infodatos Chapter 162 An Arranged Encounter
Chapter 162 An Arranged Encounter
Chapter 162 An Arranged Encounter
After carefully circling around twice and interfering with the divination and tracking twice, Cyril finally managed to avoid the members of the Mechanical Heart who were secretly protecting him and return home.
He then went to the attic on the third floor, removed the summoning ritual he had set up to summon Klein's spirit, tidied up the room, and then looked at the mirror on the floor.
A warning from his spiritual intuition told him that the mirror had undergone an unknown change and was now in great danger.
"This isn't the mirror that houses the altar of the 'Primordial Witch,' so why is something strange happening?"
As his thoughts drifted, a possibility suddenly occurred to him.
Before he could even speak, a gentle voice suddenly echoed in his heart:
"It was my arrangement."
"..." Cyril, who had been interrupted, paused for a moment, then asked a different question:
"You didn't move that mirror world with the 'Primordial Witch' altar behind this mirror, did you?"
The words had barely left his lips when Adam's voice echoed in his heart:
"Yes, this mirror is imbued with a trace of Chik's power. With it, you will be much safer when exploring the world in the mirror. Of course, the probability of you being noticed by him is also much higher."
Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly, asking with some surprise, "Weren't you unable to enter the Mirror World?"
Adam calmly explained, "I didn't go in."
"I've already taken away that Chik statue, so you don't need to worry about Chik looking at it."
"When you need it, you can come to me and take it away; it is your spoils of war."
Did you learn to answer questions quickly because you thought I asked too many?
Suppressing the wandering thoughts in his mind, he asked with some curiosity:
"So, the fact that Clarisse left behind an altar decorated with a statue of the 'Primal Witch' in the Mirror World was itself due to your influence?"
"I might even suddenly find myself in the mirror world today, delving into this matter..."
Adam's voice echoed softly in his heart, directly interrupting his question:
"Not entirely. I simply took the existing foundation and guided everything toward the outcome I needed."
"As a reward for this, I've arranged a script for you that you should like."
"A member of the Life School will be coming to Backlund soon; you can try to bump into him."
"A member of the Life School?" A hint of doubt flashed in Sirion's eyes.
Why would he want to run into a member of the Life School? Could the other person be Will Onsett?
But can a "writer" really include a "mercury snake" in their script?
As his thoughts drifted, Adam's voice fell silent, offering no further answers to his questions.
"You're leaving already?"
"I feel like Adam is a little different today. Could it be a virtual personality?"
The next day, Sirion didn't get up very early. After a quick breakfast, he went out.
He was genuinely curious about how he would encounter members of the Life School, and who they were.
"Will Unsett would be the best choice."
After wandering aimlessly through the streets for half a day, he came to the vicinity of a circus and his eyes were drawn to a rather strange pair of partners at the entrance of the circus.
One of them was a rather young man, who looked to be only in his early twenties. He had his hair neatly combed back, wore glasses, and appeared to be a refined gentleman, but at this moment his brows were furrowed, and he looked very impatient.
Beside him was a man in his thirties, who was making a lot of noise. He was quite plump and round, and he was wearing a black robe in the style of a village witch doctor, which was embroidered with various unique symbols.
"The animal trainers here don't know anything about animal training. Why do you insist that I come here to learn?"
"You can't expect me to learn how to provoke tigers and brown bears, can you? Even though I'm stronger than before, I still can't handle those kinds of beasts."
"Oh, right, you still haven't told me about the magic in the next sequence..."
The fat man's incessant chatter was interrupted by the young man's impatient and fierce glare. He shrank back and muttered in a voice only he could hear:
"Fine, I won't say it..."
Young man: ...
Cyril watched the scene with curiosity. He felt that the chubby man looked familiar, and he should have seen him before, more than once, but he just couldn't remember who he was.
...I always felt that their ages, personalities, and priorities were reversed.
