Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 59: Achieving the Only One!

Cyril paused for a moment before realizing that he had spoken in Chinese in his haste.

...So, that's why I wasn't thrown off the gray fog? Why am I suddenly feeling a little relieved?

Composing himself, he looked at the figure at the head of the weathered long table and nodded slightly.

I guess so.

Klein's expression froze slightly under the gray fog... What does "sort of" mean? Does it mean he agrees or disagrees?

As expected of someone who has already encountered hidden beings, this guy seems a bit hard to fool. His reaction is completely different from that of "Miss Justice" and "Mr. Hanged Man" when they first met me.

He paused, then lightly tapped the edge of the table in front of him, maintaining the leisurely posture of the "Fool," his voice sounding casual and carefree, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Where did you learn this language?"

"My...hometown." Cyril paused before finishing his sentence.

For a fleeting moment, he was stunned by Klein's performance; he truly resembled a great being who acted on impulse.

...Hometown, is he a time traveler like me?

At the head of the long, weathered table, "The Fool" Klein unconsciously tightened his grip on the armrest, his breathing becoming heavier. This was perhaps the closest he had ever been to his fellow countrymen, apart from the diary of Emperor Roselle.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his excitement and asked calmly, "Do you know Rosell?"

Cyril nodded slightly: "I know a little. The Son of Steam, the former governor of the Republic of Intis, and also the greatest inventor, the pioneer of the safe navigation route in the Raging Sea..."

On the high-backed chair at the head of the table, Klein, shrouded in gray mist, almost reached out to rub his forehead... What an official explanation.

Are you afraid to reveal your identity as a time traveler? Well, being cautious is a good thing. I never even considered exposing myself to him.

Thinking of this, he leaned back in his chair and tapped the edge of the table lightly with one finger. Combined with his face and figure shrouded in gray mist, he looked quite mysterious.

Below, Sirion stared blankly... Was this a natural talent for acting? Or was it influenced or enhanced by the "Source Castle"?

As he pondered, he heard the words of the "Fool" at the very top of the weathered long table, as if he were speaking to himself:

"I heard your prayer before, but Adam responded faster than I did, or rather, faster than anyone else."

"Could you tell me how you learned of my name? It shouldn't have been widely spread yet."

...So, when Adam appeared, the "Fool" was spying on him from above the gray fog? The others...they probably wouldn't be so idle; with so many believers in the true God, it's common for them not to respond.

After clearing his mind, he controlled his expression, glanced somewhat awkwardly at the figure at the top of the weathered long table, then quickly lowered his head to avoid revealing his expression before speaking:

"It was a revelation from a great being. I wasn't sure beforehand that I would get a response, but my situation was urgent at the time, so I recited all the names and titles I could remember."

"A very bold attempt at survival." The "Fool" at the head of the group gave a rather detached praise before continuing to ask:

"Who, a great being, gave you this inspiration?"

Cyril hesitated for half a second. He originally wanted to shift the blame to Adam, but then he remembered that "The Fool" had been spying on him and that he had called Adam's name last. The order was wrong, so he had to find another way to shift the blame.

He calls himself:

From the unknowable sublimity... a gateway beyond dimensions... the embodiment of art and fantasy.

He used the most common Rune script, and paused after each sentence, a level of caution that every extraordinary being should exercise in the mystical world.

At the head of the long, weathered table, Klein, his body shrouded in gray mist, couldn't help but frown.

How would a mysterious being I've never heard of know the names I made up, whether it was Miss "Justice" or Mr. "The Hanged Man," who leaked information at a time when they themselves were unaware of it?

It shouldn't be, otherwise He would have just tested me through them. So, He foresaw this scene in the long river of fate.

Did He want to contact me, or test me, through Cyril Grey? But something unexpected happened, and He made contact with another hidden being named Adam first.

In a way, this fellow villager could be considered a favorite of the evil god, surviving so many hidden beings.

Klein withdrew his right hand from the edge of the table, gathering his increasingly scattered thoughts. Looking at Cyrion, whose celestial form shimmered and shifted in color at the bottom of the weathered table, he said slowly:

"You didn't tell me the whole truth... but you didn't lie to me either."

Beneath the weathered long table, Sirion's heart skipped a beat as Klein's heavy breathing made him forget that he could freely use his psychic vision to spy on others here.

He took a deep breath, bowed to the "Fool" above, and apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I cannot speak directly about other great beings."

...If you can't say it directly, then you can say it tactfully.

"The Fool" Klein chuckled, glancing at Cyril and thinking he was quite perceptive.

He paused for a moment, then continued as he had originally planned: "You can call me Mr. 'The Fool.' There is a regular gathering of extraordinary individuals here, and I am their witness. You are here and qualified to join, but of course, you can also refuse."

...Wow, it was Mr. Fool who took the initiative to invite me! This is a privilege that no one else has received, and it's a unique achievement!

Before he could finish speaking, Cyrion said, "My name is Cyrion, Cyrion Gray, esteemed Mr. 'Fool,' and I would like to join this gathering."

At the head of the long, weathered table, "The Fool" Klein nodded slightly, then raised his hand and conjured a series of tarot cards in front of Sirion:

"They use tarot cards as their code names. I've already eliminated the ones that were chosen. You can pick one from these as your code name."

Looking at the tarot cards floating before him, Cyril suddenly found himself in a dilemma, suffering from decision paralysis. He thought The World was good, but The Magician also suited his current path, and The Hermit sounded like a mysterious master...

Seeing that Cyril had not yet made a choice, Klein reminded him at the right time, "You can follow your heart."

Upon hearing this, Xireen felt there was some truth to it, so he simply closed his eyes and randomly grabbed a card in front of him.

As he closed his eyes, Klein made all the tarot cards around him disappear, leaving only one, and handed it to Sirion.

With her eyes closed, Cyril realized as soon as she felt a card hit her hand that she had been secretly tricked by Klein.

However, he didn't care. Rather than dwelling on it, he trusted the choice made by the beacon of destiny.

He opened his eyes and saw the Wheel of Fortune card, with a jackal, a sword, a lion, and a snake encircling a circle!

Klein looked at Cyril, who was holding the Wheel of Fortune card, and offered his blessing: "Fate is ever-changing; I hope you can take control of your own destiny."

"Thank you for your blessings."

Cyril bowed respectfully to the figure at the head of the mottled long table. Although it wasn't among his previous choices, for some reason, he really liked this card.

Perhaps this is the guidance of destiny.

As he sighed, he heard the voice of "The Fool": "The gathering is every Monday at 2 p.m. Backlund time. Remember to find a place where you won't be disturbed beforehand."

As the words fell, a deep red light rose around them, and Sirion's figure quickly melted into the light.

After sending Cyril out of the space above the gray fog, Klein leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath, feeling inexplicably relaxed.

For some reason, he felt a lot of pressure when he was with Sirion. It wasn't physical pressure, but more like a spiritual feeling, a bit like the nervousness that ordinary people feel when facing someone in a high position.

"This fellow villager has a big secret, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to provoke such a strong reaction from the gray fog just now."

"I originally wanted to use the identity of 'The Fool' to get more information about the hidden existence from him, but I'll have to find another opportunity later."

He then conjured his usual citrine pendant and began to divine whether Cyril was in danger.