Chapter 14: Silver

Adryan wasn't the least bit interested in making this a private exchange, so he didn't even bother to suggest it.

So, controlling his expression and racing heart, he began reading. A little nervousness crept up inside him, but he didn't let it show; being a Conspirator made it easy to hide.

[History of the City of Silver]

[Much history was lost in the cataclysm that plunged the world into darkness. So much history was lost that we do not know what it was like before. Tales of blue skies and sunshine have become nothing more than tales and legends]

[The following information is not only a compilation of documents, records and books that have been found through explorations and excursions outside the city walls, but also the history that has survived by word of mouth, passed down from generation to generation and documented accordingly]

[Since the Cataclysm 2582 years ago, the world was plunged into darkness. The City of Silver has received no answer from The Creator...]

The Hall of Giants fell into a peaceful silence, broken only by the sound of turning pages every few seconds. None of the members said anything, leaving the reader to finish his business while trying to catch a reaction from him.

Everything around the man seemed to cease to exist for him. The only things worth noticing were the yellowing pages in his hands, which were getting smaller and smaller, and the pile beside him where he placed the pages he had finished reading, which was getting bigger and bigger.

At no point did he stop reading; he removed the page he had finished and placed it next to the old ones, without stopping to read it, and repeated the process.

Klein's eyes narrowed inwardly under the curtain that shielded his face. 'His reading speed is quite fast. It only takes him 6 seconds to read a whole page before moving on to the next one, and he finishes it just as fast or even faster. It seems that Mr. Chariot loves to read.

'I can't help but think that he would love to use Qidiam to read web novels and wouldn't take his eyes off the book he was reading.'

Alger looked at the strangely silent Chariot, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. 'So far, he has shown no reaction or said anything. It is as if he already knows at least some of the history of the Silver City, but if so, why ask for information about it? For the Blessed of a God to give a Sequence 9 formula wouldn't be of any interest to him, but this Blessed is Mr Chariot!

'Someone who - as an experienced gambler and investor- is always looking to make as much profit as possible by giving as little as possible... Will he give a Sequence 9 formula in exchange for information that he probably already knows?'

It wouldn't make sense!

'Is there something he wants to complete or obtain? Perhaps to confirm something?'

'No reaction, and his body language has not changed for a while. Still calm and relaxed...' Biting the inside of her cheek, Audrey found herself confused.

Page by page, word by word, Scarlet eyes read and read, and the Conspirator's enhanced brain easily memorizes the information and compares it with what is already known through transmigration.

'So far, all the information has matched what I remembered from the original story, albeit with a little more detail and explanation. At least I now know that the city's current population is 63,600.'

The pile of pages was reduced to a few. If he hadn't had to control his expression, Adryan would have grunted a little.

He knew there had been changes in the past; all his experiences with the new Rose School and his time with them proved it. But he couldn't think of anything that could prove it so far.

'Even though I expected this, I can't help but feel a little disappointed... Perhaps my expectations were too high even when the staff was already in Hell, limboing with the devil...'

Sighing inwardly, Adryan pushed the penultimate page aside. His eyes focused on the last piece of information the little Sun had written, immediately noticing that it was the shortest.

'Let's see what he's got...' The sudden cold words on the paper wiped away any disappointment he felt.

'...Huh?'

His body cooled, and his eyesight sharpened, but he did not react in a cold sweat. He controlled his reaction and kept his exterior calm.

What the hell is this?!!

[Though much of our history has been lost before the cataclysm that plunged the world into storms and darkness, there is something that has survived these two millennia.

[And that is the reason for the city's name.]

[The Lord Who Created All Things named this city as a token of 'His' great love for 'His' most precious and most loved angel...]

[The Angel of Silver]

[The one who has been at The Creator's side ever since 'He' awakened and freed humanity from the bondage and oppression of the Ancient Gods and has accompanied 'Him' in the war against 'Them'. The Right Hand of the Lord and the Angel who interacted most with 'His' subjects, guiding us and telling us stories, many of which have survived today.]

[Unfortunately, many of these stories and teachings have been lost. Only small sayings and parables that are written in the Holy Bible have survived. But the fact that the City of Silver was named after 'Him' will never be erased.]

'Angel of Silver?!! That name was never mentioned in the original story!!!' His heart skipped a beat, and Adryan smiled broadly. White teeth showed.

This was what he had been looking for!

'According to the information the City of Silver has on this Angel of Silver, as little as it is, he has followed the Religious Fanatic since his awakening and in the war against the Old Gods; not only that, but he was his right-hand man and 'his most beloved angel.'

'This would mean that at least... This Angel of Silver was a King of Angels! I don't know if it's because he had two Sequence 1 characteristics, the Uniqueness, or maybe even both, but his minimum level is that... A new King of Angels... Holy shit.'

Inwardly, Adryan frowned. His mind was a bit confused; the last bit of information revealed left him with several doubts nagging at the back of his neck.

