At the top of the round tower, in the room of the chief elder of the " Council of Six ".
Colin Iliad was tall by City of Silver standards, with messy, unkempt gray hair, deep nasolabial folds on his face, but no wrinkles elsewhere, only some old scars, Distortion or deep.
He wore a linen shirt underneath a brown coat, and a leather belt with several small squares around his waist. His light blue eyes were deep and weathered, as if they were filled with stories.
After Derrick finished bowing, the " Demon Hunter " nodded slightly and pointed to the items on the table diagonally in front of him, saying:
Do you remember them?
Derrick's gaze suddenly froze as he looked up, his eyes reflecting two translucent worms, each only as thick as a child's finger.
" The Worm of Time!"
There are " Worm of Time "—one after another, transparent circular rings!
Originating from the " Worm of Time," an abomination of the " Blasphemer " Amon!
"I remember." Derrick paused for a second, then answered instinctively, "Things left behind by Amon."
Colin Iliad nodded almost imperceptibly and said:
One of them was even coughed up by you.
Before Derrick could speak, he said slowly:
"You once said that when you were possessed by Amon, you were mostly in a daze, like you were dreaming, and only occasionally became fully conscious."
Under the chief's watchful gaze, Derrick nodded repeatedly, indicating that he had indeed made a similar description.
Colin Iliad shifted his gaze to the window, looking down at the buildings not far away:
I don't think I've told you what you did during that time.
"You held two ceremonies, one with esoteric elements and the other resembling a sacrifice, both of which received some response. Do you still remember the circumstances at the time?"
Sure enough, when I asked Mr. The Fool for help and used the Mysticism Ritual to Purification Amon's clone, I was also being monitored... Derrick wasn't surprised by the chief's words. Under the guidance of the Hanged Man, he had already followed the logic that the elders of City of Silver were experienced and wouldn't let someone with an anomaly go unpunished. He concluded that he had been monitored ever since he left the dungeon, and that during the sacrificial ritual, an obstacle emerged from the shadows to stop him, which initially confirmed his suspicions.
"... I don't really remember." Derrick pretended to think for a moment, then shook his head.
Seeing this, Colin, who was only glancing at the scene out of the corner of his eye, turned around and sighed:
Think about it carefully again.
"These two insects left behind by Amon are very valuable materials. I have been looking for ways to use them. If they can be secretly made into something, it will be a trump card that no one else knows about, and it can play a key role at a critical moment."
"The two rituals you experienced may contain symbolic elements, ancient incantations, or mystical elements that you can refer to."
"Think about it again carefully."
In the past, Derrick would have only understood the chief's surface meaning, but now he could "translate" the words into implied, unspoken sentences, taking a few seconds' delay:
I know you still have some connection with Amon.
"The former chief's mausoleum is about to be opened, and I need to make extra preparations to prevent any unforeseen events, so that Lovia and the others can't harm City of Silver's trump card. Try to communicate with them quickly to see if you can get their help, or provide the details of the previous ceremony so I can figure it out myself..."
Mr. The Hanged Man was right. The higher one's position, the more experienced one is in facing many dangers, the more habitually one uses Psychological Suggestion to express one's meaning tactfully, leaving room for both parties in the conversation... Derrick suddenly felt as if he had truly mastered a certain skill.
Knowing that the chief's purpose was to restrict Elder Lovia and the " Fallen Creator " they represented, he felt it necessary to do something. However, he had no idea how to use the " Worm of Time " and could only consider asking Mr. " The Fool " for help.
"I will try. I need a quiet room," Derrick replied, pausing between words as he carefully chose his words.
Colin Iliad seemed to have been prepared, and pointed to the corridor:
"Many of the rooms across the street with their doors open are empty. You can choose one yourself."
"Yes, Your Excellency." Derrick bowed and withdrew, casually finding an empty room, locking the wooden door, and sitting down. In the dark corner, his eyes gleamed slightly as he whispered a prayer.
Desi Bay, Port Escoson.
Klein, carrying his luggage, disembarked from the airship via the gangway, preparing to take a military base carriage to the city.
As for the " Red Gloves " such as Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell, they were among the first to disembark from the airship, while Klein was ranked last and did not meet them.
Upon entering the city, he found a hotel to stay in. Just as he was about to lie down again to recover from the lethargy he had experienced the previous night due to various problems, he suddenly heard a series of illusory, layered prayers in his ears.
It sounded like a little " The Sun "... Klein covered his mouth and yawned, entered the cramped washroom, and walked four steps backward with difficulty to reach the top of the Gray Fog.
