Silver Knight

Before sending Derrick Collin ask him honorific name of fool.

Derrick succinctly described the beginning of the ritual and paused. "I think I muttered an honorific name back then: The Fool that doesn't belong to this era."

Colin narrowed his eyes and immediately cut him off.

"The corresponding symbols are the ones left on the candle?"

"Yes," Derrick frankly replied. "The second line is: The mysterious ruler above the gray fog."

At this moment, Colin cut him off once again.

"Is there no need for other ritual materials?"

"No," Derrick nodded, feeling slightly puzzled.

Only then did he realize that the Chief was apparently deliberately stopping him from reciting Mr. Fool's honorific name.

Yes, our common language is Jotun. It's a language that can stir the powers of nature. If I were to directly say out the honorific name, it would result in all kinds of unknown effects. I know that Mr. Fool is a true deity and trustworthy, so I was reciting it all out habitually. However, the Chief doesn't know that… Derrick continued, feeling somewhat enlightened.

"Third line: The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."

Colin silently listened in silence before nodding.

"Very good.

"Although I cannot be sure that the content you recall is of any use, it's still a sizable contribution. I'll get someone to add to your contribution.

"Return, or go to the library to read some books for a while."

"Thank you, your excellency" Derrick lowered his head and returned to library.

...

Backlund, Hillston Backlund . In a building with a horse stable and garden .

Qilangos, who had a unique wide chin and dark green eyes, looked at the unconscious man before him . He took off the man's clothes and wore them .

He then leisurely walked in front of the dressing mirror and saw the black glove on his left hand twitch . He saw many contorted lines appearing on its back .

A few seconds later, Qilangos saw a thin veil of light envelop his figure . His muscles, skin, and bones began undergoing a strange transformation .

Sometime later, he transformed into the unconscious man, completely identical in height, appearance, and demeanor!

Sharp nose, thin eyebrows, slightly droopy cheeks, faint blue eyes… Qilangos examined himself in the mirror . He was certain that he looked no different from the unconscious man .

After he rehearsed a few of the man's gestures, he bent down to drag the man off the ground and shoved him into a wardrobe .

Then, he extended his right hand . With an audible snap, he broke the man's neck .

Qilangos took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands before closing the wardrobe door .

He slowly walked back to the mirror, wore a black double-breasted suit, tied a bowtie, and raised a bottle of amber-colored cologne . He dripped a few drops on his wrist, then dabbed them over himself .

Qilangos tidied his hair in front of the mirror, then walked out of the room . He clasped his hands and told his butler who was waiting outside, "Don't let anyone enter my room; I'm keeping something very important in there . "

"Yes, Baron!" The balding butler pressed his hand against his chest and bowed . "Your carriage and personal servant is waiting downstairs . Duke Negan's invitation card is there as well . "

Maintaining the baron's mannerisms, Qilangos nodded indiscernibly . He walked towards the stairs in an arrogant manner under the company of his butler .

Heh, a baron who is riddled in debt, to the point of not wanting to hire a normal security guard, has actually maintained his hiring of a butler, personal male servant, two attendants, two first-grade maidservants, four second-grade maidservants, two laundry female workers, one carriage driver, one stablemaster, one gardener, one chef, and one sous chef . To these foolish nobles, dignity really is everything… I even had to waste some of my time to learn the strange pronunciations and so-called "noble slang"… Qilangos thought to himself in disdain .

...

In city of Silver, Waite Chirmonte meet Collin on a highest building. They didn't speak but Collin give him to use a God's artifact. And Waite understood something and nodded to him.

In the City of Silver, Derrick Berg arrived at the top of the spire and met Chief Colin Iliad.

"Your Excellency, I've already received the promise of blessings," Derrick said frankly and directly.

With white hair and an old scar on his face, Colin Iliad was visibly relieved. He slowly nodded and said, "That's good. That's good."

He had repeated the sentence in a rare instance.

As an excellent Demon Hunter and the City of Silver's Chief, he had always been patient, never taking unnecessary risks.

For the City of Silver, which had been waiting in the Dark Ages for more than two thousand years, a month was something that could be accepted.

Without waiting for Derrick to reply, Demon Hunter Colin left the window and calmly said, "Head back first. I'm going to start preparing for the advancement ritual."

Derrick glanced at the Chief and said sincerely, "You'll definitely succeed!"

He didn't stay any longer. He immediately left the spire and returned home.

After setting up the ritual and placing the six powerful corpses that he had hunted to the correct position, Colin Iliad began to concoct the potion.

After all of this was done, the City of Silver Chief closed his eyes and lowered his head, chanting in Jotun, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog; the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck…"

Above the gray fog, Klein saw ripples of light emanate as he heard a slightly illusory prayer.

He immediately summoned a paper figurine and accommodate every items and combined their power with the paper figurine. He threw it into the prayer circle and conveniently marked the City of Silver's Chief.

And Klein also give information about amon and their avatar so Chief can be cautious. "You can choose to form a honorific name for yourself."

At this moment, Colin Iliad saw the light.

In the holy light, a holy angel with twelve pairs of illusory wings suddenly descended. As clean, white feathers fluttered down, the Demon Hunter was embraced by these wings of light.

This was a blessing from Mr. Fool.

Iliad, and sometimes they would be extracted from him, helping him define himself. He maintained a certain level of clarity during the extreme pain and changes.

Only at this moment did Colin Iliad finally understand the essence of the ritual.

As a Sequence 4 Demon Hunter, the hunting of every powerful creature was a battle of intense mental catharsis. It left a deep impression in his life.

With these powerful mental imprints, he was able to locate himself after consuming the potion, and not be lost in pain and madness.

This made Colin Iliad recall a term recorded in some of the books in the City of Silver: "Anchor"!

At Sequence 3, he was considered a deity in a certain sense. He could respond to prayers within a certain range, so an anchor was required.

As this wasn't the level of an angel, an anchor didn't necessarily need to be a believer. It could be replaced by other things, such as the clear marks in one's life that had meaning in mysticism.

In the memories that had been awakened, Colin Iliad slowly regained his self-awareness. He felt his body again and grasped its changes.

Right on the heels of that, a layer of wings formed from illusory light extended out from behind him. They fused with the surrounding "paintings" as they constantly shrank inwards. The surface of Colin Iliad's body collapsed into a silver armor that was firm and beautiful, but it didn't possess any weight to it.

After the Demon Hunter advanced to a Silver Knight, due to the difference in the deity's blessing, there would be minute differences between Silver Knights. Previously, the leader of the King Court's Chasers, Light Culler Murskogan, had received blessings from the Giant King. Therefore, the various aspects of the Silver Knight domain were much stronger.

On the other hand, Colin Iliad could occasionally make his body condense a Silver Rapier that could teleport. While in combat, it would appear at random during an attack, with beneficial tendencies, bringing about unpredictable changes.

In addition, he could also obtain a certain uniqueness when using Mercury Liquefaction.

As the silver armor finally took form, Colin Iliad had completed his advancement. Apart from not having a single vertical eye on his head, he was equivalent to a Mythical Creature.

At this moment, he raised his right hand and waved it to the side.

At a small hill outside the City of Silver, a silver beam erupted out of thin air. It tore apart everything around it, splitting the small hill into two halves.

Demon Hunter Colin was taken aback as he retracted his gaze and bowed his head. With a deep voice, he said, "Thank you for your blessings;

"Praise you."

He didn't delay as he immediately ended the ritual and removed the seal.

"Choose to form a honorific name." Collin muttered.