Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 193 A record worth 50 pounds

Chapter 193 A record worth 50 pounds

Cyril reached out and patted his cheeks. He could clearly feel that he had digested about a quarter to a fifth of the "Recorder" potion in his body.

"Did I prematurely assume the role of 'recorder'?"

As he talked to himself, he recalled all his experiences during this period, as well as the rules of the role of the "recorder".

Records various extraordinary abilities and local landscapes and customs.

I'm sure I haven't recorded any extraordinary abilities, so it can only be... scenery and folk customs?

But I've never left Backlund, um...

As his thoughts wandered, Cyril thought of a possibility:

Perhaps, for me, everything I've seen and heard since coming into this world, and the process of integrating into life here, can be considered a kind of record.

"If that's the case, wouldn't I be playing the role of a 'recorder' all the time?"

As he muttered to himself, Sirion's eyes gradually lit up. He seemed to already see his bright future as he rapidly absorbed the "Recorder" potion and advanced to the rank of "Traveler".

After daydreaming about the future for a while, he pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked down at the colorful stains on the floor.

These are dried paint residues left after the water from the paint bucket he had overturned evaporated. The dehydrated paint is like a layer of varnish, difficult to clean.

He tilted his head back slightly and thought for a moment, then squatted down and placed his right hand on the floor.

A deep blue light rippled from his palm like water, quickly spreading and covering the entire attic floor.

A few breaths later, Sirion withdrew his hand, the pale blue light dissipated, and the once colorful floor was restored to its original state.

"It seems a little too new."

"Fine, let's leave it at that. Anyway, no one else will come up here."

After muttering a few words under his breath, Xireen clapped his hands and straightened up.

This is not a magic trick, but a utilization of dimensions. If you really think about it, it can be considered a magic trick that he developed himself and that belongs to him.

This was also a benefit of the promotion. In addition to the abilities that a normal "recorder" should have, Cyril found that his control over dimensions had also improved.

This manifests as his ability to relatively easily see and influence other dimensions, thereby exhibiting various strange effects, and even using the power of dimensions to construct a relatively complete world within the painting.

This is partly due to the increased display of one's special abilities after promotion, and partly due to the vast amount of knowledge about dimensions and fantasy gained from that glance with the "higher-dimensional observer".

In that brief moment of eye contact, he experienced for the first time the pain that the "peepers" felt when faced with the knowledge-seeking from the "hidden sages."

...No, I feel that I was in more pain back then than the "peepers" who were being pursued by knowledge.

If I hadn't had an extremely high tolerance for this kind of knowledge, and hadn't already mastered some of the "Otherworldly Traveler's" power, I might have really lost control under that terrifying indoctrination of knowledge.

Although dangerous, the rewards were also considerable:

"Otherworldly travelers" from another dimension, another time, and another realm.

The "String Player" who manipulates the "strings" of dimensions, influencing and altering reality:

Transforming into a complete higher-dimensional being, becoming the "Dimensional Shadow" of Dimensional Shadows:

An "observer" who ascends to a higher dimension and looks down upon the world.

Just recalling this knowledge, Cyril felt that the surrounding dimensions were subtly changing, as if something beyond his comprehension was about to descend from another distant dimension.

Before this change could fully materialize, Sirion quickly shook his head to stop his thoughts and interrupt the changes around him.

After looking around and dispelling the spiritual barrier, he placed his hand on the doorknob and connected the door in front of him with the door to his bedroom through dimensional manipulation.

pat!

As he turned his wrist and opened the door, the scene that should have been a hallway transformed into his own bedroom.

The next day, at 15 Minsk Street.

Amidst the rapid knocking, Klein impatiently opened the door.

Looking at Sirion, who had come to knock on his door so early in the morning and disturb his sleep, his face darkened slightly.

"I remember you loved sleeping in, didn't you?"

"I also vividly remember that one morning when I contacted you above the gray fog as 'The Fool,' the spiritual light emanating from you almost materialized into tangible resentment."

Cyril looked away, his face full of embarrassment.

"...Really? You must be mistaken."

"Yes!" Klein nodded with absolute certainty.

"Um...::" After a slight pause, Sirien decisively changed the subject:

"I've come to you to record some extraordinary abilities of 'magicians,' and the payment will be deducted from the money you owe me."

Upon hearing that part of the debt could be reduced, Klein immediately agreed: "No problem."

"Should I first introduce you to the extraordinary abilities possessed by the 'Magician'?"

Cyril shook his head slightly: "No need, I understand."