Just as he was mentally complaining, he saw the young man wearing glasses looking at him.
After nodding somewhat awkwardly to the other person, he strode directly into the circus behind them.
After buying the ticket and sitting down in the back row, he belatedly realized... Why did I feel embarrassed, and why did I even buy a ticket to the circus just to cover up my embarrassment?
After thinking for a moment, he thought of a possibility:
"Are they the people I'm supposed to run into?"
As he pondered whether he should turn back to talk to the two men, he instinctively turned around and happened to see the two men, one fat and one thin, who had been outside the circus earlier.
They walked in one after the other, one with a calm but somewhat impatient expression, the other with lips constantly opening and closing, making muffled sounds that no one else could hear.
Under his somewhat curious gaze, the two of them walked over and sat down next to him.
Finally, unable to bear his companion's incessant chatter, the young man reprimanded him:
"Watch the performance quietly, study attentively, and don't disturb others."
"oh."
The chubby man next to him responded and then stared intently at the stage in front of him.
The young man then turned his head to look at Sirion, who had been watching them, nodded slightly, and then turned his gaze to the stage in front of him.
Feeling that it would be impolite to look any longer, Xireen withdrew her gaze and looked ahead as well, though her thoughts drifted away.
They both had a faint herbal scent; one was reserved in their spirituality, while the other showed slight signs of dissipation. They appeared to have recently advanced in their spiritual cultivation.
It's highly likely that both of them are extraordinary individuals.
Come to the circus to learn... how to become an "animal trainer"?
So, are they members of the faction within the life sciences that believes in the "primordial moon"?
If they were people Adam arranged for me to meet, what was their purpose? Surely they weren't there to kill people to gain favor with Will Uncrestine?
As his thoughts drifted, he heard sarcastic remarks coming from the seat next to him:
"Hey, sir, that brown bear behind you is trying to sit on your butt. I think you'd better not turn your back to it."
"And that gorilla, it thinks you're the stupid one who needs to be whipped."
The animal trainer, who was performing, turned pale when he saw the person speaking in the audience.
"Why is it you again?"
As Sirion looked at the chubby man who spoke rudely but with a veiled warning, a name suddenly popped into his mind:
Darkwell?
He then looked uncertainly at the young man sitting next to him, not really thinking that Darkwell could make friends given his personality.
Noticing his gaze, the young man turned his head to look at him, then nodded politely and took the initiative to start a conversation:
"Please excuse my student's bluntness."
"Students?" Sirien glanced at the two of them from a distance.
Although appearance doesn't represent age in the world of extraordinary individuals, the teacher and student with such a large age gap...:
They are either demigods who have achieved a leap in their life level, or vampires with a "pharmacist" pathway sequence of 7 or higher.
He narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the young man beside him, confirming that the man did not exude the oppressive aura of a demigod.
...Darkwell's teacher wasn't an extraordinary being with the "Destiny" pathway?
Hmm...that seems to make sense. If they were extraordinary individuals who followed the "Destiny" path, they probably wouldn't have given Darkwell the opportunity to choose the "Pharmacist" path, since they wouldn't believe in the "Primordial Moon," at least most of them wouldn't.
Composing himself, he nodded slightly to the young man beside him and said, "You are the teacher and student with the biggest age gap I have ever seen."
"Many people say that."
The young man chuckled as he replied, his manners and tone both refined and scholarly, a stark contrast to Darkwell beside him.
...Therefore, we cannot be too laissez-faire when teaching students; most of those who grow wild and unchecked will end up with sour and astringent wild fruits.
"what!"
A sudden scream interrupted Cyril's wandering thoughts. When he came to his senses, he saw out-of-control animals on the stage, a trainer being sat on by a brown bear, a chimpanzee waving a whip and charging at the audience, and wolves and foxes fleeing from the audience.
He gave Darkwell, who was somewhat stunned by the scene, a long look, and suspected that the guy had the potential to jinx things.