20demayo Chapter 221 Are you short of money?
Chapter 221 Are you short of money?
Chapter 221 Are you short of money?
"Remember what you said."
Xireen nodded in a deep voice. Right now, they were short-handed, and he didn't mind giving this guy a hand. After a pause, he reached out his hand, and a shimmering, illusory crystal ball appeared out of thin air.
The illusory crystal ball floated in mid-air, spinning slowly for a few minutes before shattering with a snap, transforming into countless tiny, dazzling starlight that merged into the surrounding void.
After completing the anti-divination and anti-tracking interference, Cyril put a hand on Luciano's shoulder, intending to take him away directly.
boom!
The door to the room was suddenly kicked open violently from the outside, and a damp smell rushed into the room.
Two scapegoats wearing long trench coats rushed into the room with the surging airflow. One held a loaded gun, the muzzle aimed at Cyril, while the other held a white rapier that looked like it was made of fish bones.
The fishbone slender sword emitted a pale blue fluorescent light, constantly vibrating the surrounding air and emitting a low-frequency, sharp sound that disturbed spirits and caused them to lose their senses.
The punisher, wielding a fishbone slender sword, held the blade horizontally in front of his chest, making the echoing sound in the air even sharper, and said sternly:
"Will you surrender immediately, or put up some resistance before surrendering?"
boom! boom! boom!
As he spoke, his companion beside him fired.
The bright yellow bullets pierced the air, landing one by one on Sirion and Luciano.
A spiritual intuition warned Cyril that he had anticipated the attack before it even fired, and he forcefully pushed away the hand that was on Luciano's shoulder.
The next second, several bullets landed where he had just been and on Sirion's body. Sirion's body, pierced by the blanket, quickly became thinner and brittle, eventually turning into a crudely cut pale yellow paper figure that spontaneously combusted in mid-air.
The crimson flames on the spontaneously combusting paper figure suddenly swelled, as if something was about to burst out from within.
鸣~
boom!boom!
The two substitutes reacted quickly, with a low wind pressure and bullets crackling with silver lightning pressing down on the flames on the paper figure.
They were all experienced scapegoats who knew that some extraordinary beings could leap out of flames or manipulate flames to launch attacks.
But to their surprise, the flames swelling on the paper figure were easily extinguished.
The next second, an unfolding scroll composed of distorted human figures and a distorted starry sky appeared before their eyes.
The moment they saw the distorted figures in the painting, a chilling wind swept over them from behind, making their hair stand on end and plunging them into an indescribable panic. At the same time, a shrill scream echoed in their minds.
As if facing the shrieks of "vengeful spirits," the two substitutes froze, their bodies stiff and numb, with crimson liquid flowing from their eyes, nostrils, ears, and other places.
Cyril had no intention of pressing his advantage, otherwise he would have truly offended the Church of Storms from top to bottom.
...At the very least, I can't do this kind of thing using Cyril's identity.
As his thoughts drifted, he waved his hand, and the scroll that had been floating in mid-air automatically floated back into his hand.
He then took two steps closer to Luciano, placing one hand on the other's shoulder and the other on the convex window in front of him.
A deep blue light rippled outwards from his hand like waves, quickly coalescing into a phantom door resembling a water curtain.
Recovering from the silent screams created by the Screaming Scroll, the two Punishers witnessed Cyril dragging Luciano into the Mirror World. The Punisher with the gun, ignoring his dizziness, immediately pulled the trigger.
boom!
Whoosh!
A bullet shot out, but only shattered the glass of the domed window.
After a moment of silence, the punisher wielding the fishbone slender sword shook his head and sighed:
"It allows people outside to stop waiting, and it can help others travel through the mirror world. It is said that only high-ranking witches have this ability."
He paused, then suddenly asked, "Do you remember what that person looked like?"
His companion was about to nod when he suddenly stopped:
"I...I don't think I can remember. It's like he always had a mask on his face, but then again, it's like he didn't."
In the washroom, the once clear mirror suddenly became deep and dark, as if hiding one after another, intersecting, dim, illusory, and unreal paths.
Then Cyril's figure appeared in the mirror, as if passing through an invisible water curtain, easily penetrating the mirror.
