Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 66: Encounter Battle

On Tuesday afternoon, as Cyril was preparing to go out, a thick gray fog suddenly appeared before his eyes.

A deep red light rose from the gray fog, expanded, and then quickly contracted, condensing into an image of a man whose face was obscured, praying with his head bowed in a dimly lit room.

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have contacted the vampire who possesses the Meteorite Crystal through Emlyn White. He has asked for 700 pounds and will not accept any bargaining."

...700 pounds, a full 100 pounds higher than I expected. Those damn vampires are clearly taking advantage of the situation to raise prices.

He mentally scoffed, then his gaze swept over the blurry figure sitting leisurely in a high-backed chair deep within the gray fog, before he lowered his head and said:

"I understand. I will have the money ready by tonight and transfer it through a ritual of sacrifice and bestowal."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gray fog in front of him receded like a tide. From beginning to end, the "Fool" had not made any statement or move.

"It's clear that Mr. 'Fool' doesn't want to talk to me."

He muttered something under his breath, put on his coat, grabbed his weapons and the extraordinary materials he needed to sell, and headed out.

Today happens to be the day that the old man "Eye of Wisdom" is gathering the extraordinary individuals. He originally planned to buy some extraordinary materials he had acquired before, as well as holy silver bullets converted by the "Peacekeeper," to replenish his treasury.

.....

In the East District, as soon as he stepped off the public carriage, Cyril's spiritual intuition suddenly gave him a premonition, and he instinctively lunged to the side and forward.

Bang!

Behind him, where he had just stood, several brightly colored squid tentacles emerged from the void, slapping against the ground and the carriage.

"Ah, a monster!"

"Hiss~"

The crowd and the horses being pulled cried out in alarm, then fled the street at breakneck speed.

Steadying himself, Sirion glanced back. Several colorful squid tentacles had retreated back into the void, but he could clearly sense that the spirit creature that had suddenly launched the attack had not left. It was watching him, waiting for its chance to strike.

"Damn, what's going on..."

Before he could finish his rant, his spiritual intuition was triggered again. He instinctively bent over and rolled forward twice, dodging another tentacle that was attacking his side.

slap~

The crisp snap of fingers brought a blinding white light.

"Neigh..."

Cyril heard inhuman breathing sounds not far away, and even his constantly stimulated spiritual intuition suddenly paused for a moment.

It seems the spirit creature that attacked him saw with its eyes, and the "flash" trick just now caused some damage to its eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, Cyril took out the "Peacekeeper" from the holster on his waist and pulled the trigger in the direction from which the inhalation sound came from.

boom!boom!

The bright silver bullet, trailing a long, thin tail, shot out and disappeared into the air two or three meters away, accompanied by a hissing sound and black smoke, as if it had hit an invisible, evil wall of flesh.

"Invisibility ability?"

With a slight frown, Sirion turned and ran towards a narrow alleyway not far away.

The commotion here is quite significant, and may have already attracted the attention of the official extraordinary individuals. It is not advisable to linger and engage in a prolonged battle.

Taking advantage of the chaotic and complex terrain of the East District and the agility of the "apprentices," Cyril arrived at the sparsely populated warehouse district in just two or three minutes.

Throughout the journey, he pondered what he might possess that would warrant an attack from a spirit creature. In the end, he narrowed his suspicions down to the "Peacekeeper," suggesting that the person who lost this magical item was likely trying to retrieve it.

...I need to find a way to deal with this spirit creature. I can't let it send my information back, otherwise there will be endless trouble later.

As the thought crossed my mind, a figure suddenly rushed out from around the corner of the alley ahead.

Both men were startled at the same time. Xireen instinctively raised his gun, while the latter stared at him intently. Silently, illusory black flames ignited around him.

"...Witch?"

"Wait a minute, we shouldn't be enemies."

Cyril shifted the gun's muzzle and raised his other hand to indicate that he meant no harm.

