nagpurpolice Chapter 157 Great Emperor, I'm afraid I have to apologize to you.
Chapter 157 Great Emperor, I'm afraid I have to apologize to you.
Chapter 157 Great Emperor, I'm afraid I have to apologize to you.
As Cyril surveyed his surroundings through the doctor's statue, he saw several more pumpkin carriages arrive, but he couldn't make out the people getting off them.
He couldn't make out his general shape, his clothes, or his appearance.
"Was the statue's view tampered with?"
As he whispered, he heard a clear, somewhat familiar female voice:
"Everyone has arrived, let's begin today's gathering."
Cyril looked around curiously, but couldn't see any changes in the surrounding statues. Just as he was pondering how these people were supposed to communicate, the earth-riding statue to his left suddenly came to life.
He saw the knight statue, clad in full armor and wielding a shield and sword, take two steps forward, plunge its straight sword into the ground, and then utter a deep voice:
"I'm looking for clues about the extraordinary properties or magical items related to the 'Crimson Scholar' pathway, Sequence 5."
After a moment of silence, Cyril saw that the werewolf statue opposite him had also come to life, emitting a hoarse, low female voice:
"Recently, some members of the Rose School from the Southern Continent have come to Backlund, and among them may be 'Crimson Scholars'."
"Do you have a way to find them, or confirm whether any of them are 'Crimson Scholars'?"
"no."
As Sirion quietly watched the knight and werewolf's back-and-forth conversation, two images flashed through his mind: one of them conversing normally, and the other of all the statues remaining perfectly still.
"Is it a hallucination?"
"I thought some kind of magic had brought the statue to life, but this is indeed the simplest and easiest method."
He paused, then looked at the "knight" who wanted to acquire the "Crimson Scholar" extraordinary trait. He suspected that the other party was a vampire seeking advancement or wanting to mentor a junior.
After a brief exchange with "Miss Werewolf," "Knight" immediately abandoned that request and instead said:
"I want to sell some extraordinary potions, including invisibility potions that can conceal one's form and presence, shadow potions that grant temporary mastery of shadow magic, and fire dragon breath that is equivalent to high-powered gunpowder."
"In addition to these, I can also customize potions for you. I will quote a price based on the complexity of the potion and the extraordinary materials used."
Cyril's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "How much does Dragon Breath cost?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the "knight" turn his head to look at him:
"100 List, this is my improved version. The explosive power can instantly destroy a three-story building, completely destroying it."
After mentally calculating how much the same amount of gunpowder would cost, Sirion finally asked:
How many bottles of potion do you have?
The "knight" seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering:
"I can sell you a maximum of two bottles. If you plan to use them outside of Backlund, I can sell you more, but I need some time to collect the materials and prepare them."
"Two bottles are enough." Sirien didn't intend to ask for more; after all, even extraordinary potions have an expiration date.
As soon as the deal was struck, he saw an invisible servant, composed entirely of black mist and carrying a tray, enter the small room where he was. On the tray was a printed note.
"Transaction process: The goods/money are handed over to the 'Prophet' by an invisible servant for notarization, and then the invisible servant delivers them to both parties in the transaction."
He took in the contents of the note, then placed the 200 pounds in cash he was carrying on the tray in the invisible servant's hand, letting the servant take it away.
The trading continued, and all of "Knight's" extraordinary potions were sold. They also received two orders: one for "Miss Werewolf" for a Solar Domain potion, and the other for "Mr. Hunter" for a perfume that could enhance his attractiveness to the opposite sex.
Cyril glanced at the "hunter" in the corner of his field of vision, and had a feeling that his needs were not quite right.
After "Knight," everyone continued to make their requests or requests in a clockwise order, but Sirion basically didn't participate. Whether it was the materials for the transaction or the requests he made, they were all too advanced for him at the moment.
...No wonder the evaluation of me never started before. Did they think I didn't meet the requirements for the party?