As for Luciano, he had already handed him over to Lawrence, keeping him as an assistant to do odd jobs.
After all, he is an elderly person whose life is nearing its end. Although his condition has improved recently, we must also prevent his old illness from recurring due to excessive work pressure.
After all, he wasn't some landlord who ruthlessly exploited his subordinates.
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, he turned around and wiped off the face paint that was almost the same color as his skin in the mirror.
Following Erdfana's instructions, he used oil paint to create a disguise on his face that looked similar to his original appearance, but with subtle differences.
This has a similar effect to the psychological suggestion of the "audience," but it has almost no effect on people who know him and have a deep impression of him.
But for those who are unfamiliar with him and do not know him, it has a magical effect, making them forget what Cyril looks like without realizing it, and briefly forget to investigate his thoughts and ideas when they are with him.
Just like those two substitutes for punishment, if they had observed carefully, they would have been able to discover that Sirion's spirituality was not deliberately concealed, which was already at the Sequence 6 level, and they would not have acted rashly.
He was able to create such a disguise thanks to the knowledge of the mind he had learned from Adam, as well as some occult knowledge he had gained after seeing Erdfana's dragon form.
He strongly suspected that the latter had deliberately shown him this information, otherwise it would have been too much of a coincidence.
"Although... judging from the experiment just now, this camouflage is indeed quite effective."
"It's just that it consumes too many materials, and there's also the issue of its duration."
Harvest Church, South of the Bridge.
Having resolved his debt issues, Klein followed Cyril's previous instructions and came here to find Emlyn White, intending to purchase the mutated pituitary gland of the Thousand-Faced Hunter needed for the "Faceless Man" potion through vampire channels.
As soon as he entered the church, he saw Father Utravsky, who looked like a giant, and Emlyn, the vampire, who was wearing a brown priest's robe and carefully wiping the candlesticks.
...As expected of the Church of the Earth Mother, which is skilled at reforming vampires, how long has it been? The once unruly vampire Emlyn has already become a devout follower of the Earth Mother.
He had originally wanted to praise the Church of the Righteous God for its professionalism in missionary work, but then he suddenly realized that if he looked at the matter from the perspective of a vampire, then this persuasion to do good would turn into a horror story.
...What a chaotic and crazy world.
In some ways, there is no difference between the good gods and evil gods in this world, except that one is more radical and violent, while the other is more gentle and understands sustainable development.
Fortunately, the goddess's church has always been very moderate in this regard.
Well, it might be because I've never met a real missionary.
Realizing that he was now in the church of the "Earth Mother Goddess," he quickly suppressed these thoughts that could lead to blasphemy and refocused his attention on Emlyn.
Before being converted by Father Utravsky, Emlyn, though arrogant and looking down on everyone equally, could actually be considered a law-abiding vampire.
No wonder he seemed to hate Cyril so much back then; anyone would have been furious.
Klein's smile suddenly froze. He was worried that Emlyn might take his anger out on him because of Cyril and cut off his channels to contact the vampires and the opportunity to purchase extraordinary materials.
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, he suddenly saw Emlyn put down the rag he was holding and walk towards him.
"You're not a follower of the 'Mother Goddess,' so why are you suddenly here? Are you here to see Father Utravsky, or to ask me for help?"
"You're not that familiar with the priest, so you're here to see me?"
After a two-second silence, Klein lowered his voice and asked in return:
Are you short of money?
Emlyn paused for a moment, then slightly raised his chin and said with a snort:
"Don't insult a noble vampire with money!"
Klein smirked expressionlessly. Thinking of the information that Cyril had specifically told him, he even had an urge to die for the young vampire in front of him.
He paused, then looked at Emlyn, who was trying to look at him with his chin, and said:
"As far as I know, those exquisitely crafted dolls in your collection are not cheap; in fact, they can be considered expensive."
Emlyn: (#°°)
"What, what are you talking about? What doll?"
Klein used his "Joker" ability to suppress the urge to curl his lips into a smile, then casually said:
"I recently met a master doll maker from Trier who specializes in making custom-made dolls."
Emlyn: "Impossible, how come I didn't know?"