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Chapter 186 The true oracle

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Chapter 186 The true oracle

  "Yeah, I didn't expect that I would stay here for forty-two years."

"I didn't show any signs of losing control, but they thought I was quite dangerous and could turn into a monster at any time."

The old voice suddenly said with a smile.

Derrick frowned slightly and asked curiously:

  "What really happened forty-two years ago?"

At that time, his parents were not born yet.

The old voice was sad for a moment, and when Derrick thought that the other party would not answer this question, he spoke again:

"I was once the captain of an exploration team. The exploration team I led discovered a destroyed city half a month away from Silver City."

"That city is similar to our Silver City. It has obvious traces of being ruled by giants. It believes in the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God."

"It's a pity that they were destroyed. I don't know how many years ago."

Derrick is no stranger to this kind of thing. Over such a long time, Silver City has discovered many destroyed cities.

Derrick put his ear close to the thick metal wall and listened carefully to the other person's next words.

The old voice chuckled and said:

"After we explored the core area, we found that the city was trying to convert its beliefs and created some gods that they imagined could save them."

"However, this was of no use, even the statues of the gods were destroyed."

At this point, his tone suddenly became heavy:

  "These are actually not important. In the past explorations of Silver City, we have discovered many ruins of this type of city."

"What really surprised us was that we met a person there. This was the first living person who did not belong to our city-state that we in Silver City have met in more than two thousand years!"

"In that boundless darkness, there are really people alive."

Derrick's attention was focused on the person they met, and he subconsciously asked:

  "You brought him back to Silver City?"

On the other side of the metal wall, there was silence for a long time before an old voice continued:

"Don't you feel the shock and surprise?"

"We worked hard to explore the surroundings in order to find humans like us, and we finally discovered them forty-two years ago!"

Derrick was stunned for a moment. He often gathered at that place above the gray mist. He also learned some information from Miss Justice and others.

Derrick subconsciously reached out and scratched his head, pretending to be shocked and said in an inexperienced tone:

"I didn't notice this just now. This is really incredible!"

The old voice was silent for a while, and then said after a while: "Has the education in Silver City become so bad now?"

The old voice sighed, and before Derrick could speak, he said to himself:

  "We were very wary of inviting that person to come to Silver City as a guest, and he agreed after thinking about it."

"We monitored and escorted him back along the road until we were about to arrive at Silver City, when he suddenly disappeared."

"We searched all around but couldn't find him. After returning to Silver City, my team members went crazy one after another and lost control. All of them! All of them!"

"The six-member council suspects that we are all contaminated by something. They suspect that the person is not a human being at all, but an evil spirit or monster."

Derrick exhaled heavily:

  "So you're locked up here and you won't be let out until you find out the problem?"

Derrick's mood was complicated and worried. He was afraid that he would be locked up at the bottom of the round tower for decades, or even hundreds of years, just like the old man.

After being silent for a while, Derrick readjusted his emotions and continued to ask:

  "Do you remember what that man looked like?"

The old voice recalled for dozens of seconds before saying with a hint of pain:

  "He looks very ordinary, without any special features, and his clothes are similar to ours. Except that he is a male, I can't remember what he looks like at all. I remember he told us that his name is Amon!"

On Sunday morning, a flapping gray carrier pigeon landed at the study window.

Under Renekton's gaze, the gray homing pigeon twitched and fell to the window sill, its eyes rolled up until only the whites of the eyes were left, and bloodshot eyes and foam were coughed out from the corners of its mouth.

Inside its beak, the flesh and blood continued to twist, growing into a mouth full of teeth.

"Ahem! Good morning, Your Majesty the Envoy~"

Mr. A's sickly voice came out from the body of the gray carrier pigeon. Every time he uttered a word, the carrier pigeon's body would tremble, as if it would collapse into a ball of flesh and blood at any time.

Renekton said in a calm voice with no emotion at all:

"Why did you come to me?" "Ahem~ Your Majesty the Messenger of God, I received the Lord's oracle. We will re-spread faith in the East District of Backlund, the dock area and other places, in a new way and image, this It will be you who takes the blame, cough!"

"The Lord's oracles give revelations. When new faith spreads, He will return with a new attitude!"

"Ahem! This is related to the new teachings of the Aurora Society and the subsequent coming of our Lord!"

Mr. A's voice said while coughing.

Renekton frowned slightly, not caring whether Mr. A could see him through the carrier pigeon. He pondered for a moment and then nodded gently and said:

"No problem! I will go to those places and look for a suitable plan to develop believers!"

After receiving Renekton's reply, the gray homing pigeon lying on the windowsill twitched like a living corpse, got up stiffly, and then flew away with fluttering wings.

After glancing at the direction in which the carrier pigeon left, Renekton pondered in his heart for a while.

With me as the main one? .But is this oracle coming from a crazy true creator? Or is it Saslier who remains sane?

Renekton took off his coat hanging on the coat rack. After putting it on, he put the bone staff on his waist and disguised the bone staff into a small cane through illusion.

He turned around and stepped into the spirit world. After a while of wandering in the spirit world, Renekton's figure walked out of an inconspicuous corner of the East District.

Renekton walked quietly on the streets of the East District, his own spirituality wrapped in his spirit to build a wonderful field around him, suppressing his sense of existence to an extremely low level.

