Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 55: The Revised Story

At the public carriage parking area, Cyril, who was looking for the carriage to the South Bridge area, suddenly stopped and looked up at the perpetually gray sky.

His spiritual intuition had just been stimulated; it seemed that a powerful being was approaching from another dimension.

As he focused his attention, the colors of the streets, pedestrians, carriages, and rooftops in his field of vision became more vivid and intense, and even the hazy sky radiated a knowledge-filled, rainbow-colored halo, like a graffiti painting.

At the same time, he saw a mummy, its body wrapped in dirty yellow bandages and only half of its body remaining, fly quickly over his head.

Behind it, several shadowy tentacles covered with countless eyeballs were slapping the air, like a shepherd driving his flock.

Upon seeing this, Sirion immediately closed his eyes to prevent the two spirit beings from noticing him.

Snapped!

A heavy object fell from above his head, piercing the newspaper in his hand and landing on the ground.

Xireen looked down thoughtfully, then opened his eyes and saw a dusty, unrecognizable metal box lying at his feet.

The surface of the iron box is decorated with strange patterns drawn with crooked lines, which can completely block spiritual perception and the gaze that can see the truth, and looking at it for a long time will make you feel a little dizzy.

"Either the box is a magical item, or it contains a magical item."

"This is hush money? I wonder if it's the kind that silences someone completely, or the kind used to curry favor with them..."

He muttered a few words to himself, then bent down and picked up the dusty metal box at his feet.

Unable to determine whether the contents were harmful, he dared not open the box and decided to take it to Owen. This is when the "fortune teller" came in handy.

.....

Beside the steam train station, Ince Zangwell was still struggling with the classic quill pen in his hand.

Normally, this pen can only be used to write independently when he is mentally unstable or not paying attention.

But now, it has forcibly controlled his body to write a long passage on the wall, and it is still resisting him, trying to write new words on the wall:

Backlund is not a good place to escape. Although it is a dense and complex metropolis, which makes it easier for Ince Zangwill to evade the pursuit of the Church of the Night in some ways, the very complexity of the people means that the unfortunate Ince Zangwill may encounter other demigods or even angels if he is not careful.

The great Pen of Alshurst has already been robbed once, which is a terrible experience, and that guy just thought of that person. Backlund is no longer safe.

No, the entire Ruen is no longer safe.

The foolish Ince Zangwell should have gone to the official church to take control of the relatively weak seas and southern continent; that would have been the right choice.

Just then, a special spirit being happened to pass by. Its presence would instinctively pollute the surroundings, and it would just right clean up the traces left by the great Pen of Alshogod and the foolish Ince Zangwill.

And that greedy Cyrion... he (crossed out)... He...

Ince Zangwell's expression had become numb. He even began to consciously cooperate with 0-08. Although he still had doubts, the words described by 0-08 made him feel that there would be unexpected dangers if he stayed in Backlund.

But suddenly his writing motion with the quill pen stopped, as if he had suddenly lost all inspiration, and he couldn't write the following sentences no matter what.

A few seconds later, Ince Zangwell's movements as he held the 0-08 writing brush suddenly became fluid, but the words he wrote were completely different from before:

It's not time yet, it doesn't need to be recycled...

Alszuhod and Ince Zangwill will remain in Backlund and, at the invitation of the Witch Cult, will cooperate with the Royal Family of Loen, which is their most correct and reasonable choice.

Ince Zangwill has lost his memory of what happened today, but that's normal, because the Pen of Alshurst likes to secretly write stories when he's not looking, and he'll only discover this when there are more inconsistencies later.

The Pen of Alshurst, having been threatened by Cyril and forced to control Ince Zangwill to write a nonsensical story, had exhausted itself and fallen into a brief slumber, losing a small portion of its memory in the process.

As the last word was written, Ince Zangwell's black classic quill pen wobbled twice before stopping, losing its original luster and looking like an ordinary, somewhat old quill pen.

Ince Zangwell was startled, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He looked around blankly, not understanding how he got there.

"Your eyes are very deep, I like them very much."

A soft, captivating female voice sounded behind Ince Zangwell.

He turned around abruptly and stared intently at the beautiful woman who had suddenly appeared behind him.

She was a beautiful woman dressed in a simple white robe. Her bright and radiant appearance was striking. Her glossy black hair was loosely tied up, adding to her aura of restraint and languor.

She was pure and dignified, without a speck of dust on her body, her long, fair neck exposed to the air, full of allure.

A pair of blue eyes, seemingly mature yet innocent, stared unblinkingly at Ince Zangwell, as if shy, yet also deliberately making a highly suggestive invitation.

Just seeing him, just making eye contact, made Ince Zangwell feel the blood in his body start to rush abnormally to a certain part of his body.

He swallowed hard and said in a deep voice, "A witch?"

The beautiful woman in the pure white robe chuckled and nodded. "Yes, would you like to share this pleasure with me?"

"Mr. Ince Zangwell, the former Archbishop of the Church of the Night, who stole the 0-08 defector, orchestrated a massacre in Tingen, County Ahova, murdered the local Night Watchman, stole Saint Selena's ashes, and successfully rose to the rank of 'Night Watchman'."

Ince Zangwill glared at the other man with hostility: "The Witch Cult is investigating me. What's your purpose?"

"Knowing that I possess a Level 0 sealed artifact that once destroyed a city, you still dare to appear before me. Do you think I'll be seduced by your appearance?"

The dignified and elegant lady before me gently brushed a strand of hair that fell across her forehead and said with a smile:

"Am I not pretty enough?"

"You are beautiful, but you are a 'witch'."

Ince Zangwill emphasized the final witch while simultaneously using his extraordinary abilities to calm his restless body and emotions, bringing everything back to peace.

To some extent, those extraordinary individuals who follow the "dark" path and those who restrain the allure of the "witches" are best at bringing everything to a state of tranquility.

The beautiful woman in the white robe subtly curved the corners of her lips into a seductive smile:

"So what if she's a 'witch'? We're just enjoying ourselves. What happened in the past doesn't affect the present, does it?"

Ince Zangwell swallowed again, his breathing becoming heavier. The witch in front of him was more powerful than he had imagined. Even though he was already half-human and half-god, he could only calm his mind, but not his body.

After catching his breath, he said in a hoarse voice, "You still haven't told me your purpose."

The woman opposite him chuckled and took two steps forward, reaching out to stroke his cheek. Her voice was gentle and alluring as she spoke:

"My name is Panatia, a woman who admires and adores you..."

"Ince, would you like to share this pleasure with me?"

Ince Zangwell took a difficult half-step back, withdrawing his hand that had unconsciously wrapped around the other's waist, and said in a serious tone:

"State your purpose first."

"Hehe... I like men with strong wills like you; it makes me feel more conquered."

Panatia chuckled softly, then her smile faded, and she spoke in a slightly serious and formal tone:

"The Witch Cult intends to invite you to cooperate with the Royal Family of Rune. The level 0 sealed artifact you took from the Church of the Night will be very useful in this regard."

"In return, the Witch Cult will provide you with protection. In this city, as long as you do not enter St. Samuel's Church on your own initiative, no night watchman will discover your presence."