novellaaa Chapter 302 The Andrerad Family
Chapter 302 The Andrerad Family
Chapter 302 The Andrerad Family
"The Andrerad family, that demonic family that worships the 'dark side of the universe'?"
"Are you a member of this family, or is it your boss?"
The man lying on the ground hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yes, boss. We're just the helpers he trained for himself."
Cyril nodded, then asked, "Did you find the Andrerad family's treasure?"
The man on the ground quickly shook his head: "No, we just arrived on this island yesterday and haven't even started searching yet."
"But I heard some specific clues about this treasure from the boss. I can take you there, really."
"This is a treasure left behind by a demon family with a history of over a thousand years. There must be something good inside."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully.
Seeing this, the man on the ground breathed a slight sigh of relief; at least he wouldn't die for the time being.
Click!
The sound of bones dislocating rang out, and the man on the ground tilted his head, lifeless, his wide eyes filled with astonishment.
"The credibility of a treasure left behind by a 'demon' is extremely low."
"Besides, the spirit left behind by your boss after his death is in my hands, so I don't need you to be my guide."
After muttering a couple of things, Cyril took a black iron flask from his waist and poured some of the spirits he had bought in Nass into his mouth.
"hiss..."
I pursed my lips and felt the scent of alcohol mixed with juniper berries spreading through my head, instantly dispelling most of the dark, greedy thoughts in my mind.
He then removed the black, gold-inlaid pocket watch from his wrist and placed it into the wine jug.
After waiting in place for a while and taking away the extracted extraordinary properties, Cyril used the Mirror World to quietly return to the hotel where he was staying.
After returning to the hotel, he sat by the fireplace for a while until he felt his body warm up again. Then he took out the drawing paper containing the lingering spirit of the Andrerad family "demon" and prepared to communicate with the spirit.
Since a normal psychic ritual can only ask three questions, he tried to make some modifications to this particular ritual.
On the drawing paper containing the remnants of the "demon's" spirit, he used paint to depict the other person's original appearance and incorporated the remnants of the other person's spirit into the portrait.
He then used this drawing as the main subject to perform a modified psychic ritual.
Ugh~
A sudden gust of cold wind caused the fire to cool down considerably, making it no longer warm.
In the dimly lit room, the gaunt man on the drawing gradually came to life, as if he were floating out of the painting.
His face was blank, his eyes were lifeless, as if he were sleepwalking.
Cyril glanced at the transparent spirit floating in mid-air, then asked, "Who are you?"
The spirit floating in mid-air hesitated for a moment, then quickly calmed down and replied in a dreamlike voice, "Nicodimus Brunson Andrerad, a member of the Andrerad family, one of the ancient demon families."
"Why did you come to White Whale Island?"
"Find clues to the treasure left here by the Andrerad family ancestors, and seize the opportunity to kill the Bonebreaker," said Basil.
Cyril raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "Just a clue?"
Nicodimus's spirit replied expressionlessly and in a flat tone, "Yes, there are only clues here."
"This involves a remnant of the Blood Duke. Originally, to guard against the North and Belial families, the clues were deliberately scattered and hidden in different places."
...You're demons, not puzzle solvers or treasure hunters. Why are you playing this treasure hunt game? Why not just give the stuff to the younger generation in your family?
I now think there's almost a 100% chance that this so-called treasure is problematic.
Composing himself, Sirion pressed on, "How many clues have you gathered?"
Nicodimus did not answer immediately. His spirit face showed a painful expression, and his body trembled for a while before stabilizing after about ten seconds. His already transparent spirit became even more transparent.
Then, in a slightly weaker voice than before, he said, "One serving."
"What's the clue?"
"A ship."
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Cyril silently stared at Nicodimus's spirit. If he hadn't been able to clearly sense Nicodimus's current state, he would have suspected that Nicodimus had regained some consciousness and was deliberately hiding information from him.
He paused, then changed the subject: "Find an opportunity to kill 'The Bonebreaker' Basil?"
"He is a traitor who has betrayed the honor of the Andrerad family."
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What honor do you demon families have?
I didn't realize you were still that immature young man from the Demon Family, no, middle-aged man?
After mentally grumbling a few times, he continued, "Do you know where 'The Bonebreaker' Basil is?"
Nicodimus's spirit expression turned painful again, then became more transparent, as if it might melt into the air at any moment.
After calming down, he said weakly, "I don't know."
"I used a ritual to influence his premonition of danger," but he didn't appear on White Whale Island, and I suspect he has left the surrounding waters.
They left?
That's certainly possible.
He nodded thoughtfully, then ended the psychic ritual, causing the paper containing Nicodimus's remaining spirit to spontaneously combust, releasing his spirit and sending him into the underworld.
Backlund, Odra Manor, a suburb in the northern district.
Emlyn returned to the area and, led by Kasim, entered the basement of the luxurious villa, where he found the coffin of Marquis Nibais...
Before the iron-black coffin, before he could figure out how to speak, Nibais, inside the coffin, spoke first: "Emlin, have you made your decision?"
Emlyn nodded earnestly: "Yes, Marquis Nibais, I... I'd like to give it a try."
