Chapitre 226: Meeting and Date
"66 Dalton Street in North Borough." Ebner nodded slightly. In fact, he knew the address. Back when Dr. R Aaron was plagued by bad luck, he had once brought Klein there to find Will Auceptin. Unfortunately, they were late, and the snake had already rebooted.
The reason why he asked Mr. Skade was only to confirm it again. After all, the butterfly effect he had created was already quite significant, so it was normal for any changes to happen.
After returning to his room, just as he was about to take out the Book of Dead to study it carefully, his vision suddenly blurred. He saw an endless grayish-white fog.
Then, he saw Derrick praying for a sacrifice in a simple room. On the altar was a green hexagonal crystal the size of a goose egg.
Crystal of a Thousand Spell Illusion? The Sun has already been exchanged? Great, now all the ingredients for a Polymath will be gathered!
However, I advanced to Knowledge Keeper less than two months ago. I haven't finished digesting the potion yet…
With this in mind, Ebner decisively followed his plan and bowed his head in prayer.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, I hope that the crystallized Thousand Spells will temporarily stay in your kingdom. For this, I'm willing to pay two pages of Roselle's diary to hand it to you at the Tarot Gathering next week."
Since Miss Fane said that she could get Roselle's manuscript from Ema, she should be able to hand it to me within the week…
But even if she didn't get it, it didn't matter. At most, she could fake another two pages.
Two to three seconds later, he heard a deep and majestic voice:
"Sure."
"Thank you very sincerely, Mr. Fool." The corners of Ebner's mouth curled up as he tapped his chest a few times. After all, he didn't know what the gesture corresponded to Mr. Fool. He couldn't just draw the crimson moon.
…
Tuesday morning. After eating breakfast, Ebner wore his Clown mask and took the subway to North Borough.
As it was very likely that the Auceptin family would be investigated by the Nighthawks in the future, he didn't use his true appearance.
Speaking of which, ever since the Clown mask could be used to reconstruct a face, Ebner had given himself the face of Iron Man Tony from his previous life. Of course, due to his lack of "skill," he was only eighty to ninety percent similar.
When they arrived at the villa at 66 Dalton Street, Ebner didn't choose to pull the doorbell. Instead, he entered the house by mimicking "invisibility" and "opening the door."
Strangely, he searched the entire villa, but he didn't see the wheelchair-bound figure.
Will isn't here? "He" doesn't want to see me? Ebner frowned and walked to the door of the house. He "extracted" His "aura and used" Scene Retrack. "
Scenes flashed past, and Ebner quickly found what he wanted to know.
He saw a maid in a black and white dress pushing a wheelchair out of the activity room. On the wheelchair was a little boy who wasn't even ten years old.
"Young Master, you will be admitted into the hospital from today onwards… Y-you have to take good care of yourself." The maidservant began to sob as she spoke.
"Don't cry, Sarah. Draw a card." The child didn't look depressed at all. Instead, he smiled and comforted her. Then, he skillfully shuffled the cards and cut them before handing them to the maid.
The maidservant pursed her lips and obediently took out one of them.
"What about the proper Wheel of Fortune? From the looks of it, you'll be able to seize the opportunity to get a new job, and your new employer will treat you very well," the boy said with a smile.
With that said, the little boy suddenly looked in the direction of the door, then he said in a suggestive manner, "This proper Wheel of Fortune is enough. There's no need to visit me at the hospital."
"What?" the maid asked blankly.
"Nothing. I'm just bidding farewell to my future friends," the little boy said with a smile.
…
At this point in "retroactively," Ebner was certain that Will's last few words were directed at him. "He" must've seen me retroactively coming from Fate, so "He" added a few more sentences.
This time was likely the last moment before Will's "Reboot." It was most likely during the most intense battle between "Him" and Ouroboros in a domain he didn't know about…
Therefore, "He" doesn't wish for me to meet "Him" at this time?
Sigh, the battle between the Snakes of Mercury isn't something I can intervene in now, so it's better to listen to advice…
Sighing silently, Ebner focused his attention on the Wheel of Fortune.
The actual Wheel of Fortune symbolizes good luck, the arrival of a good opportunity, being neither rich nor noble, being good at improvisation, having a chance of being promoted, being fated to meet, love at first sight, happiness in marriage…
This sounds good, but is my chances of getting a promotion referring to my reputation as a Hero Detective getting even better?
And the destined meeting… Is it referring to my destined encounter with 1-025?
That's considered good luck?
Ebner secretly lampooned, even though he knew that his guess was actually unreliable.
…
Meanwhile, in the Backlund hospital, a tall, thin, and cold doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses was patrolling the ward.
He was the famous surgeon, Aaron Ceres.
Aaron walked into a single ward and saw the little boy playing tarot cards on the bed. His cold expression gradually softened.
He walked forward and forced a smile. "Will, how are you feeling today?"
The child named Will looked up at him and suddenly sighed. "Doctor, I'm really not nervous about the operation."
Aaron looked at the awkward child and secretly shook his head. He then said, "It's boring playing tarot cards alone. Take me along."
Will stopped what he was doing and looked at the doctor. "Are you sure?"
Seeing Dr. Aaron nod, Will spread out the tarot cards in his hand and said, "Draw one."
To relax Will, Dr. Aaron cooperatively flipped a card.
"It's the inverted Wheel of Fortune."
Will looked at him and said with a pure and innocent smile,
"Doctor, your luck will get worse."
…
It was already one in the afternoon by the time Ebner returned to his gardened villa on Kingst Street in Cherwood Borough. In consideration of the possibility of the arrival of Mr. Irvin Binkley in the afternoon, he didn't leave the house again. Instead, he focused on studying the Book of Dead, hoping to find some clues.
Although he had Earth Mother's hint and the Snake of Mercury giving him "good luck," he didn't feel that he could "win" by himself… Furthermore, the bestowment of fate had always been in place. There was no harm in making more preparations and relying less on others.
However, the afternoon passed, and Mr. Binkley didn't visit again. It was unknown if he had been delayed or if the problem had been resolved.
However, he didn't take it to heart because he had more important things to do.
In the afternoon, Miss Fani sent someone to invite him to an Intis-styled restaurant for dinner.
Ebner knew that the other party had likely obtained Roselle's manuscript, so he gladly went.
…
At seven in the evening, at the Siena Restaurant in Hillston Borough.
Ebner took a sip of the white wine that was said to come from Intis but was actually produced from Masin in the analysis of the White Eye. He smiled at Miss Fani and said,
"Thank you for your hospitality. Why did you ask me to come out?"
"Can't I ask you out for a meal if there's nothing else?" Fani teased at first. Then, she took out five sheets of paper with words imprinted on them from her purse and handed them to Ebner. "These are Roselle's manuscripts you wanted. Before, Emma only collected this much because she was momentarily interested."
Ebner took the manuscript, but he didn't read it immediately. After all, he didn't want to expose the fact that he could read such words.
"By the way, Emma will be going to the royal library tomorrow morning to read the documents. She should be able to find the information you need when the time comes… So, she has arranged to meet you at the Backlund University Library tomorrow night," Fani added.
"At night? Backlund University Library?" Ebner subconsciously repeated. He was fine with that, but…
Why do all the ladies I know enjoy discussing matters in the middle of the night?
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