I've Become the King of Villains in the Game
Chapter 857 - 543 Best Friend

A few days later, in the afternoon.

In a café near Saint Byron Academy.

Felisiano was stirring a cup of hot cocoa, bored out of his mind. He occasionally looked up towards the door, but always withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

He touched the spot on his face where the medicated patch was and smiled bitterly, muttering:

"Hope Raphael won’t laugh at me later..."

"Hahaha!"

Laughter immediately reached Felisiano’s ears.

He turned his head in astonishment, only to see a handsome young man with long curly brown hair, bending over in a eavesdropping posture, with a wanton smile on his face.

"Raphael, you bastard!"

Felisiano blushed and cursed lightly, punching his friend Raphael’s arm forcefully.

"Long time no see, my dear friend."

Raphael, dressed in a snug high-collar aristocratic outfit, embraced Felisiano warmly before sitting down opposite him.

"It’s been almost half a year... Where have you been during this time? I couldn’t find any news about you, even started to suspect you might have silently died in some corner of the world!"

Felisiano hastily said, adding:

"I was pleasantly surprised to receive your letter yesterday!"

"It’s a long story..."

Raphael’s smile showed a hint of melancholy.

He first called for a waiter, asked for a cup of bitter coffee, and then said to Felisiano:

"Let’s not talk about me first, I heard you were beaten up by the Belo family’s eldest son a few days ago?"

"Well, you know Pask’s nature, he was humiliating me along with a few noble kids. I couldn’t hold back, so I argued with them..."

Felisiano’s expression was a bit awkward.

Raphael shook his head:

"You’re still the same, always acting without considering the consequences. They are Transcendents, no matter what, it’ll always be you who suffers."

"But I couldn’t let them insult my father and family..."

Felisiano said earnestly.

"But things have been sorted out. Thanks to a new senior I met, he stood up for me and taught Pask and his guys a lesson... The Belo family wanted to seek justice, but for some reason, suddenly quieted down this morning. Even Pask and his guys have collectively withdrawn from school as if they had a prior arrangement."

"A senior?"

Raphael frowned slightly.

"Yes, we are all students of the same professor..."

Felisiano quickly recounted to his dear friend Raphael about joining Professor Jack Spett.

Raphael’s eyes showed deep thought, the long curls on his forehead fell down, displaying a touch of elegance. As the waiter brought hot bitter coffee, he thanked him and tipped him with several Red Crux coins.

"Felisiano, your professor isn’t simple, is he?"

He drank his coffee with a smile.

Felisiano raised his eyebrows, feeling proud and pretending to be mysterious:

"Of course, according to our senior, Professor Jack is not only a high-ranking Saint like Principal Hugo, but also has a title in the Mystic Realm, known as ’White Scale Dragon’..."

Raphael’s hand holding the coffee froze, and surprise flashed in his eyes beneath his long hair.

"Your Majesty Jack Spett..."

"Raphael, do you know the professor?"

Felisiano asked in confusion.

"No, I don’t know him... I wish I could know such a great person, but that’s impossible."

Raphael laughed self-deprecatingly.

"But over the past half year of mingling in the Mystic Realm, I’ve heard a lot about His deeds. To be able to have Your Majesty Jack as your mentor is truly lucky and enviable."

"So... you haven’t actually solved that big trouble?"

Felisiano seemed to hear something from his friend’s words, and asked with concern.

Raphael fell silent.

He took a deep breath, then shook his head solemnly.

"I’ve tried... but no matter what I do, I can’t escape that dream. And the family’s elders, including my father, almost everyone hopes I will awaken the ancestor for the family’s sake..."

Raphael said and suddenly realized something, then stopped talking about it, turning to say softly:

"Enough, Felisiano, I shouldn’t tell you this, it will harm you."

"What are you talking about? After all these years, I’ve been helping you find a way, unfortunately... Ahem, but now I’m also a Transcendent. With Professor Jack’s help, I’ve become a Scholar, and will learn a new Magic next week. I can help you!"

Felisiano hurriedly said.

Raphael looked quietly at this dear friend, a flash of emotion in his eyes, but he soon smiled and shook his head in refusal.

He had already become a Sequence Five Wax Figure Maker. After half a year of wandering, there was no progress, what could an appena promoted Transcendent do?

But remembering the past, Raphael’s expression softened.

Beside the mountain villa of the Merte family, there used to be the retreat of the Mitchell family. The two played together since childhood, had a good relationship and talked about everything.

As Raphael grew up, his talent became more prominent. Not only did he step into the Mystic Realm and become an Earth Faction Sequence Nine Tomb Robber at the age of twelve, he also advanced rapidly over the next few years, becoming a Sequence Six Gargoyle before his twentieth birthday.

This was due to Raphael’s special nature.

He had a trace of Mythical blood of the ancestor flowing in his body!

At the same time, it came with a certain "Curse"...

Starting from several years ago, Raphael frequently dreamt of a strange cemetery. He had a hunch that in the huge and ancient coffin in the middle lay his family’s ancestor, Seth Mitchell!

