abnabooks Chapter 163 Fate Doesn't Like You!
Chapter 163 Fate Doesn't Like You!
Chapter 163 Fate Doesn't Like You!
The gorilla, who had charged into the audience wielding a whip, suddenly stopped, looked around in confusion, and then turned back to the stage.
"It seems the animals here dislike the trainer more than we spectators. Let's leave while they're still retaliating against him."
A young man wearing glasses gave a reminder from the side, then left with the chubby Darkwell and the crowd.
Cyril turned his head to look at the stage...wasn't this a bit too much of a coincidence?
As his thoughts drifted, he saw the lean tiger looking at him, a drop of stringy saliva dribbling down the corner of its mouth.
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After a moment of silence, he reached out and pressed the back of the chair behind him, then flipped over and leaped out, leaving the performance hall before the hungry tiger could pounce on him.
He followed the crowd out of the circus without seeing Darkwell or his young teacher.
"It really was just a chance encounter..."
He pursed his lips and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the sound of horses neighing in fright and screams from the crowd behind him.
The rapidly approaching noise behind him and the prompting of his spiritual intuition made him instinctively lunge to the side a short distance away.
The clattering sound grew louder as it approached, then receded into the distance, and a horse that had broken free of its reins galloped past where he had just been standing.
Cyril frowned and looked in the direction the horses had come from, just in time to see Darkwell and his very young teacher getting out of a horseless carriage.
Darkwell watched the horses disappear from sight and muttered to himself:
"What bad luck! Is today some kind of animal carnival? Why are they all like this?"
The young teacher next to him frowned and pondered, "This is a warning from fate."
"Huh? What fate..." Darkwell looked bewildered.
Before he could finish speaking, his teacher grabbed him and pulled him into the crowd, after which they disappeared from Cyril's sight.
After hesitating for a moment, Sirion tore off a small branch from a roadside tree and chased after Darkwell and his apprentice in the direction they had gone.
West District, on the banks of the Tasok River.
Darkwell and his young teacher suddenly stopped and looked around coldly.
"What's wrong, teacher?" Darkwell asked, somewhat bewildered.
His teacher ignored him, his slightly bloodshot eyes fixed on the shadow beneath a roadside tree on the riverbank:
"Friend, why are you following us?"
The shadow beneath the roadside trees flickered, then fell like a weightless curtain, revealing Cyril hiding behind it. He peered at the two wary figures ahead and smiled, "Did you find me by scent?"
"I have a vampire friend who recently bought a magical item from me for 3000 pounds that corresponds to his 'vampire' traits."
goo~
Chubby Darkwell swallowed unconsciously: "It's worth that much!"
"But we're not vampires. Why are you telling us this? Do you want us to go and catch vampires together?"
"If the price is right, it's worth considering."
Cyril shook his head slightly: "No, what I meant was that the vampires of Backlund are not friendly to artificial vampires from outside. Should you consider hiring a local bodyguard with connections?"
"This way you won't be discovered by the local vampires, and I can also help you avoid official Beyonders."
The young man wearing glasses looked at him calmly and said:
"If we refuse, are you planning to report us to the official church or the local vampire clan?"
"Of course not, I..." Cyril was interrupted before he could finish speaking.
A large swath of black mist billowed from behind the young teacher in Darkwell, then transformed into a swarm of palm-sized, illusory vampire bats that pounced on Cyril.
The vampire bats spontaneously combusted as they approached him, just as a howling gust of wind swept around them.
Driven by the swirling winds, the quietly spreading black flames densely and continuously formed a sea of fire, completely engulfing Sirion.
The black flames continued for about ten seconds before losing their spiritual support and gradually dissipating, leaving only a layer of viscous, asphalt-like liquid covering the surrounding ground.
As the black flames disappeared, Cyrien's shimmering starlight and ethereal body solidified once more.
He quickly looked around and then tossed the small branch he was holding into the air.
In Queens, less than half a block from West Vellas Field.
Darkwell was startled by the figure that suddenly darted out in front of him. He instinctively moved to the side to dodge, and then fell to the ground with a thud.
"Hey, where did you come from? Can't you watch where you're going... Ah!"
Darkwell's grumbling stopped abruptly when he saw that the person he had almost bumped into was Cyril, followed by a startled, duck-like scream.
Cyril: ...
As for this reaction, do I look like some kind of villain?
He muttered something to himself, then looked at Darkwell, who had already retreated a meter away, and asked:
"You're all alone. Where's your teacher?"
"Murder! Help!"
Darkwell ignored everything and just kept shouting for help.
Sirius's face was full of speechlessness, but after seeing the police officers in black and white checkered uniforms jogging towards him, he chose to temporarily avoid them.
He took two steps back, pressed one hand against the windowsill behind him, and pushed the window glass with the other. He leaped up and disappeared with ripples of pale blue light.
Darkwell stared in disbelief at the scene until a police officer in a black and white checkered uniform jogged over and helped him up.
"Sir, are you alright?"
Darkwell shook his head hesitantly, "No, it's nothing..."
In the western part, in the Green Cemetery, which is only two streets away from the banks of the Tasok River.
The refined young teacher in Darkwell was half-squatting down, talking to a pale-faced, seemingly very weak boy.
The boy, who looked to be in his early teens, was sitting in a wheelchair. He had a chubby face and a childlike appearance. His left calf was empty.
At this moment, his dark eyes revealed a maturity no less than that of an adult, and his furrowed brows carried an indescribable seriousness.
"I understand. I have already interfered with your student's fate; he will be safe."
"As for the guy who's chasing you, ignore him. He just wants to see me."
"Want to see you?" the young man asked, somewhat puzzled, but the little boy didn't give him a chance to ask.
"You've got what you wanted. Now leave Backlund, leave Rune!"
"Today's events were clearly a deliberately orchestrated coincidence. That impolite fellow must have asked his powerful 'spectator' behind the scenes to intervene. I will disrupt Backlund's fate to ensure you are not hindered by any unexpected events."
"However, this will surely attract Ouroboros, and I must restart before that foolish serpent arrives, severing the corresponding destiny."
"The moment you left Rune, you used that thing to create a discordant fate and draw the serpent's attention to it."
"I understand, Chairman." The young man nodded solemnly to the little boy in front of him, then turned and ran away from the cemetery.
After watching the member of the life school leave, the little boy looked at his empty left calf and sighed.
"Why is everyone targeting me? I'm just a ten-year-old kid!"
"What an impolite fellow, and Adam, just letting him run wild!"
After muttering a couple of words, the little boy suddenly looked up at the gloomy sky shrouded in smog, and his dark eyes suddenly turned silvery white.
Upon closer inspection, the silvery-white area is composed of countless tiny, differently patterned rotating discs densely clustered together.
Before him, a phantom, silvery river with no visible beginning or end quietly appeared.
This is a long river that records the fate of all things!
He reached out and gently stirred the air in front of him, and the countless tributaries that split off from the latter half of the silvery river instantly became chaotic.
He disrupted Backlund's fate for some time to come!
After doing all this, he sighed deeply and looked towards the cemetery gate:
"You're too late."
Cyril, who just arrived from Queens:
He didn't approach, but asked from a distance, "Why do you so desperately want to see me?"
The little boy, pale-faced, looked at him with a mixture of childishness and seriousness and said:
"Fate told me that after meeting you, I would lose something very important."
"Fate doesn't like you, and neither do I!"
"But the probability dice of contamination don't think so."