OBS Chapter 320 An Encounter with Alger
Chapter 320 An Encounter with Alger
Chapter 320 An Encounter with Alger
With each burst of flames from Raoul's body, Cyril felt a strange power surge into his own body, strengthening him in every way.
This is a Sequence 5 level judgment; if the enemy violates the rules you set, you will be strengthened.
Sensing that the power bestowed upon him had reached its limit, Sirion immediately clenched his fist, leaned forward, and swung his arm.
"die!"
As he threw a punch, a transparent afterimage appeared out of thin air in front of Raoul and slammed into his chest.
boom!
With a dull thud, Raoul's body twisted into a pale yellow paper figure and shattered instantly.
As if anticipating this, Cyril sidestepped and pushed forward with his hand: "Imprisonment!"
A layer of flowing, extremely viscous, transparent liquid appeared out of thin air, forming a giant transparent amber in the air in front of him.
Inside the transparent amber, Raoul's figure subtly emerged.
As soon as he appeared, he was frozen in place, unable to even activate his spirituality.
Raoul's face instantly turned panicked: "Impossible! I didn't even make eye contact with you! When did you plant this psychological suggestion in me?"
Cyril did not respond. His face expressionless, he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and pushed forward, saying in a deep voice, "Death!"
boom!
Raoul's face turned deathly pale instantly, his eyes bulged out, his body hunched over, and a fist-sized dent appeared in his chest.
However, because he was "imprisoned," he remained standing and did not retreat an inch.
"I...I am a member of the Twilight Mane Legion of Fussac, you cannot..."
Cyril interrupted him: "That's why I sealed this place off in advance."
"No one will notice the problem until you become a corpse."
As he spoke, he casually flicked his right hand: "Whip!"
An invisible force materialized into a soft whip that lashed at Raoul, tearing his clothes apart, tearing his flesh open, and exposing his bones.
"Hiss...you...no..."
"Whip it!"
"Whip..."
After repeatedly swinging his right hand, leaving enough wounds on Raoul, he raised his hand again, clenched his fist, and swung it forward.
"die!"
bang~
Raoul's chest exploded with flesh and blood, and after his body twitched twice, he completely lost his life.
Clang!
A gold coin was tossed into the air by Cyril and then fell back into his hand.
After completing a simple capture, he looked thoughtfully at the mangled corpse on the floor.
A few seconds later, the corpse lying quietly on the ground suddenly moved, the bloody wounds on its body disappeared, and then a doll fell off its body, crashed to the ground, and shattered into pieces.
Boom!
A thick bolt of silver lightning struck down, and before Raoul's newly revived corpse could move, his chest was charred black and he fell into a state of paralysis.
The lightning that struck did not disappear immediately, but instead broke into countless tiny electric snakes that darted around Raoul's body, intensifying the paralysis.
He then clenched his right fist again and swung it forward.
"die!"
bang~
Raoul's charred chest caved in again, with streaks of blood seeping out.
Cyril took a step back, his eyes reflecting an illusory, ever-turning book.
call out!call out!
Fine wind blades instantly formed and shot forward, slicing through Raoul's throat and chest.
After doing all that, he looked up at the door and then turned around.
Sparkling starlight flew out from the void, quickly outlining a shimmering, illusory gate.
Outside the room, the secretary, who had been knocking on the door without receiving a response, suddenly changed his expression. He smelled a faint scent of blood coming from behind the door.
He took a step back, clenched his right fist, his muscles bulging, and then swung it out violently.
boom!
He violently broke open the door, slamming it against the wall with a loud clang.
In the perfectly intact room, without the slightest damage, Raoul lay supine in the center of the floor, beneath him a pool of blood slowly flowing.
The secretary who burst through the door saw this scene and her pupils contracted, as if she were seeing not a corpse, but the end of her own career.
"Colonel!"
"Quickly, inform the city lord's mansion and the military headquarters that the colonel has been assassinated."
In a bay bar near the pier, Randolph Carter sat at the bar, quietly sipping his Zunia Blood.
