119 Unlock (1/2)

Chapter 119: Unlock

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

The silver moon was not there tonight. Only a couple of starts could be seen.

Standing in front of the window, Lucien looked out of the curtain and felt a bit disappointed, since his Blessing couldn’t be fully activated without the silver moon. Tonight only his speed and agility could reach a knight level, but his physical strength would not be as good as when the moon was out.

”At least I can still see some stars, or I wouldn’t even be able to calculate the coordinate of the entrance of the magic lock.” Lucien comforted himself, ”And it’s safer to hide in the dark without the moonlight.”

According to the ancient script he had read before, the entrance of the magic lock called Grand Cross kept changing its location every ten minutes together with the continuously moving stars, until the sun rose up.

Around eleven at night, Lucien put on his hooded black robe.

Pulling up the hood, when he was about to sneak out of the room through the window, he suddenly felt a bit hesitant: the poem, the script and the two visitors all came to him together, almost at the same time, which was such a coincidence that made him suppose this might actually be a trap.

At first Lucien thought that the brother and sister were sent by the Church to test him, however, after knowing from Rhine that the Church was too busy recently to deal with matters such as those, and after seeing the dozen mysterious visitors in this small town, he felt the story about the magic ruins was quite suspicious.

”Should I take the risk?” Lucien asked himself silently in his mind. After all, it would take him six to seven months to get to Sturk, therefore, he still had enough time to find another way to get the Silver Moon potion and, obviously, the magic ruins was not Lucien’s only chance to collect the materials he needed.

However, very soon Lucien made up his mind. He had a foreboding through his host star when Rhine was talking to him the other night. He had a feeling that something significant was going to happen, and if he could not be powerful enough to protect himself before that happened, he would probably die.

Also, Lucien had so many questions in his mind: who was the author of the poem? Who was the original owner of the script? Was it possible that the legendary archmage known as ”the Prophet” who wrote Astrology and Magic Elements left anything special in the lock because he forecast something important?

Lucien’s curiosity became dominant over his concerns. He gently jumped out of the window and landed agilely outside.

...

In order to save his strength, Lucien moved a bit slower. It took him an hour to get to the small town close to Massawa, called Bonn.

Bonn was a remote town sitting beside the Dark Mountain Range. Occasionally, a few musicians and painters would visit it, but most of the time it had no visitors.

Lucien was quite surprised to find that, when he secretly arrived at the small town, the only tavern there was still busy. He could hear that lots of people were still chatting in many different accents.

...

In one of the rooms on the second floor of the tavern, Sala and Lilith were looking at each other with their eyebrows frowned.

”What shall we do now?” Lilith asked, ”I thought only Mr. Evans figured out the secret of the manuscript, but why are there so many visitors here in Bonn?”

”I’m guessing…” Sala sighed, ”the manuscript we have is not complete, and it might not be the only one. They might have the complete version.”

”That makes sense, after all, we got the manuscript from…” Lilith nodded and switched the topic, ”What if there’re sorcerers and knights among them?”

”I’m not sure.” Sala looked downwards, as if he was trying to see the people downstairs through the floor, ”At least I know these macular guys bragging just now are no more than a bunch of adventurers.”

”Then, are we still going tomorrow?” Lilith looked hesitant.

Sala did not answer her question immediately. After a while he sighed, ”We’ll wait and see. I mean, we don’t have to, and we also can’t compete with them. I feel there’s something wrong going on here.” Although Sala sensed something wrong, his desire forced him to stay.

”All right.” Lilith nodded. ”The entrance of the ruins will exist for twelve hours anyway.”

...

At the same time, Lucien was standing under the window of Sala and Lilith’s room, leaning against the wall and calculating the coordinates of the entrance.

Because that was a magic lock of legendary level, lots of parameters were required. It took Lucien more than half an hour to figure out the numbers.

The calculation consumed Lucien so much energy that made him dizzy. Luckily, there was still a while before the magic lock started to be activated, so Lucien just sat on the ground quietly in the dark to recover.