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Chapter 176 Discussion

  In the study, Renekton stood up from his seat and moved his body.

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

Renekton put away the bone staff on the desk and put it in the locker on the side. Then I prepared a cup of coffee for myself, sat on the lounge chair by the window, and waited for today's Tarot session to begin.

In the past few days, Renekton has been analyzing the extraordinary abilities of the bone staff and using them to develop new secret techniques.

Although the Black Knight's ability is at the demigod level, Renekton has already analyzed some shadow-type extraordinary abilities before, and he is also inhabited by Sasriel, a master of the Hanged Man path. The analysis progress is good, and the secret technique is The development has also taken shape.

On the contrary, there is no progress at all in the development of secret techniques related to emotions and desires due to the lack of research materials.

"It's hard to find the Desire Apostle! The devil's malicious perception is too troublesome."

Renekton lay on the recliner and sighed.

In order to prevent Backlund's Apostle of Desire from noticing him in advance due to his malicious perception, Renekton rarely thought about this aspect. He just waited for the other party to act according to the original plan, and then went to pick up the missing people.

While thinking about it, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

A burst of crimson light burst out of Renekton's vision on time, swallowing up all his sight like a tide.

When he came back to his senses, he had already appeared above the gray mist, in the magnificent and simple palace.

Renekton was still in a semi-lying position. As soon as he sat up straight, he heard Miss Justice greet Mr. Fool.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

He glanced at the card that Klein placed on his right. The card was upside down on the long bronze table, revealing the complex and gorgeous patterns on the back.

Everyone in the Tarot meeting noticed this card, and everyone's eyes and movements showed some surprise, confusion, and their own guesses.

However, Renekton noticed that Miss Justice's surprise only lasted for a moment when she noticed this kind of playing card. It was more out of curiosity, and she also had more thoughts to observe the reactions of others.

Justice Audrey also noticed that Renekton had a similar reaction to him.

What does Mr. Baita also know? He is very powerful, and he may have been involved in stealing the Blasphemous Card from the Kingdom Museum.

Renekton and Miss Justice, who noticed him, looked at each other and could probably guess what the other person was thinking. Renekton suddenly wanted to fuel the other person's curiosity.

Seeing that no one had submitted Russell's diary today, Renekton raised his hand slightly to signal, and with everyone's eyes looking either surprised or confused, he said to Mr. Fool sitting at the top:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, can I take a look at the card next to you? I am also looking for similar things, so I am a little curious about it."

Renekton deliberately did not mention the conditions for viewing the Card of Blasphemy. He wanted to see what Klein would let him use in exchange, or would he just show it to him?

  Klein, shrouded in gray fog at the top, pondered for a moment. He was not surprised that the other party would suggest looking at the Card of Blasphemy, but he didn't expect it to be so direct. He expressed this idea right away.

Al is also looking for the Blasphemy card? Yes, he was also present at the time, but he met Bernadette and the two had a stalemate.

In order not to delay too long for the other members to see the problem, Klein didn't think too much, and all the information he asked just flashed through his mind.

He spoke in a low and casual tone:

  "Okay! If you get it, you also have a share of the credit."

Klein placed his right hand on the edge of the long bronze table and raised his finger slightly. The Card of Blasphemy placed on his right hand immediately flew into Renekton's hand, carrying some gray-white mist.

Renekton caught the Blasphemy card and ignored the probing eyes of the others, carefully looking at the Black Emperor card in his hand.

His eyes were quickly covered with a layer of blue-white-purple fluorescence, and the information about the Blasphemy Card came to mind, but there wasn't much. Renekton found that he couldn't analyze the Blasphemy Card made by Russell.

Although it was expected, it was still a bit disappointing. Then he stretched out his hand, and the Blasphemy Card flew back to Klein's right hand.

"Thank you for your generosity!" He thanked Mr. Fool at the top, and then turned around.

The righteous Audrey, who is good at observing, noticed some of Renekton's disappointment that he didn't hide, and quickly made associations in her mind.

Doesn't this card of blasphemy correspond to the reader path where Mr. White Tower is located? No, Mr. Baita was in a state just now as if he was using an extraordinary ability. He wanted to see something from the Blasphemy Card but failed. Is that why he was disappointed?

The others did not hide their probing glances, but unfortunately Renekton did not want to respond to them. He lazily leaned on the high-backed chair, waiting for the Tarot Club to continue.

Audrey's eyes returned to the blasphemous card. After Renekton's request to Mr. Fool to watch it was agreed, Audrey's curiosity was aroused.

After looking around to make sure no one spoke, Audrey raised her hand and said:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I have something to report to you alone."

Klein, shrouded in gray mist, nodded gently:

  "can."

Everyone who was isolated from the private communication fell silent.

The magician Forsi was very curious about what the card Mr. Fool placed on his right hand was. He wanted to ask Renekton, who had seen the card, but he couldn't ask. He sat in a position where he hesitated.

The scene was so silent that Renekton simply chatted with the little sun next to him:

  "Mr. Sun, is the extraordinary knowledge you obtained last time useful?"

"It's very easy to use. It largely makes up for my lack of frontal combat ability."

Mentioning the knowledge gained from the last secret contract ceremony, Little Sun responded very happily.

Renekton nodded thoughtfully, and Little Sun's answer made him find some business opportunities. I can completely sell this kind of magic knowledge that has lower requirements on my own path to Silver City in exchange for their materials. Spreading knowledge can also help me digest the magic potion of my secret master. Little Sun and the others are my best students.

