booktalesy Chapter 379 Full Moon and Newcomers
Chapter 379 Full Moon and Newcomers
Chapter 379 Full Moon and Newcomers
I think raising a rabbit like this would be quite fun.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when his spirituality suddenly trembled, as if reminding him that this was not a good idea.
Should we introduce this unique Knowledge Rabbit to someone else as a messenger?
After waiting for two seconds, his spirituality remained unmoved, so he said to the rabbit of knowledge in front of him, "I know someone who has collected many books and loves to delve into knowledge."
"If you're interested, I can introduce you to them."
"You're not talking about yourself, are you?" The Rabbit of Knowledge looked at him with some suspicion.
Cyril shook his head slightly: "Do I look like someone who enjoys studying knowledge?"
"You seem like the kind of student who likes to skip class when the teacher isn't looking."
The rabbit of knowledge, holding a book, slightly turned its head away, giving the impression that a good student in the class looks down on a bad student.
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I retract my assessment that this rabbit is very interesting.
He paused, then steered the conversation back on track: "Would you like to meet my friend?"
"If you act as her messenger, you will not only be able to access many books, but you will also be able to consult a learned scholar at any time."
The Rabbit of Knowledge's eyes lit up noticeably. "Is she really a learned scholar?"
"Of course, she's not far from here. I can take you to see her in person."
The Rabbit of Knowledge, clad in a long robe, glanced at "Red Light" El Moria, who stood not far away, neither participating nor interrupting their conversation, and nodded thoughtfully: "Alright."
Cyril curled the corners of his lips... It's quite interesting to develop a rabbit cosplaying as the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" into a messenger for the devout followers of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom".
It's a pity that the Seven Gods no longer use human forms, otherwise it would be even more interesting.
As his thoughts drifted, he reached out and gently pushed the void beside him, and a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols instantly took shape.
On the foredeck of the "Golden Dream," Klein took out a piece of brown parchment that he had prepared beforehand and signed his name with the messenger, with whom he had just reached an agreement.
Then a ghastly green flame ignited on the parchment, turning it to ashes before the group's eyes.
The four heads the messenger was carrying blinked simultaneously, their forms quickly becoming ethereal and transparent.
The next second, her movements stopped abruptly, and all four heads turned to look at the right side of the ship.
At the ship's side, Cyril led the Rabbit of Knowledge out of the illusory gate.
Upon seeing the messenger lady carrying four heads, the Knowledge Rabbit following behind her instinctively covered its ears.
After finding that there were no more shrieks around, it calmly moved its hand away.
The four blond, red-eyed heads that the messenger was carrying nodded slightly to Sirion, then their figures became ethereal again and shrank back into the spiritual rift stretched out by the pale candlelight.
After the messenger who had just signed the contract left, Klein looked at Cyril in surprise: "You two know each other?"
"I don't know her. Maybe I'm just popular." A hint of doubt flashed in Sirien's eyes. He was also a little surprised that the messenger girl had suddenly stopped and nodded at him.
He paused, putting the question aside for the moment, and led the Rabbit of Knowledge toward Edwina: "This is a spirit creature I just met, a Rabbit of Knowledge who loves to pursue knowledge. I think you two should get along well, so I brought it out to introduce it to you."
A look of surprise flashed across Edwina's face, before she curiously examined the rather unique-looking Knowledge Rabbit.
"I have studied the Rabbit of Knowledge. They are a kind of friendly and knowledge-loving spirit creature, but they are relatively weak."
"This one is much larger than any of the Knowledge Rabbits I've seen before, and its body is more solid. It must be a Knowledge Rabbit that has mutated after being exposed to some special knowledge."
"Such knowledge rabbits are very rare even in the spirit world, because much special knowledge is inherently dangerous and cannot be withstood by weak knowledge rabbits."
The Rabbit of Knowledge was not offended by her words; on the contrary, it nodded in agreement: "You're right. I've tried to share knowledge with my kind before, but they simply couldn't understand it."
