sitting there for ages, looking down on the world.
As he looked up at the "Fool," Klein's voice echoed in his ears:
"Miss Sharon wants to make a deal with you, with me acting as the intermediary, without meeting or contacting you directly."
"Because she considers you extremely dangerous, a follower of an evil god."
"That last sentence is actually unnecessary," Sirion muttered under his breath.
Klein's voice paused slightly, then continued to echo in his ear:
"She wants one of the spoils you took earlier, that magical item called the 'Crimson Moon Crown'."
"Her reward was a magical item of the same level, a Sequence 5 item in the 'Corpse Collector' pathway, which could open a gate to the underworld, suck the target in, and take them to their death."
"In addition, there is specific information about a Quaternary relic near Backlund."
"I think this is very likely the site of the ruins left by Amon that you mentioned before. As the middleman, my reward is the sharing of this information."
"If you agree to the transaction, you can choose the time, but the items to be traded must be confirmed by me before the full moon of this month, and then they will be handed over to you separately."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully. "I understand. The trade is possible, but it will take a few more days. I haven't yet recorded the abilities of the 'Crimson Moon Crown'."
"....Can."
After a brief silence, Klein's voice echoed slightly, then the surroundings quieted down as the thick gray fog gradually dissipated.
Inside the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein, who was just about to leave, suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers. Corresponding to the deep red star of "The Hanged Man" Alger, it kept contracting and expanding, rippling outwards.
"Respected 'Fool,' please inquire with 'Fate' for me whether I can exchange some valuable information for the 'Wind-Cherish' potion recipe."
After carefully listening to the Hanged Man's prayer, Klein cut out a fragment and threw it into the crimson star corresponding to Cyril.
After doing all that, he couldn't help but complain:
"I feel like I, Mr. Fool, have become a deliveryman and messenger for the Tarot Club."
"Fine, just consider this my approachable nature as a part-time evil god."
As he murmured softly, another illusory crimson star began to twinkle above the boundless gray fog, rippling outwards.
In Klein's silence, the voice of "The Magician" Fors echoed in the space above the gray fog:
"You are a fool who does not belong to this era. You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog. You are the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune."
"I want to pray to you and tell you what happened to me today."
"I met the older brother of the old lady's husband who made me an extraordinary person; he was suspected to be a member of a certain family."
"I concealed my connection to the mystical realm, but I fear he possesses divination abilities and might uncover the full truth..."
Klein raised his hand, pinched his brow, exhaled softly, and then muttered to himself:
"It sounds like a member of the Abraham family. When I was chatting with Sirion before, he mentioned that he had been in contact with people from the Abraham family recently. You could ask him to go and check it out."
"The 'Magician' is quite cautious, but the 'Astrologer's' divination skills are indeed very high, and she can also interfere with divination and tracking."
He paused, then extended his spiritual touch to the illusory crimson star representing "The Magician" Fors, responding in kind:
"Mr. 'Fate' will handle this."
After responding to Miss "Magician", he cut out a portion of her prayer and threw it directly at the crimson star corresponding to Cyril.
In reality, Fors, who had just finished praying to Mr. Fool and was about to pour himself a glass of red wine to ease the tension brought on by his previous encounter with the old man, suddenly found himself surrounded by a thick gray fog.
Then Mr. Fool's melodious and resonant voice rang in her ears:
"Mr. Fate will handle this..."
"Hmm... Will 'Fate' handle this? How? Will he make that old man disappear from the world? Or...?"
"Furthermore, Mr. 'The Fool' actually handed this matter over directly to Mr. 'Fate.' Doesn't this mean that his relationship with Mr. 'The Fool' is closer than that of us ordinary Tarot Club members?"
As he muttered to himself, Fors's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
Her only intention was to seek some protection from Mr. Fool in order to prevent the old man from predicting some problems.
But now that Mr. Fool has directly asked Mr. Fate to handle this matter, she is somewhat worried that this might affect the old man's safety, since she has no ill intentions towards him.
"Or... I might pray to Mr. 'Fool' again, explaining the situation."
"But if Mr. Fool's arrangement has a deeper meaning, won't it leave a bad impression on Mr. Fool?"
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