Renekton became interested. Renekton sat up straight and said to the little sun beside him:

"Mr. Sun, if I have a lot of knowledge about this kind of magic, can I make a deal with you? Or make a deal with Silver City!"

Little Sun Derrick hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head in embarrassment and said:

"But."

Alger, the Hanged Man, took over Little Sun's unfinished words in a serious tone and said:

  "The fact that Mr. Sun can contact the outside world should be his own secret. If he rashly uses too much extraordinary knowledge to trade with others, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of other people in Silver City."

Renekton glanced at Alger. He felt that the other person was worried that he would monopolize the resources of Silver City.

Without responding to Alger's words, Renekton stared at the little sun and continued:

  "What is your ultimate goal? To make yourself stronger? To save Silver City? Or both?"

"Save Silver City!"

Little Sun answered firmly.

Renekton smiled slightly and followed Little Sun's words and said:

  "So are you going to keep hiding the information that you can communicate with the outside world? Or are you going to confess?"

Little Sun Derrick was stunned again. He had never thought about this problem, but he subconsciously hid his difference.

The Hanged Man's brows furrowed. Seeing that Little Sun was really considering confessing that he could communicate with the outside world, Alger's brows deepened.

"You first need to have enough self-protection capabilities before you consider confessing this matter to everyone."

"Do you think that if you go to the elder to talk about this now, does he think there is a higher chance that you have been bewitched by the evil god or does he think that he has a higher chance of believing you?"

Alger, the Hanged Man, seriously tried to dissuade Little Sun, asking him to think it over carefully, and finally confess things that he could communicate with the outside world when he had enough strength.

Magician Forsi looked on blankly. She could vaguely sense that Mr. Sun's identity or the place he was in was special.

Renekton shook his head slightly. Mr. Hanged Man should not look at this matter from his own perspective. Silver City, which had been struggling in the darkness for thousands of years, was more rational, braver, and understood the meaning of sacrifice better than he believed.

Sighing, Renekton turned his gaze to Alger the Hanged Man and said:

"Mr. Hanged Man, you have overlooked a very important issue."

"what is the problem?"

Alger, the Hanged Man, looked at Renekton aside with some confusion.

"Silver City is not the Southern and Northern Continents. They have been struggling in the darkness for thousands of years. Every day for them is the end!"

Renekton's tone became serious as he spoke.

Alger the Hanged Man fell silent, he indeed ignored this question.

Perhaps for Silver City, every bit of power is precious.

The Hanged Man thought for a while, then turned his attention to Derrick the Little Sun, and said in a low and serious voice:

  "You can consider Mr. Baita's proposal, but it is best to start trading this kind of extraordinary knowledge with yourself. Once you have mastered it yourself, you can then teach others or make deals with others."

"As for confessing that you can contact the outside world, my suggestion is not to do so for the time being. You are still only Sequence Eight, and you cannot yet shoulder the hopes of the entire Silver City."

Little Sun Derrick was silent for a while, then slowly spoke:

  "I understand, thank you, Mr. Hanged Man."

Little Sun's reaction made Renekton understand that he had been a little too hasty, so he stopped mentioning the use of extraordinary knowledge to make a deal with Silver City, and instead said:

  "You have to learn to trust your companions. Of course, first you have to go out and get to know more friends."

Little Yang was stunned again. The other party changed the topic too quickly, but he still nodded and said:

"Well, I understand, but Mr. Baita, how do you know that I don't go out much and don't have many friends?"

"A reader is a very good observer."

"You can't save Silver City alone, you also need your own partners and friends."

"Besides, I think this is not just your wish, it should be the wish of everyone in Silver City."

Renekton explained, and also reminded Little Sun that he was not a lonely hero.

Little Sun nodded solemnly and said: "I understand, thank you very much for the reminder! Mr. Baita~"

The magician Forsi, who had been out of the situation, finally couldn't help his curiosity and asked aloud:

"Excuse me, where is Silver City?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 177 The Honest Man and the Old Friar

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Chapter 177 The Honest Man and the Old Friar

"The Land Abandoned by Gods." The Hanged Man Alger's reply was mixed with yearning and surprise that Mr. Fool could touch the Land Abandoned by Gods.

Magician Forsi pursed his lips and said with unconcealed shock in his voice:

  "The Land Abandoned by Gods? Is it the Land Abandoned by Gods that I understand?"

At this time, Mr. Fool tapped the table twice, indicating that the private communication requested by Justice Audrey was over. The rest of the people stopped communicating, and the scene fell silent for an instant.

Audrey looked around and saw that everyone had expressions of contemplation or surprise on their faces. It was obvious that during the time when she applied for private communication, the other friends in the Tarot meeting had already completed a communication.

Really, don't wait for me, I'm also very curious about the content of everyone's exchange!

  Klein controlled his trumpet world and raised his hand slightly and said:

  "I want to seek some magical items from the Sun Realm. I wonder if any of you have any news?"

The rest of the people looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

Audrey looked at Mr. World sitting at the bottom left, thought for a moment and said:

  "Sorry, if you are not in a hurry, Mr. World, I can help you keep an eye on it."

"no problem!"

Mr. World, controlled by Klein, responded with a stiff nod without unnecessary expressions or movements.

