[WP] Chapter 33 Relic out of control

[WP] Chapter 33 Relic out of control

It was very quiet all around. Seeing no one around, Shade walked towards the sofa. He did not sit down so that he could leave at any time.

But his eyes saw the brass metal gearbox on the coffee table again. According to common sense, Shade would certainly not take the initiative to touch any unknown object.

But up close, in addition to seeing the large and small gear knobs on the surface of the brass cube metal, he saw a line of twisted musical note-like text on the front side.

Although he had never seen it before, Shade still understood it:

"I'm watching you in the dark."

Then, the whispering voice in his heart reminded him:

[You touched "Whisper."]

"What, this is a relic?"

Shade was surprised and, at the same time, found that the bright gas lamps and crystal chandeliers in the room had become dim.

An inexplicable sense of horror made him look down at the brass gearbox. The box was opened silently at some point, and the front cover deviated from the box body.

As the light became darker, rolling black fog surged out of it, rushing around like waves.

"Isn't this a plot from a horror novel? This is..."

[The containment of the relic is out of control].

Shade didn't have time to react at all, and the surging black fog completely extinguished the light in the room.

The surroundings were completely dark as if a layer of black ink was painted in front of his eyes. In the darkness, the emotion of fear became stronger and stronger, causing Shade's body to tremble subconsciously.

In the world where darkness descended, the sense of direction was completely far away. Shade felt like he had fallen into the most terrifying abyss. He was attacked by fear in both his body and mind. At one moment, he thought he was being watched by a huge, indescribable thing in the darkness.

The extreme panic made him want to scream, but he quickly calmed down. He knew what to do most rationally at this moment.

In the dark space, reason and emotion fought each other. This fear was not his emotional control but an instinctive reaction. At the same time, at the moment when the fear surged, a whisper came from the darkness.

That was not the pleasant female voice in his head, but the whisper of hatred and resentment overlapped by millions of people. The sound was like a crawling white worm rubbing in the ear canal, and even a layer of goosebumps appeared on the back of the bare hand.

"Hmm? Why can I see the back of my hand?"

He looked down at his hands, which were covered with a faint silver light, preventing his body from being completely swallowed by the darkness.

"Yes, I am not an ordinary person. I am a ring wizard."

He barely calmed down in fear, looked at his hands, felt the slowly rotating brass life ring in his soul, and called it out.

The bell rang!

Behind the body wrapped in silver moonlight, the white steam in the dark space seemed to be dyed with silver light.

Whistle!

The distant time and space echoed with an inexplicable shriek, and the deep darkness was shaken by it.

Giant hammer!

The giant hammer struck from the depths of steam and darkness. Amid the sparks, the brass life ring appeared behind him at a very high speed, splashing sparks into the darkness.

"Silver Moon!"

Even though he had not mastered any of Silver Moon's magic, Shade, standing in the darkness, still followed his thoughts and shouted while holding up his right hand.

The full manifestation of the life ring is the strongest posture of the ring wizard. The brass ring with sparks was echoed by the master, and the core rune of [Silver Moon] flashed.

Shade seemed to hear the woman's laughter in his ears at this moment. Then, on his raised right index finger, the silver light bloomed like a dazzling sun.

The light of the moon gradually spread to the surroundings, and the surrounding dark curtain faded away as if time were flowing backward.

At the same time, Shade also noticed that in front of him, the golden light outlined the outline of the sitting woman, and her light was also dispelling the terrible darkness that emerged because of the loss of control of the relic.

"This is the person who wants to see me."

Shade thought in his heart, watching the light dispel the darkness and restore the surroundings to the appearance of a reception room.

The darkness reluctantly retreated, and the darkness wanted to tear Shade apart, but it could not get close to the light of the silver moon.

The whispers were also cursing the people who emitted light, and the voices overlapped repeatedly, almost indistinguishable. But Shade still heard the most obvious voice among them, and more than one whisper said that sentence. This was not a word directed at him, but an unintentional whisper in the darkness.

