At the top of the spire, in the room of the Chief Elder of the six-member council.
Colin Iliad had a tall figure by the standards of the City of Silver. He had messy, unkempt, grizzled hair, and there were many wrinkles on his face. The rest of his body didn't have any wrinkles, and there were old scars that were either twisted or deep.
He was wearing a linen shirt and a brown coat. There was a belt with many small squares around his waist. His light blue eyes were deep and profound, as if they were full of stories.
After Derrick bowed, the Demon Hunter nodded slightly and pointed at the items on the table diagonally in front of him.
"Remember them?"
Derrick looked over, and his gaze suddenly froze. His eyes reflected two translucent worms that were as thick as a child's fingers.
Worm of Time!
There were Worms of Time with transparent rings!
It was a Worm of Time that originated from Blasphemer Amon's avatar!
"Yes." Derrick was silent for a second before he answered instinctively, "Something left behind by Amon."
Colin Iliad nodded indiscernibly.
"One of them was even coughed out by you."
Without waiting for Derrick to speak, he slowly said,
"You once said that when you're possessed by Amon, you're in a daze most of the time, like you're dreaming. You'll only wake up occasionally."
Faced with the Chief's gaze, Derrick nodded repeatedly, indicating that he had indeed made such a description.
Colin Iliad moved his gaze away and cast it outside the window. He looked down at the buildings not far away.
"I don't think I told you what you did during that time.
"You've held two rituals, one with the elements of a secret contract, and the other like a sacrifice. You've received a certain response. Do you still remember what happened at that time?"
Indeed, when I requested Mr. Fool's help and used the secret deed ritual to purify Amon's avatar, I was also being monitored … Derrick wasn't surprised by the Chief's words. Under the guidance of The Hanging Man, he had long followed the experienced Elders of the City of Silver, and it was impossible for them to let an abnormal person off. He had come to the conclusion that he had been monitored ever since he left the dungeon. Furthermore, during the sacrificial ritual, someone had appeared from the shadows to stop him, confirming his theory.
"… I don't have much of an impression." Derrick pondered for a while before shaking his head.
Colin, who was only looking out of the corner of his eye, turned around and sighed.
"Think back carefully.
"These two worms left behind by Amon are very valuable materials. I have been looking for ways to use them. If I can secretly make something out of them, it will be a trump card that no one else knows about. It can play a key role at a critical moment.
"In the two rituals you experienced, there might be symbols, ancient incantations, and mysterious elements that can be used as reference.
"Think about it carefully."
If it were in the past, Derrick would've only been able to understand the Chiefs superficially, but at this moment, he was able to slow down by a few seconds to translate the corresponding words into sentences that weren't directly expressed.
"I know you still have a certain connection with Amon.
"We're about to open the former Chief's mausoleum. I have to make additional preparations to prevent any accidents from happening, so as to prevent Lovia and company from harming the City of Silver's trump card. Quickly try to communicate and see if you can get any help. Or give me the details of the previous ritual so that I can figure it out myself …"
Mr. The Hanging Man is right. The higher one is in a high position, the more experience they have, and the more danger they face, the more accustomed they are to using hints to tactfully express their intentions, leaving room for both sides of the conversation … Derrick suddenly felt like he had truly grasped a particular skill.
Recalling that the Chief's goal was to restrict Elder Lovia and the Fallen Creator that she represented, he felt that he needed to do something. However, he had no idea how to use a Worm of Time. All he could do was consider praying to Mr. Fool to see if he could receive any help.
"I will try my best to recall. I need. A quiet room." Derrick paused as he deliberated over his words.
Colin Iliad seemed to be prepared as he raised his hand and pointed at the corridor.
"There are quite a number of empty rooms with open doors on the opposite side. Choose one yourself."
"Yes, Your Excellency." Derrick bowed and left. He randomly found an empty room, locked the wooden door, and sat down. In a dark corner, his eyes glowed as he prayed softly.
…
Desi Bay, Eskelson Harbor.
Klein carried his luggage and left the airship along the gangway, preparing to take the military base's carriage to the city.
As for Daly Simone, Leonard Mitchell, and the other Red Gloves, they were the first to disembark the airship. Klein was one of the last few, so he didn't meet them.
After entering the city and finding a hotel to stay in, he was just about to lie down again to improve his listless state from last night's lack of sleep when he suddenly heard a series of illusory prayers.
It sounds like Little Sun … Klein covered his mouth and yawned. He entered the narrow bathroom and took four steps counterclockwise with great difficulty before arriving above the gray fog.
