fynovel Chapter 249 That's really great!
Chapter 249 That's really great!
Chapter 249 That's really great!
Bringing himself back to reality, he took the drawing paper off the easel and handed it to Melanie, who had come to the door:
"This painting is for you. I wish you happiness in your work and life."
After a brief pause, he looked at Paavo, who was still repairing the telegraph machine:
"It seems there won't be a chance to send a telegram today, so I'll be leaving now."
Melanie took the drawing paper as she asked, "Aren't we going to wait a little longer? Perhaps Pavo will be able to fix the telegraph machine soon?"
Cyril smiled and pointed to the darkening sky above:
"But it will get dark if we wait any longer."
Melanie nodded apologetically at him: "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
"It looks like there might be a storm tonight. You'd better not stay out too late; storms this time of year can easily make people sick."
Cyril nodded slightly: "Okay, thank you for reminding me."
After a brief exchange, Sirion packed up his drawing tools and left.
After he left, Melanie admired the painting in her hand for a while, then walked over to Paavo, who was repairing a telegraph machine.
"Pavo, look, this painting is really nice!"
"It's a pity it's already a bit late, otherwise I would really like to ask this painter to paint a picture for me."
despair!despair!despair!
Before she could finish speaking, the telegraph machine that was being repaired on the table suddenly started clicking, and a piece of slightly warm white paper was ejected from the machine.
Melanie stared in astonishment at the telegraph machine that had suddenly started working:
"Pavo, when did you fix it?"
Pavo, who was half-squatting in front of the table, shook his head repeatedly:
"No, I hadn't figured out where to start fixing it yet; it just suddenly fixed itself."
Melanie quickly turned around and hurried to the front door to look outside, but Cyril's figure had already disappeared into the street outside.
"What a pity, just a little bit more. If we had stayed just one more minute, the painter could have made it in time to send the telegram."
Unaware that the telegraph machine had returned to normal the moment she left, Cyril had already returned to her temporary hotel using the mirror world.
After tidying up the paintings he had kept, he sat down in the armchair and took out the glass crystal ball from his pocket.
Sparkling starlight twinkled inside the transparent crystal ball, stretching into an ever-changing starry sky.
A few breaths later, all the strange phenomena inside the glass crystal ball disappeared, and Sirion's slightly dazed eyes returned to their senses.
"The divination failed."
"However, sometimes a failed divination is also a result, which suggests that the problems at the Bansi Port telegraph office are most likely related to the 'City of Calamity.'"
"Melanie and Pavo, has either of them been exposed to the contamination seeping from the 'City of Calamity'?"
"Or perhaps someone brought out the pollution hidden on the island and used it to experiment on the two of them?"
"Perhaps we can sneak into the telegraph office tonight."
After a few whispers, he set the glass crystal ball aside and took out a dark-colored harmonica.
This was a magical item he had asked Bernadette to have craftsmen create, which solidified the ritual for summoning the messenger. It was only delivered to him by Bernadette's messenger yesterday.
When not played with spiritual power, it is just an ordinary harmonica that can produce melodious sounds.
When infused with spiritual power and played, it loses its sound, but can directly summon Erdfana in place of the ritual.
He brought the harmonica to his lips, infused it with spirituality, and blew it forcefully.
Invisible ripples, seemingly present yet absent, spread around him, as if extending far into the spirit world.
After waiting quietly for two or three seconds, nothing changed in the room.
Cyril frowned, looked down and re-examined the harmonica in his hand. As he pondered whether to play it again, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was another person reflected in the window not far away.
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"Have you always kept your psychology a secret?"
Erdfana shook his head slightly:
"This doesn't count as psychological invisibility; it's just a way of appropriately reducing my presence. If you observe carefully, you can still find me."
"During the Second Age, I enjoyed observing those unique and magical creatures, but they would run away as soon as they saw dragons. In order to observe them more easily, I came up with this method of diminishing their presence."
"Then why don't you just use psychological invisibility?" Sirion asked thoughtfully.
Erdfana calmly replied, "That way they won't be able to detect me at all."
Cyril: ....
That was truly the second era of intense suffering.
After a brief silence, he steered the conversation back on track: "I need you to deliver a rather special letter to the Harvest Church in the southern part of the Backlund Bridge."
Erdfana showed no reaction on his face, and asked in a very calm tone:
"What letter?"
"I."
Cyril pointed to himself.
A distinct glint of surprise flashed in Erdfana's pale gold eyes, before a smile tugged at his withered face.
"That's fine, as long as you don't find 'consciousness walk' less convenient than the 'teleportation' you recorded?"
Cyril shook his head: "My recorded 'teleportation' ability has been used up."
"By the way, could you create the illusion that I'm still here?"
Although he could do this himself using the illusions created by the scrolls, there was a distance limit; once beyond half of Bansi Port, the illusions would fail due to the distance.
Erdfana nodded slightly: "Of course."
As he spoke, he placed one hand on Sirion's shoulder.
A faint, transparent figure gradually separated from him, and then quickly solidified.
A few seconds later, a "painter" named Sirion appeared in the room, wearing black trousers, a white shirt, a brown trench coat, and a beret.
This was the identity he used after setting sail: Randolph Carter, a painter who wandered the seas in search of inspiration.
Cyril looked at his other self with great curiosity:
Aside from lacking any extraordinary characteristics, there's absolutely no difference between him and the real person.
Just as he was thinking this, Randolph Carter, who had been separated from Erdfana, had already turned around and walked to the easel he had placed aside, and began to skillfully lay out the paper and mix the paints.
...Well, there are still some differences in personality.
A sudden thought struck him, and he quickly looked at Erdfana, asking:
"The identity I've separated from is still essentially the same person, right?"
"In that case, can I also share his acting progress?"
Erdfana shook his head slightly: "The moment your identity was separated, he became a completely independent individual."
"However, if the clone can be retrieved in time, allowing the separated identity to become part of oneself again, it can indeed share the progress of the role-playing."
"That's fantastic!" Sirion exclaimed sincerely.
If the identity of Randolph Carter can appear independently from time to time, he can play multiple roles.
After the brief incident, Erdfana placed his hand on Cyril's shoulder again, and lightly waved his other hand in front of him.
Without a sound, a wide crack appeared in front of the two of them.
Beyond the crack lies a strange "sea" formed by countless clusters of light, large and small, bright and dim.
Each of the orbs of light represents the dream of a sleeping person in Bansi Port.
Erdfana made their bodies ethereal and then stepped into the dream world, using one dream after another to travel between them.
"There's some bored guy lurking in the mental world around here. Let's go somewhere further away first, and then travel to Backlund via consciousness wandering."
Cyril nodded knowingly; the "boring guy" the other person was referring to was probably Hermes.
Outside the Harvest Church in the south section of Backlund, near the bridge.
A silent, deep rift tore open in the still air, and then Cyril stepped out.
He glanced around, then stepped through the doors of the church ahead.
Inside the church hall, Father Utravsky, who resembled a small giant, sat before the emblem of life, styling his hair and praying.
Sirion waited until the other person finished praying before speaking:
Good evening, Father Utravsky.
"I've come to you again to record my extraordinary abilities."
A strange look flashed across Father Utravsky's face: "You've been fighting quite frequently lately?"
Before Sirion could answer, he continued:
"Try not to use 'Light Storm' in front of the official Beyonders of Backlund; there aren't many 'Dawn Knights' here."