It sighed in a convincing manner, pointed at Cyril, and said, "He said you have a large collection of books and are a learned scholar?"
Edwina nodded and replied, "I do have a considerable collection of books, but in terms of erudition, I think I'm more like a scholar seeking knowledge."
The Rabbit of Knowledge pondered for a moment and nodded, then continued, "If I become your messenger, can I read books here and ask you questions?"
Edwina smiled and said, "Of course, sharing and spreading knowledge is the very doctrine of my Lord."
"Okay, let's sign the contract then!"
The Rabbit of Knowledge immediately tore a blank page from the book it was holding, and then took out a white quill pen from its white robe, quickly writing down lines of Old Fussac words.
Cyril was a little stunned by the rapid progress... Why did I feel like I was just a tool to introduce them?
Edwina was in a great mood after unexpectedly acquiring a messenger. She took the Knowledge Rabbit, with whom she had just signed a contract, back to the captain's cabin and opened her library for the rabbit to choose from.
"Space on the ship is limited, so only some of my books are stored here. Feel free to choose any you like."
"If you don't find what you're looking for here, you can tell me the name of the book or what you'd like to see, and I can write it down from memory when I have time."
The Knowledge Rabbit, who had already pounced on the bookshelf, nodded with immense satisfaction: "That's enough. These books will keep me occupied for a long time."
Boom!Boom!
Edwina glanced at Danitz, who was standing in the doorway, knocking and looking around, and nodded slightly. "Come in. What can I do for you?"
Having received permission, Danitz quickly went inside, closing the captain's cabin door behind him.
"Captain, I think it's a bit dangerous to leave those two guys on the 'Golden Dream' like this."
"We should get to shore as soon as possible and let them disembark on their own."
Edwina frowned. "They probably don't mean any harm."
"But they were so unlucky, they were practically cursed by fate."
Danitz couldn't help but complain about his exaggerated experience from the White Onyx to the Bayam...
"I feel that all the major events that have happened in a year, no, several years combined, don't compare to what I've experienced in the past two weeks."
"And the moment they boarded the ship, we ran into 'King of the Five Seas,' Nast, and his Black Emperor. That was incredibly bad luck."
Edwina finally frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "I will seriously consider the question you raised."
At night, a crimson full moon hangs high in the sky, casting a tranquil veil over the deep blue, almost black sea.
"It's a full moon again."
Klein swallowed the last bite of food, glanced at the moonlight outside the window, sighed, and quickly got up and returned to his room.
In Backlund, in a room with its doors and windows tightly shut, Lawrence sat upright in front of a wall adorned with strange paintings.
The scroll depicts a pattern composed of layered, illusory doors and eyes surrounded by multiple lines.
He clasped his hands together, rested them on his chin, and said in a deep voice, "From the unknowable sublimity, you are the gateway to dimensions, you are the embodiment of art and fantasy."
"Your faithful followers pray for your safety during tonight's full moon."
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After he repeated it twice, his vision suddenly went dark, and starlight flickered faintly around him, outlining a magnificent and vast figure.
At the same time, similar things happened to all members of the Abraham family in Backlund.
Some people remained calm and composed, but could not hide their excitement. However, many more were so shocked and excited that they forgot their prayers. After regaining their senses, they prayed even more sincerely.
Inside the "hotel," Sirien could clearly sense the emotional shifts within each of the illusory stars.
Regardless of their previous complex emotions, whether doubtful or wary, the Abrahams who prayed to him for protection at this moment were exceptionally sincere.
Through the prayer lights, Sirion discovered that many of them showed a tendency to become devout believers.
Cyril leaned back in his high-backed chair, his attention drawn back to the glittering flame burning quietly in his hand.
"This Planeswalker skill came at just the right time; otherwise, handling so many Abraham prayers simultaneously would have been a significant problem for me."
"Even gathering them all together in Backlund to respond to their prayers and offer them refuge would be an extremely demanding task."
After whispering for a while, he turned his attention to the prayer light that represented Tobias and sent a message to it.