Unless someone with higher inspiration or Renekton takes the initiative to talk to him, the people around him will not notice Renekton passing by them at all.

Walking in the East District, where the lower floors gather, Renekton also carefully observed the residents here for the first time. They were not even residents.

Even in the cheap East End, they don't have their own house, so it's normal for five or six people to live in one room.

In the poorest part of the East District, an ordinary bedroom can sleep ten people, with floor tiles, daytime use rights, nighttime use rights and other precise divisions.

Dirty, crowded, and stinky are the most intuitive impressions. People here are so busy every day that they are extremely exhausted in order to exchange for food that can barely fill their stomachs. They have no savings. As long as they are unemployed for a few days, they will fall into an abyss that is difficult to save themselves.

  Renekton visited many places in the East End and also visited the dock area where workers gathered.

Everything you see is just a small microcosm of this era.

Only by truly observing and thinking can you discover how sad the lower class people living in this era are.

Renekton gently put his right hand on the forearm of his left hand and murmured to himself:

  "This is the best of times, this is the worst of times!"

"What are you going to do? The people at the bottom here are so busy that they don't even have time to pray for their beliefs. All they can do is say 'I am with you'!"

Saslier, who was living on his body, did not give any response. Renekton smiled nonchalantly, shrugged, turned and walked into the workers' association behind him.

As Renekton arrived, a middle-aged man dressed as a worker who had been waiting here immediately approached, saluted slightly in an inconspicuous manner, and then said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty the Envoy of God, Mr. A asked me to wait for you here. If I see you coming here, I will take you to see him."

Renekton nodded slightly, his eyes signaling the other person to lead the way.

Staggering half a body distance from the other party, he followed behind and walked into the workers' association. From time to time, there were people who looked like dock porters or textile workers in simple clothes passing by.

Renekton looked around at the workers around him, observing the expressions on their faces and physical conditions, and said in a casual tone:

"Are you a worker too? How many believers are there here?"

The middle-aged man who was leading the way raised his hand and pressed the canvas hat on his head. His eyes glanced around. After seeing that no one was paying attention, he deliberately lowered his voice and said:

"Yes, I was a dock porter, one of the most humble people here."

"It wasn't until I listened to the Lord's Church that I finally found relief."

"More than one-third of the workers' association here has developed faith in our Lord."

"However, most of them can only be regarded as shallow believers. These people are immersed in a numb life, and it is difficult to even find time to listen to the teachings and pray for their faith."

Renekton stared at the talkative worker in front of him, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

Perhaps because of the presence of Sasril in his body, Renekton could clearly see the mark of the true Creator on his body.

In a sense, he can be regarded as a true creation favored by God.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 187 Banquet news

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Chapter 187 Banquet news

  Renekton followed the other party and walked upstairs to the Workers' Association. There were no people passing by in the stairwell from time to time. Renekton talked to the other party again:

"What's your name? It seems that you have a very high level of education, and you are different from most workers."

"Youlian Jin, I used to have a pretty good family, until something happened in my family's business. Both my father and mother couldn't accept this huge gap, and they were depressed all day long, and eventually passed away."

"And because I didn't dare to face death, in order to survive, I had no choice but to come to Backlund and work hard. My studies had been abandoned long ago, and in the end I could only work as a labor porter at the dock."

When Yulian talked about his past, his tone was very light. It could be seen that his situation in Backlund was not good, and the pressure of life had already smoothed the edges of his past.

Renekton controlled his tone and expression, showing neither sympathy nor disgust. He completely regarded the other party as a person of equal class to himself and said:

  "We can still pursue the future. Isn't this the meaning of running for life?"

Yulian was obviously moved by these words, and his eyes showed a bright light that did not belong to the people at the bottom. The corner of his mouth raised an inconspicuous arc, and his voice unconsciously raised a few points:

"Yes, we still have a future, every one of us still has a future."

"The great and supreme Lord will give us guidance and lead us to that harmonious society where everyone is equal and there is no oppression or suffering!"

"Just like He once led mankind out of the oppression of other races, the Lord will continue to lead us into a new era!"

The words of such a fanatical believer made the corners of Renekton's mouth twitch slightly, and an imperceptible purple light flashed in his eyes.

Renekton carefully looked at the member of the Aurora Society who called himself Yulian Jin. He did not have the madness of most members of the Aurora Society. Renekton did not even see the slightest trace of contamination on him.

Obviously, the words he just said were his thoughts from the bottom of his heart, and they were the concepts that the Aurora Society had instilled during this period.

"It seems that Zhenzao is going to let the red wind blow over this land!"

Renekton sighed slightly in his heart, and then continued what the other party said:

"The collision between the new era and the old era will inevitably take the form of war. Aren't you afraid?"

Yulian Jin replied almost without hesitation:

"I have faith, pure, supreme faith!"

Renekton said nothing else. Although Yulian behaved like a fanatical believer, this was already a significant improvement compared to the lunatics of the Aurora Society before.

Yulian led Renekton to a room in the corner of the third floor, boom! He knocked on the door twice, then turned the handle and opened the door.

Yulian stepped sideways to make way for the passage, made a gesture of invitation with one hand and said:

  "Your Majesty the Envoy of God, Mr. A is waiting for you inside."

Renekton nodded slightly and walked in. Yulian did not follow him, but closed the door and stood guard in front of it.

