The Lord Of The Mysteries

400 Chapter

In a dark and sturdy room, Derrick Berg, who was pretending to be unconscious, suddenly rolled to his feet.

His Storm Axe had been taken by someone and sent for inspection. Every pocket had also been emptied, leaving nothing behind.

Derrick took a breath and looked around steadily.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up with two sun-like rays, causing everything in the room to be reflected clearly in his eyes.

The furniture here only consists of a table and two chairs. In addition, there was also a stone floor with strange patterns on it.

A half-used candle is placed on the table. This was a standard matter for rooms in the Silver City because monsters could suddenly appear if the darkness lasted too long.

Without hesitation, Derrick sat down and grabbed the candle.

Then, he broke the candle and divided it into three parts—one was three-quarters the length of the original piece, and the other two were halved from the remaining quarter.

After Derrick's modification, the core of the three candlesticks completely opens.

Pa!

He rubbed his fingers together, creating a golden flame that lit three candles.

The two above represent Mr. Fool, and the others symbolize Derrick himself.

After finishing the preparation, Derrick did not continue burning the herbal powder according to the normal process. Instead, he poured down the essential oil and leaned back, gently chanting the honorific name of The Fool and quickly entered Cogitation.

He read it over and over, monotonously, as if he was hypnotizing himself.

With the help of Cogitation, Derrick enters a strange state where his mind is sound asleep and his spirituality spreads. He felt vacillated, but also seemed to maintain a strange clarity. His soul continued to spread upwards as he rose high.

It's an "artificial sleepwalk."

Derrick, with Mr.'s permission. Fool, can simplify some unnecessary steps.

…

Above the gray mist, within the towering ancient palace.

Klein, who was fiddling with the All-Black Eye, suddenly saw the deep red star that symbolized the Little Sun multiply with light, condensing into a human shadow, and the mysterious power of space was slightly stirred.

Upon seeing this, he could not help but feel a sense of relief. This meant that Little Sun had completed a relatively dangerous part of the operation, and he only needed to "gather" the situation.

Klein did not delay, and he immediately put down All-Black Eye and took the Dark Emperor card.

He instantly leveled up and authority, forcing the forces stirred in the gray fog to submit to him.

Then, he took out a paper statue, flicked his wrist, and threw it towards the dark red star corresponding to the Sun.

The paper sculpture and the flowing power intertwined and quickly developed into a giant angel with twelve pairs of pitch-black wings.

The angel pierced through the deep red light and overlapped with the illusory figure of the Little Sun.

It quietly burned, turning into ashes in less than a second.

At this point, Klein could no longer affect the situation of the Silver City. As for whether his "angel successor" could help Little Sun pass the investigation and the subsequent investigation, he did not have absolute confidence. He could only sigh in his heart.

With what needs to be done and with all the hard work done, all you can do is wait for the fate setting. Hope the results are good…

…

In a daze, Derrick saw an angel descend before him with an aura covering the sky, wrapping him with twelve pairs of black wings.

He suddenly came to a realization as three candles lit up quietly before his eyes.

After sincerely thanking Mr. Fool, Derrick completes the ritual and extinguishes the two candles that were part of the original quarter.

Then, he pulled it out and created a bright golden flame in his palm.

Drops, drops, drops. The two candles quickly melt, dripping the candle onto the rest of the candle or the area around it.

When the candle burned out, there was only one candle left on the table. It was shorter than before, but it was not very clear. It seemed like it had only burned for a short time.

After removing the remaining traces, Derrick extinguished the last yellow flaming candle.

He sat in silence, looking ahead. For a long time, he did nothing.

He was worried that the six-member council would not react quickly enough, allowing exploration team members to damage more residents of Silver City with "mushrooms" and "doom fruit."

He was afraid that the Chairman and the others would find additional clues elsewhere, thwarting all of his preparations.

He hated those “outs”, who lurked in the depths of darkness, constantly carrying a strong hatred, including Ammon and the Fallen Creator.

He felt guilty for avoiding the expedition without warning Darc and the others, causing them to turn into broken monsters.

He painstakingly put away his classmates who could be considered friends with his own hands.

Although Derrick does not see the end of Darc, he believes that a man who has turned into that state is no different from death.

Derrick did not know how long he waited while experiencing those mixed feelings. In the middle of the road, he even lit his candle.

Finally, he heard the sound of the seal being opened and the door being opened.

Turning her head to look, she saw, with the help of the dim yellow candlelight, a woman in a black skirt walked in. His hair was tied to a ponytail and hung on his vest.

"Ma'am Aiflor," Derrick subconsciously called out.

Aiflor is a beautiful woman, but she has wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. He smiled and nodded in response, then he walked in light footsteps and sat down opposite him.

Derrick instinctively raised his head and looked up, only to suddenly discover that the pupils of his eyes had somehow turned into golden vertical slits.

