Circle of Inevitability Chapter 559 - 559 Top-Notch Collaborator

559 Top-Notch Collaborator

559 Top-Notch Collaborator

After making his decision, Lumian had a chance to inquire, Whos the suspect?

Lato Guiaro, the Knight of Swords announced.

Lumian recognized this individual. He was also a committee member of the Fisheries Guild. Not only did he own shares in three large fishing boats and the Port Santa Fisheries Company, but he was also involved in shipbuilding, ice production, and other industries. Someone in his family had already married a Maiden of the Sea over a hundred years ago.

Lumian asked thoughtfully, Whats Lato Guiaros connection to Balancat Ship Rental?

Hes a creditor of the company and has arranged employment for many relatives there, the Knight of Swords replied succinctly.

It all adds up. Lumian nodded in agreement and paused to reflect. Lets convene at the crossroads of Saint Lana Street and Golden Wheat Street. How about meeting in three minutes?

He had never set foot in Lato Guiaros extended family estate, so he lacked the corresponding spirit world coordinates. His only teleportation option was Saint Lana Street, relatively close to their target. He needed to utilize Spirit World Traversal discreetly to evade any surveillance.

Sure. The Knight of Swords dissolved into transparency and disappeared instantly.

Lumian spent two minutes hydrating, donning a vest and a straw hat. Only then did the faint glow of the black mark on his right shoulder illuminate.

In an instant, his figure vanished from the shrouded room.

At the crossroads of Saint Lana Street and Golden Wheat Street, Lumian materialized from a concealed corner. The Knight of Swords, now sporting disheveled brown hair, a switched flaxen-colored shirt, and a dark brown vest, stood at the fringe of the crimson moonlight. His pallid face and oppressive eyes hinted at an underlying transformation, as if he could shed his human guise at any moment, revealing a monstrous form fueled by pent-

up desires.

While others might miss these subtleties, Lumian, being an Ascetic, possessed a heightened sensitivity to such situations.

The temperance faction, indeed... Lumian mused at the Knight of Swordss appearance, entertaining a whimsical thought.

Bro, ever considered embracing Inevitability? As an Alms Monk or an Ascetic, youd spare yourself from enduring so much!

Of course, Lumian merely toyed with the idea and wouldnt actually propose it. Without the right strokes of luck, the boon of an evil god could gradually corrupt Beyonders within the potion system, eventually transforming them into humanoid monsters aligned with the evil deity. Nevertheless, his musings hinted at the potential synergy between specific Sequences of the boon system and potion system.

Lets proceed. As the Knight of Swords remained silent, Lumian took the lead and spoke.

The Knight of Swords nodded, and they followed the shadows along the street, turning into Golden Wheat Street at a measured pace, heading north.

Soon, they reached a five-story building resembling a small castle.

Observing the illuminated windows and grayish-blue outer walls, the Knight of Swords pointed at a specific glass pane, noting,

Thats Latos bedroom. He and his wife sleep in separate rooms.

The gathered intelligence is impressively detailed... Lumian acknowledged silently and inquired, Whats your plan?

Sneak in and take control of the target, the Knight of Swords responded succinctly.

Isnt that a bit too straightforward and crude? The Guiaro family likely employs more than just ordinary Beyonders. Some members may have gained powers through the sea prayer ritual... Lumian recalled the unique characteristics of a Wraith and assessed his capabilities. With one hand in his pocket, he casually remarked, Okay.

With those words, his form dissolved into a shadow, seamlessly merging with the darkness.

Beside him, the Knight of Swords had already vanished.

Utilizing the shadows cast on the buildings outer wall, Lumian deftly infiltrated Lato Guiaros room.

In an instant, his target came into view.

A middle-aged man, with slightly curly black hair and dark brown eyes, adorned in a dark-blue cotton robe, greeted Lumians sight. His long face featured a neatly trimmed thick beard.

Lato Guiaros expression morphed into one of fear, and his body froze. He stumbled toward the shadow concealing Lumian.

In the reflection within each eye of the Fisheries Guild committee member, Lumian spotted the pale-faced Knight of Swords, clad in a dark brown vest and flaxen-colored shirt, with disheveled brown hair!

Observing Lato Guiaro losing control of his body, unable to utter a sound, Lumian stepped out of the shadow, returning to his original form.

An oppressive heaviness enveloped the air around him, akin to the weight of seawater.

Apart from this, nothing seemed amiss.

With a controlled step, Lumian approached Lato Guiaro, a sensation akin to moving through a swamp.

He refrained from resorting to the direct use of the Spell of Harrumph. Firstly, the other party seemed powerless and could be managed through alternative means, saving his spiritual energy. Secondly, Lumian hesitated due to uncertainty about whether the Spell of Harrumph would incapacitate both of them, given the forceful possession of Lato Guiaro by the Knight of Swords.

Retrieving a bottle of sedative from the Bliss Society, Lumian unscrewed the cap and brought it to Lato Guiaros nose.

