SWDnovel Chapter 346 The Discovery of Erdfana
Chapter 346 The Discovery of Erdfana
Chapter 346 The Discovery of Erdfana
Backlund, at the Audra family's estate.
A group of vampire bats, existing between reality and illusion, flapped their wings and flew into the hall of the manor villa.
The vampire bats gathered in the center of the hall, transforming into a thick, solidifying black mist, which then reformed into a tall, slender figure.
He wore a long trench coat that was black on the outside and red on the inside, adorned with dark red gemstones, over a white shirt with lace trim. His hair was light-colored, almost silver, and his eyes were bright red, as if they held blood.
Upon seeing this, Casimi, who had been waiting in the hall, quickly came forward: "Count Mistral, your grandfather is waiting for you in the basement."
"Um."
Mistral nodded slightly, and then, led by Kasimi, arrived at the basement where Nibais was sleeping.
Before the iron-black coffin placed in the center of the basement, Mistral said in a somber tone, "Emlyn has obtained the three portions of the vampire's extraordinary properties he spoke of, and they're in his own bedroom."
"The little guy carefully set up the spiritual wall, but he seems to have forgotten that it is very problematic to conjure something out of thin air without contact with anyone else."
"He took the things to the Harvest Church and should be here tonight."
"I went into his bedroom and saw that for a long time, no other person or creature had been inside, so those characteristics weren't there beforehand."
"Hmm...it's also possible that some non-living being placed the item in his bedroom beforehand, or that he has a way to remove his own scent, just like me."
"However, I'm more inclined to believe it's the Fool," had already responded to him.
After a brief pause, he asked, "What do we do next?"
Nibais's somewhat hoarse voice came from inside the coffin: "Once Emlyn brings the item with its characteristics, I will send it to Duke Full Moon. We will make further plans after confirming its origin."
"If we can find it, the vampires will join the hunt; if we can't, then we'll continue trading."
"The ability to recycle what belongs to the Moon for a few gold pounds, increasing the number of new vampires, is a very worthwhile thing for us, isn't it?"
"Of course, we will appropriately increase the weight of the transactions in order to obtain more and higher sequence characteristics."
Mistral nodded seriously: "I will continue to keep an eye on Emlyn."
"However, I suspect he has a special way of communicating with the organization that believes in 'the Fool,' but following him like this won't reveal any valuable information."
Inside the coffin, Nibais's voice was remarkably calm, even tinged with a hint of amusement: "Isn't finding nothing a kind of discovery in itself?"
"Furthermore, this is also a form of protection for Emlyn; after all, he represents us vampires."
Bayam, the Azure Wind Inn.
Cyril sat in an armchair by the fireplace, holding a sketchbook and charcoal pencil, sketching Danitz's past experiences as if they were a drawing book.
Suddenly, his spirit was stirred, and he saw a stack of bound letters on the small round table in front of him.
Then Erdfana's voice echoed in his ear: "That 'Iceberg General' has something related to dragons in his collection, a very ancient book. You can try to trade it for yourself."
"The Grossell Travelogue? How did you find it?"
Cyril looked up in surprise, but did not see Erdfana.
The other person's voice, almost a soliloquy, continued to echo in his ears: "The Grosser Travelogue, huh..."
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"I seem to have some recollection of this book; perhaps I've seen it in someone's dream before."
"That book must have been written by a dragon, most likely an ancient dragon, and it's worth studying."
Instead of explaining about "The Travels of Grosser," he asked with some surprise, "With your abilities, it shouldn't have been difficult for you to either take it directly or study it quietly on the ship, right?"
Erdfana scoffed, "I felt Helabogen's gaze on her."
"Hmph, that dragon that betrayed the dragon must have noticed, or foreseen, my existence. Leaving such obvious traces of its gaze was to warn me."
"As early as the Second Age, He was the most outstanding sage and prophet among the dragons, and after ascending to the throne of God, He will only become more outstanding in this regard."
