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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 happened forty-two years ago?"

  At that time, his parents were not yet born.

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

  "I used to be 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. There are obvious signs that it was ruled by giants, and they believe in the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God."

  "Unfortunately, they were destroyed, and they were destroyed many years ago."

  Derrick was not unfamiliar with this kind of thing. Over such a long period of time, many destroyed cities were discovered in the exploration of Silver City.

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

  The old voice chuckled and said,

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

  "However, it 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. Silver City has discovered many such city ruins in previous explorations."

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

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

  Derrick focused his attention on the person they met, and subconsciously asked,

  "Did you bring him back to Silver City?"

  There was silence on the other side of the metal wall for a long time, and then the old voice continued to come:

  "Don't you feel shocked and surprised?"

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

  Derrick was stunned. He often gathered in that place above the gray fog, and he also learned some information from Miss Justice and others.

  Derrick subconsciously scratched his head, and pretended to be shocked and said with 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: "Has the education in Silver City become so bad now?"

  The old voice sighed, and without waiting for Derrick to speak, he said to himself:

  "We cautiously invited that man to visit Silver City, and he agreed after considering it."

  "We monitored and escorted him along the way back, until he suddenly disappeared when he was about to arrive in Silver City"

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

  The six-member council suspected that we were all contaminated by something, and suspected that the man was not a human being at all, but an evil spirit or a monster"

  Derrick exhaled heavily and said:

  "So you are locked up here, and they won't let you out until they find a real problem?"

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

  After a long silence, Derrick adjusted 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 little pain:

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

  On Sunday morning, a gray pigeon with flapping wings landed on the window of the study.

  Under Renekton's gaze, the gray pigeon twitched and fell on the windowsill, its eyes rolled up until only the whites were left, and blood and foam were coughed out from the corners of its mouth.

  In its beak, flesh and blood continued to twist, and a mouth full of teeth grew out.

  "Hey! Good morning, Your Excellency the Messenger of God~"

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

  Renekton said in a flat voice without any emotion:

  "What do you want to see me about?"     "Ahem~ Your Excellency, I have received the oracle of the Lord. We will spread the faith again in the East District of Backlund, the Dock District and other places in a brand new way and image. This matter will be your responsibility, ahem!"

  "The Lord's oracle gives a revelation. When the new faith spreads, He will return with a brand new attitude!"

  "Ahem! This is related to the new doctrine of the Aurora Society and the coming of my Lord later!"

  Mr. A said while coughing.

  Renekton frowned slightly, not caring whether Mr. A could see him through this carrier pigeon. After thinking for a moment, he nodded slightly and said:

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

  After getting Renekton's reply, the gray carrier pigeon that fell on the windowsill twitched like a zombie, climbed up stiffly, and then flapped its wings and flew away.

  Glancing at the direction where the carrier pigeon left, Renekton pondered in his heart for a while.

  Take me as the master? . However, this oracle came from the crazy real creator? Or is it Sasriel who remains rational?

  Renekton took down his coat hanging on the coat rack, put it on, and then put the bone staff on his waist, disguising the bone staff as a small cane through illusion.

  Turning around and stepping into the spirit world, after wandering in the spirit world for a while, 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 and spirit wrapped around him to build a wonderful field around him, suppressing his own presence very low.

  Unless someone with higher inspiration or Renekton took the initiative to come forward and talk, people around him would not notice Renekton passing by them.

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

  Even in the cheap East District, they did not have their own houses. It was normal for five or six people to squeeze into one room.

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

  Dirty, crowded, and smelly are the most intuitive impressions. People here are so busy that they are extremely tired every day, and they can only get food to 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.

  Rekton has walked through many places in the East District and has also been to the dock area where workers gather.

  Everything he saw is just a small microcosm of this era.

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

  Rekton gently placed his right hand on the position of his left forearm and whispered to himself:

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

  "What are you going to do? The lower-class people 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'!"

  Sasriel, who was living on him, did not give any response. Rekton smiled indifferently, shrugged, and turned to walk into the Workers' Association behind him.

  As Renekton arrived, a middle-aged man dressed as a worker who had been waiting here for a long time came over immediately, saluted slightly in a not very conspicuous manner, and then said in a low voice:

  "Your Excellency, 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, and signaled him with his eyes to lead the way. He

  staggered half a body length away from the other party and followed behind him into the workers' association. From time to time, some people who looked like simple dock porters or textile workers passed by.