Mr. A was still wearing a long robe, and his face was a bit sickly pale. With his delicate face, he had the impression of a sickly beauty.

"Your Majesty the Envoy of God, have you already learned about the situation of the people at the bottom of Backlund?"

Mr. A's words were very affirmative, as if this was not a question, but a statement.

Renekton nodded slightly, casually found a seat near the floor-to-ceiling window and sat down, looking at the East District environment outside the translucent glass and said:

"How do you want to spread faith among the people at the bottom?"

Mr. A walked to the side and also stared at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window and said:

  "Our current approach is to allow believers who already believe in our Lord to form small groups, expand outward in the form of worker mutual aid teams, and develop new people in the small groups into new believers in our Lord."

"The people at the bottom need a practical goal, a lofty ideal, and some tangible benefits."

"The Aurora Society can control some gangs, some docks, and even some factories, provide workers with stable job channels, and at the same time provide economic support for the spread of the faith."

Renekton looked into the distance and gave his suggestion.

Mr. A coughed twice, and then said in a low voice:

"This is Backlund. The Aurora Club can't make too many moves here, as this will cause us to be suppressed from all sides."

"Have you ever come into contact with some of the rich people in Backlund?"

Renekton turned to look at Mr. A and asked.

Mr. A nodded gently and said:

  "I have had contact with them, but they are just ordinary guys. The real rich people have traces of various forces behind them, and they often go to various places, so it is difficult to hide their identities."

Renekton sighed in his heart. Leading a group of cultists to spread their faith felt a bit outrageous when he thought about it.

After pondering for a while, I quickly came up with a solution:

"I will provide you with some information about Backlund's nobles and wealthy people later. You can filter them and select the right people to develop into believers."

"And in addition to developing followers, you can completely create one or two rich people yourself, which will make many actions much easier, such as opening and acquiring factories."

Then he warned with some worry:

  "Newly developed believers, please do not allow them to pray too frequently for the time being, and try to avoid secret prayer methods when taking magic potions." Renekton is a little worried. Before Sasriel recovers his angelic status, if these believers Frequent prayers to the True Creator may lead to the madness of the True Creator.

"I see!"

Mr. A did not ask why he did this, but simply nodded in response.

At noon on Monday, a banquet was being held at Earl Hall's home in Queens.

Renekton obtained an invitation through the Aurora Society to accompany a member of the Air Pollution Investigation Commission.

This member of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee is also one of the targets of the Aurora Society's desire to develop their faith. After initial testing, he found that he agreed with the new teachings of the Aurora Society.

As the banquet began, the people who came to the banquet soon started talking in twos and threes. Renekton took a glass of red wine and found an inconspicuous corner to sit down, quietly observing the people in the center of the banquet.

Taking a slow sip of misty champagne, Renekton glanced at everyone at the banquet, and then his attention was attracted by Audrey, who was wearing a beige palace dress and slowly walking towards him.

Not surprisingly, Audrey stopped in front of Renekton, with an expression of surprise and surprise on her face, and she saluted skillfully and naturally:

"Good afternoon, sir~"

"Good afternoon, beautiful lady~"

Renekton smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand.

"It is not a gentleman's behavior to invite a lady who is not officially an adult to drink!"

Audrey said in a playful tone.

"Sorry, it's my rudeness." Renekton said with a chuckle: "This glass of wine will be my apology. I also want to thank you for those custom-made clothes. My rabbit likes them very much."

As he spoke, Renekton tilted his head slightly and drank half of the misty champagne in the glass.

The smiling expression on Audrey's face remained unchanged, and she looked around without leaving a trace, making sure that no one noticed her side, and then said in the tone of friends:

  "Mr. Tynes, this was just a joke, but it seems like you don't really want to apologize. You just want to drink."

"Haha, as expected of the audience, they are just keen." Renekton raised his thumb slightly with his right hand holding the wine glass.

While they were talking, the two of them had already walked to the balcony, away from the bustling crowd in the banquet center.

A big golden retriever dog was squatting here quietly, looking at the crowd in the center of the banquet with very smart eyes, but more attention still stayed on Renekton.

The big golden retriever dog approached Audrey very affectionately, and stretched out his head to rub the hem of Audrey's skirt.

Renekton glanced at the golden retriever Susie and said in a very natural tone:

"He's also a spectator, and he seems to be a very talented spectator."

The big golden retriever showed a human expression of surprise on his face, and looked at Renekton with wide eyes.

"Huh?" Audrey let out a light sigh, quickly calmed down her emotions and said:

"Mr. Tynes, can you tell that Susie is a magical creature? And even the audience can guess that it is?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said, "My eyes can see more things than ordinary extraordinary people."

After explaining why he could see that the golden retriever was an extraordinary creature, Renekton changed the topic to other aspects and proposed a deal:

  "I want to obtain information on most of the nobles and wealthy people in Backlund. I wonder if I can make a deal with you?"

"." Audrey was silent for a moment, and struggled internally for a while before asking: "Mr. Tynes, what do you need the information about the nobles and rich people for?"

"You don't need to tell me completely. I just need to make an assessment before I can decide whether to agree to your request."

Renekton nodded in agreement and said:

  "I need some identity that can be used openly, preferably a noble or a rich man."

"This is preparation for spreading the faith in the future."

