novellaaa Chapter 173 Tracking
Chapter 173 Tracking
Chapter 173 Tracking
Boom!Boom!
The short knock had barely sounded when the tightly closed door suddenly creaked open by itself.
Outside, Owen looked curiously at the door that could open by itself, then glanced at Cyril:
"How did you do that? Is it a kind of magic trick?"
"no."
Sitting on the sofa, Sirian shook his head slightly and pointed behind the door, out of Owen's sight, saying:
"There's a creature in a painting behind the door; you can leave things like opening and closing the door to it."
After a brief pause, his gaze fell upon the refined and cultured middle-aged man behind Irving:
"Who is this?"
"Oh, he's our Asia..."
"Hello, my name is Verdu Garcia."
The refined and cultured middle-aged man behind Irving interrupted him, his gaze lingering on Sirion for a moment, scrutinizing him.
Then he smiled and nodded, saying:
"Grandpa Owen's generation was a branch that separated from our family. We only recently got in touch with them, and now he's the only one left in this branch."
"I originally planned to take him back to live in the Middle Sea County, but he was reluctant. As an elder, I was also worried about leaving him alone, so I wanted to find out about his life and social circle in Backlund first."
As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the three steaming cups on the coffee table in front of Sirion. He paused abruptly, then asked in surprise:
"You seem to have known in advance that we would be visiting?"
Cyril nodded slightly: "I just did a divination for myself not long ago."
Irving, looking at Verdu's visibly changed and somewhat wary expression, said somewhat awkwardly:
"Um... Mr. Verdu, Sirion knows about the Abraham family, and he knows you too."
"He was right next to me when I summoned the messenger yesterday, and he even helped me open the box containing the method to contact the elders."
Verdu: _
He glanced at Owen beside him, then at Cyril sitting on the sofa, his expression quite intriguing.
He took several deep breaths before he managed to compose himself and looked at Owen with a serious expression:
"I think I need an explanation."
"You're not even at Sequence 7 yet, why did you contact the Elders' Council beforehand and expose your family's information?"
Owen lowered his head: "I... I just wanted to tell the elders about a way that could help us safely get through the full moon."
Verdu's tense expression softened somewhat, but he was still dissatisfied.
"Gentlemen, please sit down and talk." Cyril gestured to the sofa beside him, then looked at Verdu, whose expression was serious and who exuded a low-pressure aura, and said calmly:
"Mr. Verdu, since you didn't teleport away immediately, that means we're still communicating, right?"
"Let me explain for Irving first. He did not intentionally reveal any information about Abraham. It was just that I guessed it because of some immature words and actions."
"As for why Irving contacted you in advance, it's because he found a way to safely get through the full moon, but that method may not be suitable for all of you."
Verdu asked in a deep voice, "Why?"
Cyril looked at Owen and asked suspiciously, "Didn't you say?"
Irving nodded sullenly: "No, I forgot to ask you before if I could spread the name of that great being in private."
"Um..." Sirien didn't know what to say for a moment.
"A great being?"
Verdu's expression, which had just softened, turned serious again, and his spiritual energy surged. If he hadn't prepared himself mentally before coming, he would have teleported away the moment he heard the words "great being".
The damage that the Abraham family suffered from the Aurora Society and the "True Creator" was too profound, and the current Abrahams cannot withstand a second such blow.
Noticing Verdu's reaction, Irving felt a pang of discomfort, but still answered honestly:
"Yes, I almost lost control of my speech during the full moon. To help me, Sirion told me the name of that great being."
"Since then, I have safely passed three full moons."
"Mr. Verdu, if you have any doubts about this, you can wait until the next full moon and watch how I get through the 'eating words' disturbance during the full moon."
Verdu looked at Owen with a complicated expression, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
After a dozen seconds of silence in the living room, Verdu took a crystal ball from his pocket and looked at Sirion:
"Would you mind if I did an astrological reading?"
Cyril nodded slightly and gestured for them to proceed.
As evening fell, Cyril was preparing dinner for himself when a thick gray fog suddenly enveloped him. He then saw Sherlock Moriarty praying in a dimly lit room.
"Dear Mr. Fool, please convey my message to Mr. Fate: I wish to rent his two magical items now."
Return it before dawn tomorrow.
Cyril looked up at the magnificent figure above the endless gray mist, then replied:
"I see."
After he responded, the thick gray fog that had been looming before him vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.
He glanced at the unfinished dinner in the pot, sighed helplessly, and turned off the gas stove.
"My cooking skills were already bad, and then I was interrupted halfway through. Klein is 80% responsible for the bad dinner tonight."
Above the gray fog, Klein suddenly felt an itch on the tip of his nose and an urge to sneeze.
He raised his hand to touch his nose and muttered softly:
"Is someone watching me from behind?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the gray mist suddenly trembled, and the crimson star representing Cyrene expanded and contracted repeatedly, rippling outwards. The illusory prayer echoed through the space above the gray mist:
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"Your faithful servant prays to you;
We implore you to open the gates of your kingdom;
Please accept his offering.
As Klein responded, the surrounding gray mist surged and condensed into a slightly ethereal bronze door.
The next second, a bright silver, gem-encrusted, ornate pistol and a brass ring flew out from behind the illusory gate and landed in Klein's hand.
After taking a quick look and confirming that there were no problems, he waved his hand in front of him, causing the Gate of Sacrifice and Gift to disappear, and then he left the space above the gray mist.
Soon, the space above the gray fog trembled once more.
After a few seconds of delay, Klein reappeared, responding to his prayers, opening the Gate of Sacrifice and Gift, and sending the Peacekeeper and Inquisitor Rings that Cyril had just sacrificed to him back to his present self.
Nighttime, the streets outside Green Cemetery in the North District are sparsely populated.
Wearing a classic black robe, a top hat, and gold-rimmed glasses, Verdu strode quickly toward the brightly lit area ahead.
Behind him, across the street, Cyril stood out from where the gas streetlights couldn't reach, gazing curiously in his direction.
He had originally planned to go to the docks to watch the battle between Klein and his group and the members of the Rose School's indulgence faction, but while traveling in the Mirror World, he saw Verdu and, out of curiosity, followed him for a while.
As a result, he followed the other person all the way to the cemetery where he had previously met Will Unsettin, and witnessed the other person searching for and paying respects to the deceased members of the Abraham family.
"By only honoring the deceased members of Abraham's family and offering sacrifices to each of them, was it to avoid disturbing those members of Abraham's family who were living in anonymity, or was it to guard against possible surveillance?"
He muttered something under his breath, tossed a gold coin he was playing with into the air, and then caught it.
After repeating this several times, he finally stopped tossing the coins and chased after the direction where Verdu's figure had disappeared.
On the banks of the Tasok River, where the sound of rushing water could be heard, Verdu cautiously glanced back in the direction behind him.
After confirming that no one was following him, he reached out and pulled at a "door" shaped pattern on his classical robe, which consisted of three rubies, three emeralds, and three diamonds.
In the next instant, the various rice-grain-sized gems inlaid on the classical robe shimmered with dazzling starlight, outlining a star-studded illusory door in the void.
Verdu stepped behind the illusory gate, which then shattered, turning into scattered specks of light that dissipated into the air.
Amidst the rushing water, not far from where Verdu had teleported away, a layer of lightless "black curtain" fell, revealing Cyril's figure in the darkness.