Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 48: The Revelation of Fate

Around 10 a.m., Ha Wen, whose spiritual energy was still overflowing, arrived at the hospital.

After Cyril showed him his completely healed wounds, which showed no trace of injury, he readily agreed to Cyril's request to be discharged from the hospital and promised to cover for him in front of Beth.

Before noon, Sir Ryan returned home smoothly, except that the hospital expressed concern about his health, which was brushed off by Havin with the excuse that he had been transferred to a private hospital.

The person with the mechanical heart never appeared from beginning to end, seemingly tacitly approving of his actions and accepting his identity.

Back home, before he could even relax, Beth rushed over, forcing him to lie back in bed and pretend to be sick.

From the living room on the first floor, Bessie's questioning voice could be heard by Sirius even from her room on the second floor:

"Why did you take Sirion home from the hospital? His injuries are so severe; he needs treatment right now. What if delaying treatment causes long-term consequences?"

"Is it because of the hospital fees? If your father hasn't transferred the money to your bank account in time, you can come to me. Although your brother-in-law and I aren't exactly rich, we can still afford this amount of hospital fees."

"It's one thing for Cyril to cause trouble, but why are you going along with his nonsense?"

Cyril, who heard the noise downstairs from inside the room: .....

"His image as someone who causes trouble is really deeply ingrained in people's minds..."

He sighed softly, reached for the washed fruit on the bedside table, and took a big bite.

Soon, the conversation downstairs stopped, and he heard the sound of footsteps going upstairs.

dong dong~

"The door wasn't closed."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Beth's makeup today was rather rough and simple. It was obvious at a glance that she had rushed out the door and hadn't bothered to take care of herself. It was completely different from the image she usually had of Cyril.

Once inside the room, she suppressed her worry and smiled gently.

"Sirius, how are you feeling today? Are you feeling unwell?"

"If you feel unwell, be sure to speak up. We'll go back to the hospital. It's certainly uncomfortable there, but your health is the most important thing. You can't neglect your body for the sake of temporary comfort."

It's so nice to be a patient. The last time I saw Beth so gentle was when Thomas's father first came to our house, right?

After clearing her mind for a moment, Cyril smiled and nodded at Beth:

"Don't worry, I'm really fine. You have to trust the potion-making skills of the 'Earth Mother Goddess' Church, especially since there's a truly skilled 'pharmacist' in the Harvest Church."

"My injuries have stabilized, and I just need to rest for a while."

Beth looked at him seriously: "Are you sure there's no problem?"

Cyril nodded, meeting the other person's gaze directly.

Beth looked away and nodded gently: "That's good. Focus on recovering. Once you're healed, we'll go to the Harvest Church together to thank Father Utravsky."

"You have no idea how panicked I was when the doctors at the hospital said that your gunshot wound to the side of your abdomen might leave lasting effects."

"I just told my father that I would take good care of you, and less than a month later you were so badly injured. I don't know how I'm going to explain this to my parents when they come back."

"Fortunately, you met the priest at Harvest Church and received his help."

"If you want to change your faith, I will support you. At least they will really help you when you are injured."

Cyril listened to Beth's rambling and gave a wry smile: "I really have no intention of changing my faith."

After all, I don't trust anyone.

Beth nodded gently: "I understand. Faith is a serious decision."

"Alright, you get some rest first. I'll go prepare lunch for you and Havin; he doesn't look like he slept well either."

After saying that, she turned and left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

A moment later, his door was pushed open again, and the person who came in was Ha Wen, who couldn't hide his excitement.

He closed the door, drew the curtains, and then returned to the bedside, whispering:

"I have become a 'generalist,' just like my Portland teacher said before. It's not magical; it just gave me a good memory, comprehension, and hands-on skills."

"But I think it's pretty good, it suits me well."

After a slight pause, he changed the subject: "I asked Professor Portland about your situation. He said that if you don't join the Church of the Earth Mother, you will most likely be recruited by the Mechanical Heart Squad of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery."

"The Church's Extraordinary Squad is always short-staffed, and they usually choose to recruit suitable personnel."

"Hmm, I can probably guess."

Cyril nodded slightly. He roughly knew why Havin had gone out last night but didn't return until this morning.

It's estimated that he wanted to confirm his own situation through his connection with Portland Momont.

He paused, then asked with some curiosity, "And you? You're an extraordinary being now too."

"I'm a technician." Havin tilted his chin up.

"Professor Portland has invited me to join the Royal Academy of Sciences of the Kingdom of Rune, but I will still set up my own laboratory."

"At the same time, we will maintain a certain cooperative relationship with the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. I respect my faith very much."

...I respect it very much, even though I have no religious beliefs.

.....

In the evening, after everyone else was home, Sirion finally left his room and wandered around the house.

Although faking illness is a good thing, it's also very uncomfortable to be in bed for a long time.

Owen suddenly burst in, shouting, "Cirien, I've received a revelation from fate!"

"It was a rich treasure; I saw it, it's real!"

Cyril handed him a glass of water: "Slow down, explain clearly."

Irving took the water glass, gulped it down in one go, and then let out a long sigh:

"Phew~"

"I just did a divination at home for clues about the 'Clown' potion. I was just practicing divination casually and didn't have any expectations, but suddenly I had a flash of inspiration and saw a revelation from fate."

"That's a treasure trove; it just so happens to contain the main ingredient for the Joker's Potion."

"Are you sure this is a revelation from fate?" Sirion questioned.

It's not that I don't trust Irving, but rather that I don't trust the abilities of the "fortune teller." Even if someone is an extraordinary individual through the "monster" pathway, they must at least be a "lucky one" to have such good fortune.

If "diviners" could so easily foresee clues about their next potion sequence, then the Secret Order wouldn't have become such a largely invisible secret organization.

Faced with Cyril's questioning gaze, Owen lowered his head and confessed, "Okay, I actually used the Crystal Ball of Fate."

"But the revelation I saw was real, and I confirmed it myself through divination."

"Although there is danger, it is not fatal. We have a chance to take it, at least a portion of the treasure."

Seeing Owen's insistence, Sirion asked curiously, "So what exactly is the treasure you saw?"

Irving: "A pirate ship, it's anchored near the mouth of the sea east of Backlund."

"You want to rob pirates?" Sirion looked at him in surprise.

Irving nodded: "I've done the divination. If you're with me, the chances of success are very high."

Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly: "What if I don't go with you?"

Irving said with a long face, "Then I won't even be able to get on the ship."

Worried that Cyril would refuse, he quickly added, "That ship not only has the potion ingredients for 'The Clown,' but also the materials needed by 'The Astrologer.'"

Cyril: .....

I'll bet a glass of lemon tea that this is a trap deliberately set to lure me in, or at least part of the script.

He paused, looked at Owen, and said seriously, "Tell me the level of danger again."

"Uh... okay." Owen nodded and took out a citrine pendant he had prepared in advance from his pocket.

A few seconds later, the citrine pendant in Irving's hand began to swing spontaneously, its arc irregular, counterclockwise.

Owen opened his eyes, looked at the crystal pendant swaying and undulating in his hand, paused for a moment, and then began to perform divination again.

After a moment, he reached out and grasped the swaying citrine, offering his interpretation: "There is danger, but the degree of danger is uncertain."

"The target itself must be very dangerous, but there are factors around it that can be used to effectively reduce the level of danger."