  Renekton looked around at the workers around him, observing their facial expressions and physical conditions, and casually asked:

  "You are also a worker? How many believers are there here?"

  The middle-aged man leading the way raised his hand to press down the canvas hat on his head, and his eyes swept around. Seeing that no one noticed this side, he deliberately lowered his voice and said:

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

  "It was not until I listened to the Lord's Church that I finally got relief."

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

  "But most of them can only be regarded as shallow believers. These people immersed in numb lives can hardly squeeze out time to listen to doctrines and pray for their faith."

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

  Perhaps because of the Sasriel in his body, Renekton could clearly see the mark of the real creator on him.

  In a sense, he can be regarded as a true God-favored one..  Chapter 187 What We Saw at the Banquet

  Renekton followed the other party and went upstairs to the Workers' Association. There were no more people passing by in the stairwell, so Renekton spoke to the other party again:

  "What's your name? You seem to be well educated, which is different from most workers."

  "Julian King, I used to have a pretty good family, until the family business suffered changes. My father and mother couldn't accept the huge gap, and they were depressed all day long and eventually died."

  "And I, because I didn't dare to face death, had to come to Backlund to fight for my life. I had already abandoned my studies, and in the end I could only be a hard-working porter at the dock."

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

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

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

  Yulian was obviously moved by these words, and his eyes revealed a bright light that did not belong to the lower class. The corners of his mouth raised a not-so-obvious arc, and his voice unconsciously rose a few points:

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

  "The great, supreme Lord will give us guidance and lead us to a harmonious society where everyone is equal, without oppression and suffering!"

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

  The speech of this fanatic made Renekton's mouth twitch slightly, and a barely perceptible purple light flashed in his eyes.

  Renekton carefully looked at the Aurora member who called himself Yulian King. He did not have the madness of most Aurora members, and Renekton did not even see the slightest trace of pollution on him.

  Obviously, what he said just now was his inner thoughts, which were the ideas that the Aurora Society had instilled in him during this period of time.

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

  Renekton sighed slightly in his heart, and then continued the other party's words:

  "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 didn't say anything else. Although Yulian's performance was a bit fanatical, compared with those crazy people in the Aurora Society before, this was already a clear improvement.

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

  Yulian stepped aside to make way, and said with one hand,

  "Your Excellency, 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 robe, his face was a bit sickly pale, and with his delicate face, he looked like a sickly beauty.

  "Your Excellency, have you learned about the situation of the lower-class people in Backlund?"

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

  Renekton nodded slightly, and found a seat near the French window to sit down. He looked at the East District environment outside the translucent glass and said,

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

  Mr. A walked to the side, also looking at the scenery outside the French window and said,

  "At present, our approach is to let the believers who already believe in our Lord form small groups, expand outward in the form of workers' mutual aid teams, and develop the newcomers in the small teams into new believers of our Lord."

  "The grassroots people need a practical goal, a lofty ideal, and some tangible benefits."

  "The Aurora Society can control some gangs, some docks, and even some factories to provide workers with stable employment channels, and also provide financial support for the spread of faith."

  Renekton looked into the distance and made his suggestion.

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

  "This is Backlund. The Aurora Society cannot make too much of a move here, which will cause us to be suppressed from all sides."

  "Have you contacted some wealthy people in Backlund?"

  Renekton turned his head and looked at Mr. A and asked.

  Mr. A nodded slightly and said,

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

  Renekton sighed in his heart. It seemed a bit outrageous to lead a group of cultists to spread their beliefs.

  He pondered for a while and soon came up with a solution:

  "I will provide you with some information about the nobles and rich people in Backlund. You can select them and choose the right people to develop into believers."

  "In addition to developing believers, you can create the identities of one or two rich people by yourself, which will make many actions much more convenient, such as opening and acquiring factories."

  Then he gave a somewhat worried reminder:

  "For the newly developed believers, don't let them pray too frequently for the time being, and try to avoid secret prayers when taking potions."     Renekton was a little worried. Before Sasriel recovered his angelic status, if these believers prayed to the real creator frequently, they might be affected by the madness of the real creator.

  "I understand!"

