leonardwarren Chapter 118 The Boy in the Washroom!
Chapter 118 The Boy in the Washroom!
Chapter 118 The Boy in the Washroom!
"I accidentally stepped into the enemy's trap, so I had no choice but to advance to demigod status with my invincible strength. Then I fought against two veteran demigods for a long time, toyed with them for a while, and then leisurely left."
"Before leaving, I erased all information and severed all causal links, so that no matter how powerful the forces behind those two veteran demigods are, they will not be able to track me down."
Klein: —（⊙_；）
If I hadn't been watching from above the gray fog, I would have really thought you were joking with me.
"hehe.."
Klein chuckled twice, then smirked, giving him a "you're really joking" look.
After a brief silence, he changed the subject:
"I haven't cleaned the room yet. If you can't find a chance to leave, you can stay there for one night."
Cyril waved his hand: "No need, I'll meditate to restore my spirituality, and then leave the mirror world directly."
Klein: ...
I've really become your emergency landing platform!
He mentally grumbled for a moment, then nodded expressionlessly: "Whatever."
Cyril nodded slightly, then reminded him:
"By the way, you'd better not have any strange dreams tonight. With such a commotion outside just now, there's a high chance that the extraordinary members of the Church of the Night will enter your dreams to investigate, and also use the dreams to modify some of their perceptions and reduce the impact of the situation."
"Oh, and by the way, I seem to see you coming out of the restroom quite often. Would you like me to recommend a really good 'pharmacist'?"
"No need, you can meditate now."
Klein gave a cold reply, then walked toward the stairwell with a stiff face.
...My kidneys are fine, there's nothing wrong with them!
...I go into the restroom so often because of you guys praying all the time!
Thinking about the issue of responding to prayers, he recalled his time at the Church of the Goddess of Night... Whether they were extraordinary members of the church or ordinary devout believers, they prayed every day but received almost no response from the goddess.
...Looks like I'm being too dedicated...Should I reduce how often I respond to prayers in the future?
Forget it. The goddess has a large and powerful family, while there are only one, two, three, or four people on my Gray Mist. There's no need to reduce the frequency of my responses, and they usually only contact me when they really have something to say.
As his thoughts drifted, the illusory, layered sounds of prayer echoed in his ears once more.
He instinctively turned his head to look at Sir Ryan, and only after seeing him quietly meditating with his eyes closed on the sofa did he look away.
Fortunately, there are restrooms upstairs.
Wait, why do I have to go to the restroom to respond to the prayer?
After struggling with his own thoughts for a while, Klein quickly went upstairs, then reflexively went into the bathroom, took four steps backward, and entered the gray fog.
His spiritual reach touched the ever-expanding and contracting crimson star, and he then saw and heard the image and sound of Alger, the "Hanged Man," praying in a dimly lit room:
"Respected 'Fool,' please convey to 'Fate' that I have raised the funds and am ready to trade for the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Wind-Centered One.'"
"To have raised 4000 votes so quickly, Mr. 'The Hanged Man' must be quite wealthy."
He muttered something under his breath, then cut out the prayer scene and threw it toward the crimson star that represented Cyrene.
In the room at 15 Minsk Street, Cyril, who was meditating with his eyes closed on the sofa, was suddenly enveloped by a thick gray fog.
Deep within the gray fog, crimson light coalesced into a somewhat blurry image of prayer, and then he heard the voice of the "Hanged Man":
"Respected 'Fool,' please convey to 'Fate' that I have raised the funds and am ready to trade for the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Wind-Centered One.'"
The image of "The Hanged Man" Alger praying to "The Fool" quickly disappeared. Cyril looked at the blurry figure deep within the gray fog, lowered his eyes slightly, and said:
"Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. Hanged Man that the transaction will take place at this time tomorrow."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gray fog in front of him receded like the tide, leaving only Cyril, whose meditation had been interrupted.
After a moment of silence, he opened his eyes, stood up from the sofa, walked quickly to the bay window, and placed his hand on the windowpane.
