6kv Chapter 195 The Vampire Oracle
Chapter 195 The Vampire Oracle
Chapter 195 The Vampire Oracle
Upon hearing Bernadette's question, Cyril nodded somewhat uncertainly:
"It should... be okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, thick, green vines suddenly hung down from the ceiling, covering the surrounding area like a torrential rain.
They intertwined and quickly formed a lush green forest, layer upon layer, with no top in sight.
Bernadette's gentle voice rang out from ahead: "Are you ready?"
Before Cyril could nod, she reached out and gently tugged at the air in front of her. The surrounding green vines wriggled rapidly, widening the distance between the two.
She then crossed her arms over her chest and slightly bent her back.
Without a sound, pure white, ethereal feathers appeared behind her, densely overlapping and clustering to form a pair of enormous, slowly unfolding, ethereal wings.
As the wings slowly unfolded, Bernadette's body, like a piece of porcelain crumbling to the ground, cracked with countless fissures, large and small, making her appear shattered.
Between the cracks in her body, blackness, as if absorbing all light, continued to spread, from which grew one cold, indifferent eye after another, without eyelashes.
A hundred meters or so away, on the other side of a verdant forest, Cyril's eyes shone with starlight as he silently watched this scene, seemingly lost in thought.
In his eyes, the black on Bernadette was not a color, but the nothingness left after all information was gathered and absorbed, and those cold and indifferent eyes were a manifestation of the knowledge she possessed in reality.
As he gazed upon it, he saw a portion of knowledge seem to come alive, like a flood bursting its banks, surging into his mind.
He saw the story of the ugly duckling turning into a swan, a hundred ways to cook seafood, the pirate handbook of the "Dawn," and even living mathematical equations.
...If my former teachers had been this efficient in class, I would at least be a well-rounded, multi-talented individual with a foot in Tsinghua and Peking University and a hand in Harvard.
As his thoughts drifted, the knowledge that had come alive and rushed towards him seemed like a toy that had lost its battery, instantly falling silent. This brought clarity back to his somewhat chaotic mind.
This wasn't the shock of seeing incomplete mythical creature forms, but rather the overwhelming amount of knowledge flooding into my mind, which my brain's processing power couldn't handle.
After he had processed all the knowledge in his mind, Bernadette had returned to normal and appeared before him.
She glanced at Sirion curiously, then asked calmly:
"Did it work?"
Upon hearing this, Sirion immediately lowered his head and carefully examined the area.
He then shook his head somewhat awkwardly: "Uh...no."
Bernadette didn't seem to care, and simply said:
"You have one more chance. Even I can only use this ability twice a day at most."
After saying that, she widened the distance between them again, and pure white, ethereal feathers began to condense on her back.
This time, Cyril ignored the knowledge that had come back to life and was trying to find a sense of existence in its own mind, and watched Bernadette's every move intently.
A few seconds later, he felt a kind of illusory, spiritual heaviness.
Recording successful!
Call ~
He let out a soft breath and waved to Bernadette with a smile: "Looks like I'm in luck today."
Bernadette nodded slightly, without saying much, but the green vines that intertwined around her, forming a forest, shrank back by most of their length.
In the blink of an eye, he was back in his bedroom.
The next day, the clouds on the horizon were tinged with an orange-red hue in the evening.
Before Cyril could finish getting ready to leave, Emlyn arrived first and knocked on the door.
Emlyn looked him up and down, then nodded slightly.
"Your appearance is not bad. Let's go. We'll take a carriage to that important person's manor in the North District. It'll be around moonrise." Upon hearing this, Sirien raised an eyebrow: "What, am I actually attending a hidden matchmaking party? There are appearance requirements?"
Emlyn tilted his chin up almost imperceptibly:
"Heh... Since the Second Age, we vampires have been synonymous with handsome and beautiful."
"So?" Sirion asked curiously.
