Chapter 603 – The Self-Consciousness of a Master Angler

Chapter 603 – The Self-Consciousness of a Master Angler

Dum-dum-dum.

The sudden knock on the door interrupted the brief moment of doubt the shadowy man had when he saw the ball of cotton, he immediately withdrew his gaze and turned his head to the direction the knock came from.

After briefly sensing the aura of the doorway, he took a step to the door and opened the padlock.

A man dressed in dark hooded robes, with half of his face hidden in the shadows of the hood, stood in the doorway, a little displeased with the slow opening of the door, “Why did it take so long to open the door?”

“I am not your servant, Dumont,” the shadowy man in the room frowned, clearly not in the best of moods, “Don’t take the saint’s momentary favoritism too seriously.”

“Think what you will, Richard, I’m just giving you a heads up,” the Annihilationist known as Dumont said lightly, “Don’t let fear dwell in your heart for too long, there’s been something wrong with you since you withdrew from the Dream of the Nameless One two days ago, your cautious trepidation and hesitant paranoia has caught the attention of the Saint, he has yet to hasn’t shown his displeasure, but if you stay like this, it will be harmful to our cause ……”

Before Dumont’s words had even fallen, the Annihilationist known as Richard snapped forward, nearly pressing that shadowy face directly in front of the other’s hood, “You could have gone in and tried it out as well, instead of staying in the safety of the real world and talking about this kind of sarcasm!”

“I’ll be there,” Dumont said with a bashful face, he didn’t mind at all in the face of the other party’s provocation and unkind attitude, he just calmly took half a step back, “Tonight, as the next batch of voters, I’ll be going into the Dream of the Nameless One with you.”

Richard finally put away the unkindness in his demeanor as he looked at the other party with some surprise, “The Saints have already decided to send the next batch of additional people? The plan has been advanced?”

“Otherwise? The situation you reported has been taken seriously, and now the Saints are aware of the emergence of a dangerous force against us in the Dream of the Nameless One, and know that there is another force that is making its move – news has also come from our ‘allies’, who seem to have long been fighting with the the other side,” Dumont spread his hands and shook his head, “Put away your whining and skepticism, I know you have encountered difficulties in your previous actions, but you are amongst your own kind, and the Holy Lord has blessed us.”

“…… Holy Lord bless us,” Richard finally exhaled softly, his face easing completely, “I was a little excited earlier.”

“Understandable, after all, you were wounded and in danger during your last operation, and these traumas can be quite mentally taxing,” Dumont said, glancing up behind Richard – there was a faint plume of smoke floating in the air, a An illusory transparent black chain floated in mid-air, and at the end of the chain, the “Death Bird” was somewhat depressed, landing on a nearby cabinet, obviously not in very good condition, “So you’re sure you don’t need to rest for two more days? With your current state, even if you miss an operation, everyone won’t have a problem with it.”

“No need,” Richard immediately shook his head, his eyes alert again, “Devotion to the Holy Lord is my greatest strength, and I will be in good shape by this night.”

“…… Since you are so firm, I will convey it to the saint,” Dumont nodded, “Also, since you do not intend to miss this night’s action, prepare yourself and proceed to the assembly hall before nightfall, the saint will announce something.”

Richard looked into the eyes of the man at the door and after a moment nodded, “Good.”

Dumont didn’t say anything else, but just took another half step back and silently watched the door of the room in front of him close, before a faint smile surfaced on the face that always maintained a calm and bland look, and he turned around and walked towards the depths of the ship’s corridor.

Another hooded, short and stout Annihilationist walked out from the shadows in the corner of the corridor, walking forward side by side with Dumont.

It was only after walking out for some distance that the Annihilationist named Dumont suddenly broke the silence, “Things aren’t looking too good for Richard, his demons are weakening, his spirit is losing its balance, and soon the Symbiotic Pact will drag him to his death – fate is closing in on this guy. ”

“It’s a fate of his own choosing, and the Profound will remember his sacrifice,” whispered another member of the congregation, “We’ll get back to that place of origin eventually, just sooner rather than later …… But I’m really curious about his mental imbalance Why is it so severe? Other people who have entered the Dream of the Nameless One have suffered all sorts of failures, and some have even been hit hard by the ‘erosion’ and left the dream in a near-death state, but none of them were in that bad of a mental state ……”

Dumont stopped his steps and looked back at the closed door of the room in the distance.

After a moment, he withdrew his sight and shook his head, “Heavy trauma and heavy trauma are not the same.”

He turned around and continued to walk forward, continuing nonchalantly as he did so, “Encountering erosion in the dream world, fighting to the brink of death with force, and coming back needing to do nothing more than recuperate with honor, but being beaten half to death with a dog by an underage girl in the dream world, screaming and falling out of bed – and that’s in the assembly hall, and having your memories retrieved on the spot by the Saints, that requires more than recuperation.”

