Chapter 222 – Transmission
“Be careful, she’s coming out.”
As soon as Mosans saw Nephnis exit from the side door of the bank, his expression turned serious and he reminded his subordinates beside him. Everyone then looked in the direction Mosans was looking.
“Oh, what a beautiful figure she has.”
“Brother, it looks like we might get more than just the items this time.”
Mosans’ subordinates were dazzled when they saw Nephnis. It was as if they had found a treasure. At that moment, they saw Nephnis stop a taxi on the roadside and get in.
“She’s leaving, let’s follow her quickly.”
As they spoke, Mosans and his subordinates immediately got into their own carriages and followed Nephnis’ carriage.
“We’ve caught up with the boss. What do you think we can rob this time?” One of Mosans’ subordinates said as he looked at the carriage in front of them. Mosans slowly replied,
“I hope there’s some storage item. If there’s a secret transmission, even better. Of course, it would be ideal if she knows other methods of accumulating spirituality.”
“Boss, I think that girl has a great figure. Should we…hehe…”
Another subordinate recalled Nephnis’ figure and couldn’t help but drool. Mosans smacked his head hard and sternly reprimanded him,
“I’ve told you many times, we only rob items related to the Secret World. Don’t do anything else! Losing valuables or being forced by someone can lead to police reports, but losing Secret World items means we take the loss silently! Do you understand?”
“Mmm…sorry, Boss, I know I’m wrong.”
The subordinate who was hit retreated, and Mosans snorted coldly without paying further attention to him. Instead, he continued to focus on the carriage ahead.
Mosans and his gang were a group of robbers specializing in targeting new Secret World researchers. They lurked around Secret Meetings or institutions like the Golden Contract Bank, seeking out newcomers to the Secret World, robbing them, and plundering their extraordinary resources. They were habitual criminals.
In this group, the most crucial task was selecting their targets. They needed to identify which individuals were inexperienced newcomers in the Secret World, and this task was always assigned to their leader, Mosans.
Mosans would appear around Secret Meetings or institutions, carefully observing the participants. He would approach those he thought could be potential targets, asking questions to determine their level and suitability for robbery.
Thus, when Mosans saw Nephnis being led in by a waiter inside the Golden Contract Bank, he realized she was a first-time visitor unfamiliar with the place, making her an easy target.
Afterward, Mosans approached her and engaged in conversation, intentionally mixing in some common errors about the Secret World. Since she did not notice, Mosans confirmed that Nephnis was indeed a novice.
These novices often had some secret resources due to certain opportunities, and because they were weak and had no backing, they were easy targets. Robbing them did not result in police reports, so many groups specifically targeted these novices in the vast city of Tivyan. Mosans was one of the more experienced ones.
…
On the bustling street, ahead of Mosans’ carriage.
Nephnis sat in the taxi, glanced around, and took out an oil-paper package from her shoulder bag. This was a secret transmission she had purchased earlier at the Artisan Guild base.
Nephnis opened the oil-paper package, revealing a thin booklet with no title on its cover.
Following Vania’s advice, Nephnis did not open the booklet but instead closed her eyes, placed her hand on it, and silently prayed to Akasha as instructed by Doro.
‘O Great Akasha, I present to you knowledge.’
Once the prayer ended, the booklet in Nephnis’ hand disintegrated into ashes instantly, while the information within was transmitted through the information channel to a distant location.
By directly sacrificing the secret transmission itself, destroying the physical medium, and instantly uploading the content, this was one of the functions of the information channel. When Vania had previously presented “Glimmer Swift Strike Sword” in Dictor’s tomb, she used this method. As Doro didn’t want to wait any longer in the secret room, she instructed Nephnis to sacrifice the secret transmission in this manner.
‘This…turned to ash? How amazing, it suddenly became like this…’
Looking at the ashes on the oil paper, Nephnis couldn’t help but start thinking.
‘If this is done, all of Miss Doro’s arrangements should be complete. I wonder how this will help her.’
…
Under the King Campus, deep in the ruins.
Inside the secret chamber, several gas lamps on the ground illuminated the surroundings. In the dim space, several figures lay on the ground, each a corpse in various states of d*ath.
At the center of the corpses, two figures faced each other sitting. They were Brandon and Edric. Between them was a chessboard, with Brandon on the white side and Edric on the black side.
At this moment, both Brandon and Edric were intently staring at the chessboard, deep in thought. Nearby, Doro sat on a cushion, eating cake while watching the game, serving as the referee.
On Doro’s side was a piece of paper with a simple diagram of an eight-player knockout tournament schedule. Six players had already been eliminated, and the two remaining players were in the final match.
After much contemplation, finally, Black-side Edric moved. He advanced his queen diagonally a few steps, eventually checkmating White-side Brandon’s king in the upper left corner with his knight. Doro clapped enthusiastically.
“Oh oh! You won! Congratulations Mr. Edric on winning the first Dorothy Cup chess competition!”
Doro clapped her hands, gradually slowing down until she stopped, taking a deep breath.
“Huh…so boring…”
Sighed Doro. She had already been in this secret chamber for over ten hours. Bored, she started finding various ways to entertain herself, such as the current puppet chess tournament.
After releasing control of the puppets, Doro made the champion and runner-up fall, then supported her chin with her hand, bored and looking around.
“I wonder how Neph and Vania are doing? According to the time, they should be almost finished now.”
Doro muttered to herself.
Just then, she felt a jolt and sensed new information entering her consciousness, nearly causing her to clap again out of excitement.
“It’s here!”
Feeling the input of the distant secret transmission, Doro immediately sat upright and began examining the content of the transmission.
This secret transmission was titled “Folen’s Elegy,” a poetic work. The author, Folen, was a staff member at a nursing home, whose daily job involved witnessing the gradual decline and d*ath of the elderly, which fascinated him.
At some point, Folen’s fascination turned into obsession. He began accelerating the deaths of the elderly under his care through poisoning and other means, writing elegies for each one after their d*ath. Eventually, Folen’s actions were exposed, and he hanged himself at home, leaving behind these poems.
Without delving into the content of the transmission, Doro extracted it into spirituality, gaining 3 points of “Silence” and 1 point of “Enlightenment.”
Now, Doro’s spirituality status was:
11 cups, 12 stones, 8 shadows, 6 lamps, 6 silences, 20 enlightenments. After practicing “Folen’s Elegy,” she had fully met the conditions to advance to the rank of “Scholar.”
With excitement, Doro stood up and quickly ran to the center of the secret chamber, kneeling in the middle of the magical array, focusing her mind to begin her advancement.
“I have not abandoned this path…I still abide by this oath…May I delve deeply into the sea of knowledge…Seeking the truth…
“Please, great deities of the past, dispel the fog before me and show me the way…”
