infodatos Chapter 194 The Middleman
Chapter 194 The Middleman
Chapter 194 The Middleman
Behind the Harvest Church, in the clergy's lounge.
Seeing Father Utravsky carefully arranging herbs, Sirien watched quietly from behind without disturbing him.
Only after the other person stopped did he step forward to strike up a conversation:
"Father Utravsky, I would like to request that you demonstrate the extraordinary abilities of the 'Knight of Dawn' before me. Would that be convenient? And if so, what price would I be required to pay?"
Father Utravsky, adjusting his brown priest's robe, turned around and said casually:
"Have you been promoted to 'Record Officer'?"
After a brief pause, he explained, "I saw files about 'apprentices' and the Abrahamic family back at the church headquarters in Fenneport."
"Yes." Sirion nodded gently.
After a moment's hesitation, Father Utravsky nodded in response, "No problem."
"As for the reward, you can help me collect some spiritually potent herbs, because as a missionary, it's not convenient for me to be too active in Backlund."
"No problem." Sirien nodded quickly in agreement.
...But does Father Utravsky really need me to help him collect spiritually rich herbs?
He has a gathering of wild extraordinary individuals that he has personally organized. For a collection task that isn't too difficult, he could just issue a commission.
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, he saw Father Utravsky heading out of the lounge, so he quickly followed him, all the way to an open space behind the church.
A few seconds later, a silvery, clear, and holy light of dawn suddenly shone through the dim night.
A few minutes later, Sirion left the Harvest Church satisfied.
He was lucky today; he successfully recorded the "Dawn Knight's" most powerful "Light Storm" on his first try.
If it weren't for the fact that "Dawn Knight" could only use this ability once in a short period of time, he would definitely have recorded several more.
Even among the many extraordinary abilities at Sequence 6, the power of "Light Storm" ranks in the top tier.
In the house at 15 Minsk Street.
Klein, who was sitting at the dining table enjoying his dinner, suddenly paused, then turned around as if he had something in mind, his gaze sweeping over the half-closed glass window behind him.
Because of the difference in brightness between the indoors and outdoors, a figure appeared out of nowhere in the glass window that was closer to a mirror. It was Miss Sharon, who was wearing an elaborate black court dress, a small soft hat, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very delicate appearance.
Under Klein's gaze, Miss Sharon's figure passed through the mirror formed by the glass and quickly appeared in the restaurant.
Although somewhat puzzled as to why Miss Sharon would come to see him at this time, Klein calmly rose, bowed slightly, and said:
"Good evening, Miss Sharon. What brings you here?"
Sharon nodded slightly, her tone flat and detached as she asked, "That person who appeared during the battle that night, are you very familiar with him?"
"Huh?" Klein was taken aback for a moment before realizing she was referring to Sirion, so he nodded and said:
"We are friends."
"Okay." Sharon nodded slightly, then said:
"I want to make a deal with him. Can you help me contact him and act as an intermediary?"
Before Klein could ask for details, she began to explain herself:
"I want to trade him for the 'Crimson Crown' he obtained after killing Steve."
"After Steve and the others died, the Rose School demigod who was chasing us came to Backlund. It's become even more dangerous here. We need the Crimson Crown to create a full moon so that the holder can ignore the effects of the full moon."
"In exchange, I can offer a magical item of the same level, as well as a clue to a Quaternary relic located just outside Backlund."
Upon hearing Sharon mention the Quaternary Relics, Klein instinctively thought of the relic that Cyril had mentioned before, the one left behind by Amon, where a shadowy figure with human skin existed.
...Is it really such a coincidence? Did that guy foresee it or claim it beforehand?
However, the fact that Miss Sharon asked me to act as an intermediary suggests that Cyril is now considered a dangerous person by her.
Composing himself, he nodded slightly to Sharon:
"I'll contact him. How can I contact you when I have a result?"
Sharon's voice drifted as she said, "Write the results down on a piece of paper and put it on the coffee table in the living room. I can see it."
