webnovelvip Chapter 89 Klein's Commission
Chapter 89 Klein's Commission
Chapter 89 Klein's Commission
As he got out of bed again, Sirion stared blankly at the sunlight streaming through the window. He had just felt the traces of the "Astrologer" potion being digested within his body.
...I didn't take it from anyone. Is it because I guided Triss and House's thoughts and actions that their fates changed?
From this perspective, the act of "astrologers" helping others interpret revelations does not necessarily require them to claim the benefits; the important thing is to guide them and lead them in a positive direction.
If we combine this with the "divineer" role-playing rules summarized by Klein, then the "astrologer" role-playing rules can be roughly derived:
1. Astrology is not a panacea; it is merely a tool to help make choices and should not be relied upon too heavily.
2. Use words and actions to guide others, help them out of their predicaments and confusion, and bring about some changes in their fate. In this process, taking credit is not important, and may even be unnecessary.
3. One must always maintain awe of fate, avoid arrogance and complacency, and not blindly follow one's own interpretations of enlightenment.
"It should be pretty much settled. I can find some time to discuss it with Klein. As a seasoned 'settler,' he should be able to give me some good advice."
As he was talking to himself, a thick gray fog suddenly appeared before his eyes.
"No, do you all get up this early?"
Cyril was speechless; this was probably the busiest morning he'd had since his transmigration.
The surging gray mist paid no heed to his thoughts; as it moved, a deep red light appeared, quickly coalescing into an image of a person sitting on a sofa in prayer.
"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' please convey my message to Mr. 'Fate,' I have something to discuss with him. We'll meet tonight at the Brave Ones Bar on Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge area."
What do you want to discuss with me? I didn't accept any mission to assassinate Ambassador Intis.
Although somewhat puzzled, Sirien did not show it, keeping his head bowed and responding respectfully:
"I understand, Mr. 'Fool,' please tell your friend that I will keep my promise."
As he replied, the surrounding gray fog quickly dissipated, revealing the sun-drenched bedroom once more.
He walked briskly to the window, basking in the morning sunlight and the not-so-fresh air, and sighed softly:
"The weather is really nice today, perfect for salted fish."
In the evening, after a simple dinner, he took a public carriage to the Brave Ones Bar on Iron Gate Street, where he had arranged to meet Klein.
As soon as he entered the bar, he saw Klein sitting in a corner.
Instead of going over immediately, he went to the bar first, ordered a malt beer, looked around, and then pretended not to find any empty seats before going over to share a table with him.
He squinted at Klein and said meaningfully:
"The aura of gray mist emanating from you is far too conspicuous. Haven't you considered trying to conceal it?"
"While Mr. Fool's mark may save you a lot of trouble, it must also pose a danger, right?"
Klein glanced at him from afar, then shook his head: "I can't see it."
I have no idea how to cover it up.
"Perhaps Mr. 'Fool' has ulterior motives."
Cyril casually replied, then changed the subject and asked:
"What do you want from me? We clearly have much more convenient ways to communicate."
Klein didn't hide anything, saying, "I need to act like I'm desperately seeking help and protection to lull anyone who might be secretly watching me into a false sense of security."
"Also, I'd like to ask you to be my bodyguard for a while. It won't involve actual fighting; it's just to keep me in the dark."
You can escape immediately if you encounter danger; you should be very good at that.
"The person who broke into my house and attacked me was the 'executioner' of the Zmanger Party. Behind him is the Ambassador of the Republic of Intis to the Kingdom of Ruen, Beckeran Jean Madan. I am worried that there will be more powerful attacks against me in the future."
Xireen paused in his drinking motion, then looked at him with disbelief.
"Protect you? Does that mean I should go face the previous Sequence 5 'Master of Myriad Puppet'? Even if he might not have any more myriads by then, what's the difference between that and suicide? He only needs one air bullet to take me out."
After a brief silence, he asked, "Why didn't you hire a bodyguard who was better than me?"
Klein gave a bitter laugh: "I sought help at the Extraordinary Gathering, and they told me to find a quiet place to wait for death."
"I also approached an extraordinary individual who could control the undead, but he immediately refused my request after hearing who I had offended."
Cyril: (⊙_；)
What about Miss Sharon, who is so big?
I saw her yesterday. Shouldn't she be short of money right now?
