nagpurpolice Chapter 180 The Vampire's Invitation
Chapter 180 The Vampire's Invitation
Chapter 180 The Vampire's Invitation
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Amidst the chaotic and disorderly knocking sounds, one bulge after another appeared on the metal wall in front of Derrick.
The metal used to cast the walls seemed to have a certain degree of activity; after the force of the impact from the other side disappeared, the protrusions began to slowly recede.
Even though he was trying to remain calm, the hairs on Derrick's body stood on end, and he appeared extremely tense.
Just as he was about to pray for the holy light, a silvery-white light, like the dawn, suddenly flashed around him. Then, the space seemed to be cut apart, the sound of the wall being smashed next to him abruptly disappeared, and absolute silence returned to the surroundings.
Derrick stood there silently, unable to come to his senses for a long time.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
In the deathly silence, a knocking sound suddenly came from the metal wall behind him.
"Who?"
Derrick's voice rose considerably, carrying a hint of suppressed fear.
On Sunday afternoon, above the gray fog, inside what seemed to be an ancient palace that had never changed since time immemorial.
Cyril glanced at the empty seat at the head of the table, then looked away, casually asking as he flipped through the parchment-bound book in front of him:
"Tell me, where is Mr. 'Fool' doing?"
At the far end of the weathered long table, Klein, playing "The World," glanced instinctively at the far end directly opposite him, then quickly looked away, lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice:
"Do not speak ill of the gods..."
"North." Xi Ruien opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't utter a single word.
He shook his head and refocused his attention on the Book of Secrets in front of him.
In the preface to this book, Sirion sees the recorded name of the "Primordial Moon":
"The unique red moon, a symbol of life and beauty, the mother of all spiritual powers."
I silently repeated it twice in my mind, but it had no effect.
He glanced down at the quietly flowing gray mist at his feet and marveled at the power of "Source Castle" in certain aspects.
Noticing his lingering gaze, "The World" Klein asked:
What are your thoughts on worshipping the moon rather than the goddess of the night?
Cyril shifted his gaze from the Book of Secrets, turning his head to look at the bottom entry for "The World," and said:
"Didn't you meet a vampire at the Harvest Church? If you've talked to him, you'll know that they worship the moon itself, specifically Lilith, the progenitor of the vampires who represents the moon even more than the 'Crimson Lord'!"
"When it comes to moon worship, no vampire or artificial vampire would choose the 'Goddess of the Night.'"
"Why?" Klein asked curiously.
Cyril turned his gaze back to the "Book of Secrets" and said in a slightly casual tone:
"Because the 'Sleepless' pathway, governed by the 'Goddess of Night,' does not include the moon, and adjacent pathways are also unrelated to the moon."
"The title 'Crimson Lord' most likely originates from a level 0 sealed artifact he possesses."
Klein nodded thoughtfully, and after a moment of quiet thought, he asked again:
"Does the name recorded in the Book of Secrets, which prays to the moon, refer to Lilith, the progenitor of the vampires?"
Cyril shook her head: "Of course not. That only satisfies the first two points. To become the mother of all spiritual powers, one must at least master..."
After a brief pause, he skipped over the topic and changed the subject:
"This is the honorific name of the 'Primordial Moon,' an evil god despised by all righteous and evil gods, who has some followers in the School of Life and the Rose School of the Southern Continent."
"However, due to the recent turmoil within the Life School, these two belief systems have now merged."
"The Primordial Moon?" Klein asked curiously, as this was the name of an evil god he had never heard of before.
Cyril frowned, then nodded and warned:
"Yes, it is not recommended to recite or recall Mr. Fool's name outside of his divine realm."
"If you do it many times, you'll eventually win. Then you'll see your clothes, hat, the soil under your feet, the air around you, and even yourself—everything, living and dead, will get pregnant and give birth."
Klein: (°△°)
As he recalled the scene Cyril had just described, he couldn't help but shudder... This was the first time he had ever felt that childbirth was such a terrifying thing.
He shook his head, shaking off the horrifying images that subconsciously flashed through his mind, and then shifted the topic from the occult to real-world issues:
"This morning, I saw a heated protest in the East End."