The magician Foer thought of the extraordinary person of the sun pathway who had helped Xio exorcise evil spirits before. He raised his hand slightly and made a promise:

  "I will also help you keep an eye out for magical items in this area, Mr. World."

Klein controlled the trumpet world and looked at Renekton, then looked away again.

Renekton waved his hand and said, "I have it, but you can't use it."

Can be regarded as magical items in the solar realm. Renekton only has the unicorn figure and the divine blood of the Eternal Sun, but Klein cannot use either of them.

The solar domain talismans made using the blood of the Eternal Blazing Sun were all given to Klein before he went to Wildy Street last time.

Klein manipulated Mr. World to nod slightly and then fell silent.

Seeing that everyone had finished talking, Alger the Hanged Man looked around, and then said as if he had already prepared a draft:

  "I recently took on an investigation mission. In the past two or three years, many aboriginal tribes have been plundered in the southern continent. In various plantations and offshore islands, slaves have also strangely escaped."

"This has not happened for a long time since the slave trade was abolished in the countries of the Northern Continent. Have you heard the corresponding news?"

Alger's eyes scanned everyone except Little Sun.

Justice Audrey recalled the topics usually discussed among the nobles. After a while, she shook her head and said:

  "No, I haven't even heard of anything like that."

Alger, the Hanged Man, turned his attention to the remaining people. Except for the condition of the remaining people, Little Sun also shook their heads, indicating that they did not know.

Renekton remained leaning on the high-backed chair and said before Alger opened his next topic:

"Such a large-scale population migration must require the support of a maritime power, otherwise it would be impossible to complete this level of population transfer."

The Hanged Man glanced at Renekton, who was slouching, and said in a somewhat startled tone:

"You mean the pirate general?"

"But the pirate generals are watched by too many people. If they transport slaves for a long time, they will definitely be found to be abnormal."

Renekton turned his head and looked at Alger the Hanged Man and said:

"Pirate generals don't necessarily have to do it all on their own? With their appeal, it's easy to control some scattered pirate groups."

Alger, the Hanged Man, frowned and pondered. The more he thought about it, the more he agreed with this view.

Seeing this, Klein also controlled the dummy world and chuckled:

"Ha~, you can also start investigating where so many slaves are needed."

"Where is the need for so many slaves?"

Mr. World's words made Audrey and Forsi, who were the audience, also think deeply.

Renekton answered aloud: "Several kingdoms."

Everyone was once again confused and lost in thought.

Little Sun Derrick looked around several times and waited for a while. When he saw that no one really spoke, he raised his hand and spoke with some anxiety:

  "I have been assigned a mission to explore the semi-destroyed temple mentioned before in the short term. Well, it is the temple of the true creator."

"The leader of this operation is Shepherd Elder Lovia. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Advice? My advice is don't go."

In Little Sun's eyes full of doubts, Renekton continued: "You are too close to the true Creator. He has gone crazy. It's okay if you don't provoke Him. If you take the initiative to explore His temple, it will easily cause trouble." His gaze is even malicious."

Alger, the Hanged Man, originally wanted to take the opportunity to get more information about the God-Forsaken Land from Little Sun, but now that the topic has been taken up by Renekton, it would be inappropriate for him to use his original excuse to get information.

After reorganizing the language, Alger the Hanged Man also gave suggestions:

"I agree with Mr. Baita's point of view, absolutely don't go!"

"The True Creator is the real evil god. Even if the temple you are exploring has been destroyed, there may still be dangers that are difficult to detect."

"Especially the elder you are leading this time is the shepherd Lovia. The true creator is the god at the top of this extraordinary path. Even if there are no problems in the temple itself, if she goes there, various problems may arise."

Little Sun Derrick fell silent, with a very troubled expression. After a while, he said in embarrassment:

  "However, the mission must be accepted."

The Hanged Man chuckled and made a suggestion:

  "Nothing is necessary. You can find an opportunity before this to intentionally hurt yourself by lying on the monster. You can refer to the past cases of Silver City for the specific scale."

Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mr. Hanged Man, then glanced at Justice Audrey and Magician Forsi who lived opposite the long bronze table, and saw their somewhat shocked expressions and movements.

I thought to myself: "It seems that everyone has successfully reached a consensus on the image of Mr. Hanged Man as an old man who fishes and fishes in water."

Derrick the Little Sun, who received the Hanged Man's advice, frowned slightly and said hesitantly:

  "But, I haven't been on patrol recently, so it's hard for me to encounter monsters."

Alger, the Hanged Man, used his rich experience to guide the good boy Little Sun and said:

"You can pretend that you are close to losing control. In this case, I think your exploration mission will be cancelled."

"Here's a trick. As long as you keep your spirituality in a relatively dry state for two consecutive days, you will have auditory hallucinations and signs of losing control. If you don't continue to squeeze it, the situation will get better within a week."

"Of course, your Silver City must have a way to treat out-of-control precursors. The recovery time will be faster. You need to estimate the time."

Justice Audrey and Magician Forsi, who were relatively newbies in the mysterious world, were as dumbfounded as Little Sun.

"But" Little Taiyang, an honest child, was still a little hesitant.

Alger, the Hanged Man, changed his sitting posture, leaned back and said:

".You are not pretending to be out of control and deceiving others because of selfishness. You are doing it to save Silver City!"