Renekton deliberately did not specify what belief he was spreading and whose belief it was, leaving Audrey to guess intuitively.

Audrey's first reaction was the Church of Knowledge, but then she thought of Mr. Fool. The figure of Mr. Fool shrouded in gray mist lingered in Audrey's mind.

A flash of excitement flashed in Audrey's eyes, and she calmed down, but she still couldn't hide her excitement and said:

"Is this a secret spread of faith?"

When saying this, Audrey's eyes glanced upward, as if she wanted to see the place where Mr. Fool convened the Tarot Club by looking up.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 188 Little Sun's Worry

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  After discussing with Audrey, the final deal arrangement was that the other party would provide information other than the big nobles and rich people. As a reward, Renekton would need to provide Audrey with some practical extraordinary knowledge.

The two happily reached a deal under the witness of the golden retriever Susie.

Silver City, at the base of the round tower.

Derrick sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the metal wall in front of him, all kinds of chaotic thoughts in his mind constantly rising and falling.

The candle on one of the trays had burned out, leaving him in true darkness until the next time the watcher brought food.

At this moment, gray mist filled his eyes, and Mr. Fool's whisper echoed in his ears:

"Get ready for the party."

Such a change was fleeting, and Derrick subconsciously concentrated on counting his heartbeats silently.

But then he realized that there was no need to do this. In this environment, he didn't need to worry about avoiding other people's problems.

But Derrick soon thought of a new question:

  That is, he is within the sealing range of the magical item at the bottom of the round tower. Will Mr. Fool's subsequent move of pulling himself into the gray fog be discovered?

  This is one of the two most magical and powerful magical items in Silver City!

Amidst the anxiety and uneasiness, Derrick's eyes surged with boundless crimson light, which flooded him.

Benedict! After a moment of silence, there was a tapping sound from the other side of the metal wall.

This was the chat code agreed between Derrick and the other party.

"Tuk!"

After a while, without getting a response from Derrick, the other party knocked again.

After finishing the banquet and successfully reaching a deal with Audrey, Renekton returned to his rented house.

In the study, Renekton glanced at the clock on the wall and confirmed that the time was close to three o'clock in the afternoon. Renekton lay back on the couch in the study in a relaxed posture.

A crimson light suddenly surged out of his field of vision, completely engulfing Renekton's field of vision in an instant.

When the vision was restored again, the surrounding scene was already inside the magnificent ancient palace above the gray fog.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

Audrey was still the first member to stand up and salute.

After receiving Mr. Fool's response, Audrey greeted each member in turn: the Hanged Man, the Sun, the White Tower, the World, and the Magician.

As a mind reader, Audrey was keenly aware that Little Yang was not in a high mood and was a little uneasy.

Audrey asked curiously: "What are you worried about?"

Little Sun's performance made Renekton guess that he had met the former captain of the exploration team who was parasitized by Amon.

Derrick the Little Sun didn't hide anything. He very nervously told the story of confessing to the chief and being sent to the bottom of the round tower for isolation. At the end, he asked:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, will that magical object find out that I am attending a Tarot session?"

Shrouded in gray fog, Klein's inner activities at this moment were very complicated.

How do I know? I don't even know what it is. However, there is no powerful or weird force trying to invade for the time being.

  Klein bent his fingers, tapped the edge of the long bronze table twice, and said in a relaxed manner:

  "Normally, it can't be found."

"But some magical items have strange effects."

After receiving the affirmative answer from Mr. Fool, Derrick felt much relieved. He hummed and said:

  "I don't know what effect this magical item has. This is one of the top secrets in Silver City."

Having said this, he suddenly remembered the content of his conversation with the former captain of the exploration team, and asked:

  "Have you ever heard of Amon?"

Amon? Klein only hesitated for a moment, and then all the relevant memories came flooding out. His eyes swept over Renekton who was sitting beside him. All the information about Amon was what he had told him.

Thinking of Amon, Klein inevitably began to worry. Amon was destined to be his enemy. He was only a Sequence Seven, but the opponent was a Sequence One angel.

Renekton frowned slightly. It was obvious that Derrick chose a different approach from the original work, but in the end he still met Amon due to the pull of fate.

While Renekton was deep in thought, Alger the Hanged Man frowned and asked in confusion:

"During your exploration of the surrounding area in Silver City, you met a man who called himself Amon?"

"Or have similar records been discovered?"

Little Sun Derrick nodded seriously and said:

"Yes, forty-two years ago, an exploration team encountered a man named Amon in the depths of darkness. After returning to Silver City, they went crazy and lost control one after another, leaving only one person. He has been locked up in the Round Tower. The bottom is right next door to me." "Maybe he's crazy too, and it's all just his imagination."

The magician Forsi gave full play to the imagination of a novelist and proposed a guess.

Alger the Hanged Man glanced at Mr. Fool at the top, and seeing that he didn't give any hint, he boldly said:

"It's just speculation, but I wouldn't come up with the name Amon without a reason."

"In the Fourth Age, well, according to our time calculation, it should be 1,500 years ago, or even longer. At that time, in the Tudor Dynasty, there was a family with strange power, and their surname was Amon!"

"Even in that era when there were many high-sequence powerful people, this family's surname was still a taboo."

"why?"

Miss Justice Audrey, who was more curious, asked the question on behalf of Little Sun.