Just as he had expected, the shimmering ripples were the crimson star that symbolized Sun.
As his spirituality emanated outwards and touched it, Klein quickly figured out what Sun was praying for.
The City of Silver's Chief is asking Little Sun — no, he's asking what he thinks is Amon — how to use a Worm of Time charm … Thankfully, I previously had this problem and have long resolved it … However, using a Worm of Time to create a powerful charm that can temporarily switch fates requires praying to The Fool. Doesn't this directly expose that the person backing Little Sun isn't Amon, but another mysterious existence of unknown depths? Klein tapped the edge of the long mottled table with his right index finger as he seriously considered how to respond.
In less than a minute, he changed his train of thought and realized that his worries were meaningless.
First of all, other than Shepherd Elder Lovia, who might have received a revelation from the True Creator, no one in the City of Silver knew of Amon's exact situation. They only guessed that "He" might be one of the eight Kings of Angels by the Creator's side, the Angel of Time. Therefore, even if they knew of The Fool's existence, there was a high chance that they would believe that it was Amon's true body or the deity that Amon was currently serving.
Secondly, the honorific name of The Fool was no longer a secret to the True Creator, Blasphemer Amon, and Shepherd Elder Lovia. It didn't matter if more people in the City of Silver knew of it.
Furthermore, the Chief named Colin Iliad was only a Demon Hunter. Even if he had the honorific name of The Fool and had a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, he wouldn't be able to do anything. After all, even Blasphemer Amon and the True Creator didn't knock on my door in the middle of the night.
Finally, the Chief of the six-member council had long known that there was a problem with Little Sun. Now, it was almost as if he had made it clear.
As Klein's thoughts raced, he felt that he needed to be bolder. He might even be able to use this opportunity to develop a backer or two in the City of Silver — no — believers, so that Little Sun wouldn't have to struggle alone.
Furthermore, I've made great progress compared to when I purified Amon's avatar. I've accumulated a deeper level of mysticism knowledge, and I wield the Sea God Scepter. I can draw more power from the mysterious space above the gray fog. I don't have to worry about making any mistakes when facing a Sequence 4 demigod during the ritual … As long as I don't rashly pull people above the gray fog … Klein quickly made a decision. He turned the process of creating the Fate Siphon charm into a projection and threw it into the crimson star that symbolized Sun.
…
Knock! Knock! Knock! The sound of knocking echoed in the Chief's room at the top of the spire.
And long before the sound was heard, Colin Iliad already knew that Derrick Berg had opened the door and was walking in his direction.
"Come in." He turned around and faced the entrance.
Derrick pushed the door open and bowed.
"Your Excellency, I remember some blurry details."
Colin Iliad nodded calmly.
"What are they?"
"Using pure silver and mercury as the materials …" Derrick succinctly described the first part of the ritual and paused for a moment. "Back then, I seemed to be muttering an honorific name: The Fool that doesn't belong to this era."
Colin narrowed his eyes and suddenly interrupted him.
"The corresponding symbol is the one left on the candle?"
"Yes," Derrick answered frankly. "The second part is the mysterious ruler above the gray fog."
At this moment, Colin interrupted him again.
"You don't need any other ritual materials?"
"There's no need for that." Derrick nodded in surprise.
Only then did he realize that the Chief seemed to be deliberately interrupting him from chanting Mr. Fool's honorific name.
Yes, our common language is Jotun, a language that can stir the powers of nature. If I were to directly chant the honorific name, it would definitely produce all sorts of unknown effects. It's because I know that Mr. Fool is a true deity and is trustworthy that I habitually recited it in one go, but the Chief isn't aware of this … Derrick continued in enlightenment.
"The third part, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
Colin listened quietly, nodded slightly and said,
"Very good.
"Although I can't be sure if the content you recall can be of any help, it's still a considerable contribution. I'll get someone to increase your contribution.
"Go back, or go to the library to read for a while."
"Yes, Your Excellency." Seeing that there was nothing else, Derrick silently heaved a sigh of relief and quickly left the room at the top of the spire.
Colin Iliad watched him leave before walking to the chair behind the desk and sitting down. He cast his gaze at the two translucent ringed worms.
Beside Little Worm was a notebook. On it was a drawing of a secret symbol formed by half a Pupil-less Eye and the other half of a Contorted Line.
Colin's gaze didn't move for a long time as he seemed to turn into a stone statue.
After a while, he slowly stood up and took out three candles.
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