City of Silver, Mortuary Hall.
Derrick stood in front of the steps, his eyes red as he looked ahead at his parents who were lying in two coffins.
A simple silver sword was stabbed into the stone slab in front of him. The sword swayed slightly amidst the thunder that shook the house from time to time.
Inside the coffins, Berg and his wife had yet to truly die. They tried their best to keep their eyes open, panting heavily from time to time. However, in the eyes of some, the luster of their lives had already dimmed uncontrollably and irreversibly.
"Derrick, do it!" An elder dressed in a black robe and holding a sturdy cane said in a deep voice as he looked at the youth whose face was almost contorted.
"No, no, no!" The brown-haired Derrick shook his head repeatedly, taking a step back with every word he said. In the end, he even let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Dong!
The elder struck the cane in his hand and said,
"Do you want the entire city to be buried with your parents?"
"You should know very well that we are the People of the Dark who have been abandoned by God. We can only live in this cursed place. All the dead will turn into terrifying evil spirits. No matter what method is used, it will be difficult to reverse it, unless … unless someone with the same bloodline ends their lives with their own hands!"
"Why? Why? " Derrick shook his head in a daze and despair. "Why are the citizens of the City of Silver destined to kill their parents the moment they are born …"
The old man closed his eyes as if recalling the things he had experienced in the past. "… This is our destiny, this is the curse we bear, this is the will of God …"
"Draw your sword, Derrick. This is a sign of respect for your parents."
"After that, when you have calmed down, you can attempt to become a Divine Blood Warrior."
Berg, who was in the coffin, wanted to speak, but after his chest heaved a few times, he could only let out gasping sounds.
Derrick took a step forward with great difficulty and returned to the side of the silver sword. He reached out his trembling right hand.
The ice-cold sensation entered his brain, reminding him of the blood ice his father had brought back when he went hunting. A palm-sized piece of it could cool a room for a few days.
Images of his strict father who taught him swordsmanship, his kind father who patted the dust off his back, his gentle mother who mended his clothes, his brave mother who stood in front of him when he faced a mutated monster, and his family who gathered together to share food under the flickering candlelight …
Urgh … His throat emitted an extremely repressed and low growl. Then, he exerted strength in his right hand and pulled out his sword.
Thud thud thud!
He lowered his head, rushed forward, raised his sword high up, and stabbed down heavily.
Ah! With a painful scream, blood splattered onto Derrick's face and eyes.
His vision was filled with bright red. He pulled out the straight sword and stabbed it into the coffin beside him.
The sharp metal pierced through his flesh. Derrick let go of his hand and stood up unsteadily.
He did not look at the situation inside the two coffins. Instead, he stumbled out of the morgue as if he was being chased by an evil spirit. His hands were clenched tightly, and he gritted his teeth. The blood on his face left faint traces.
"Sigh …" The old man who was watching from the side sighed.
The streets of the City of Silver were lined with stone pillars. Lanterns hung from the stone pillars, and unlit candles were placed in the lanterns.
There was no Sun, moon, or stars in the sky. There was only unchanging darkness and lightning that tore everything apart.
With the illumination of the lightning, the citizens of the City of Silver traveled on the dark streets. The few hours when the lightning subsided were considered by them to be the legendary true night. At this time, they needed candles to illuminate the city, dispel the darkness, and keep a lookout for monsters.
Derrick walked through the streets with his eyes fixed. He did not think about his destination, but as he walked, he realized that he had returned to his house.
He took out the key, unlocked the padlock, and pushed open the door. He saw everything familiar, but he did not hear his mother's concerned voice, nor did he encounter his father's scolding for running around. The house was empty and cold.
Derrick gritted his teeth again and quickly returned to his room. He once again rummaged through the crystal ball that his father said was used by a city that had been destroyed a long time ago to offer sacrifices to the gods.
He knelt down and faced the crystal ball. Without much hope, he began to pray painfully.
"O Great God, please cast your gaze on this place that you have abandoned."
"O Great God, please let us, the People of the Dark, escape the curse of our destiny."
"I am willing to dedicate my life to you, and use my blood to please you."
…
Over and over again. Just as he was about to stand up in despair, he saw the pure crystal ball explode with a crimson light.
The light was like flowing water, drowning Derrick in an instant.
When he regained his senses, he realized that he was standing in a towering palace supported by a huge stone pillar. In front of him was an ancient and mottled bronze table, and across the table sat a figure shrouded in thick gray fog.
