EFB Chapter 138 The Magician
Chapter 138 The Magician
Chapter 138 The Magician
Why did that "Goddess of Fortune" target me?
He paused, then asked, "Even the 'Goddess of Night,' which involves fate, won't work?"
Adam shook his head slightly: "Misfortune is not simply bad luck, but also includes disaster, and in terms of the outcome, it may even emphasize disaster more."
"On the level of fate, the weight of misfortune is not enough, nor is it comprehensive enough."
"What can influence destiny must be the same authority over destiny, and in this respect, our world is at a disadvantage."
"As for why the 'Goddess of Fate' sought you out, you already know from the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm."
Cyril: "Because on a destiny level, I, as an outsider, do not conform to the rules of this world, nor to the woven destiny."
Adam nodded slightly and said, "That's true for the 'Ring of Destiny' and the 'Weaver of Fate'."
"But fate also has a chaotic and uncertain aspect, and you are the best embodiment of the uncertainty of fate."
"No wonder I drew the Wheel of Fortune card back then..."
Suddenly, Cyril had a realization. He looked at Adam, wanting to ask him something, but the latter's figure had already faded away.
In the blink of an eye, Adam and the magnificent Ossuary disappeared from his sight, leaving only a lingering murmur in the air:
"Fate is unpredictable, but it's something everyone has to accept."
...Does having to accept it mean I should give up the idea of escaping?
As his thoughts drifted, he heard Owen's still sleepy, drowsy voice beside him:
"It feels like I had a dream that wasn't very pleasant, but it also feels like a beautiful dream."
"By the way, when did the full moon end tonight? Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You seem to be sleeping soundly," Sirion replied casually, then paused slightly before adding:
"By the way, I destroyed your black record. It was an ominous item, something made under the influence of an evil god."
"An evil god?" Owen's sleepiness vanished instantly, replaced by a blank and fearful look as he stared at him.
"Melina sold me that thing just yesterday..."
"Um, I don't know why I bought a record, especially her own. I guess when I saw her, I just didn't want to refuse."
"It might be some kind of extraordinary ability that influences judgment," Sirion said thoughtfully.
He recalled the scene when he spent 13 yuan to buy that record. Although he complained in his heart that it was expensive, he did not hesitate for long before buying it, which was not like him.
Meanwhile, above the boundless gray fog, inside a magnificent and ancient palace, resembling the dwelling place of giants.
On the right side of the mottled long table sat a brown-haired woman in a pale yellow dress. In front of her floated Tarot cards with their backs to her, spontaneously cutting and shuffling them.
"Let fate decide my title. ::"
She murmured something under her breath and casually drew a card from the deck in front of her:
"It's...a magician!"
At the very head of the table, shrouded in gray mist, "The Fool" Klein nodded slightly and said:
"Okay, Ms. 'Magician,' the gathering is every Monday at 3 PM. Remember to find a quiet place beforehand."
"Now, you can leave."
The "Magician" lady rose somewhat hastily from her chair and bowed deeply to the "Fool" gentleman at the head of the table, who was always shrouded in gray mist and could not be clearly seen:
"As you wish."
"Thank you again for your help, great Mr. 'Fool'."
"The Fool" Klein nodded slightly and tapped the armrest of the seat with his finger.
The next second, the figure of the "Magician" melted into the suddenly rising crimson light and left the space above the gray mist.
After seeing the "magician" lady off, he turned his attention to the chair she had just been sitting in.
Suddenly, the high-backed chair, which seemed to be cast in bronze, spun around, turning its back to Klein and revealing the mysterious symbol made up of layers of illusory gates.
"..Door?"
He was reminded of the "Door" mentioned in Russell's diary, and the similar symbol behind the chair in Sir Ryan.
As the thought crossed my mind, a chair on the other side of the bronze table whirred and spun half a circle, revealing a symbol behind the chair composed of a layered, illusory door and an eye, surrounded by multiple lines.
Klein stared at the symbols on the back of the two chairs, lost in thought for a moment:
"The design on the back of the Sirion Chair clearly evolved from the former; their commonality is probably the Extraordinary Path..."
"So, these layers of illusory gate symbols represent the 'apprentice' path, and the eyes and lines in the latter symbol represent something special or secret about him."
"To produce such a unique personal identifier, it must at least be something at the angelic level, right?"
"So all time travelers come with cheat codes...?"
As he murmured to himself, he waved his hand, causing the two high-backed chairs to turn back. After glancing around, he left the gray fog. The next day, it was almost noon again when Sirion got out of bed, yawning.
The series of events last night, which even involved the past in the starry sky, caused him to suffer from insomnia again. He finally managed to fall asleep when the sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten.
If he hadn't made a prior appointment with Klein to meet with the inventor today to discuss an investment in bicycles, he wouldn't have gotten out of bed at all and would have slept until the afternoon.
"Given the chance, I will definitely train a 'midnight poet' to be my subordinate, not for any other reason than to write poems that can lull me to sleep when I have insomnia."
Just then, there was a knock on his door.
dong dong~
"Just come in."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ha Wen pushed open the door and walked in carrying a plate of breakfast:
"Did you have insomnia again last night?"
"This is breakfast. Hurry up and finish eating, then wash up and we'll head out."
"It's almost time for your appointment with that inventor. If he's a meticulous person, being late for our first meeting will leave a bad impression."
Xi Ruien yawned and nodded, "Hmm... I know, I know. Don't worry, we are his investors. Even the most meticulous person would greet us with a smile at this time."
"This is the courtesy a gentleman should have," Havin emphasized before leaving the room.
Cyril sat at his desk, eating breakfast while picking up the Tasok Daily, which had been brought to him by Havin along with his breakfast.
"On the night of the blood moon, the serial killer suffered his first defeat!"
Failure? No wonder that demon dog chased Triss down last night.
The ascension ritual of the "Apostle of Desire" has a time limit. A week has passed since the last serial murder case, which means that it only has two days left. If a new target cannot be found and completed, this ritual will be reset.
With two days remaining and the three major churches and the kingdom's military conducting an intensive search, even if the ritual can be completed, this demonic hound won't live much longer.
"I've ruined that 'Apostle of Desire's' plan to use the demon hound to attract everyone's attention. I wonder if I'll be able to digest some of the 'Astrologer' potion in the end."
In the Joewood district, in Repard's somewhat chaotic and cramped laboratory.
Klein looked at the room, which was crammed full of five people and haphazardly placed experimental equipment, and felt an urge to rub his forehead.
...I should have realized sooner that having someone who spends all day in the lab to greet guests was clearly a huge mistake.
After internally complaining, he suggested to everyone:
"How about we go sit in the coffee shop downstairs? The coffee there is pretty good. They say the coffee beans they use come from the Pass River Valley in the southern continent."
He had barely finished speaking when Repard whispered to him, "..."
"That's not true at all. Their coffee beans are from Intis."
Klein:.:
The origin of the coffee beans doesn't matter to me. I'm just looking for an excuse to get everyone out of this crowded lab and into a more comfortable environment to discuss the follow-up.
Klein inwardly grumbled, but outwardly maintained a polite smile as he led Cyril, Harvin, and the lawyer Jürgen, whom he had invited, to the coffee shop downstairs.
Near the window in the café, Cyril and Harvin exchanged a glance. The latter nodded slightly and then spoke:
"Sirien and I had already discussed this before we came. Our first wave of investment is about £5000, which can solve the problems of production line and product launch, but there is one condition."
"What are the conditions?" Klein interrupted Repard, who was about to speak, and asked first.