A bolt of lightning streaked across the deep sky, illuminating the entire City of Silver. However, it didn't last long before it quickly faded away, returning the World to darkness.
After Derrick Berg opened his eyes, he immediately got out of bed and ran for the door.
As he walked, he slowed down his pace, and a troubled expression appeared on his face.
How am I supposed to mention the Creator's relic to the Chief? Tell the chief directly that I've taken a fancy to an item? No, that won't do. Although according to Mr. The Hanging Man, the Chief has a tacit understanding towards such matters, I have a nagging feeling that I shouldn't be so direct … Derrick had always been a thin-skinned youth. Even when his parents were alive, he rarely reached out to ask for things.
He stopped where he was and seriously recalled the performances of Miss Justice, Mr. The Hanging Man, and the other members of the Tarot who were good at conversation, hoping to find a reasonable excuse by imitating them.
After simulating for a long time, Derrick gritted his teeth and decided to be more direct.
He picked up Thunder God's Roar, opened the door, entered the street, and walked all the way to the Twin Towers in the north of the city.
Along the way, many City of Silver residents walked out of their homes with smiles on their faces as they gathered in the direction of the training grounds.
This period of time was the "season" for the Black-Faced Grass harvest. It was a "festival" for the City of Silver to offer sacrifices to the Creator. It was also one of the rare days of the year when people who were struggling to survive in the darkness felt happy from the bottom of their hearts.
Looking at the children who were still skipping and the adults who were wearing the Black-Faced Grass amulet and rings, listening to their discussion and the occasional singing, Derrick gradually calmed down, and his footsteps became more and more determined.
After arriving at the spire in the middle of the twin towers, he was notified and met Colin Iliad, the chief of the six-member council, in a room at the top of the spire.
This Demon Hunter was the same as usual. His white hair was rather messy and unkempt. The wrinkles on his face were rather heavy, and there were old scars that were either deep or twisted. His light blue eyes were deep and experienced, as though they could see through one's heart.
When Derrick was done bowing, he nodded.
"How's your mastery of the Priest of Light potion?"
This referred to the spiritual restraint and proficiency in the corresponding divine arts.
Derrick answered frankly, "That's right.
"Just a little more."
"Well, there's no need to rush. The other members of the exploration team are not ready yet. They still need some time, just like Lovia. She's still collecting and searching for materials to advance," Colin Iliad said casually.
Indeed, Elder Lovia will also participate in the exploration of the Giant King's Court … She's attempting to open the door to becoming a demigod? Derrick was stunned for two seconds before he asked without hiding anything,
"Does Elder Lovia have the follow-up potion formula?"
This was a problem that had always troubled the Shepherd Elder, causing her to be unable to become a demigod for many years.
"Yes." Colin gave an affirmative answer, but did not give an explanation.
He asked,
"What's the matter this time?"
Derrick felt a little anxious when he heard that. He didn't make a request, but he still said rather directly, "Don't worry.
"Your Excellency, I discovered a relic of the Creator. It corresponds to the Sequence 4 Unshadowed of the Sun pathway."
The tall and muscular Colin Iliad, who was dressed in a linen shirt, focused his gaze as the look in his eyes changed.
It contained extremely complicated and indescribable emotions, causing Derrick to stand rooted to the ground, forgetting what he was about to say.
Amidst the indescribable silence, Demon Hunter Colin said in a deep voice, "Relic?"
"Relic?"
Derrick's pupils constricted as he realized that he had accidentally said something serious.
He had agonized over the fact that the Creator might have been devoured and completely perished, never to return for a long period of time. It was to the point that he had the illusion that it was common knowledge.
Faced with the Chief's question and gaze, Derrick fell silent, momentarily at a loss for an explanation.
He hesitated for a few seconds before he finally opened his mouth with great difficulty.
"Yes, relic.
"The Kings have betrayed the Lord …"
He subconsciously used the term the ecclesiastic in Afternoon Town used to address the Kings of Angels.
Colin looked at Derrick. Just like that, his light blue eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment.
The Demon Hunter didn't say a word for a long time. After nearly a minute, he calmly said, "That's right.
After nearly a minute, he calmly said, "I got it."
His voice unknowingly turned a little deep. He didn't ask where the Creator's relic Derrick had discovered was, what it looked like, or what it was used for.
His eyes regained their deepness. He didn't continue the topic just now, but changed the topic.
Instead, he said, "You've already become a Sequence 5. You have the right to know what kind of Saint-level Sealed Artifacts the City of Silver has. Once you can rein in your spirituality and completely grasp the theurgical spells, I'll give you the corresponding information and lead you to the place where they are sealed.
"If you can be compatible with a particular Saint-level Sealed Artifact and reduce its negative effects, then you can wield it."
The compatibility here referred to Derrick's psyche being sufficiently similar to the remnant psyche mark of a High-Sequence Beyonder in the Sealed Artifact, allowing him to reduce the terrifying negative effects through a certain degree of deception.
In the City of Silver, there was no lack of commonly used Beyonder characteristics and ingredients. Furthermore, everyone had grasped the acting method. The main thing that prevented them from advancing was the difficulty of fulfilling the ritual's conditions. Sometimes, not having a potion formula didn't stop them from advancing from Sequence 8 to Sequence 7, or from Sequence 7 to Sequence 6. As long as they advanced through the correct method of consuming a potion and had completely digested it, they could attempt to directly consume a Beyonder characteristic to advance if they were willing to take the risk. The chances of success weren't too low. And from Sequence 6 to Sequence 5, without the aid of a ritual, the chances of success were extremely low.
