madnovel Chapter 230 The Red Priest's Tablet
Chapter 230 The Red Priest's Tablet
Chapter 230 The Red Priest's Tablet
With a smile, Sirion pushed the "ghost picture frame" forward a little:
"How about it? Isn't this gift nice?"
"It contains the extraordinary characteristics of a 'gatekeeper,' giving it the potential to harbor your evil spirit body."
"This is much easier than waiting for a 'gatekeeper' to deliver the goods to your door. You just need to find another ordinary person who accidentally wanders in, and you can leave this underground ruin directly."
Medici spoke from his two mouths on his left and right cheeks respectively:
"I smell a conspiracy."
"Amon is just as despicable as Adam!"
"Why don't we just kill him? He's not even a demigod yet, so it only takes a little effort..."
"agree."
Cyril didn't pay attention to what the two mouths were saying, after all, Medici was the leader among the three of them.
Seeing that Medici remained silent, he raised an eyebrow and said:
"Are you afraid of being confronted by Amon, so you dare not accept this gift?"
"Heh...that's interesting." Medici leaned back in his chair with a relaxed and casual air, and said in a leisurely tone:
"I am not only the most notorious troublemaker, but also the most powerful schemer for a very long time since the Third Age!"
"So you might as well be more honest and communicate with me. That way, I can consider whether or not to agree to your conditions. After all, everyone's time is precious."
Cyril raised an eyebrow and asked in return:
"Does it mean that the time you spend sitting in a chair daydreaming and acting crazy every day is precious?"
Medici shook his head slightly: "No, I mean that as an evil spirit, the time I can maintain my clarity and rationality is very precious."
As he spoke, cracks suddenly appeared on his body, spewing out scorching flames, crimson lightning, and frost.
Fog and other things that evoke a sense of destruction and devastation.
Influenced by him, the entire underground ruins turned crimson, and countless slender shadows swayed and flickered on the ground and walls, full of malice, like evil ghosts and vengeful spirits that might pounce on you at any moment to suck your bones and marrow.
Medici's three faces opened and closed repeatedly, uttering different but equally shrill and unpleasant words, like the shrieks of a vengeful ghost.
Cyril scrutinized his surroundings without blinking, feeling the strands of hair and the corners of his clothes being lifted by the scorching air, and the sweat that had just seeped onto his forehead and was now evaporating.
A few breaths later, he suddenly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.
He successfully recorded the abilities displayed by the evil spirit Medici, abilities at the demigod level.
...I still need to digest the potion as soon as possible, otherwise recording only the abilities of a demigod will not be enough.
Medici's voice quickly interrupted his thoughts:
"It seems you've successfully 'recorded' this ability. Now, can you give me the little crow's 'ghost picture frame'?"
"Of course, it was originally brought as a gift for you."
Cyril nodded happily and tossed the "ghost frame" in his hand over.
Medici reached out and caught the picture, then suddenly turned the frame so that the painting depicting the gloomy castle was facing him.
A layer of darkness quietly descended, just between him and the "ghost frame".
On the other side of the "black curtain," Medici's voice, tinged with a slight chuckle and sounding quite pleased, drifted over:
"Oh, you're quite cautious. Not bad. If you were under my command, you could barely be considered a competent soldier."
After a two-second silence, Cyril, maintaining the "black curtain" in front of him, asked:
"I remember you also have a blasphemous card made by Roselle, the Red Priest card. Could I have it too?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Medici's two mouths on his cheeks began to answer:
"No."
"Even though this thing is useless to me, I just don't want to give it to you."
"Unless... you beg me."
"Or you can shout it out loud right now: Medici is an idiot."
Haha~
"Shut up!"
Medici frowned and cursed under his breath. His two somewhat ethereal mouths on his cheeks suddenly closed tightly, as if they were being held firmly by an invisible hand.
Having temporarily suppressed the consciousness of Sauron and Einhorn, Medici spoke again:
"Of course, but that's at a different price."
Cyril frowned slightly: "'Ghost Frame' is more than just an extraordinary ability that can be casually displayed."
A sudden burst of crimson flames silently burned away the "black curtain" that stood between the two.
