On Tuesday afternoon, Cyril was getting ready to go out when a dense gray fog suddenly surged before his eyes.
Within the gray fog, crimson light rose, swelled, then rapidly contracted, coalescing into a scene of a man whose features were indistinct, praying with his head bowed in a dim room.
"Esteemed Mr. Fool, I have contacted the Sanguine who owns the Meteorite Crystal through Emlyn White. He is asking for 700 pounds and won't accept any haggling."
...700 pounds, a full 100 pounds more than I'd expected. Damn Sanguine, he was obviously taking advantage of the opportunity to raise the price.
He grumbled to himself, glanced at the blurry figure sitting leisurely in a high-backed chair deep within the gray fog, then lowered his head and said:
"Understood. I'll have the money ready by tonight and transfer it through a ritual of summoning and bestowing."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gray fog before his eyes receded like the tide. From beginning to end, the Fool neither spoke nor moved.
"It's clear Mr. Fool really doesn't want to talk to me."
He muttered under his breath, put on his coat, picked up his weapons and the Beyonder materials he needed to sell, and headed out.
Today happened to be the day that the old Eye of Wisdom had arranged a gathering of Beyonders. He'd already planned to sell some of the Beyonder materials he'd obtained earlier, along with the Holy Silver Bullets made by the Peacemaker, to replenish his funds.
In the East District, just after stepping down from the public carriage, Cyril's Spirituality suddenly gave him a warning. Instinctively, he threw himself diagonally forward.
Bang!
Several colorful squid tentacles stretched out of thin air where he'd been standing and slapped against the ground and the side