After a brief pause, she added:
"If a deal is reached later, and you act as an intermediary to transfer the items and information, then the clues to the Quaternary ruins will also be your reward."
"No problem." Klein nodded gently.
Upon receiving his reply, Sharon took a step back, her body instantly becoming transparent until she disappeared into the restaurant.
After watching Miss Sharon leave and remaining silent for a while, Klein muttered under his breath:
"Using clues from the transaction as payment... I feel like I've been taken advantage of."
"Never mind, at least it shows that Miss Sharon trusts me, although this trust is based on the fact that she has a notarized document in her possession."
In the quiet bedroom, the door was suddenly pushed open, and then Cyril walked in from behind the door.
Relying on the "door-opening" ability combined with the effect of short-distance teleportation, he quietly returned home without alerting anyone.
As soon as he entered, he saw Bernadette sitting in a chair in front of her desk, flipping through a book.
Noticing the movement behind her, she calmly turned her head and smiled:
"It seems you've successfully weathered the crisis and even gained some benefits, Mr. Recorder."
Upon hearing this, Cyril subconsciously glanced down at himself, then asked in confusion:
"I shouldn't have any spiritual energy emanating from me, so how can you be sure I've already advanced?"
Bernadette leaned back in her chair and explained in a leisurely tone:
"The changes brought about by advancement are not only spiritual, but also involve many details, which are easily discernible to experienced 'peepers'."
Cyril stared at her, stunned. "You looked at me with the 'Eye of Sight'?"
"No." Bernadette shook her head slightly, then added:
"If I were still a 'mystic,' I might not be able to resist my curiosity, but I am already a 'prophet,' and fate gives me certain warnings in many things."
"I'm more curious about the contents of Russell's diary than about the secrets about you, and I'm curious about where he is now and what state he is in."
After a slight pause, she pointed to a yellowed piece of paper lying flat on the desk in front of her.
In an instant, the yellowed page came to life, its four corners twisting, and it grew illusory hands and feet, hopping and leaping towards Cyril.
It fell into his hands.
"Let's change today's reading practice. I need you to translate a page of my diary for me, a complete, word-for-word translation."
"Uh... okay." Xireen nodded, then lowered his gaze to the yellowed paper in his hand that had fallen silent.
He was prepared to silently mourn for Emperor Roselle, but this time the diary entry was not about the emperor's philandering life.
After a brief silence, he organized his thoughts and said:
On November 28th, I dreamed of Green again. He was the smartest of my subordinates, but unfortunately, while exploring that nameless island, he was infected by an unknown infection and died in the Misty Sea, leaving behind not even his child.
This dream was probably my spirit reminding me that I could explore that island, uncover its secrets, and finally put an end to the Green affair.
"On November 29th, I gathered three of my subordinates, and with the help of Benjamin Abraham and after a period of searching, we finally rediscovered the nameless island."
"An unnamed island..."
Bernadette murmured, a faint purple hue spreading across her azure eyes, making them appear extremely deep, like the surface of the sea before a storm.
Cyril held his breath and stood quietly to the side, watching curiously.
A few seconds later, the purple in Bernadette's eyes faded, and her delicate brows furrowed.
"Unpredictable."
She paused, then turned to look at Sirion, and said calmly but firmly:
"What kind of extraordinary abilities do you want to record?"
Cyril was not surprised that Bernadette had guessed his thoughts. Anyone who knew the "Record Officer" could guess that, since no "Record Officer" could refuse an opportunity to record an extraordinary ability at the demigod level.
After thinking carefully for a moment, Sirion said seriously:
"I want to record that powerful magic that allows the user to manifest an incomplete mythical creature form!"
Bernadette nodded slightly: "It seems you were aware of the 'mysterious reappearances' I possessed beforehand."
"This fairytale magic certainly suits you well, but are you sure you can look me in the eye when I'm in my incomplete mythical creature form?"