yasinovel Chapter 246 Hermes' Reminder
Chapter 246 Hermes' Reminder
Chapter 246 Hermes' Reminder
Cyril took a sip of red wine, then offered his serious assessment:
"You look like you're on vacation, but you're missing some sunshine and sand."
Hermes smiled and said, "Although there isn't one here, the mental realm here can have sunshine and beaches."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sirion suddenly felt that the surroundings seemed to warm up, and he felt a sense of comfort, like walking on the beach and enjoying the sunshine and sea breeze.
He even felt as if he could faintly hear the sounds of seagulls carried on the sea breeze.
It's a bit like being trapped in a dream woven by a "dream weaver," except I'm awake right now.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Hermes' voice rang out:
"You can think of it this way: your mind and consciousness are clear right now, but your body is immersed in the dream."
"This isn't entirely fake; at least your body will give you the most honest feedback. Over time, your skin will gradually darken, and you'll get sunburned."
"Then let's forget about it."
Cyril's lips twitched slightly, rejecting this fake experience.
Immediately, the warmth of the sunlight on his body disappeared, and all he could hear was the sound of the waves all around him.
After everything returned to normal, Hermes suddenly asked:
"You seem to have some doubts and want my opinion, why don't you ask?"
Cyril paused for a moment... Why does it seem like the person answering the question is more anxious than I am, the one who asked it?
He paused, carefully choosing his words, and said:
"I'm just a little curious, Adam seems to be taking this a bit too proactively and seriously."
"You could have contacted me privately at a different time, instead of directly influencing the people on the island."
Hermes smiled and countered, "So, do you now feel a sense of urgency to complete this task as soon as possible?"
Without waiting for Cyril's reply, he continued speaking to himself:
"No one can guess what they're really thinking. He's the most cunning 'audience member,' always the one who deciphers and manipulates other people's thoughts, just like us now."
"However, if you're just looking for the more obvious purpose, I can guess a bit."
"What's your purpose?" Sirion pressed.
Hermes glanced at the thick, dark clouds in the sky before speaking:
"Buying time is necessary, whether you want to act as the 'Recorder' here to digest the potion or investigate the 'City of Calamity.'"
"But the 'weather god' entrenched here won't give you time, nor will the Church of Storms, which has discovered that the problem here is out of control."
Cyril's eyes widened: "Adam's psychological suggestion even affected the 'Weather God'?"
"That might be true. I'm just making some guesses based on the impact of your actions tonight."
After a slight pause, he continued:
"Another possible purpose is that he is using this method to tell you how much he values the secrets hidden here, while clearing some obstacles for you, hoping that you can investigate as thoroughly as possible."
"There might be a deeper reason, but I lack sufficient information to connect it to anything at the moment."
"I think I've answered your question. Now it's your turn. Can you tell me about the 'City of Calamity'?"
"The more detailed the better. I'm very interested in this kind of knowledge. If your answer is more valuable than my previous one, I will offer additional compensation."
Cyril nodded slightly. Since the other party had been so straightforward, he seemed to have no reason to refuse.
"It affects both the 'Hunter' and 'Witch' pathways, and is currently sealed in the Western Continent. Here in Banshee, for unknown reasons, there is some contamination from it."
"The true purpose of the 'weather god' entrenched here, which promotes bloody sacrifices, seems to be a hidden, continuous act of offering sacrifices to it."
"The purpose is unclear. It may be to gain power, or it may be to deepen the pollution emanating from the 'City of Calamity'. "Well, it may also be a simple, instinctive behavior after being polluted."
"Priest..." Hermes murmured softly, then asked:
"What do you think this has to do with the name 'Red Priestess'?"
"Perhaps, they are worshipping the same thing?" Sirion asked uncertainly.
Hermes nodded thoughtfully, then deliberately moved on from the topic:
"The information you shared is more valuable than my previous answer. What kind of compensation do you hope to receive?"
After a moment's thought, Sirion said, "If things get out of control on Bansie Island, I hope you can help me stabilize it for now."
"If things don't ultimately escalate to the point where I need your help, I hope you can help me deal with one of the ten pillars of the Morse Order later on."
"You don't need to intervene directly. You just need to influence his judgment at certain times. He's currently probably a 'mystic,' not possessing strong prophetic or precognitive abilities."
"Yes, that's fine." Hermes nodded, then exclaimed:
"Even after living for over a thousand years, you are one of the most audacious extraordinary beings I have ever seen, daring to target a demigod at only Sequence 6."
"I remember that your path only requires facing a demigod-level being when you advance from Sequence 5 to Sequence 4. Are you preparing for this in advance?"
Cyril smiled. "Perhaps, I just need a level 1 sealed artifact."
"You're really bold."
Hermes replied with a mix of emotion and admiration.
"What happened? Where did you go?"
"Do you know how worried your mother, I, and Elena were about you?"
A near-roar from the other side of the deck interrupted Cyril and Hermes' conversation.
With a sense of curiosity, Sirion turned his head and saw that Mr. Moore and his bodyguard, who had stayed in Bansie Harbor to look for Peel, had returned after being notified by the crew sent by Ellan.
Having just explained what had happened to him, Pierre was shielded behind his mother.
"Little Peel has already explained to me that he didn't do it on purpose; he was kidnapped by the bad guys on this island."
"If he hadn't happened to run into that kind painter, he wouldn't have been able to escape."
Completely devoid of his former gentlemanly demeanor, Mr. Moore looked at Pierre, who was cowering behind his wife, and asked in a deep voice:
Is it true?
As he nodded, Pierre rolled up his sleeves and pulled open his collar, revealing the scars left from when he was tied up.
The bodyguard standing nearby spoke up at the right moment: "These are marks left from being tied up with ropes, and the actions were quite rough."
Mr. Moore, whose expression had just calmed down, became angry again, but this time it was not directed at Pierre.
"Did they hit you? Do you remember what he looked like?"
"I'll take you to the police station. They need to give me an explanation for this. Those damned guys all need to be punished by law!"
Peel shook his head repeatedly: "No, but they were all wearing black cloaks, so I couldn't see their faces."
He heard the monsters who captured him say that they should keep those who had been captured in the best possible condition so that they could show sincerity in the sacrifice.
After a brief pause, he quickly said, "Let's stay on the boat. I want to get out of here as soon as possible."
He spoke the last sentence in a hurry. What he had experienced tonight made him not want to stay here for another minute. He still clearly remembered the monsters that had captured him and the scenes of their heads flying off.
He felt that the scene of heads flying off with their spines was particularly haunting, and he felt that this image would appear in his dreams for the next week.
Of course, in my dream there will definitely be scenes of Cyril destroying these monsters in the sunlight and dawn, especially the final sharp silver storm, which was absolutely awesome!
However, he would change the protagonist in his dreams to himself.
Mr. Moore, seeing that Pierre was somewhat dazed, assumed he was still frightened and hadn't recovered from the harrowing kidnapping. He reached out and gently stroked Pierre's head, softly comforting him:
"Okay, let's leave here first thing tomorrow morning."
"Go back to your room with your mother and go to sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, you will find that the island has disappeared into the sea."
"Okay," Pierre nodded obediently.
After watching his wife and children return to their cabin, he and his bodyguards approached Sirion, who was sitting in an armchair.
"Mr. Carter, thank you so much for rescuing Peel. If it weren't for you, I don't know if I would have ever seen Peel again with the help of the police officers on this island."
"You're welcome. I think anyone with a sense of morality and justice would choose to help in such a situation."