Sensing the complex emotions in the other person's words, Cyril asked curiously, "Do you two not get along, or do you dislike Him?"
After a moment of silence, Erdfana's voice rang out again: "It's not that I hate it, I just don't really like His choice back then."
"As one of the few dragons with reason and wisdom, my relationship with Him was quite good during the Second Age."
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"Although I don't like his choice, he did a good job later on by betraying the ancient sun god."
"That madman, whose resurrection plan was interrupted, ultimately became the true creator."
Although you spoke calmly, I could still sense some personal grudges involved.
He immediately gathered his thoughts and changed the subject, asking, "What did you learn from 'The Travels of Grosser'?"
"Some familiar scents," Erdfana replied calmly, then asked, "You seem to know a lot about this book. What's it about?"
Cyril hadn't expected to fool an angel who was merely a spectator. He stated straightforwardly, "Hmm...it's from the work of the Imaginary Dragon, Angorvid. It contains a world within a book. We can go inside and take a look next time we go aboard the Golden Dream."
Erdfana's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "A backup plan for resurrection? No wonder Hrabergen didn't want me to touch that book."
"I wonder what this deep-thinking dragon is thinking."
He paused, then added, "Remember to call me next time you go on the 'Golden Dream'."
Cyril: "Okay."
After he answered, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the astrologer's spiritual intuition told him that Erdfana had left.
"I remember in 'The Travels of Grosser' the world was sealed with the Imaginary Dragon." Will Erdfana, with his corrupted personality detached from himself and carrying the pollution of the "Chaotic Sea," really be okay entering it?
"Never mind, there's always Hera... well, the goddess of knowledge and wisdom." Since She foresaw it, she must have made preparations.
"I have a feeling that I'll soon see the last three Elder Dragons and achieve the title of Elder Dragon Collector."
He muttered to himself for a moment, then turned his gaze to the stack of letters bound together by "Iceberg General" Edwina.
This is the knowledge that Edwina had compiled after studying the demon corpse, as promised.
The pale yellow letter paper was covered with neat and beautiful handwriting, using many professional terms and jargon. After reading it for a while, Xi Ruien felt sleepy, like a slacker reading a top student's thesis.
"As expected, I'm not a research-oriented person."
He muttered something, got up from the armchair, took the picture book, walked to the wall behind him, placed his hand on the wall, and then passed through it without hindrance.
In the other room, Danitz, sensing the movement behind him, reflexively jumped up from his armchair, spilling the wine in his glass due to the sudden movement.
Snapped!
Cyril snapped his fingers, and the spilled liquor flowed back into the glasses.
Upon recognizing the person who had suddenly barged into the room, Danitz, though furious, asked, "How did you get in?"
Cyril glanced behind him: "Go through walls."
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After a moment of silence, he broke the silence, saying, "Your captain just sent me a letter. I'm planning to reply. Do you need me to pass on your message?"
Danitz's eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief: "Bullshit, why would the captain write to you?"
Cyril didn't answer, but instead waved the sketchbook in his hand: "Since you have no other requests, I'll add your previous last words."
Danitz paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant and pointed to the sketchbook in his hand, asking, "You plan to send this drawing as a reply to the captain?"
Cyril nodded: "Of course, I'm someone who likes to share."
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...Sharing some bullshit!
Danitz gritted his teeth: "No! I disagree."
"No, the Golden Dream hasn't even docked yet, how can you send these things to our captain?"
"You're planning to go to the 'Golden Dream' yourself? Could you take me with you?"
Cyril glanced at him and calmly uttered a single word: "Messenger."
What kind of messenger can deliver messages across the sea? It's not like it's a mystery, well, maybe it is a mystery messenger.
I remember the captain saying before that, apart from special means, only those of high rank can recruit their own occult messengers.
No wonder he has a bounty of over 4 gold pounds; he knows more tricks than the captain.