Alger, the Hanged Man, recalled for a moment, and then said to himself:

  "Abraham, Antigonus, Amon, Jacob, and Tamara are the five major families that claim to have established the Tudor Dynasty and are second only to the Blood Emperor."

"Among them, the Amon family is the most mysterious and has the least history left behind. It seems to have been distorted and covered up by some force."

"The Amon family has another name, the Blasphemers family! They master the secret of stealing the power of the gods and claim to be the descendants of the ancient sun god."

Little Sun Derrick was confused when he heard it. Within the scope of his knowledge of mythology, there was no ancient sun god, and he didn't know about any family of blasphemers.

When everyone on the field was lost in thought, Renekton had already sorted out his thoughts, raised his hand slightly and said:

  "The ancient sun god is the one you believe in in Silver City, the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God."

"Amon is His child, and the former Amon family is also Him."

Renekton changed to a more serious posture, leaned forward, supported his hands on the long bronze table, and continued to speak:

  "There is no family, only Amon, and all members are Amon!"

"He is the King of Angels of the Thief Path. He has gathered most of the extraordinary characteristics of this path and can create countless clones."

"He will not have a favorable impression of you just because your Silver City believes in the ancient sun god. He is the god of cunning and mischief."

"The cellmate next door to you is no longer himself. His body, memory and even destiny have been stolen by Amon. He has become one of Amon's many clones."

The scene fell silent for a while. Little Sun Derrick had many questions that he wanted to ask, but for a moment he didn't know where to start. He just felt that his head was in chaos.

Klein, shrouded in gray fog, felt that his heart had stopped for half a beat. He stared at the thick gray fog around him. He clearly remembered that Al once said that this place belongs to the Source Castle, and the Source Castle corresponds to soothsayers, thieves, and apprentices. Three ways.

Amon, are you here for me? No, no, forty-two years ago was too long. Amon couldn't have foreseen that I would pull the little sun into the gray fog at that time!

  "Boom boom boom!"

Klein bent his fingers and tapped the long bronze table in front of him a few times.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were attracted to him, Klein leaned back slightly and said in a relaxed and unconcerned manner:

"Don't worry, Amon's target is not you, nor Silver City."

"Not me? Not Silver City?" Little Sun Derrick repeated Mr. Fool's words in his mind, and looked at Mr. Fool sitting at the head with doubtful eyes.

Audrey the Righteous, Alger the Hanged Man and Forsi the Magician also looked at Mr. Fool at the top, each pondering in their hearts.

Alger, the Hanged Man, touched the stubble on his chin, and a bold idea came to his mind. Amon's goal was not Mr. Sun, nor the Silver City where he was, so Amon's real goal was probably...

  Alger, the Hanged Man, looked at Mr. Fool at the top with a pleading look.

Justice Audrey was keenly aware of the movements of Alger the Hanged Man, and quickly reacted, also looking at Mr. Fool at the top.

Although Magician Forsi did not expect this, seeing everyone looking at Mr. Fool, he then turned his attention to Mr. Fool at the top, shrouded in gray mist.

Don't all look at me! These are just some of my speculations and feelings!

"Beacon of destiny!" This was the only sentence in Renekton's mind.

Then he glanced at Little Sun Derrick with complicated eyes, but did not tell him that when he finished the Tarot session, he would receive a kind greeting from Amon, who was locked up next door.

In front of Amon, the more you know, the more you will be exposed.

Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, noticed Renekton's unabashed movements and eyes, and also looked at the little sun Derrick sitting beside him.

Al's actions, Little Sun's encounter is not over yet? Could it be that Amon noticed my action of pulling the little sun above the gray fog? .There must be a certain connection between the Thief Path and Origin Castle, so there is a high probability that Amon noticed my actions.

  The more he thought about it, the more panicked Klein felt. He was not ready to face a strong man like Amon.

Klein controlled his trumpet Mr. World, coughed slightly to attract everyone's attention, then turned his attention to Renekton, and said in a low and hoarse voice:

  "What do you think of Amon?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 189 Where did you go just now?

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  Renekton wanted to say, "I'll sit and watch," but considering Klein's current mood and location, he suppressed his thoughts of joking with him and said with a chuckle:

"Don't worry about him. Mr. Sun's place must be safe enough."

"The former captain of the exploration team is just a clone of Amon. His strength is not too strong. Even if he has an angel-level status, it will not be too difficult to clean up."

"At most, it will expose some information. Amon will not take action easily before he is not sure enough."

"I understand." Klein manipulated Mr. Trumpet World to respond, and fell silent again.

Shrouded in gray fog, Klein was silently thinking about the meaning of the other party's words just now. He always felt that the other party's words "Amon will not take action easily" were meant for him.

Little Sun Derrick glanced at the silent Mr. World, and then at Renekton who stopped talking. He wanted to continue asking about Amon, but he couldn't find what to ask for the moment.

Justice Audrey's curiosity has been satisfied. Seeing that no one else wanted to talk for the time being, she turned her head to look at the top of the long bronze table and said with a smile:

"Mr. Fool, I apply for private communication."

Klein could probably think of the reason why Miss Justice did this. The figure shrouded in gray mist gently nodded and said:

"can."

Immediately, Renekton felt that his senses towards Miss Justice and Mr. Fool were blocked.

