The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 137's

Silver City, Morgue.

Derrick stood in front of the stairs as he looked straight ahead with flushed eyes. In front of him were two coffins containing his parents.

Embedded on the stone plate in front of him was a simple silver sword. The often thunderous sound caused the house to shake and the sword to sway.

The Berg couple inside the coffin had not completely died. They struggled to keep their eyes open while making feeble attempts to seek air, but in the eyes of some, the sparkle of their lives could no longer suppress the irreversible darkness.

"Derrick, go!" An elder wearing a long black robe looked at the young man and said in a deep voice with a staff in his hand. The young man's expression looked wrinkled.

"No no No!" Derrick, who had brownish-yellow hair, shook his head repeatedly. He took a step back with each word, and finally let out a deafening shout.

Thumping!

the elder smacked his staff and said, "Do you want the entire city buried with your parents?"

"You should know that we are the Dark Ones who have been abandoned by the Gods. We, we can only live in a cursed place like this and all the dead will become terrible evil spirits. There is no way to reverse it regardless of what happens.we do, other than—besides ending their lives with the hands of a family member!"

"Why why?" Derrick asked desperately, shaking his head. "Why are the citizens of Silver City destined to kill their parents the moment they are born …"

the elder closed his eyes, as if recalling what he had experienced in the past. "It's our destiny, it's a curse we have to endure, it's the will of God…"

"Take your sword, Derrick. It shows respect for your parents.

"After this, when you have calmed down, you can try to become a Divine Blood Warrior."

In the coffin, Berg tried to speak, but he could only groan after his chest rose several times.

Derrick took a few hard steps forward, returning to the side of the silver sword. He stretched out his trembling right hand.

His brain recorded the cold touch of metal, causing him to recall the Blood Ice that his father had brought when he went hunting. A palm-sized Blood Ice alone was enough to keep his house cool for a few days.

Shadows flashed in his eyes his firm father taught the sword technique, his friendly father patting his back from the dust, his gentle mother fixing his clothes, and his, his brave mother stepped in front of him when they met a mutated monster, and finally, the family swarmed in front of the twinkling candles and shared food…

A faint voice rang out from his throat even though he was suppressed completely. With a low grunt, he exerted strength with his right hand and unsheathed the sword.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

He lowered his head and charged forward, raising the sword and swinging it forcefully.

Uh! Blood splattered following screams of pain. Blood splashed onto Derrick's face and into his eyes.

His eyes became red. He took out a sword and thrust it into the coffin beside him.

After the sharp metal pierced through the flesh, Derrick released his grip and wavered as he stood up.

He did not see the condition of the people inside the coffin. Derrick stumbles as he runs out of the morgue, as if he is being chased by evil spirits. His fists and teeth were tightly clenched. The blood on his face left a scratch on his face.

the elder who had taken everything from the side sighed.

There were stone pillars lined the main streets of Silver City. On top of the stone pillar was a lantern, and inside the lantern was a candle that did not light.

There was no sun in the sky here, no moon, no stars; only unchanging darkness and lightning threatened to destroy everything.

The citizens of Silver City walked along the dark path with lightning illumination. The few hours when the lightning goes out are considered by them to be a true night as mentioned in the legends. It was then that they had to use candles to light up the city, ward off the darkness, and make it as a warning to monsters.

Derrick walked along the road. He had no place he wanted to go, but as he walked, he realized that he had reached the door of his house.

He pulled out his key and unlocked the door. He saw a familiar scene, but he did not hear the worried voice of his mother or his father reprimanding him for running around. The house was empty and cold.

Derrick clenched his teeth again. He walked quickly to his room and looked for the crystal ball. His father had told him that this was a crystal ball used by the long-destroyed city to worship their god.

He knelt down and faced the crystal ball, praying without hope. He begged bitterly, "O Great God, please direct your gaze to this land you have left behind.

"O Great God, allow us, the Dark Ones, to be freed from the curse of our destiny.

"I'm willing to dedicate my life to you, using my blood to please you."

…

Time and again, just as he was completely desperate and was about to stand up, he saw a dark red glow coming out from the pure crystal ball.

When he regained his senses, he realized that he was standing in a magnificent palace supported by giant stone pillars. In front of him was a long ancient table, and on the other side of the table was a human figure covered in thick fog.

