Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 33 Owen's Divination

32 Wildy Street, South of the Bridge.

"You're saying you've become a 'master of magic'?"

Irving stared speechlessly at Sirian, who was lounging unceremoniously on his sofa.

It has only been two weeks since the other person became an Extraordinary, yet they have already completed a promotion. Meanwhile, the person who became an Extraordinary around the same time had only just finished learning a portion of the mystical knowledge and had become relatively proficient in divination, spiritual vision, and other skills. As for digesting the potion, they hadn't even had time to begin yet.

He took a deep breath, looked at Cyril on the sofa, and asked solemnly, "Are you sure you've digested the 'Apprentice' potion before advancing to the next level?"

"Of course, otherwise would I be sitting here so leisurely chatting with you?"

Cyril nodded and then recounted the general process of digesting the potion, omitting the details about Adam, Amon, and the Twilight Hermits.

After listening, Irving remained silent for a long time before finally exclaiming, "You're really lucky!"

"Perhaps." Cyril nodded noncommittally.

"But you may have heard the saying that every gift from fate comes with a price tag attached."

He paused, then skipped over that topic and asked instead, "How's your divination training going?"

"Very good." Owen raised his chin, but then lowered it again when he thought about how the other person had already advanced to Sequence 8.

"I've mastered all the common divination methods, but I lack experience in interpretation. Would you like to give it a try?"

"Okay, how about using tarot cards?"

Cyril nodded slightly, then took out the tarot deck from Adam that he always carried with him.

Owen looked at the tarot cards in his hand in surprise: "You actually carry tarot cards with you all the time? Who's the 'fortune teller' between us?"

Cyril chuckled and snapped his fingers.

slap~

The tarot cards in his hand seemed to come alive, bouncing off his hand one by one and landing precisely in Owen's hand.

The "magician's" "object manipulation" allows him to move or bounce designated objects within a five-meter radius, but he cannot perform more precise or detailed operations. Making the tarot cards jump from his hand to Owen's hand is already the limit of his control.

Irving stared wide-eyed at the scene: "This is amazing, this is the extraordinary ability I've always dreamed of."

Cyril curled his lip in disdain: "It is indeed magical, but the effect is too weak. It's just a magic trick. It can scare people, but it's not good for fighting."

"Well... after all, the potion is called 'Master of Tricks'."

Irving opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time before finally uttering a word of comfort, and then decisively changed the subject:

"You want to do a divination, right? Silently think about the question you want to ask, and then draw one of the cards."

Sirion nodded slightly and drew a card from the tarot deck that Irving had shuffled.

As he flipped the card in his hand, it revealed a prince holding a sword in one hand and scales in the other, his expressionless face radiating majesty.

Irving glanced at it and immediately said, "It's the Justice card, representing balance and fairness."

"Rationally judge all things, but never interfere. Cause and effect, fortune and misfortune are all up to oneself. Whatever the outcome, one must bear it oneself."

He paused, then pressed on, "What question did you ask just now?"

Cyril carefully examined the Justice card in his hand, then flicked his finger and tossed it back into the deck.

"I'm curious what the person who sent two bounty hunters into my house this morning, allowing me to take the opportunity to consume the last part of the potion, had the purpose."

"This..." Owen scratched the back of his head, trying to recall the occult knowledge he had learned in the past few days, and combined it with the Justice card he had just seen to make an interpretation:

"The key to this card is morality and balance. The fact that you received it in the order of priority means that the person hiding in the shadows has no ill intentions, or that their wishes align with your plans. As long as you don't make any major changes, everything will go smoothly."

"This is the interpretation I can offer. If you're still not convinced, we can do another divination."

Xi Ruien gently shook her head and refused: "No need, the divination was effective, I can roughly guess the reason behind things."

He paused, then added, "Although the rules of playing the role of a 'diviner' include not relying entirely on divination, and that divination is not omnipotent, as a 'diviner,' you cannot doubt your own divination abilities."

"A 'fortune teller' who doesn't even believe in himself can't play and digest the potion."

Irving nodded seriously: "I understand. This is my first time doing a divination for someone else, so it's normal to feel a little unsure."

After a brief pause, he decisively changed the subject: "According to the notes left by my father, the key to 'The Master of Tricks' lies in the words 'performance' and 'fooling'."

"The word 'fooling' can also be replaced by 'deceiving,' which comes from two sequences with similar meanings, 'The Scammer' and 'The Magician.' I don't know much more than that. I guess I'll have to contact the Elders after I reach Sequence 7 to get more information."

"However, I think by the time I reach Sequence 7, you probably won't need this information anymore."

Cyril nodded noncommittally, then shifted the topic to the problem he urgently needed to address:

"Could you do a divination to identify a suitable gang to target? I need to earn some money as soon as possible to pay off my bank loan."

"Although there is still plenty of time before the repayment period ends, I don't like the feeling of being in debt."

"No problem." Irving agreed quickly. He was also very interested in this matter, and he hoped to redeem himself after his previous disgraceful performance.

He then took out paper and pen, wrote down the divination statements, and meditated on them to fall asleep.

This is dream divination, which provides clearer and more specific information compared to pendulum divination or tarot card divination.

Under Cyril's watchful gaze, he quickly completed a divination, saying with a slightly excited expression:

"I saw it. In the Backlund Bridge area, there's a gang that controls an underground casino. They're not very big; they only control the casino and a few bars and hotels around there, but they make a good living."

"They call themselves the Black Wolf Society, and the gang supports one or two extraordinary individuals, but their ranks are not high."

Black Wolf....

Cyril murmured to himself, feeling that the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it before.

After a moment of careful recollection, he finally remembered that he had heard this title at a gathering organized by the old man known as the "Eye of Wisdom," and it was a code name given to him by one of the members.

Is it a coincidence, or is he an extraordinary individual supported by the gang, or even the gang leader?

He paused, then looked at Owen with curiosity and asked, "Such detailed information must go beyond just the results of the divination, right?"

"Um..." The latter nodded somewhat embarrassedly.

"My divination just now only confirmed that Black Wolf is a worthwhile target. He won't pose too much danger to us, and at the same time, we can make a good profit."

"As for the other information, it's what I've collected over this period of time. Don't worry, I've verified it all with divination, so I can guarantee the authenticity of the information."

...No wonder Intis's intelligence agency has many members from secret societies; "diviners" really have an advantage in this regard.

After a moment of quiet reflection, the two chatted for a while longer before Cyril took his leave.

"I need two days to familiarize myself with and adapt to the changes brought about by the potion, and to make some preparations before I can begin."

"No problem." Owen nodded slightly. "I also need to do some more divination to plan a safe time and route for our operation."

.....

After leaving Irving's house, Sirion did not go straight home, but instead went to the Harvest Church on Narcissus Street and met Father Utravsky.

The priest, a small, giant-like figure, sat at the table, diligently wiping the candlesticks. He merely glanced up at Sirion's arrival before looking away.

"You've been promoted. What you need now is to quietly adapt to the changes in your body, not to go out shopping."

He wasn't surprised that Father Utravsky could see through his recent advancement at a glance; anyone extraordinary would be able to discern the spirituality emanating from him at all times.

Well, rookies like Kyrie Irving don't count.

He paused, then looked at the priest who was carefully wiping the candlesticks and said, "I would like to purchase some extraordinary potions with healing effects; of course, poisons would be even better."

Father Utravsky put down his candlestick, turned to look at him, and said earnestly:

"Selling poison is contrary to the doctrine that life is precious."

Cyril nodded happily...which means he can sell healing potions.