In the dark and sturdy room, Derrick Berg, who was pretending to be unconscious, suddenly stood up.
His Axe of Hurricane had been taken away and sent for inspection. All the pockets on his clothes had been emptied, leaving nothing behind.
Derrick took a deep breath and calmly looked around.
His eyes suddenly lit up like two tiny Suns, causing everything in the room to be reflected in his eyes.
There was only a table and two chairs. Other than that, there was a stone floor with strange patterns.
On the table was a half-used candle. This was a standard configuration in every room in the City of Silver, because once it was dark for too long, monsters might suddenly appear.
Derrick didn't hesitate any longer. He sat down and reached out to pick up the half-used candle.
Following that, he broke and tore the candle into three sections. One section took up three-quarters of the original length, and the other two sections shared the remaining quarter.
After Derrick's adjustments, the three sections of the candle's wick all protruded out.
Pa!
He rubbed his fingers, creating a golden flame that lit the three candles.
The two at the top represented Mr. Fool, and the remaining one represented Derrick himself.
After finishing his preparations, Derrick didn't follow the normal procedure of burning the herbal powder. Instead, he dripped in the essential oil and leaned back. He softly chanted the honorific name of The Fool and quickly entered a state of Cogitation.
He chanted it over and over again in a monotonous and repetitive manner, as if he was constantly hypnotizing himself.
With the help of Cogitation, Derrick entered a strange state where his mind was asleep and his spirituality was emanating. His entire being was muddled, but he maintained a strange lucidity. His mind kept drifting upwards, getting higher and higher.
This was "artificial sleepwalking."
And with Mr. Fool's permission, Derrick could simplify some of the unnecessary steps.
…
Above the gray fog, in the towering ancient palace.
The Fool Klein, who was playing with the All-Black Eye, suddenly saw the crimson star that symbolized Little Sun expand and condense into a humanoid phantom. The power of the mysterious space was stirred a little.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, because it meant that Little Sun had completed the relatively more dangerous preliminary tasks, and all that was left was the final "finishing touches."
Without any delay, Klein immediately put down the All-Black Eye and picked up the Dark Emperor card.
His level, his status, instantly rose, causing the power above the gray fog to submit to him one by one.
Then, he grabbed a paper figurine, shook his wrist, and threw it at the crimson star corresponding to Sun.
The paper doll merged with the power that flowed like water and quickly expanded into a giant angel with twelve pairs of black wings.
The angel pierced through the crimson light and overlapped with Little Sun's phantom.
It burned silently and turned into ashes in less than a second.
At this point, Klein could no longer influence the situation in the City of Silver. As for whether his Angel Substitute could help Little Sun successfully pass the subsequent inquiries and investigations, he didn't have absolute confidence. All he could do was sigh inwardly.
After doing what needs to be done and working hard on what needs to be done, all I can do is wait for fate to arrange things for me. I hope it's a good outcome …
…
In a daze, Derrick saw an angel descend in front of him with an aura that blotted out the sky. It then wrapped itself in twelve pairs of black wings.
He suddenly woke up, and in his eyes, there were three candlelight flames burning quietly.
After thanking Mr. Fool sincerely, Derrick ended the ritual and extinguished the two candles that only took up a quarter of the original amount.
Then, he plucked them out and created a golden and clear flame in his palm.
Drip. Drip. The two candles quickly melted, and "tears" kept falling. They either landed on the remaining candle's body or surrounded it.
As the candle wick completely burned out, there was only one candle left on the table. It was a little shorter than before, but it wasn't very obvious. It seemed like it had only burned a little longer.
After getting rid of the remaining traces, Derrick extinguished the last dim candle flame.
He sat up in silence and stared ahead in a daze. He didn't move for a long time.
He was worried that the six-member council wouldn't react quickly enough, allowing the exploratory team members to contaminate more City of Silver residents with the "mushrooms" and "Doom fruits."
He was afraid that the Chief and the others would find other clues elsewhere, causing his preparations to fail.
He hated the "outsiders" who hid in the depths of the darkness and always carried strong malice, including Amon and the Fallen Creator.
He felt guilty that he had avoided the exploration, but he didn't warn Darc and the others, causing them to become corrupted monsters.
He was pained that he had personally eliminated a classmate who could be considered a friend.
Although Derrick didn't see Darc's final outcome, he believed that Darc's transformation was equivalent to his death.
Amidst his complicated and chaotic emotions, Derrick didn't know how long he waited, and midway, he lit the candle again.
Finally, he heard the sound of the seal being removed and the door opening.
Turning his head, he used the dim yellow candlelight to see a woman in a black dress with her hair tied into a long braid that reached her vest walk in.
"Ma 'am Aiflor," Derrick subconsciously shouted.
Aiflor had delicate looks, but there were already some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She smiled and nodded in response to Derrick before briskly walking to sit opposite him.
"Do you have anything you want to say?" she asked softly.
Derrick instinctively raised his head and looked over. Suddenly, he realized that her eyes had turned into pale golden vertical pupils at some point in time.
Derrick's thoughts instantly turned adrift as he seemed to enter a state of sleepwalking.
Aiflor adjusted the candlelight, allowing the dim yellow color to completely illuminate the youth's face.
