strictlysupreme Chapter 345 Their Respective Development
Chapter 345 Their Respective Development
Chapter 345 Their Respective Development
Silver City, the Berg family.
Upon receiving the prompting from Mr. Fool, Derrick immediately performed a ritual to request blessings, retrieving the extraordinary materials from Mr. Moon and the magical items from Mr. Fate.
After examining it curiously for a while, he stored away the fruit that emitted a faint golden light, like a warm "sun," and the brass-colored ring separately.
"Prepare for your advancement first, and await fate." The other magical item promised by the master will be delivered to the companions who hunted vampires before.
He muttered something and sat directly on the edge of the bed to adjust his state through meditation.
A few minutes later, Derrick opened his eyes again and clasped his hands together in a prayer-like gesture.
After a brief delay, a warm and clear light shone down, making the room brighter, as if illuminated by a series of lightning bolts.
He then took out all the prepared materials, carefully determined the quantities, and poured them all into a glass container.
There are no volcanoes near Silver City, nor is there any ability to produce lava; this material was provided by the "Hanged Man."
This was not an extraordinary material rich in spiritual energy, so Alger only asked the "Sun" for some information about the history of Silver City and the monsters in the surrounding area.
"Mr. 'The Hanged Man' is a really good person."
As he muttered to himself, the ingredients in the cup had completely melted and blended together, becoming a golden-yellow liquid with a scalding temperature.
Call ~
He let out a long breath, brought the cup to his lips, and drank it down in one gulp.
Derrick only had time to put down the cup in his hand before he fell into a daze.
His skin became transparent, and it seemed as if golden light was flowing inside, which continued to spread outward, covering him with a golden coat.
A minute or two later, Derrick suddenly snapped out of his daze, reached out and braced himself on the edge of the table, panting heavily.
The radiance surrounding him faded rapidly, and his skin lost its transparency. Only his eyes turned golden, as if they contained two miniature suns.
In this state, he gained the ability to see in the dark.
Then he raised his hand, and instantly, golden, illusory flames, radiating the majestic aura of the sun, burst into the room.
After the flames disappeared, a sacred, clear, brilliant, and pure warm light descended from the sky.
After experiencing the extraordinary abilities of the "Sun Priest," Derrick focused his attention on the changes within himself.
"My physical condition has been strengthened again, and I have gained considerable resistance to disease and harsh environments."
"In addition, my magical and priestly abilities in the realms of the sun and the divine have been greatly enhanced, and my mind has been filled with a great deal of knowledge about divine magic."
Compared to my "Light-Praying Person" stage, I am now stronger and more well-rounded.
Inside the Hall family's luxurious villa in Backlund.
Having her own private laboratory, Audrey took out all the materials she had just collected over the past two days and excitedly yet restrainedly began to concoct the "psychiatrist's" potion.
Having learned from her previous experiences, she quickly mastered the preparation and poured the slightly golden liquid into a pre-prepared glass bottle.
The liquid rippled gently within the container, like a deformed, enormous pupil, its gaze able to penetrate the pupil of everyone's heart.
call...
Composing herself, she tilted her head back and drank the "psychologist" potion.
The cool liquid slid down the mouth into the esophagus and was then absorbed by the body.
Her hearing suddenly expanded, allowing her to hear the sounds of the entire castle and manor, and to sense the hearts and consciousness of everyone.
On the other side of the bridge, in the southern district, at the home of Xi Ruien.
Two identical Cyrians, dressed somewhat differently, stood facing each other. One of them suddenly became ethereal and transparent, merging into the body of the other like an invisible ghost.
After retrieving the clone, Sirien rubbed his brow, processing the memories and emotions the clone had accumulated over the past period.
Sigh... There's a sense of mental disconnect, as if I've become two people, doing different things at the same time.
I should do less of this kind of thing where I separate and then reclaim my identity. I'm not an "audience member," and I don't have that much in-depth knowledge or control over my own mind. Doing this too often can easily lead to a split personality.