"You have to understand that the risks of this mission are extremely high. The danger you face comes from the true Creator, a real evil god! If you unfortunately die in that half-ruined temple, who can expose the shepherd?" Lovia's weirdness?"

Under the half-deceptive and half-sincere words of the Hanged Man Alger, Little Sun finally agreed with the other person's opinion.

What a child who is easy to fool. Audrey sighed silently in her heart. However, she did not want her friends in the Tarot Club to be attrited, so she did not insert the conversation between Mr. Hanged Man and Little Sun. .

After Derrick the Little Sun accepted Alger's suggestion, he turned his attention to the magician Forsi and said:

  "Miss Magician, it may take some time for me to get the soul eater's stomach bag you need."

"No problem, I'm not in a hurry."

Magician Forsi nodded slightly in response.

That's not the case. In fact, I was quite anxious. Forsi sighed in his heart that it was too difficult to find the ingredients for his potion. Fortunately, the Backlund serial murder case has been solved, and gatherings of extraordinary people of all sizes have become active again. .

This time the Tarot Club soon entered a free chat session, and Justice Audrey asked Alger about the Hanged Man's experiences on the sea with great interest.

Little Sun Derrick imagined the appearance of the sea in his mind based on some paintings and written records collected in Silver City, as well as Alger's explanation of the Hanged Man.

Until Klein, shrouded in gray fog, announced the end of this Tarot session, everyone's figures quickly disappeared above the gray fog with the crimson light.

As today's Tarot session ended, Renekton sat up from the recliner, looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and then looked at the clock on the wall.

It was confirmed that it was not that he had stayed above the gray fog for too long, but that the weather in Backlund had turned gloomy too quickly.

Renekton was about to get up and find the materials, and set up a ritual in the room to communicate with the red light El Moria, one of the seven lights in the spiritual world.

Prepare to ask the other party for some information in the spiritual field to study the secrets related to emotions and desires.

Quickly set up the ceremony, light the candles, and add a drop of essential oil into the flame.

Renekton stood up quickly, took a step back, and began to chant:

"The eternal light of the spiritual world, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the red of power and will"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 178 Green Light Serapis

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  The image of an extremely majestic old man wearing a red robe slowly appeared above the arranged ceremony.

After the figure of red light appeared, Renekton bowed and said hello to the other party very skillfully:

"Good afternoon, dear Hongguang, Mr. El Moria~"

Red El Moria's voice was loud and majestic and said:

  "Good afternoon, blessed one of 'knowledge', do you have any questions for me?"

Renekton nodded and went straight to the topic without saying much:

"I want to gain some knowledge in the spiritual field, preferably related to emotions and desires."

"Do you have any advice on this?"

Red El Moria glanced at Renekton with some confusion, and then said:

  "You can find Green Light Serapis. He is a symbol of the spiritual realm, with emotion and art as his own characteristics."

"To pray to Him, you just need to replace the corresponding words with 'the green of emotion and art'."

Rekton nodded clearly. The reason he prayed to the red light was because he guessed that one of the seven lights would correspond to the spiritual realm.

After getting the answer he wanted, Renekton nodded and thanked the red El Moria:

"Thank you very much for your answer, it means a lot to me!"

Just when Renekton was about to end the ceremony, Red El Moria unexpectedly entrusted Renekton with a task:

  "As the seven pure lights at the highest point in the spiritual world, we have an extraordinary status and perception of the spiritual world."

In Renekton's increasingly doubtful eyes, Red El Moria finally revealed his purpose.

"We feel that the great master of the spiritual world is returning. In our calculation of the seven lights of the spiritual world, your destiny has a lot of intersection with the great master of the spiritual world."

"My request is to provide some help to the great master of the spiritual world when he returns. Perhaps you already know that the end is approaching and this world needs the emergence of a ruler of the spiritual world."

Renekton suppressed the surprise in his heart and raised his eyes to look at the stern and majestic old man.

It was not surprising that the Seven Lights of the Spiritual World noticed Renekton's abnormal movements in Sefirah Castle, but it was surprising that they were able to determine that there was a connection between themselves and Klein.

Is it because I have had too much contact with the Seven Lights, and they have seen through some of the secrets in my body, and have used this to spy on some destiny related to me?

  Although there were all kinds of thoughts in his heart, Renekton showed that he controlled his emotions very well. He smiled and saluted the red El Moria and said:

  "No problem. I also hope that the great master of the spiritual world can return as soon as possible. Of course, it cannot be the previous one. It would be better for him to die."

The majestic expression of Red Light El Moria softened a little, and he nodded slightly and said:

  "As a reward, we will give you enough knowledge so that you can quickly digest the magic potion of the secret master, including the subsequent digestion of the potion, and we will also provide help."

"You don't have much time. You must take the initiative to be promoted to a demigod within two months. Your humanity has begun to become unstable. Once you exceed this limit, you will be directly promoted to a sage and become his carrier in the world. "

Red El Moria didn't say many words. He just reminded Renekton and gave a promise, and then took the initiative to cut off the connection with ritual magic.

After the ritual magic was passively disconnected, the light and temperature in the room returned to normal.

Wave your hand to create a spiritual ripple and extinguish the candle.

Renekton raised his head and stared at the ceiling above his head, trying to clear his mind, but the words of Red El Moria just kept coming back to his mind.

