20demayo Chapter 86 Passing By and Being Followed
Chapter 86 Passing By and Being Followed
Chapter 86 Passing By and Being Followed
After signing the notarized document, Sirion quietly observed from his seat and did not participate in the subsequent transactions.
After a series of transactions, some successful and some not, it was soon Klein's turn to speak, as he was the last to join in.
His first deal was to sell the "Hunter" extraordinary ability he had obtained from the Zmanger Party's "Executioner" who had previously assassinated him, but apparently because he had already purchased a "Hermit" extraordinary ability from Cyril, the old man "Eye of Wisdom" did not buy the "Hunter" extraordinary ability from him this time.
However, as the organizer of the gathering, he notarized the special item that Klein was selling and explained its authenticity to the other gathering members, although still no one bought it.
Klein wasn't too surprised by this result, after all, most wild Beyonders were unaware of the existence of Beyonder traits, and the level of this Beyonder gathering was clearly not high.
Even Captain Dunn only knew that this thing existed, but didn't know what it was.
He sighed inwardly and tried asking the people here if they had any way to deal with a Sequence 5 Extraordinary being. As expected, he only received the answer that he should find a quiet place to wait for death.
It would be great if there were a gathering of extraordinary individuals at a higher level.
Two more people spoke afterward, but their requested deals went unanswered. Then, the "Eye of Wisdom" clapped his hands and announced the end of the gathering, allowing Sirion, who had amassed a large sum of cash, to be the first to leave.
Sirion opened the outermost door of the house and stepped inside.
His figure did not appear in the dimly lit alley outside the house, but instead appeared in the window of a nearby residential building.
He just overlapped the doors of two adjacent houses, thus accomplishing a teleportation-like action.
"Although this level of 'opening the door' is very simple for a 'traveler,' and could even be simpler, I always feel that this is not the kind of ability that a 'astrologer' should have."
"I remember that Sequence 7 was a small qualitative change, and after becoming an 'astrologer,' I was indeed able to further utilize my special abilities."
"Could this influence actually be bidirectional, not only because my own unique abilities were further amplified after the ascension, but also because the abilities of the 'astrologer' under my special influence underwent some mutations?"
After a moment's thought, Sirion took a gold coin out of his pocket and tossed it to the ground.
With a clang, the gold coin flew high into the air, then fell back down, and he caught it steadily in his hand.
Then he opened his palm and looked down at it:
Face up indicates approval!
"That's really true. Perhaps as the sequence improves, this mutation will become more and more obvious."
As he whispered, he saw people come out of the house where the old man with the "eye of wisdom" had called the gathering.
"Klein?"
In the dimly lit alley, Klein suddenly looked in his direction as if he had sensed something.
Without caring whether the other person could see him clearly, he raised his hand in greeting, then continued staring at the house where the previous gathering had taken place.
Waiting for the suspected members of the Aurora Club to appear.
In the alley, Klein stared blankly at the figure waving at him. He had no dark vision and couldn't see the person's face clearly, but he could sense that the other person meant him no harm. Perhaps they just recognized him and greeted him.
"But the problem is, who would recognize me? I've only just arrived in Backlund, and I'm using a false identity right now!"
After going through all the suspects in his mind, Klein quickly identified one suspect: Mr. Destiny from the Tarot Club, Sirion.
Knowing Sherlock Moriarty, coming to a place like this, and showing no hostility towards him, he is the prime suspect.
After walking out of the alley, Klein took out a gold coin from his pocket, which popped out with a clang, and made a simple gesture.
"Is it really him? What's he doing here? He looks like he's got his eye on this party..."
Klein was somewhat suspicious, but he had no intention of going over to ask. He was now Sherlock Moriarty, and had only met the other party once before. Now it was their second meeting. Although they knew each other, they were not familiar with each other.
Out of curiosity, he didn't leave immediately, but instead followed the route he remembered back to the Brave Ones Bar. The two places weren't far apart, so if anything happened, he could rush over to check on the situation immediately.
After watching Klein's figure disappear from sight, about two or three minutes later, Cyril saw the third person come out of the house, the fat "pharmacist" who had posted the sewer cleaning commission.