"Tsk~ I'm quite cautious." Renekton sighed secretly in his heart.

He could completely guess that Klein did this to prevent him and others from communicating with each other outside like before, and to avoid the possibility of exposing his identity in the dummy world.

Bored, I leaned on the high-backed chair and waited for a while, until I heard two taps on the table, indicating that the private communication requested by Miss Justice was over.

"You can deal on your own." Klein leaned back in his chair and said with a smile.

Renekton maintained his previous posture without moving, his eyes casually scanning the people present.

He didn't have anything to trade or tasks to do, and he had already reached a deal with Justice Audrey at the noon banquet for matters that required Justice Audrey's help.

Alger, the Hanged Man, stared at the magician Forsi in front of him and said:

  "I already have a clue about the blood of the deep-sea marlin. I can get it in the next two days. You can prepare the gold pounds."

"sure no problem."

Magician Forsi immediately replied that she had been looking around to purchase the main ingredients for the magic potion. This was the first time she had received definite information.

I still have 430 pounds in savings, so I can afford one piece of material. The soul eater's stomach bag can't be obtained until Mr. Sun is released from the bottom of the round tower. I hope Mr. Sun can be released soon, no, it will be later. , otherwise my savings will not be enough.

Forsi felt dizzy when he thought that his savings were not enough to buy the main ingredients for two potions.

He touched his face, looked around, and asked in an unusually sincere tone:

  "Everyone, do you have any good ways to make money?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she found that everyone fell into silence at the same time.

Renekton looked around at everyone. Silver City did not need money, the noble lady was not short of money at all, and he could ask the church for reimbursement. The rest were all people who were short of money.

Thinking of this, the corners of Renekton's mouth opened in an arc unconsciously. Sure enough, poverty is contagious, and the source of infection is Mr. Fool at the top.

Renekton changed his position, leaned on the other side of the seat, raised his hand slightly and said:

"If you are strong enough, you can look through the kingdom's reward orders, or find a lucky gangster to collect protection fees."

Magician Forsi was silent for two seconds, lowered his head unconsciously and said:

  "My strength should not be enough for me to do these things."

The scene fell silent again, and no one spoke. After waiting for a few seconds, Klein controlled the trumpet Mr. World.

Mr. World raised his hand slightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"Help me keep an eye on the blood of the Hunter with a Thousand Faces, and the hair of the Naga of the Deep."

After successfully being promoted to a magician, Klein began to prepare for the next sequence of faceless men. Fortunately, all he needed were auxiliary materials, and the corresponding extraordinary characteristics had been extracted step by step by extracting the characteristics contained in the all-black eye. Got.

"Okay." Little Sun Derrick answered first, but did not make a promise. He is still locked at the bottom of the round tower, and he doesn't know when he will be released.

"Hunter with a Thousand Faces? I seem to have seen its fossils."

"Well, I need to go back and confirm first."

Justice Audrey replied thoughtfully.

Klein controlled Mr. World and nodded noncommittally. But he didn't have any expectations for the Thousand-Faced Hunter who had turned into a fossil.

"I'll keep an eye out for you."

Renekton also responded in kind, but he had no intention of finding these materials himself. Klein had only been promoted to a magician not long ago, and he couldn't become a faceless man with the materials.

After a moment of silence, Alger the Hanged Man spoke:

  "Please help me keep an eye on a person who is related to the missing colonial slaves mentioned before." "He calls himself Barron. His skin color is brown and red, and he has obvious southern continental racial characteristics, but someone has accidentally heard him use Baekland He speaks with a German accent, and his third tooth on the left is missing, but has probably been replaced."

"If you can find his traces, the reward is not a problem, at least 100 pounds, or items of equivalent value."

The commission for the Hanged Man was announced, but no one accepted the commission directly. There was too little useful information. Except for Renekton, who knew the plot, no one knew how to find such a person in the huge Backlund.

Klein the Fool, who was at the top, looked around and said:

"Let's communicate freely."

After the Tarot session, Little Sun Derrick returned to the real world and found himself in the dark room again.

He sat cautiously on the edge of the bed, not noticing any unusual changes around him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of the information given by Mr. White Tower in the previous tarot meeting, Derrick felt shuddering that the person he had communicated with before was no longer the former captain of the exploration team, but the clone of the man who called himself Amon. .

Derrick's eyes were fixed on the metal wall where he had communicated with the other party before, and his breathing became cautious. He was very afraid that Amon's clone would suddenly cross the barrier of the metal wall and appear in front of him.

"Is this what you're thinking about?"

An old and erratic voice came from the position on Derrick's right.

As soon as this sound reached his ears, Derrick froze immediately, his skin tightened and all his hairs stood up.

How did he get here? Seal? What is the effect of that magical item? .what do I do?

  Derrick's forehead kept dripping with cold sweat, and he subconsciously wanted to turn his head and look away, but his body's instinct prevented him from doing this.

This is derived from the teachings in Silver City's "Monster Knowledge" course:

  When someone talks behind your back, don't rush back.

Derrick raised his hands and clasped them in front of his chest, summoning a sacred, bright, pure and warm light that descended from the sky.

The summoned holy light illuminated the dark and small room.

Derrick also used this light to see clearly the appearance of the person he had been communicating with.

It was a complete monster. The head was split open vertically, revealing the gray-white brain in the middle, which seemed to be crawling with life.

