prynovel Chapter 120 Attack!
Chapter 120 Attack!
Chapter 120 Attack!
In the afternoon, after seeing Thomas's family off, Haven suddenly and mysteriously pulled Sirius onto a public carriage heading to the outskirts of the North District.
After some twists and turns, the two arrived at a nearly abandoned three-story house in the western part of the northern suburbs.
"This place originally belonged to Backlund Medical School, but the school has now moved to a better and more suitable location. Only a small number of teaching staff and students who did not graduate this year have been left behind, and it is now in a semi-abandoned state."
"This is an extraordinary gathering that I went through a lot of trouble to find out about and qualify to participate in!"
Wearing a white coat, a matching mask, and a surgical cap, dressed like a doctor in full working order, Ha Wen lowered his voice and whispered in his ear.
A hint of helplessness flashed in the eyes of Cyril, who was dressed in the same clothes. He had already given up on the gathering called by the old man "Eye of Wisdom" today, but he didn't expect to be dragged into another gathering of wild extraordinary people.
He didn't think that Hasen, at Sequence 9, could access very high levels of the Extraordinary Gathering, at his current level.
There is nothing more that can be done to help.
Of course, he did not refuse Havin's invitation. He needed to assess whether this gathering of wild extraordinary individuals harbored any hidden dangers before deciding whether to send Havin away.
After all, in Backlund, most of the gatherings of extraordinary individuals that are active there are supported by an extraordinary force.
If it's a legitimate church or some lawful neutral forces, that's fine. But if it's a subordinate organization developed by dangerous groups like the Aurora Society or the Rose School, there's a high probability of hidden dangers.
While he was pondering, he had already passed through the door and entered a room converted from a lecture hall, led by Haven.
In the center of the room was a pool of moderate size, filled with a pungent-smelling preservative, in which several relatively intact bodies were submerged.
On either side of the lecture hall stood two transparent glass coffins, each containing a corpse preserved in embalming agents. However, these corpses were not intact; some lacked skin, some internal organs, and some were reduced to skeletons.
On the semi-circular staircase inside the room, a dozen or so people, dressed in white coats, masks, and surgical caps of the same color, sat sparsely.
They all sat silently in their seats, as quiet as the corpses and skeletons around them.
Ha Wen, who was half a step ahead of him, visibly stiffened, clearly stimulated by the atmosphere of the party.
Cyril raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder, causing the latter to shudder reflexively.
...It was just a slightly scary environment, it's not enough to be this scared, is it?
Xi Ruien glanced at Havin and noticed his slightly constricted pupils, his constantly lowered gaze, and his tightly clenched, white knuckles. He belatedly realized what was happening.
Could it be that they're afraid of the household registration system?
It seems I don't even need to assess the danger level of this gathering; based on his behavior, he definitely won't be coming back next time.
He muttered a couple of things to himself, then half-guided, half-dragged Havin to a spot away from the body specimens. After waiting for a while, a corpse submerged in the pool in the center of the classroom suddenly got up, looked around, and then spoke in a low, hoarse voice:
"Let's begin."
After a two-second silence, the figure in the white coat sitting at the far right of the front row of the lecture hall spoke first:
"I want to know who, what, or where has had unusual luck in Backlund recently."
"Each piece of information is worth £100, but it must be true and valid. I have ways to detect lies, so don't try to take shortcuts."
"I would not intentionally present true and valid information as false; Mr. A can serve as my witness."
After he finished speaking, Hu Ti, who was immersed in the preservative bath, gently nodded and said:
"I can act as a notary!"
In the back row of the lecture hall, Sir Ryan's eyebrows twitched... Mr. A, what a coincidence, it does fit the style of this classroom.
Is the search for the people, things, and places that have been unusually lucky in Backlund during this period helping Ouroboros track down the little snake?
If my luck hadn't suddenly turned sour, I definitely would have reported that impolite little snake... um,
I foresaw this scene, which is why I suddenly turned my bad luck into good luck?