After that, more people left the house. Xilian leaned against the wall behind the window and only glanced back occasionally. He was worried that too strong a gaze would be noticed by some people at the party and cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
After waiting for about half an hour, he finally saw the figure he had been waiting for appear.
Before he could react, the man's figure blended into the surrounding shadows and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Damn, I miscalculated. This is a cautious 'hermit'."
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Xi Ruien withdrew his gaze, sighed silently, then placed his hand on the wall behind him, opening a blurry, dark blue door out of thin air.
Beyond the winding, dimly lit alleyway, a young boy of short stature emerged from the writhing shadows, pausing under the dim light of the gas streetlamp, tilting his head slightly as if listening to something.
His skin was deathly pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time. He was thin, with soft features and a handsome face. His gray-blue eyes were clear and bright, but his expression was too gloomy, making people subconsciously overlook his appearance.
After a moment, he slightly parted his lips and made a sound that was neither too loud nor too soft:
"Why do you want me to hide? Didn't you say he was just a Sequence 7?"
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"With you here, and with that thing, even if he has a powerful magical artifact, I can still kill him if he's caught off guard."
After two seconds of silence, another voice came from his stomach:
"The mission of 'Angel of Fate' is the priority; Mr. A of Backlund will handle everything else."
"And just now, when I harbored ill will towards him, the item given to me by the 'Angel of Fate' warned me. The last time that thing warned me was when a severely injured demigod tried to devour me to heal his wounds."
The shady-looking boy asked curiously, "Was it around that time that you were beaten down to only half a body?"
"That's right." A deep male voice came from his stomach.
The young man scratched his head, and asked again, somewhat puzzled, "Why not ask Mr. A for help, or ask the Aurora Society branch in Backlund?"
After a two-second silence, the rumbling in his stomach resumed: "Fate tells me that this makes it more likely I'll complete the 'Angel of Destiny's' mission."
"In the mysterious world, sometimes, it's not about having more or stronger people; the key is the ever-changing fate."
The brooding young man smirked, saying disdainfully, "You're even more of a charlatan than those 'monster' cultists now."
pat!
The back door of the Brave Ones bar was suddenly pushed open, and Cyril, dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, walked out from behind it.
He glanced at Klein and an old man with long legs who were looking at him from the other side, and greeted them somewhat awkwardly:
"Um, good evening, you two. I'm just passing by."
After saying that, he turned around, closed the door, and then reopened it.
During this process, circles of ethereal blue light rippled outwards from the doorknob he was holding, like waves of water.
When the door was opened again, what lay behind it was no longer the dimly lit alley, but a brightly lit room.
Cyril stepped inside, and the door slammed shut behind him.
...such a convenient capability.
Klein looked at the door that had closed again and muttered something to himself with a touch of envy.
Beside him, an elderly man with only one leg was caught in self-doubt: "I remember closing the door."
oops~
Another door opened, but this time it wasn't Cyril who came out, but a man in his late twenties who exuded a slightly manic air.
He wore a white shirt, black vest, and tight pants; his face was pale, and his brown eyes always held a strong sense of malice.
He glanced towards the back door of the bar, then looked at Klein and the old man with the tumor-like leg, and asked in a deep voice:
"Has someone been here just now?"
"There was one who has already left; he seems to have the ability to move through doors."
Klein nodded slightly, making no attempt to hide anything. With Kaspass right beside him, he couldn't conceal anything even if he wanted to. It was better to be honest; perhaps this extraordinary being who could manipulate living beings would reconsider his previous request.
Inside an unoccupied hotel room on the street at the junction of the Backlund Bridge area and the southern section of the bridge.
pat!
The bathroom door suddenly opened by itself, and then Cyril walked out.
This time, instead of rushing to open the door and leave, he went to the door, fumbled for the gas lamp, turned it on, poured two glasses of water, sat down at the small round table, and said to the air in front of him:
"This unknown gentleman or lady, you've been following me for so long without showing any hostility. You're not doing this for fun, are you?"
After he finished speaking, the room remained quiet, and nothing responded to his words.
After waiting for about half a minute, Sirion took out a gold coin, held it in his hand, and muttered to himself:
He's still in this room.
After repeating it three times, he flicked the gold coin from his hand with a clang.