Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 53: I will curse you before the moon!

Father Utravsky looked thoughtfully at Sirion: "Practice what you preach? A good phrase."

"Didn't you say before that you were interested in the teachings of the Mother Goddess? Well then, would you be interested in coming here every day to experience the true meaning of the joy of harvest and the preciousness of life? I will personally preach to you."

Cyril: .....

I give you advice, and you use that advice on me?

Cyril's lips twitched slightly as he looked at Father Utravsky, whose expression was serious, and gave a dry laugh:

"There will be opportunities, but not now. I'm still a student who hasn't graduated yet, so I don't have that much time."

"If you think my suggestion is good, could you release that vampire from the basement? Look at all these candlesticks here, it must be tiring for one person to wipe them all."

Father Utravsky nodded gently: "Yes."

Seeing that the other party had agreed to his suggestion, Sirion breathed a sigh of relief. The process was simpler than he had imagined, probably because Father Utravsky himself had this intention.

He then followed the priest to the stone door to the basement. Before he even got close, a suppressed, angry voice came from behind the door:

"Damn bastard, you've held me up for a whole day! Get this damned old man to let me out!"

"I've had enough of this dark, damp basement. I want to breathe fresh air and drink the most delicious blood of pure young girls..."

Cyril interrupted the other's rambling: "I suggest you be more polite. After all, I could easily bring you out and then have Utravsky lock you up again, which wouldn't be breaking my promise."

"You..." The voice from behind the door was momentarily agitated, but then stopped.

Sirion looked at Father Utravsky, who was walking ahead, and the latter happened to turn around and look at him at that moment:

"If you want to better fulfill your promise, you can go and release him yourself; you should have that ability."

"No need." Sirien shook his head directly: "My promise is only to help him get out of the basement; it doesn't matter who put it there."

Father Utravsky said nothing more, walked a few steps to the tightly closed stone door, stretched out one hand, and pushed it forward forcefully.

baah~

One side of the stone door was pushed open, and dim candlelight shone through the crack, illuminating the overly pale face behind the door.

The next second, black mist surged behind the stone door, and a figure moving so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye rushed out from behind the door, the shockwave of which knocked the hair off Cyrien's forehead.

A bright, pure silvery-white dawn suddenly appeared, illuminating the not-so-wide staircase.

"what!"

After a heavy cry of pain, Cyril saw a disheveled young man lying weakly on the steps at his feet.

He had black hair and red eyes, and looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He had a high nose bridge and thin lips. Although he was disheveled, it was still not hard to see his slightly effeminate handsome appearance and the undisguised anger in his eyes.

He was currently being pressed down by a two-handed greatsword formed from pure dawn light. At the point of contact with the greatsword, wisps of thin black smoke rose and then dissipated after being purified.

"You want to back out?"

He glared angrily at Sirion, and if looks could cause any real harm, Sirion felt he had been exposed countless times.

Cyril shrugged. "You've come out of that cold, damp basement devoid of fresh blood, haven't you?"

"Anyway, I have fulfilled my promise. Now you just need to behave well. You can leave this church when you have turned over a new leaf and reformed your ways."

"You..." The young man on the ground seemed taken aback by his shamelessness, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "Damn liar!"

Father Utravsky, who was standing nearby, interjected: "This is not a police station or a prison. There is no need for you to repent and change your ways. I am just giving you an opportunity to understand the teachings of the Mother Goddess."

The young man lying on the steps defiantly turned his head away: "Give up, my faith belongs only to the moon."

Cyril couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him.

The young man on the ground glared at him fiercely: "What are you doing!"

"Don't touch me with your feet. It's an insult to a noble vampire, you damned, untrustworthy, filthy bastard."

"Your swearing skills have improved a bit," Sirien commented seriously, then loudly reminded him:

"Can't you just pretend for a moment? As long as Father Utravsky thinks you've grasped the teachings of the Mother Goddess, you'll be free, won't you?"

The young man, who was pinned down on the steps by the Dawn Greatsword, suddenly brightened up, then his expression became conflicted:

"No, this is a betrayal of the moon."

Cyril coaxed, "But if you don't agree, you probably won't have another chance to see the Crimson Moon. Right now, it's just a temporary burden. The moon will understand you."

"But..." The young man opened his mouth, then turned back to Father Utravsky with a reluctant expression:

"I am willing to follow you to understand the teachings of the 'Earth Mother Goddess'."

"Okay." Father Utravsky smiled and nodded.

The flame of the half-burnt black candle in his hand flickered slightly, and in the mental world illuminated by the flame, a few drops of illusory seawater silently fell onto the island of consciousness corresponding to the young man on the ground.

The moment he agreed, he was psychologically influenced by the nightmare candle in Father Utravsky's hand.

Cyril glanced warily at the black candle in Father Utravsky's hand. In the flickering light, he could vaguely see the world of the mind, the deep and dark sea of ​​the collective unconscious.

He had a strange intuition that he could open the door to the world of the soul with just a gentle push in the firelight.

Is the so-called spiritual world just one of countless dimensions?

Composing himself, he looked at Father Utravsky: "There shouldn't be anything else. I'm going home to sleep now."

Father Utravsky nodded slightly to him, without trying to stop him.

As the bright morning light illuminating the surroundings faded, the young man, who had been pinned down on the steps by the silver greatsword, quickly got up and looked tentatively at Father Utravsky:

"Then I'll go home and sleep too..."

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking, an uncontrollable urge welling up inside and outside the church.

It wasn't just an impulse; his body moved uncontrollably out of the downward staircase, past Sirion, to the corner where he picked up a rag and then pounced on the table in front of the Holy Symbol of Life to wipe it clean.

As he began to wipe himself, the urge to work that had been surging within him finally subsided for a moment.

Only then was he finally able to control his body and turn around to look at Sirion, who was walking out from the back of the hall. His expression was ferocious due to the struggle of his emotions.

"Damn it, what did you do? Why can't I control myself?"

Cyril calmly replied, "It's obvious that you've been given a psychological suggestion. Only by understanding the Mother Goddess's teachings and realizing the preciousness of life and the regret of a bountiful harvest can you truly leave this place."

The young man looked at Cyril in disbelief while diligently wiping the table and candlesticks:

"Damn it, you bastard, you shameful liar!"

"I will curse you before the moon!"

Cyril spread his hands, helplessly defending himself, "The psychological suggestion was like the candle in Father Utravsky's hand. If you had been more careful just now... you still wouldn't have escaped your current fate."

"Perhaps I can help you inform the other vampires in Backlund, if you're not worried about them being wiped out."

The young man, who was diligently wiping the candlestick, brightened up. Suppressing the guilt rising within him for not being thorough enough, he called out to him:

"My name is Emlyn White!"

"My family lives at 135 Green Park Street in the West End!"

Cyril stopped and glanced back at Emlyn, who was wiping the candlesticks, and chuckled, "Don't worry, I won't go."

After saying that, he left the church without looking back.

Emlyn, sitting at the desk, froze for a moment. He opened his mouth to curse, but the guilt that kept rising in his heart urged him to clean up quickly, and he couldn't even bring himself to angrily increase the force of his hands.

"Damn it! You untrustworthy, shameless bastard, I curse you to the moon!"

His words, spoken through gritted teeth, abruptly halted when he saw Father Utravsky emerge from the back of the hall, and then he angrily buried his head in his hands, intently wiping the candlesticks.