City of Silver.
Derrick Berg didn't know how he returned home. He only remembered the indescribable fear.
Compared to the past, Darc Regence's personality and performance weren't much different, but there was indeed an unsettling change. Derrick was afraid that the City of Silver would be targeted by the evil god, the Fallen Creator. He was afraid that it would be completely destroyed before he could become the Sun and save the City of Silver from the curse that had lasted for more than two thousand years, giving the residents hope and sunshine.
At this moment, he hated himself for not being strong enough. He was still only a Sequence 8.
No! I can't just watch! Derrick suddenly stood up, prepared to rush to the spire and inform the other Elders of the six-member council and Chief Colin Iliad of the abnormality he had discovered.
However, Derrick knew very well that such abnormalities weren't suspicious at all. Every exploration into the depths of the darkness would be accompanied by the members for days, more than ten days, or even more than a month of high tension. It was really possible to encounter powerful or strange monsters at any time.
In addition, the uninhabited wilderness and the hopeless journey would bring about extreme depression. In addition, for safety's sake, the members of the exploration team weren't allowed to vent their sexual desires when they were out. This made it possible for their minds to be remolded after every exploration. If they were to encounter a huge danger where more than half of the team members were dead or injured, it wasn't uncommon for the remaining people to have a drastic change in personality.
To deal with such people, there were only conventional isolation and treatment. There were almost no exceptions.
The City of Silver had the first three Sequences of the Dragon pathway, so it didn't lack Psyche Analysts.
Derrick rushed to the door and suddenly slowed down.
He knew that reporting to the six-member council like this was likely to be ineffective. There was a high chance that it would arouse suspicion, and there was even the danger of being targeted by Shepherd Elder Lovia.
After pacing around for more than ten seconds, Derrick gritted his teeth and pulled the door open.
He believed that he had to warn the Elders of the six-member council, even if he had to bear quite a bit of risk!
To most of the residents of the City of Silver, sacrificing themselves to maintain the existence of this city and the continuation of this civilization was a belief that was deeply ingrained in their bones.
Selfish people usually don't live long in such an environment.
Of course, Derrick wasn't completely rash. Under the teachings of the Tarot members, especially The Hanging Man, he clearly understood that he had to be patient at times. He had to protect himself appropriately and not make unnecessary sacrifices. This was to better protect the City of Silver.
I'm just saying that the abnormality I observed shouldn't be dangerous … Derrick comforted himself as he ran faster and faster.
Finally, he saw the spire that symbolized the highest authority in the City of Silver.
He found the Beyonder on duty and made a request to meet the Chief.
To Derrick's surprise, the Beyonder didn't ask why like normal. After a simple briefing, he led him up the spiral staircase and arrived at the Chief's room.
It's strange … It's different from before … Derrick felt that this change in detail made him even more uneasy.
Upon entering the room, he saw Chief Colin Iliad standing in front of a wall.
This tall old man had deep wrinkles, blue eyes, and messy white hair. He had two swords hanging on the wall in a crisscross pattern. He wore his usual flaxen shirt and brown coat. It was hard to believe that he was a champion who had hunted many demons and monsters.
"Derrick Berg, what is it that you have to tell me face-to-face?" Colin asked in a mellow voice.
"Your Excellency." Derrick bowed. "I met the team exploring the temple at the training ground today. I-I realized that the Darc Regence I know has changed strangely. He's no longer as cheerful as before. His smile is as polite as a stranger's. Also, Elder Lovia no longer changes the way she speaks."
Colin looked deeply at Derrick and asked in a deep voice, "Is that all?"
"Yes, yes." Derrick lowered his head.
"Yes, yes." Derrick lowered his head. "I think there might be an anomaly."
Colin waved his hand and said, "Got it.
I'll get Aiflor to do a check-up. Go back. In the future, just report such matters to the spire's guardian. "
Aiflor was the most experienced Psyche Analyst in the City of Silver who was closest to Sequence 6. Unfortunately, there were no potion formulas for Sequence 7 and beyond.
After receiving such an answer, Derrick left gloomily.
Colin looked at his back disappearing by the door and suddenly sighed in disappointment.
…
After discussing Will Auceptin's situation with Dr. Allen, Klein, who didn't discover anything else, got off the carriage midway and took the steam subway. After three stops, he arrived near Minsk Street and switched to a trackless public carriage to return home.
As it was still early, he first used divination to confirm that the previous tenant wasn't lying. Then, he diligently continued studying the Book of Secrets.