"It was a group of textile workers who wanted to smash the factory's newest machines because their efficiency would cause most of them to lose their jobs."
"Without that cheap and hard work, they might not be able to survive, or they might have no choice but to become street prostitutes."
Noticing the subtle sadness in Klein's voice, Sirion closed the Book of Secrets in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and pondered for a moment before recalling this particular scene.
He hesitated for a moment before saying, "You sympathize with them and want to help them?"
"Or do you simply want to hear my opinion?"
Klein gave a bitter smile: "I don't have the ability to help all of them, and I know that this is an inevitable result of society's industrialization."
"It's still a bit hard to accept."
He paused, then added, "Furthermore, I have another concern: the East District under these circumstances has become a breeding ground for evil gods."
"An evil god..." Cyril murmured, then chuckled contemptuously.
"Unless an evil god truly descends and causes immense damage to the city, those nobles and politicians will not easily make changes."
"Or, a second Roselle the Great may appear."
"However, having learned a lesson from the case of Emperor Roselle, the high-ranking officials of various kingdoms should be very wary of the emergence of such a person."
Klein, whose name was "World" at the very bottom, opened his mouth, let out a soft breath, and then leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
As soon as the short knock sounded, Sirion turned the handle and opened the door.
Emlyn, dressed in black trousers, a white shirt, and a long tuxedo casually draped over his shoulders, stood in front of the door, his hand still clasped from knocking.
Cyril frowned slightly as he looked at the young vampire standing at his doorstep.
"Why are you here again?"
Emlyn's face darkened: "Do you think I wanted to come?"
He paused, composed himself, tilted his chin slightly, and said in a haughty manner:
"A great figure from our vampire clan wishes to see you. He is a truly great figure, a marquis who has lived since the Fourth Age."
After speaking, he lowered his chin, his scarlet eyes flashing with curiosity, doubt, and envy as he looked Sirion up and down with the gaze one would give a rare object.
A series of question marks floated through Cyril's mind; he simply couldn't understand why a vampire marquis would want to see him.
He paused, then asked in a very surprised tone:
"How did your high-ranking vampires know that I recently acquired a magical item corresponding to a vampire viscount?"
"Viscount!" Emlyn's eyes widened.
He swallowed hard, his mouth watering. If he weren't representing the vampires as a messenger, he doubted he could resist the urge to rob them.
That's a viscount... too bad I can't afford it.
Composing himself, he coughed lightly, and said with a mixture of apprehension and confidence:
"Cough, we vampires are one of the oldest races, so isn't it normal for us to have some special information channels about me?"
Cyril smiled but didn't reply. He could tell from Emlyn's reaction that the vampire marquis probably didn't want to see him because of the "Crimson Crown".
...I don't understand, but they probably didn't mean any harm, otherwise they wouldn't have sent Emlyn to find me.
He muttered a couple of things to himself before asking:
"When and where does your vampire lord plan to meet me?"
Upon hearing his question, Emlyn's curious gaze vanished, and he replied seriously:
"You can decide the time, but it's best not to exceed a week. The location is a manor in the northern part of Backlund. After all, this is Backlund, and that important person shouldn't be too active here."
...It's not good to be too active; perhaps it's because I'm too old to be active anymore.
Cyril muttered to himself, "There should only be one marquis among the vampires in Backlund, Nibais, who has lived since the Fourth Epoch and has to lie in a coffin every day to sleep."
He paused, then looked at Emlyn and replied:
"I understand. I'll come to the Harvest Church to find you once I've thought it over."
"Okay." Emlyn nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
After watching Emlyn's figure disappear, Cyril closed the door and sat back down on the sofa in the living room.
"The vampire marquis suddenly wants to see me. Could this be the danger Bernadette foretold?"
As he muttered to himself, he took out a gold coin from his pocket, murmured a few words, and flicked it into the air with a clang.
The gold coin spun a few times in the air before falling back into his hand.
The reverse side facing up indicates negation!
After hesitating for half a second, he tossed the gold coin out again, repeating this several times, with the same result each time.
"Is it really unrelated to vampires, or was the divination interfered with?"