EFB Chapter 51: Know When to Stop
Chapter 51: Know When to Stop
In a relatively secluded private dock at the estuary of Backlund to the east.
On an inconspicuous sailboat moored at the very edge of the dock, two blurry figures flashed quickly through the bay window of the captain's cabin.
"Um?"
Leaning back in a high-backed chair covered with fur, the man in the brown leather jacket suddenly stood up and turned his head to look at the bay window next to him.
He glanced at his reflection in the convex window, then looked away, frowning as he surveyed the captain's cabin.
"Am I just imagining things?"
He muttered something under his breath, then sat back down in the high-backed chair, put his legs on the table in front of him, and leisurely sipped a glass of ale.
.....
In the mirror world, Cyril and Owen hide behind an inconspicuous mirror, cautiously observing the outside world.
Irving: "My gut feeling tells me that the guy in the captain's cabin is dangerous."
"But the most valuable things are in the room behind him, what should we do?"
Cyril tried to recall the face of the man he had just seen in the captain's cabin, attempting to confirm his identity, but after thinking hard for a long time, he still couldn't remember who he was.
All that can be confirmed is that the other party is a subordinate of "Hurricane General" Ziringus, and is staying here to escort Ziringus after the assassination is completed.
This was something he had Owen confirm with a divination before he arrived here, but because neither of them knew enough about the pirates active at sea, even with the divination, they could not confirm each other's specific identities.
After a two-second silence, Cyril looked at the deep, mirrored world behind him and said:
"I'll go down to the cabin and make some noise. There aren't many people on this ship, and since we're sneaking in, any unusual movement will be taken seriously by them."
"To prevent any accidents, the pirate guarding the captain's cabin will definitely take a look after noticing any commotion."
"Even if he's fast, it'll be enough for us to take what we want in one trip."
"But before that, you need to divine the exact location of those potion ingredients. We must leave as soon as we get the stuff and not face the pirates on this ship, or we might not be able to get away."
"I understand, know when to quit while you're ahead." Owen nodded seriously, then took out the paper and pen he had prepared in advance and began to prepare for the dream divination.
Seeing that Owen was getting ready, Cyril turned and walked towards the area behind the mirror where the illusory passageway connected.
These are the nodes that connect the mirror worlds, making them easier to operate, but also more dangerous.
A deep blue light instantly spread, obscuring the illusory and blurry passage behind it, connecting two unrelated mirror worlds.
Cyril stepped into the dark blue passageway, his figure suddenly vanished, and then appeared directly in the mirror of a washroom in a room on the lower deck.
A faint blue light rippled across the surface of the mirror, and Cyril's hand emerged from it without hindrance.
"Who's inside?"
A deep, muffled voice accompanied the sound of a door being broken open. A burly man with abundant body hair, resembling an incompletely evolved being, burst in after sensing a sudden and unfamiliar spiritual fluctuation.
slap~
Before the crisp snap of the fingers could even spread, it turned into a series of deafening explosions, accompanied by a white light several times more blinding than that of an old-fashioned camera.
The burly man who burst through the door was startled by the sound and instinctively backed away from the corner of the wall, raising his hands and arching his back to cover his genitals.
One second, two seconds...
The expected shock and heat wave did not arrive. He stiffened his neck and looked up blankly, only to find that there was nothing in the bathroom and nothing had happened.
Footsteps echoed outside the room; the explosion had alerted all the pirates on board, and they were on their way.
.....
In the room behind the captain's cabin, circles of eerie blue light suddenly rippled across the glass window that had been reflecting the dark sea and night sky, and a phantom "door" quietly took shape and was embedded in the original window's location.
Then, Cyril and Owen emerged from behind the "door" one after the other.
"hurry up."
With a urging sound, Cyril reached out and pulled a piece of dark curtain from the air in front of him, then casually tossed it onto the door of the room.
He then pointed to the floor below the door, where a layer of slippery grease appeared out of thin air.