  Mr. A did not ask the reason for doing so, but just nodded in response.

  On Monday noon, a banquet was being held at the home of Earl Hall in Queens.

  Renekton got an invitation letter through the Aurora Society to accompany a member of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee.

  This member of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee is also one of the goals that the Aurora Society wants to develop faith. After preliminary probing, the other party has a strong sense of identity with the new doctrine of the Aurora Society.

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

  Slowly tasting a sip of mist champagne, Renekton's eyes swept over everyone at the banquet, and then his attention was attracted by Audrey, who was wearing a beige court dress and slowly walked towards him.

  Not surprisingly, Audrey stopped in front of Renekton, with a look of surprise and joy on her face, and 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 has not yet officially come of age to drink!"

  Audrey said in a playful tone.

  "Sorry, it's my fault." Renekton chuckled and said, "This glass of wine is my apology, and thank you for the custom-made small clothes. My rabbit likes them very much."

  As he spoke, Renekton slightly raised his head and poured half a cup of mist champagne in the glass into his stomach.

  Audrey's face was smiling, and she looked around inconspicuously. After confirming that no one noticed her, she said in a friendly tone:

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

  "Haha, you are indeed a spectator, so sensitive." Renekton raised his thumb slightly with his right hand holding the wine glass.

  As they spoke, the two had walked to the balcony, away from the bustling crowd in the banquet center.

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

  The golden retriever approached Audrey very kindly and stretched its head to rub Audrey's skirt.

  Renekton's eyes swept over the golden retriever Susie, and said in a very natural tone:

  "It is also a spectator, and it seems to be a very talented spectator."

  The golden retriever showed a humanized expression of surprise on its face, and stared at Renekton with wide eyes.

  "Hmm?" Audrey let out a light exclamation, quickly suppressed her emotions and said:

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

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

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

  "I want to obtain the information of 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 after struggling in her heart for a while, she asked: "Mr. Tynes, what do you need the information of the nobles and wealthy people for?"

  "You don't need to tell me everything. 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 identities that can be active in the open, preferably nobles or wealthy people."

  "This is in preparation for the spread of faith in the future."

  Renekton deliberately did not say what faith to spread or whose faith, allowing 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 fog lingered in Audrey's mind.

  A flash of excitement flashed in Audrey's eyes. She calmed down a bit, but her tone was still full of excitement as she said,

  "Is this a secret spread of faith?"

  When she said this, Audrey's eyes also glanced up, as if she wanted to see the place where Mr. Fool convened the Tarot Club by looking up.  Chapter 188 Little Sun's Worry

  After discussing with Audrey, the final deal was that the other party would provide information other than the great nobles and the rich, and in return, Renekton needed 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 bottom of the round tower.

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

  The candle on the tray on one side had burned out, and he could only be in real darkness until the next time the guard brought food.

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

  "Prepare for the party."

  Such a change was fleeting, and Derrick subconsciously focused his attention and began to count his heartbeats silently.

  But then he found that there was no need to do this at all. In this environment, he didn't need to worry about avoiding other people.

  But soon Derrick thought of a new problem:

  he was in the seal range of the magical item at the bottom of the round tower. Would Mr. Fool's subsequent action of pulling him into the gray fog be discovered?

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

  In his anxiety and uneasiness, Derrick's eyes were filled with endless crimson light, which rushed to drown him.

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

  This was the chat code agreed upon by Derrick and the other party.

  "Tap!"

  After a while, without Derrick's response, the other party knocked again.

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

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

  A crimson light suddenly surged in his vision, and in an instant, it completely engulfed Renekton's vision.

  When the vision was restored again, the surrounding scene was already a 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 the order of the Hanged Man, the Sun, the White Tower, the World, and the Magician.

  As a mind reader, Audrey was very keenly aware that Little Sun was not in a good 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.

  Little Sun Derrick did not hide anything. He was very nervous and told the whole story of his confession 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 item find out that I am attending the Tarot Club?"

  Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, had very complicated inner thoughts at this moment.

  How do I know? I don't even know what it is. However, for the time being, no powerful or strange forces have attempted to invade.

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

  "Normally, it can't find it."

  "But some magical items have strange effects."

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

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

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

  "Have you heard of Amon?"

