touchnovel Chapter 218 As Emperor Roselle once said...
Chapter 218 As Emperor Roselle once said...
Chapter 218 As Emperor Roselle once said...
Klein was also observing Sirion with his spiritual vision, and only asked when Sirion calmly opened his eyes:
"What happened?"
Cyril shook his head: "I was bewitched without even realizing it yesterday."
"Fortunately, the other party was only after my young and handsome body and had no other dangerous intentions."
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Klein raised his hand and touched his chest. This was clearly a very serious topic, but he felt hurt.
After a moment of silence, he said:
"When I observed you above the gray fog yesterday, there were no signs of you being bewitched, at least not intentionally."
"Also, you seemed to be really enjoying yourself this morning."
Cyril paused for a moment, then slightly raised his chin and said:
"As Emperor Roselle once said, 'If you can't resist, then enjoy it!'"
Klein: —
"The Emperor has a worthy successor..."
He paused, then asked curiously, "You don't seem to care about being charmed?"
Cyril nodded calmly: "The main thing is that the other party didn't have any malicious intent, otherwise my spiritual intuition would have given me a warning immediately."
"Moreover, I did not feel any malice or sensory preference towards her after the state of being bewitched disappeared."
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He observed Sirion for a while using his spiritual vision before finally saying:
"If I couldn't see your current state clearly, I would suspect that the allure you possess hasn't been completely cleansed."
He paused, then added, "That's enough. I don't want to hear Russell-esque pronouncements."
"Remember to perform the ritual of praying for blessings, and take all the things piled up here away."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and a deep red light rose up, carrying Sirion's figure away from the palace above the gray mist.
He then waited quietly above the gray fog for two minutes, when the crimson star representing Cyril suddenly expanded, and then a familiar prayer sounded in his ears.
"A fool who doesn't belong to this era..."
"...We pray that you open the gates of your kingdom, that you bestow your blessings."
Klein immediately responded with his spiritual energy, and the surrounding gray mist surged and gathered from the back of the hall, quickly condensing into the shape of a dark blue-black door.
West District, Green Cemetery.
At the request of Owen and Verdu, Lawrence brought them to pay respects to the members of the Abraham family buried here.
After placing the flowers he had brought at the tombstone, Lawrence took a step back and sighed:
"His name is Lauborough, my younger brother from the same mother, who chose to settle in Backlund after the rebellion."
"At first, we corresponded regularly, but in recent years, I haven't received any letters from him, and the letters I sent have all disappeared without a trace."
"I was worried that they might be in trouble, so I came from Intersea County to find him."
"But then I learned that he and his wife had already passed away..."
"I'm actually several years younger than you, Roberto."
Irving listened in silence, then looked helplessly at Verdu beside him, unsure how to offer any words of comfort.
Only after truly coming into contact with the Abraham family and learning about their situation from Verdu and Lawrence did he finally understand the heavy burden of family responsibility and why his father had chosen to run away.
Verdu stepped forward and patted Lawrence on the shoulder:
"For Lauborough, death may not be a bad thing. At least he has completely broken free from the blood curse and no longer has to live in fear."
Let the sadness remain here; we still need to move forward.
"Perhaps we have found the key to completely resolving the problems caused by the bloodline curse."
Lawrence nodded silently, then glanced into the depths of the cemetery and said:
"Wait here for me. I'm going to check on Anlisa. Her grave isn't far from here."
Owen wanted to suggest going together, but Verdu stopped him with a look.
Only after Lawrence's figure disappeared from sight did he finally ask:
"Why don't we go and take a look?"
Verdu pointed to the tombstone in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"He needs some time alone. Did Lawrence ever tell you that, apart from that brother who completely abandoned the responsibilities and honor of the Abraham family and never contacted him again, he has no other relatives left? He came to Backlund so many years after losing contact with Roberto, perhaps because he was afraid that Roberto would eventually also choose to abandon the responsibilities of the Abraham family."
