NABC Chapter 266 Monday Gathering
Chapter 266 Monday Gathering
Chapter 266 Monday's Gathering
Bayam, the capital of the Rothschild Islands, is known as the "City of Generosity".
Cyril stood on the ship's railing, gazing at the shimmering blue sea in the distance and the bustling, vibrant city built along the undulating mountain ridge, enjoying the warm, salty sea breeze.
After observing for a while, a thick, grayish-white mist suddenly surged before his eyes. The towering figure of "The Fool," perched atop the mist, looked down upon him, and Klein's voice echoed in his ears:
What's going on with that "Red Priest" card? There's some extra information on it.
"Moreover, my divination results indicate that it carries considerable danger."
Cyril lowered his head and muttered to himself:
"It is contaminated, and because of the special nature of the blasphemous card, this contamination manifests itself in the form of information."
"The method you see above that promotion hierarchy should be genuinely effective."
"As for the dangers, besides the potential for contamination from prolonged exposure, it currently has a strong aggregation effect on both 'Hunter' and 'Assassin' types. Therefore, for now, it can only be placed on top of your gray fog to isolate this aggregation."
After a moment of silence, Klein muttered:
"It seems like this place has become your storage room for dangerous items."
He paused, then looked away and saw Bayam standing right in front of him.
Although the city is not as large as Backlund, it is not much less prosperous, at least it appears to be.
"You've already left the class? Where is this?"
"In Bayam, the 'City of Generosity,' I've gathered some information and plan to make contact with the Morse Order here."
As Sirion spoke casually, the ship beneath his feet suddenly experienced a slight sway.
He glanced around and saw that the ship had docked and the crew waiting on the deck were lowering the stairs to help passengers disembark.
"Save your questions for this afternoon. I don't want to be seen as a crazy person talking to themselves."
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After a moment of silence, the gray fog in front of him suddenly dissipated.
He then left the passenger ship along with the passengers, descending the stairs from the deck and disappearing into the dense crowd at the dock.
Throughout the entire ordeal, neither the passengers nor the crew on board noticed this person who had appeared out of nowhere.
Although the captain of the "Sailor" route was experienced and perceptive enough, he did not possess the same keen occult insight as Erland.
As the crowds left the dock and arrived in the relatively bustling city area, Cyril encountered customs and traditions that were quite different from those of Backlund and Bansey, yet similar in many ways.
The indigenous culture here is greatly influenced by the Ruen people. Whether it is the architectural style or the clothing worn by the people, it is similar to the Ruen people, but there are some differences in details, as if it is a less rigorous imitation.
There are many mixed-race indigenous people on the street with dark skin but blue eyes. They usually wear colorful feather headdresses, which are very eye-catching.
As he looked around, a boy who appeared somewhat thin and had a sallow complexion, around fourteen or fifteen years old, spoke in broken Rune:
"Sir, do you need a guide?"
"I know all the streets and shops in Bayam, and I also know all the gossip here."
"No need," Sirien shook his head slightly, declining the local guide's offer.
He then quickened his pace slightly, weaving through the crowd, and left the somewhat congested street.
After leaving the crowded port area, he randomly picked a decent-looking hotel, checked in, and got a local map from the receptionist.
Afterwards, he painted a new layer of disguise on himself in the room and then went straight out.
Following the signs on the map, we arrived at the Fragrant Leaf Bar. The entire street in this area was a hub for the underground trading market and the location where Born Walker and his superiors had arranged a secret meeting.
Since it was still morning, there weren't many people in the bar, and the atmosphere wasn't very lively. The few customers were either drinking silently or lying on the benches or the floor, still not sober.
Cyril went straight to the bar and, based on the information he had gleaned from Born Walker's memories, said:
"The cup comes from Zharha in the Misty Sea, with plenty of ice and sea salt."
"4 Bian Tu, you are quite a strange guest."
"Really? Are there any customers with similar taste to me?"
"There really was one, a young gentleman like you. Not many customers put salt in their drinks; I remember it very clearly."
With a smile, Cyril accepted the Zarha from the bartender and found a reasonably tidy seat against the wall where there was no one else around.
He took a sip of the Zharha drink with sea salt in his hand, paused slightly, and then expressionlessly spat the drink back into the glass.
Even if it's a secret meeting, there's no need to use such strange drinks, right?
While mentally complaining, he dipped his finger in the liquor and left a few Old Fussac words on the table.
After doing all that, he picked up his full glass, tapped it on the table three times, and then got up and left the bar.
Shortly after he left, the bartender who had been behind the bar came over with a rag, glanced at the few words written in the drinks on the table, wiped them clean with the rag, and then returned to the bar with the remaining drinks.
After leaving the bar, Cyril found a popular local restaurant for lunch, then wandered around the city for a while before finally returning to the hotel just in time.
After drawing the windows and curtains and setting up another layer of spiritual wall, Sirion lay down in the armchair, waiting for today's tarot meeting to begin.