Emlyn stated matter-of-factly, "That's why we don't like guys who are too ugly."
Cyril:
They're obsessed with looks, and it's an entire race... So, is Lilith also obsessed with looks?
Hmm... thinking about it carefully, none of the gods who were on good terms with him were actually ugly.
Composing himself, he followed Emlyn into the carriage.
After nearly an hour's journey, the carriage finally stopped in front of a manor near the outskirts of the northern district.
Led by Emlyn, Cyril entered the hall of the luxurious three-story villa.
There was already a middle-aged gentleman waiting there, dressed in a well-fitting tuxedo and bow tie, with meticulously styled hair, good looks, and a very elegant demeanor.
He came to greet Cyril the moment he followed Emlyn into the hall.
Under Cyril's gaze, he completely ignored Emlyn, who had been leading the way, and stopped in front of him, offering a polite yet insincere smile:
"This must be Mr. Sirion. Hello, I am Casimi Audra, a baron and the grandson of the Marquis of Nibais."
"My grandfather, Marquis Nibais, is the one you are meeting today. I will now take you to see him."
After saying that, he very gentlemanly turned his body slightly to the side and made a gesture of invitation.
After Cyril nodded in greeting, he walked ahead with a smile, subtly pushing Emlyn aside.
Xi Ruien silently took in this scene, feeling as if she were watching a palace drama.
As he passed Emlyn, he smiled at him and whispered:
"You'll probably wait for me here, right? After all, I'm the guest you brought."
Emlyn nodded with a dark expression: "Of course."
Although he didn't want to stay here at all, because of his volunteer work at the Harvest Church, he was now the most famous vampire in Backlund, but unfortunately, not for a good reason.
He didn't want to interact with any vampires right now; those guys were either mocking him or waiting to mock him.
Led by Cassim Odra, Cyril walked through the dimly lit corridors and down the stairs, finally stopping in front of a tightly closed iron door.
"Please wait a moment."
As he spoke, Kasimi pulled out a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and then pushed it open forcefully.
Damn!
With a sharp sound, the iron gate was pushed open, revealing a spacious hall behind it, as large as a basketball court.
In the center of the hall, there was a half-covered, iron-black coffin.
Curious, Sirion approached and sensed a vibrant yet decaying life force emanating from the coffin.
As he approached, a hoarse, aged voice rang out from the coffin:
"Good evening, Mr. Sir Ryan. I'm very sorry, but I'm not in a position to meet you in person right now."
"Good evening, Marquis Nibais."
Although the other person was lying in a coffin and probably couldn't see his expression or movements, Sirion still bowed very respectfully and gave a brief greeting. Without much further pleasantries, he cut straight to the point:
"Marquis Nibais, I don't know why you want to see me. I don't seem to have any dealings with your vampires, um... except for Emlyn."
"But I see that he has been a volunteer at the Harvest Church for so long, and you don't seem to care about this matter."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nibais, lying in the coffin, sighed:
"Father Utravsky of the Harvest Church is a favorite of the 'Earth Mother Goddess.' Before we can ascertain the 'Earth Mother Goddess's' attitude, even if we want to, we dare not do anything, since Emlin has not been harmed in any way."
"The vampires of today no longer have the confidence to test the attitude of a true god, even if the seven gods reside high in the astral plane."
At this point, Nibais's tone suddenly became more serious:
"If this were the Fourth Age, under the protection of the 'Blood Moon Queen' and the 'Night Emperor,' which god's follower or confidant would dare treat a vampire like this!"
"Cough~ cough~"
After a series of rapid coughs, the breath inside the coffin seemed to weaken even further.
Cyril even suspected that the elderly marquis might suddenly die in front of him, causing him to be wanted by the entire vampire clan.
"Oh, please excuse my poor attempt to make a fool of myself. Let's get back to the main topic."
"The reason I want to see him is simple: I received a divine message from the progenitor."
Cyril: "Huh?!"