After hesitating for a moment, Sirion nodded in agreement to his request:
"Okay, my commission will depend on the dangerous situation that occurs afterward. Also, I need to retrieve the 'Peacekeeper' weapon during this time."
"Furthermore, if I find that something is beyond my capabilities, I will immediately abandon the commission and leave."
"Of course, I'll get revenge for you afterwards."
Klein's lips twitched slightly. Ignoring the other party's final promise, he nodded and said:
"No problem, thank you."
After a brief silence, he added, "I have already asked Mr. 'Fool' for help, and I have received a response."
After saying that, he took off the gun holster he was carrying and handed it to Sir Ryan.
This was prepared before he arrived; inside was the ornate, high-end-looking pistol, "Peacekeeper."
After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't resist his curiosity and asked:
Why do you call it "Peace Messenger"?
Cyril took the holster, twirled it in his hand, and then hung it on his waist, saying:
"One of its negative effects is that it can make the holder hyperactive and extreme, averse to all fighting, even a little quarrel, and the person carrying it will always be unexpectedly involved in various conflicts."
He paused briefly, then said with a smile, his voice rising slightly, "Don't you think it's like a peacemaker running around stopping fights?"
Stop 3
Physical peace, right?
Klein was speechless, but he finally understood why this guy had been so generous in lending him that powerful magical item.
Having just escaped the mirror world, he found himself embroiled in a battle with the Zmanger Party's "Executioners." If he continues to wield this gun...
It might become the headline news in the Tasok Daily the next day: a gas leak has occurred in a certain place, resulting in casualties.
There is indeed no such thing as generosity or enthusiasm without a reason in this world.
After a moment of internal reflection, Klein decided to skip the topic:
"The bodyguard mission shouldn't last too long. You'll stay by my side for the next few days as my assistant. I'll take care of your accommodation and meals during this time."
"Furthermore, regardless of whether a battle ultimately ensues, I will pay you a reward."
Cyril nodded slightly: "No problem."
More than the reward, he was now concerned about why Miss Sharon hadn't asked Klein to take on the bodyguard job.
Miss Sharon is not short of money, or perhaps it's just not the right time yet?
Gathering his scattered thoughts, he finished the drink in his glass in a few gulps, and then, as a newly hired bodyguard, followed Klein back to 15 Minsk Street.
On the second floor, in the room that had been temporarily set up next to Klein's, Sirion leaned against the window, holding a perfectly round glass (crossed out) crystal ball in his hand.
He squinted, his gaze unfocused, the crystal ball in his hand gleaming, reflecting abstract celestial symbols.
A moment later, the shimmering light in the crystal ball dissipated, and it returned to being an ordinary, transparent sphere.
"You're in astrology?"
At the doorway, Klein watched this scene with curiosity, and only after the spiritual fluctuations on Sirion's body disappeared did he speak up to ask.
Cyril casually slipped the crystal ball into his pocket, turned, and nodded slightly to Klein standing at the door.
"Well, my astrology skills are better than those of the average 'astrologer,' so I want to see if I can get some insights directly through divination."
Klein, curious, pressed on, "How did it go?"
Cyril glanced back at the quiet night outside the window and said in a deep voice, "There are lurking watchers, but there is no danger at the moment."
"As for anything more, that's beyond what a Sequence 7 'astrologer' like me can discern."
Klein nodded slightly, then said seemingly casually, "After all, it's not a 'monster' path based on fate."
Cyril tilted his head slightly. He sensed the probing in Klein's words, but didn't care. He went along with what Klein was saying:
"Destiny is not the same as possession. Extraordinary individuals on the 'Monster' path never rely on possession, nor do they need to. They can directly receive revelation from destiny, which is more like prophecy; they are the darlings of destiny."
"However, fate itself is unpredictable, so even those extraordinary individuals who have passed the 'Monster' pathway can only gain some vague revelations from fate without any apparent reason."
Klein listened attentively, then asked, "You're very knowledgeable about the 'Monster' pathway?"
Cyril nodded slightly: "After all, it's the most special of the twenty-two extraordinary paths. Isn't it normal to want to learn about it out of curiosity?"
Before Klein could ask further, he continued:
"Of the twenty-two extraordinary paths, the 'Monster' path is the only one without any adjacent paths."
"Like an unsung bystander, a lonely guardian."