Ever since he had this mysticism book that could be described as a beginner to expert, Klein's use of the mysterious space above the gray fog became more and more ingenious, and he completed many outstanding operations.
What's restricting me now is my own Sequence, my own strength, and spirituality. Late at night, Klein hid the Book of Secrets and sighed as he went to the bathroom to clean himself up and get ready for bed.
That night, he slept soundly. Even the sound of the church's bell in the morning only made him turn over.
It's best to stay in bed during winter … Klein mumbled as he got out of bed.
In order to reward Hero Bandit Black Emperor, he had an additional serving of boiled eggs with sugar for breakfast, as well as strawberry jam specially bought for the white bread.
Just as he was leisurely enjoying his food, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"Didn't I tell Mike to come after breakfast?" Klein mumbled as he drank a mouthful of sweet soup and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
According to his agreement with Mike, the other party would arrive half an hour after breakfast and begin the interview with the rescued East Borough girls. If Mike didn't appear after half an hour, it meant that the matter would be delayed by a day.
Klein walked to the door, and before he reached out, his mind naturally outlined the visitor outside. It wasn't Reporter Mike Joseph, but Dr. Allen Ceres.
"Good morning, Allen. Did you sleep late last night?" Klein noticed that Allen looked rather pale, so he secretly activated his Spirit Vision to take a look.
Allen took off his hat and put away his cane. He was about to take off his coat, but he was dissuaded from doing so by the cold air in the room.
Klein laughed dryly and said, "I was preparing to head out today.
As you know, Mike might come looking for me, so I didn't set up the fireplace. "
Allen nodded and didn't say anything else. He followed Klein into the living room and found a seat to sit down before saying, "Sherlock, I had a nightmare last night.
"Sherlock, I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed of that child, Will Auceptin!"
Nightmare? That's within the scope of my knowledge … I'm a professional at interpreting dreams, even more so than inference … Klein leaned forward and clasped his hands.
"What kind of nightmare?"
Allen recalled and said, "There are some details and processes that I can't remember.
"I can't remember some of the details and processes, but the one that left the deepest impression on me was a pitch-black, towering spire with a giant silvery-white snake coiled on it. It was slowly wriggling and looking at me with cold, merciless red eyes.
"I don't know why, but I entered the steeple, went up and down the stairs, passed through one wall after another, passed through one locked door after another, and finally, I found the child named Will Auceptin in a dark corner. He hopped a few steps on one leg and curled up against the wall, with the deck of tarot cards scattered around him.
"When he saw me, he was afraid and happy. He shouted 'Dr. Allen' … That was pretty much the entire dream. After that, I woke up."
Klein listened seriously and asked in thought,
"Didn't Will Auceptin say anything else?"
Allen frowned and thought for a moment before he suddenly blurted out,
"Yes, he said, 'Dr. Allen, a snake wants to eat me!'
"Following that, the gigantic silver snake hung down from the ceiling, its head facing me …
"Its mouth was very big, but there were no teeth or tongue inside. It was blood red!"
Gigantic silver snake … A pitch-black tower … Will Auceptin under layers of defense … Klein deliberated as he said to Dr. Allen, "This isn't a very strange dream.
"This isn't a very strange dream. It should be that when you were communicating with Will Auceptin, you subconsciously sensed that he was in some sort of predicament and was being threatened by something. That's why you dreamt of such a scene: a child hiding in the depths of the tower, behind countless walls and doors, a giant silver snake coiled around the top of the tower …
"Heh heh, as a detective, I more or less know a little about psychology. It's often introduced in the newspapers.
"What I don't understand is why you only had such a dream today?"
Klein didn't lie about his interpretation. He just didn't mention the possible reason.
Allen opened his mouth.
"I was too eager just now and forgot something."
As he spoke, he took out a leather wallet and took out a paper crane that was made with good craftsmanship.
"After I discovered that Will Auceptin's family had already moved away, I recalled that he gave me this before he was discharged. He said, 'Doctor, this can bring you good luck.'
"I didn't think much of it back then and casually threw it in the office drawer. After I parted ways with you last night, I went to retrieve it and put it in my wallet. In the end, I had that nightmare last night."
Klein looked at the paper crane and nodded in thought.
"Dr. Allen, it looks like Will Auceptin didn't mean for you to be unlucky. He made amends after the fact. The paper crane that Rosell The Great invented has the meaning of giving good wishes, and he even said that it would bring you good luck."
Allen subconsciously asked back, "What?
"The paper crane folding technique was invented by Rosell The Great?"
I don't know if it's him, but I think it's him … The corners of Klein's mouth curled up.
"Probably."
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