Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 67: Triss, the Different One

"Hey Wallet Bro, give it your all! You're the ancestor of all thieves."

After saying that, he reached into his pocket again.

Whether it was the words he had just spoken that had an effect or not, Cyril suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, as if there was nothing he couldn't get as long as he had his eyes on it.

He decisively focused his gaze on the tentacles that were about to retract into the spirit world. The next second, he felt a weight in his hand as he pulled a bright silver, gem-encrusted, ornate pistol from his pocket.

Meanwhile, the rat-headed octopus, having retracted all its tentacles back into the spirit world, looked at its empty tentacles and fell into self-doubt. It remembered that it had clearly snatched the thing.

After a few seconds of silence, it turned its gaze back to the reality outside the spirit world, to the place where it had just returned to the spirit world.

Apart from complete darkness, it saw nothing and sensed nothing of the mysterious object.

After hesitating for a moment, it turned and left.

Since it has already fulfilled its agreement, and the loss of the magical item was not caused by its own actions, it does not constitute a breach of contract, so there is no need for it to enter the real world to steal something again.

It could sense the presence of powerful extraordinary beings in the vicinity, and the frequent visits to the spirit world made it realistically likely that it would be hunted down.

.....

In the empty warehouse of reality, feeling the gaze from the spirit world disappear, Cyril breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to dispel the "black curtain" covering the surroundings.

He glanced back at the witch whose collar was wide open, then awkwardly looked away.

He hadn't expected the witch to follow him into the warehouse, nor did he expect her to help him. The witch's dark magic combined with his trickery to create a large "black curtain" covering half the warehouse, blocking the spirit creature's view.

Noticing his movement to look away, the witch chuckled softly, clearly pleased.

"Ha, didn't you just say I'm only okay-looking? Why are you looking away?"

"It's a pity that the time and place are not right now. Otherwise, considering that you just helped me, I wouldn't mind having a discussion with you about the essence of life, to help you grow from a boy into a man."

goo~

Xi Ruien swallowed hard, then decisively refused:

"No need to be so polite. You helped me just now, so we're even."

"Well then, goodbye."

After saying that, he walked straight to the other side of the warehouse wall. He had already wasted a lot of time and he still had to rush to attend the gathering of the "Eye of Wisdom" old man.

The witch followed closely behind him, showing no intention of separating.

Cyril turned around and looked at her silently.

The latter smiled and said, "I've never been to the East District before, and I'm not very familiar with the roads here. As a gentleman, you wouldn't abandon a weak and helpless lady like me, would you?"

"Yes," Sirion nodded firmly.

The witch behind him froze for a moment, her voice no longer gentle as before:

"I can pay the fee."

Sir Ryan: "500 pounds."

The witch looked at him pitifully: "I don't have that much money, and I just need you to give me a ride and take me to a crowded place."

Cyril said expressionlessly, "But the person who was chasing you just now was in danger."

The other party didn't try to negotiate the price anymore, but instead reached up and pulled open the already half-open collar:

"How about I repay you with my body?"

"Need not."

Cyril took a deep breath, turned his head with difficulty, took two steps forward, and placed his hand on the wall in front of him. Suddenly, a blurry, intangible, dark blue door appeared before him, and the two of them passed through the door as if through a curtain of water.

Led by Sirion, the two returned to the crowded streets of the East District in less than two minutes.

Cyril stopped and turned to look at the witch, who had neatly closed her collar at some point. Just as he was about to ask the witch to pay the bill and leave, a slowly approaching carriage stopped in front of them.

The carriage was decorated quite luxuriously, with even the horses pulling it adorned with armor inlaid with gold thread, and intricate patterns carved on every crossbeam and plank of the carriage.

On the side of the carriage, in a not-so-inconspicuous place, there is an emblem of the "Sword of Judgment" pointing vertically downwards, with a ruby ​​crown on the hilt.

...The royal family of Rune, could this witch be Triss?

Cyril turned his head to look at the witch beside him, half out of curiosity and half out of suspicion.

The latter's expression was calm, with only a flicker of struggle in his bluish eyes, which quickly disappeared.

Then, she calmly walked to the carriage parked in front and nodded slightly to the elderly gentleman driving it.

"I was attacked before, and this... passerby helped me. Could you please prepare some money to thank him?"

She paused briefly, then turned to look at Sirion, performing a perfectly ladylike gesture:

"My name is Triss Chick. If you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to Red Rose Manor in Queens to find me. This is my promise."

After saying that, she got into the carriage without looking back, just like a true noble lady.

Looking at Triss, who was completely different from before, Cyril felt a chill run down his spine. The script written by 0-08 was even more terrifying than he had imagined. With just a few words, it could suddenly turn an extraordinary person into someone he didn't even recognize.

After Triss boarded the carriage, the elderly gentleman approached her, took a stack of ten-pound notes from his leather purse, and handed them to her.

"Sir, may I ask your name?"

"Sirius".

Cyril chose his own name over a passing Kamen Rider's.

The old gentleman nodded slightly to him: "Hello, Mr. Sir Ryan, I am Finkel, the butler of Red Rose Manor."

"Thank you so much for your help to Miss Triss. This is a small token of my appreciation, and I hope you don't mind that I'm measuring your kindness in monetary terms."

"Just as Miss Triss said, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can seek help at Red Rose Manor in Queens. My husband has always been a generous and kind gentleman."

After the old butler Finkel finished speaking, Sirion smiled and accepted the gold pounds handed to him.

"That's what a gentleman should do."

The butler then asked him some questions about Triss's past experiences before driving the carriage away.

After watching the luxurious carriage disappear from his sight, Sirion turned and left.

After weaving through the crowds and alleyways several times and shaking off the few followers eyeing the gold coins on his body, he headed towards the meeting place of the old man known as "The Eye of Wisdom".

.....

Inside a brick-red detached house in Queens, a black classic quill pen writes lines of words on an open notebook on the table:

Triss Chick, who was trying to escape, was discovered to be a witch by an MI9 agent, who then began to hunt her down.

During the chase, the path she chose was blocked by an Extraordinary who was entangled with a spirit creature, which led to her being caught up by Remus from MI9.

The extraordinary being she encountered was Cyril Grey. Using a "door" he left behind, she temporarily escaped Remus after sacrificing a mirror double. She begged Cyril Grey for help, but he ignored her allure and refused...

Cyril Grey declined the Great Pen of Alshurst's offer but agreed to Triss Chick's request. But that didn't matter. After they returned to Red Maple Street in the East End, Prince Edsack's butler, Finkel, would happen to be there. Triss Chick, because of her feelings for Prince Edsack, got into Fenrir's carriage.

Cyril Grey noticed the "Sword of Judgment" emblem on the carriage and the butler Finkel's status as an extraordinary being. Out of caution, he decided to stay away from Triss Chick to avoid unnecessary trouble for himself.

This is the most reasonable choice for a wild extraordinary individual when facing a powerful force!

From now on, Cyril Grey, who does not follow the script of the great Alshurst, will not appear near Triss Chick and Prince Edsack....

Before the sentence written with the black quill pen was finished, a large, broad hand suddenly reached out and grabbed it, closing the notebook.