Time is running out,,, is it so obvious that my humanity is unstable? Can you even see the seven lights in the spiritual world? The one in the red light's mouth

  After muttering to himself for a long time, Renekton didn't think of a solution to the problem, but instead felt himself becoming more irritated.

He stood in the room in a daze for about ten minutes before Renekton came back to his senses.

After taking a long breath, he adjusted the ceremony arranged on the ground, replaced some materials, relit the candles, and added essential oils.

  With everything ready, Renekton stood up, took a step back, and began to recite the incantation pointing to the green light:

"The eternal light of the spiritual world, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the green of emotion and art."

"I pray to you for knowledge of the spiritual realm"

Green Light Serapis is a middle-aged man wearing a green robe, with a ring set with emeralds on his right hand, and an artist's long hair.

As the figure of the green-light Serapis emerged, Renekton straightened his expression, saluted to him and said:

"Good afternoon, distinguished Lord Green Light Serapis!"

Green Light Serapis has the elegance and noble temperament of an artist. He doesn't have many expressions on his face, but his tone of voice is very soft:

"Good afternoon, blessed one of 'knowledge', I already know your thoughts."

"There are a lot of materials related to emotions and desires in the spiritual field. You can prepare some blank books. I will tell you a ritual. You communicate with me through the ritual, and I will copy the relevant knowledge into the book. "

"No problem, thank you for your help!"

Renekton saluted Green Serapis again.

"You're welcome. You can ask me for knowledge through rituals at any time if you are ready." Green-light Serapis nodded slightly in response, and then the figure quickly disappeared like a splash of ink painting with continuously passing colors.

Renekton glanced at the place where the distinctive green light disappeared, and the knowledge of ritual magic had already appeared in his mind.

Perhaps because he often sought knowledge from hidden sages, Renekton didn't feel any discomfort when Green Light Serapis gave him the knowledge of this ritual magic.

After the ceremony, Renekton quickly collected the materials and ritual items in the room and put them back in the utility room next door.

In Silver City, Derrick, who had finished the Tarot Club, silently paced back and forth in a room lit only by weak candles.

His reason told him that Mr. Hanged Man's suggestion was his best choice, but as soon as he thought of doing so, it would be equivalent to escaping from the battlefield, and everyone else participating in this mission would be in danger. Derrick's It was extremely painful inside.

By doing this, I betrayed them. Should I find an opportunity to ask the chief to tell him that the half-destroyed temple belonged to the true creator who controlled the path of the shepherds?

  However, what should I say so that the chief will believe me instead of thinking that like Elder Lovia, I am likely to be bewitched by the evil god?

  Derrick rubbed his hair irritably. Lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the room with bursts of brightness. The hurricane ax placed next to him emitted faint rays of light.

Derrick stopped and stared at the dark sky outside the window, as if he had seen his parents before their death again, and remembered the pain of stabbing him with a straight sword.

Derrick suddenly recalled the conversation he had with Mr. White Tower at the Tarot Club:

  You can't save Silver City alone, you also need your own partners and friends.

Derrick remembered what Mr. White Tower said, "Every day is the end of their lives!"

I remembered my firm answer "Save Silver City!"

I seem to have mustered up some courage and some expectations for the future.

"I should trust Silver City and trust the Chief!"

Derrick's self-comforting words gave him more courage and sense of responsibility.

He decided not to participate in the exploration of the half-ruined temple as suggested by Mr. Hanged Man and Mr. White Tower, but not by shrinking back and letting others in Silver City explore or even die.

Derrick mustered up his courage, picked up the hurricane ax placed aside, and put it on his waist.

Carrying an animal skin lantern, he walked out of his room and headed to the tower where the six-man council was located.

Derrick, who arrived at the place, wanted to meet with the chief minister because he had very important matters involving the next exploration of the half-ruined temple.

While waiting anxiously and uneasily, Derrick received a communication from the guard.

Standing in front of the door of the chief's office, Derrick's courage suddenly faded away.

He wanted to retreat a little bit. He didn't know whether the chief would believe his explanation, let alone what the chief and the others would do with him.

After hesitating outside the door for a long time, he stiffened his arms and knocked on the office door.

"Dong dong!"

"Come in."

The chief's plain, deep voice came from inside.

Derrick felt that his heart had never beat so fast. He bit his lip and pushed open the door to the chief's office.

With a creaking sound, the door slowly opened, and Derrick saw Silver City Chief Colin Iliad sitting at the large desk.

The chief of Silver City has gray hair that looks quite messy due to neglect, heavy nasolabial folds, light blue eyes that are deep and weathered, and there are some deep or twisted old scars remaining on his cheeks. He was wearing a linen-colored shirt underneath, and a belt divided into many compartments was wrapped around his waist.

After Derrick silently closed the door behind him, he walked to the chief with heavy steps.

Looking at the chief in front of him, Derrick lowered his head unconsciously and his voice became stiff:

"Your Excellency, Chief! I have very important information that I want to report to you."

"Well, the guard who communicated with me has already told me that you hesitated outside the door for a long time. Are you worried that you won't gain my trust?"

After Colin Iliad nodded slightly, he directly asked why Derrick was standing outside the door hesitating.

Derrick was stunned for a moment, flustered after some of his prepared words were interrupted.

He pursed his lips tightly and didn't know how to answer for a moment. He could only nod his head blankly and then quickly shook his head.

