Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 47: Purpose

At night in the hospital, Haven, who had just returned from a party, replaced Beth, who still needed to take care of little Thomas.

"You... never mind, just get some rest. You've had a pretty unlucky day too."

With a sigh, Ha Wen sat down on a chair beside the hospital bed, head bowed in thought, lost in thought.

The silence in the room was broken when Irving returned to the hospital with the treatment.

As he handed over the potion, he complained to Sir Ryan, "You didn't even tell me what it was like inside the Harvest Church!"

"At first I thought I had gone to the wrong church, then I thought the priest had some strange hobby, and finally I had to persuade the special 'pharmacist' locked in the basement to prepare medicine to treat my injuries."

"Oh, by the way, there's nothing wrong with the potion; I've already done a divination."

Cyril glanced at Harvin, and seeing that he didn't react, he took the potion Owen offered.

"What did he ask for?"

Owen curled his lip: "You'll have to figure out a way to get that intimidating priest to let him out from behind the door."

"Also, you can't delay. You must complete this task as soon as your injuries have healed. I have already sworn an oath for you under the holy emblem of the 'Earth Mother Goddess'."

"Can this be replaced?" Sirion looked at him with some surprise.

The latter shrugged: "Anyway, the priest knows what the situation is."

He paused, glanced at Ha Wen who was sitting in a chair deep in thought, and then said:

"Since someone is taking care of you, I'll go home and study first. The final exams are in a few days, so I need to study extra hard these next few days."

"I still think the method of guessing the answer by throwing an eraser during the exam suits you better."

He muttered something under his breath, nodded slightly, and watched the other person leave.

After Irving left, Harvin, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke up: "Is that an extraordinary potion you have?"

"Is the request from that special 'pharmacist' your friend mentioned very complicated?"

"If fulfilling his request is too troublesome, you can give up this potion. Mr. Portland has mentioned the mysterious world to me before, and he may be able to produce such an extraordinary potion."

Cyril instinctively asked, "So you were spacing out just now because you were thinking about whether to ask Mr. Portland for a special potion that can heal your injuries?"

Haven nodded slightly: "More or less. Before Beth left, she told me that the wound on your side might leave lasting effects."

After a brief silence, he said earnestly, "Thank you."

Harvin frowned, seemingly unaccustomed to Sirion's sudden politeness.

He pursed his lips slightly and changed the subject: "Mr. Portland said that the world of extraordinary beings is dangerous. This danger comes not only from the outside, but also from the extraordinary beings themselves, and may even affect those around them."

"That's why I hesitated when he told me to think it over, and I haven't given him an answer yet."

Cyril suddenly fell silent. He thought of old Phil. If it weren't for knowing him and having a direct relationship with him, he wouldn't have become a tool for Zoira to get close to him and would have died at her hands without knowing why.

Although Zoira was the one who killed old Phil, he felt he also bore half the responsibility; if he hadn't known him, he might have been able to enjoy his old age in peace.

...When I read books before, I thought the Law of Convergence of Extraordinary Characteristics was really cool, but now that it's actually happening to me, I can understand how damn frustrating it is. There's no escaping it, no one can stay out of it.

As his thoughts drifted, he suddenly felt a sense of inner peace, his surging emotions were soothed, and his tense mind was relaxed.

Coming to his senses, he quickly looked around. It was clear that an "audience" had "comforted" him, calming his mind and emotions.

While he wouldn't lose control over something just because of a random thought, the accumulation of too many negative emotions can indeed significantly impact the mental state of an extraordinary person.

As he looked around, a warm, aged voice suddenly rang out in his heart: "No need to look anymore. I was just a passerby who happened to be passing through your spiritual world. I saw a little tide and casually smoothed it out."

"The worst thing for an extraordinary person is to fall into self-doubt."

The echoing voice in his heart gradually faded, as if the speaker was rapidly moving away from him.

...It wasn't Adam?

...However, it just so happened to pass through my inner world at this moment, which was a deliberate and undisguised coincidence.

As he pondered, a hand with distinct knuckles waved in front of his eyes: "Cirien, what are you thinking about? I've called you several times and you haven't responded."

"Hmm, I was wondering how you were able to resist the temptation to become an extraordinary being."

Cyril hesitated slightly and gave a random reason.

Harvin chuckled and shook his head: "If it's really as dangerous as Mr. Portland says, then it's hardly a temptation."

"I am not a fan of the mysticism like you. I am more interested in technology and mechanics than the mysticism."

"Furthermore, Mr. Portland mentioned that while most extraordinary individuals possess amazing abilities, they are not considered powerful and can still be killed by blades and bullets."

Cyril tilted his head, seemingly without any problem, but...

"Didn't Mr. Portland tell you that the path he recommended belonged to the 'God of Steam and Machinery,' which could greatly enhance an extraordinary person's talent in the mechanical field?"

Havin's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief: "Really...really?"

Cyril shrugged. "Otherwise, why do you think all the technical talent is in the church of the 'God of Steam and Machinery'?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ha Wen had already gotten up from his chair and walked towards the door of the ward.

"You stay in your room and rest. I'm going to find Mr. Portland."

Cyril watched Havin's hurried figure, speechless... No, where did your composure go?

He looked away, opened the potion Owen had brought, drank half of it, and poured the other half onto his wound.

Soon, he felt a slight heat and itching from the wound on his body. Curious, he lifted the gauze on his shoulder and saw the flesh and blood at the wound visibly wriggling and growing.

"This potion concocted by Emlyn is extraordinary; its effects are surprisingly good."

"To show sincerity? No, it's more likely so that I can fulfill my promise and rescue him from the basement of the Harvest Church as soon as possible."

"Wouldn't it be considered a kind of salvation to be volunteering under Father Utravsky? After all, I did leave the basement and could still stay in my ancestor's church every day."

He muttered a few words under his breath, pulled the blanket over himself, and fell into a deep sleep.

...

The next day, he was woken up early by the sound of the door being pushed open, and Owen rushed into the ward.

Cyril looked at him curiously: "You don't have class today either?"

Irving casually pulled up a chair and sat down, saying with a very serious expression:

"I think you're right. As a qualified 'fortune teller,' I should use divination to get answers during exams, rather than studying hard in the time before the exams."

"By the way, how much longer will you be staying in the hospital?"

Cyril: .....

Qualified "fortune tellers" are not troubled by exams; they are a group of learned people.

He mentally grumbled to himself, then sat up in bed, stretched, and said:

"I'll be discharged today."

Irving asked hesitantly, "You were seriously injured and hospitalized yesterday, and you're being discharged today. Won't that arouse suspicion?"

Cyril shook his head: "There have always been suspicions, but nothing will happen."

"The people of Mechanical Heart must already know that you brought me the potion from the Harvest Church, but the 'Earth Mother Goddess' Church is also a legitimate church and belongs to the proper channels."

"I met Archbishop Horamik yesterday. His identity as an Extraordinary can probably't be hidden for long, but I am a believer in the 'God of Steam and Machinery.' In addition, given the connection with the Harvest Church that you exposed, I at least won't be locked up in the church's underground."

"At most, I'll be subject to some monitoring, or they might just absorb me into the Mechanical Heart Squad."

Owen Teng jumped up from his chair, a belated glint of wisdom flashing in his wide eyes:

"I...you, so yesterday you so openly let me go to the Harvest Church to buy medicine from Father Utravsky, actually to show it to the people secretly monitoring...protecting you?"

"Is the purpose to reveal that you have a close relationship with the Church of the True God, and are not a dangerous, wild extraordinary being?"