A pale blue light emanated from his palm, instantly forming a blurry, pale blue, intangible gate, like a curtain of water.
He took a step forward, his figure silently passing through the dark blue door and entering the mirror world behind the glass.
On the second floor, in the washroom, Klein, who had just left the gray fog and was washing his face with cold water at the sink, suddenly froze and took a half step back.
Directly opposite him, the mirror embedded in the wall suddenly became deep and dark, then reflected Cyril's magnified face.
"you.."
Klein opened his mouth to curse, but his good manners prevented him from saying anything more.
In the mirror, Cyril's face receded a distance, revealing his entire upper body.
He smiled and waved at Klein, who was standing outside the mirror, and said:
"I'm here to say goodbye. Goodnight, sweet dreams."
"By the way, if you don't want to see a 'pharmacist,' the priest at Harvest Church also knows a lot about pharmacology."
Klein: "No need!"
Cyril shrugged. "Okay, then goodbye, bathroom boy!"
"Get out!" Klein could no longer control his urge to swear.
He watched with a dark expression as Sirion's image disappeared in the mirror. If he could have reached his hand into the mirror, he would have dragged the person who had tarnished his image out and given him a good beating.
"Why didn't those two demigods from the Church of Storms and the Church of Night leave this guy with any unforgettable memories?"
The next day, Sirion slept until noon, when he was woken up by a series of knocks on the door.
He reluctantly got out of bed, got dressed, and then opened the door.
Havin held little Thomas, looking at him suspiciously: "I highly suspect that you sneaked out again last night."
Cyril yawned and explained, "I just had a little trouble sleeping because of the thunder last night."
Havin casually handed him a newspaper that Thomas was holding, saying at the same time:
"It was a storm. Last night, an illegal building in the Joewood district was struck by lightning, affecting nearby residents. Fortunately, there were no casualties."
After a brief pause, he changed the subject: "It's a good idea for Beth and her family to leave Backlund; at least the weather in Seashire won't be this extreme."
"Vaughn and Beth have returned to Backlund. They plan to take Thomas to the Seashire today. We'll see them off at the steam train station this afternoon."
Cyril had no objections, but was somewhat curious: "Why don't we stay a couple more days? Should we organize a farewell party or something?"
Harvin shook his head: "Vaughn's new job is very busy, and Beth also has a lot of things to handle these days. They even entrusted me with managing the property in Backlund."
"As for the party, you can wait until the New Year."
"Beth told me before that she and Vaughn were planning to invite us to the Middle Sea County for the New Year, where the weather is better for winter, and my parents have already agreed."
Cyril pointed blankly to himself: "What about me? Has no one asked for my opinion?"
Ha Wen shrugged innocently: "I guess everyone thinks you just need to come along and be responsible for eating, drinking and having fun."
Cyril: "I feel like I've been discriminated against."
Havin: "Let's not worry about discrimination for now. You'll be looking after Isaiah Thomas for a while today. I need to go to the lab."
After saying that, without giving Sirion a chance to refute, Haven directly shoved Thomas into his arms.
Little Thomas, dressed in a children's suit, looked at him excitedly: "I want a little cake, fruit flavored!"
In an underground office within the St. Hillan Cathedral, Archbishop Horamik personally convened a meeting of the church's high-ranking officials. Ikonser Bernard, a deacon of the Mechanical Heart and wielder of the sealed artifact 2-111, "The Magic Mirror" Arodes, also participated in the meeting.
Furthermore, Archbishop Horamik had personally stated before the meeting that he needed to ask the "Magic Mirror" Arrodes a few questions.
He listened with mixed feelings to Archbishop Horamik's account, and then, under the watchful eyes of the church's high-ranking officials, he took out the ancient silver mirror with its strange patterns and placed it on the table.
The next moment, ripples spread across the surface of the silver mirror, and then, one by one, bright red Rune words, as if liquid were dripping from them, appeared:
"I feel the call of doubt, ignorant mortal. What question do you wish to ask the great Arodes?"