On the sectioned surface of the brain, viscous liquid hung down into thin threads, with maggots squirming on them.

The eyes on each side are far apart, the bridge of the nose is separated in the middle, the left half of the mouth is open, but the right half of the mouth is tightly closed.

The monster was naked, with dark red wounds all over its body. These wounds all cracked open, revealing rows of scarlet teeth inside. They said the same sentence in no particular order:

"Where did you go just now?"

Derrick's pupils narrowed suddenly, and he subconsciously summoned another holy light.

Before Derrick could complete the act of summoning the Holy Light, he was shocked to find that the Holy Light he had previously prayed for suddenly became thicker, and was so brilliant that he couldn't help but want to close his eyes.

Holding back the pain and tears coming from his eyes, Derrick tried hard to see clearly what was happening.

But he could only vaguely see that something purer and richer separated from the majestic pillar of light, like a light person with no facial features or clothes.

This "light man" suddenly flashed and pounced on the monster.

All the mouths on the monster opened at the same time, as if it was screaming, but strangely no sound came out.

The monster trembled violently, and quickly fell apart under the burning and illumination of the "Light Man", disappearing like a melt.

When the monster was almost transparent, a phantom appeared strangely where the monster was. It was a phantom wearing a classical robe and a pointed hat!

The moment this figure appeared, Little Sun thought of Amon, whom Mr. Baita mentioned in the Tarot Club. This is what Amon looks like!

As soon as Amon's figure appeared, the "light man" suddenly exploded, and Derrick's eyes instantly turned into a blur of white.

When he regained his sight, he realized that he was already outside the room, in a corridor studded with metal lamp stands, illuminated by dim light.

Derrick turned his head blankly and looked in the direction of the room where he had been before, and saw a tall figure.

In front of this figure, on Derrick's original bed, a bit of morning light quickly condensed on a white leg bone, turning it into a pure white sharp straight sword.

Next to the straight sword, there is a strange translucent insect that is as long as a thumb and has completely transparent links one after another.

With his back to the tall figure of Derrick, he bent down to pick up the strange translucent insect, turned around, and looked at Derrick who was watching him from the side.

Sighing: "Almost."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 190 Secret Contract Ceremony

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Chapter 190 Secret Contract Ceremony

  After Derrick saw the appearance of the tall figure in front of him clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and then he said with surprise as if he had survived a desperate situation:

"Your Excellency, Chief!"

Standing in front of Derrick is Colin Iliad, the powerful demon hunter who is over a hundred years old and the chief of Silver City's "Six-Man Council"!

Colin glanced at Derrick, nodded slightly and said:

"We have always known that there was something wrong with him, but in order to find out what the purpose of the man named Amon was and the strange existence, we deliberately did not eliminate him directly, but locked him at the bottom of the round tower."

"We often let some Extraordinary people who are showing signs of losing control live next door to him and have conversations with him to see if we can induce some abnormal changes in him to get what we want to know."

"It's a pity that he has been acting normal until today."

It turned out that Derrick, who deliberately arranged for me to live next door to the former captain of the exploration team, was silent for a few seconds, and then said after a slight hesitation:

"Perhaps I was dragged into that party again today, and Amon noticed the changes in me, so there was a sudden change."

"Amon?" Colin's eyes narrowed slightly, and then a dark green complex symbol appeared in his left and right eyes respectively. He looked at Derrick closely and said:

  "Tell me what you know."

Derrick nodded slightly and told all the news he got at the Tarot meeting:

  "A member who attended the party told me that the former captain of the exploration team had his body, memory and even destiny stolen by Amon. He has become one of Amon's many clones."

"He also said that Amon is the King of Angels of the Thief Path. He has gathered most of the extraordinary characteristics of this path and has countless clones."

At this point, Derrick paused and asked hesitantly:

"Your Excellency, do you know what the King of Angels is?"

Colin was silent for two seconds, and when Derrick thought he would not answer the question, he spoke again:

  "Legend has it that there are eight angel kings serving beside the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God."

Derrick was stunned. He didn't expect that the King of Angels meant this. Then he thought of what Mr. White Tower said at the Tarot meeting, that Amon is the descendant of the ancient sun god, and he felt that this was very reasonable. .

"What are you thinking about?" Colin noticed Derrick's distraction just now and asked aloud.

Derrick said it directly without any concealment:

"Amon is the child of the ancient sun god, and the ancient sun god is the creator of everything we believe in."

"But the member who told me the news also warned me that Amon will not be fond of us just because Silver City believes in the ancient sun god."

Colin heard some emotion in his voice and said:

  "I understand. I have reached a consensus with several elders about your situation."

"You can go back and your life will return to normal. Of course, necessary monitoring is essential."

Derrick was stunned and said, "Okay."

He even thought that he would be locked up at the bottom of the round tower for decades like the former captain of the exploration team.

Colin had turned around and entered the room, picked up the pure white sharp sword, and picked it up over and over again.

Derrick took a deep breath and walked along the aisle toward the exit.

After strolling back home, he closed the door and carefully observed his surroundings for a while, but found no so-called monitor.

Maybe he hasn't come here yet, or maybe he hides it better,,.

