novellaaa Chapter 240 Adam's Mission
Chapter 240 Adam's Mission
Chapter 240 Adam's Mission
Cyril raised an eyebrow and asked curiously:
"Can you still exert influence when they can't see you?"
In the painting, Steve paused for a moment, then lowered his head dejectedly.
"Uh, I can't do it."
Cyril smiled, took the scroll down from the wall, and casually said:
"The Storm Church here doesn't really welcome me. We need to find another place and a different identity."
Steve asked curiously, "Master, are you leaving this island already?"
Cyril shook his head slightly: "No, just changing hotels."
"Afterwards, I can easily blend in here by simply changing my disguise, or even without disguise at all, as long as I pay a little attention to avoiding certain groups of people."
"After all, without intervention from higher-level forces, they probably wouldn't even be able to draw up my arrest warrant."
At this point, Cyril couldn't help but chuckle. The fact that the disguised portrait could point to him and establish a strange connection with him was completely unexpected.
However, this is very useful. For example, even if the local Storm Church wanted to issue a warrant for his arrest, without a portrait, they could only rely on the few police officers and substitutes who had seen him to search around.
If they wanted to report their anomalies to the Rothschild Islands headquarters like Airland did, they could only rely on sending simple text messages via telegram.
Without a concrete portrait, he wouldn't be wanted even if he swaggered into Bayam.
"I probably have a bad relationship with the Storm Church, otherwise I wouldn't have been wanted by the local Storm Church as soon as I set sail. Although it won't have any real impact, it really affects my mood."
He muttered something, then placed one hand on the doorknob and gently turned his wrist.
A faint blue light flickered on the door frame, and as the door was opened, a "door" embedded in the frame, resembling a transparent water curtain, was revealed.
Behind the "door" is a bright, magnificent, solemn and sacred church.
Sirion paused for a moment. If the church behind the "door" hadn't felt so familiar, he would have almost thought he had opened a "door" leading to the deep blue church in Bansi Port.
After taking a closer look, he turned his gaze away from the towering cross behind the "door" and stepped inside.
The Church of Bones is magnificent and enormous, with towering black stone pillars.
At this moment, a small meeting seemed to be taking place inside the Church of Bones. Besides Adam, he also saw an old man in a gray robe, the unremarkable Hermes, and Baros Hopkins, the "King of the Black Seat," with whom he had already made a deal.
Because of his sudden arrival, everyone, including Adam, looked at him with curiosity and scrutiny.
Cyril's gaze swept over each of them, smiling and nodding in greeting, before finally settling on Adam.
The latter, with his ever-present warm smile, spoke in a calm and gentle tone:
"I have a task for you to complete. The reward is that I will arrange a reasonable script for you to write yourself."
Before Sirion could answer, the other members of the Twilight Shroud sitting in the Church of Bones couldn't help but speak up:
"Mr. Adam, what kind of mission is it, and can I participate?"
"Mr. Adam, it's me."
Sitting at the very front, before the towering cross, Adam shook his head slightly and said in a calm tone:
"This is a task that only he can accomplish."
Seeing Adam speak, the members of the Twilight Hermits who had spoken earlier, though still somewhat unwilling, had no choice but to remain silent and stop recommending themselves.
Cyril withdrew his gaze from them. He had a feeling that Adam was doing this on purpose, but he couldn't figure out what his purpose was. Gathering his wandering thoughts, he nodded slightly to Adam and said:
"I understand, is it about the 'City of Calamity'?"
"But I'm in some trouble now. I'm wanted by the local Storm Church, and there are also followers of the Weather God in the shadows."
Adam still wore that warm smile:
"I'll make them forget about this for a while and subconsciously ignore your existence."
"But you'd better finish your mission before Leodorus discovers and delivers the oracle, and then leave."
What did Leodoro discover? Did he discover the anomaly on Bansie Island, or did he discover me?
He wanted to ask a few more questions, but Adam seemed unwilling to answer. After smiling and nodding at him, a burst of brilliant sunlight suddenly shone around them, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.
When the light disappeared and everything returned to normal, Sirion found himself still in the same position as when he first pressed the handle to open the door.
"...Dream?"
"It may have been a dream for you, but it also really happened just now."
Suddenly, a familiar, aged voice rang out in his mind. Xireen was stunned for a moment, and then an image of an old man wearing a gray-white robe popped into his mind.
His hair was completely white, but thick enough. He didn't have many wrinkles on his face, and his appearance wasn't particularly distinctive.
Hermes!
He was a fellow member of the Twilight Hermits and one of the earliest masters of mysticism in the world, as well as the founder of human mysticism.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when Hermes' aged voice, tinged with obvious amusement, resounded in his heart:
"I didn't expect you to think so highly of me."
Without giving Sirion a chance to interrupt, he continued speaking to himself:
"If I'm not mistaken, you're already a 'Recordator.' I recall that at this stage, you can record extraordinary abilities at the demigod level. If you need anything, you can come find me."
"Or if you need any other help, you can come to me, or try to find members of the Twilight Hermits in the area. I think Adam meant the same thing just now."
"When necessary, you may recite my venerable name: Observer of the spiritual world, Creator of transcendental language, Founder of human mysticism, Great Hermes."
"My virtual persona will temporarily reside in the spiritual world of this sea area. If you don't have time to recite my name, just call out my name, and I will hear you."
"This is not the authority of a 'writer' where 'everything they say will be known,' but merely a form of exploitation of the inner world."
dong dong~
As soon as Hermes finished speaking, a melodious chime suddenly rang out around them.
At the same time, Cyril felt a strange, elusive power spreading with the echoing chimes.
Hermes's voice suddenly rang in her mind: "It's Adam's psychological suggestion."
"The people on this island will no longer remember that you were here or what you did. When they don't interact with you, they will subconsciously ignore your existence."
"Alright, this brief exchange is over. Members of the Twilight Hermits are not allowed to influence each other using extraordinary powers."
"Adam will allow me to entrust this virtual personality to your island of consciousness today only because I can help you exempt yourself from the mental influence just now."
Cyril felt the echoing voice in his heart gradually fading away. Before Hermes' voice completely disappeared, he spoke up to remind her:
"Do not delve too deeply into the spiritual world of this island; some places are polluted."
He did not hear Hermes' reply, but it is likely that the angel who was "observer" had heard it.
He then turned and looked at the two Punisher members who had fainted on the floor behind him, and frowned.
"The way they both are behaving, Adam's psychological suggestion should be a reasonable explanation, right?"
After muttering something to himself, he turned his wrist and this time actually opened the door.
After walking between doors several times, he arrived at another hotel on the street and checked in without any problems.
On the White Agate, Ellan, who had been staying at the inn before heading to Cyrene with Nicolo, returned to the ship.
The first mate, watching Airland return to the ship alone, asked with some curiosity:
"Captain, didn't you go to bail out the detained passengers? Why did you come back alone?"
"The situation is serious; the police station won't release him?"
"bail?"
Airland frowned. He vaguely remembered that such a thing had happened, but he couldn't quite recall who he had bailed out or what happened afterward.
After thinking quietly for a moment, he rubbed his forehead and said:
"It shouldn't be. I remember I bailed him out, and then, then...:"
"It seems he left alone, intending to stay on the island for a while."
"Tonight's events have given me a real headache, I..."
As he was talking, Erlan suddenly froze. He couldn't remember what he had done that night, only vaguely recalling that he had come to the island for something very important, and that something unexpected had happened afterward.
"I...