After a pause, gathering his thoughts, he smiled obsequiously and said, "Um, could we discuss this? Could you not include my last words?"
"If all else fails, I'll slightly alter the content of the drawing, ideally highlighting my bravery and fearlessness in the face of sacrifice."
"May I?"
Cyril shook his head: "That's a different price."
Danitz gritted his teeth: "How much?"
Sir Ryan: "3000 pounds."
You bastard, why didn't you just say you wanted my head?
After mentally grumbling, he slumped back into his armchair, dejected. "Then please pass on a message to the captain. I want to tell him that 'Blood Admiral' has his eye on that key."
"The 'Blood Admiral' pirate crew has seven ships, and their overall strength is superior to ours. If we are caught off guard, we will definitely be at a disadvantage."
"By the way, this is free, right?"
Cyril nodded and picked up a pen from the desk next to him: "You tell me, I'll write."
After adding the message that Danitz needed to convey to "Lieutenant General Iceberg," he took out his harmonica used to summon messengers, brought it to his lips, infused it with spirituality, and blew it forcefully.
After a few seconds of silence, Erdfana quietly appeared in the room.
Cyril tore a few sheets of paper from the sketchbook and handed them to the other person, saying, "Send these to 'Iceberg General' for me. You can still locate her, right?"
Erdfana chuckled and nodded: "Of course, I'm very interested in that 'Travels of Grosser,' and I left my mental coordinates on her ship from the very beginning."
After Erdfana left, Danitz, who had been in a daze, finally realized what was happening.
"What just happened? Why do I feel like I've had amnesia for a while?"
Cyril shrugged. "I guess my messenger didn't want you to remember him."
shit!
Danitz, unable to utter a word of anger, turned his head and glared at the floor beneath his feet.
After a moment of silence, the door suddenly opened, and Gehrman Sparrow walked in.
His gaze swept over Cyril and Danitz before he silently walked to the fireplace, letting the warmth wash away the chill clinging to him.
After pondering Gehrman Sparrow's manner of speaking for a moment, he looked at Cyril and asked, "Hunter Steel" McVitie, and the Blood Admiral behind him, what are your thoughts?"
Cyril: "The Hanged Man."
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...The Hanged Man?
Mr. "The Hanged Man"? He's also in Bayam, and can he even help with this?
Klein glanced at Cyril with some surprise, nodded slightly, and then moved on from the topic.
There's also Danitz here, but it's not appropriate to discuss anything related to Tarot.
"Don't you want to hunt steel?" McVitie's question.
Cyril shook his head: "I've already caused a stir in Bayam, and given what happened on the White Agate, Ellan certainly won't keep it a secret, nor can they. The officials here probably guessed that I'm back in Bayam."
"If I dare to show my face at this moment, that Aquaman will definitely send me a lightning-fast gift."
"I don't care, I'm definitely faster than 'Aquaman' anyway, as for you guys..."
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After a moment of silence, Danitz chuckled twice: "Dealing with a small-time pirate like 'Steel' doesn't require a big shot like you to get involved. Leave it to me..."
"Just bring Gehrman."
Cyril raised an eyebrow: "Remember to call me, I can be your audience."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the wall. A faint blue light spread out, and he passed through the wall without any hindrance, returning to his room next door.
Danitz let out a long sigh and slumped into his armchair: "He's a vile and terrifying guy, worse than a cold-blooded madman like Gehrman."
After he finished speaking, he turned around warily, only to find that Gehrman had already left and the bedroom door had slammed shut.
He pursed his lips and continued to lie back in his armchair, leisurely drinking his wine.
Above the gray fog, inside what appears to be an age-old palace.
Klein sat in the high-backed chair belonging to the "Fool," manifesting a dummy "world" where the other person pretended to pray in the dim environment.
"Great Fool," sir, I intend to hunt "Steel" Maviti in Bayam and require some cooperation. May I ask you for a hint?
After finishing his prayer, he threw the message into the deep red star that symbolized the "Hanged Man".