Apart from that, the surroundings were empty, ethereal, and empty. The bottom was filled with endless grayish-white fog and unreal crimson light spots.
A flame of hope was ignited in Derrick's heart. He looked at the figure sitting high in the seat in front of him in confusion and confusion.
"You, you are a god?"
After asking, he suddenly remembered a sentence from the City of Silver's general knowledge book. He hurriedly lowered his head.
The sentence was:
"Do not look directly at God!"
Klein leaned back and crossed his hands. His posture was relaxed and relaxed as he replied in Jotun, "I am not a god.
"I'm not a god, I'm just a fool who's interested in the long history."
He had already tapped his left molar twice and realized that the color of the youth's Aether Body was mottled on the surface of the Astral Projection.
This meant that he was not a Beyonder.
The Fool … Derrick ruminated over the word. After a long silence, he said with difficulty, "Regardless of whether you are a god or a fool, my prayers will not change.
"Regardless of whether you are a god or a fool, my prayers will not change. I hope that everyone in the City of Silver can escape the curse of fate. I hope that the sun described in the books will appear in the sky. If it's possible, I also hope that my parents can be resurrected."
Hey, I'm not a wishing machine … Klein released his hands and smiled.
"Why should I help you?"
Derrick was stunned. After a long while, he said, "I will offer my soul.
"I will offer my soul, I will use my blood to please you."
"I have no interest in the blood and souls of mortals." Klein smiled and shook his head. He watched as the youth's emotions slowly turned into the color of despair.
Without waiting for him to speak again, he said leisurely,
"But I can give you a chance."
"I am a fool who likes an equivalent exchange. You can use everything you have to get what you want from me, or from others like you. Take note, it has to be of equal value …"
"This can make you stronger. Perhaps one day, you can rely on yourself to free the City of Silver from its curse and let the sky reappear." According to Derrick's description, he was certain that the City of Silver was in the so-called Forsaken Land of the Gods.
Of course, he couldn't be 100% sure for the time being. After all, according to the records of the religious texts, the state of the sky without the Sun still existed in the First Epoch, the Chaos Epoch. After all, no one knew if there were other strange places that the countries of the Northern Continent didn't know about other than the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
Derrick listened quietly and lowered his head in silence. After a while, he replied, "Yes.
After a while, he replied, "I want to become the Sun. I want to obtain its initial Sequence potion formula from you."
Sequence, potion, the Sun … The Sequence pathway of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun … From the looks of it, they are indeed in the same World …
And the word "Sequence" was born after the birth of the first Blasphemy Slate, which was also the end of the Second Epoch's Dark Epoch … In other words, if the City of Silver is really in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, it means that this area was separated from the Northern and Southern Continents at the end of the Second Epoch …
Could this be related to the cataclysm of the Third Epoch? Legend has it that the Evernight Goddess, Earth Mother, and the God of Combat were born. Together with the Lord of Storms, the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, they protected humanity from the cataclysm … Klein obtained a lot of information from Derrick's words.
However, it was very difficult for him to listen, and it was even more difficult for him to organize his words. This was because he still wasn't proficient in Jotun.
Fortunately, ancient Feysac was directly derived from Jotun, and in this aspect, Klein could barely be considered an expert. Therefore, his progress in mastering Jotun was very fast, so he didn't make a fool of himself.
Klein maintained his posture and replied calmly, "We can put this deal on hold.
"We can put this deal aside for the next two days. For the next two days, you'd better not go out and try not to stay in the same room as others."
He didn't know what the unit of time in the City of Silver was, nor did he know how to convert it to the time in the Northern Continent's Rouen Kingdom. All he could do was give a general statement that it was tomorrow. After the Tarot Gathering, he would tell the other party that it would be at that time in the future. That's it …
As for the unit of measurement of "day," since it existed in Jotun, Klein believed that even if the City of Silver didn't use it to count, the other party would understand what it meant.
"… Alright, I will obey your orders." Derrick lowered his head and did not raise any objections.
Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief and tapped the edge of the table with his finger.
"Before I send you back, let's complete the equivalent exchange just now. I gave you a chance to grow stronger, so you have to pay the corresponding price."
"I've said before that I'm The Fool who loves the long history. What I want in exchange is the history of the City of Silver, what you know."
Derrick thought for a moment before replying in a deep voice, "That's right.
"I will describe it truthfully."
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