noveltune Chapter 333 Tobias's Past
Chapter 333 Tobias's Past
Chapter 333 Tobias's Past
"Help me....Lord....0—08....
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The note left by Ince Zangwell was covered in black marks, with only a few illegible words barely legible.
Cyril frowned. There was too little useful information. He couldn't figure out what the other party wanted to express, or whether it was just a prank he was about to play.
"Even 'deciphering scholars' wouldn't be able to decipher anything from such fragmented information, would they?"
He muttered something, holding the slip of paper in one hand and pulling out a scroll with the other, from which he took out the crystal ball that contained a single azure eye.
He pressed the crystal ball to his forehead, then looked again at the note left by Ince Zangwell.
A deep purple hue appeared in the azure eye within the crystal ball, and then another image flashed into his mind.
The black and white ink on the note blurred and spread, and then large patches of mottled blood appeared, obscuring all the visible information.
He frowned, then put down the crystal ball he had been holding to his forehead and let the note in his hand turn to ashes.
"Is the evil spirit of Medici putting on a show of internal conflict, leaving behind its own message and then concealing it?"
"Hmm, it seems normal for a three-in-one evil spirit to exhibit this kind of behavior..."
"The previous situation was more like a tug-of-war between the will of Medici and the will of Soren and Einhorn. Inszangwill was probably involved to some extent as well. It was a real mess."
"Are they trying to attract other people's attention and disrupt the balance between them?"
As he whispered, a gold coin was flicked away with a clang.
After repeating this several times, he took back the gold coins and turned to walk towards where the White Agate was docked.
Not long after they returned to the ship, Captain Erland, along with Uldi Blanche and his family, knocked on the door.
He glanced at the crowd standing outside the door, then at the only sofa and two wooden chairs in the room. He figured the room couldn't possibly accommodate so many people, so he simply didn't move aside.
Airland, still reeking of alcohol, said in a somewhat agitated tone, "Mr. Blanche said you saved his family and wanted to come and thank you in person."
"As the captain of the White Agate, I am responsible for the safety of all passengers, but Mr. Blanche and the others are also unclear about the specifics of what happened to them, so I wanted to ask you."
Cyril nodded slightly and said calmly, "They encountered Ince Zangwell."
"Ince Zangwell?"
Airland was momentarily stunned, then suddenly realized something and exclaimed in astonishment, "The archbishop of the Church of the Night who defected with a level 0 sealed artifact, the mastermind behind the Tingen massacre—Ince Zangwill?"
"Is he in Damir Port now?"
Sirion shook his head slightly: "He may not be here now; he has the means to roam the spirit world."
Airland nodded slightly, letting out a small sigh of relief, but then another question popped into his head: "You had a conflict with him?"
And they even managed to get a terrorist carrying a Level 0 sealed artifact to retreat?
Could Randolph Carter already be a true demigod?
Noticing that Erlan seemed somewhat lost in thought, he shook his head slightly and said, "No, he was just testing the waters, and then he left."
"He doesn't seem to be in good condition, so he probably won't attack the White Agate; it wouldn't do him any good."
Airland nodded, then said hesitantly, "I understand. I plan to go to Damir Port again later. This matter needs to be reported immediately; Ince Zangwill is in great danger."
"Hmm." Cyril nodded slightly, not paying any attention.
Although Erland seemed eager about the matter, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he stepped aside and handed the conversation over to the Blanche family, who had come to express their gratitude, while he watched from the sidelines.
...The fact that Ince Zangwill, who was carrying a level 0 sealed artifact, was able to make him retreat voluntarily indicates that he made the other party feel threatened.
As his thoughts raced, he mentally raised his assessment of Randolph Carter's level of danger by another notch.
Having overheard every word of the conversation between Sirion and Captain Ellan, Uldy Branch had a new assessment of the danger his family had just faced.
He raised his hand to wipe away non-existent sweat from his forehead, then quickly stepped forward and handed over an anonymous bank card and a folded note: "Mr. Randolph, thank you so much for your help just now. If you hadn't appeared in time, I can't even imagine what kind of horror we would have encountered."
"This is a small token of my appreciation. Since this trip is mainly for sightseeing, I didn't bring much cash with me, only this anonymous bank card. Please accept it."
"Once I arrive in Bayam, I will transfer some money to this account. Also, please allow me to bring appropriate gifts to thank you in person at that time."
"Here is my contact information. You are welcome to visit anytime, or contact me if you need any help."
After thinking for a moment, he reached out and took the note from the other party, but did not take the anonymous bank card.
"You're welcome. I just happened to run into you and was taking back the lucky coins I gave out earlier."
"So no need for thanks, the lucky gold coin I took back is the reward."
"This..." Uldi felt this was somewhat inappropriate, but Captain Ellan interrupted him, "Lucky Coins? What kind of Lucky Coins?"
"This is it." Donna took out her gold Horn: "It was a gift that Brother Randolph gave to me and Denton when we met before, but Denton has already used his."
She paused, then asked with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, "Brother Randolph, if I encounter danger in the future, can I use this lucky coin to summon your help?"
Cyril nodded. "If I happen to be nearby."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Well, I can teach you a method. As long as you're within the boundaries of a large city, I can receive the information it transmits."
"Really?" Donna's eyes immediately lit up.
Cyril nodded slightly to her, and the two children were so excited they almost jumped for joy.
Airland turned his gaze away from the very ordinary gold Horn and couldn't help but laugh, "If this news gets out, the gold coins you send out in the future might become another kind of maritime treasure."
Cyril smiled. "Isn't this interesting?"
He then looked at Crivus and asked, "Have you recalled any key memories?"
The latter shook his head: "No, my memories of that time are somewhat disjointed and are becoming increasingly blurry."