He understood this inexplicable language:

"Old God! You damn thieves! Thirteen."

The darkness completely retreated, and the silver light in Shade's fingers gradually dissipated. But he felt that if he needed it, he could still use such an ability, which could be regarded as the first magic he created [Silver Moon's Light Magic].

Although it was not very useful.

The last whisper kept echoing in his ears. Shade was surprised by the content, but he didn't know whether it was true or not. The content heard in the out-of-control whisper of the relic is usually unreliable.

Looking down at the brass cube box on the coffee table, it was already closed, as if the black fog just now was just an illusion.

Looking up again in the direction of the golden woman's figure, that is the wall where the bookshelf is located. There is a wooden door with a gap in the lower right corner of the entire large bookshelf.

The handle of the wooden door is pure gold, which blends well with the bookshelf, so Shade didn't notice it when he walked into the room and stepped on a palm-wide red wool carpet. He instinctively knew that the woman who wanted to see him was in the room behind this door.

The room was a little cooler than the corridor. You know, the corridor itself is cooler than the city on this summer night, and the temperature indoors seems to be in late autumn.

"The temperature seems a little abnormal. I remember that the temperature was normal at the beginning. Is the consequence of the relic out of control not over yet?"

[The power of a high-level warlock affects the environment. The other party is probably very angry.]

"High-level? Above the ninth level? Wait, how do you know? Also, why is she angry? Shouldn't I be angry?"

Shade thought hesitantly, and at this time the woman's voice finally came from behind the door:

"You, um, probably understand what happened just now?"

There was helplessness and indignation in the tone. For the first time, Shade found that he could read the mood from the tone of others.

"The relic is out of control."

He answered honestly and then learned the truth of what happened just now.

"Young sir, you and I don't know whether to blame me or you. That is a poet-level relic [Dark Box]. It will only go out of control when its opening spell is recited and it has light and celestial spirit runes. I just want to meet you. Why do you do this? Don't you know that unfamiliar spells cannot be easily interpreted?"

Her speech speed is not very fast. It is the kind of northern common language with an accent. From the sound, she should be no more than 30 years old, but she may just be over 20 years old. The tone is very elegant; even Shade can hear the undisguised anger in the other party's tone.

Shade didn't know about what she mentioned. Although he maintained his usual caution, after all, he had just come to this world. He could not have expected that reciting the spell in his heart could cause the relic to go out of control, but it was indeed an accident caused by his carelessness.

He decided to take this incident as a lesson:

"Madam, I'm sorry. I don't want to shirk my responsibility, but what do you want from me?"

He didn't know how to explain it, so he could only express his apology and test the other party's attitude.

The lady behind the door certainly couldn't guess that the invited guests could easily read ancient texts, let alone know the guests' core runes, so part of the responsibility for what happened just now must be attributed to Shade.

Just now, he and the other party both used the power of the ring wizard, and the lady behind the door was not surprised, which meant that she already knew the identity of the detective when she invited the detective to the second floor.

This made Shade very confused. He had only been a ring wizard for one day, and no one should have seen through him.

But at least the woman behind the door was not Madam Lasoya. Even though he had never heard Madam Lasoya speak, Shade was very sure that someone who didn't know whether she was a man or a woman could not speak in such an elegant and calm tone.

"Forget it, sorry, forget it. I shouldn't have left the relics outside when meeting guests. We all have responsibilities. And this incident once again taught me that I must never leave [relics] everywhere, otherwise, I might meet someone of some kind. I also didn't expect that you could understand those spells. Those words are very ancient."

The lady behind the door sighed, and Shade was slightly relieved, not because the matter just now was over, but because he understood through this incident that the high-ring female sorcerer behind the door was a reasonable person, and it was very safe to deal with such a person.

"Let's get back to the topic, young sir, how should I call you?"

The woman behind the door adjusted her mood and asked. Shade couldn't see through the door to see the other party but thought that the other party could see him. He could fully imagine the scene of the woman sitting behind the table and talking to him through the door.

(End of this chapter)