Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 102 Week 1

Chapter 102 Monday

"From the unknowable sublimity, you are the gateway to dimensions, you are the embodiment of art and fantasy."

"Please allow your faithful follower to report on his progress..."

In a hazy state, Cyril heard a familiar prayer. His spirit spontaneously began to ascend along this connection, entering a higher dimension where he could overlook the world.

Soon, his mind stabilized, hovering above the dimension, like a detached observer.

He then looked down, following the echoing prayers in his ears, and saw House praying devoutly in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

Cyril: (Blood)

Did the mirror in the bathroom save the galaxy? Why do you all like to stand in front of the mirror and pray?

As his gaze fell upon him, House, standing in front of the mirror, couldn't help but be momentarily aroused, but quickly regained his composure, though his hands, clasped together in front of his chest, were still trembling slightly with excitement.

Even across dimensions, Sirion could clearly hear the heavy breathing. He even wondered if the other person might faint from high blood pressure due to excessive excitement.

Taking a deep breath and controlling his emotions, House spoke in a hoarse voice:

"My Lord, I have joined the Mechanical Heart team as you instructed and am participating in the investigation of the serial murder case. Today..."

I finally managed to guide those foolish cultists in my squad to focus the killer's objective on the Extraordinary's ritual.

"My proposal was approved by most people, but those foolish fellows are unaware of the ritual of 'Yao the Demon's' ascension to the position of apostle of desire, and I still need to provide further guidance."

"Within the church of the 'Steam' evil god, most of the information related to demons is kept highly confidential. Information concerning ascension rites is only accessible to high-ranking deacons. I need a suitable opportunity to expose this information, and then I will attribute the source to the 'Hidden Sage.'"

"This evil god has always enjoyed imparting knowledge to extraordinary individuals who follow the 'Secret Seeker' pathway, although most of it is of little use, but occasionally, when luck is on their side, they may acquire some truly useful occult knowledge."

"My Lord, are you satisfied with the progress of my mission?"

"Steam" evil god, foolish believer...you've gone a bit against the natural order.

He mentally muttered a complaint, then tilted his chin slightly and replied leisurely:

"Well done."

Upon hearing the answer he had been expecting, House immediately broke into an exaggerated smile and replied with fervor:

"All things are in accordance with Your will, O Lord."

"Praise be to you, from the unknowable sublimity; extol you, the gateway to dimensions..."

Seeing that House had nothing else to say, Cyril decisively pulled himself away from the conversation, even though it was nice to hear others flatter him.

But excessive praise can be a bit awkward.

In the blink of an eye, his spirit departed from the dimension overlooking all things and returned to his own body.

He glanced at the dim light outside the window, turned over, and went back to sleep.

I slept until the sky outside was bright, when I was woken up by Thomas the Tank Engine bursting into the house.

...When will this kind of life ever end?

Disturbed from her sleep but with nowhere to protest, Cyril reached out and ruffled Thomas's neatly styled short blond hair.

Thomas, whose hair had been ruined, stared at him in disbelief. A few seconds later, he staggered out of the room.

He was going to find Uncle Harvin and accuse Uncle Sirion of his crimes!

After spending the morning playing with Thomas at home, Cyril handed Thomas over to Haven before 3 p.m. and then hid in the attic on the third floor.

After Irving's "Joker" moment here, he discovered that the third-floor attic was actually a good hiding place.

It's quiet enough here, and neither Harvin, Thomas Jr., nor his servants usually come up here.

Cyril found a clean chair and sat down, looking at the pocket watch in his hand.

When the clock struck three in the afternoon, a gray-white mist suddenly filled his vision, and at the same time, an invisible force came from the depths of the gray mist, trying to pull his spirit away from his body.

Sirien suppressed his instinct to resist and yielded to the pull, rising above the gray fog.

This time, figures appeared at the very top and bottom of the mottled long table in the ancient palace, as well as on both sides.

Cyril looked thoughtfully at the "world" that had appeared for the first time at the Tarot meeting. His real vision had failed him; he couldn't see through the mannequin, only vaguely sensing its stiffness, lack of life, and unlike any living being.

Noticing Cyril's gaze, Klein immediately manipulated the dummy "World" to return his cold stare.

...What a strong sense of being spied on! This guy is too bold. He doesn't take me, the "fool," seriously at all. He's actually spying on the new member right in front of me.

Klein's thoughts suddenly wandered, as he pondered how to give Cyril a good talking-to so that he would develop enough respect for "The Fool".

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

"Good afternoon, Mr. 'The Hanged Man,' good afternoon..."

"Justice," Audrey's clear voice greeted each member of the Tarot gathering, until she turned and saw "The World" at the far end of the weathered long table. Her words suddenly stopped; her wandering thoughts were interrupted by Miss "Justice's" greeting. Klein temporarily abandoned his thoughts on the matter, leaned back in his chair, and said leisurely:

"This is the newest member, Mr. 'World'."

Good afternoon, Mr. World.

"Justice" Audrey greeted the new member politely, while also giving him a curious look.

...His face didn't show much expression, and he rarely moved his body. He seemed to be a man with reserved emotions. I wonder where he came from.

Directly opposite her, Alger the Hanged Man was also observing the new member, but he didn't observe for very long.

After a brief silence, he turned to look at the "Fool" at the head of the table and bowed slightly in greeting:

"Mr. 'Fool,' this is another six pages of the diary. I'll give you the last page next time."

"Can."

Klein nodded slightly, then helped Alger, the "Hanged Man," materialize the six pages of the diary he had memorized, and made them appear directly in his hands.

Seeing that this week's diary had been submitted, Alger, the "Hanged Man," turned to look at Cyril and asked with a hint of curiosity:

Do you need to collect diaries that are older than a certain period of time?

Cyril paused for a moment, then belatedly realized that he seemed to have forgotten about this matter.

Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man have given Mr. Fool the diary that he has already read, but he has not yet held a ceremony to ask Mr. Fool for a gift.

...It's all because I was too busy in the days following the tarot reading last week, and Klein didn't remind me.

At the head of the long, weathered table, "The Fool" Klein, who was reading Russell's diary, was also thinking about the diaries he had piled up in the junkyard.

Last week coincided with the peak of my detective work, and the following days I was accompanied by a bodyguard, which was indeed inconvenient. More importantly, this guy didn't take the initiative to hold any rituals to ask for blessings throughout the week.

After a two-second silence, Cyril nodded slightly to Alger, the "Hanged Man," and said:

"Yes, I plan to collect some of Russell's diaries and read them to someone later."

...Someone? Wait, read on?

"Justice!" Audrey was the first to react, exclaiming in astonishment, "..."

"Mr. Fate, you also recognize this cipher created by Emperor Roselle?"

Only after she finished speaking did she realize that it was Mr. Fool's reading time, and that it was really impolite of her to speak so loudly.

Thinking of this, she quickly looked at the head of the weathered long table, and bowed to apologize to the "Fool" who was looking at her.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fool, I got too excited just now."

"It's nothing," Klein replied calmly, then continued reading Russell's diary, though he was slightly distracted by the others.

Alger, the "Hanged Man," still provided a lot of useful information in his diary this time, but he was also very curious about how Cyril would explain his ability to understand Russell's diary.

But because of Miss Justice's recklessness, no one spoke during Mr. Fool's reading time. The hall was so quiet that even the sound of Mr. Fool turning the pages of his diary could be clearly heard.

Because of the silence and lack of communication, the Tarot group members present could only focus their attention on Mr. Fool, albeit subtly, from the corner of their eyes.

They then discovered a problem: the "patient's" gaze lingered on a certain page of his diary for too long.