There wasn't a single customer around him; even ordering had to be done by calling the bartender from his seat.
Randolph leaned back against the bar, thoroughly enjoying the quiet.
"No wonder Randolph Carter was a painter infamous at sea; he could keep pirates within five meters of him."
"This kind of reputation is quite useful."
He muttered something under his breath, and subconsciously reached out to touch his hair, but found nothing.
A moment later, a familiar figure stepped into the bar and went straight to the bar stool in front of the counter, sitting down: "A glass of Sonia Blood Wine, his treat."
The bartender froze for a moment when he saw Sirion suddenly come over to order, specifically asking "Painter" Randolph Carter to pay for his meal. He didn't even dare to breathe.
Fearing that Randolph Carter might suddenly turn on him and kill the innocent bartender as well.
There have been many rumors like this at sea lately: the ruthless and powerful "Painter" Randolph Carter likes to kill people while drinking in bars.
Since news of Randolph Carter's appearance on Sonia Island spread, the bar's business has been much quieter these past few days.
As the bartender pondered how to extricate himself from the impending conflict, Randolph Carter, leaning against the bar, suddenly spoke up: "Two drinks, and I'll have one too."
As he spoke, several gold Horns were accurately tossed into his hand.
The bartender nodded and smiled instinctively: "Okay, please wait a moment."
Soon, the bartender placed two glasses of Zunya Blood Wine, which was a deep red color like viscous blood, in front of the two people respectively.
Cyril picked up his glass, took a sip of the drink, paused for a moment, and then took a big gulp.
He let out a long breath and looked at Cheryl, who was disguised as Randolph Carter, beside him, asking, "Do you sell the potion recipe for 'Ocean Singer'?"
Randolph Carter elegantly took a sip of his drink, then smiled and said, "Normally I don't sell them, but I can do you a favor."
"Since you're so efficient, I'll give you a discount; 4000 pounds will do."
Cyril nodded: "No problem, I'll contact you when I've thought it through."
After saying that, he downed the drink in his glass and turned to walk towards the bar's door.
He was just there to let Cheryl know that he had completed his mission to assassinate Colonel Fursack.
As for why Cheryl would disguise herself as the "painter" Randolph Carter and stay in the bar...
This was his request. His identity had already attracted significant attention from official forces at sea, and if he were to disappear at this particular time, it could very likely lead people to associate the death of Colonel Fussack with him.
As he approached the bar entrance, he saw someone who looked somewhat familiar walking towards him.
He was a man with deep-set features and a rugged appearance.
His skin was bronze, but it was different from that of the sea natives and the people of the southern continent, as if it were the result of a pure Rune person being exposed to the sun and rain all year round.
With her deep blue, seaweed-like hair, she resembled the natives of Sonia Island and seemed to have some elven blood.
As Sirion sized up the other person, a blue-haired mixed-race individual with what appeared to be elven blood, walking towards him, was also curiously observing him.
Both of them felt that the other was somewhat familiar, but they couldn't remember where they had met before.
After observing for a moment, Cyril looked away, and the two passed each other.
After leaving the bar, he took out a gold Horn from his pocket and flicked it into the air with a clang.
After glancing at the result, he confirmed that the other party was indeed an acquaintance he had seen before, but the other party's appearance made him feel somewhat unfamiliar.
He closed his eyes, raised his hand to gently rub his forehead, and images flashed through his mind.
He quickly spotted a blurry figure: the "Hanged Man" from the Tarot Club, the captain of the "Azure Avenger," Alger.
...It's quite a coincidence that "The Hanged Man" Alger has ended up on Sonia Island.
If turning back now weren't so obviously deliberate, I'd really like to have a drink with him; this is one of the few offline meetups we've had with the Tarot Club.
Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Wait a minute, Cheryl is still disguised as "the painter" Randolph Carter in the bar, while "The Hanged Man" must have some suspicions about my identity. And that's when they meet...
He quickly turned around and walked back to the bar behind him.
At that moment in the bar, Alger's pupils contracted slightly when he saw Randolph Carter, the "painter," sitting at the bar counter, before he calmly walked over.