However, the "Recorder" has digested some of the potion, which increases his confidence in completely digesting the potion in the Roseside Islands in the coming period.
After gathering his thoughts, he turned to look at Erdfana, who was standing quietly to the side, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you feeling better now?"
Erdfana shook his head slightly: "The difference between bad and worse."
"However, I can accept your contamination again to establish a new balance where I can liberate more of myself."
"it is good."
After nodding slightly, he took out the crystal ball that contained a single azure eye and held it against his chest.
The crystal ball suddenly became dazzling, and the reflection of a pure white and noble swan was seen in its azure eye.
At the same time, pure white, ethereal feathers began to condense on Sirion's back.
They intertwined closely, forming a pair of broad, thick, pure white wings.
The mystery reappears: "The Ugly Duckling"!
This was the earliest knowledge of the mysterious resurrection spell given by Bernadette. After a long period of study, the crystal ball, which was brought to life by Adam, finally learned it.
Beneath the wings, Cyril's figure transformed into a humanoid form, composed of countless transparent, thin, membrane-like wings, and layered, ever-changing, colorful starlight.
At the feet of Erdfana to the side, the shadow suddenly deepened, rippling outwards in concentric circles.
Within the shadows that seemed to encompass all colors, the figure of a giant dragon with a gray-white, lizard-like face that exuded a distinct sense of age emerged.
It seems to be a collection of all the dark sides of Erdfana, filled with all kinds of extreme and negative emotions.
After a brief appearance, it disintegrated into pure darkness, causing the shadow beneath Erdfana's feet to boil and surge upwards.
But soon these surging shadows were blocked by the dazzling starlight overflowing from them, gradually sliding down and eventually becoming ordinary shadows stuck to the floor.
A few breaths later, the pure white wings created by the "Ugly Duckling" disappeared, and Cyril's figure returned to normal.
As he looked around, he noticed that the shadow beneath Erdfana's feet was much darker than that of a normal person, carrying a chilling feeling, as if some terrifying monster was lurking within.
Noticing his gaze, Erdfana chuckled and said, "The 'audience' is the least likely way to lose control because we can constantly soothe ourselves, stripping away, suppressing, and clearing away those negative thoughts that don't belong to us."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully. "But the 'audience' is also the easiest way to lose control."
Erdfana nodded slightly: "The world of the mind is profound and dangerous, even to an ancient dragon like me who has lived for thousands of years."
After exchanging words for a while, Erdfana transformed into a gray-white dragon and sank into the mental world, disappearing from sight.
After watching Erdfana leave, Cyril gently shook his right hand holding the crystal ball, and bright, warm sunlight immediately shone down, condensing into a golden carriage.
After he boarded the carriage, the carriage once again transformed into brilliant sunlight and disappeared into the room.
In Harvin's laboratory in the St. George district, a sudden burst of brilliant sunlight illuminated the previously cluttered and dimly lit space, making it bright and golden.
When the light faded, Cyril's figure appeared out of thin air in the laboratory.
Burke Griffin stood there dumbfounded. After finally recognizing Sir Ryan, he instinctively said, "Harvin went to the Academy to see Mr. Mormont."
Cyril smiled at the stunned look on Burke Griffin's face and calmly said, "I've come to you, Mr. Craftsman."
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After a brief silence, Bock composed himself, his expression turning calm and rational.
"When did you find out?"
"At the beginning."
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After a half-second silence, he asked again, "Then why are you only contacting me now?"
Cyril shrugged. "Because I didn't need to craft magical items before, but I do now, and you're the only craftsman I know who doesn't belong to the Church."
What are your pricing standards?
After a moment of silent hesitation, Bock said seriously, "For items from Sequence 9 to Sequence 7, I will only charge 10% of the material value."
"Sequence 6 requires 15%, and Sequence 5 also requires 15%, but I cannot guarantee the specific effects. There may be a strong negative impact or the extraordinary effects may be weak."
"As for materials above Sequence 5, I have no way to help them."
