NABC Chapter 76 Exploring the Mirror World
Chapter 76 Exploring the Mirror World
Chapter 76 Exploring the Mirror World
The next day, Sirion didn't get out of bed until 10 a.m.
After washing up in the washroom and eating a simple piece of white bread, he took a carriage to the Harvest Church on Narcissus Street.
As soon as he stepped through the door, a wet rag was thrown at him.
Before it touched his cheek, the rag spun strangely in mid-air before falling back into Emlyn's hand.
"You...:" Emlyn looked at him strangely, then suddenly realized:
"You got promoted? The meteorite crystal that detective bought through me the other day was actually for you?"
"Damn it, that detective lied to me!"
Emlyn's face flushed red and then darkened, his chest heaving, reflecting the turmoil in his heart.
Cyril explained for Klein, "It's probably because you didn't ask him whether he was selling the meteorite crystal for his own use or to buy it for someone else."
"Shut up!" Emlyn Wolf glared at him fiercely.
The latter shrugged helplessly and asked before Emlyn turned and slipped into the clergy's lounge at the back of the hall:
"Could you sell me some extraordinary potions?"
"No." Emlyn refused without hesitation, continuing, "I know high-sequence 'audience members,' and more than one."
Emlyn remained unmoved: "So what? Who knows if the 'audience' you introduce will give me a new psychological suggestion."
...Holy crap, this guy's suddenly become smarter today.
He sighed inwardly and turned to walk toward Father Utravsky, who was sitting at the table praying.
Before he could even speak, the other person said, "You should know that I am not a 'pharmacist'."
"If you can't convince Emlyn, but urgently need these items, you can try contacting the Extraordinary members of the Church of the 'God of Steam and Machinery.' They came to me asking about you, and should have made contact with you by now."
Cyril nodded slightly: "Yes, but what I need are spells and potions, not weapons."
"I'm going to a very dangerous place. I've prepared my weapons, but what I lack now are good quality potions and talismans."
Emlyn, who had been listening in, suddenly interjected, "Then I wish you never come back."
Cyril glanced at him sideways and said calmly, "Then I will definitely write your glorious deeds into a novel in advance."
And mailed to all newspapers.
"You..." Emlyn glared at him fiercely, then suddenly gave up.
"Go ahead and write. Anyway, all the vampires in Backlund already know me, so a few more people won't make a difference."
"And my faith in the moon has always been unwavering!"
Seeing that his words had failed to anger Emlyn, Sirion stopped and turned to Father Utravsky, asking:
"I possess some extraordinary qualities, Father. Would you consider taking me back?"
Father Utravsky shook his head slightly: "The Church is not authorized to mission in Backlund, and the approved funding for my activities is insufficient to support frequent regeneration of extraordinary traits, unless through the 'Pharmacist' or 'Cultivator' pathways."
"The 'Pharmacist' path belongs to our vampire clan, to the moon, to our progenitors!"
Emlyn suddenly bristled, but no one paid any attention.
"Alright." Sirion wasn't disappointed. After chatting for a few more minutes, he said goodbye and left the Harvest Church.
After having lunch at a restaurant outside, Sirion returned home by carriage.
In the bedroom on the second floor, after closing the doors and windows, drawing the curtains, and setting up a spiritual wall at the base of the surrounding walls,
Cyril went straight to the full-length mirror.
Although he couldn't buy any potions or talismans at the Harvest Church, he didn't intend to delay exploring the mirror world any longer.
No matter how he divined, everything that happened last night was just a coincidence. But he didn't think so. He believed it was a urging from Adam.
"Phew~"
He stood in front of the mirror, exhaled softly, and then placed his hand on the mirror surface.
The next second, the pale blue light spread out, and the original mirror suddenly turned into a blurry gate like a pale blue water curtain, with a dark, illusory, and unreal road on the inside.
There are many such "paths" behind the mirror, which intertwine to form a complex and mysterious "spider web," creating a bizarre world different from reality.
Cyril stepped forward and easily passed through the mirrored "water curtain," entering the mirror world.
In the deep, dark passage, Cyril looked around at the forking paths and felt lost. Although he was exploring the mirror world, he had no real goal.
After hesitating for two seconds, he threw a folded paper airplane as a marker where he had come in, then stood the long, mottled, bright red knife that he had been carrying on his back upright in front of him, and then let go of it.
The method of finding one's way using a divination stick!
This longsword was a trophy he acquired during his attack on Zoira Hernandez at Backlund University. He teleported it to his room before his Angel Trial Card expired, but because of its conspicuous appearance, he never took it out to use.
After advancing to the rank of "Astrologer," he became familiar with the effects and negative effects of this magical item, which would come in handy during this exploration of the Mirror World, making up for his shortcomings in melee combat.
The longsword belongs to the Sequence 8 "Fallen Angel" of the "Demon" pathway. Using it can enhance the body, grant melee weapon proficiency, and also give the ability to create highly toxic and corrosive black smoke.
Its negative impact is that it corrupts users, gradually eroding their conscience and leading them to follow evil desires.
This negative influence was precisely restrained by the "peacemaker." As long as he held the pistol, he couldn't feel any evil desires, except for his disgust for fighting and those who brought about it.
Furthermore, he can purify himself by creating special holy water from the sacred dawn contained within the holy silver bullet.
The longsword he named Cold-Blooded Blade spun eerily twice after leaving his hand before falling, its tip pointing towards a dark and illusory path to his right.
Cyril glanced at the direction indicated by the staff pathfinding spell and walked there without hesitation.
At each fork in the road, he would use his staff to find the right direction, which allowed him to successfully avoid the hidden dangers in the mirror world, but also resulted in him making no discoveries.
Half an hour, an hour, two hours...
Cyril stopped and rubbed his forehead. He was spending more and more time in the mirror world, and the unchanging, dark, and deep surroundings made him feel like he was getting tired of it.
If the world in the mirror hadn't been so vast and complex, he even suspected he might have developed claustrophobia.
After traversing another dark, illusory, and unreal road, Cyril suddenly heard echoing, unreal prayers all around him:
"Wandering in the mirror..."
"Friendly...learned..."
"Guidance...exists..."
The prayers echoed in layers, but were not clear enough, as if the people praying were too far away from themselves.
Cyril paused and listened carefully for a while, but could still only make out a few words. He could tell that the person praying was a woman and that she was speaking ancient Hermes.
"Was some extraordinary being using the magic mirror for divination? But why did I hear it?"
Cyril quickly came to the most likely possibility.
While he was thinking, he took out a gold coin from his pocket, tossed it into the air, and simply made a gesture of acceptance.
A gold coin facing up indicates approval!
Then, he exuded spirituality, and after occupying the entire space behind the mirror, he finally reached the echoing prayers around him.
Suddenly, layers of transparent ripples spread out around the deep, dark world in the mirror, followed by a bright, clear light.
He then keenly noticed that the mirror world he was in had changed, and the "door" that made up this mirror world had established a connection with the "door" of a mirror world in a distant place.
The next second, as if sensing something, he stretched out his right hand, and a faint blue light mixed with starlight rippled from his palm, forming a special "mirror" like a water curtain.
Behind the "mirror" is a clean and luxurious bedroom scene, and a beautiful witch standing in front of the mirror!