Chapter 56 - Chapter 56: Chapter 54 The Most Important Place (1/2)
Chapter 56: Chapter 54 The Most Important Place
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Soon Byrne and his companions learned that the knight was actually the Deputy Sheriff responsible for maintaining public order in the city.
At the same time, they also discovered something: the historical rifts were ultimately not the real world. Except for the Deputy Sheriff, no one else would communicate with them, and all were like phantasmal existences that were sometimes real, sometimes illusory, and as unfixed as ghosts.
After learning that Byrne and others were physicians living in seclusion nearby, the Deputy Sheriff was still filled with caution and defense, even going so far as to say he wanted to bring in a prophecy-type spellcaster to test whether they had any hostility.
The spellcaster appeared out of nowhere and then cast a prophecy-type spell on the three of them.
The answer, of course, was that there was no hostility.
All three saw the prophecy-type spellcaster subsequently dissipate and vanish, as if he had never existed.
The Deputy Sheriff and the people around him were indifferent to this as well.
Ultimately, it was a fictional world, and deep down they were sure of it.
“Very well. Members of the Flame Tribe all need to contribute to their own race.”
It was not until then that the Deputy Sheriff seemed to let down his guard and agreed to let them treat the sick in the city.
“Healer” type spellcasters were not among the eight major types of spellcasters and were even rarer than the prophecy-type.
Only the “Transformation” type among the main eight types of spellcasters might know some healing spells.
The power that Irene wielded instantly made her the darling of the town.
But interacting with those partly solid, partly spectral projections didn’t feel real at all; she didn’t think she was treating actual humans.
The three of them didn’t care about that either; they were merely looking for the Gate of Shadow as best they could.
Most islands of Spirituality were places where emotions congregated and were often historical rifts that had experienced disasters; they were very aware that their time to stay was limited.
“Where exactly is ‘the most important place’?”
The three pondered this question and thus lingered in the entire city, an ancient city with a distinct architectural style, with a mass of white buildings marked with the symbol of flames.
They could see the ghostlike figures singing and dancing, and they could hear them wildly cursing Empire citizens, almost everyone brimming with immense hatred for the Empire.
Despite their efforts, they gained nothing; the last place they could think of was the Deputy Sheriff’s house.
They could only go together to the Deputy Sheriff’s home, a dwelling made of white marble, which looked not lavish but rather simple.
Inside the house were many shadowy servant figures; they did not stop the three from abruptly showing up.
“Let’s search quickly.”
Having said that, Byrne, Irene, and Grandma Narda started searching, yet they nearly turned the entire house upside down without finding any trace of the Spiritual Gateway.
“Where exactly is ‘the most important place’? Could it be that the answer still lies with him?”
Byrne was at a loss for answers, feeling that the last clue had to be with the Deputy Sheriff, for among the many shadowy figures on the island of Spirituality, only he possessed intelligence close to that of a normal person.
Grandma Narda, observing the surrounding spectral projections, couldn’t help but sigh:
“The Spirit Realm really is too wonderful. Everything feels so strange, it’s just like dreaming, no, even more astonishing than dreaming!”
Byrne felt the same deep in his heart; indeed, this place offered a marvel that couldn’t be experienced in the real world.
Just then, Irene suddenly spoke:
“Be careful! I sense malice nearby!”
They immediately became alert, and Byrne’s eyes shifted slightly—a residual scent memorized by the “Profound Memory” alerted him to who was approaching!
“Why are you in my house?”
Without any warning, the Deputy Sheriff in white armor suddenly appeared near them.
The Deputy Sheriff watched the three intruders with a wary and fierce expression, his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, as if he might attack at any moment.
He was the only almost real existence on the island of Spirituality.
Byrne looked at him, thinking maybe it was better to try asking directly; if he couldn’t get the answer, then he’d try other methods. He decided to cut to the chase and asked:
“Could you tell me, where is the most important place in this city?”