Her pale golden vertical pupils became more and more indifferent, like an emotionless spectator.
Suddenly, circles of faint light appeared in the pale golden vertical pupils, as though they formed a vortex and constructed a maze.
In a daze, Derrick felt himself floating in the endless darkness and countless bright colors.
At this moment, he suddenly woke up. He felt that his sleepwalking state had been cleverly taken over by something.
He saw the flickering candlelight and Aiflor, who was sitting opposite him, her eyes golden and erect.
The white-haired Chief Elder, Colin Iliad, walked out of the shadows in a corner.
After nodding at the Chief, Aiflor gently asked Derrick, "What's the matter?
"What have you done during this time?"
Derrick remembered his teachings and maintained his previous state.
"I don't know. I've been in a daze. It's like I'm dreaming. I only wake up occasionally …"
At the same time he answered, two complex dark-green symbols appeared in Demon Hunter Colin's eyes.
Aiflor continued to ask,
"Do you know that you had a conflict with Darke Regents?"
"I only remember fighting him … I think I saw a man hanging upside down on a cross. I saw a man wearing a pointed hat and crystal glasses. Yes, I saw him in the dungeon … He spoke, smiled and spoke …" Derrick recounted the story that he had fabricated for a long time.
Aiflor glanced at the Chief and pressed.
"What did he say?"
"I can't remember clearly. I can only remember a little … He smiled and said, 'Fallen Creator, True Creator … Shepherd …'" Derrick almost couldn't control the excitement in his heart.
He had taken such a huge risk just to tell the Chief about the name of the Fallen Creator and the suspicions of the Shepherd!
"The Fallen Creator … The True Creator … matches the contents of the murals at the bottom of the temple." Colin nodded slightly, frowning as he muttered, "Shepherd …"
"And then?" Aiflo's voice was unusually gentle.
Derrick replied in a "daze," "Yes.
After that, they collided with each other. There was a lot of light, a very bright light. I woke up and kept coughing … "
The dark green symbols in Colin's eyes didn't fade as he gestured for Aiflor to ask about the details.
Derrick answered selectively. He told the questions that he had already considered according to the script, and he pushed the questions to Amon, saying that he couldn't recall them.
Finally, Aiflor asked,
"Where did you get that axe? Where did you get the potion formula for the Sun pathway? "
"I bought the axe from the underground market. That person had his face covered, so I could only tell that he was male … The potion formula for the Sun pathway was left to me by my parents. I found it during an exploration …" Derrick said without any guilt.
These were questions that had always existed. The Hanging Man had believed that they would definitely appear when he was guessing the questions, so he had repeatedly rehearsed the answers.
Although the City of Silver's underground market was semi-public, there were also people who attempted to conceal their identities for various reasons. This provided the best explanation for Derrick.
After listening seriously, Aiflor turned to Demon Hunter Colin and said, "He's not lying.
It's impossible for him to lie. I have the power of the Glorious Crown. "
Colin nodded and said,
"In such a state, he didn't show any signs of evil, depravity, or corruption."
Discovering these things was a Demon Hunter's specialty.
And as a High-Sequence Beyonder, the strongest point of a Demon Hunter was that they could conceal their actions and intentions, making it impossible for targets who could foresee danger to detect them.
Therefore, every Demon Hunter was the nemesis of a Devil.
After some thought, Colin got up and left the room. He said to the shadow in the corner outside,
He said to the shadow in the corner, "Let Derrick leave later.
For the time being, we don't think that there's any problem with him. But secretly monitor him for a period of time. If Amon can create two avatars, he might be able to create a third. "
"Yes, Your Excellency," the shadow replied respectfully.
By the time Derrick "woke up," there was no one in the interrogation room. All that was left was the words that said that he was free to leave.
He heaved a sigh of relief and walked out, thinking about Mr. The Hanging Man's exhortations.
"You can't relax and be careless. The surveillance in secret will definitely continue for a period of time. Otherwise, your Chief will be unqualified!"
Hmm, I can't even recite Mr. Fool's honorific name anymore … Derrick muttered to himself as he walked down the spiral staircase.
As he walked, he suddenly saw a familiar figure. It was Shepherd Elder Lovia, who was dressed in a purple-patterned black robe. She had a beautiful and elegant appearance.
Lovia's pale gray eyes swept across Derrick as a gentle smile appeared on her face.
…
After returning to her room, Lovia walked to her desk with an indifferent expression and spread out a piece of paper made of leather.
She pinched her right index finger with her left hand and snapped it, but the blood didn't drip down at all. It seemed to have been sucked to the surface.
With this finger in hand, Lovia drew a complicated symbol on the paper. It was a symbol formed from half of the Pupil-less Eye, which symbolized secrecy, and the other half of the Contorted Lines, which symbolized change.
After carefully examining it, Lovia wrapped the severed finger with the piece of paper and stuffed it into her mouth. She chewed on it and swallowed it all.
The flesh on her right palm, which only had four fingers left, squirmed at the wound, and it quickly grew into a new index finger, a slightly pale index finger.
Lovia lowered her head, looked at her palm, and whispered, "Don't worry.
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