Fanning the opening with his hand to hasten the gass flow, after about ten seconds, the committee member of the Fisheries Guild closed his eyes and slumped into unconsciousness.

Remarkably, he remained standing, not collapsing to the ground.

The Tarot Clubs Minor Arcana card holder, the Knight of Swords, maintained absolute control over Lato Guiaros body.

This is even simpler than employing teleportation and the Spell of Harrumph... Ive faced numerous Beyonders before, but never have I subdued one without laying a hand on them. I strolled up casually, administering the sedative. A Wraith truly stands as an exceptional ally, capable of harmonizing with any Sequence of any pathway... Yes, a Wraith remains impervious to anesthetic gasses. The Bliss Societys sedative had no effect on him. As Lumian observed the noiseless resolution, he almost felt as if he hadnt partaken in the skirmish at all.

He returned the Bliss Society sedative to his concealed pocket and retrieved a canister of truth serum. Seizing the moment, he administered nearly a third of it to Lato Guiaro. Sensing that the sedatives impact might be short-lived on Beyonders with unknown traits like Lato Guiaro, he hastened to complete his preparations before the target regained consciousness.

Within 20 to 30 seconds, Lato Guiaros eyes fluttered open.

First, he encountered Louis Berry, the adventurer in the golden straw hat, adorned with a faint smile. Subsequently, he discovered himself seated on a chair at some indeterminate moment, facing the divan in the bedroom.

Lato attempted to scream, but his vocal cords rebelled, rendering him motionless.

Have you grasped your situation? Lumian reclined on the sofa, placing his right foot on his left knee.

He spoke in Intisian.

Fear etched across Latos face, rendering him unable to nod or respond.

While he possessed certain abilities, Lato was certain they wouldnt suffice against the adventurer Louis Berry. They would likely result in a renewed coma or a swift lightning strike.

What do you want? Lato suddenly inquired.

He, too, knew Intisian.

Attempting to raise his hand in surprise to touch his neck, he found himself immobilized.

Lato Guiaro lapsed into silence.

With a smile, Lumian responded, I have a few questions for you. Answer them satisfactorily, and I might consider letting you live until tomorrow to assist me in spreading the word about this affair.

Lato remained silent for a moment before consenting, What do you want to know?

Lumian casually shook his right ankle.

Are Nolfi and Batna with you?

Yes, Lato responded with a strong inclination to divulge information. Theyre locked up in the basement. Theyre still alive. I just want to use them.

For what? Lumian inquired, intrigued.

Latos lips trembled as he explained, I intend to use them to lead you to the location of the sea sacrificial ritual and guide you to rent a boat there.

So, youre the one who wrote that note... Lumian exclaimed in realization. How do you plan to guide me?

Lato struggled to articulate his actions, but his mouth moved faster than his thoughts.

I want you to discover that Nolfi and the Batna intend to rent a boat and head out to sea. Then, Ill arrange for them to seize an opportunity to escape and relay something to you, letting you know the significance of the sea area.

And then? Lumian inquired with curiosity.

Lato sealed his lips shut but eventually spoke.

What they will tell you is the truth, but they are unaware of one thing: Never engage a Child of the Sea in a sea battle! Juan Oro awaits you in that sea region, ready to bury you entirely!

So, the Fisheries Guild planted a deceptive trail through the clue about Nolfi, posing as a turncoat to lure me into a trap and eliminate me... If I hadnt swiftly revealed my intent to investigate the sea prayer ritual, exposing Nolfi and Batna to exploitation, they might already be sleeping with the fishes... The skirmish against Lugano was crafted to deceive me... As Lumians thoughts raced, he heard Lato express confusion, You havent even started your investigation. How did you find me? You merely sent your interpreter to inquire about Nolfi and the others whereabouts. There was no follow-up...

Lumians smile held a cryptic undertone as he disclosed, Do you think Im here alone to investigate the sea prayer ritual?

I represent the will of many. Numerous comrades lurk in the shadows of Port Santa.

Lato felt a chill course through his stiffened body, lending credence to Lumians words.

Lumian raised his right hand and stroked his chin.

Where does your power come from?

Latos throat constricted as he answered, From the sea. Each sea prayer ritual grants us strength.

Unfortunately, the ritual failed last year. We received no replenishment for two years, and everyone weakened to varying degrees. Otherwise, Juan Oro would have finished you long ago. He would have cast your lifeless form into Wave Square, a stark warning to those who cross us!

Similar to a boon? Theoretically, even without replenishment, a boons power will gradually wane... Lumian pondered for a moment and remarked,

The sea prayer ritual is a large-scale boon-seeking ritual, with the Governor of the Sea as the primary sacrifice?

Lato contemplated for a moment before responding,He serves as both sacrifice and host. Juan Oro and we act as assistant hosts.

The sea prayer ritual is essentially a marriage to the sea and appeasing it. The boon is a byproduct.

Marriage to the sea? Lumian suddenly found his imagination lacking.