EFB Chapter 154 Simplicity and Unexpectedness
Chapter 154 Simplicity and Unexpectedness
Chapter 154 Simplicity and Unexpectedness
The illusory door, embedded in the wall yet revealing traces of the brickwork below, continuously ripples with a ghostly blue hue.
Then Cyril and Klein in his spirit form emerged from behind the "door".
Klein glanced around the deserted museum and asked curiously:
"We just walked in like this, aren't we worried about traps?"
Cyril shook his head slightly: "Don't worry, we've already walked into a trap."
Klein: ...
He took a deep breath and said seriously, "I'm not joking."
"I wasn't joking." Sirion shrugged.
"We are now in a special mirror world created by a sealing artifact, which is only for extraordinary individuals."
"The only thing that puzzles me is that this is a sealed artifact of the Church of the 'Goddess of Night,' and I don't know why the Steam Church would take it out and use it."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Accompanied by a crisp sound, the entire first floor of the museum was illuminated by a blinding white light, as if it were the bright midday sun, making it difficult to open one's eyes.
This is a "flash" trick where the brightness has been deliberately reduced, while the duration and brightness have been increased by Cyril.
In his spirit form, Klein appeared even more transparent in the bright light. He cautiously surveyed his surroundings as he asked:
"What exactly are you planning to do?"
Cyril pointed ahead: "Just go and get the item. I've temporarily taken over this sealed artifact; it's now our exclusive VIP passage."
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After a moment of silence, Klein pressed on:
"We are now in a special mirror world. Will we still be able to encounter the exhibits from the real world?"
Cyril replied nonchalantly, "Just open a 'door,' have you forgotten I'm an 'apprentice'?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Those official Extraordinary beings I rejected from the Mirror World have probably already discovered the problem. Once they remove this sealing artifact, there will really be no way to fix it."
"Okay." Klein nodded slightly, then floated towards the location of Roselle's manuscript in his memory.
"This is it. Mr. 'The Fool' gave me the task of taking this manuscript, along with all the items on it."
"No problem." Xireen raised his hand and gave an OK sign, then quickly walked to the display case and gently pushed it in the air.
A deep blue light spread out from his palm, layer upon layer, and quickly coalesced into the shape of a "door".
Meanwhile, in a real-world museum, several members of the Mechanical Heart team gathered together.
"It seems we've escaped the mirror world created in chapters 1-63?"
"This is a sealing artifact of the Church of the Night. It may not be stable enough, otherwise they wouldn't have entrusted it to us for repair."
"You may continue your patrol. I'll go consult His Excellency the Archbishop; after all, this isn't our territory..."
Before the member of Mechanical Heart could finish speaking, his spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered, and he then saw a "door" appear out of thin air in front of the display case containing Russell's manuscript.
"Damn it, stop him!"
boom!boom!
As he spoke, he drew his gun and fired.
The firearm he carried was a magical artifact, loaded with extraordinary bullets, as he was a member of the Church of the "God of Steam and Machinery."
They have no shortage of magical items and weapons.
Bullets trailing crimson or silvery-white flames sliced through the air, piercing the almost transparent hand that reached out from behind the "door".
"It's a spirit. Replace it with weapons and ammunition that have purifying effects."
While the Mechanical Heart Squad was reacting, Klein had already found the bookmark in Roselle's manuscript and absorbed it into his spirit body, while also taking a few of Roselle's manuscripts as a cover.
The illusory, azure-blue portal suddenly vanished, causing subsequent attacks to miss their mark.
Within the special mirror world, Klein, while stuffing the Roselle manuscript into his spirit body, turned back to look at Sirion and said:
"I got it!"
Cyril nodded and hurriedly urged:
"Let's go straight. The residual energy of that sealed object isn't much left. In a little while..."
"Depend on!"
Cyril suddenly swore, and the next second, a high-pitched, wailing sound, like that of a baby crying, suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the entire peculiar mirror world.
Wow! Ah! Ah!
