What kind of Saint-level Sealed Artifact do I want to choose? Derrick Berg subconsciously examined his own needs.
As the Sun pathway had a certain level of restraint against the monsters in the darkness, and he also had Thunder God's Roar, he didn't have much desire for offensive or support-type Sealed Artifacts. And the experience of being beaten up while making friends made him subconsciously wish for a mystical item that could provide stronger defense.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Derrick suddenly came to a realization. He understood that the essence of the question wasn't what Saint-level Sealed Artifact he wanted, but which Saint-level Sealed Artifact could exchange for the Creator's cross from Mr. Fool.
He hesitated for a moment and frankly asked,
"Your Excellency, do you have any suggestions?"
Colin glanced at him and left his original spot. He slowly walked to the window and turned around.
"There are four Sealed Artifacts that are relatively suitable for you.
"The first one is called the Sword of Silverdawn. It was left behind by an Elder who died thirteen hundred years ago.
"Holding this straight sword can hide one's malice and certain actions, effectively interfering with divination and prophecy, and obtain exaggerated strength. It can bring a dawn against evil and degeneration to the surrounding area.
"It can also stir up a destructive storm of light, creating an invisible and sturdy defensive wall around the wielder. Every time it is connected to the ground, the protective force will be unshakable.
"At the tip of the hilt is a statue of a human head with a single eye and a huge mouth. It has the characteristics of a living person. Feeding the corresponding herbs, essential oils, and medicines to this statue will cause the Sword of Silverdawn to produce different effects, such as lightning, freezing, purification, burning, rotting, and exorcism.
"This sword has strict conditions for using it. It's impossible to pick it up if you're less than 180 centimeters tall. It's difficult to unleash its full power if you're less than 200 centimeters tall. In addition, the statue of a human head at the top of the hilt is very talkative. It's always chattering. If the wielder doesn't respond to it, perhaps at a critical moment, the Sword of Silverdawn will suddenly give up resisting and even attack its owner. If the wielder is willing to talk to the statue, he will be on the brink of madness."
This is what I want, a Sealed Artifact that's good at defense … Derrick muttered to himself. He didn't interrupt the Chief's explanation as he quietly listened to him continue introducing the Sealed Artifacts.
"The second item is the 'Twilight Mask', which came from the previous Chief. It's a mask made from a skull. It can conceal malice, thoughts, and behavioral tendencies, making the wearer seem like a dead person without any thoughts.
"As long as you wear this mask, you will have the power of a true giant and the right to rule over the undead. Any living creature that looks into the eyes of the wearer will die immediately. Even if they have divinity, they will still be severely injured. And even if there is no eye contact, the target that the wearer sees will slowly wither, just like crossing the river of death inch by inch.
"The person who wears this mask can also create the terrifying Twilight Storm. Anything that is tainted by the dim light will decay, rot, wither, die, and lose its sense of life.
"Most attacks other than purification are ineffective against people wearing the Twilight Mask, just like how no one can kill a dead person.
This' Twilight Mask 'is very powerful, but it's also extremely dangerous. Even if it doesn't do anything and just leaves it there, the people around it will suddenly die one after another for no reason. Therefore, there needs to be a suitable sealing method …
"No matter who it is, after wearing this mask, their ears will constantly echo with screams and roars that seem to come from the depths of the Underworld. This is a mental attack that can drive a person crazy and make them lose their rationality. At the same time, as long as they wear this mask for more than five minutes, they will irrevocably become its slave."
This Sealed Artifact can't be used. Although it's powerful, it can only be used to seal … Uh … Only a mighty existence like Mr. Fool can ignore its negative effects … Derrick opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word.
Colin Iliad recalled the information and continued, "The third item is called Life's Cane.
It can control Beyonder creatures with low intelligence, reducing their madness for a short period of time. It can use incomplete spirits and all kinds of materials to complete extreme Life Refinement. This can create ordinary humans that can live for a long time. It can also create different dolls that are used for combat and all kinds of matters, including stone golems, earth golems, and steel golems.
"Any living being that has been struck by this cane will have an increased tendency to go crazy and lose control. Their bodies will also have a certain chance of mutating, growing watermelons, mushrooms, wheat, and other things. Of course, these are inedible and will cause contamination.
"As for the living beings that have been struck by the cane, no matter how serious their injuries are, they will be healed, except for those that have already begun to lose control.
"This cane will fill the surrounding area with vitality. Be it plants or animals, they will be able to flourish and reproduce rapidly. Unfortunately, it's useless against our cursed land.
"The person who carries Life's Cane has a high chance of having a mutation. The longer they hold it, the higher the chance. This will cause them to have more organs, or lose parts of their body, which will be replaced by various plants."
It sounds sinister … Derrick felt an inexplicable sense of fear. Finally, he couldn't help but ask,
Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "What's the fourth Sealed Artifact?"
"It came from a devil that lost control I hunted. I called it the Fallen Flute.
