Part 6 The Light-Exporter Chapter 44 The Lion Wrestles the Rabbit
Finally, Dorian stopped beside the letter.
He bent his back, probed his right palm, pinched the edge of the paper with slightly trembling fingers, and picked it up.
This time, very carefully, word by word, Dorian read it from the beginning, sometimes in a daze, sometimes in confusion, sometimes in doubt, sometimes in pain.
The letter from Forsyth was not very long, and he read it the whole twice in only three minutes, and then fell into a long silence.
The sunlight from the window shone in and spilled over the tilted table.
Dorian Gray Abraham’s lips suddenly opened and closed, but in the end no sound came out.
He rubbed his right thumb and forefinger quickly across the paper, causing the letter to ignite with a crimson flame.
With that done, Dorian packed up his belongings, changed his makeup, and left the rented house, going to a different location under a previously prepared identity.
When he had settled down, he sat down next to his desk and gazed at the brass ornament, wondering what he was thinking.
As the sunlight grew thinner and dimmer, Dorian’s eyelids twitched and he let out a long, slow sigh.
He then spread out his letter paper, picked up his fountain pen, and wrote as he thought:
”…… I am very happy to see that you have digested the ‘Records Officer’ magic potion within a few months, which means that there is a real possibility for you to become a demigod ……
”…… These are the ‘Traveler’ play points that I understand, but you must remember that everyone’s personality is different, and play will always have some differences in practice, and you can’t copy it exactly …… This is not to say that other people’s play points are wrong, but they can lead to great conflict within you, affecting your mental state …… There are times when a few adjustments may slow down the digestion of the potion, but they can be more beneficial to you, and you must remember that play is only a tool. You must remember that playing is only a tool, not a master ……
”I look forward to the day when you have completely digested the ‘Traveler’ magic potion, and I will prepare the appropriate materials and a gift for you.
”…… I am very interested in the matter of the curse of the Abraham family mentioned by that gentleman …… I think you should have sensed long ago that I have a certain amount of research in this area, or else you wouldn’t have always been asking me for Related matters ……
”I wish you would go further and make an understanding ……”
After writing his reply, Dorian Gray Abraham closed his eyes and quickly folded the paper.
……
January 1351, New Year’s Day in Birkeland was considerably cooler than it had been in the past.
Inside the basement of a house in the West End, a few candles waved their yellowish flames, illuminating the altars, chairs, and round tables placed around them.
At the edge of the light, in the extreme darkness, a silhouette appeared to be there, sometimes shaking, sometimes stretching, a thin layer, no thickness, like a shadow that came to life.
Suddenly, the figure spoke in a low voice:
”You arrived earlier than I thought.”
Next to the candle, where the firelight was brightest, a figure flew outlined.
It was a man, clad in a rather mysterious black robe, with slightly curly brown hair with hard roots, and deep eyes that seemed to harbor countless things.
He was the “Saint of Secrets”, one of the five saints of the Aurora Society.
Butis smiled and said:
”For me, distance is not a problem.”
He then pulled out a chair and sat down, saying to the narrow shadow:
”Have you investigated everything? Did you find any anomalies?”
The shadow that nearly blended into the darkness replied in a low voice:
”No problems.”
”Really?” Boutis instinctively questioned the certainty of the answer, “Kesma, could this be a trap?”
The Aurora Society’s “Dark Saint” Kesma slowly shook her head:
”The target is very discreet, definitely not intentionally exposed.
”If it wasn’t for the fact that she was begging for the cursed items of the Ancient Grievous Spirit, we wouldn’t have been able to realize that she might have a connection with the Abraham Clan.”
”The Sage of Secrets,” Butis said as if he was thinking:
”The cursed object of the ancient grudge, which is one of the main materials of the ‘Records Officer’, I remember that the Abraham family does have a surplus of Asman’s Brain …… heh, and is not willing to provide the ‘Records Officer’ extraordinary characteristics directly. Officer’ extraordinary characteristics, hoping to do some tests is indeed the style of the Abrahams, simply put, it is not trusting enough.”
”The Phantom Saint,” Kesma said to herself without bothering to echo Buttis’ words:
”Even though she was begging for the main ingredient of the ‘Recorder’s’ magic potion, we originally didn’t find a problem, after all, not every believer understands the appropriate knowledge of the occult, but she was still mentioning some issues related to the ‘apprenticeship’, related to the Abrahamic related questions.
”She’s really careful in this regard; the circle of extraordinary people who ask for materials is not the same as the circle of extraordinary people who ask questions; different things will be dealt with in different circles, and, in some cases, she hires other party participants in advance to help her with her needs.
”If it weren’t for the fact that several of those circles had our people in them and eventually aggregated the information, we wouldn’t have noticed her.”
”The Sage of Secrets,” Butis nodded slightly and turned to ask:
”Why didn’t you just do it, and call me over?”