"Behind-the-scenes manipulation" + "falling technique"
Although it was just a magic trick, most extraordinary individuals would still be caught off guard and suffer setbacks, having their time wasted.
After doing all that, he put his hand back on the glass window behind him, reopened the "door" that had disappeared, and then used "object manipulation" to make the several small metal boxes that Owen had thrown over jump into the "door" on their own.
He then turned his gaze to Zilingus's safe.
Thump thump~
Hurried footsteps and the sound of guns being cocked could be heard outside the room.
"No, let's go."
Bang!
The moment the words left his mouth, the door was flung open with a bang and crashed into the wall behind it, the loud noise causing the entire room to shake slightly.
The figure who burst through the door suddenly staggered, the gun in his hand losing its aim and hitting the floor.
"And a safe..."
Before Irving could finish speaking, Sirion pulled him into the mirror world behind the glass window.
boom!boom!
The moment the two figures disappeared, the glass window was pierced by several bullets and shattered into a single drop of glass.
The man who had been sitting in the captain's cabin earlier, wearing a brown leather jacket, looked at the window frame that had lost its glass with a gloomy expression.
He took a deep breath, turned to the crew behind him, and said, "It's not safe here. We must leave this dock immediately."
"But the captain hasn't arrived yet..."
Someone objected, but he interrupted them before they could finish: "The captain can ride the wind; even if we leave first, he can find and catch up with us."
"Leave now, unless you want to be dragged to the 'Church of Storms' with your heads to collect the bounty."
The surrounding crew members stopped arguing and quickly dispersed to their respective positions. Starting such a large ship was no easy task, especially since they only had a minimum number of people to maintain its normal operation.
The man in the leather jacket watched the crew members' departing figures, his brown eyes swirling with emotion.
What he didn't tell the crew was that their captain was likely in trouble; otherwise, the people who came to steal things would have been too coincidental, and they had clearly planned it all along.
.....
On Wildy Street in the south of Backlund Bridge, in the full-length mirror of Sir Ryan's room, a deep blue light rippled like water, condensing on the mirror surface into a hazy, illusory door.
Then, Cyril and Owen emerged one after the other from behind the illusory door.
"What a pity. If we could have taken that safe, we would have been rich overnight."
Sirion frowned slightly as he looked at Owen, who was still sighing. He knew that this was the influence of the man in the leather jacket on the ship. In the last second before leaving the ship, he had also felt a strong greed and wanted to take everything on the ship.
However, this extraordinary ability to work on the mind had a limited impact on him, which is why he was able to pull Owen into the mirror world without hesitation.
However, judging from Irving's performance, this kind of mental corruption does not seem to be a short-term negative effect, but rather a long-term impact on a person's mind.
Of course, it's also possible that Owen is too weak; he's only Sequence 9, while the one on the ship just now was most likely the Sequence 6 "Corrupted Baron".
Composing himself, he looked at Owen and earnestly suggested, "You'd better find some time to go to church, pray, and listen to the priest's sermon. This will effectively cleanse the corruption from your soul."
"If you don't want to go to church, you can meditate quietly for a while to adjust your state. This kind of spiritual corruption is probably not a long-term solution."
Owen stared at him in astonishment, still not quite understanding what was going on: "You mean my soul has been corrupted? When and how?"
Cyril glanced at the doorway: "On the ship, the guy in the leather jacket, the reason he stepped on my 'Falling Technique' was because he was distracted by using his extraordinary ability to affect us."
Irving belatedly realized what was happening, then shrank back in fear. He had once again witnessed the treacherous nature of the extraordinary world.
dong dong~
A knock suddenly sounded at the door, and before Sirion could speak, the door was pushed open with a creak.
Havin, still wearing the same coat she wore during the day, stood in the doorway, staring at Sirion with hostility.
"Shouldn't you explain where you sneaked off tonight? Judging by how practiced you are, this probably isn't the first time you've done this, is it?"
"I'm starting to suspect that your previous gunshot wound was either bad luck or someone was looking for revenge."