OBS Chapter 295 Psychic Communication
Chapter 295 Psychic Communication
Chapter 295 Psychic Communication
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Unable to dodge, the arsonist's throat was severed by the drawing paper.
He tilted his head to look at Sirion, opened his mouth and spat out blood, making a few hoarse sounds before falling silent completely.
After confirming that the other party had no signs of life, Sirien approached, dragged the corpse back to the depths of the alley, and teleported back to the temporary inn with the charred body.
Shortly after he left, several tall figures wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, carrying broadswords, and armed with firearms appeared here.
They followed the marks on the ground to the end of the alley and saw that the surrounding walls and the ground had been slashed by sharp blades, scorched by flames, and violently pulverized into a "spider web" pattern.
The leader, a dark-skinned man over 2.2 meters tall carrying a broadsword, frowned, looked around, and said in a deep voice, "At least three, and most likely more extraordinary individuals in a chaotic battle."
"With less than a minute left in the battle, the victor must possess extraordinary abilities such as teleportation or storage to be able to take away so many corpses out of thin air."
A dark-haired woman, around 1 years old and nearly 8 meters tall, dressed in men's clothing, frowned and said, "Could it be Randolph Carter, the painter who just arrived in Nash?"
"He is powerful enough, and he has the means to teleport and blink."
The leading man shook his head slightly: "He signed a contract with Archbishop Igrove, so he shouldn't be able to kill people on his own initiative in the Gargas Islands."
"Perhaps these people are after his bounty?"
"Perhaps..." The leading man nodded almost imperceptibly, then asked, "Can you find out anything from the spirits nearby?"
The black-haired woman frowned and shook her head: "No, there isn't a single natural spirit or undead around here. They might have been driven away by the extraordinary beings in battle beforehand, or they might have been dealt with casually during the fight."
The leading man nodded, then instructed, "Split into two groups. You two follow the trail here to trace the source, while I'll investigate the 'painter' who came to Nass seeking inspiration."
Teleporting back to the inn where he was staying, Sirien casually tossed the two corpses aside and then set up a spiritual wall in the room to isolate the inside from the outside.
He then pulled out a scroll from his suitcase, visualized the ritual depicted in the painting through his imagination, and then took out the crystal ball made of glass and began to attempt spiritual communication.
A candle flame, tinged with a ghostly green, flickered in the swirling, chilly wind. Amidst the crisscrossing flames, a transparent, lifeless spirit gradually emerged in the air.
He was the extraordinary one who was stabbed through the chest and then burned to death by his own companion with a giant fireball.
Cyril looked the other's spirit up and down, then asked, "What is your identity?"
The transparent spirit floating in mid-air replied in a wisp of voice, as if in a dream, "Aiden Brunson... a Furstack intelligence agent at sea."
Why did you attack me?
"I need enough fame to join the fleet of the King of the Five Seas; killing or defeating you is the fastest and best option."
"..." After a moment of silence, Sirion continued, "What inheritance do you have?"
"I own a property in Trier."
After answering the three questions, the psychic session ended, and Aiden Bronson's spirit naturally disappeared before Cyril's eyes.
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No, don't go, bro! I haven't even asked how I'm going to inherit your estate yet...
With a sigh, he could only turn his gaze to the corpse of the "arsonist," and the crystal ball shimmered with brilliant, pure starlight.
Soon, the transparent and ethereal spirit of the "arsonist" appeared before him.
After a brief pause, he asked the same question as before: "Your identity."
The spirit before him stared blankly at him, then uttered in a dreamlike voice, "Sailor, Shipbreaker, from the Newins."
"Vice Admiral Deep Sea's" men, I think I know why they targeted me the moment we met... Composing himself, he asked again, "What's your relationship with Aiden Brunson?"
"I just met a friend, he's very capable, and I'd like to recruit him into the 'Deep Sea Admiral's' team."
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Where is "Vice Admiral Deep Sea" now?
"The captain and the 'Newins' sailed to Sonia Island."
After answering the three questions, the spirit of "Ship Destroyer" Sel quickly faded and disappeared in mid-air.
With a soft exhale, Sirion dismissed the psychic ritual conjured from the painting, then looked at the two corpses lying casually on the floor.
"Although we can no longer communicate with spirits, we can still use divination and find out where they are staying in Nath."
"This reckless shipbreaker was likely corrupted by Aiden Brunson without his knowledge, which is why he made impulsive and irrational choices."
"As for Aiden himself, he's far too confident."
"Or perhaps he has some understanding of the Recorder, knowing that the Recorder's extraordinary recording abilities are limited. That's why he made a wrong judgment after seeing me use only a powerful but not particularly sophisticated trick to teach that bearded man a lesson in the bar, and thus dared to follow me directly."
"His initial goal was probably just to track and probe, but he didn't expect me to ambush them instead."
"I still don't know enough information. I don't know if the sequence preceding 'the recorder' is 'the astrologer.' Even relying solely on spiritual intuition, I can detect this superficial trace."
As he whispered, a gold coin was flicked out with a clang, spun a few times in mid-air, and then fell back into his hand.