He hadn't dealt with the spirit creature chasing him yet, and he didn't want to provoke a witch now.

As he spoke, he curiously sized up the other person. This was the first witch he had encountered since his transmigration, so it was understandable that he was curious.

She has smooth black hair, a round face, and long, narrow eyes. Individually, her features are not particularly outstanding, but together they create a gentle and sweet look that is inexplicably attractive.

In particular, the simple white men's shirt she wore, with two buttons missing below the collar, exposed a large expanse of snow-white skin on her chest, creating a striking visual impact that made it difficult for anyone facing her to concentrate.

Noticing his gaze, the witch opposite him puffed out her chest and smiled at him:

Am I good-looking?

Cyril nodded subconsciously: "Not bad. Even without the witch's natural allure, you're still quite good-looking."

"Can you resist charm?"

The witch opposite her looked rather dark; such a compliment was an insult to a witch.

Cyril's gaze fell behind her: "Instead of worrying about that, you should be concerned about the person chasing after you. He doesn't look very friendly."

It was a figure completely wrapped in a black robe. Judging from his physique, he was an adult male, exuding an indescribable air of authority that made people instinctively want to submit.

The witch, dressed in a men's shirt, didn't turn around. Instead, she muttered an inaudible incantation and sprinkled a handful of shimmering, fluorescent powder on herself.

Then, her figure began to disappear inch by inch, her outline as if drawn with a pencil and then completely erased by an eraser.

"snort!"

The man in black robes snorted coldly, and a few streaks of silver lightning flashed in his azure eyes peeking out from the gaps in the black cloth.

"Ah~"

The witch's invisibility was interrupted, and she stumbled against the wall, her face deathly pale.

Seeing this, Xireen couldn't help but frown. Her heart suddenly clenched, and she felt a pang of heartache, even having the thought of taking the pain for the other person.

Am I bewitched? When?

As his thoughts drifted, a sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart, a sense of crisis coming from all directions.

He decisively took a step back, reached out and pressed his hand against the wall, opening a blurry, pale blue door out of thin air.

The next second, colorful squid-like tentacles stretched out from behind the "door".

These tentacles moved with incredible speed and with a clear purpose, entangling Cyril's right hand, which was holding a gun, and snatching the "Peacekeeper" from him.

"Damn it!" Sirion couldn't help but curse as he watched the tentacles retract into the illusory gate.

He never expected that a spirit would try to outsmart him.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his spiritual power, maintaining the illusory door embedded in the wall, and then chased after it himself.

As he passed through the "door" in the wall, the pale-faced witch behind him suddenly froze, then shattered with a crash, turning into shards of mirror on the ground.

Not far away, a dignified figure in black robes immediately spoke up: "Doors are not allowed here!"

The illusory door embedded in the wall that Cyril opened seemed to have been struck by an invisible blow, instantly turning into shimmering starlight fragments and vanishing into nothingness.

The witch's figure vanished along with the "door" on the wall; his pronouncement came a step too late.

"Damn it!"

The figure in black robes cursed under his breath, then turned and chased after them in another direction.

.....

Passing through the illusory door in the wall, Cyril saw the tentacle itself retracting into the spirit world.

It looks like a product of a rat and an octopus forcibly spliced ​​together. Its upper body has a rat head the size of a football and a pair of claws that look quite flexible. Its lower body is a bunch of colorful tentacles, two of which are grabbing the "peace envoy" that it snatched from his hand.

...I don't know if the mouse cheated on me, or if the octopus cheated on me.

While mentally complaining, he reached his right hand into his pocket, where he kept "Jacob's wallet."

Instead of taking out "Jacob's wallet," he reached directly into it.

There aren't many people here, and it's spacious enough that he has a good chance of stealing the "Peacekeeper" back.

The next second, he felt a weight in his hand, and then pulled out a square metal box that he had put in another pocket.

Cyril: .....