"This is a silver flute that looks very ordinary, but once someone blows it, the surrounding living beings will fall into an unavoidable hallucination. Their anger, sadness, pain, greed, vanity, arrogance, melancholy, and other emotions and desires will rapidly swell. They will either detonate their minds, destroy their rationality, or bring about a loss of control.
"In the vicinity of this Fallen Flute, other than the wielder, all living beings will have their thinking abilities significantly reduced, making it easy for them to make mistakes.
"At the same time, the wielder of the flute will be abnormally sensitive to danger. Sometimes, they can even foresee things that might threaten their lives a day or two in advance.
"Wherever this Fallen Flute is, people's hearts will gradually degenerate. All kinds of desires will take over, and beliefs will be thrown aside. The wielder will also turn a little cold, unable to find normal emotions. The more times it is used, the longer it is carried, and the deeper the level. And this might very well conflict with one's own pathway or corresponding acting, increasing the risk of losing control."
After explaining the fourth Sealed Artifact, Colin Iliad's light blue eyes, which seemed to be filled with stories, turned to look at Derrick.
"What do you have in mind?"
"… I need some time to think," Derrick answered in a rather practiced manner.
"Indeed, this is a very important matter for you. You can't make a rash decision," Colin said with a nod. "In three days, we will set off for the Afternoon Town camp. Tell me the answer before that, and give yourself time to familiarize yourself with the Sealed Artifact.
"Yes, Your Excellency." Derrick bowed seriously and left the Chief's room.
He wasn't in a rush to return home and pray to Mr. Fool. He planned on heading to the training grounds to temper his various Sun domain theurgical spells.
This was a habit that was engraved deep in the blood of everyone in the City of Silver. Only the self-disciplined and the hardworking could survive longer in the desolate and dark lands.
…
In a dark alley in the Baekeland Bridge area.
Xio once again saw the golden-masked MI9 member who was clearly kind to her.
"The Judge potion formula might take some time," the golden-masked man took the initiative to say.
This was because although the investigation on Xio didn't continue, it wasn't declared to be over.
Xio pursed her lips and nodded, as though she had finally made up her mind.
"I don't want that formula anymore."
"You've given up?" the golden-masked man asked in surprise, but he couldn't hide his joy.
Xio didn't directly answer as she turned her head to the side.
"I-I'll exchange all the merit points I've accumulated for gold pounds."
After hearing her answer, the golden-masked man nodded in relief.
"It's best that you understand.
"Let bygones be bygones. You, your mother, and brother will have a brand new and beautiful future.
"Yes, if the merit points you've accumulated are exchanged for gold pounds, it'll be about 2,000 pounds. I'll help you fight for a little more. After that, you can continue being a peripheral member of our MI9. Having an official identity is very useful for unaffiliated Beyonders."
Xio fell silent for a few seconds as her lips quivered.
"Thank you."
She could clearly sense the kindness of the man in front of her, so her thanks came from the bottom of her heart.
However, she wouldn't give up. The reason why she chose gold pounds was that she had already reserved the Judge potion formula from The World's German Sparrow. This crazy adventurer even claimed to have the subsequent Disciplinary Paladin potion formula.
And at the same time, giving up on the surface could help Xio effectively dispel MI9's suspicions.
After briefly explaining the progress of the previous commissions, Xio bade farewell to the golden-masked man and left the alley.
…
On Tuesday morning, Fors went out early again and went to the Hat Trick Inn in Cherwood Borough to meet her teacher, Dorian Gray.
"This is the matters to take note of when exploring the spirit world. This is a portrait of Boutis." Dorian covered her mouth and yawned. Then, she handed a thick stack of paper to Fors.
Fors wasn't in a hurry to read the information as she cast her gaze at the portrait.
It was a black-robed man who wasn't forty years old. His brown hair was slightly curled, but he gave off an abnormally hard feeling. His dark eyes were so deep that they seemed to hide countless things.
This is the Saint of Secrets … Fors rubbed her fingers and used her Trickmaster powers to burn the portrait.
"Not bad. You're very cautious." Dorian nodded in approval.
He then carried his suitcase and said to Fors, "I have to return to Pritz Harbor.
"I have to return to Pritz Harbor. Staying in Backlund for too long will arouse suspicion."
Fors knew that the situation in Baekeland had been tense recently and that she wished for her teacher to leave as soon as possible. Therefore, she didn't hold him back and watched him leave the room.
Then, with the help of Door Opening, she went all the way to the alley behind the inn.
Just as she got her bearings and turned into a street, she suddenly saw a man in a black trench coat walk over.
The man swept a glance at her before naturally looking away. As for Fors, the muscles on her back suddenly tensed up.
Her eyes reflected the man's appearance.
He wasn't even forty years old. His brown hair was slightly curled as though it was abnormally hard. His dark eyes were deep, as though they hid countless things.
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