novellaaa Chapter 220 An Unexpected Prayer
Chapter 220 An Unexpected Prayer
Chapter 220 An Unexpected Prayer (An extra chapter for yesterday's 1000 monthly votes)
The withered old man before me shook his head slightly, his voice aged and hoarse:
"No, I just happened to pass by that spiritual world and only started paying more attention to it after I discovered that you had been in contact with Adam."
"As for discovering your special qualities, that's a matter for later."
He paused for a moment, then pointed to the parchment contract in Sirion's hand and said:
"Let's sign a contract first. I feel very insecure if I stay by your side for too long."
"Adam could be watching me at any moment, and I don't want to face him yet, or rather, no ancient dragon wants to face him."
"Okay." Cyril nodded, then wrote a pseudonym on the brown parchment:
Randolph Carter!
The contract recognizes a unique spiritual aura; as for the name, it's just a code, and you can write anything you like.
During his "Recorder" and "Traveler" phases, he was destined to travel the world to digest the potion. When traveling, it was safer to have multiple identities.
At least in the future, after Randolph Carter is wanted by the Church of the True God or the Church of the Evil God, he can still safely be Cyril Gray again.
After he signed his name, the old man with the withered manuscript also wrote his name on the parchment.
Cyril glanced at it curiously; the ancient dragon, whose age was unknown, was named Erdfana.
As the two left their names on the parchment, golden, illusory flames instantly ignited on the brownish-yellow parchment. Then, two brilliant golden orbs, like miniature suns, separated and entered the bodies of Cyrien and Erdfana respectively.
Cyril closed his eyes. He could clearly feel a heavy, lock-like illusory presence on his spirit.
"I think you need an item that can make you less noticeable, otherwise you might run into your 'spy' in the future and cause problems."
"While this should be a problem for the 'peeping Toms,' too many similar incidents will inevitably lead to some unnecessary accidents."
Cyril nodded. This was indeed a problem that needed to be taken seriously. So far, he had only encountered two "secret seekers." One was Bernadette, who could already use the "secret eye" freely and had long since become a "master of prophecy." The other had become a fanatical follower of his own. If he encountered other "secret seekers" in the future, it would be fine if they all became fanatical followers like House. However, if they directly lost control or died suddenly, he would probably become the number one enemy of the Morse Penitentiary.
It might even influence the attitude of the Steam Church, which has also trained many "secret seekers," towards him.
He paused, looked at Erdfana, and asked earnestly:
Do you have any good suggestions?
He believed that since Gu Long had pointed out the problem, he must have a solution to help him solve it.
Erdfana chuckled and shook his head:
"You don't actually need to ask me for help; you can do it yourself."
He paused, then pointed to the scroll hanging on the wall and said, "Your painting."
"Since you can give paintings all sorts of magical effects, you should be able to paint a layer of disguise on yourself too, right?"
"Given your uniqueness, it's difficult for low- to mid-sequence extraordinary individuals to see through your disguise. But at the high-sequence level, the 'Secret Seeker' can freely control the 'Secret Eye' ability and has learned to restrain their curiosity."
Xi Ruien's eyes lit up. As a man who didn't usually wear makeup, he had never thought about the problem in this direction before.
But upon closer examination, this suggestion is highly feasible.
Seeing him lost in thought, Erdfana took two steps back and calmly said:
"Well then, I wish you a pleasant life and journey ahead."
Before he finished speaking, his figure became transparent and then disappeared from Sirion's sight.
As Erdfana's figure disappeared, Cyril was surprised to find that the illusory gate connecting to the spirit world, created by the ritual of summoning the messenger, had not yet disappeared.
"He didn't even come through the response ceremony!"
I glanced at those strange creatures from the spirit world, the astral realm, and other dimensions who were still lingering behind the "door," unable to find the ritual passage to respond, but unwilling to leave.
Cyril wondered if ending the ritual like this would leave a bad impression on the community of these strange creatures.
"Fine, let the reputation be damaged. After all, Haolie is an angelic messenger."
"And it wasn't in the same severely injured state as Klein's messenger, although the pollutants in the 'Chaos Sea' were even more outrageous."
