abnabooks Chapter 234 Attempting to Play the Role
Chapter 234 Attempting to Play the Role
Chapter 234 Attempting to Play the Role
"The Magician" Fors asked in bewilderment, "Why? If there's no problem, then why are they imprisoning him?"
Before Derrick could answer, Alger the Hanged Man interjected:
"It's impossible that there's no problem; it's just that the problem with her hasn't been discovered yet."
"Your chief couldn't possibly be unaware of this, but he still told you it anyway."
"What does this mean?" Fors asked on Derrick's behalf.
Sitting next to her, "Justice" Audrey pondered before answering:
"Hmm... From a political perspective, this shows that the chief distrusts all those who try to approach or influence Silver City. He is seeking a check and balance, seeking stability."
Her tone carried a subtle emotion. From Silver City's perspective, there was nothing wrong with this choice, but as a member of the Tarot Club, she disliked this feeling of not being trusted.
The patient is a truly kind and great person!
Well, the chief has never met Mr. Fool, and can only learn about things from Mr. Sun, so it's inevitable that he has some doubts.
But his attempt to create a balance of power with Mr. Sun through the "Shepherd" elder was a mistake.
As her thoughts drifted, she heard Mr. Fool lightly tapping the edge of the table. She quickly turned her head to look, curious about how Mr. Fool would react to this.
At the head of the long, weathered table, "The Fool" Klein leaned back in his chair, looked at "The Sun" Derrick, and said:
"Don't worry about it, improving yourself as soon as possible is the most important thing for you right now."
"As long as your Silver City continues to explore the outside world, you will eventually come into contact with those who live in the Forsaken Lands."
"If you don't actively perform sacrifices or summon Him, but instead listen to His voice, you will be safe."
Derrick nodded earnestly to the head of the table, "The Fool" Klein, and said:
"I understand. Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Fool."
Derrick then recounted some events concerning the City of Silver, and the other members of the Tarot meeting shared their opinions and suggestions until "The Fool" signaled the end of the day's gathering.
Led by Audrey, everyone rose and bowed. Then, a deep red light rose from the gray mist, and the blurry figures on both sides of the mottled long table disappeared one by one.
White Agate, Room 306.
Xireen, who was leaning back on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes. He propped himself up and turned his head to look at the painting he had hung on the wall.
Steve in the painting quickly bowed and said:
"Great master, no one has come to disturb us during this time."
"However, the very idle captain patrolled the outer corridor three times, and I heard him talking to the passengers in the corridor."
Cyril nodded. "I understand. You stay in the room and keep watch. Don't let anyone break in."
After saying that, he stood up from the sofa, walked to the bedroom, and casually opened the tightly closed door.
A faint, almost imperceptible blue light rippled from the door frame, connecting the "door" that originally led to the bedroom with the doors to the other rooms on the ship.
Relying on his powerful spiritual intuition as an "astrologer," he accurately avoided the rooms where people were staying without even performing a divination.
After quietly cruising around the ship, he returned to 306 with a few candles and ritual supplies such as essential oils and hydrosols.
Room number 1.
After setting up another layer of spiritual wall to separate the inside from the outside, he sent the human skin shadow properties hidden in the world of the painting and the "Red Priest" card into the gray fog through a sacrificial ritual.
Klein, who had been waiting above the gray fog, responded to the ritual immediately and retrieved the two items.
It was a thin, human-skin-like mask with constantly changing facial features, which, upon closer inspection, gave one a sense of disorientation, and a playing card depicting Emperor Roselle wearing full blood-red armor and standing with a torrent of troops behind him.
Klein casually conjured a gold coin and claimed it from the thin human skin.
After confirming that it was the main ingredient in his "Faceless Man" potion, he waved his hand and sent the thin human skin flying into a pile of junk covered in gray mist in the corner of the hall.
He then took the "Red Priest" card and sat down in the "Patient" position.
As he infused the card with spirituality, lines of Old Fursak words appeared on the "Red Priest" card:
Sequence 9: The Hunter.
Sequence 8: The Provocateur.
Sequence 7: The Arsonist...
Sequence 2: Weather Earth...
Sequence 1: The Conqueror...
