webnovelvip Chapter 297 Mission
Chapter 297 Mission
Chapter 297 Mission
After the proposal was approved by most of the members, Hermes suddenly turned to look at Sirion: "The political landscape of Fursac and Rune is different, but it is not very meaningful to assassinate another nobleman or minister. If too many high-ranking officials die, these countries will likely react."
"I think the best option is to create conflict from the outside, such as on the island of Sunya."
"There is friction between Rune and Fussack there, and we only need to exacerbate this friction to lay the groundwork for a subsequent war."
...I admit you have a point, but why are you staring at me like that?
Cyril felt a little uneasy under the gaze, sensing that the angel from the "spectator" channel was implying something, but out of politeness, he nodded anyway.
The next second, Hermes said something that sent a chill down his spine: "The arms you intercepted from the 'Deep Sea Admiral's' base is a good starting point."
∑(Is He always watching me, or was this whole thing His arrangement?)
As his thoughts raced, Hermes' words continued to echo in his ears:
"Vice Admiral Hal Constantine belongs to a third party on the island of Sonia, representing the remnants of the elven forces. Bound by blood, they have been secretly developing their power on Sonia."
"Strictly speaking, they can't be considered a third-party force. Pure-blooded elves are rarer than dragons in this era, and there is no well-established resistance army on Sonia Island."
"Only some humans with elven blood, carrying the elven banner, want to become independent."
"In the eyes of both Fussac and Rune, they probably don't even qualify as clowns, but we can infiltrate these people with elven blood and assassinate Fussac and Rune's officers in their name."
"As far as Rune and Fusak are concerned, they will only think that this is a conspiracy by the other side, which will further exacerbate the conflict between them."
Cyril gave Hermes a deep look... This was a premeditated test. I can't believe I thought He was a good person. I must have been influenced by the extraordinary abilities of the "audience".
Composing himself, he said, "But this is not enough to escalate into war; at most, there will be some minor skirmishes."
Hermes smiled, deepening the few wrinkles on his face: "What we need to do now is accumulate the conflicts and then wait for the opportunity to ignite them all."
Cyril nodded slightly and turned to look at Adam at the front.
The latter sat silently in the chair, his hands clasped in front of his chest, appearing to be in devout prayer.
...Is Adam tacitly agreeing to Hermes's proposal? Does this mean I'm not going to be a nobody in the Twilight Hermits' Guild?
He paused, then turned to look at Hermes beside him: "I can try, but I'll need some help."
Hermes smiled and nodded: "You can come to me, or anyone here, to record extraordinary abilities."
Cyril didn't speak. He looked around at everyone present and, seeing that they all nodded in agreement, he sighed inwardly and then said, "I need detailed information about Sonia Island, as well as suitable mission targets."
"Also, can you provide support regarding magical items?"
"King of the Black Seat" Baros suddenly chimed in, "You shouldn't lack magical items."
"Back in Bayam, you were the one who took the remnants of that demigod from the Order of Moss."
Cyril looked at him wistfully: "No, I'm lacking."
...especially magical items with defensive effects and the ability to save lives.
Sitting at the very front, before the giant cross, Adam suddenly spoke: "A substitute doll, and an opportunity to seal a dangerous magical artifact."
"This is a reward for this mission, and you can withdraw it in advance."
He wanted to say that the reward was a bit small, but when he saw the look Adam was giving him, he inexplicably swallowed his words back.
"no problem."
Adam nodded slightly in response, then said, "When you need to record extraordinary abilities, you can call my name in your mind, and I will help you and the members who have the extraordinary abilities you need to enter here."
"Okay." Sirion nodded slightly.
Hermes and other members of the Twilight Hermits then discussed actions to further escalate tensions between nations within the territories of Intis and Fusak.
Cyril remained silent, just like Adam sitting in the front row, a silent spectator.
Hermes and the others discussed the matter quickly, and the sudden gathering of the Twilight Hermits ended in about ten minutes.
Then everyone stood up, bowed to Adam and the huge cross behind Him, and their figures quickly faded away, disappearing into thin air within the Church of Bones.
Looking at the Church of Bones, where only he and Adam were now left, Sirion felt a strange sense of unease.
As he pondered how to break the silence, Adam suddenly spoke up: "Baros will no longer test you, but you need to keep an eye on Hermes yourself; the more you know, the more curious she becomes."
Cyril's eyes flickered for a moment, then he nodded slightly.
...Is this telling me that the incident with Bayam last time was related to Hermes, but that He has already resolved it perfectly?
We still need to keep an eye on Hermes. In other words, the unfortunate "King of the Black Seat" has decided to stop being curious about me and will no longer make any probing moves after being repeatedly beaten up by Bayam.