'Most Beloved Angel... That's a first. He wouldn't call any of his two kids loved, so why should this angel be any different? 

'Something about loyalty? No, it can't be. If it were, the three-flavour soup and the fanatic would also be 'loved'... hehe... Maybe it's the much-theorized 'mother' of those two monsters?'

'Of course, the writings said it was a 'He', so perhaps 'Father' would be more appropriate? After all, to someone like the Religious Fanatic of the time, creating a womb to give birth to would be nothing more than a yes or no question.'

'...he...'

'Pff! Ha! As if!' Laughing inwardly at his joke, Adryan pulled down the last page and placed it beside the rest.

His smile turned into a small, more serene one. Looking at Sun and sensing the expectant look he was giving him, Adryan let out a soft chuckle. "That was some pretty interesting stuff little Sun, enough for a little praise along with the formula."

Derrick's eyes immediately lit up as he watched excitedly as a yellowish sheet of paper and the strange pen formed in front of the man. After a few moments, Adryan finished writing, and the sheet reappeared before the Fool, who would verify the formula.

By divining the origin of the Blood Drop of the Eternal Blazing Sun, Klein had not only received information on how to create the Sun Flaring Charm along with high-level information, but he had also received several formulas of the Sun Path, including that of Sequence 9.

Therefore, this time, he wouldn't be lying when he said he would 'verify' it.

'This time, I can truly act as the organizer of this meeting!' Klein thought, feeling good about himself as he checked the formula.

'Hmm... The formula is already written in Jotum, and not only that but the ingredients are also adapted to the 'time' Mr. Sun lives in... It makes sense, with who is behind Mr. Chariot, it's no wonder he knows the language they speak and the ancient titles they use.' 

Nodding slightly, he lowered the formula. Without another word, the yellowed page disappeared from his hands and reappeared in front of Sun, who bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Mr. Fool." Thanking the kind deity first, Derrick, not forgetting his manners, turned to the formula giver and repeated the action. "And thank you too, Mr. Chariot!"

Adryan waved his hand dismissively, "No problem, Little Sun, it's just business."

Derrick nodded gravely and sat back down. The young giant finally looked down and clutched the piece in his hands.

**

Potion Formula Sequence 9: Bard

Main ingredients;

One crystal sunflower

-Or the tail feather of an adult Flint Bird

-Or a Firebird tail feather

A piece of Siren Rock

-Or one singing sunflower.

Additional ingredients;

A blade of midsummer grass.

5 drops of July vine juice.

One blade of Elf Dark Leaf.

***

His cheeks began to ache from the size of his smile.

'These ingredients are all easily obtainable. I'm sure I've seen the singing sunflower at the market before. The rest I can exchange for things I have at home!'

Derrick looked at the formula in his hands for a long moment, reading it repeatedly to ensure it stuck in his head. In full view of everyone present.

The young blonde looked at the other man in confusion for a moment before her mind clicked. Looking at the rest of the clubbers and noticing that they didn't look like they would say anything, Audrey decided to be the icebreaker.

"Excuse me, Mr Sun?" Audrey asked, catching the young man's attention as he looked at her in confusion.

Derrick snapped out of his concentration at the sudden voice and looked at her, "Yes Miss Justice?"

"You don't need to memorize the formula; if you need to remember it, just pray to Mr. Fool."

"Oh..." Looking around the room, somewhat embarrassed, Derrick took one last look at the formula before placing it on the table.

"I..."

"Fufu~"

Blushing a little more and sinking a little deeper into his chair at the familiar laughter, Sun looked down slightly.

'And I feel bad already, I feel like I kicked a puppy.' Groaning inwardly, Adryan decided to do his good deed for the day and save Little Sun from this.

But of course, he'd save him in his own way~

Turning to look at the Hanged Man, his cheek resting on the palm of his hand, Adryan simply smiled. "I have the formula for WindBlessed. Are you interested, Mr Hanged Man?"

"!" In disbelief, Alger looked at the man with alarm, his mouth hanging slightly open.

How could he have the formula?!!

The Church of the Lord of Storms no longer gave out the formula after Sequence 6, only the finished potion. The formula from Sequence 6 onward was heavily guarded, and the only thing Alger had any idea that had led to that sequence outside of the church was...

'Ah, of course.' Remembering something, Alger relaxed, but not before he felt a shiver creep up from the tips of his toes to the back of his neck, ruffling all his hair.

'This is the man that killed Qilangos.'

'No one saw how he killed him, but apparently he kept him alive long enough to get the formula from him...'

The still vivid and horrible expression of terror on the severed head of his 'old friend' was still etched in his mind.

After a few seconds of silence, Alger spoke, "What do you want in exchange for the formula, Mr Chariot?"

Smiling, Adryan closed one eye and replied. "Two thousand pounds or...

"An artifact capable of making one immune to the influence of the full moon."