Besides, there was nothing around him. It was empty and smooth. Beneath it was boundless fog and specks of an intangible dark red light.

Derrick felt a flame of hope burning in his heart. He stared at the human figure at the very top, confused and confused.

"You, are you a God?"

After asking this, he suddenly recalled the statement he read from a book in Silver City and quickly lowered his head.

The statement was: "you may not look directly at the Gods!"

Klein leaned back as he crossed his arms. He took a relaxed posture and replied using a giant language, Jotun, "i am not a God, I am only a Fool who is interested in the long history of this world."

Klein had activated his Spirit Vision by clicking his left molar. He noticed that the young man in front of him had a different color that covered the surface of the Astral Projection and the depths of his Ether Body.

This means that he's not a Beyonder.

Derrick pondered the term and, after a long silence, said with difficulty, Derrick,

"i don't care if you're a God or a Fool, my prayers won't change.I hope the residents of Silver City will be freed from the curse of their fate. I hope that the sun and sky depicted in the books will appear in our sky. If possible—if possible, I wish my parents could be revived."

Hey, I'm not a well of hope.Klein put his hand down and laughed.

"Why should I help you?"

Derrick's frozen. He thought for a moment before saying,

"I will offer you my soul. I'll use my blood to please you."

"I'm not interested in human soul and blood." Klein smiled and shook his head. He saw the color of the young man's feelings turn into a color of despair bit by bit.

Without waiting for the young man to speak, Klein nonchalantly said, "But I can give you a chance."

"i'm a Fool who likes fair and equal exchanges.You can use what you can achieve to exchange for me, or people like you, you can use, in exchange for the things you want. But remember, the value should be the same…"

"It can make you strong. Perhaps one day, you can rely on your own strength to free the Silver City from its curse and make the sun appear in your sky once again."

Based on the young man's description, Klein was convinced that the Silver City was the so-called Land of Abandoned Gods.

Of course, he could not confirm this for now. However, religious literature claims that the world existed in a state of "sunless" during the First Age, the Age of Chaos. No one knew if there was another strange land unknown to the countries in the Northern Continent, other than the Land of Abandoned Gods.

Derrick listened quietly. He lowered his head in silence and replied after a while, "i want to become the Sun. I want to get the corresponding initial Sequence potion formula from you."

Order, potion, Sun.The Path of Order possessed by the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun. From the looks of it, we are in the same world…

The term "Recruit" was born out of the first Blasphemy Slate disclosure, which occurred at the end of the Second Age, the Dark Age. In other words, if the Silver City was really the Land the Gods Abandoned, this meant that it split from the Southern and Northern Continents at the end of the Second Age.

Could this be related to the Third Age calamity? According to legend, the Overnight Goddess, Mother Earth, and the God of Battle descended into this world and protected humans from natural disasters along with the Storm Sovereign, the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom… Klein obtained a fair reward.A little information from the youngster.

But he had trouble interpreting what the young man said, and even more trouble organizing his words, as he was not fluent in Jotun.

Fortunately, the ancient Feysac originated directly from Jotun. Klein could be described as an expert in that field, and as such, he was able to take control of Jotun relatively quickly, preventing him from embarrassing himself.

Klein maintained his posture. He replied in a calm tone, "We can talk about this transaction in the future. Don't go out for the next two days. Try your best not to be in the same room as everyone else."

He did not know the unit of time used in the Silver City, let alone the time difference with the Loen Kingdom. All he could do was generalize it as tomorrow and wait until the Tarot Gathering was completed before he told him that it was time for a meeting in the future …

Klein knew that there was a term for "day" in Jotun, and thus concluded that the young man would understand even if the Silver City did not use it as a measure of time.

"Alright, I will follow your instructions," Derrick replied with his head lowered. He has no objections.

Klein sighed in relief. He tapped his finger on the side of the table and said, "Before I send you back, let me finish our equivalent exchange first. I gave you a chance to be strong, and you have to give me something equal in return."

"i have said that I am a Fool who is interested in the long history of this world. All I ask in return is the history of the Silver City, everything you know."

Derrick thought for a moment before softly replying, "I'll explain it faithfully."

"The Silver City has existed since the almighty and omniscient God, the God who created everything left this land. No, it existed before that, but it was called the Silver Kingdom."