infodatos Chapter 213 The Reason
Chapter 213 The Reason
Chapter 213 The Reason
"Help, help me..."
"There's a ghost... take me to church, I want to go to church."
"Help me..."
"What an ignorant fool! How could I possibly be a lowly creature like a ghost!"
The scroll lying face down on the wall emitted a series of cursing sounds, and the man lying on the ground widened his eyes, his body stiffening on the spot.
She was about to faint again.
Snapped!
Cyril shook his hand, looking at the man whose right cheek had flushed and who seemed to have regained his spirits, and nodded with satisfaction. "Before I take you to church, please tell me why you broke into my house?"
"Your answer will determine your fate. You don't naively believe that any police officer from the Public Security Bureau will investigate your disappearance, do you?"
The man lying on the floor had a stiff expression on his face. He opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, he was interrupted by the upside-down scroll on the wall: "Great master, you can actually choose to communicate with spirits. That way you can get the answer you need, and you can also guarantee the authenticity of the answer."
"As for the remaining corpse, I can turn it into a living corpse. Although it is a bit weak and ugly, its flesh and blood body in reality will allow me to serve you better."
The stiffness and forbearance on the man's face quickly faded, leaving only fear and unease.
"I, cough cough..."
"No, I would never lie, really!"
Because he was so flustered, his words were somewhat incoherent.
Cyril nodded slightly, stood up, and took a step back, signaling him to continue.
He pursed his lips, which were a little chapped from not having drunk water for so long, and his Adam's apple bobbed twice before he continued:
"I accepted a job to steal something at an extraordinary gathering a couple of days ago. The pay was £300. The target was an item in this house."
"I don't know exactly what it is. The person who posted the commission gave me a small red paper figure. He said that as long as I get close to the item, the paper figure will react."
"I observed this area for several days and confirmed that only a young man who leaves early and returns late lives in this house, so I sneaked in today after he left."
As he said this, he couldn't help but look up at Sirion, his eyes filled with nothing but panic and regret.
He had hesitated before, how could a 300-pound theft commission be simple? But the 300 pounds was too important to him, and he also had a magical item that could hide in the shadows, so he decided to take the risk.
But he never expected that he would be attacked by a terrifying ghost as soon as he sneaked in, and he was knocked unconscious and caught on the spot by the owner of the house.
Cyril calmly observed him for a moment, then flicked a gold coin from his hand with a clang.
After confirming through divination that the other person was not lying, he then said:
"Take out that paper figure."
"no problem."
The man on the floor nodded repeatedly, then took out a crimson paper figure, as if it had been soaked in blood, from the inside pocket of his coat.
Cyril took the paper figure in his hand and examined it carefully, then gently rubbed his fingers together and lit it on fire.
In the crimson firelight, the palm-sized paper figure disintegrated into a patch of scarlet moonlight.
"The Moon...a vampire?"
After a low murmur, he tossed the gold coin in his hand again, making a simple claim.
The gold coin spun a few times in mid-air before landing back in his hand, heads up, indicating approval!
Hearing his murmur, the scroll facing down on the wall immediately responded:
"Great master, do you need me to teach those foolish vampires who dared to threaten your treasures a lesson?"
"You? Let's talk about that when you can step out of the painting."
After speaking, he looked down at the man who remained lying on the floor, not daring to move, and calmly asked:
"The vampire who gave you the task should have told you how to contact him after you steal the item, right?"
The man forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. Realizing that Cyril would win, his last shred of desire to shift all the blame onto the person who placed the order vanished.
"I didn't know he was a vampire at the time."
"However, he gave me an address, a manor on the outskirts of the northern district, the specific address is..."
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Upon hearing the address the man gave him, Sirion couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He was very familiar with the address and had even been there not long ago.
It was the manor where the vampire marquis Nibais lay asleep.
...Nibais would certainly not do that. If I really had something he needed, he would have many better options than to let an unreliable thief steal it. Even robbery would be better than theft.
As his thoughts drifted, a person popped into his mind—well, the figure of a vampire, Kasimi Audra, the grandson of Nibais.
Knowing that he possessed a magical item with the "Crimson Scholar" attribute, and having a particular need for it, she had previously attempted to purchase the item from him through Nibais.
This vampire baron had every reason and motive to do this.
Composing himself, he looked down at the man on the floor:
"I was originally planning to keep you around to guide me, but it seems unnecessary now. I already know who the vampire who issued this commission is."
The man on the ground's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly said, "Wait, I can use it, I can use it!"
"I can help you lure him out. If you rush in rashly, you'll definitely provoke the entire vampire clan."
"But if it's just him, you could easily take matters into your own hands and then frame me."
"Once I leave Backlund and escape to the sea or the southern continent, even vampires will have a hard time finding me."
Cyril looked down at him and asked with a half-smile:
"And it's also hard for me to find you, isn't it?"
The man on the ground chuckled and shook his head: "How could that be? You can tell fortunes. As long as you leave some of my personal belongings, you can easily find me."
Cyril waved his hand, skipping over the question:
"How I deal with that vampire is my business. Let's talk about compensation first."
The man nodded repeatedly: "No problem, what do you need me to do for you?"
After a moment of silence, Cyril bent down and pulled off the black cloak that was tied around his body.
"This magical item is mine as compensation for the damage you caused by trespassing into my home."
...I didn't even have time to do anything, so how could there be any loss? This is clearly robbery!
The man stared at him with a stiff face, and finally, under his emotionless gaze, he gritted his teeth and nodded with a pained expression:
"..good."
"Not bad." Sirion nodded with a smile:
"Finally, there's the question of whether you can keep what you saw and heard today a secret."
The man on the ground: "Keep it a secret, I'll absolutely keep it a secret!"
"I swear to the Lord of Storms, I will not reveal a single thing about what happened today to anyone."
Cyril ignored him and continued speaking to himself:
"Repeat after me in ancient Hermetic."
"From the unknowable sublime..."
"From the unknowable sublime..."
"A gateway to a higher dimension..."
"Dimension..."
The man stopped speaking abruptly, his face filled with terror and even a hint of pleading as he looked at Sirion.
"This...is an evil god?"
Cyril nodded noncommittally: "Theoretically speaking, all beings other than the Seven Gods are evil gods."
"If you recite this name, you may suffer a terrible fate later, or even die, but if you don't recite it, you will die now."
The man nodded with a pained expression: "I...I'll read it."
"From the unknowable sublime, the gateway to dimensions, the embodiment of art and fantasy."
Cyril nodded slightly, recited his own name in its entirety, and then looked at the man sitting on the floor with a bitter, conflicted, and utterly hopeless expression.
The latter repeated the name that Sirion had just recited in a broken voice, with each verse spaced several seconds apart:
"From the unknowable sublime...the gateway to dimensions...the embodiment of art and fantasy."
Hearing the echoing, illusory prayers in his ears, Cyril nodded to him, then pointed towards the door behind him:
"You can leave now."
The man looked at the door behind Xireen, his eyes lit up, and he quickly got up, but because he had been lying down for too long, his legs were numb, and with too much movement, he fell back onto the floor.
After sitting on the floor for a while to recover, he finally stood up shakily and fled as if chased by a demon. The attic was quiet for a moment, then the scroll hanging upside down on the wall suddenly spoke:
"Great master, I don't think this ugly, weak fellow is a qualified servant."
"At the very least, you should have the same strength as me, and the same loyalty; that would be your best option."
"He is not my servant. Also, you will come with me on this trip."
As he spoke, Sirion took the scroll down from the wall.
"Great master, where are we going?"
"Go and give that vampire baron a sufficiently profound warning."
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