At the public carriage stand, Cyril, who had been looking for the carriage bound for the South Bridge District, suddenly stopped and looked up at the ever-gray sky.
His spiritual intuition had just been stirred. It seemed that some very powerful creature was approaching from another spatial layer.
As he focused, the colors of the street, pedestrians, carriages, and rooftops in his vision became vivid and intense. Even the gray sky radiated a rainbow halo brimming with knowledge, like a graffiti painting.
At the same time, he saw a mummy wrapped head to toe in filthy yellow bandages, with only half its body remaining, swiftly pass overhead.
Behind it, several shadowy tentacles covered in densely packed eyeballs lashed through the air, like a Shepherd driving a flock.
The instant he saw that scene, Cyril decisively closed his eyes to keep those two Spirit World creatures from noticing him.
Smack!
Something heavy fell from above, punched through the newspaper in his hand, and landed on the ground.
Cyril lowered his head thoughtfully and opened his eyes, seeing a dusty metal box of indiscernible material lying by his feet.
Strange patterns had been drawn across the iron box's surface in crooked lines. They completely blocked his spiritual perception and his gaze that could peer into reality. Staring at them for too long even made his head feel a little dizzy.
"Either the box is a magical item, or it contains one."
"So this is hush money? I wonder whether it's the kind that makes someone unable to speak ever again, or the kind used to curry favor with someone..."
After murmuring a few words, he bent down and picked up the dusty metal box at his feet.
Unable to tell whether what was inside was dangerous, he did not dare open it