touchnovel Chapter 236 Erlan's Test
Chapter 236 Erlan's Test
Chapter 236 Erlan's Test
Sirion raised an eyebrow slightly. He felt that Captain Ellan was the kind of law enforcer who was stubborn but had a strong sense of responsibility.
He paused, then asked with a smile, "What are the rules?"
"Furthermore, my paintings should not possess any power to seduce, induce, or hypnotize."
Airland frowned, scrutinized him carefully, and then said:
"The rules jointly formulated and followed by the seven major righteous churches and the countries of the Northern Continent stipulate that extraordinary individuals in the mystical world cannot use their abilities to interfere with or influence ordinary people."
"Violators will be arrested by official extraordinary individuals once they are discovered."
"Didn't your teacher, or rather, the person who introduced you to this mysterious world, tell you that the most important thing in this dangerous world is to hide yourself?"
After a slight pause, his gaze shifted to the drawing tools behind Sirion, and his tone suddenly softened:
"Of course, this is at sea, and the official control over wild extraordinary individuals is far less strict than on land. You have also been quite restrained and have not used those strange paintings to greatly influence ordinary people."
"When we return to land, or to a maritime city like Bayam where official power is strong, it is best not to do what we are doing today."
"Otherwise, officials might come knocking on your door at any time to check your gas meter."
Cyril was taken aback by his sudden change in attitude, then nodded and smiled obligingly:
"Okay, I understand. Thank you for reminding me."
"I thought you were here to warn me, or to secretly arrest me after the ship docks."
Airland shook his head slightly: "This is the work of the official extraordinary beings, and I am just a captain who hopes for a smooth voyage."
As he spoke, he took out a gold-cased pocket watch from his pocket, glanced at it, and then smiled and nodded at Sir Ryan:
"I'm sorry to have delayed your meal. Today, the ship's chef has prepared fresh fish fillets, as well as a limited supply of Zunya blood wine. If you're interested in these, you'd better hurry."
"Also, if you have any mystical questions, or if something on the ship gives you a strange feeling, you can come and find me."
Cyril nodded slightly: "Okay."
After a brief conversation, Cyrien and Ellan headed towards the cabin and the front of the deck, respectively.
Back in room 307, Cyril tidied up the room a bit, putting everything back to normal, and then went to the other side of the cabin, randomly choosing a room that was unoccupied all around.
After tidying up a bit, he went to the restaurant and just happened to catch the last limited serving of Sunia Blood Wine.
While eating the fish fillet of an unknown type from his plate, he recalled his conversation with Airan earlier:
His change in attitude just now was a bit abrupt. Did he discover something about me and come to test me?
It could also be due to his personality; he is stubborn, but also understanding and likes to take care of younger people.
They always emphasize the importance of following the rules, whether explicitly or implicitly, and possess a convincing charm, making them highly likely to be exceptional individuals who have achieved success through the "lawyer" or "arbitrator" pathway.
It should be the latter. His spirituality doesn't seem to be only Sequence 9, but he doesn't exhibit the powerful physique of a "barbarian".
So, is he a "sheriff" or an "interrogator," and therefore the White Agate ship falls under his jurisdiction?
No wonder they were so perceptive in noticing I was an illegal immigrant on board; I should have changed ships.
He probably approached me not just for the painting with its slightly strange effect, but also to confirm whether I was a passenger on this ship, which wouldn't be difficult for the "sheriff".
He can remember a person's appearance perfectly once he has seen them in person, in a photograph, or in a sketch.
Although there are quite a few people on this ship, it's still relatively easy to eliminate them by spending some time recalling their information.
That's why his attitude suddenly changed?
Fortunately, I put on a disguise before going out, so even if I get wanted, I can just change my disguise.
As his thoughts drifted, several figures suddenly stood beside his dining table, completely surrounding him.
"We meet again, Mr. Painter."
After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Sirion turned to look at the other person, who was the blonde lady who had booked him to paint earlier.