Sirion quickly covered his ears and used his spiritual senses to block out his hearing.
On the other side, Klein, in his spirit form, froze, standing motionless in place.
Click! Click!
A series of illusory sounds, like shattering glass, echoed continuously, and countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared in this peculiar mirror world.
Behind Cyril, pairs of transparent, dragonfly-wing-like membranes, tinged with starlight, suddenly appeared.
These wing-like membranes, resembling the wings of a fairy, fluttered gently, and the constantly appearing cracks around them finally stabilized, maintaining a fragile balance.
Call ~
He exhaled lightly, but before he could relax, the cracks that covered the mirror world mutated again, growing a bloodshot eyeball.
In the center of the eyeball is a deep pupil, within which countless tiny white insects crawl, outlining mysterious and strange symbols and magical signs.
Cyril then discovered that the special mirror world he had just stabilized had lost its balance again, with more fine cracks becoming apparent.
"Depend on!"
Gritting his teeth, Sirion stared at the area with the densest cracks, slightly opened his mouth to make a mouth shape, but made no sound.
The next second, the increasingly out-of-control special mirror world finally stopped, remaining on the verge of destruction.
Then several green pea vines hung down from above, weaving together to form a swing suspended in mid-air.
On the swing, Bernadette, dressed in an olive green dress and wearing an old-fashioned black soft hat, with a thin checkered veil draped over her face, calmly looked this way.
"Whose name were you trying to recite just now? It made me feel a danger that I couldn't escape or fight against."
After a slight pause, she turned her gaze to Klein, who had recovered from his stiff state in spirit form, and her tone became stern:
"Why did you take the manuscript? Why did you take that bookmark? Which of these things is your real purpose?"
Under Bernadette's gaze, Klein felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.
"I..." He opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent.
"I can give you a reasonable explanation," Sirion said, stepping between the two and interrupting their conversation.
He then turned to look at Klein, blinked, and said:
"Your task should be complete."
Klein paused for a moment, then understood what he meant and nodded with difficulty.
The next second, his figure suddenly disappeared, leaving this special mirror world and returning to the gray mist by ending the summoning.
Inside the magnificent and ancient palace, Klein sat in the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool," his chest heaving violently.
The woman who suddenly appeared earlier put unprecedented pressure on him, and he could hardly breathe.
"That's definitely a high-sequence extraordinary being!"
In a whisper, he extended his spiritual communication to the deep red star that represented Cyril.
In the special mirror world, Cyril bowed slightly to Bernadette, who had suddenly appeared before him, and said:
"I will answer your questions on behalf of my companion."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thick gray fog suddenly rose in front of him, and then he saw a magnificent figure deep in the gray fog casting his gaze at him.
Bernadette, who was examining the spot where Klein had disappeared, seemed to sense something and cast his gaze at him. She stared silently for two seconds, then suddenly asked:
How did he disappear?
"Which faction do you belong to? Is your target the manuscript or the bookmarks? Why?"
Faced with Bernadette's barrage of questions, Sirion answered calmly and methodically:
"It was a ritual. His spirit form was a ritual effect. Just now, the ritual should have ended directly, allowing the spirit to return to its body. I don't know the specifics."
"The organization is called the Tarot Society. It was established less than a few months ago and only has a few mid-to-low-level extraordinary individuals."
"The target should be the bookmark; I'm just here to help. He's the one who's in charge. This is a mission from Mr. 'The Fool.'"
"This operation is probably related to Emperor Roselle's diary. Mr. 'The Fool' has been having us collect Emperor Roselle's diary."
"I don't know any more, and even if I did, I certainly couldn't say anything more."
As he spoke, he cast an apologetic glance at the imposing figure in the thick gray fog above his field of vision.
Klein, standing above the gray fog, wanted to criticize his honesty, but considering that the other party was now facing a high-sequence extraordinary being and had even volunteered to stay behind to cover the retreat, he ultimately chose to forgive him out of human compassion.