"Primarily recording 'Paper Doll Substitute,' 'Flame Leap,' and 'Damage Transfer,' um... 'Bone Softening' and 'Air Bomb' can also be recorded a bit."

"It's very simple, just demonstrate these abilities to me."

After listening to Cyril's explanation, Klein couldn't help but exclaim, "Well, you really do know a lot."

"By the way, does your track record have a success rate?"

"I can only use the 'damage transfer' ability on a single target at the moment. If I want to use it on the same person repeatedly, I'll have to wait until at least the next day."

Cyril nodded thoughtfully. "It's alright. It's just a Sequence 7 ability. The success rate of 'recording' is quite high. I shouldn't be unlucky enough to fail twice in a row."

"That's good." Klein nodded slightly, then snapped his fingers.

boom!

An air bullet with power and speed comparable to that of a standard revolver was fired.

Whoosh!

Not far away, a vase placed on a cabinet shattered with a crash.

Klein's hand, which had just snapped its fingers, froze for a moment, then he turned to look at Sirion and said:

"These are unavoidable expenses within the scope of the entrusted service; are they reimbursable?"

Cyril: "Yes..."

After saying that, he waved at the broken pieces of the vase, somewhat speechless.

With a crashing sound, the shards of the vase on the floor came to life, bouncing one by one into the trash can on the other side of the living room.

"I'll save the 'air bomb' for last, to record outside, otherwise I'm worried you'll take the opportunity to renovate your house."

Klein waved his hands repeatedly: "How could that be? This is just a rented house, there's no need to make a fuss about this."

After the brief incident, Klein demonstrated to him again his extraordinary abilities such as "Flame Leap," "Paper Doll Substitute," and "Damage Transfer."

After recording most of it, they went outside and found a secluded corner to record things that would cause some damage to the surrounding area.

"Air bomb".

He recorded more than twenty extraordinary abilities from Klein, almost filling the record slots for Sequences 9 to 7.

The most frequently recorded ability was "Paper Doll Substitute," followed by "Flame Jump," which can achieve a teleportation-like effect, and "Air Bomb," which can be used by snapping fingers. One or two of the other abilities were also recorded.

After quickly calculating his recorded ability configuration, he turned to Klein and asked:

"How about 50 pounds?"

"no problem."

Klein immediately nodded. Earning 50 pounds just by casually demonstrating his extraordinary abilities was much easier than making money as a detective.

The only downside is that the money was deducted directly from his debt, rather than being given to him.

In the evening, at the Harvest Church in the southern part of the bridge,

Cyril's eyes widened slightly when he saw Emlyn, dressed in a brown priest's robe, meticulously wiping the candlesticks at the table.

If we disregard his vampire identity, he is now a qualified devout follower of the "Earth Mother Goddess".

If you add the identity of a vampire... then it's doubly devout!

"Ahem~" Sirion coughed lightly.

Emlyn, who was wiping the candlesticks, subconsciously turned around. When he saw that it was Cyril, his hand, which was wiping the candlesticks, froze slightly. He then quickly stood up and discreetly hid the candlesticks he had just been wiping behind his back.

His gaze flickered for a moment, then he praised with utmost sincerity:

"You're quite polite, knowing that when visiting a vampire, you should do it on a night when you can see the red moon."

"That important person is in the North District. Please wait a moment while I change my clothes, and then I will take you there."

Sirion quickly raised his hand to stop him:

"Um... Actually, I came to see Father Utravsky."

(@)

(Blood ×)

In just two seconds, he witnessed a remarkable transformation in Emlyn.

"Father Utravsky is in the back lounge; go find him yourself."

After saying that, Emlyn sat back down at the table with little interest, turning the candlesticks he had been carefully wiping into toys that he was just playing with.

Seeing Emlyn's sulking behavior like a child, Sirion shook his head speechlessly.

...Well, at his age, he really seems like a child compared to long-lived species like vampires.

Oh no, this guy is a real kid.

As his thoughts drifted, he suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Under Emlyn's questioning yet resentful gaze, he coughed lightly and said seriously:

"I plan to meet that important figure from your vampire clan tomorrow night. I'll come to the Harvest Church to find you beforehand, or you can come to my house to find me first."

"As for tonight, I've only just been promoted, so I still need some time to adjust."

Emlyn nodded perfunctorily, then, a beat slow, realized what was happening and his bright red eyes widened:

"You got promoted again!?"

"You, you're already a Sequence 6 Beyonder?"

Cyril nodded slightly and said, "Yes."

Emlyn, deeply frustrated, slumped over his desk and muttered to himself:

"How could it be so fast? How could this happen? I haven't even had a chance to get revenge yet..."