Besides the boy with the youthful face and the bodyguard from before, she was accompanied by a well-dressed, seemingly very loving middle-aged couple.
He withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and nodded slightly to the other person:
Good evening, Miss Elena.
"The weather is nice tonight, perfect for a portrait, but you'll have to wait a while while I finish my dinner."
Irene smiled and nodded. "Of course, Mr. Randolph, I haven't misremembered your name, have I?"
"No." Sirion shook his head slightly.
The man in the couple seized an opportunity to interject, "Mr. Randolph, would you mind if we stood by and watched?"
"After Elena and Pierre came back, they kept talking to me about your painting that should be displayed in an art museum. I'm also half an Intis, and I've always loved art."
Cyril smiled and nodded: "Of course, if you want to have a family portrait taken, that's fine too."
"A family photo? What's that?" a middle-aged man dressed like a gentleman asked curiously.
The others gathered around also looked on with curiosity.
...Your Majesty, your cultural invasion has even missed some places?
But in Intis's case, it seems understandable, since they themselves may not even know how many illegitimate children they have, whether those illegitimate children are their own, or whether Wen is someone else's illegitimate child.
Composing himself, he explained to the people in front of him:
"It's a group photo or a painting that all family members participate in."
The mature woman, arm in arm with the gentlemanly-dressed middle-aged man, immediately smiled and said:
"This sounds very meaningful. I hope to have a family portrait."
Elena agreed, saying, "I hope so too."
After the two ladies had expressed their opinions, the middle-aged man, without seeking the opinion of a third party, spoke directly:
"Okay, then let's ask Mr. Randolph to paint a family portrait for us."
Cyril nodded: "No problem, you can find a comfortable place to rest, or enjoy the scenery."
"I'll come find you after I finish dinner, bringing my art supplies."
After dismissing the family, he drank the limited supply of Kosunia blood wine for the day, and then continued to enjoy his dinner.
Backlund, south of the bridge.
Ha Wen, who had just returned home from the lab, suddenly paused, his gaze warily fixed on the beautiful figure sitting on the living room sofa.
"It's you...it's you, ma'am."
"How did you end up in my house? I remember locking the front door before I left today."
Ha Wen's questioning words took a sharp 180-degree turn after she clearly saw the person in the living room.
Clarisse leaned back on the sofa, one hand supporting her head, a hint of sadness flickering in her bright gray eyes:
"I came to see Sirion, but he doesn't seem to be home. I don't know where he threw away the gift I gave him, and I can't get in touch with him at all."
"Do you think he doesn't like me, that's why he's avoiding me?"
Ha Wen's throat bobbed, and he subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to touch and cherish the other person, but then he held back and took a step back.
He looked away and said in a somewhat stiff tone:
"Madam, you don't need to worry. He just needed to digest the potion, so he went out to sea."
"I've agreed with him to exchange letters regularly. If you have anything to say, I can pass it on to you."
"Really?" Clarice's eyes lit up as she lingered in sorrow, then dimmed again.
"Never mind, he didn't even come to say goodbye before going to sea, he must hate me and doesn't want to see me."
Ha Wen tried to defend her brother: "No, he probably just forgot for a moment."
Clarisse stood up from the sofa, walked over to him, and asked in a voice that was both soft and firm:
"If it were you, would you forget to say goodbye to me before leaving on a long trip?"
"I...::" Ha Wen suddenly became speechless, not knowing how to answer.
Clarice curled the corners of her lips into a smile, looking as if she had just finished playing a prank. Just as she was about to say something more, her eyes suddenly lit up when she noticed a pumpkin carriage flying through the air outside the window.
She frowned, took two steps back, and her figure silently blended into the mirror formed by the convex window, then disappeared.
A few seconds later, Ha Wen, who had just come to her senses from the allure, stared blankly at the empty living room in front of her, feeling a sense of emptiness in her heart, as if she had lost a loved one.
He frowned, suppressing the strange feeling with reason, then turned around, closed the door, and ran up to the second floor.