" Fallen Creator?" Derrick, the " The Sun," frowned immediately.
The residents of City of Silver have always believed in " the Lord Who Created Everything, the Omniscient and Omnipotent God." When they hear similar titles being associated with the word " Depravity," they inevitably feel an instinctive rejection and discomfort.
" The Fallen Creator "... This is what Mr. The Fool called the " True Creator "... So this evil god has such an image... But why are his statues and temples within the City of Silver's exploration area? That place seems to be the Forsaken Land of the Gods! Or rather, before being abandoned by the gods, there was already a belief in the " True Creator " there... Could the sanctuary that the Aurora Order always claimed be in the Forsaken Land of the Gods? " The Hanged Man " Alger thought of many things at once, but he couldn't make a definite judgment, because the history before the Cataclysm had long since evolved into myths and legends, which cannot be simply described as being shrouded in mystery.
He hesitated for two seconds, then deliberately said:
"We also have another name for the ' Fallen Creator,' the ' True Creator.'"
"Those who believe in Him possess an Beyonder Pathway: the ' Mystery Pryer,' ' Listener, ' and ' Hermit,' followed by the ' Shepherd ' you mentioned."
" The Shepherd?" The silent " The Sun " Derrick sat bolt upright, his eyes filled with horror.
He was no stranger to the Beyonder Pathway mentioned by the " The Hanged Man," only that the City of Silver used similar words in certain Sequence, such as " Whisperer " and " Listener."
It turns out that the strange and sinister statue represents the " Mystery Pryer " path... Elder Lovia is already a " Shepherd "... She's acting more and more strangely... Derrick suddenly became worried about the newly promoted elder of the Council of Six, and worried about the safety of City of Silver.
In previous explorations of the surrounding area, City of Silver had discovered several cities that had been completely destroyed. In those places, only a few words inscribed on the back of rubble proved that such a civilization once existed.
Those words are all variants of Dragonese, Jotun, and Elvish, and most of them are repeating descriptions of a single existence.
That kind of existence is called:
"Evil God!"
The residents of City of Silver who participated in the operation all speculated that those city-states were destroyed by an evil god. Therefore, how could " The Sun " Derrick not be shocked, worried, and terrified after discovering that the path where Elder Lovia was located was suspected to be controlled by an evil god?
He returned to his taciturn state, much to the disappointment of " Justice " Audrey, who had been eagerly awaiting more stories of City of Silver.
After so many gatherings and the last time she bought information about the Dragon race, her interest in City of Silver grew stronger and stronger.
His reaction was a little different from what I had imagined... Alger the Hanged Man observed calmly for a while, but gained no further insights.
For a moment, he couldn't find a better angle to start the conversation, and if he asked directly, he suspected that " The Sun " would demand payment, which was not a simple matter for him, given his debts for two extraordinary materials.
Just then, they both heard a soft tapping sound on the table.
Klein, concealing his exhaustion in the thick Gray Fog, chuckled softly:
Let's end this gathering here.
"Your will is our will. Justice!" Audrey immediately rose, lifted her skirt slightly, and bowed. " The Hanged Man," " The Sun," and "The World" responded in similar words.
Klein waved his hand, severing the connection, and quietly watched as the blurry Shadow Transformation of Miss " Justice " and the others dissipated into light.
Then, he made the miniature "world" disappear instantly, and picked up the small badge he had obtained from Lanarvus to study it.
"With this, you can join." Klein recited the words on the back of the badge, but found that the item in his hand did not change.
He thought for a moment, then cautiously infused his Spirituality into it.
A faint ray of light bloomed, quickly condensing into a beam of light that shot out beyond the Gray Fog.
However, it was bounced back by the boundless Gray Fog.
The light suddenly dispersed, transforming into a palm-sized illusory parchment, on which was written a line of Ancient Feysac:
"January 4th, 135 AD, 8 PM, Babur Valley."
A simple communication device in the realm of mysticism? Sending messages, requesting synchronization, and obtaining the latest meeting time and location? Klein recalled the scene he had just seen and made a preliminary judgment about the function of the badge.
"135 years, which is next year... The Babur Valley is located in the area before the Tussock River enters Backlund... The time is very detailed, but the location is vague. It's a valley that's nearly a hundred kilometers long... Perhaps, once we get there, this badge can still be used as a positioning tool..." Klein turned the badge in his hand over and over with great interest, trying to figure out the corresponding symbols, incantations, and markings, to see if he could make a replica himself.
Unfortunately, having left the Nighthawks team, his knowledge of occultism remained at its original level, and he had not yet had the opportunity to learn further.
So, after studying it for a few minutes, he had no choice but to give up.
As for the statement "possess this item to join," Klein planned to leave it aside for the time being.
