"Are you looking for me …"
The moment the voice entered his ears, Derrick froze. His skin tightened as his hair stood on end.
Why is he behind me?
Why is he in my room?
Where's the seal?
What about the mystical item's effects?
Derrick's forehead broke out in a cold sweat as he subconsciously turned his head to look.
However, his instincts prevented him from doing so.
This was fueled by the teachings of the City of Silver's General Knowledge of Monsters class and the strange scenes he had experienced after joining the patrol team.
When someone is talking behind you, don't be in a hurry to turn around!
Derrick raised his hands and clenched them into fists in front of his chest. Then, while on high alert, he slowly turned his body bit by bit.
The room was dark, making it impossible to see anything. However, in Derrick's eyes, a golden glow expanded, turning into two miniature Suns.
With the help of the Light Suppliant's powers, he saw a black shadow sitting quietly on the edge of his bed.
The black shadow quickly became clear, revealing a head that had been split vertically!
In the middle of the head, two grayish-white brains squirmed as if they were alive. They wanted to approach each other, but they were powerless to do so.
On the surface of the brain, sticky liquid drooped down into thin threads, but they were shrinking upwards like maggots.
The eyes on each side were very far apart, and the bridge of the nose was split in the middle. The color of blood was bright.
The left half of the mouth was open, but the right half was tightly shut.
This terrifying monster was naked, and there were dark red wounds all over its body.
The innumerable wounds split open, revealing rows of white teeth. They said the same sentence at the same time.
"Are you looking for me …"
It paused, and the corners of its mouth and the edges of its wounds curled up.
"Look, don't I look very normal …"
Derrick's pupils constricted. Without any thought, he raised his hands that were clenched into fists in front of his chest and placed them under his chin, as if he was praying.
The narrow room suddenly became bright. A pure beam of light that was wrapped in flames fell from the roof and hit the monster's body.
This beam of light wasn't as dazzling as when Derrick used it outside the spire. Due to the seal here, the mystical item here isolated the inside from the outside.
But at this moment, Derrick was surprised to see the holy beam of light he had prayed for suddenly thicken. It was so bright that he couldn't help but close his eyes.
Vaguely, something even purer and thicker separated from the magnificent beam of light. It was like a man of light without any facial features or clothes!
The "man of light" suddenly flickered and pounced on the monster.
All the monster's "mouths" immediately opened, as if it was letting out a shrill scream.
However, Derrick didn't hear anything.
The monster trembled violently and quickly disintegrated under the burning and illumination of the figure of light, melting and disappearing.
It was a man with black hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, a thin face, and a crystal monocle.
The shadow had black hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face. It wore a crystal monocle.
Just as he appeared, the "man of light" exploded. Derrick's eyes were filled with white light.
By the time he regained his vision, he realized that he was outside the room at some point in time. He was in the corridor that was inlaid with metal lamps, illuminated by the dim yellow light.
He turned his head in a daze and looked into the room. He saw the back of a tall and muscular figure wearing dark-colored trousers and a brown coat.
In front of the figure, on Derrick's bed, spots of light that resembled the first rays of dawn quickly condensed onto a white leg bone, turning it into a sharp, pure white sword.
Next to the sword, there was a translucent little worm lying quietly.
It was only the length of a thumb, and it was as slender as a child's pinky. The rings that were completely transparent separated it into many segments.
Derrick glanced at it and didn't count the rings in detail. He only vaguely felt that there were about ten.
The tall figure with its back facing him reached out to pick up the strange translucent worm. As it turned around, it sighed.
"Almost …"
At this moment, Derrick finally saw the tall figure's front.
His hair was white, and it looked rather messy due to lack of care. His wrinkles were rather deep, but there were no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes or on his forehead. There were old scars that were either deep or twisted on his cheeks.
He wore a linen-colored shirt inside, and there was a belt around his waist that was divided into many compartments. His light blue eyes were deep and filled with the vicissitudes of life. His entire person was like a book filled with stories.
Derrick was first taken aback before he exclaimed in pleasant surprise, as though he had just escaped from danger.
"Your Excellency!"
Standing in front of him was the Chief of the City of Silver's six-member council, the powerful Demon Hunter Colin Iliad who was more than a hundred years old!
Colin nodded slightly.
"We always knew that there was something wrong with him, but in order to figure out the goal of that person named Amon and what was so strange about him, we deliberately didn't eliminate him directly. Instead, we locked him at the bottom of the spire and sealed him under the influence of a mystical item. We also often let Beyonders who only showed signs of losing control live next door to him and talk to him to see if they could induce some abnormal changes in him so as to obtain what we want to know.