"Your Majesty, I'm just a little worried."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 179 Derrick's Confession

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  Colin Iliad waved his hand lightly, interrupted Derrick's unfinished words, and then said:

  "Just tell me what you want to report. You just spent too much time outside the door. I have a meeting later."

Derrick nodded blankly, organized his words and said:

"Your Majesty, can you stop the next exploration of the half-ruined temple?"

"That is a temple belonging to the true Creator. It is a real evil god, and it is the evil god who controls the path of the shepherd. If Lovia leads the team to explore, I am worried that something unexpected will happen."

After speaking out all he wanted to say in his heart, Derrick felt that he felt much more relaxed.

A dark green complex symbol appeared in both of Colin Iliad's eyes. He looked at Derrick with a serious aura, and said with a rare dignity in his voice:

"Say what you just said again!"

Derrick was stunned for a second, then nodded and repeated what he just said.

Colin Iliad did not express his position, but said in a serious and cold tone:

"How do you know this information?"

Derrick hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said everything:

"After I killed my parents with my own hands, I kept praying to the gods, and unexpectedly established a connection with a great being. He allowed me to attend a gathering held in his kingdom of God once a week."

"I mentioned at the party before that I was going to participate in the exploration of the half-ruined temple. I had mentioned the information about the half-ruined temple to the other members of the party, and they asked me not to participate. This exploration."

Colin Iliad maintained his posture without moving, and said in a colder tone than before:

  "What method did they ask you to use to avoid this exploration? And every week? Is this their way of timing?"

Derrick wanted to bury his head deep in his chest, but the courage in his heart made him raise his head again and look into the chief's eyes. His tone returned to a more natural tone and he said:

  "One of the members gave me a suggestion, asking me to make myself look like a precursor to losing control, so that I can avoid the next exploration that is coming. I only need to practice quietly for a week and I can fully recover."

"A week is how they measure time outside. It's roughly equivalent to seven times of frequent lightning strikes. They call our place the Land Abandoned by the Gods."

"I only know that the world over there has sunshine, sea, and normal food, and there are no monsters coming out of the darkness."

Derrick paused here and carefully observed the chief's reaction.

"Continue." Colin Iliad said in a calm voice.

Derrick was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say. He hesitated for a while before continuing:

"My potion formula comes from the transaction at that party. It is a solar path that is not available in Silver City."

"I also used some textbook content to trade some information with them. Their world believes in seven gods, namely the goddess of the night, the mother goddess of the earth, and the god of war."

"I also gained a spell knowledge, can I show this spell?"

Derrick thought about the extraordinary knowledge he had obtained through the secret contract ceremony last time. This kind of knowledge that had never been available in Silver City should prove that he could really contact the outside world.

Colin Iliad nodded gently: "Okay."

After Derrick nodded slightly, he clasped his hands together in a prayer posture, and a sacred, bright, bright and pure warm light appeared in the room.

Then Derrick stretched out his hand to grasp in the light with a very unskilled gesture. After failing twice, he finally pulled out a straight sword condensed by the light.

Derrick scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I haven't mastered this spell yet."

The dark green complex symbols in Colin Iliad's eyes disappeared, and he stared at Derrick quietly for a while, and then said:

"Why would a great being allow you and those members you speak of to gather in His Kingdom of God?"

"Are you sure that the great being you are talking about is not an evil god?"

Derrick shook his head blankly at first, then nodded firmly and said:

  "I believe that great being has no ill intentions towards us!"

Colin Iliad didn't care about Derrick's answer, but asked other questions:

  "The members you mentioned who also attended the party should not have high rankings, right?"

Derrick frowned slightly and recalled the performance of everyone in the previous Tarot meeting. Except for the unfathomable Mr. Fool and the obviously stronger Mr. White Tower, the rest of them should only be at Sequence 8 or Sequence 7.

Derrick turned his attention back to the Chief, nodded with the Chief's serious look on his face and said:

"Well, except for the great being who convened the gathering, there is only one relatively strong member. The sequence of the others should not be much different from mine."

Colin Iliad just nodded slightly, and then changed the topic:

  "Why do you want to confess this to me? What you did in the beginning was obviously to hide your specialness." Derrick lowered his head, his cheeks were a little hot, and he said with some embarrassment:

  "I was afraid that I would be discovered and treated as a degenerate bewitched by evil gods."

"When I was discussing the exploration of the half-ruined temple with everyone this time, one of the members mentioned that you cannot save Silver City by yourself."

"I don't want to shrink from this exploration without caring about the safety of other members of the exploration team."

After saying these words, Derrick mustered up the courage to look at the chief in front of him.

Colin Iliad's eyes did not know when dark green complex symbols appeared again. He looked at Derrick expressionlessly, staring deeply.

Derrick felt that the courage he had finally mustered up had suddenly faded a lot, and he wanted to lower his head again.

"I will renegotiate the exploration of the half-ruined temple with the six-member council, but you have to understand that our exploration of the depths of darkness will not give up because of this problem."

"But, chief"

"Silver City has not persisted for thousands of years by retreating in the darkness. Maybe in the future you will understand that faith and will are more important than sacrifice!"

Colin Iliad interrupted Derrick's words and continued:

"You should understand that no matter whether you have been contaminated by the evil god or not, you will remain under our control during this period of time."

Derrick nodded heavily and said with a decisive voice: "I understand, Your Excellency, I accept any punishment."