Sequence 0: Red Priest Ascension Ritual: Unleash a war that sweeps across the continent and achieve sufficient victories.
After suppressing his spiritual energy and making the small characters appear on the "Red Priest" card disappear, he couldn't help but sigh:
"This is an extraordinary path that is violent from beginning to end, gradually escalating from simple individual combat to group warfare, and finally becoming the master of war."
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"The 'Red Priest' seems more deserving of the title of God of War, or the god of war, than the one worshipped by Fussak."
"The appearance of this 'Red Priest' card on the evil spirit in the Williams Street underground ruins is most likely due to the influence of a convergence effect, meaning that the evil spirit was definitely an angel of this path in its previous life!"
"An evil spirit left behind by an angel after its death... Luckily, Miss Sharon and I retreated decisively enough."
Thinking of this, he lightly tapped the edge of the table in front of him with his fingers.
"Sirius couldn't have simply gone to exchange a blasphemous card with that evil spirit; this isn't a blasphemous card from the 'Apprentice' pathway."
"It's highly likely that it was just a side effect. His meeting with the evil spirits of the underground ruins was arranged by Adam. Did he make some kind of deal with those evil spirits?"
"I have a feeling there's a deep conspiracy involved..."
He paused, then held the "Red Priest" card in one hand and conjured his usual yellow crystal pendant in the other, and began to perform the ritual.
A few breaths later, he opened his eyes and looked at the pendant spinning wildly in his hand, shaking his head helplessly.
"It failed as expected. Was the connection between this 'Red Priest' card and the evil spirits in the underground ruins insufficient, or is its status higher than I imagined?"
Looking at the blasphemous card in his hand, his expression suddenly turned melancholy:
"It's the characteristics of the Human Skin Shadow again, the Blasphemy Card again, and they've given me so much information for free. I have a feeling that it will be very difficult for them to help me in the future."
The ascension ceremonies of the "Black Emperor" and the "Red Priest" suddenly flashed through his mind.
"It's unlikely, but actually it's quite possible."
"It might not be that simple. Perhaps he even wants to directly recruit me, the 'Fool,' into the war of the gods."
After making a few self-deprecating remarks, he placed the "Red Priest" card face down on the table in front of him, one on the left and one on the right of the "Black Emperor" card, and then left the space above the gray mist.
On the deck of the White Agate, Cyril found a secluded spot on the edge of the ship, took out the tools he had prepared in advance, and began to draw.
This is his attempt at playing the role of a "recorder".
Since the goal is to record various extraordinary abilities and local landscapes and customs, it's not enough to simply go and participate; one must also leave behind one's own memories and traces.
This could be writing a novel, painting a picture, or even creating a piece of music or a poem.
Thinking about it this way, Fors is actually quite talented in the "apprentice" path, so it's not unreasonable that he was able to surpass Audrey and Alger and become an angel first.
Although the more important reason is that she has the Abrahamic family behind her, which provides her with the extraordinary qualities needed for advancement.
As his thoughts drifted, a vast blue sea reflecting the blue sky gradually took shape on the drawing paper in front of him.
As the painting was nearing completion, he suddenly stopped painting and turned to look behind him.
Unbeknownst to him, a large crowd had gathered behind him, seemingly engrossed in watching him paint.
Judging from their attire, most of them were young or middle-aged people from well-off families, both men and women. They maintained a suitable distance from him in a very tacit manner, and no one made a sound to disturb his creation.
He could see the appreciation in these people's eyes, and the way some of them reached into their pockets, as if they wanted to buy his painting.
...Why do I feel like I've become a street artist performing on the streets?
A clear and melodious voice interrupted his wandering thoughts:
"Sir, is your painting finished?"
Cyril turned his head to look at the other person. She was a young and beautiful lady who looked to be under twenty years old. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and delicate features. She was wearing an elaborate light green dress with lace trim.
Standing next to her was a boy who was half a head taller than her, but with a rather youthful face. The two had somewhat similar features and looked like siblings.
Behind the two stood a silent man in a black overcoat and a black round hat, who appeared to be their bodyguard.
He withdrew his gaze, nodded slightly to the other person, and said:
"Not yet, just the final touches."