Chapter 204: Arrodes

Chapter 204: Arrodes

The moment Klein glimpsed the scene inside the silver mirror, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

“This mirror is quite impressive, and it even has its own name. It seems like a living Sealed Artifact…

“The harm from this sort of thing may not necessarily be too great, but sealing it is very difficult. Unless the circumstances are special, it is rarely brought out for use. This Machinery Hivemind member named Ikanser Bernard seems to hold a fairly high position, probably a deacon, and he himself likely isn’t simple either…

“The limit of what divination can do is probably roughly the result this silver mirror just displayed. Even if I went above the gray fog, I likely wouldn’t obtain anything better.

“The Apostle of Desire’s appearance still can’t be determined. Who knows how many people in Backlund have high cheekbones and blue eyes…”

As countless thoughts ran through Klein’s mind, the image in the silver mirror quickly faded.

Then, one bloody-red word after another outlined itself on the mirror’s surface:

“According to the principle of reciprocity, it is now my turn to ask a question. If you lie or cannot answer, you will accept the task I arrange or be punished.”

“…” Klein raised an eyebrow as he watched.

Is this a truth-or-dare mirror? Interesting…

The blood-dripping words slowly changed into new letters, forming a new sentence:

“The true name of the Red Light?”

The Red Light? One of the leaders of the Brotherhood of the Seven Lights? One of the seven lights high above the spirit world? Klein thought seriously for a moment and discovered that he could not answer.

He only knew the name of the Yellow Light, Venithan.

Ikanser’s throat moved, and sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

After a brief silence, he said in a deep voice, “Nanides!”

“Incorrect.” The blood-red words on the mirror changed again. “Task, or punishment?”

Ikanser’s expression clearly struggled. In the end, he exhaled and said, “Punishment.”

The instant he finished speaking, a silver-white bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air and struck the top of his head.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle. Ikanser’s hair stood straight up, and his body fell to the ground with a heavy thud, faint black smoke rising from him.

The mirror, however, did not fall with him. Instead, it floated on its own and descended onto the desk.

After two seconds, Ikanser shakily supported himself on the chair and rose, then sat there trembling and panting.

Klein stared wordlessly at everything before him for quite some time, unsure what reaction he should have.

After recovering a little, Ikanser looked at him and forced out a smile.

“You should have heard of what Sealed Artifacts are, and you should also know that all of them have certain negative effects.”

“Yes,” Klein said, looking at Ikanser’s upright hair. Suddenly, he understood why the man’s previous hairstyle had been so fluffy, messy, and stubborn.

Klein could not help saying, “Actually, you could have asked it alone. There was no need to do it in front of me.”

“Huff. This mirror’s requirement is that there must be an observer,” Ikanser said, still trembling.

It really has spirit… Klein stepped two paces forward to the desk and carefully examined the silver mirror from every angle. He discovered that, apart from its strange patterns and the two eye-like ornaments, there was nothing particularly special about this living Sealed Artifact.

Ikanser stood sideways to him, still shaking, and gave a soft heh.

“You can ask it questions as well. We don’t mind.”

“No, I have no such idea.” Klein had no intention of playing truth-or-dare with something resembling a spirit board or planchette.

As he spoke, he tried touching the edge of the silver mirror.

It feels cold, metallic… Just as that thought appeared in Klein’s mind, he saw the ancient silver mirror tremble slightly twice.

White words swiftly appeared on its surface:

“Your loyal and humble servant Arrodes is at your…