Within the shadows, darkness floated and answered low and slow:
”The situation in Berkland is getting tense, with the ‘Night Watchers’, ‘Substitute Punishers’, and ‘Mechanical Heart’ squads doing their sweeps one round at a time. We were being watched very closely.
”If I were to handle this, it would be fine if there were no accidents, but if there were, I’m not herding a ‘secret mage’ and might not be able to disengage in time.
”Moreover, isn’t it you who is most interested in the Abraham family?”
Butis chuckled:
”I’m not interested in them at all, I just want them all to die.
”The most important thing to do if you want to ensure your own safety is to stifle revenge within the cradle, this is my philosophy of doing things.”
As he spoke, this “Saint of Secrets” took out a crystal ball from the dark pocket of his black robe.
The crystal ball was not clear, nor was it transparent, as if it had been filled with the deep darkness of the night.
As Boutis stroked his palms and opened and closed his lips, little by little brilliant glimmers appeared inside the strange crystal ball.
They were like star sands, slowly rotating and forming a complex scene.
”It’s still acceptable ……,” Buttis glanced at the crystal ball resting in his right hand and nodded gently.
He then looked over at the “ghostly figure”:
”Tell me more specific information.”
After realizing that there was a gathering of a certain circle of extraordinary people tonight, and that the target might appear, “Sage of Secrets” Buttis stood up and spoke to “Sage of Darkness” Kesma:
”I have to make some preparations in advance.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he opened his right hand and gently lifted it, and his five fingers then closed.
The area where he was located suddenly distorted and disappeared.
The candles, firelight, round table and chairs that had been located there also disappeared, leaving only the floor tiles and ceiling.
After a while, shadows floated there and all returned.
”Butis, the Saint of Secrets, was no different than he had been a moment before, but the figure of Kisma, the Saint of Darkness, had unconsciously resolved itself from the darkness.
He looked at Butis and said in a deep voice:
”You are being more cautious than necessary.”
”But that’s not a bad thing, I was hoping to get rid of the problem without anyone else realizing it.” Buttis responded with a smile, “You go along, hide in the shadows as my support, don’t come out directly, and leave as soon as you notice anything unusual.”
”…… Good.” “Dark Saint” Kesma slowly stepped out of the shadows.
He looked young, and all of his features were outstanding, but his face seemed to be shrouded in a shadowy curtain if nothing else.
After approaching Butis, Kesma’s ears vaguely rang with a burst of illusory chewing, nibbling, and digesting sounds that came from nowhere, and sensed some kind of undisguised malice and hunger.
It made him, as a demigod, shiver.
The eyes of this “Dark Saint” froze for a second, implying dismay and surprise as he looked into the face of Boutis.
Butis hooked up the corner of his mouth and revealed a slightly cruel smile.
A few seconds later, one of them used “teleportation” and the other blended into the shadows, leaving the house one after the other.
……
At the junction of Bakerland East and Bridges, in a dilapidated apartment building, on the first floor of what used to be a cheap hotel, there were a few open rooms.
No one had arrived here yet when Buttis stepped out of the spirit world, that party for the extraordinary was still two or three hours away.
He looked around the room, taking in the seats and long, disorganized tables.
Observing his surroundings, Buttis walked toward the corner and pulled with his right hand as if he were tugging at a curtain.
The area was then shrouded in shadow, appeared distorted, and then disappeared.
Because it did not have any objects, there is no objective measurement mark, so no one will notice that there is a space missing here, they will only feel that the distance between the wall and themselves seems to be a little bit closer, but when they look closely, everything is normal.
This is the “secret mage” of “space hiding”!
They can use this ability to split a place into two places, hiding part of it, and must pass through a specific “door” to enter.
At this moment, in the area that had been cut and hidden, the room existed normally, with floor tiles, a ceiling, and a cockroach crawling through it hastily.
The cockroach rushed all the way to the dividing line, and was blocked by the darkness that could not be seen to the end.
”Boutis, the Sage of Secrets, looked around the room, and then his eyes rested on a transparent vortex in mid-air.
This was the Gate.
All hidden spaces must have a “door”.
Boutis thought for a moment, put his hand into the dark pocket of his black robe, took out a mirror, and set it into the location of the “door”.
The mirror distorted for a moment, and quickly reflected the scene of the outside world:
Seats and tables were arranged in a messy manner, and there was no one there.
In this way, Boutis was able to monitor the meeting place of the extraordinary people through this mirror.
Time passed by, and the extraordinary people who were dressed in various ways to conceal their identities arrived one after another.
One of the hooded figures habitually chose a corner by the window, took out a palm-sized notebook with a copper-green casing, and casually flipped through a few pages, seemingly reviewing the key points of the questions that would be asked later on or checking whether her preparations were sufficient.
Behind her side, there was a plain mirror set on the wall.