"A glass of rye beer."
"2 pence."
After receiving the beer from the bartender, Alger sat down in the spot where Sirion had been sitting. His gaze swept over Randolph Carter beside him, and he was about to speak when he suddenly froze.
Due to the characteristics of the "sailor" route, he is very sensitive to the hierarchy of those in high positions.
Although Randolph Carter beside him did not display any imposing presence, he inexplicably felt the same way he had when facing "Godsonger" Ace Snake and "Aquaman" Yon Cortman.
...This is definitely not my imagination, nor is it the kind of pressure that comes from magical objects, but rather a quality that naturally emanates from a true high-sequence individual.
But how is that possible?
The "Fate" in the Tarot meeting should currently be at Sequence 6, just like me. At most, he might have advanced to Sequence 5 this week, but that's definitely not something that could make me feel uneasy.
Could it be that "Fate" and the "painter" Randolph Carter who recently appeared at sea are not the same person?
A jumble of thoughts raced through his mind. He brought the glass of liquor to his lips and gulped down a large mouthful.
The cool liquor slid down his esophagus into his stomach, and feeling his mind clearer, he said in a familiar tone, "I heard there was a major incident in Backlund, and quite a few people died?"
Randolph Carter glanced at Alger, who had spoken to him, tilted his head slightly, and said with a thoughtful expression, "Are you the captain of the ghost ship that operates in the Sunia Sea?"
Before Alger could answer, he continued, "Not just a few, but a great many."
"According to the latest statistics in the newspaper, more than 15000 people died directly in the smog that day in Backlund, and the subsequent spread of the plague took away more than 30000 lives."
"This is only what's been reported; given the habits of those sleazy politicians, the number is at least doubled, or even more."
"If this were on Sonia Island, it could wipe a city off the map."
Alger chuckled and continued, "But that's Backlund. There will be a steady stream of people pouring in to make up for these casualties."
As he spoke, he kept glancing at Randolph Carter, the "painter" who was putting immense pressure on him.
...His way of speaking doesn't fit the habits of "fate," could it be that I'm overthinking it?
As he pondered, he saw the person he had just brushed past at the bar entrance reappear inside the bar.
He then sat directly on the high chair between himself and Randolph Carter.
"A cup of Sonia blood wine is still on his tab."
The bartender glanced at Randolph beside him, and seeing him nod, he replied to Cyril, "Okay, please wait a moment."
Soon, a glass of Sonia Blood Wine was placed on the bar in front of Sirien.
Randolph Carter looked at him with a smile: "What, you've already decided to buy the Ocean Singer's potion recipe so quickly?"
...Ocean Singer?
Alger, who was about to leave the bar, paused, tilting his head back to drink while listening intently.
Cyril chuckled and shook his head: "It's not that fast. I just think the Sonia Blood Wine here is really good, and I'd like to have another glass."
Randolph Carter calmly replied, "I have the recipe for Sonia Blood Wine. If you'd like, I can copy it down for you, and you can brew as much as you want to drink in the future."
Cyril paused in his drinking, then chuckled, "I thought you were going to offer me a bottle of wine."
Randolph Carter shook his head slightly: "As Emperor Roselle said, 'Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.'"
Seeing that Sirion's expression seemed to freeze, he explained, "Emperor Roselle meant that teaching him survival skills would be a more effective way to help him than simply giving him food."
Xi Ruien nodded with a smile... In a sense, the Emperor was quite successful.
Life always seems to throw out a line like "As Emperor Russell said..." that catches you off guard.
Lost in thought, he casually asked, "You seem to greatly admire Emperor Roselle?"
Randolph Carter nodded readily: "Yes."
"Emperor Rosell was a true strongman, a great man, in every sense of the word."
"If only I had half the wisdom and methods of Emperor Roselle..."
Cyril didn't continue the conversation. He silently finished his drink and stood up from the bar stool. "Thank you for the two drinks today. I really enjoyed them."
After saying that, he turned and left the bar. As for Alger, he had already left the bar area during their conversation.
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