Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 664 - Lost Moon

Chapter 664: Chapter 664 Lost Moon

Chapter 664: Chapter 664 Lost Moon

The sword hidden in Sicarl Mountain, which belonged to the previous owner of the “Demon Hunting Seal” held by Shard, was actually owned by the ancestor of the eye doctor from the distant past.

As for why the High Ring Sorcerer didn’t place these two relics together, it wasn’t clearly written on the parchment Shard received from Mr. Alfred, the eye doctor. The parchment only mentioned the location of the sword and the concealment and defense measures taken to prevent it from being taken by others.

Although that had happened eight hundred years ago, since it was arranged by a High Ring Sorcerer, Shard believed the likelihood of the sword being taken was very low. However, as times change, even Sicarl Mountain itself had undergone many changes over those eight hundred years.

Thus, even with the position confirmed by the evening sunlight and a detailed map of Sicarl Mountain, Shard could not guarantee he would definitely find it.

He left Red Water Camp around five in the afternoon, headed down the mountain along Rising Wind Trail and soon entered the forest. It took him a few minutes to deal with an evil spirit that emerged out of nowhere, and unfortunately, he then encountered a one-eyed black bear foraging in the mountain.

Shard had not planned to kill it, but it viciously attacked the outlander and then was decapitated by the moonlight.

However, Shard did not waste the body of the bear fattening up for the autumn; he turned it into a toy that he carried around, thinking it could be sold to a local merchant or brought to a restaurant in Tobesk.

Murky fog appeared out of nowhere at dusk, though it was not as intense as the avalanche-like white fog Shard had encountered before in the mountains, it still brought evil spirits drifting out from the Interstice.

This made Shard’s quest to find the sword even more difficult, but fortunately, before the sun set, he successfully found the stream described by the Circle Sorcerer from eight hundred years ago and with the aid of a compass, continued heading directly eastward.

Although he did not find the “huge cedar” mentioned on the parchment—the place had turned into a hunter’s cabin—he did find under the starlight the “Blackwood Forest” mentioned on the parchment. The so-called “Blackwood” was not a species of trees but trees that had turned black due to geological conditions and soil environment.

Shard guessed that this was due to the influence of volcanoes and the Interstice, creating a unique environment for tree growth, and as long as the problem with the Interstice was unsolved, this “Blackwood Forest” would continue to exist.

Wandering around the mountain, the sun had imperceptibly disappeared from the sky. However, the arrival of night did not induce panic or fear in Shard; on the contrary, walking in the forest and bathing in the moonlight from the sky made him feel increasingly robust—even better than the feeling after taking a hot bath, holding an interesting storybook, and lying in bed with a cat.

[Odd simile.]

The path through the forest was not easy, and just as Shard was pushing aside the undergrowth again, the scene before him suddenly opened up. It was a cliff at the middle of the mountain, barren of any grass, yet fully illuminated by the starry sky and moonlight.

He had found the right spot—it was this cliff.

“Oh, moon…”

Arriving at the edge of the cliff in the middle of the mountain, Shard looked up at the dazzling star river and the three moons overhead. Looking up at the moon from a cliff in the mountain, where the starry sky seemed so close overhead, created a scene like a painting that could not be seen in the city.

Having found his destination, Shard felt somewhat relieved. He looked up at the moon, recalling what Luviya once said—ancient stargazers, due to their excessive worship and obsession with the moon, eventually went mad, transforming their bodies into accumulations of flesh that could only madly worship the moon.

“But the moon is so sacred, how could it drive one mad?”

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Squinting at the moon in the starry sky, with each breath, Shard even felt the moon was getting closer and closer to him. In a trance, he seemed to stand once more atop the immense field in his dreams, looking up at the huge moon disk.

His mind gradually blurring, the Yellow Moon and Red Moon had not changed, but the Silvermoon did seem to be getting closer and closer to him at the edge of the cliff.

In a daze, Shard reached out his right hand, trying to touch the silver moon that seemed almost within reach.

But a woman’s hand from behind grabbed Shard’s arm, stopping him from truly “touching” the sky.

“You…”

Shard suddenly awoke from that strange state.

[Not me.]

The arm that grabbed him was not transparent; under the woman’s pale right hand was the sleeve of a black silk nun’s robe.

“Oh, just now…”

Shard turned around, panting, and saw Sister Delphine.

