Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 26 The Diviner

32 Wildy Street, South of the Bridge, Irving's home.

At this moment, Irving was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold. He kept glancing at the clock on the wall and then at the direction of the door, his expression both expectant and eager.

"It's already past 11 o'clock, why aren't they here yet? Could something have happened?"

"You believe I'll get into trouble, but you don't believe I'll abscond with the money?" Sirion said as he walked out of the restaurant.

Irving jumped up from the sofa, nearly dropping his cold coffee, and after recognizing who it was, he said with a resentful look:

"Couldn't you have used the main entrance? Or at least made some noise beforehand?"

Cyril raised an eyebrow at him: "I was home alone, and in the middle of the night, I suddenly heard rustling sounds coming from the corner, and then something unseen approached step by step..."

"Stop, don't say anymore!"

Irving quickly interrupted him; in the dim light, his face appeared slightly pale.

"You really have a talent for telling scary stories, but don't do it in the middle of the night, and especially not to me."

"I live alone. If I get scared, there will be no one to share my fear."

Cyril nodded noncommittally, took a metal box from his pocket, and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

"Have you prepared the other materials?"

"If you feel you are ready, you can now try concocting a potion and then consume it to advance your level."

Irving licked his slightly dry lips: "Of course, I went out to buy materials as soon as you came during the day."

After saying that, he turned around and took out a clean glass from the cabinet behind him, along with pre-prepared pure water, night-blooming jasmine juice, mint, and other ingredients.

Sirion also opened the metal box on the coffee table and took out a test tube containing a pale blue liquid and a small bag of clear blue crystals.

These are the main ingredients of the "Diviner's" potion: the blood of the Lava Octopus and a star crystal.

After pushing the two sets of materials over, he casually asked, "Would you like to do it yourself, or should I help you mix them?"

Irving immediately nodded: "Of course I'll do it myself, that's what makes it feel special."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Keep an eye on things for me, and call me if anything goes wrong."

After Cyril nodded, Owen took the glass and carefully put each ingredient into it, adding just the right amount, and gently swirled it a couple of times.

A few breaths later, all the ingredients mixed together and turned into a cup of viscous, dark blue liquid.

Cyril offered a fair assessment: "In terms of appearance, this is much more appetizing than the 'Apprentice' potion."

"Hehe, I think so too, and I really like the ability to do divination."

Irving chuckled twice, then brought the glass to his lips and downed the dark blue liquid in one gulp.

The next second, he froze on the spot, his expression suddenly turning painful, and he could no longer hold the glass in his hand, which fell to the ground.

pat!

The glass shattered instantly, leaving shards scattered all over the floor.

Cyril took two steps back, his gaze fixed on Owen. The other man's reaction was a bit too much; he even wondered if he was going to fail to advance again.

"It's not a full moon yet, so it shouldn't be that bad."

"It can't be that the 'diviner' method caused Mr. 'Door's' dissatisfaction. Even if he is dissatisfied, he can't interfere with reality."

As he whispered, he saw clusters of pale flesh sprouting on Owen's face, waving in the wind. At the same time, flesh on his body was constantly tearing open, faintly glowing with starlight and crimson, as if new organs were about to grow.

"Ah...no...don't say it..."

"...Help...help me...uh..."

With his flesh and blood constantly being torn apart, Irving covered the sides of his head with his hands, making difficult, intermittent sounds, as if his body and mind were suffering unimaginable torment at the same time.

Cyril watched helplessly, unable to think of any way to help the other party.

Should we ask Adam for help?

Let's wait a bit longer. If it really doesn't work, we can call him again. Anyway, such a short name won't waste any time. After all, it's not easy to owe him a favor.

As his thoughts drifted, Owen, who was lying on the sofa struggling in pain, gradually slowed his movements and noises, and the bulging flesh on his body visibly shrank back.

Half a minute later, Irving, now back to normal, collapsed onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, his chest heaving violently.

After a long pause, he finally uttered his first words: "I succeeded."

Sirion nodded in response, "Congratulations, from now on you are a true 'fortune teller'."

"The rules for playing the role of a 'diviner' are mainly twofold: First, help others interpret revelations and guide them in a positive direction, always maintain reverence for fate, and avoid arrogance and self-importance, as well as blindly believing in one's own interpretations."

"Secondly, we cannot rely entirely on divination; divination is not a panacea."

Irving gave a strained smile: "This is kind of like what I told you before, you can't be stubborn, you can't be arrogant..."

Cyril sat back down on the sofa, looking him over as he replied, "They are adjacent pathways, so whether it's playing by the rules or extraordinary abilities, there will be overlaps."

"Why don't you rest quietly for a while?"

"Hmm." Owen nodded slightly, then closed his eyes.

A few seconds later, he couldn't help but speak again: "The bloodline curse is more terrifying than I imagined. It's all thanks to you for stopping me from taking the potion during the full moon, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, I should have become a magical item or an extraordinary property by now, right?"

Yes, the master key, a very useful and magical item.

Muttering to himself, Sirion casually said, "During the brief period of advancement after consuming a potion, one experiences a temporary surge in spirituality and inspiration, which is why the so-called bloodline curse on you erupted."

"Once you adapt to and recover from the changes brought about by the potion, everything will return to normal, unless you advance to the next level, or encounter a full moon, or similar changes that can foster spirituality and enhance inspiration."

"Try to avoid conflict with vampires. They have a sequence called 'Crimson Scholars' who can artificially create full moons."

Irving looked up at him, surprised, astonished, and worried: "A full moon can be artificially created?"

Cyril nodded slightly: "The sequence 0 of that path is called 'The Moon'."

"Do you know Lilith, the progenitor of the vampires? She once occupied this position. If she wanted, she could make every day a blood moon, let the power of yin ravage the earth, and let the spirit world interact with reality for a long time."

"Um...?"

Xireen suddenly stopped talking and turned to look at the window behind him, which was covered by curtains. Just a moment ago, he felt as if someone was watching him.

Lilith? Isn't that a bit too sensitive? I was just saying it offhand.

Well, nothing should happen until the "Earth Mother Goddess" reveals her identity, but we should try to avoid mentioning these names in the future.

Turning around, he saw Owen looking at him curiously: "What's wrong?"

He shook his head: "It's nothing. I just suddenly realized that the progenitor of the vampires doesn't seem to have completely perished. He still responds to the prayers of the vampires from time to time. I can't just casually mention these names anymore. Danger is everywhere in the mysterious world."

Irving nodded in agreement, then asked other questions:

"After taking the potion, I gained a lot of occult knowledge, but more importantly, I experienced physical and mental enhancements. I can now 'see' things that are blocked and still 'hear' faint footsteps."

"There is no complete knowledge about astrology, divination, or similar methods."

"Potions only give you the qualifications and ability to learn this knowledge; the rest you need to rely on."

Cyril shrugged, unsurprised, and then pointed to the bookshelf behind Owen, which was filled with books.

Irving's lips twitched slightly: "I'm starting to regret it. Actually, being an 'apprentice' was pretty good; the skills were simple and straightforward."

Cyril: "Have you forgotten that it has a sequence called 'Astrologers'?"

Irving: .....

"I'd better just focus on studying. Once I've fully mastered divination, we can go rob the rich to help the poor."

Cyril chuckled and nodded: "Then I'll wait for your good news."

"I need to come up with a stable way to make money during this time. I'm graduating soon, and I guess my family's allowance will have to stop then."