Backlund, Tobias, who was sipping his drink, paused as a blurry figure appeared before him, seated atop a constellation of stars, and a grand, layered sound echoed in his ears.
"To gather information about Butis, the Mysterious Saint of the Aurora Society, you can seek assistance from members of the Abraham family."
After the scene before him disappeared, he earnestly praised the "Silver Key" once more before pondering the meaning of what he had just heard.
"Is the 'Mysterious Saint' Butis also connected to the Abrahamic family?"
"Is this the start of pushing that proxy to become a demigod?"
"So that means that little guy is already a traveler," he said. "His promotion was as easy as me drinking alcohol. Is this divine grace?"
He muttered a few words, got up from his seat, glanced at the crimson full moon outside the window, and then sat down again.
"Those Abrahams should still be avoiding the full moon's ramblings at this time, and probably don't have time to pay attention to me."
After taking a sip of his drink, he began to think about where to start investigating "The Mysterious Saint" Butis.
Although he felt it would be tedious, he did not reject the task; he needed to demonstrate his value and ability to that great being.
Even if I can't become a conqueror, returning to the ranks of the "weather sorcerers" is still a very necessary thing.
Above the gray fog, inside an ancient palace that resembled the dwelling of giants.
Klein estimated the end of the full moon and sent "The Magician" Fors away from the space above the gray fog.
He glanced around the empty hall and couldn't help but yawn.
Having sat atop the gray fog for so long, he was quite sleepy, but in order to maintain the image of "Mr. Fool," he could only force himself to stay awake and talk to "Ms. Magician."
Just as he was about to return to reality, he suddenly saw a phantom crimson star begin to shine in the depths of the boundless gray fog.
It expands and contracts at times, radiating a watery luster.
This is a deep red "star" that does not belong to any member of the Tarot Club.
"Are there others, like the moon, who have been fooled into reciting the name of the Foolish One?"
As he whispered, his spirituality reached out to the ever-expanding and contracting crimson star, and he saw the message it contained:
It was a black-haired woman dressed in a classical robe, lying on the floor, writhing in pain.
In the blurry vision, Klein saw her flesh cracking and shrinking inward, as if eyeballs were about to grow from it...
Above this almost out-of-control scene, a pair of cold, ruthless, eyelash-less, almost transparent eyes indifferently gaze at everything.
"A hidden sage?!"
Klein exclaimed in surprise, then raised his hand and summoned the "Scepter of Poseidon" from the pile of junk, as well as the fist-sized, heart-shaped "Manipulator" extraordinary ability, and held it in his hand.
The former is his most effective means of attack, while the latter allows him to forcibly leverage some of his power by utilizing the suppression of the space above the gray fog, which can also soothe his mind.
But after careful observation, he discovered that the influence on the black-haired woman came from the depths of her spirit, specifically from her mental body.
The way Miss "Somewhat Like a Magician" reacted when the full moon ate her words...
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"Luckily I didn't just throw down a few lightning bolts, otherwise I would have done more harm than good."
After speaking to himself, he directly chose to pull the person into the space above the gray fog, which was the simplest way to solve the other person's problem.
As for whether the other party deserves assistance, and whether there was malicious intent...
This was not a problem for him, who possessed the "Scepter of the Sea God" and a demigod-level attribute.
Although it's unclear what level of extraordinary being this black-haired woman is, it's safe to assume she's not yet a demigod.
Soon, an unfamiliar figure appeared on the right side of the mottled long table, sitting in a chair that did not belong to any member of the Tarot Club.
Cattleya blinked blankly, suddenly relieved from the extreme pain, and was still a little dazed.
She subconsciously glanced around and realized she was in a magnificent palace with a towering dome. Below her was an endless expanse of gray mist, and at the head of the mottled long table sat a mysterious figure shrouded in the gray mist.
After gathering her thoughts, she looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist and asked vaguely, "Is this the underworld?"
"I think there's a big difference between here and that space where there's only death and decay."
Cattleya was momentarily stunned; the other person's leisurely tone made her feel as if she had arrived in a place even more mysterious than the legendary underworld.
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