As he had predicted, the shimmering, rippling star was the deep red star that symbolized the " The Sun ".
The Spirituality spread outwards, touching the past, and Klein quickly figured out what the " The Sun " was asking for.
The City of Silver Chief was asking the little " The Sun "—no, he was asking what he thought was Amon —how to use the " Worm of Time " talisman... Fortunately, I had also had this problem before and had already solved it... However, to create a powerful talisman that could temporarily swap Fate using the " Worm of Time," one needs to pray to the " The Fool." Doesn't that directly expose that the little " The Sun " is not Amon, but another unknown and Hidden Existence? Klein tapped the edge of the mottled long table with his right index finger, seriously considering how to respond.
Less than a minute later, he changed his mind and realized that his previous worries were meaningless:
First, apart from Elder Lovia, the " Shepherd " who might have received some revelation from the " True Creator," no one in City of Silver knew the specifics of Amon. They only guessed that He might be the " Angel of Time," one of the eight Angel King served the Creator. Therefore, even if they knew of the existence of the " The Fool," they would most likely believe that this was Amon's true form or the deity that Amon currently served.
Secondly, the title " The Fool " was no longer a secret to the " True Creator," " Blasphemer " Amon, and Elder Lovia the " Shepherd," and it wouldn't matter if more people in City of Silver knew it.
Furthermore, the chief named Colin Iliad is only a " Demon Hunter." Even if he possesses the title of " The Fool " and a level 0 Sealed Artifact, he can't do anything. After all, neither " Blasphemer " Amon nor " True Creator " came knocking on my door in the middle of the night.
Finally, the chief of the " Council of Six " had long known that the little " The Sun " had problems, and now it was practically an open declaration.
As Klein's thoughts raced, he felt he needed to be bolder. Perhaps he could use this opportunity to develop one or two downlines—no, followers—in City of Silver, so that Little " The Sun " wouldn't be fighting alone.
Moreover, I have made significant progress compared to when I Purification Amon's clone. I have accumulated a deeper understanding of mysticism and now wield the " Sea God Scepter," enabling me to manipulate more power in the mysterious space above the Gray Fog. I no longer need to worry about making any mistakes when facing Sequence 4 Demigod during the ritual... as long as I don't recklessly pull people up into the Gray Fog... Klein quickly made a decision, transforming the process of creating the " Fate Siphon " talisman into light and shadow, and casting it into the crimson star symbolizing the " The Sun."
Knock, knock, knock—the sound of knocking echoed in the chief's room at the top of the round tower.
Even before that sound rang out, Colin Iliad already knew that Derrick Berg Door Opening and was heading this way.
"Come in." He turned to face the entrance.
Derrick pushed open the door and entered, bowed, and said:
"Your Excellency, I recall some vague details."
Colin Iliad nodded calmly and said:
What are they?
"Using pure silver and mercury as materials..." Derrick finished his concise description of the beginning of the ceremony, paused, and said, "I think I was muttering a title to myself: The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era."
Colin narrowed his eyes and suddenly interrupted:
"Is the corresponding symbol the one left on the candle?"
"Yes," Derrick answered readily, "The second part is about the Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog."
At this moment, Colin interrupted him again:
"No other ritual materials are needed?"
"No need," Derrick nodded, slightly surprised.
He then realized that the chief seemed to be deliberately interrupting him from reciting the honorific name of " The Fool ".
Yes, our common language is the Jotun, a language that can invoke the forces of nature. If we recite the name directly, it will inevitably produce all sorts of unknown effects. I only recited it in one breath because I knew that Mr. The Fool was a true deity, worthy of trust. But the Chief was unaware of this... Derrick continued, as if suddenly realizing something:
"The third section: The King of Yellow and Black, who holds the key to good fortune."
Colin listened quietly, then nodded slightly and said:
"Very good.
"While I can't be sure if what you've recalled will be helpful, it's still a significant contribution, and I'll have someone award you additional merit."
"Go back, or go to the library and read for a while."
"Yes, Your Excellency." Seeing that there was nothing else, Derrick silently breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the room at the top of the round tower.
Colin Iliad watched him leave, then walked to the chair behind the desk and sat down, turning his gaze to the two translucent, segmented worms.
Right next to the little bug, there was a notebook open, on which were drawn a Concealment symbol composed of half a " Pupil-less Eye " and half a " Line of Distortion ".
Colin's gaze remained fixed for a long time, and he seemed to have turned into a stone statue.
After a while, he slowly stood up and took out three candles.