But why did Bernadette suddenly agree yesterday? It can't be just because of the deal I proposed, since that deal doesn't need to be discussed at a party like this.
Until the end of the party, Bernadette did not bring up the deal she had discussed the night before, and he didn't even know which statue was behind Bernadette.
After everyone left in a certain time interval and order, Cyril became the very last one.
As soon as he stepped out of the small room woven with vines, he saw Bernadette, driving a pumpkin carriage, stop in front of him.
Before he could speak, Bernadette asked, "Do you need the extraordinary trait of 'Traveler,' or would you prefer a magical item containing that trait?"
Cyril replied, "Magical items are fine too, as long as someone can smash them."
"The Tarot Society you mentioned, which has only been established for a few months and consists of only a few low- to mid-level extraordinary individuals, still has angels present, or perhaps it's that 'Fool' you spoke of himself?"
Bernadette spoke calmly, as if she had simply discovered a minor point of confusion and asked it casually.
Cyril did not choose to conceal this fact:
"I've also joined other clandestine organizations, where I can pay a price to get the help of the angels within those organizations."
Bernadette nodded calmly, not delving into the issue of him joining two secret organizations simultaneously, and instead asked:
"What are your thoughts on that bookmark from last night? I mean your personal opinion, guesses are welcome."
"Um..." Sirien hesitated.
Bernadette added, "Your attitude determines whether our deal can go smoothly."
Two seconds later, the black figure above Cyril's head defeated the white figure:
"My personal guess is that it might be a blasphemous card made by Emperor Roselle, but it is sealed and requires the corresponding incantation to open."
Bernadette pressed further, "Why do you believe it to be a blasphemous card that is sealed away?"
"Um..." As Cyril pondered what reason to come up with, Bernadette summoned an invisible servant and took a brass-colored scale from its hand.
"This is the scale of punishment; it abhors all lies and hypocrisy, and anyone who lies before it will be punished by it."
Cyril: ....
You can't afford to play this game!
Your Majesty, I'm afraid I'm going to have to apologize to you.
After a moment of silence, he explained in words that were not entirely true, but not exactly a lie either:
"I saw something similar in a page of Emperor Roselle's diary. He made a blasphemous card into a bookmark and hid it in a valuable book, waiting for someone destined to find it."
Bernadette suddenly stood up from the carriage, looking at him with a serious expression that was extremely oppressive, making his spiritual energy sluggish.
"You knew it was a diary, and you could decipher that special coded message?"
"Who cracked the cipher, or did this knowledge come from 'The Fool'?"
Cyril glanced at the scales of punishment in her hand, then replied:
"I know, that's not cipher, but an ancient script. As for the source of this knowledge, I've only studied it briefly."
"If you're curious, I can teach you, but only part of it, and it will be for a fee."
"Teaching a whole set of different languages is too troublesome. Besides, once you learn it, you'll definitely want to read Russell's diary. I'm afraid Russell will crawl out of his tomb and come after me."
After saying that, he pointed to the scales of punishment in Bernadette's hand, indicating that he was not lying and that this was his truest thought and bottom line.
Bernadette glanced at the scales of punishment in her hand and placed them back in the hands of the invisible servant beside her.
"It seems you are quite certain that Emperor Roselle is not completely dead, and are convinced that he can be resurrected."
Cyril looked at Bernadette, who appeared calm on the surface but whose oppressive aura was growing stronger, and sighed silently.
"Could we discuss this topic after you become an angel? It involves some unspeakable dangers."
"I'm special, and I have Adam's protection, so I'm fine, but you, at the very least, need to become an angel."
"Adam?" Bernadette repeated the name, then said:
"Would you mind joining another clandestine organization?"
Before Cyril could answer, she changed her mind and said, "I will collect the extraordinary trait of 'Traveler' for you as soon as possible, or a magical item that contains that trait."
"Before the divine descent ceremony of the 'true creator' you speak of begins, I will come to you every day to study the ancient script in the diary, one hour each day, for a fee."