Derrick was taken to the bottom of the round tower, a place responsible for imprisoning Extraordinaries who showed signs of losing control and members of the contaminated exploration team.

Whether it was a deliberate arrangement by the chief of the six-member Silver City Council or a coincidence, Derrick was imprisoned in the small room where he was supposed to be detained.

There was no one in sight except the watchers who brought him candles and food.

Most of the time, Derrick stayed in the light of the candlelight, staring at the deep darkness around him in a daze.

On Wednesday morning, Renekton collected enough white paper and bound it into a blank book, then arranged a ceremony to pray to the green light Serapis for knowledge.

After arranging the ceremony, Renekton placed a stack of blank books and ink in front of the candle.

There was a "pop!" and a snap of the fingers, and all three candles placed were lit.

Sprinkle some herbal powder and add a drop of essential oil to a burning candle, and the scent of tulips instantly fills the room.

Renekton took a step back and began to recite the incantation:

  "The eternal light of the spiritual world, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the green of emotion and art."

"I pray to you for knowledge of the spiritual realm"

The light in the room dimmed, and the temperature continued to drop, making the room seem a bit cold.

Woo! The wind sounded, and the candlelight was dyed with green light, swaying in the wind.

The stack of blank books was blown by the wind, and the pages flipped. The ink placed next to it stirred up waves in the air, and then fell onto the flipped blank pages.

Under Renekton's gaze, densely packed text quickly appeared on the originally blank page. Every drop of ink thrown into the air by the howling wind could accurately fall on the page and form words one by one.

"It's not much more convenient than a printer!"

Renekton said something very rude in his mind.

But fortunately, this is not a secret contract ceremony, and Green Light Serapis cannot know his inner thoughts.

This scene lasted for two or three minutes before it ended. The whimpering wind disappeared. The flickering candlelight not only returned to stability, but also lost its layer of green. The light and temperature in the room gradually returned to normal.

Renekton approached in two steps, stretched out his hand to extinguish the still burning candle, and then picked up the books scattered by the strong wind one by one.

The originally blank pages already had lines of words that looked like words printed by a printer.

I simply packed up the ceremony site, looked through the contents of each book, then took out paints and brushes, and left marks on the covers of each book to make it easier for me to distinguish them.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 180 Action Begins

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Chapter 180 Action Begins

After getting the knowledge of the spiritual realm he wanted from Green Light Serapis, Renekton has been immersed in books and the development of secret techniques.

Until Klein, who had sweat on his forehead, knocked on the door downstairs, Renekton still used the analyzed door-opening ability to connect the door of the study to the door of the living room downstairs.

After noticing the change on the door, Klein pushed the door open directly and walked into the study on the second floor.

Renekton looked at the sweat on Klein's forehead and asked:

  "Are you hot?"

"Kind of, I bought a magical item, and its negative effect is that it makes people feel like they are in a hot summer."

As Klein spoke, he showed off the dark gold sunbird-shaped brooch he held in his hand.

"Yes." Renekton nodded slightly and snapped his fingers, causing a cool breeze to fill the study room instantly.

In the cold winter, the coolness is slightly biting. But it was just right for Klein. He felt that the heat on his body had dissipated a lot.

This time, Klein was not poured coffee, but a glass of juice. Renekton held the poured juice in his hand, and the cup was quickly covered with a thin layer of white frost.

"Here, iced juice, I think this is more suitable for your current appetite!"

Klein took the cold cup, took a long breath, and said with a slight smile on his face:

"You seem to be particularly good at casting spells."

"This is inevitable. Whether you are a reader or a spy, you are both good at casting spells."

Renekton nodded noncommittally, and then added:

  "Don't drink too quickly. The burning sensation on your body is just an illusion. The most real feeling your body feels is cold."

Klein nodded gently and said:

"I see."

"Miss Sharon is already selecting an ambush location, and the operation should be launched in the next two days."

Renekton nodded slightly and responded:

"I understand, just let me know when you take action. I will probably stay at home and read during this time."

Klein looked at Renekton several times with some confusion in his eyes.

Renekton returned a confused look.

"Ahem, I feel like you've changed a bit."

Klein raised the glass of iced juice in his hand and said very seriously.

After a moment of silence, Renekton quickly rearranged his expression and said:

"Two days ago, I was reminded by the red light El Moria that human nature is a bit unstable. I have been adjusting my state in the past two days."

Klein frowned slightly and asked with a worried tone:

  "Human nature is unstable? Is there any way to solve it?"

"Promote as soon as possible."

Renekton pointed at the stack of books on the desk.

Klein glanced at the pile of roughly bound books on the desk, and he could probably guess that they were preparing to develop a new secret technique.

"I understand, so I won't bother you for now. If you need help, you can come to me at any time."

He nodded to Renekton and left.

After Klein left, Renekton once again immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge.

While flipping through the book, I couldn't help but sigh:

  "Unknowingly, I fell in love with reading. If it were me half a year ago, I would probably drown in the ocean of knowledge!"

The next morning, Renekton got up and washed himself, then went to the restaurant downstairs to enjoy the breakfast prepared by Bugs Bunny.

"Dong Dong~"

There was a knock on the door, and then the door creaked open on its own.

Klein glanced at the door that opened automatically, then turned to look at the newspapers and envelopes he had pulled out of the mail box.

Klein resisted the urge to turn on his spiritual vision. He felt that the spirit recovered by a crow could not be too normal. It was better not to see these spirits to avoid contaminating his eyes.