Medici held the "ghostly picture frame" that supposedly absorbed spirits upright on his lap, facing him, his chin resting lightly on the top of the frame, and said with a half-smile:
"But you're here to have me dispose of the stolen goods, aren't you?"
"You believe there's a conspiracy planted by Amon on this painting frame, and you're worried that if you just find any extraordinary person to handle it, it will eventually end up back in your hands, so you thought of coming to me."
"I'm helping you out of your troubles, and logically I should charge for my services, but I'm being generous."
He emphasized the word "generosity" in his tone.
Cyril's lips twitched slightly. : No wonder he was once the most famous challenger; every word he utters is provocative.
He paused, carefully choosing his words, and said, "I'll add one more message for you."
"Recently, there was a deal in Rune involving the 'Conqueror' trait, between the Rune royal family and the Witch Cult."
"If you can find them and intervene in time, you might become a Sequence 1 Archangel directly."
Medici answered his own question:
"Is this why you brought me the 'ghost picture frame'?"
"As expected of Adam's little follower, it's quite reasonable; I can't even think of a reason to refuse."
"So?" Sirion gestured forward, reaching out his hand.
The next second, a playing card the size of a poker card landed in his hand.
The front of the card depicts Emperor Roselle, clad in full crimson armor with a matching cloak tied behind him. Behind him stands a disciplined, majestic, and unified army, like a crimson torrent.
In the upper left corner of the card was a line of small text written in Old Fussack:
Sequence 0: The Red Priestess!
A strange glint flashed in Sirion's eyes; he was somewhat surprised by Medici's decisiveness.
Medici, sitting in a high-backed chair stained with rust, chuckled softly:
"This thing is of no use to me, neither for complete potion recipes and rituals, nor for using it to sense the effects of extraordinary materials."
"I know the former myself, and the latter is not as effective as the aggregation effect brought about by my own position."
Cyril nodded slightly, then Gounon said, "In that case, I feel like I'm at a bit of a loss."
"How about you give me a few more of the extraordinary traits you don't want?"
"roll!"
This time, Medici, Soren, and Einhorn's consciousness were united like never before.
A brutal tone, accompanied by waves of scorching red fire, surged towards Sirion.
He lowered his eyes, and a phantom book, slowly turning its pages, was reflected in them.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, dazzling starlight suddenly swirled around him, weaving into a phantom gate of shimmering starlight.
After a brief interval, the crimson waves of fire shattered and submerged the illusory gate formed by the condensation of starlight.
In less than two seconds, all the heat and flames vanished, and the hall of ruins returned to silence. Only Medici Soren Einhorn sat back in a rusty high-backed chair, holding a framed painting, lost in thought.
The wounds on his cheeks, stretching from the corners of his mouth to his ears, suddenly split open, and from them grew illusory teeth and tongues. Then, the voices of Soren and Einhorn rang out one after the other:
"He wants to use us to sabotage the deal between the Rune royal family and the witch cult."
"Idiot, do you even need to tell me?"
"What we really need to worry about is what role Adam and Amon played in this."
Medici curled the corners of his lips and said disdainfully:
"Are these things really that important? Are you afraid to go out just because there's a conspiracy waiting for you outside?"
With Medici speaking out, Soren and Einhorn began to unite against a common enemy:
"Foolish fellow, of course it's important. If it weren't for that conspiracy, we wouldn't be in this state, trapped in these dark and hopeless ruins for thousands of years."
"Sauron is right. We may have survived once as evil spirits, but that doesn't mean we'll have to do it a second time."
"There's another problem. As evil spirits, we don't have much time or energy to maintain our sanity. Once we leave this ruin, this situation will become even worse."
"That painting is ultimately not a true 'gatekeeper.' Although it allows us to exist outside the ruins, how much power can it truly exert?"
"We need to be careful, we need to think, foolish Medici!"
Medici's lips curled into a mocking smile as he said leisurely:
"So, after careful consideration, have you decided to leave, or stay here?"
Soren and Einhorn answered in the same order:
"leave!"
"Get out of here!"
"So what were you two idiots thinking about just now? How could you properly highlight your stupidity?"