"It was only when he felt his life was nearing its end that he mustered the courage to come looking for Robolo, only to find an old grave."
Irving felt his eyes getting sore, so he lowered his head.
On the other side of the cemetery, when Lawrence arrived at Anlisa's tombstone, there was another person paying their respects.
She was a woman, wearing an elegant black long dress and a black soft hat with a fine checkered mesh draped over her head.
He couldn't see the other person's face from where he was standing, but his "astrologer's" spiritual intuition made him feel that he was familiar with this person, and that this should be someone he had seen before.
After a moment's thought, he remembered the kind lady he had met when he came looking for Roberto and his wife.
...Perhaps, Anlisa ultimately passed on that "apprentice" quality to her.
As his thoughts drifted, he saw the woman who was offering sacrifices to Anlisa stand up straight, close her eyes, and seem to be recalling something.
After a moment, he finally couldn't help but speak up:
"You are such a kind and good person."
"Hmm?" Fors, who was lost in her memories, turned around in surprise and found that Mr. Lawrence from the Abraham family had appeared there at some point, also holding a bouquet of elegant flowers.
...It seems it was just a chance encounter; I probably didn't realize that Mrs. Anlisa had passed on that extraordinary "apprentice" quality to me.
But isn't this chance encounter happening a bit too frequently?
As her thoughts raced, she stepped aside to clear the space in front of the tombstone and said sincerely:
"No, it has nothing to do with kindness or good intentions. It's just that Mrs. Anlisa brought me an unforgettable and warm time after I lost my mother."
"This shows you value friendship," Lawrence said, placing the flowers in front of the tombstone.
He then took two steps back, his azure eyes looking at Fors with gentle calmness.
Fors felt uncomfortable under that gaze and was about to make an excuse to leave when she heard Lawrence's words, which made her somewhat uneasy:
"Let's find a quiet place to talk. Anlisa must have entrusted that thing to you at the end of her life."
"That thing that can turn an ordinary person into an extraordinary one."
Fors' pupils contracted slightly. Before she could think of a way to brush it off, she heard Lawrence say to himself:
"Don't worry, I'm not trying to get it back. Although I don't know you well enough, I trust and respect Anlisa's judgment."
"I just want to learn about it, and incidentally teach you some basic knowledge about the mysterious world."
"Anlisa probably didn't have the chance to teach you these things, so I'll make up for it."
"Without common sense, the mysterious world is quite dangerous for newcomers, especially during the 'apprentice' stage when they lack the necessary skills to deal with danger."
Fors hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "...Okay."
Mr. Lawrence shouldn't be a bad person, nor is he trying to take back my "apprentice" status.
However, I should still find an opportunity to secretly pray to Mr. Fool.
After taking down everything that had been temporarily stored above the gray fog by Klein through a ritual of sacrifice and bestowal, Sirion set up a new ritual using the remaining materials.
The distorted figure in the painting hanging on the wall swayed back and forth with his movements. After he finished setting up the ritual on the floor, it finally couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Great master, what kind of ritual are you setting up?"
Without looking up, Sirion replied, "A ritual for recruiting messengers for myself."
The distorted figure's voice suddenly rose in pitch:
"Messenger? Oh, my great master, what do you think of me?"
"If you would grant me even a little more of your insignificant power, I could break free from the constraints of the painting frame, roam freely in the spirit world, and even infiltrate all the worlds within the paintings. I would be the most suitable messenger for you."
As Sirion gazed at the figure in the painting, who was almost twisting herself into a flower, he sighed silently.
They wouldn't grant me any favors, and I'd rather refuse them outright.
He muttered something to himself, took two steps back, and snapped his fingers lightly.
Puchi~
The three candles placed in the center of the ceremony were instantly lit, their crimson flames flickering.
"Inviting spirits that roam the higher realms, benevolent beings at my command, unique beings willing to become my messengers..."