"I thought about it for a long time, but I still can't tell which parts were reality and which parts were dreams."
Cyril nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
His gaze fell on the little boy Denton beside him. Seeing his troubled expression, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, he lowered his eyes thoughtfully and asked, "Denton, did you see anything at the time?"
The little boy, Denton, hesitated before nodding, then shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but I think I saw it."
"There was a person being held by a monster with three mouths on his face. He glanced at me, and then I knew nothing more. I think I fell asleep and had many dreams."
"I understand, well done." Sirion reached out and patted the little boy on the shoulder.
He chatted with the group for a while longer until he indicated that he needed to rest. The Blanche family and the two bodyguards then thanked him again and took their leave.
After watching them leave, Cyril closed the door, reclined on the sofa, and pondered again the purpose of Ince Zangwill's sudden appearance here:
Ince Zangwell is struggling against the evil spirit within him, while the three wills within that evil spirit are fighting each other, trying to gain more dominance.
Leaving me a note was probably the work of Medici's will, but it was interrupted by Sauron and Einhorn, leaving only a few scattered, difficult-to-decipher words.
Neither Ince Zangwell nor the evil spirit within him were involved in the realm of occupation and prophecy. My appearance must have been unexpected for them, so their initial purpose should not have been complicated.
Was it simply that Denton saw it, and then it became difficult to control the malice within it, so it launched an attack?
It wasn't exactly an attack; it was just that the release of one's own power affected the Blanche family and their two bodyguards who happened to be nearby.
But my sudden appearance seemed to give Medici an opportunity. He intended for me to do something, but was interrupted by Soren and Einhorn working together.
It seems reasonable.
Clang!
He tossed a gold coin high into the air and caught it.
"I think I've overlooked something..."
"0-08, I didn't see 0-08 in Ince Zangwell's possession. Did he put it away, or is there some other reason?"
After thinking for a moment, he gave up on asking Adam.
He didn't think Adam would have been unaware of 0-08; perhaps tonight's events were part of his plan.
After gathering his thoughts, he stood up from the sofa, his eyes reflecting a phantom book that was constantly turning pages.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
Sparkling starlight flew out from the void, quickly outlining a phantom, dazzling star gate covered with mysterious patterns and symbols.
The island, covered in charred marks, resembles a ruin after a series of natural disasters.
The figure of Ince Zangwell, wearing a black double-breasted long suit and blind in one eye, was quickly outlined in the air.
His only remaining eye, a deep blue that resembled a dark black, seemed somewhat dazed, as if sleepwalking aimlessly across the island that was now nothing but ruins.
In his tightly clenched right hand, a dull-colored quill pen scribbled word after word on the hem of his robe: "The Church of Storms thoroughly cleansed Bansi Island of its bloody rituals and pollution, but over a long period of time, the source of that extremely high level of pollution has established a deep mystical connection with the island."
Even though they were previously cleaned up, over time, the pollution from the disaster has secretly re-emerged on the island.
"Although this resurgent pollution is currently very hidden and weak, under the influence of the aggregation effect, the Red Angel evil spirits with the status of the King of Angels who have been in contact with it will surely find it."
The quill pen left increasingly faint marks on the hem of my clothes, as if the ink in the pen had run out, until it could no longer write.
An unreal scar appeared on each of Ince Zangwell's cheeks, from which phantom teeth and tongues grew.
"What are you doing here? Paying respects to your descendants who were charred to death by the Church of Storms?"
"Coke? Judging from the remaining traces, they probably didn't even leave behind any coke."
"That's so tragic~"
"There's been no response after all this time, Medici. It seems your message to that kid failed, or he simply doesn't want to help you."
Ince Zangwell curled the corners of his lips and spoke in a voice characteristic of Medici: "Of course he doesn't want to help me, I'm not his godfather."
"I was just teasing him, I didn't expect you two to react so strongly."
The words had barely left his lips when Ince Zangwill's lips emitted a hoarse, grating sound: "He's Adam's man!"
"If things really get dangerous, do you think he'll call on Adam's name, and Adam will come to his aid?"
"Stop fabricating your pointless schemes; in this situation, neither of us can hide anything from the other..."
Ince Zangwell suddenly made a shushing gesture. His only remaining eye was now bloodshot and had turned a fiery red, as if flames were burning within it.
"Don't make noise..."
"I heard it, the sound of burning iron and blood."
"Those guys from the Church of Storms have cleansed Banshee too thoroughly. We need a ritual to draw upon the power from the City of Calamity" to rid ourselves of the evil spirits' state."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lips on his cheeks chimed in, "We can't control Ince Zangwill for this long. Even if he's weak, he's still a demigod."
"Then use 0-08. It'll be happy to help me write a few stories that will ruin its own owner."
In his first-class cabin on the White Agate, Cyril made himself a cup of coffee and leaned back on the sofa, looking at Tobias, who was leaning against the balcony gazing at the distant horizon, with some confusion.
"You must have been at sea for a long time, haven't you gotten tired of this sea yet?"
Tobias turned halfway around and said with a sigh, "Before going to Bansi, I lived inland. But after I arrived in Bansi, I was soon contaminated. Most of the time I was either asleep or going crazy."
That's pretty tragic... He sighed inwardly, then asked with some curiosity, "What was your background before?"
Tobias tilted his head back, squinted his eyes, and seemed lost in memories.
"I am from the Southern Continent. I followed the Grim Reaper and participated in the Pale Calamity unleashed by the Grim Reaper and the Primordial Witch."
After the fall of "Death" and the defeat of "Primal Witch," I not only survived by sheer luck, but also gained the extraordinary trait of "Weather Sorcerer."
"Looking back now, I think the characteristic I acquired back then was inherently flawed, which is why I was later caught off guard and corrupted, falling into a state of being unable to control myself."