  Derrick pondered in his heart for a while, then sat on the edge of the bed and recited Mr. Fool's honorary name in a low voice:

"You are a fool who does not belong to this era. You are the mysterious master above the gray fog. You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

"A terrible thing happened to me just now. I was imprisoned next door."

Derrick told Mr. Fool exactly what happened before, and his tense nerves were relieved.

What followed was a burst of exhaustion, so he simply lay down and fell asleep quickly.

In the quiet and dark room, streaks of lightning sometimes illuminated everything and sometimes disappeared into darkness.

Derrick, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly bounced up with his right index finger and tapped the bed leisurely.

Backlund, house at No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein was thinking about the magician's performance rules and how he should digest the potion in the future, when an illusory layer of prayer suddenly sounded in his ears.

Klein stood up, locked the door, and walked four steps backward to reach above the gray fog.

In the majestic ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein sat on the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, stretched out his right hand, spread his spirituality, and touched the crimson star that represented the little sun.

Suddenly, the voice of prayer became clearer, and Klein heard clearly what Little Sun was describing. Before he noticed that Little Sun had been released from the bottom of the round tower by the chief of Silver City, Klein's attention had been completely attracted by Amon's unusual movements.

He didn't think Amon would be eliminated so easily.

While his thoughts were swirling, Klein looked at the scene of the little sun praying, and his eyes suddenly froze in mid-air.

The little sun that was so blurry that it was difficult to see clearly was wrapped around a transparent and illusory figure!

  He has arms and legs, but like a python, he twists around Little Sun and puts his head behind Little Sun's head!

  In the hazy picture, Klein could vaguely see that this figure was wearing a black classical robe, a soft pointed hat, and a crystal monocle hanging on his face.

Little Sun was unaware of all this happening to him.

Klein looked at this picture in silence, and he vaguely understood the other party's purpose:

Living in the spirit body of Little Sun, waiting for the next Tarot Club meeting, he can sneak into this gray mist without being noticed.

He really came for the space above the gray mist. This is what Al said. Wouldn't he come out easily without being completely sure? Just after a Tarot session, He had already taken action.

  Klein took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

At this moment, the final thing is to find a way to deal with it, and Amon parasitizing in the little sun must be eliminated before the next tarot meeting begins.

Klein glanced at the items piled in the debris pile, thinking about what he could use.

Al said that each of Amon's clones has the status of an angel. If you want to eliminate the clone that is parasitic on Little Sun, you must have something or aura of the same high status.

The first thing Klein thought of was Renekton. He knew that he had the characteristics of a sage, which was an angel-level characteristic.

No, no, Al's condition is not good, and he can't be allowed to use his sage characteristics casually. Besides, I don't have a suitable reason.

  Klein shook his head slightly and considered Renekton as an alternative.

After looking around and pondering for a moment, Klein set his sights on the Space Origin Castle above the gray fog. It must be something of the same high status. If he can leverage the power of the Origin Castle,

  Klein thought of the previous sacrifice and bestowing ceremony. Following this idea, Klein set his sights on the book of secrets.

Klein vaguely remembered that among the content he had read, there were many mysterious rituals involving praying to the original moon for help.

Changing the direction of the ritual to the Fool may be able to solve the current problem.

Klein took out the Book of Secrets from the pile of debris, flipped through it quickly, and soon stopped at a secret contract ceremony called "Blood Moon Sacrifice".

Klein watched the entire "Blood Moon Sacrifice" ritual process in silence, then materialized a pen and paper and began to make changes. He wanted to transform the "Blood Moon Sacrifice" into a secret contract ceremony belonging to "The Fool".

After being busy for a while, Klein finally transformed a secret contract ritual that points to the Fool, although it is not yet known whether this secret contract ritual will have an effect.

After checking it several times to confirm that it was correct, Klein's spirituality spread, and in a low voice, he responded to Little Sun's prayer.

"I see."

"I have something for you to do. Test whether this ritual is effective."

In Silver City, Little Sun Derrick suddenly woke up from his sleep. Boundless gray fog surged in front of his eyes, and Mr. Fool's illusory and lofty voices echoed in his ears.

After listening to Mr. Fool's response, Derrick stood up and found monster leather, herbs and other materials.

Quickly setting up a ceremony, he directly picked up the hurricane ax and cut a gash on his arm.

Silent used his own blood as ink to draw a mysterious symbol corresponding to the Fool on the pitted monster leather.

After arranging the ceremony, he simply treated the wound on his hand.

Looking at the flickering candlelight in front of him, Derrick closed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and began to recite Mr. Fool's honorable name in giant language:

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

As his spirituality slowly flowed, Derrick, who had entered a meditative state, felt that his spirit was floating to infinite heights, making contact with the gray mist and the hidden great existence.

Above the gray mist, Klein sat quietly on the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, waiting for the little sun to perform the secret contract ceremony.

Suddenly, he felt the entire space vibrate slightly, and the still gray-white mist began to flow obviously!

The crimson star corresponding to the sun shone brightly in an instant, spreading out an illusory light like a tide.

These rays of light condensed to form a figure that was so blurry that Derrick was in a praying posture, with his eyes closed and his head lowered, waiting for a little connection with the great being.

On Little Sun's body, the transparent figure that was tightly wound like a python was already looking up at the infinite heights.

The crystal monocle on His face was flashing a glimmer of light, seeming to be looking for a subtle, secret connection!

  (End of this chapter)