Chapter 227

Chapter 219 Deliberation

On the northern outskirts of Tivyán, outside the King Campus.

During the night, at the River Ditch Bridge, Dorothy manipulated her zombie puppet to bid farewell to Vania and Nephnis, then turned its gaze towards the battlefield in the secret room. Dorothy couldn’t help but speak up.

“Let’s see what we can find. To gather things from the surface from several kilometers underground, this experience is quite new.”

As she spoke, Dorothy began manipulating the zombie puppet to collect items from the battlefield. Through the puppet’s eyes, she first noticed Thistle lying on the ground, his chest pierced by a large hole, already lifeless.

“This must be the damage caused by the sunlight g*n. It seems pretty powerful with one shot piercing through three targets. This is still an unfinished version; if it were completed, even Vania might not be able to handle it now.”

Dorothy thought to herself, knowing that the sunlight g*n Vania possessed was not the complete version, with its maximum output not exceeding six ‘lamps.’ If she could offer more related secret transmissions in the future, it might be possible to continuously strengthen the power of the sunlight g*n.

“As for the ‘miracles’ in Dark Souls, they are originally imitations derived from the legends of the divine race. I wonder if after offering a high enough tier of secret transmission, the sunlight g*n could surpass the limitations of the ‘miracle’ itself and approach the ‘original scripture’ of the divine race?”

After pondering for a moment, Dorothy began carefully searching Thistle’s body. However, the result left her slightly disappointed. There was nothing significant on Thistle except for a box containing spiders and a few white pills.

“There isn’t even a sigil. It looks like he used up all his supplies while fighting the hunter. Otherwise, he would have been much harder to deal with.”

Dorothy thought to herself. After finding nothing useful, she hid the spider box and pills, then started handling the corpses. She eventually moved all the bodies to a small grove and dug holes to bury them. After burying the other bodies, Dorothy had the zombie puppets perform a scene where they buried themselves, leaving a mystery for any police who might investigate later.

“Phew… So now we just need to wait.”

In the secret room, Dorothy sighed in relief and said, then took out her magic box, taking out a cake, water, and biscuits to eat. At this moment, she felt extremely grateful for having prepared thoroughly.

…

As the moon set and the sun rose, the night gradually faded away.

After a night, around the Church District of Northern Tivyán.

The thin sunlight shone upon the spires of the church, and prayers echoed in the dawn. Amidst the hazy fog, the towering rows of church buildings formed huge, blurred silhouettes.

Outside the Church District, in a well-decorated inn, Nephnis sat by a window, eating breakfast while looking out at the bustling carriages and pedestrians below the street.

After being brought to the city by Vania last night, Nephnis was accommodated here. The inn was very close to the Church District, separated by just one street. Within the vicinity of the Church, Nephnis felt a semblance of safety.

“I never imagined that there would be nuns within the Rosy Cross. The Church should also be a powerful source of extraordinary power. Could it be that the Rosy Cross is infiltrating the Church?”

Recalling last night’s events, Nephnis thought, deeply impressed by the nun who had come to meet her.

“That nun named Vania actually directly killed Thistle… Such formidable strength! And her age seems younger than mine. Plus, with the even younger Miss Dorothy, is the Rosy Cross really so young yet powerful?”

Just as Nephnis was thinking, a knock came at her door. She was startled and walked to the door, asking, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Miss Nephnis.”

Outside the door, came a familiar voice. Hearing this, Nephnis felt relieved and opened the door, revealing Vania standing behind it.

“Sorry, Miss Nephnis, it’s late. We just finished our morning prayers.” Vania smiled as she looked at Nephnis, who nodded in response.

“It’s fine, Sister Vania. Actually, I just woke up not long ago and am still eating breakfast.”

Nephnis invited Vania inside, then both sat across from each other at a table. Vania first asked Nephnis,

“Miss Nephnis, are you sleeping well here? Have you encountered any problems?”

“Quite comfortable, thank you for asking.”

“Phew… That’s good. I was worried those cultists might chase after us. Since there’s no problem, let’s get straight to the point. I don’t have much time here, so let’s hurry.”

Vania said to Nephnis, then took out the sacred text from her waist and placed it on the table, flipping to the page where she and Dorothy had spoken.

“You know, Miss Dorothy has already talked to you, right? She’s currently encountering trouble while executing a mission against the cultists and needs our assistance.”

Looking at Nephnis, Vania said, and Nephnis nodded in response.

“I know. She mentioned needing some kind of secret transmission?”

“Yes, a secret transmission. It’s a text recording extraordinary knowledge. For some reason, Miss Dorothy needs a secret transmission about the spirituality of ‘Silence,’ and the only way we can obtain it now is to buy it.”

Vania answered seriously, and Nephnis was somewhat surprised.

“Buy it? Is there a place in Tivyán where one can purchase such extraordinary knowledge?”

“Of course. After all, transactions between extraordinary beings are necessary. We should be able to find the secret transmission Miss Dorothy needs at the White Stone Craftsmen Guild.”

Vania said earnestly, and Nephnis furrowed her brow in confusion.

“White Stone… Craftsmen Guild?”

“It’s a hidden society. You can think of it as a union of craftsmen and merchants in the Secret World. It’s said that over half of the extraordinary transactions in the Secret World involve them. They have a branch in Tivyán, and it’s quite substantial.”

“I work at the Historical Records Office in the Church, occasionally receiving tasks to recover scattered secret transmissions. These texts often end up being sold and flowing into the White Stone Craftsmen Guild. Therefore, due to my work, I frequently interact with them. I know you can buy secret transmissions there.”

Vania said seriously, and Nephnis raised an eyebrow in response.

“In that case, does that mean we can buy the secret transmission Miss Dorothy needs just by going there?”

“Yes, but note that it’s not both of us going, but you alone. When I recovered texts, I dealt with people there, and they recognize me as a nun from the Church. So, I cannot go myself. Only you should go there to buy the secret transmission, Miss Nephnis,” Vania said solemnly, and Nephnis was taken aback.

“Oh, just me?”