After this paragraph, the two Annihilationists were uncharacteristically silent as they continued to walk forward slowly, and it was only after another while that the shorter, sturdier one muttered thoughtfully, “That’s terrible ……”

“…… Yeah, this is scary.”

Inside the cabin, Richard sat grimly on his bunk, listening to the voices in the corridor fade away, his expression becoming more grim with every second.

His symbiotic demon, the bird of death, was lying breathlessly on the low cupboard next to him, and the light mist released from this bird-type demon floated in mid-air as if it were substantial, and spread out in all directions, enhancing the “master’s” ability to perceive it.

But after a while, he still restrained the urge to continue releasing his senses, and was driven by reason to withdraw the power of the bird of death. He had to let himself and the contracted demons recover as soon as possible, and had to prove himself in the next action – the end of the cycle was approaching, the twilight of the world would soon come, whether the followers of the Profound could get a place in the unknown era after the era of the deep sea, the action in the “dream” would be crucial. Whether or not the followers of the Profound will be able to secure a place in the Unknown Age after the Age of the Deep will depend on their actions in that “dream world.

Proving oneself in that “dream world” will be the best shortcut to eternal glory.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, but his hand inadvertently touched something soft on the bed.

It was the same cotton.

Richard picked up the object with some confusion and raised his head to look around the not-so-spacious cabin, as if searching for the source of the inexplicable cotton.

Running out of the bedding?

He looked around the room and did not find the source of the cotton, and finally he came to the window and scratched his hair in some confusion.

Why should he care so much about a lump of cotton?

This Annihilationist wondered briefly, then shrugged – never mind, it’s just a lump of cotton, there’s no need to be so concerned.

He pulled back his chest shirt and felt around on his skin, finding a zipper and casually pulling it open before shoving the lump of cotton into the writhing flesh and blood.

A soft giggle suddenly came from the corner of the room, as if it were a five or six year old girl who was hiding inside a closet looking at the clumsy adult and letting out a soft scoff.

The tell-tale bird on the low cabinet seemed to have sensed something, but it only raised its head to glance suspiciously at the direction from which the sound came, and then lowered its head again.

……

“The rabbi found one of the cultists’ strongholds?”

Inside the captain’s room of the Radiant Star, Lucrecia was sitting in front of the dresser, the edge of the dresser mirror in front of her was jumping with an eerie green flame, the candlestick was burning quietly in front of the mirror, while her father’s voice was coming out from the mirror.

“Yes,” Lucrecia nodded at the mirror, “that stronghold is actually on a ship, and judging by the current state of affairs, they are not ‘hiding’ on the ship, but are in full control of that large ship, and there is a gathering of a A considerable number of Annihilationists …… That should be an important stronghold.”

“…… That rabbit has made a great achievement,” Duncan in the mirror nodded with a serious expression, his tone was not without emotion, “That gang of cultists are godly, never act in a high profile in the city state, and it is very difficult to capture them, I didn’t expect to find a gathering point this time. I didn’t expect to find a gathering point …… to hide on a ship this time, which is still really beyond our expectations.”

“The size of that ship is not small, and it seems to be a place dedicated to the preparation of all kinds of dark and bloody rituals, the rabbi smelled a strong smell of blood on the ship, that is the scent of the residue of many sacrifices – this kind of ship certainly has no way to dock in the city-state like a normal ship, and the scent of the residue of dark rituals can’t be hidden from the church, so there must still be a supply port behind it ……”

Listening to Lucrecia’s analysis, Duncan in the mirror began to think, and after a while, he suddenly asked, “The rabbi is still hiding on the ship? Will it be discovered?”

“It’s very good at hiding, unless it actively goes head-to-head with some of the higher-ranking religious on the ship, such as with that ‘saint’, it won’t be exposed under normal circumstances,” Lucrecia said, “It’s a shadow from the spirit world that It can hide in human emotions and perceptions, and on that ship, the environment itself, filled with negative vibes, is its best cover.”

“Good,” Duncan nodded, “then let the rabbi remain in hiding, do not make contact with that ‘saint’ and gather as much information as possible.”

His original plan was to have the rabbi construct the mirror ritual as soon as he found the cultists’ hideout, so that he himself could ‘descend’ on the scene, then teleport his followers over there before the cultists were all dead, and then beat the cultists up, beating them until they were unconscious, before their symbiotic demons killed themselves, to see how much they could be captured. Then they beat the cultists, beating them to unconsciousness before their symbiotic demons kill themselves, and see how many of them they can catch in the end.

The whole plan was very concise and efficient and had been highly approved by Vanna.

But now it seems that …… Rabbi found this “big fish” is bigger than everyone imagined, then naturally can not be so simple and rough to solve the problem.

As an expert angler, he had to put the line a little longer.

(End of chapter)