Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 34: Habitual Offender

Two days later, having adapted to the changes brought about by the potion and having suppressed the spiritual energy emanating from her body, Sirion returned to the Owen family.

The two then went out together to the Backlund Bridge area and found a black hotel that didn't require identification, two blocks away from the Black Wolf Society.

Around four in the morning, Sirius woke up Irving, who was already fast asleep in bed.

The latter yawned as he brewed himself a cup of strong, thick coffee that he had prepared in advance. He then gulped it down in one go as if it were water, and then slapped his cheeks repeatedly, trying to wake himself up.

Seeing this, Sirion pointed at him, and a pale white light with a bluish tinge shot out from his fingertip. It shattered instantly upon touching Owen, turning into a layer of white frost that covered his body.

hiss~

The sudden chill made Irving gasp and shiver uncontrollably.

"Are you feeling more awake now?" Sirion asked casually.

Irving nodded repeatedly with a resentful look in his eyes: "I'm awake, I'm awake, I almost caught a cold."

"Then let's go."

Cyril said something casually, then reached out and pressed his hand against the wall by the window, opening a virtual door out of thin air.

This was a room he had specifically chosen; it was close to the street and only had two floors. He could simply jump down when he left without any danger or alerting anyone.

Unnoticed by anyone, two figures passed through the wall one after the other and landed on the ground from the second floor.

Cyril glanced back at the doorman on the first floor of the hotel, went over and left the key at the front desk, then quietly left.

Throughout the entire process, the old man on duty was dozing off in a half-awake state, completely unaware of Cyril's appearance and departure.

Owen then took out a pre-drawn route map and led Sirius toward the street where the Black Wolf Gang was located.

Upon arriving at their destination, the two did not encounter a single patrolling sheriff, rendering Owen's pre-drawn route map useless.

Owen, realizing he had done nothing of value, was somewhat speechless: "No wonder everyone says that the safety of the Backlund Bridge area is on par with the East End; the sheriffs here bear an undeniable responsibility."

"Being a sheriff is just a job; it's not worth risking your life for." Sirion shook his head slightly, not surprised by the situation.

Like the East District, the Backland Bridge area is home to various gangs, homeless people, and low-income workers, so it's normal that the area has poor security. The Loen government can only turn a blind eye to this.

Sheriffs are just low-level enforcers in government departments. With the deliberate leniency of those above, they won't create unnecessary trouble for themselves. Therefore, the sheriffs responsible for patrolling at night here basically only wander around a few fixed streets and don't easily go to other places.

This is a tacit understanding between the sheriffs and the gangsters, to maintain order in the open.

In the shadows where the streetlights couldn't reach, Sirien stood silently observing a place not far away where the gate was tightly closed but a dim yellow light shone through the cracks in the door.

Beside him, Owen held a citrine pendant in his hand, silently reciting divination phrases.

A few breaths later, the citrine pendant in his hand began to swing clockwise.

He glanced at his divination results, reached out and grabbed the swaying pendant, then changed the question and continued the divination.

A few minutes later, Owen, having finished his divination, looked at Cyril and said, "We were right before, Black Wolf has a lot of cash stored in the casino."

"There is an Extraordinary being inside. His sequence is not high, and his danger level fluctuates. But the greatest danger does not come from him. He is likely able to call for backup. We need to be careful, move quickly, and try not to be discovered."

Cyril nodded slightly: "No problem, you lead the way."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled at the air in front of him, creating a dark curtain out of thin air that draped over the two of them.

Under the cover of night, the "magic master's" "black curtain" has a good concealment effect, but of course, this can only be seen by ordinary people.

With the cover of darkness, the two sleepy-eyed guards outside the casino did not notice their approach at all.

Of course, they didn't go through the main entrance, but instead chose a wall away from the main entrance.

After passing through the wall, Cyril heard the sound of rushing water, a pungent smell, and a figure trembling slightly with its head down, its back to him.

Behind this wall is a washroom, and it's a used washroom.

With a blank expression, Sirion approached and punched the other man in the back of the neck before he could react and turn around.

baah~

"Hmm..."

After a short, crackling electrical hum mixed with a low, muffled groan, the other person fell straight down.

An electric shock and a full-force punch from a "magic master".

The current wasn't strong enough, but combined with his fist, it was enough to paralyze and knock an adult unconscious for a short time.

Xi Ruien glanced down at the other person's increasingly wet crotch. He figured that even if the other person woke up, he wouldn't make a sound for a while, at least not until he changed his pants.

He then locked the bathroom door from the inside and looked at Owen, who was still dumbfounded and hadn't recovered yet, and asked:

Which direction?

Coming to his senses, Owen looked at Sir Ryan suspiciously. He suspected that his classmate and friend was a repeat offender, otherwise how could he be so skilled?

Irving pursed his lips, suspecting he'd been tricked, and collected his thoughts. He picked up a twig he'd found on the street earlier and threw it around.

As the branch fell to the ground with a thud, he turned and pointed to the wall behind him, saying, "This way."

Guided by Irving, the two easily avoided the people who were still awake in the casino and arrived at the third floor, where they found the room where the safe was stored.

As Cyril pressed the doorknob, intending to use his abilities to open the door, his movements suddenly stopped, and an image of being surrounded by a curtain of shadows inexplicably appeared in his mind.

The entire casino was shrouded in an invisible curtain of shadow, and behind the curtain, it seemed as if an eye was watching over it.

The shadowy curtain and the eyes almost instantly reminded him of the "true creator" worshipped by the Aurora Club.

Could I really be that unlucky?

I know that the gangs in Backlund all have some kind of background, but they can't all be Outer Gods or evil gods, right? I just want to earn some extra money...

With a sigh, he released his grip on the doorknob and turned to look at Owen: "Let's do a divination."

Although he didn't quite understand why Cyril was suddenly being so cautious, Owen still obediently took out the citrine pendant.

Before he could even recite the divination incantation, the surrounding shadows suddenly came to life, transforming into a phantom, spiked maw that lunged at the two of them.

"Close your eyes!"

Cyril pushed Owen with one hand, crossed his other hand across his chest, and his pupils contracted sharply, gleaming white.

The next second, a flash of light several times more dazzling than the flash of an old-fashioned camera burst forth from him, illuminating the entire third-floor corridor so brightly that not a single shadow or darkness could exist.

With the appearance of a bright flash, the illusory mouth formed from solidified shadows instantly became thin, like a piece of paper thrown into a fire, disappearing without a trace in less than a breath.

Although the shadowy maw disappeared in less than a second after it appeared, the close-range attack still made Cyril feel a bite to his right hand, which was held across his chest, and he had lost all feeling in it.

As the shadowy maw disappeared, he heard a muffled groan coming from behind the door in front of him. It sounded like an old man who had suffered a backlash from the destruction of his spell.

Without the slightest hesitation, Cyril took out the remaining iron-black talisman from his pocket and simultaneously recited the activation incantation in Ancient Hermes:

"Sleep!"

The iron-black talisman turned to ashes in his hand, and at the same time, the light around him, which had dimmed as the flash disappeared, became even darker, with the faint, illusory sound of a choir echoing in his ears.

Feeling the commotion around him subside after the flash of light, Cyril breathed a slight sigh of relief; he no longer had to worry about being ganged up on.

He then turned to look at Irving, who was painfully closing his eyes, holding a pistol in his hand, but unable to release the safety for a long time.

Clearly, he hadn't listened to his own instructions to close his eyes in time and had been stimulated by the flash.