novellaaa Chapter 124 A Heart-Pounding Encounter
Chapter 124 A Heart-Pounding Encounter
Chapter 124 A Heart-Pounding Encounter
Was that time good or bad?
As thoughts drifted, Adam's voice echoed gently:
"From a social and civilizational perspective, the later the better, because only time can drive the progress of society and civilization."
"But from a broader perspective, the Tertiary period should be considered the best period."
"At that time, the original barrier was still intact, the influence of the ancient starry sky on this world was very limited, the chaotic era of the ancient gods had receded, the end of the world was still far away, and everything was thriving."
As Adam described it, a series of mural-like images appeared before Sirion's eyes:
A colossal radiance, seemingly capable of supporting heaven and earth, surrounded him; angels with layers of wings of light; a magnificent, ancient city; a dragon bound by willow chains, unable to fly; and a giant chained between mountains.
"These are some scenes from my memory. If you want to know more specific details, you can call my name at any time, and I will show you the corresponding memories."
"In exchange, I need you to periodically deliver a portion of the completed paintings to me."
Cyril nodded slightly: "No problem, but the things in my paintings will only have a simple interpretation of their appearance, personality, and abilities."
Adam's voice rang out again: "I am merely studying this; moreover, the power of fantasy can fill false illusions with substantial force."
Is that even possible?
Sirion raised an eyebrow slightly; he seemed to have found a way to mass-produce "advanced spells".
Adam gave his answer after a moment's hesitation: "These two powers are themselves subordinate to the power of creation, belonging to one of the powers that can be compatible and extended with each other."
Cyril nodded, a little nervously, then decisively moved on from the topic:
"Did you suddenly appear because of my unusually good luck before?"
Adam: "Yes, the little snake's interference in this destiny is obvious, not just me, but the truth should have noticed it as well."
"He's very good at hiding. Ulorius won't be able to find him for a while, but things will change once he really notices him."
"Perhaps it won't be long before I ask you for help, after all, you are the source of the change in my destiny."
"Me?" Sirion asked, somewhat puzzled, but Adam did not give a further answer.
Just like his sudden appearance, he has now suddenly left.
Without Adam to talk to, Cyril sped up immediately, repeatedly "opening the door," and soon returned to his home in the South Bridge area.
Ha Wen, who was applying a damp coin to her eye, tilted her head slightly and asked:
"You've been gone for quite a while, did something happen?"
Cyril: "Father Utravsky went out tonight."
"Going out tonight?" Ha Wen's expression was a little strange, as if he had suddenly thought of many things.
After a pause, he said reassuringly, "It's alright, we can go find him together tomorrow."
Realizing that Havin had misunderstood, Sirion quickly explained:
"Father Utravsky is out, but there are other pharmacists in the Harvest Church, and they are real 'pharmacists'."
"The true 'Pharmacist'... an extraordinary one?"
Ha Wen is a bit strange... If it's a sequence name, then this name is too close to everyday life.
Cyril nodded. "Yes, Sequence 9 'Pharmacist,' while the one in the Harvest Church is a natural Sequence 7 from this path."
Havin's tone was somewhat unusual: "Born with Sequence 7, could it be that one of his parents is a high-ranking member of the 'Earth Mother Goddess' church?"
In the afternoon, he had already learned most of the common knowledge of mysticism from Sirion, so his first thought was that powerful extraordinary beings could freely choose how many traits their offspring would inherit, although this was somewhat different from the situation of vampires.
The next day, at four o'clock in the afternoon.
Cyril arrived early behind the mirror at the dockside workers' association, and then immediately moved away.
He sensed the presence of the "True Creator" in that building; judging from the intensity of the presence...
This is not something that can be achieved simply by believers gathering and praying.
After tossing the gold coins twice and claiming the spot, he realized that this was where Lanius was hiding.