"Very good." Nibais's tone inside the coffin was clearly pleased. "Don't worry, I will personally take care of you."
"Just let me know when you're ready."
Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly, repeating this several times to prepare yourself mentally.
Emlyn took a step forward: "I'm ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, a full moon appeared in the sky above the basement, its crimson moonlight falling like a thin veil, gently covering Emlyn's body, his iron-black coffin, and the surrounding ground.
As the moonlight shone down, Emlyn felt his spirituality growing, his inspiration increasing, and even his physical constitution improving to some extent.
...Wow, that's amazing! It's even better than a normal full moon, and it's closer to a blood moon.
As he drifted into thought, Nibais's voice rang out: "Let's begin."
"it is good."
Emlyn nodded, instinctively clasping his hands together and placing them in front of his mouth and nose.
It took him two seconds to realize that this was not the Harvest Church, nor was it in front of the Life Emblem of the "Earth Mother".
Somewhat awkwardly, he lowered his clasped hands and held them upright in front of his chest, then recited in ancient Hermes: "Fool who does not belong to this age, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, you are the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune."
"Does not belong to..."
At 15 Minsk Street, Klein, who had just lain down on the bed, put on his coat and walked into the bathroom with a dark expression. He then took four steps backward into the space above the gray fog.
"Hmm? An unfamiliar voice?"
For a moment, Klein felt a surge of spirituality as he touched the new, ever-expanding, illusory star that rippled out in concentric circles of crimson light.
Then a scene covered in crimson immediately came into his view.
"Isn't that the vampire from the Harvest Church?"
"He actually dared to pray to the Fool; I thought he was just saying it..."
As he muttered to himself, he noticed the iron-black coffin beside Emlyn, and the "full moon" that shouldn't have appeared at this time.
"Is this the important vampire he was talking about?"
"Lying in a coffin, is it because he's not in good condition? Or is it a peculiar preference of vampires?"
After muttering a few words to himself, he looked away and severed the connection established by the beacon of prayer.
"No matter what these vampires are up to, I'll just stay silent."
"Well, it's not that I won't respond, it's just that I'll decide when to respond."
He muttered a few words to himself and was just about to leave the space above the gray fog when his gaze suddenly stopped as he swept over a pile of clutter in the corner.
After hesitating for a moment, he waved his hand and retrieved the "Red Priest" card from the pile of clutter, while simultaneously conjuring up his usual yellow crystal pendant in his hand.
A few breaths later, the citrine pendant began to swing slightly clockwise in his hand.
"As expected, with my advancement to Faceless One," the gray fog here began to blend with reality, and some external influences and pollution could no longer affect me.
He muttered something under his breath, then flipped the "Red Priest" card in his hand over, infusing it with spiritual energy to activate its information.
Soon, lines of red Old Fussac words appeared, and his gaze quickly swept over them before settling on the last few lines.
"Destructive natural disasters, the root of all evil..."
"Above the sequence, it's this information that has influenced me without my realizing it."
The underground of the Audra Estate villa.
Emlyn waited quietly for more than ten minutes, but still received no response, and looked at the iron-black coffin in front of him.
"Lord Nibais, that fool did not respond to me."
Inside the coffin, Nibais's voice, tinged with barely concealed weariness, said, "I understand. Let's leave it at that."
Emlyn nodded, bowed to the coffin in front of him, and then turned and left.
The next morning, Sirion was awakened by a knock on the door.
He rubbed his messy hair, got out of bed, dressed, tidied his disheveled hair a little, and went to open the door.
Outside the door, Angelina, with barely noticeable dark circles under her eyes, stood in front of the door, followed by a young man dressed as a sailor.
Cyril looked at the Twilight Sword steward with some surprise: "Is there something you need?"
Angelina looked at him intently, then asked in a dry, calm tone, "You killed a demon last night?"
Although it was a question, her tone was very certain, as if she had seen it with her own eyes last night.
Cyril nodded. "Yes, but not the Bonebreaker, nor any of the bounty hunters."
He didn't intend to keep it a secret, after all, quite a few people had seen him at the Swordfish Bar yesterday, so it was impossible to hide it from them.
Angelina nodded slightly: "Whether they are wanted pirates or not, demons are evil creatures that need to be eliminated."
The Church of the God of War won't make things difficult for you in this matter. I've only come to confirm if another powerful extraordinary individual has arrived on Whale Island.
After a slight pause, she changed the subject: "How long do you plan to stay on White Whale Island?"
Cyril: "Leave today."
Angelina nodded, then suggested, "Then you can buy your ticket early. A brand new steamship will arrive at the port this afternoon, and it will be warmer than the others."
Cyril nodded slightly: "Thank you for informing me."
After chatting briefly for a few more minutes, he watched the other person leave, then immediately closed the door, stayed by the warm fireplace for a while, washed up quickly, and began packing his luggage.
After checking out at the front desk on the first floor, he found a deserted alleyway and placed the crystal ball containing the eye on his chest.
A burst of brilliant, warm sunlight appeared, quickly coalescing into a golden carriage.
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