Seeing that Shard had returned to normal, the nun withdrew her hand, her hands clasped together naturally in front of her. Under the starry sky, her silver ornamental eye patch, with its complex and meticulous patterns, appeared even more mystical than usual.

Behind Sister Delphine, two lines of similarly dressed “blind nuns” wearing eye patches stood on either side, though they varied in height and hair color, all maintaining the same posture.

Even though everyone was wearing eye patches, Shard still felt as if he was being watched by more than twenty pairs of eyes. He was somewhat embarrassed but also curious:

“Good evening, Sister Delphine, are you going to…”

“To the lake at the summit of Sicarl Mountain, to conduct a ritual, to observe the current state of the Interstice,”

the nun said softly, her head moving slightly upward as she “observed” Shard:

“Mr. Hamilton, do you know what just happened?”

“I was staring at the starry sky, daydreaming for a bit…”

He intended to say “a few minutes,” but suddenly realized it was now past eight in the evening. He had stood on the cliff for over an hour without noticing.

This was nearly impossible for Shard, who possessed the Space-Time Spirit Rune and the Arcane Technique – Time Perception.

“Why didn’t you warn me?”

“Why should I warn you when there is no great danger to you?”

The wind carried “her” voice to his ears.

“Although you are blessed by Silvermoon, you must still be cautious when facing it and not be deceived by the appearance of the moon,”

the nun cautioned.

“This is the first time something like this has happened; yes, something was definitely not right just now.”

Shard patted his head:

“If I had really touched the moon, it’s hard to imagine what might have happened. Oh, Sister Delphine, how did you find me?”

The location of this cliff on the mountain side was deep in the mountains, with any path leading up the mountain far from this place.

“My eyes ‘saw’ the strange moonlight here, and so I found you,”

she said softly.

“I see.”

Shard still felt his head was somewhat muzzy, completely unclear about what had just happened, but it was definitely good that Sister Delphine had interrupted his attempt to touch the moon.

“If you want to get closer to the moon, we can guard you from the side. Would you like to join us on the mountain? Beside the lake at the summit, that’s the best place in this area to observe the moon.”

Shard thought for a moment, then shook his head:

“Thank you for your kindness, but I have other things to do.”

Using the Arcane Technique “Silent Moonlight” and “Cyndia’s Silvermoon Blessing,” a light pillar seemed to cast down from the moon enveloping him, and as the glimmer lit up, he pressed his fingers to his temples:

“I have other business in the mountains, so I won’t be joining you this time. Thank you for your kindness, Sister Delphine.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The nun nodded slightly, her voice harmonizing well with the silent night forest:

“Besides, you need to be careful moving through Sicarl Mountain at night, not only because of the stronger evil spirits, but also because the vampire kind from the city have been seen here lately.”

“Vampire kind?”

Shard thought of the Benhart nephews:

“Aren’t the local vampire clans always well-behaved? Are they trying to meddle in the affairs of The Chosen One, or also seeking to contribute to the interstice issue?”

“Neither, actually. We’re not clear on what those people are up to. But there’s evidence that the vampires who were merely living here have acquired three sage-level relics, and there’s reason to believe they got them from other clans.”

“Oh? Three sage-level relics?”

Shard was somewhat surprised; when he first came to this world, the city of Tobesk was already stirred up just for one Sage Level “God’s Gift Box.”

“Sage Level – Crown of Blood, Sage Level – Vampire Ring, Sage Level – Blood Thorn Scepter.

The first represents the power of the vampire clans, any vampire who acquires it instantly ascends 3 levels naturally, but cannot break through to Inner Ring or High Ring, and the bearer will consequently fear sunlight.

The second is a race transformation ring; non-vampire bearers are treated as vampires, and it significantly enhances all unique arcane techniques of the race, such as transforming into a swarm of bats. However, the bearer will fear silver.

The third is a powerful weapon that enhances the bearer’s sorcery and arcane techniques, with enhancements related to blood being particularly pronounced. But the bearer will lose their immortal nature and rapid recovery abilities, and during use, they will feel as if being pierced by thorns.

“People traditionally believe vampires fear sunlight and silverware because of these first two relics,”

the nun explained.

“What exactly are the local vampires up to… wait, the vampire ring.”

Shard raised his eyebrows:

“Sister, the activation spell words for that ring, they couldn’t possibly be ‘Blood and Flesh Transposition, the Ascent of the Soul of Flesh,’ could they?”