As the biological father of the evil god's offspring, he has already established a connection with the "True Creator," the occult father of the evil god's offspring, and has become a backup vessel for divine descent.
"Why do I keep running into aurora festivals and 'the true creator' lately?"
"Did I use up all my good luck before, and now I'm at a low point in my luck, and the things I least want to encounter are the things I'm most likely to run into?"
As he muttered to himself, he saw someone wearing a brown-yellow jacket over a thick sweater and gold-rimmed glasses.
Wearing a simple soft hat and dressed like a typical reporter, Klein stepped down from the public carriage.
It took a lot of effort for Sirion to enter the unstable mirror world behind the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses.
"If it weren't for the fact that the incomplete power of the 'otherworldly traveler' happened to have special aspects in terms of dimensions, time and space, I really wouldn't have been able to enter such an unstable mirror world."
"Or the moment I enter, the mirror world will collapse, and I will perish along with this space."
As he whispered, he projected his own transparent, illusory image onto the glass lenses of Klein's face.
"There are believers in the 'True Creator' there, and there is more than one."
Klein was visibly startled when he saw the transparent figure suddenly appear in front of him, and almost threw away the gold-rimmed glasses that cost him 5 sous and 3 pence.
Fortunately, the Joker's abilities allowed him to control this impulse.
After suppressing his emotions, he looked at Sirion, whose figure was reflected in the lenses of his glasses, with some curiosity.
He was different from usual at this moment. His figure was ethereal, dappled with starlight, and behind him were several pairs of transparent, dragonfly-wing-like membranes, much like the image of a fairy in some stories.
Noticing Klein's scrutinizing gaze, Sirion said helplessly:
"The reflective properties of the lens are so poor that the mirror world behind it is extremely unstable. I must always minimize my impact on this fragile mirror world and be ready to leave at any time."
Upon hearing this, Klein nodded cautiously, not daring to make any further moves.
"There's no need to be so careful. As long as the lens doesn't break and we don't go to places with too much light, this mirror world won't suddenly collapse."
"Hmm." Klein nodded slightly, then said:
"I plan to go in and investigate, under the guise of a journalist. The person I'm looking for is likely connected to the aurora borealis, and I feel there's a high probability of finding him here."
"Go ahead, perfect timing. I left too quickly and didn't have time to look closely."
Cyril nodded slightly, and then his reflection in the glasses suddenly vanished.
Klein subconsciously raised his hand to adjust the glasses perched on his nose, then strode towards the workers' association on the other side of the street.
"Hello, I'm a reporter from the Backlund Daily. I'd like to interview some of your association's staff to understand your needs and aspirations."
Across from him, the man in the patched coat spoke reflexively:
"No, we haven't organized a strike recently, no!"
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Klein paused for half a second, then looked into the other person's eyes and explained sincerely:
"I think you've misunderstood. I'm someone who sympathizes with you and I'm planning to do a feature article describing what the workers are doing to help other workers and the difficulties they actually face."
"I see..." The man hesitated for a few seconds, then pointed in a direction and said:
"Go find Mr. Rand. He's our publicity officer. He's in the second office on the right."
"Thank you." Klein thanked him and then turned to walk in the direction the man was pointing.
He hadn't gone far when his steps suddenly froze for a moment, and beads of cold sweat soaked his back beneath his thick sweater, as if he were facing an extremely terrifying abyss.
Fortunately, the "Joker" ability helped him control his slightly trembling body, allowing him to walk forward a distance without changing his expression and enter the office of Rand, the propaganda officer of the Workers' Association.
The terrifying feeling of facing the abyss only subsided after he closed the office door behind him.
He hadn't even bothered to examine what the person who had instilled such instinctive fear in him looked like; he only knew that the other was wearing a mysterious black robe.
A voice, seemingly a sigh, yet also a soliloquy, echoed softly in his ear:
"The 'Sage of Mysteries,' Butis!"
"What is he doing here? He shouldn't be in Backlund at this time."