  Amon? Klein hesitated for a moment, and then all the relevant memories came out. His eyes swept over Renekton who was sitting next to him without a trace. All the information about Amon was told to him by the other party.

  Thinking of Amon, Klein inevitably began to worry. Amon was destined to be his enemy. He was only a Sequence 7, while the other party was a Sequence 1 angel.

  Renekton frowned slightly. Derrick had obviously chosen a different approach from the original book, but in the end he still met Amon under the guidance of fate.

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

  "Did you encounter a man who called himself Amon while exploring the surrounding areas in Silver City?"

  "Or did you find similar records?"

  Little Sun Derrick nodded seriously,

  "Yes, forty-two years ago, an exploration team encountered a man who called himself Amon in the depths of darkness. After returning to Silver City, they went crazy and lost control one after another, leaving only one. He has been imprisoned at the bottom of the round tower, right next to me."     "Perhaps, he is also crazy, and all that is just his imagination."

  Magician Fors gave full play to the imagination of a novelist and made a guess.

  The Hanged Man Alger glanced at Mr. Fool at the top, and seeing that He did not give any hints, he boldly said:

  "Imagination is a possibility, but it is not impossible to come up with the name Amon without a reason."

  "In the Fourth Epoch, um, according to our time calculation, it should be 1,500 years ago, or even earlier. At that time, there was a family in the Tudor Dynasty that possessed strange power, and the surname was Amon!"

  "Even in that era when there were many high-sequence strongmen, the surname of this family was a taboo."

  "Why?"

  The more curious Miss Audrey of Justice asked the question on behalf of Little Sun.

  The Hanged Man Alger recollected for a moment, then spoke to himself:

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

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

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

  Little Sun Derrick was confused. Within the scope of his knowledge of mythology, there was no existence of the ancient sun god, and he didn't know what the Blasphemer Family was.

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

  "The Ancient Sun God is the one you believe in in Silver City. He is the creator of everything and the omniscient and omnipotent God."

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

  Renekton changed to a more serious posture, leaning forward, supporting his body with both hands on the long bronze table, and continued:

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

  "He is the Angel King of the Thief's Path, and he has gathered most of the extraordinary characteristics of this path, and can create countless clones."

  "He will not have any good feelings towards you just because you in Silver City believe in the Ancient Sun God. He is the God of Cunning and the God of Mischief."

  "The cellmate next 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 was silent for a while. Little Sun Derrick had a lot of questions to ask, but for a moment he didn't know where to start. He just felt that his head was in a mess.

  Klein felt his heart stop for a moment as he stared at the thick gray fog around him. He clearly remembered what Al had said before: this place belonged to Sefirah Castle, and Sefirah Castle corresponded to three paths: fortune teller, thief, and apprentice.

  Amon, are you coming for me? No, that's not right. Forty-two years ago was too long ago. It's impossible that Amon had predicted that I would pull Little Sun into the gray fog at that time!

  "Dong, dong, dong!"

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

  Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted by him, Klein leaned back slightly and said with a carefree attitude:

  "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 heart, looking at Mr. Fool who was sitting at the top with a puzzled look.

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

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

  The Hanged Man Alger looked at Mr. Fool at the top with a look of verification.

  Justice Audrey keenly noticed the Hanged Man Alger's action, and soon reacted, also looking at Mr. Fool at the top.

  Although Magician Fors did not think of this, seeing that everyone was looking at Mr. Fool, he also looked at Mr. Fool at the top, who was shrouded in gray fog.

  Don't all look at me! This is just some of my speculations and feelings!

  "Destiny Beacon!" Renekton had only this sentence in his mind.

  Then he looked at Little Sun Derrick with a complicated look, and did not tell him that when he finished this Tarot Club, he would welcome the cordial greetings of Amon who was imprisoned next door.

  In front of Amon, the more you know, the more you are exposed.

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

  Al's actions, the little sun's experience 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's Path and Sefirah Castle, so Amon is likely to have noticed my movements.

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

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

  "What do you think of Amon?" Chapter 189 Where did you go just now?

  Renekton wanted to say "I'll sit and watch", but considering Klein's current mood and the place, he suppressed the idea of ​​joking with the other party and chuckled, saying:

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

  "The former captain of the exploration team is just an incarnation of Amon. His strength will not be too strong. Even if he has the status of an angel, it will not be too difficult to clear."

