Chapter 112: Chapter 71: It’s the rhythm to be the sixth boss.
Translator: 549690339
Leonard Churchill rummaged through the Storage Ring again and found some learning materials related to card craft.
“108 Kinds of Healing Spells Details”, “Crafting Skills for Skill Cards”, “Plague Doctor Profession Card Template”…
Books are extremely rare in the Sinless City.
Leonard had been wanting to buy some, but he’d never managed to get hold of any.
Upon further inquiry, he found out that the nobility has intentionally blocked the spread of knowledge to consolidate their rule.
Finding these books was quite a rare feat in Sinless City.
He sifted through his spoils again, categorizing them for easy access.
He had obtained the two important items he was looking for.
Leonard was already extremely satisfied.
As for the remaining items, they just felt like a bonus to him.
However.
At that moment.
He stumbled upon a peculiar item.
When Leonard’s fingers brushed against an antique silver mirror, he thought he could hear some faint whispers.
“Huh…”
His curiosity was piqued.
Upon inspecting it, there were no irregularities shown by Enlightenment.
When he touched it again, that phantom whisper returned.
This time, Leonard was sure that it wasn’t him, but the mirror that had an issue.
“Demonic Whispers?”
Leonard was not unfamiliar with this sensation.
In the cellars of Tailor Street and Redwood Street, he had also experienced the same demonic whispers due to environmental factors.
For humans, these Demonic Whispers aren’t a good thing.
They’re a form of communication that goes beyond human cognition.
An average person would go mad, become confused, and mentally deformed after hearing too much of them.
After further experimentation.
The silver mirror consistently triggered the whispers upon coming into contact with it.
A thought popped up in Leonard’s mind: “Why does it feel like a radio or something?”
He had a hunch that this item must be of great importance within the Silver Moon Sect.
Otherwise, a grown man like the Doctor wouldn’t need to carry it around.
Moreover, anything that Enlightenment doesn’t display must either be an ordinary item or a high-level item.
Upon this realization, Leonard started testing the mirror.
Demonic Whispers were indeed a headache to listen to. It was unlikely that an average person, upon getting hold of it, would trouble himself with testing.
However, Leonard was different.
The Trickster Entry for the Joker gave him a chance to decode the Demonic Whispers.
He wasn’t sure the exact probability of decoding.
But if he couldn’t decode it in one go, he would try listening more times.
He noticed that the whispers on the mirror were the same every time.
His intuition told him that these whispers contained some key information.
As for the risk of mental contamination and insanity?
Well, well, well, why does that whisper sound…quite soothing?
The restless characters in his heart seemed to be suppressed by these ancient whispers, calming them down.
Just as if a roar from a lion, can indeed tame a group of rabbits from hopping around recklessly.
Plus, Leonard himself possessed a high degree of mental power – he was far from mental chaos.
He glanced at the status bar, believing that if any problem arose, he could put the mirror down, wait for some time and then try again.
Leonard always trusted his intuition.
After several attempts, he lost track of how many times he’d tried, but suddenly, Enlightenment activated just at the point where he was feeling dizzy.
“You have listened to the Demonic Whispers from the abyss. You’re exempted from belief contamination, and you deciphered a part of the ‘secret message’.”
“It worked!”
When Leonard saw the Enlightenment’s message, he immediately knew that his intuition was right.
He didn’t fully understand these Demonic Whispers, however, he managed to pick out three keywords: Tomorrow Night, Nine o’clock, Rose Tavern.
This was clearly a communication message.
An idea popped into his head, and he figured it out: “This is Silver Moon Sect’s internal communication device!”
This mirror was an ancient artifact that functioned both as a walkie-talkie and a voice recorder.
Now, when he looked at the mirror, it began to display some information.
“Relic: Silver Moon Mirror”
“Description: Level I Ancient Artifact; You can use this mirror to communicate with other holders. The content would be encrypted in the form of Demon’s language. This object bears a strong belief contamination towards an unknown Demon God. Perhaps you and the other users must share the same faith to decipher the encrypted message.”
“Well, this mirror actually harbors belief contamination.”
Once Leonard grasped the implications, he contemplated, “No wonder the Silver Moon Sect kept it so secretively. Anyone exposed to it would be contaminated. They don’t have to worry about information leaks.”
The encryption of the Demonic Whispers itself was already a layer of security that ensured the impossibility of information leaks.
To prevent the artifact from falling into the wrong hands, they built in a second layer of security: Belief Contamination.
If Leonard hadn’t been exempted from belief contamination, he would have undoubtedly been victimized by it during his previous wild attempts.
Therefore, they were not afraid of the mirror getting lost or information being exposed.
But the current situation was, they met someone like him, who couldn’t be manipulated through modifying his beliefs.
That was an interesting predicament.
Looking at the information about the meeting, Leonard felt a moment of crisis.
Suddenly, another idea popped up in his mind.
The rest of the Silver Moon Sect surely had no idea that there was someone who was not their ally but was able to view these messages.
So…should he play the role of a passive spectator?
A small sense of amusement seemed to appear in Leonard’s mind.
“But the Rose Tavern…Isn’t that the popular Moonlight Tavern on Downing Street? Those guys from the Silver Moon Sect are being so brazen.. They just had their base destroyed last night, and now they dare to have a meeting there?”
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