booktalesy Chapter 50: Azik's Report
Chapter 50: Azik's Report
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
He mentally added a sound effect to the process of Zilingus's flesh falling off piece by piece.
After all, they were members of the same organization and had met once. Considering that the other party was about to die, he decided to forgive the other party's rash attack on him.
If Mr. Azik doesn't mind, he would also like to receive the other party's inheritance.
In just two or three seconds, Qilingus's clothes rotted away, his flesh fell off, leaving only his bones.
With a cracking sound, the remaining bones also fell apart, along with the decaying clothes that fell into fragments, breaking into even smaller pieces.
Amidst the rotting chunks of flesh, stark white bone fragments, and tattered cloth, a jelly-like substance with a deep blue interior, seemingly enveloping a small whirlwind, was exposed.
The extraordinary characteristics emanating from Zilingus seemed to have accelerated the release and aggregation of his traits due to this abnormal manner of death.
Cyril's gaze was inevitably drawn to the radiance. If the broken mirror shards weren't insufficient for him to open a "door" out, he might even have reached out and caught that extraordinary property, grabbing it and running away.
After all, Mr. Azik probably wouldn't care about such a small thing.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw the figure in tuxedo and top hat in mid-air glance at him.
A polite, gentle, yet extremely imposing gaze fell upon him, and Cyril stiffened and nodded slightly.
He could clearly sense that, unlike the gaze that Zilingus had sensed peeping through the shards of the mirror, Mr. Azik had seen him very clearly.
The next second, vibrant and intense colors emerged from the dark, illusory, and unreal world in the mirror. He saw strangely shaped, transparent spirits floating around him, and a radiant light perched at the very top, seemingly containing boundless knowledge.
"The spirit world?" Sirion murmured unconsciously.
Although he had never seen or been to the spirit world, the seven tranquil, flowing rays of light above his head, each a different color and containing countless pieces of knowledge, were far too conspicuous and distinctive.
Azik, dressed in a black tuxedo and wearing a top hat, appeared silently before him.
Azir raised his hand to adjust the top hat on his head, and nodded gently to Sir Ryan with a mild expression:
"Yes, this is the spirit world."
"You seemed surprised when you saw me, the kind of surprise that comes from recognizing me, so I pulled you over to ask you something."
"Don't worry, I'm just asking some questions. Your friend is still stuck in the mirror world. I'll send you back after I'm done asking."
Cyril's face remained stiff as he smiled and nodded at the other party. Even an amnesiac big shot was still a big shot; he had no intention of resisting whatsoever, instead his thoughts kept wandering:
Was it an accident, or was this treasure hunt arranged so that I would meet Mr. Azik today?
But... Adam doesn't need the uniqueness of Death, so could this be part of his collaboration with the "Goddess of Night"?
Or perhaps He wants to disrupt the "Goddess of Night's" plans. Once the goddess is preoccupied with her own affairs, He will inevitably pay less attention to Klein, at which point Amon will have an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
A series of thoughts flashed through Sirion's mind as he considered every possibility.
He now firmly believes only one thing: there are no accidents or coincidences in the mysterious world.
After a two-second pause to think quietly, he suppressed the jumbled thoughts in his mind and answered Mr. Azik's question without any concealment:
"You could say we know each other, but not in the way you're thinking of it."
"I just happen to know you, and I recognized you just now."
Azik nodded, not without surprise: "Can you tell me about it? I've forgotten a lot of things from the past, and I'm currently searching for my past."
"Of course." Cyril nodded. He had been arranged to this extent, so he had no reason to object. After all, he had been attracted here by the reward offered.
After a slight pause to organize his thoughts, he said, "All I know is that you are Azik Eggers, the Death Governor of the Byron Empire in the Southern Continent more than 1,300 years ago. You are the son of Death and disappeared after Death's fall."
"Some speculate that you are Death's backup plan for resurrection, while others say that Death's real backup plan for resurrection is in the Raging Sea."
"I don't know much more, but I think your forgetting the past might be part of Death's plan."
Perhaps the "magic master" also has some acting talent, because the more he spoke, the smoother he became, and he was even able to show some just the right expressions.
After hearing his description, Azik stood there in a daze, lost in distant memories.
He recalled some scenes from the past, which were neither beautiful nor warm, but only cold, indifferent and dead.
After a while, he finally came to his senses, and his originally gentle and weathered eyes now held a hint of aloofness.
This state didn't last long; he quickly composed himself, though his weathered eyes still looked somewhat cold.
He then looked at Sirion and nodded gently, saying, "Thank you for your answer. It brought back some memories from the past, which, although not pleasant, I feel are very important to me."
"Consider this my thank-you gift, and it also includes my apology for the accident that affected your mirror world and caused it to be affected by the battlefield."
Azik held a blob of azure jelly-like substance in his outstretched right hand, with air currents constantly swirling within it, as if it were enveloping a miniature whirlwind that never stopped.
The "Windbringer" trait that had been extracted from Zilingus was taken by Azik.
After seeing what Azik was holding, Cyril paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he happily reached out to take it.
...Mr. Azik probably didn't even glance at this feature before leaving, so was this specially brought to me?
"It's best not to sell it during this period, otherwise people will easily pinpoint Zilingus's death on you."
After a brief warning, Azik's figure suddenly receded into the distance, and the vibrant colors around him quickly faded.
In the blink of an eye, he returned to the deep and illusory world within the mirror.
The next second, Irving rushed up and grabbed his arm tightly:
Where did you go just now?
"My divination failed just now. I thought we had encountered the horror of the mirror world, and I almost wrote my will."
"First, you have no paper or pen. Second, this is a mirror world, so even if you wrote a will, no one would be able to see it."
After making a complaint, he explained why he had disappeared:
"The one who killed Qilingus just now took me to the spirit world for questioning. We were suddenly brought here from the mirror world because of his influence, but he paid us."
As he spoke, he demonstrated the extraordinary characteristics of the "Wind Favorite" in his hand.
"Let's leave this area of the mirror world first. The commotion just now will definitely attract the attention of the official extraordinary beings. If we stay here, we'll become suspects."
As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, then reached out and pressed his hand against the void in front of him. A layer of deep blue light rippled out from his palm, forming a new "door".
.....
In reality, by a quiet pond, a few fragments of mirror lying silently on the soil flashed with a faint blue light before quickly fading back to darkness.
Not far from the shards of the mirror, a pile of rotting flesh, stark white and broken bones, and decaying pieces of clothing lay together, indicating that someone had once lived here.
About ten seconds later, a fierce wind suddenly arose. Amidst the howling and swirling gale high in the sky, an old man wearing a black soft hat, a black robe embroidered with storm symbols, and unusually serious silver eyes slowly descended to the ground.
He is Cardinal Ace Snake, the "Singer of God," of the Church of the Lord of Storms in Backlund.
Looking at the pile of rotting flesh, broken bones, and fragments of clothing on the ground, the "Singer of God" had a face darker than the clouds above his head, and even the air around him seemed to become heavy.
He arrived too late to stop Zillingus from assassinating Duke Negan, allowing Zillingus to escape. During the subsequent pursuit, he unexpectedly lost track of Zillingus.
By the time he finally managed to re-lock onto Qilingus's aura and arrive, the other party had already disappeared without even a complete corpse.
He sighed softly, looked past the rotting flesh on the ground to a few shards of mirror not far away, tilted his head slightly, and listened to the information the surrounding wind carried to him.