His mind swayed as he seemed to enter a sleepwalking state.

Aiflor set the candle flame, letting the dim yellow light shine on the child's face.

His pale golden pupils became increasingly indifferent, like an emotionless spectator.

Suddenly, ring after ring of dim light appeared on those pale gold vertical pupils. It seems to form a vortex and build a labyrinth.

In a stupor, Derrick felt himself drifting into endless darkness and countless bright colors.

At that moment, he suddenly became clear-minded. He felt as if something had cleverly caught him in that daydream state.

He saw the light of the yellow candle twinkling and Aiflor sitting opposite him with his pale gold vertical pupils.

In the shadow of the corner, a gray-headed, elder Colin Iliad, walked out.

After nodding to the Chairman, Aiflor asked Derrick, “What have you been doing all this time?”

Derrick remembers his training and maintains the same state of mind as before.

"i don't know.I was always in a daze as if I was in a dream. Only occasionally will I have clarity of mind.”.

At the same time as his answer, two complex dark green symbols appeared in the eyes of Demon Hunter Colin.

Aiflor continued, "Did you know that you had a conflict with Darc Regence?"

“I just remember that we were fighting.I felt like I had seen a man hanging upside down on a cross and a man with a pointy hat and a crystal monocele. Yes, I saw him back in the dungeon.He opened his mouth and spoke with a smile.” Derrick told me a long story.

Aiflor looked at the Chief and pressed down, "What did he say?"

“I do not remember. I can only remember one thing..He said with a smile, 'The Fallen Creator, the True Creator....'” Derrick almost failed to control his joy.

He had taken such a risk just to tell the Chief the name of the Fallen Creator and that a Shepherd was suspicious!

“Sang the Fallen Creator.. The True Creator.. Match the contents of the mural at the base of the temple.” Colin slightly nodded and whispered with a frown, "Shepherd …"

"Then?" Aiflor's voice remained very soft.

Derrick replied in a fainting state, “After that, they clashed, and there was a lot of light, a very bright light. Then, I woke up and kept coughing.”.

The dark green symbol in Colin's eyes had not faded all this time as he gestured for Evelyn to ask about the details.

Derrick replied selectively, and he had blamed Amon according to the script. He claims amnesia on anything that goes beyond that.

Finally, Aiflor asked, “Where did you get that axe? Where did you get the Sun Path herb formula? ”

“i bought an ax from the underground market. The man was masked, and I can only say that he was male. The formula of the Sun path potion was handed to me by my parents. They had found him during the expedition.” Derrick replied confidently.

This was an ever-present point of suspicion, so the Hanged Man assumed that they would definitely ask him when he was interrogated. Therefore, he had made Derrick repeatedly train his answers.

Although the underground market of Silver City was half-open, there were still people trying to hide their identities for various reasons. This gives the best explanation for Derrick.

After Aiflor finished listening to him seriously, he turned his head towards Demon Hunter Colin and said, “He didn't lie. There's no way he can lie. I used the power of the Glory Crown.

Colin nodded his head and said, "In these circumstances, he shows no trace of crime, slump, or corruption."

Discovering these traits was the special ability of the Demon Hunters.

As a High-Oriented occupation, Demon Hunters were the best at concealing their movements and intentions, making it impossible for them to be detected by a target that could foresee danger.

Therefore, every Demon Hunter was an enemy of the Devil.

After some thought, Colin got up and left the room. He said to the shadow in the outer corner, “I'll release Derrick later.

“However, secretly watch over him for a while. If Amon was able to produce two avatars, he might be able to make a third one.”

"Yes, Chief," the shadow replied respectfully.

After Derrick "wakes up", the interrogation room is empty, with only words telling him he is free to leave.

He quietly sighed in relief as he started walking out. While doing so, he thought of Mr. Hanged Man's advice: “You can't just relax and end up carelessly. Secret surveillance will definitely continue for some time; otherwise, your Chairman is lacking!"

Yes, I can no longer even mention the honorary name of Mr. Fool for now.

As he walked, he suddenly saw a familiar figure wearing a purple-striped black robe. It was the beautiful elder Shepherd Lovia.

His pale gray eyes swept over Derrick, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

…

Returning to her room, with an indifferent expression, Lovia walked to the table and opened a piece of parchment made of leather.

His left hand pinched the index finger of his right hand and flicked his fingertip. However, not a single drop of blood dripped. It was as if his blood had accumulated on the surface of his finger.

With this finger, he drew an intricate symbol on a piece of paper. It consisted of a Pupiless Eye that represented secrecy, and a Crimped Line that represented change.

After a careful examination, he wrapped the finger with this piece of paper, put it in his mouth, and bit it noisily before swallowing it all.

With only four fingers left, flesh and blood suddenly wriggled around the wound on his right palm. It quickly grew into a new index finger, which looked rather pale.

He lowered his head, looked at his palm, and whispered a sentence, "The Fool?"