About two or three minutes later, a thick gray fog suddenly appeared in front of him, accompanied by a deep red light rising up.
After a moment of disorientation, when the deep red light before him faded, he found himself inside the magnificent and ancient palace above the gray mist.
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny, good afternoon..."
Miss Justice lifted her skirt slightly as she rose, greeted everyone in a light and cheerful tone, and then turned to look at the person at the head of the table.
"The Fool":
"Fool," first, I collected and memorized two new pages of Russell's Book last week.
"The Fool" Klein nodded slightly:
"Very well, what do you need these two pages of Russell's Book to exchange for me?"
"Justice" Audrey's gaze swept over the two face-down playing cards on the table in front of "Fool" Klein.
Did Mr. Fate offer the "Red Priest" card he received to Mr. Fool?
I remember last time Mr. Fate said he would trade with Mr. Fool using the information on this blasphemous card, but now the entire blasphemous card is here.
Did something unexpected happen that forced Mr. Fate to change the terms of the deal, exchanging the card of blasphemy for greater help from Mr. Fool?
I really want to see this "Red Priest" card. Even though I already know its name and which extraordinary path it belongs to, I'm still very curious.
Next time, I'll make this deal with Mr. Fool after I've collected more of Russell's diary entries. These two pages of the diary have an even more important use.
Composing herself, she looked at the "Fool" at the head of the table and said earnestly:
"Fool," I would like to ask for your help in exchange for these two pages.
"In the next few days, I will be entering the final round of assessments at the Psychological Alchemy Society. I am worried about the psychological impact and testing involved, and I will need your protection in advance."
"The Fool" Klein nodded slightly in response:
"Okay, just recite my name beforehand."
With the help of "The Fool," Audrey then materialized the two pages of Russell's diary that she had memorized.
In half a minute, Klein finished reading the two pages of the diary, which contained little information. After the diary disappeared from his hand, he lightly tapped the table with his finger:
"You may begin."
Upon hearing Mr. Fool's announcement that the party was officially beginning, Fors the Magician immediately looked at Cyril:
"Mr. Destiny, I have prepared the cash. We can trade for the Soul Eater's Stomach after today's gathering."
Actually, she had already raised enough money yesterday, but considering that there would be a tarot reading session today, she did not contact Mr. Fool.
Even though Mr. Fool seemed kind in both appearance and actions, she remained in awe and dared not disturb this great being too much.
Cyril nodded to "The Magician" Fors: "No problem."
His gaze unconsciously swept over a corner of the hall shrouded in gray mist.
The two stomach pouches of the Soul Eaters that "Sun" Derrick traded to him were still in Klein's junk pile. Because of Banshee's matter, he hadn't responded to Derrick's trade in time, and only traded the "Sun Priest" potion recipe to Little Sun yesterday.
After his brief exchange with Fors ended, Alger, the "Hanged Man," turned his head and looked over:
"Mr. Destiny," regarding the information mentioned at the last gathering, are you still trading?
Cyril raised an eyebrow at him slightly: "You probably haven't collected any items that you can trade with me."
The Hanged Man fell silent. He had indeed not collected, nor could he possibly collect, items at the demigod level.
But he had already been to Bansi, heard some news, and even caught a glimpse of the street where the substitutes were under martial law.
There were no streets left, only a charred ruin and a crater that appeared to be hundreds of meters wide and tens of meters deep.
He paused, then carefully chose his words:
"I went to Banshee a couple of days ago. The Sea King of the Roseside Islands is currently stationed there. It's said that he also has a Level 1 sealed artifact with him."
"The Church of Storms is screening and relocating local residents; something big seems to be going on."
"Judging from the current situation, your information isn't that valuable to the Church of Storms anymore," Sirion asked, surprised. "'Sea King'?"
"Didn't King Gad II, enshrined in the Storm Abyss Church on Passu Island, have a past?"
Alger, the "Hanged Man," frowned slightly, then shook his head and said:
"I haven't been able to find out any relevant information. Maybe I went there, but I've already left."
"Three days ago, I saw a terrifying and oppressive lightning bolt in Bansi Port, full of violence and destruction. I suspect that an angel from the Storm Realm has intervened."
"Angels? What exactly happened on Bansie Island?" "The Magician" Fors asked, voicing the question on everyone's mind.
Alger, the "Hanged Man," shook his head slightly.
"Due to the Storm Church's blockade, I haven't been able to get much information, except that it's related to the bloody rituals that have revived in the area."
"It seems that a local bishop of the Deep Blue Church was also tempted by an evil god, fell into depravity, and participated in bloody sacrifices. After Haigan arrived, he defected."
"A bishop, tempted by an evil god, fell from grace and fled?"
Fors' eyes widened, his throat bobbed slightly, and he swallowed hard.
This news was a bit too explosive for a wild extraordinary being like her. The actual events resonated with her far more than the previously discussed angel kings and gods.