Okay, this is very "Mercury Serpent" ::. What if I stick to the idea of selling information now?
As his thoughts drifted, he suddenly felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of fear, as if a great calamity was about to befall him.
The palpitation only disappeared when he cleared his mind.
What an unlovable little snake!
After his initial reflection, he stopped thinking about it and focused his attention back on the party.
Most of these transactions involved the sale of extraordinary materials or the demand for extraordinary materials or magical items; some were successful, and some were unsuccessful.
Because there weren't many people at the party, it was soon Ha Wen's turn to speak, but he hadn't yet composed himself and skipped over it.
Then it was Cyril's turn. He looked around and carefully stated his needs:
"I want to know clues about Asman and the ancient vengeful spirits, or the extraordinary materials they possess."
The Aurora Society trains some "apprentices," so there's a high probability they'll have clues or materials related to these two extraordinary creatures; it's just unknown whether they're willing to sell them.
Furthermore, members of the Aurora Society can also determine from his needs that he is an "astrologer" seeking ascension, which may bring him danger.
In the past, he wouldn't have taken such a risk, but now, having fully grasped the incomplete "otherworldly traveler" power within the blank scroll, he felt he had the confidence to take such a risk.
At least in terms of escaping and saving his life, his skills are no less than, and may even surpass, those of some demigods.
After a brief silence, the figure in the white coat who had previously posted the quest to find people, objects, or locations with unusual luck turned around, glanced at him, and chuckled as he spoke:
"I know a place where ancient vengeful spirits roam, number 500, what do you think?"
Sirion shook his head and refused immediately: "Too expensive, forget it."
"400 pounds?"
That person didn't seem to want to give up.
Sirion shook his head in refusal: "It's still too expensive."
"It seems you're not very sincere." The man shook his head and then ended the conversation.
Afterwards, several people brought up their own needs or items they wanted to sell, but none of them succeeded. Then, the body of "Mr. A" lying in the pool of preservative solution directly announced the end of today's gathering.
Cyril and Harvin left right after the person searching for the unusually lucky people and things in Backlund.
After leaving the semi-abandoned medical school building, he glanced at Havin beside him and whispered:
"Do you have a weapon with you?"
"Huh?" Havin paused for a moment, then nodded:
"I have a handgun that I assembled myself, and two tubes of not-too-powerful liquid explosives."
"Why are you asking this? Is it dangerous?"
As he spoke, he nervously looked around, but found nothing.
Cyril nodded slightly: "Perhaps there will be. Remember to stay away from me then, or you might get caught in the crossfire."
"It's that person from the party just now. Why? Because you sought out two extraordinary ingredients?"
Ha Wen quickly realized what was happening, but didn't quite understand.
"We'll talk about it when we get back."
Before Sirion could finish speaking, his spiritual intuition suddenly warned him, and then he saw something strange appear in the shadows beneath his feet.
The next second, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly came to life, rising up like a stream, trying to entangle him tightly.
Snapped!
Cyril snapped his fingers, and a blinding light illuminated the surroundings, dispelling all darkness and shadows.
He forced out the "foreign object" hiding in his shadow.
It was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a white lab coat. The flesh around his eyes was twitching abnormally, but he was not affected by the "flash".
"I used to be an astrologer myself, so I know exactly how to deal with an astrologer."
As he spoke, a phantom book, slowly turning its pages, appeared in his pale blue eyes.
"I came, I saw, I recorded!"
As the incantation was chanted, his body suddenly melted like a candle, turning into pure, viscous flesh and blood, and lunged towards Sirion.
At the same time, Cyril's body suddenly became ethereal, tinged with mottled starlight.
The next second, the sticky flesh and blood that rushed towards him missed its target.
After missing its target, the viscous flesh writhing in mid-air twisted eerily, extending fleshy tentacles before lunging at Sirion once more.
But it could never reach Cyril's body, as if the two existed in different dimensions.