And every time Raphael dreamt, he felt intense discomfort and pain. There were even several times when he nearly lost control due to the gloomy atmosphere in the cemetery.

Initially due to fear, he only told his one and only friend, Felisiano... But this friend was just an ordinary person at that time, besides offering comfort, he had no means to help.

Later, Raphael sought help from his father and family, but instead of being alarmed, they were delighted and extremely excited, believing it was the call of the ancestor, and Raphael was the medium connecting the two sides, the hope for the family’s revival...

Over half a year ago, Raphael, tormented by the dual stress of pressure and nightmares, left only a letter for Felisiano, stating that he would find a solution on his own, and then disappeared.

It was not until yesterday that he informed his friend of his return.

"Can’t you try to wake up your ancestor?"

Felisiano remained silent for a while before cautiously asking.

"Perhaps if He awakens, your family will indeed become better, and you will no longer have this dream..."

"No."

Raphael shook his head solemnly.

"I tried approaching that coffin, but as I got closer, my sanity would rapidly drain away. I fear I would lose control before even touching it... Maybe only after I advance to a higher position can I completely resolve this issue."

He sighed as he spoke.

Moreover, Raphael hadn’t told Felisiano that about half a year ago, there had been some changes in the cemetery of his dreams... A small white snake had appeared on that coffin.

He didn’t know what it meant, but it always felt dangerous.

"Don’t worry, Felisiano. The reason I returned this time is that I have found a clue..."

Raphael consoled his friend, who was wearing a distressed expression.

"Three hundred kilometers northeast of Enlightenment Port, on a misty sea, lies the ruins of a deserted island. There might be some extraordinary materials there, and using them to concoct a potion can temporarily shield me from this influence, allowing me to enjoy some peace."

"I’ll go with you. Who knows what dangers might be there? The more, the merrier!"

Felisiano quickly said.

Worried that Raphael might refuse, he added:

"If it really doesn’t work, I’ll ask the professor for help, or have Senior Polaris and the others go with us... The senior is already a Sequence Six Transcendent of Destiny, and both senior sisters are Sequence Seven. They are all very powerful! Plus, my family has money and can pay them a large amount. They will agree!"

Raphael opened his mouth, ready to refuse.

But seeing Felisiano’s determined expression, he thought about it and felt that this would indeed be safer, so he nodded and said:

"Alright... But I’ll cover the rewards, and there’s no need to trouble His Majesty Jack. You might not understand what it means to be His student yet, but I can tell you, most people in the Mystic Realm do not have your luck... So cherish it, and don’t ruin His impression of you over this small matter."

"Is that so... Hmm, alright then."

Felisiano replied, somewhat understanding yet confused.

Looking at his empty cup of hot cocoa, he then smiled and said:

"Let’s have something to eat first. It’s been a long time since we had a meal together."

"I’ll have..."

Raphael had just started speaking when Felisiano picked up the menu and instructed the waiter:

"One red wine-braised oxtail, one seafood fried rice, and two platters with desserts... and..."

Felisiano turned around and winked at him:

"Haven’t your tastes changed? I remember you love seafood fried rice."

"Of course not."

Raphael smiled, deeply touched.

Then, as they ate, they talked about their lives over the past half year. After a while, Felisiano said, somewhat distressed:

"I don’t know what’s wrong, but I’ve been feeling very unlucky... Tripping in the academy, getting hit by a carriage on the street, nearly getting burned alive when the house caught fire after I got home."

Raphael listened, slowly swallowing his food, his expression becoming serious... His first thought was that it might be some kind of mysterious event affecting his friend.

He put down his spoon and asked:

"Have you made any enemies recently?"

"No... Except for that group of guys from Pask."

Felisiano pouted.

Raphael frowned in thought and then asked again:

"It shouldn’t be them... Have you picked up or bought any strange items recently?"

"No... Oh, two weeks ago, I gave some alms to a beggar by the roadside. He gave me a ring in return. Does that count?"

"Let me see it."

Raphael said in a serious tone.

Felisiano took a ring out of his pocket and handed it to his friend. Raphael took it, frowning even more deeply.

The ring was entirely made of bronze, with a cheap square emerald set in it, and an inclined cross engraved in the center.

Raphael could clearly sense that this ring contained extraordinary power, along with some malice and a curse.

"It’s this ring that’s making you unlucky, Felisiano."

He said, looking up.

Felisiano appeared somewhat astonished.

"From now on, you must stay away from such strange things."

As a genius of the Mitchell Family, Raphael had been trained since childhood and had roamed the Mystic Realm as an adult, so he was very familiar with such things.

He exerted some force with his fingers, and the ring was immediately crushed, the cheap gemstone turning into powder.

Felisiano immediately felt a sense of relief wash over him.

"Thank you, Raphael. I feel like... my body is lighter."

"That’s right."

Raphael smiled and shook his head.

"And thank me for what? You didn’t used to be so formal."

Felisiano laughed heartily and then asked:

"By the way, when are you planning to set off for the deserted island ruins?"

"Next week... Friday morning."

Raphael thought for a moment and then said softly.

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