Therefore, in the City of Silver, there were many Sequence 6s, and Sequence 5s became rare. They were a class that was highly valued.
Why did the Chief suddenly mention this … Does he mean that I can use a Saint-level Sealed Artifact to exchange for the Creator's relic? I haven't expressed my intentions in this regard … Yes, I'll first sacrifice the information to Mr. Fool and see which one can please "Him" … Derrick was stunned for a few seconds before he came to a realization and nodded solemnly.
"Yes, Your Excellency."
He didn't say anything else as he bade farewell and prepared to participate in the harvest festival.
Demon Hunter Colin watched his back disappear through the door before he slowly walked to the window and cast his gaze at the altar near the training ground.
There were already many people gathered there. They were surrounding the Creator's altar, either using ancient dances to please the deities, or opening their throats to sing praises of the great existence.
They had obvious smiles on their faces, and their eyes were filled with longing and anticipation. It was as though the Creator would return in a few more years, and all their suffering would end.
Such expectations had been shattered time and time again in the past two to three thousand years, but they would rise again and again, supporting people's hearts to resist the despair and repression.
Colin Iliad stood by the window, watching intently and seriously.
…
Baekeland, Böklund Street.
After returning to the real World from above the gray fog, Klein felt a little heavy.
The diary page from Rosell The Great had allowed him to pry into the secret of a Spectator. He understood how dangerous it was to continue investigating the king. Even with the Church of Evernight backing him and the Goddess's blessings, it wasn't that safe.
It's mainly because the Goddess is digesting the Uniqueness of the Death pathway. "She" won't be able to descend for a very long period of time … I hope that the Lord of Storms and the God of Steam and Machinery can respond in time … No matter what, with Ma 'am Arianna, Will Auceptin, and Pallez Zoroast, even if I face a King of Angels, it's not certain death. Even if I die, "They" still have a chance to snatch my corpse back … The longer I hold on, the higher the chances of me surviving … Klein used a self-deprecating method to relieve his stress.
Previously, above the gray fog, he had already decided on the focus of his investigations. It was to pursue Saintess of White Katarina and Demoness Trissy, whose Sequence was unknown. As for Hvin Rambis, as long as "He" didn't take the initiative to contact Miss Justice, he would try his best not to search for "Him" to prevent any accidents he couldn't fend off.
On the one hand, I'll wait for Miss Judgment's reply. On the other hand, I'll try to see if I can find Vice Admiral Ailment and use the bloodline connection to lock onto the Saintess of White. The possibility isn't too high. The three Churches will definitely think of such a solution. The Demoness Sect won't be unprepared … I'll get Dhaniz to attempt to gather items related to Vice Admiral Ailment later. I'll rely on the gray fog's divination that can block out interference … Yes, I can also get him to ask about Anderson's situation. There's no rush. The Unshadowed Crucifix is undergoing experiments … Klein reined in his thoughts and got out of bed.
He had already used the gray fog's suppression to bind the Unshadowed Crucifix and the mystical item, Broken Finger, together. He wanted to see if a Beyonder characteristic would appear the next time he went up.
After resting at home for a while, Klein changed his clothes and went out with his valet, Enuni. He planned on heading to Saint Samuel Cathedral to pray before heading to the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation.
This valet wasn't actually Winner, but Qonas Kilgor. The real Enuni had long used the Flower of Blood ring to transform into flesh and blood and hid in the Earl of The Fallen's stomach.
At that moment, the weather in Baekeland was seasonally gloomy. The gas lamps on both sides of the road, which were surrounded by iron grilles, hadn't been lit. There were a few sparsely lit lamps in the houses on the left and right.
Klein watched all of this without any expression. He took a carriage from Böklund Street to Phelps Street and prayed at Saint Samuel Cathedral. Then, he put on his top hat, picked up his cane, and walked to the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation.
As he approached the door, he heard the sound of bells. He saw Miss Audrey riding a modified bicycle that didn't have a crossbar. It was rather exquisite as she came out from a small alley.
She was wearing a plain white dress and a pair of black leather shoes. Her blonde hair was tied up in a simple bun, and her blue eyes were focused on the road. On the seat behind her was a large golden retriever that could maintain its balance no matter how the bicycle swayed.
Upon noticing the elegant gentleman with white sideburns in front of her, the corners of Audrey's mouth curled up slightly. Her smile was clear as she greeted him briskly.
"Good afternoon ~ Mr. Dantès."
"Good afternoon, Miss Audrey. You seem to be in a good mood?" Klein watched as she braked the bicycle and propped herself up with her feet.
Audrey pursed her lips as her smile brightened.
"You're right. I'm indeed in a good mood. After riding a few laps like this, I feel like all my troubles have disappeared."
PS: I've received double. Seeking monthly tickets ~ There's another update tonight.
PS2: Recommending a new spy novel from the Republic of China, Spy Tracks. It's written with great sincerity: Forensic doctor Lin Jiangbei accidentally transmigrated to the Republic of China and became a military agent. He used his identity to pursue Japanese spies and help the underground organizations. In this era of war, he wrote a hot-blooded legend of Chinese men!
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