This doesn't make sense. He's a Sequence 3 "Dream Weaver," unless his memories have been altered and he's been given psychological suggestions.
As he pondered, he saw Adam open his hand, and then a scarecrow the size of a palm, made of straw, twigs, scraps of cloth, and hemp rope, appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"Drop a drop of your blood on it, and it will automatically establish a connection with you, transferring the injury to itself when you suffer a fatal wound."
"Please note that it is only valid for six months and can only be used once."
After Cyril took the palm-sized scarecrow, Adam continued, "Prepare the item you need to seal, and then just call my name."
As Adam finished speaking, Cyril's spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered. A bright but not dazzling light flooded his vision, and at the same time, he felt a sense of weightlessness as he fell.
As the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, he suddenly opened his eyes and abruptly stood up from the chair.
After looking around, he glanced at the stove where the fire had subsided and gently poked his finger.
call!
The crimson flames leaped up, raising the temperature in the room even higher.
He sat back down in his chair and began to chant the name of "The Fool" in a low voice: "The Fool who does not belong to this age, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune."
About half a minute later, a thick gray fog suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
After briefly explaining his needs, Cyril pulled out the drawing depicting a ritual of sacrifice and bestowal, materialized the ritual through his imagination, and then recited again in ancient Hermes: "Fools who do not belong to this age..."
Ugh!
A chilly wind swirled in the room, causing the candle flames, now tinged with gray, to flicker upwards.
In the distorted candlelight, a dark blue-green, creaking, and swaying door appeared.
As gray mist continued to pour out from behind the door, an iron box with a spiritual wall applied to its surface flew out from behind the door and landed precisely in Sirion's hands.
Snapped!
After a crisp snap of the fingers, the ritual of supplication that was taking effect on the floor abruptly disappeared.
The illusory dark blue gate in mid-air lost its support and vanished instantly.
Klein, standing above the gray fog, watched this scene unfold, which was not the first time it had happened, and his lips twitched slightly.
That's the kind of attitude of using something and then throwing it away!
After the ceremony concluded, Sirion dispelled the spiritual barrier and took out the clear crystal ball from the iron box.
After tossing it in his hand twice, he whispered, "Adam..."
Before he could finish speaking, Adam, with his simple and gentle demeanor and dressed in a rather plain white robe, appeared in his field of vision.
Sirion's eyelids twitched. Given how quickly they appeared, he even suspected that they might have arrived much earlier.
Adam said slowly, "I have always had a virtual personality active at sea."
"6
"..." After a moment of awkward silence, Sirien handed over the crystal ball containing an eye: "This is the magical item that needs to be sealed."
After Adam reached out and took it, his pale golden, pure eyes suddenly brightened, and a hazy glow filled the room.
Then a drop of deep, mysterious liquid, seemingly containing a complete soul, appeared out of thin air, fell onto the crystal ball, and quietly merged into it.
Then Cyril saw the specimen-like eye in the crystal ball blink, and compared to before, it seemed to have gained some living characteristics.
Adam then handed him the crystal ball, saying, "I gave it a certain quality of life and wove some humanity into it."
"I think you should have a way to communicate with it properly."
"As for its original negative influences, I've sealed them off to some extent. It still thirsts for knowledge, but this thirst is only satisfied through use. Furthermore, the chance of it being noticed by the Hidden Sage after use has been reduced to a certain probability."
Cyril's eyes widened in surprise: "You can even weave humanity into magical objects and give them a living quality?"
He suddenly thought of Arodes; that's probably where the licking mirror came from, except that it was the original God who brought it to life and gave it humanity.
...It's unclear whether Arodes's wicked character was a human nature deliberately crafted by the primordial God to make him more in line with the divine, or whether it was influenced by the primordial God himself.
As he pondered, he heard Adam's reply: "This is also a kind of fantasy, briefly bringing certain concepts from the astral plane into reality and bringing about real change."
After saying this, Adam looked up at the ceiling, and then his figure quickly faded and disappeared into the air.
Noticing Adam's last glance before leaving, Cyril also looked up at the ceiling above him, where an illusory, boundless gray mist appeared before his eyes.
"6
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After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Adam saw you."
Above the gray fog, Klein sat in the chair belonging to "The Fool," rubbing his forehead.
He knew, of course, that Adam had seen him; he even saw the other man give him a barely perceptible nod.
After Cyril forcibly interrupted the ritual of praying for a gift, the connection established by the light of prayer was not broken, so he heard Cyril calling for Adam.
Out of curiosity, he stayed and watched for a while.