Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 17 An Exquisite Dinner

After obtaining the desired revelation from the Crystal Ball of Destiny, Cyril pulled Owen directly to the nearest wall. A faint blue light flashed by, and the two disappeared into the street.

Soon, lights came on in rows of houses around the neighborhood, and angry shouts and curses could be heard coming from inside.

Clearly, walking through the wall avoided some attention and crowds, but not completely.

However, the homeowners who were alerted would at most assume that a thief had broken into their homes, and would not have imagined that someone was using their houses as a street for casual passage.

In a dark corner untouched by streetlights, a fleeting blue light appeared, and Cyril and Owen emerged directly from the wall beside them.

Both of them were a little out of breath; traveling in a straight line had not been easy for them.

"I'm exhausted, it felt like I was running for my life."

"The population density in the East District is too high. Apart from the washrooms, there is nowhere they cannot live. It is impossible to move quickly without being noticed."

Owen, standing to the side, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and wholeheartedly agreed. He thought about the living rooms filled with makeshift beds, the bedrooms filled with bunk beds, and even the hallways of some houses that were occupied by beds and makeshift beds, leaving them with nowhere to put their feet several times.

For an ordinary person, the journey was quite thrilling. Some of those who discovered them only cursed them, while others pulled out knives or even guns they were carrying.

After catching his breath, he suddenly sighed, "No wonder you were so reluctant to use your extraordinary abilities to travel before. This time, you were just unlucky and ended up being someone's target."

Cyril paused for a moment. He hadn't used his extraordinary abilities to travel before simply because the distance from the south to the east of the bridge was too far. If he could teleport, he definitely wouldn't have chosen the carriage.

He paused, then sighed casually, echoing the other person's words: "It can only be said that sometimes extraordinary abilities can be defeated by reality."

Irving nodded, then asked, "Where do we go next?"

Cyril pointed to a house in front of him where a faint light was still shining through the glass windows:

"We've reached Blood Axe Gang territory. The rest is simple: try to bypass their guards and then loot the place."

"Note this: we're here to loot, not to fight the gang. Even if we're discovered, try not to confront them head-on. This fragile 'apprentice' of mine can't withstand the punches of the highlanders."

Irving reached up and touched his side, saying in a deep voice, "I brought a gun."

"You think the other party doesn't?" Sirion countered, pausing for two seconds before adding:

"Moreover, firearms are too noisy. Once they are fired, everyone around here will be alerted, and even if we can walk through the walls, we may not be able to leave safely."

As he spoke, he walked straight to the corner of the house in front, listened intently to the sounds coming from inside for a while, and then placed one hand on the brickwork outside the wall.

Beneath his palm, a deep blue light rippled out like water, forming a blurry door without any tangible substance, through which the two passed without any hindrance.

The next second, the two figures appeared in the dark kitchen, which was a mess, covered in grease and food scraps, as if no one had ever cleaned it.

Irving quickly glanced around, then frowned slightly. "This is too chaotic. Aren't the people on the plateau worried about bacterial infections or food poisoning from food prepared in this kind of kitchen?"

Cyril frowned as well, not because of the dirty and messy environment, but because he felt watched and attracted; there seemed to be something very tempting in the house watching him.

Was it an unexpected event brought about by the crystal ball of fate? It seems that it's best to use this kind of divination with side effects sparingly, as one unexpected event might exceed one's ability to cope.

Composing himself, he looked around the kitchen and said thoughtfully, "The grease is still fresh, and there's no smell of decay in the air. This kitchen has obviously only become like this in the last few days."

"The revelation from the crystal ball points to the upper floor of this house, which should be the Blood Axe Gang's storage room. But be careful, judging from the lights and sounds, there are still people awake in this room."

Irving patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'm prepared. Whether they're asleep or not, I can make them sleep soundly."

As he spoke, he pulled a grayish-white bone talisman from his pocket.

"This is a slumber spell, which puts a single creature or a creature within a certain range into a deep slumber."

"If the target of the sleep is not specified, the effect can cover a room, but it will be weakened. However, it is enough to deal with ordinary people. Without external interference, they can sleep peacefully until tomorrow morning or noon."

"good."

Cyril gave Owen an appreciative look. For dealing with ordinary people, this kind of spell that creates an area of ​​effect is the most suitable, and it won't reveal too many extraordinary traces or attract the attention of official extraordinary beings.

As he pondered, he reached into his left coat pocket, where he found two slumber charms identical to those in Owen's hand, from the gathering of the "Eye of Wisdom."

Unfortunately, he couldn't buy a gun. Those who attended the party did have a way to get guns and special bullets, but they would have to wait until the next party.

At the kitchen door, Sirien pressed his head against the back of the door, listened for a while to make sure no one was outside, and then reached out to grasp the doorknob before gently twisting his wrist.

Click~

The locked door was opened with ease; the so-called lock seemed to have no effect on him.

There were no lights in the dining room outside the kitchen, only the dim light of the fireplace burning against the wall, which barely illuminated half of the dining room.

Someone had thrown some random stuff into the fireplace, and the air in the entire restaurant was filled with a burnt smell.

Irving, despite wearing a mask, couldn't help but frown: "It stinks. Are the living conditions in the mob this bad these days?"

Cyril remained silent, somewhat agitated. The feeling of being watched in the shadows made him inexplicably uneasy, yet he didn't want to leave. The thing was alluring and seemed very important to him, and his spiritual intuition didn't sense any danger around him.

Irving suddenly walked past him and strode quickly to the center of the restaurant: "What a lavish dinner! Are these highlanders entertaining some distinguished guest?"

"It looks like it hasn't been touched yet. Shall we eat something? I'm a little hungry."

As he spoke, his throat suddenly moved, making a gurgling sound as he swallowed.

Following the sound, Sirius looked over and saw Owen standing with shining eyes in front of the long table in the center of the dining room. Before him lay an exquisite and lavish dinner: red wine, roast goose, roast meat, toast, dessert...

As he looked around, Cyril suddenly felt a pang of hunger in his stomach. It had only been about two hours since he had eaten dinner, and normally he should still be full.

Thinking of this, his sudden appetite vanished instantly, like a bubble that had been popped.

Although the sudden surge of appetite disappeared, Sirion was not happy about it. Even he, who was slow to realize, realized that the appetite just now was abnormal, and the food on the table was also abnormal.

As his attention focused, the exquisite and abundant dinner on the table suddenly seemed thin, physically thin.

Although it was still exquisite, it gave him an extremely unreal feeling, as if... as if it were painted on.

While he was pondering, Owen had already reached for the chicken leg in front of him. He was so hungry, and all the ingredients here were high-end. Even when his parents were still alive, he had never had such a sumptuous dinner.

I'll just eat a little bit, just a little bit...

Anyway, this food belongs to the gang, and they must have bought it with money they stole from others. I'm confiscating their ill-gotten gains.

He mentally prepared himself while taking a big bite of the chicken leg in his hand.

Snapped!

The chicken leg in his hand was knocked away, and he bit his thumb, squinting in pain, forgetting even his unbearable hunger.

Sirion looked at him seriously: "Don't eat it, it's all fake."

"But I'm really hungry."

Owen looked resentfully at his empty hand, now bearing a row of teeth marks. Thinking about the taste just now, he licked his lips... It actually tasted pretty good. Should I bite myself again?