Unfortunately, up until today, he was very normal. But, too normal.
Why do you think he suddenly mutated and suddenly attempted to penetrate the seal? How do you feel different from the others? "
So it was deliberately arranged for me to live next to the former captain of the exploratory team … Derrick fell silent for a few seconds in enlightenment.
"Perhaps it's because my Beyonder pathway is different from others. Sequence 9 Bard, Sequence 8 Light Suppliant."
In other words, the Sun pathway … If Mr. The Hanging Man is right, and the Amon family is a descendant of the ancient Sun god, then it's very normal for me to cause him to mutate … Derrick felt that he had grasped a certain truth.
Colin's expression didn't change after he finished listening. He sized up Derrick for a few seconds and said, "We were monitoring him.
The members of the six-member council took turns to be in charge, but we never expected him to suddenly mutate without any warning. Furthermore, his actions were very decisive and resolute.
What did you do in the room just now? "
Derrick was thinking about the relationship between the Sun pathway and the ancient Sun god's descendants, so he was momentarily at a loss as to what the Chief was asking.
By the time he understood, his mind was still a little numb as he seriously recalled what he had just done.
I didn't do anything. All I did was knock on the partition wall in an attempt to communicate with him … Before this, before this, I was participating in a Tarot Gathering … A Tarot Gathering! Derrick was suddenly taken aback. He felt that things probably weren't as simple as he had imagined.
He knew that he definitely couldn't tell the Chief what he was thinking, but he didn't know what expression he should make. All he could do was maintain his usual lonely and reserved silence.
After some thought, he said, "I knocked on that wall three times.
Before that, the candles in my room were extinguished, and it was completely dark. I attempted to practice some of my Beyonder powers. "
Colin quietly looked into Derrick's eyes and said after more than ten seconds, "Unfortunately, what Amon left in his soul wasn't his main body.
"It's a pity that what Amon left in his soul wasn't his real body, and things happened too suddenly, so we didn't get the result we wanted the most …
Before he mutated, did you notice anything unusual? "
"No." Derrick shook his head with certainty.
Two complex, dark green symbols suddenly appeared in Colin's eyes, and Derrick's figure was reflected in between them.
After nearly ten seconds of silence, the City of Silver's Chief closed his eyes and said, "Your condition has stabilized.
There's no need for further treatment. You can return. "
Derrick was taken aback.
"Alright."
He watched Demon Hunter Colin Iliad turn around and enter the room. He picked up the sharp, pure white sword and turned it over and over again to examine it.
He quietly took a deep breath, walked along the corridor, and walked towards the exit. On the way, he met the Keepers who were rushing over.
He slowly walked home and closed the door. After carefully observing his surroundings, he sat on the edge of the bed and chanted softly, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era. You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
"I've just experienced something terrifying …"
Derrick recounted everything that had happened and mentioned his two guesses.
After doing all of this, he felt a lot more at ease.
As the tension receded, he felt a strong sense of exhaustion, so he lay down and quickly fell asleep.
In the quiet and dim room, bolts of lightning illuminated everything from time to time, and from time to time, it would disappear into the night.
The sleeping Derrick's right index finger suddenly flicked on its own as it leisurely tapped the bed.
Once, twice, thrice …
…
After the Tarot Gathering ended, due to the large expenditure of his spirituality, Klein didn't divine the Werewolf Beyonder characteristic and the Biological Poison Bottle. He directly returned to the real World and took an afternoon nap. He woke up twenty minutes later and opened the curtains, allowing the light that penetrated the mist to bring a certain amount of light to the room.
Sitting on the chair in front of the desk, Klein calmed himself down and thought about what he needed to do in the near future.
The most important thing is to continue summarizing the Magicians's Code of Conduct and make adjustments according to the subtle feedback from my spirituality.
Although there aren't any problems with the code of conduct such as "don't perform unprepared," "need a stage to perform," and "be good at using a method to divert the attention of others to complete a performance," as long as I "perform" again and again and adjust myself bit by bit, I'll sooner or later digest the potion to the point where I can advance. However, this kind of acting isn't sufficient. I still lack some important "rules." It will slow down the digestion process and make it incomplete. It might take a year, or even two or three years to advance.
As for Ince Zangwill, he won't stay where he is and wait for me! Only by becoming a High-Sequence Beyonder as soon as possible will I have the right to seek revenge!
Therefore, figuring out the other Magicians's Code of Conduct is the most important thing in the future. I'll first verify if the Audience's Applause will stir my spirituality, allowing me to better digest the potion.
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