After entering the house, Klein walked straight to the dining room, pulled a chair and sat down before saying:

"Miss Sharon is ready. Let's meet at the back door of Brave Bar at 10 o'clock tonight."

"Well, I understand. When the time comes, you can go there by yourself. The Wounded Soul is also very good at divination. I need to keep my existence secret, otherwise those indulgent guys might just run away."

Renekton answered while eating his breakfast.

Klein nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

At 10 o'clock in the evening, in the alley behind the Brave Bar.

Klein was wearing a black double-breasted gown and a black top hat, and walked casually toward the nearest street with a strolling posture.

As soon as they reached the entrance of the alley, a carriage stopped in front. Behind the glass window was a pair of black eyes that always suppressed malice.

Klein calmly pressed down the top hat on his head, held the solid cane, and boarded the carriage.

"Is there another one?" Maric glanced at Klein and the empty alley behind him, and gradually frowned.

"He is hiding. Yuanhun is good at divination. He doesn't want the other party to flinch because he is aware of his presence." Maric pinched his frown and said in a doubtful tone:

"Your outfit is not suitable for fighting."

Klein smiled relaxedly and said:

  "You and I have different extraordinary abilities and different fighting styles. Such a person will not cause any negative effects and is even suitable for me."

While explaining, he also took out three sedatives from a hidden pocket on the inside of his clothes. They were special sedatives that he bought from the fat pharmacist at the previous party.

On the other side of the car window, an illusory and transparent figure was quickly outlined.

Miss Sharon is wearing a black palace dress and a small soft hat.

Sharon looked at Klein with her blue eyes and said in an erratic tone:

"You explain too much and it's not natural enough."

"Maybe because I'm a little nervous."

Klein eased his embarrassment with a smile and responded.

Then he handed the three sedatives in his hand to Maric:

"You can drink it when you find a chance. You must be more experienced than me."

After taking the sedative, Maric gently shook the liquid inside and looked at the sealed and transparent glass test tube:

"no problem."

Klein nodded slightly and turned to ask other questions:

"Will you be harmed by the purification?"

"The living corpse will do it, and I will do it when I turn into a spirit state."

Sharon's answer was very concise and clear.

Klein nodded, and then asked about the impact of other types of injuries.

After about ten minutes, the living corpse driving the car tightened the reins. The carriage stopped in a dark place with dilapidated buildings, and the sound of rushing water could be heard not far away.

Maric explained:

  "This place has been abandoned for a year and is about to be converted into the West Balam Shipyard. Our planned ambush location is in the warehouse area."

Klein stepped off the carriage, looked around, and began to recall the surrounding situation in his mind.

Abandoned dock. If something unexpected happens, the Tasok River is the best escape route. According to my previous understanding, if you go out from here and walk about two kilometers northwest, there is a lever belonging to the God of Steam and Machinery. church.

After walking for a few minutes, Klein and the others arrived at an open space surrounded by several warehouses.

Maric pointed to a wooden box placed quietly in a dark corner and said:

  "That's the explosive you want."

Sharon looked around, her eyes stopped on the roof of a certain warehouse, and then moved away.

The ethereal voice said to Klein:

  "You make your preparations here, and we will lure the enemy over. This will not take more than thirty minutes, so please seize the time."

"You communicate well with your friend. It's best to wait until the crimson moon corona appears, and then use that eye to find Steve and launch a surprise attack on him."

After listening carefully, Klein nodded slightly, chuckled and said:

"Simple plan."

"The simpler the plan, the more effective it is." Sharon responded calmly.

After the exchange, Sharon's figure disappeared instantly, and Maric quickly ran away from the dock.

Klein walked to the wooden box containing the explosives, took out the explosives one by one, and prepared to bury them in different corners and different warehouses.

The shadow next to him suddenly distorted. Renekton, wearing a long light brown trench coat and a gray wool sweater with a stand-up collar, walked out of the shadows holding a bone staff.

Klein's eyes paused for a moment on the bone staff in Renekton's hand that was as long as an adult's forearm. This bone staff gave him a strong ominous and dark feeling.

"After discovering the wronged soul, you attack him first. I will not take the initiative to observe the location of the wronged soul. This will break my secret state."

After reminding Klein, the surrounding shadows squirmed once again, covering Renekton's figure and disappearing in place.

"Okay." Klein said toward the open space ahead, and left the corner with the gunpowder, regardless of whether the other party heard him.

After burying all the explosives, Klein took out his revolver and adjusted the proportion of bullets inside, replacing it with three purification bullets and two exorcism bullets.

I also threw some matches and cut-out paper figures in inconspicuous places.

After doing all this, Klein looked at the surrounding environment, and after confirming that nothing was missing, he took out the sun brooch from the iron box and wore it on his left chest.

He climbed to the roof of a nearby warehouse and hid in the shadows.

"Pop!" With a snap of his fingers, the paper man that he had thrown between the two warehouses suddenly gained strength and transformed into himself and stood there.

On the roof of the warehouse opposite, Renekton was sitting in the shadows, his aura and figure completely obscured, quietly watching Klein's busy work below.

Not long after, there were three figures approaching at a very fast speed in the distance.

Maric, who was running at the front, was faster than the steam train at its peak. In a whoosh, his figure arrived at the entrance of the clearing.

(End of this chapter)