He muttered a few words under his breath and then ended the ritual to summon the messenger. As for the creatures still wandering in the spirit world who wanted to respond to the ritual but couldn't find the passage, they could only blame themselves for not passing the selection.
As he cleaned up the ritual remnants in the room, the distorted figure in the scroll on the wall asked:
"Master, are you not going to summon the messenger?"
After looking it up and down to make sure it had no recollection of what had just happened, Sirion calmly replied:
"No need."
...They're really being cautious. But why doesn't it affect my memories? Do they think Adam won't read my memories so directly?
As his thoughts drifted, he suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers echoing in his ears.
After putting down the materials in his hands, he dragged over a chair and sat down. Then he closed his eyes and meditated, allowing his mind to ascend to a dimension overlooking all things.
His gaze followed the connection established by the prayer, and then he saw an unexpected figure: the unfortunate thief who had been commissioned by Kasimi Audra at a gathering of extraordinary beings.
He was somewhat surprised that the other party would take the initiative to recite his name. Normally, an extraordinary person who encounters such a thing should wish to forget all the memories of that time.
He hesitated whether to respond, since he had asked the other party to recite his name out of fear and for secrecy.
While he hesitated, the man who had been praying to him began to pray on his own, just as if he were praying to a deity in a church of a true god, without any sense of incongruity.
...This guy's ability to accept evil gods is making me wonder if I corrupted him at some point.
After silently criticizing him, he listened very patiently to the other person's prayer:
"As a sublime being beyond dimensions, I've encountered an unprecedented predicament. Because I left some traces when I stole something, I'm now wanted by the Church of the 'Lord of Storms.'"
"It's not just the Church of Storms' scapegoats, but also the bounty hunters active in Backlund, and their informants—they're all searching for me."
"Having lost that invisibility cloak and with my spiritual injuries not yet healed, I am powerless to escape Backlund. But if I stay here, I will be found sooner or later, killed outright, or imprisoned in the church's underground."
"Sublime being beyond dimensions, please save me. I don't want to be imprisoned in the underground of the Holy Wind Cathedral, I don't want to become a test subject of the Church, and I don't want to die in agony from torture."
After praying to the unknown evil god, Luciano used the edge of the table to stand up from his chair.
He had no other choice. He had no magical artifacts, was severely injured, and was wanted by the authorities. Bounty hunters active in the shadows of the city also targeted him.
He even suspected that the vampire who had given him that damned mission would retaliate against him.
"Damn it, why am I so unlucky?"
"We can't stay here any longer. It's all that guy's fault. If it weren't for..."
"What else could it be?"
Cyril appeared silently behind him and asked curiously.
The man with his back to him stiffened, then suddenly turned around, flicking a black iron dagger from his sleeve straight at Sirion's face.
Snapped!
Cyril snapped his fingers, and the dagger that was heading straight for his face was deflected by an unseen hand and stuck in the window frame behind him.
Upon seeing Cyril's appearance clearly, Luciano froze for a moment, instinctively trying to step back, but instead bumped into the edge of the table.
"What are you doing here?"
"I... I haven't revealed your information to anyone."
...However, I left some letters in my former safe house, and if I were to meet with misfortune, the contents of that place would be exposed within a month.
Seeing the guilty look in the other person's eyes, Xireen laughed and asked in return:
What do you think?
"I..."
Tap~ Tap~
The footsteps outside the door interrupted Luciano's words.
Cyril glanced back at the window and gently rubbed the glass crystal ball a few times with his left hand, which was in his pocket.
Immediately, a dazzling light flashed in his dark eyes, and several figures that had flashed by in the surroundings appeared in his mind.
"The Church of Storms' scapegoats, and two bounty hunters hiding nearby."
"What did you steal from those Storm Pigeons? This lineup seems like a waste to deal with a Sequence 9 'Assassin' like you."
"I..." Luciano pursed his lips, then gritted his teeth and said:
"I am willing to offer my most devout faith and soul to that sublime being 'above dimensions,' please save me."
This is the only way out he can think of right now.
As far as he knew, some cults were actually more harmonious than the orthodox church. If he sincerely joined them, this powerful cultist might not mind saving him.