If I can become a " Faceless " by the end of this year, then I can disguise myself and go take a look; otherwise, forget it... Klein muttered to himself, turning his attention back to the matter of becoming a " Magician."
The true roots and sap of the Mist Treant at the " The Sun " should be reliable... If luck isn't too bad, the spinal fluid of the Evil-patterned Black Panther should also be obtained this week, Sequence 7, Mid-Sequence, already visible and tangible... Hmm... How should I Acting the " Magician " role? As he pondered, Klein began to consider specific issues.
Because of his experiences before and after his resurrection, he immediately grasped the true meaning of the " Clown." Therefore, over the past month, he only needed to continuously Acting in his daily life to gradually digest it. He didn't need to summarize it separately or make corrections based on feedback. When he killed Lanarvus, completed his initial revenge, and felt a mix of laughter and tears, the " Clown " Potion was naturally and completely digested.
This is different from the specific process by which Klein first digested the " Seer's " Potion, and is considered a rather special case. Now, the Acting of the " Magician " will return to the way it was before.
"The essence of Magician, deceiving the real from the fake? Hmm, according to Zaratul in the Emperor's Diary, although the mainstream of this path is not Fate, it still belongs to it to some extent. So, there must be corresponding content here as well? For example, it seems to be able to change Fate to a certain extent, but in the end, it is found that it is just an illusion, just magic, just deception?" Klein rubbed his temples, wrapped himself with the remaining Spirituality, and fell into the Gray Fog.
Inside a two-bedroom house in the St. George Borough.
"Luckily, I prepared this extra spot, otherwise I wouldn't know where to hide." Fors stared at the mirror and brushed her hair aside.
"Yes..." Hugh replied weakly, lying on the bed.
"I just read in the newspaper that Lanarvus is dead. However, this matter involves divinity, so it certainly won't end so quickly. We'll have to hide for a while. Uh, no, it's you who needs to hide, not me. I'm an honest clinic Doctor and bestselling author!" Fors, doing some simple makeup in front of the mirror.
After a moment of silence, Xiu slowly sat up and said:
"Luckily, I'm smart enough and experienced enough that when I contacted someone to report it, I didn't directly mention the divinity of the ' True Creator.' I only described it as seemingly very dangerous, with significant changes in the target, and a feeling of praying to an evil god, etc. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare stay in Backlund. Getting involved in high-level struggles is really exhausting and dangerous. I never want to take Miss Audrey's missions again!"
"Is that so?" Fors asked without turning his head.
"Um..." Hugh paused for a few seconds, then said, "Actually, we don't need to bring up the matter of divinity. Since Miss Audrey was able to find out, the Church of the Goddess certainly can too... They should have already killed that ' Giant,' right?"
"I can't confirm that," Fors replied without any tact.
Xiu paused, then let out a long, slow sigh.
Fors stopped what he was doing, turned his head and glanced at her, saying:
"You completed most of the mission yourself, so I won't share the bounty with you. It's 2 pounds in total, plus your savings of 7 pounds. Even after deducting your cut, you're very close to getting the first extraordinary ingredient for the ' Sheriff ' Potion!"
"But the police won't get that pound so quickly." Hugh pursed her lips.
This isn't to say the police were slow to offer a reward, but rather that she couldn't claim it directly; she had to go through the friend who provided the clues—that friend was the officially recognized recipient of the bounty.
Because she believed this matter would definitely cause a big stir, she didn't have the courage to go to that friend in the short term.
As for whether her friend would pocket the hefty bounty, she was quite confident. The other party had done similar things for too many shady bounty Hunter. He might take a cut, but if he dared to pocket it all, he would have died in some dark, narrow alley long ago.
"But it will eventually belong to you." Fors paused for two seconds, then asked seriously, "Once you've raised enough money, will you contact that masked man, work for him, and buy the necessary materials from him?"
"No, unless it's completely unavailable elsewhere, and there's no hope," Hugh replied.
Inside the Earl Hall's luxurious villa in Queens Borough.
Audrey was still savoring the memories of today's party when she suddenly saw her personal maid Annie, approaching with a piece of paper.
"Miss, your telegram," Annie said with a smile, "Is from the East Coast of Balam."
Alfred's? Audrey happily accepted it and read it carefully:
"My dear sister, the Rainbow Salamander you requested arrived in Pritz Harbor last night. My instructions to them are to deliver it to your estate in the suburbs."
It arrived last night? Then it should be delivered to my estate at the earliest today, and at the latest tomorrow... Audrey glanced at Susie, who was struggling with snacks, and smiled faintly:
" Susie, the gift I prepared for you will arrive soon."
"Woof?" Susie looked at her mistress in confusion.