"No problem." Cyril nodded, then took out all the extraordinary traits he had prepared in advance.
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Bock's expression froze for a moment, his throat bobbed slightly, and he took a half step back, cold sweat seeping from his back beneath his clothes.
His perception of his boss's older brother changed from a somewhat handsome ordinary person to a mysterious extraordinary being, and now to a terrifying, ruthless, mysterious extraordinary being.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he said in a somewhat unease, "You...you're going to turn all these properties into magical items?"
Cyril nodded: "Yes, there are two types of compensation: cash, or you can choose one of these features."
"Punishment Knight" and "Fallen Angel" won't work; they've already been reserved.
"Okay." Burke nodded quickly, then couldn't help but ask, "Is all of this what you caught at sea?"
Cyril raised an eyebrow and countered, "So, you also want to go to sea and become an adventurer?"
Bock shook his head with a wry smile: "I think I'll pass. I won't gain any combat abilities until Sequence 5 or later on this path."
"On the perilous sea, I can only become the prey of other adventurers."
He paused, then added very seriously, "I was a craftsman trained by a secret organization, but I chose to leave because of ideological differences. I came to Backlund to escape their pursuit."
"I didn't want to stay in a place like the East District all day, so I changed my identity and found myself a formal job."
"If you feel that my presence in Harvin's lab would pose a danger to him, I am free to leave at any time."
...A secret organization, ideological differences? Isn't that defection?
Composing himself, he asked curiously, "The Morse Order?"
Bock nodded without hiding anything: "Yes."
"They're all lunatics, even those who seem normal are just deeply madmen in disguise."
"Because of my extraordinary means, I was less affected by the Hidden Sages, and during one of their conflicts with the Dawn of the Elements, I found an opportunity to leave the Morse Ascetic Order."
Inside a hotel called "Azure Wind" in the dock area of Bayam, the "City of Generosity".
Countless tiny starlight flew out from the void, quickly outlining the shape of an illusory door, and then Cyrion stepped out from behind the door.
As soon as he appeared, eyes in the room turned to him.
He glanced at the wall behind him, then at Klein sitting by the fireplace looking over, and shook his head awkwardly, saying, "Uh, the positioning was a little off."
Lacking the spatial awareness of a "traveler," some errors are inevitable when entering and exiting the spirit world.
Klein maintained Gehrman's cool demeanor and casually said, "You weren't here last night."
"I went back to Backlund." Cyril nodded slightly.
He wasn't surprised that Klein could discover his departure; "diviners" were a highly intuitive practice, and he hadn't hidden anything from him.
After a moment of silence, as Sirion reached out to press his hand against the wall, intending to return to the next room, Klein suddenly asked, "Do you know about the key to the Death Treasure that 'Iceberg Admiral' obtained?"
Cyril stopped what he was doing, turned around, nodded, and said, "I know, I saw it on the 'Golden Dream' before."
"What, you also believe that it's the key to unlocking Death's treasure?"
Klein shook his head immediately: "I don't believe it."
"Even if there really is a treasure of death, then the so-called key should be something special or perhaps even a descendant of death like Mr. Azik."
"A real key, it's not mysterious at all."
...In a way, Mr. Azik is indeed the key to unlocking the treasure left behind by Death; to be precise, he himself is part of that treasure.
After letting his thoughts wander for a moment, he chuckled and said, "Indeed, judging from the size of that key, it must belong to a giant."
"The giants of the past were not active in the northern and southern continents, so they would not have left treasures in these places. Normally, it would be a useless key, but there are always some fools who think they are clever."
As soon as he finished speaking, a blurry, pale blue door with no tangible substance suddenly appeared beneath his hand, which was pressed against the wall.
Then he passed through the dark blue door as if through a curtain of water.
After he passed through, the blurry gate disappeared as if it had never existed at all.
"What a convenient ability! If only the 'wriggling hunger' could herd a traveler."
Muttering something under his breath, Klein rose from his armchair, grabbed his top hat and cane, and went out.
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