"My feud with Vice Admiral Deepsea is now officially over, but he probably won't come after me in his ship directly. At most, he'll issue a warrant for my arrest and pursue me to appease his pirate crew."
He put the gold coins and crystal ball back into his pocket, then looked at the two corpses on the floor, their extraordinary properties already revealed.
A crimson object resembling a heart, and a black pocket watch inlaid with gold.
That "heart," possessing the extraordinary characteristics of an "arsonist," was slowly expanding and contracting, with tiny, almost invisible flames spewing out from the small pores on its surface.
The pocket watch is a magical item formed by the combination of Aiden Brunson's own characteristics and the items he possesses.
Cyril took out the crystal ball and performed a simple divination, then figured out its effects and negative impacts.
It can distort the direction and target of attacks, as well as the meaning of language, actions, and intentions, thereby constructing a certain order that is beneficial to itself.
Its negative impact is that it gradually corrupts the minds of everyone around us, including ourselves, making people dark and greedy, easily inciting conflicts and causing disputes.
Strong liquor can suppress and eliminate this effect to some extent. The best option is to soak it in alcohol when not in use and drink a glass of strong liquor after each use.
"How much must one love drinking to leave such an effect on a magical artifact formed after death?"
"But it's much better than the gauntlets left behind by 'The Great Shark' Jörg. All I need to do is carry a jug of strong liquor to use them properly."
"Let's call you an alcoholic then."
No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knocking sound on the door.
Sirion glanced at the doorway and silently activated his spiritual vision, whereupon he saw a cluster of silvery-white spiritual light.
He turned his gaze back to the two corpses on the floor, pondered for a moment, then threw them into the mirror world behind the mirror. He then interfered with divination and spiritual intuition once more before opening the door.
Outside the gate stood a man carrying a broadsword, over 2.2 meters tall, with dark skin, a completely different complexion from the local pale-skinned natives.
Cyril even felt that if all the people of Nath stood together, he would be the most conspicuous one.
He withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and calmly asked, "Is there something you need?"
The tall man's gaze swept over his head, scanning the room before finally lingering briefly on the roaring stove.
...You're only a head taller than me, that's a bit rude of you.
As he was internally complaining, the other person took out an ID card from his pocket and handed it to him: "I am the police chief of the nearby police station. There was a vicious fight and murder in Nas City today. I have come to remind you tourists to be careful when you go out and not to go to dangerous places."
Cyril nodded politely: "Okay, I understand. Thank you for reminding me."
He paused, and just as the other person was about to turn away, he suddenly asked, "Sheriff, which places are you referring to as dangerous?"
After asking the question, he saw the expression on the face of the official extraordinary person who was pretending to be a sheriff to test him stiffen for a moment, and a helpless look flashed in his eyes as he turned to look at him, solemnly reminding him: "The docks are full of all sorts of bars and casinos, secluded and deep alleys, deserted beaches, and sea areas that have deviated from safe shipping lanes."
"These are places where pirates and gangs are active; it's best to avoid them if possible."
After saying that, without waiting for Xireen to ask any more questions, he turned around and strode towards the stairwell at the end of the corridor.
Before the other person could disappear from her sight, Cyril hurriedly closed the door; she couldn't let the warmth from the fireplace escape.
"His last words were a wish that I wouldn't go to those places, that I would stay quietly, and that I would leave quietly."
"Or do you still hope I go to those places, preferably to clash with the local gangs and pirates, and even help them wipe out some of the gangs and pirates in Naszagen?"
He muttered something to himself, then walked to the mirror in the room and pressed his hand against it.
The next second, a pale blue light spread out, and a blurry, illusory door with no real substance suddenly appeared before them.
In the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, a tall man carrying a broadsword met up with another team member who was waiting for him downstairs.
The team member, sporting a neat buzz cut and standing over two meters tall, looked at the broadsword-wielding man striding towards him and asked in a low voice, "Captain, have you found anything?"
The man with the broadsword shook his head.
"Let's go back and talk about it first."
In the dock area, in a row of connected residential buildings near the seafood market.
The restaurant's glass windows, covered in a layer of white frost, suddenly darkened, and ripples of deep blue spread across the watery surface, forming an illusory doorway in front of the windows.
Cyril leaped out from behind the "door," looked around, then glanced at the extinguished fireplace and rubbed his fingers together lightly.
call!
The extinguished wood in the fireplace instantly ignited into a crimson flame.
This is the secret base of the "Deep Sea Admiral" pirate crew in Nas, mainly responsible for collecting and transmitting intelligence, and also serving as a channel for selling stolen goods.
Because he has two stealth ships under his command, and "Vice Admiral" himself is a Sequence 5 of the "Sailor" pathway, his pirate crew not only plunders cargo ships and passenger ships, but also frequently salvages shipwrecks on the seabed and explores underwater ruins.
Although they don't always succeed, they enjoy it immensely.
This is a risk-free business, and once it yields results, it earns more than a single robbery.
Their greatest discovery was finding two stealthy ships in an ancient underwater ruin, which are now the "Newines" and "Black Octopus" in the "Admiral Deepsea" fleet.
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