  "At most, it will expose some information. Before he is fully confident, Amon will not easily take action."

  "I understand." Klein controlled the small Mr. World to respond, and then fell silent again.

  Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, silently pondered 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 said to him.

  Little Sun Derrick looked at the silent Mr. World, and then looked at Renekton who was no longer talking. He wanted to continue asking some questions about Amon, but he couldn't find what to ask for a while.

  Justice Audrey's curiosity had 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 bronze long table and smiled:

  "Mr. Fool, I apply for a private exchange."

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

  "Okay."

  Then Renekton felt that his senses of Miss Justice and Mr. Fool were blocked.

  "Tsk~ Pretty cautious." Renekton sighed in his heart.

  He could fully guess that Klein did this to prevent himself and others from communicating with each other outside like before, to avoid the possibility of exposing their identities in the fake world.

  He leaned on the high-backed chair and waited for a while until he heard two taps on the table, indicating that the private exchange requested by Miss Justice had ended.

  "You can trade on your own." Klein leaned back on the chair and said with a smile.

  Renekton maintained his previous posture without moving, and his eyes casually scanned 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 banquet at noon.

  The Hanged Man Alger looked at the magician Fors in front of him and said,

  "I 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."

  "Okay, no problem."

  Magician Fors replied immediately. She has been looking for the main material of the magic potion of the magic master. This is the first time she has received accurate information.

  I still have 430 pounds in savings, which can afford one material. The stomach of the soul eater can only be obtained after Mr. Sun is released from the bottom of the round tower. I hope Mr. Sun can be released soon. No, it's better to wait until later, otherwise my savings will not be enough.

  Fors felt a headache when she thought that her savings were not enough to buy two main materials for the magic potion. She

  touched her 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. The Silver City who didn't need money, the noble lady who had no shortage of money, and himself who could ask the church for reimbursement, the rest were people who were short of money.

  Thinking of this, Renekton's mouth unconsciously cracked into an arc. It turned out that poverty was contagious, and the source of infection was Mr. Fool at the top.

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

  "If you are strong enough, you can look through the kingdom's bounty order, or find a lucky gangster to collect protection money."

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

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

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

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

  "Please keep an eye out for the blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter and the hair of the Deep Sea Naga."

  After successfully being promoted to a magician, Klein began to prepare for the next sequence of Faceless Man. Fortunately, he only needed auxiliary materials. The corresponding extraordinary characteristics had been obtained by extracting the characteristics contained in the All-Black Eye step by step.

  "Okay." Little Sun Derrick answered first, but did not make a promise. He was still imprisoned at the bottom of the round tower and did not know when he would be released.

  "Thousand-Faced Hunter? I seem to have seen its fossils."

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

  Justice Audrey replied thoughtfully.

  Klein controlled Mr. World and nodded without comment. However, he did not have any expectations for the Thousand-Faced Hunter that had become a fossil.

  "I will keep an eye out for you."

  Renekton also responded in the same way, but he himself did not have the idea of ​​looking for these materials. Klein had just been promoted to a magician not long ago, and he could not become a Faceless Man with the materials.

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

  "Please keep an eye out for someone who is related to the disappearance of slaves in the colony that I mentioned earlier."     "He calls himself Barron. His skin is brown and red, and he has obvious features of a southern continental race. But someone has occasionally heard him speak with a Backlund accent. His third tooth on the left is missing, but it is likely that it has been filled."

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

  The commission for the Hanged Man was released, but no one took up 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 such a huge Backlund.

  The Fool Klein at the top looked around and said,

  "Let's communicate freely."

  After the Tarot meeting ended, Little Sun Derrick returned to the real world and was back in the dark room.

  He sat cautiously on the edge of the bed and did not notice any abnormal changes around him. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  Thinking of the information given by Mr. Baita at the Tarot meeting before, the person who had communicated with him before was no longer the former captain of the exploration team, but the clone of the person who called himself Amon, Derrick felt a chill.

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

  "Are you thinking about this scene?"

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

  As soon as this voice reached his ears, Derrick froze, his skin tensed, and his hair stood up.

  How did he get here? Where is the seal here? What about the effect of that magical item? What should I do?

  Derrick's forehead was constantly soaked with cold sweat, and he subconsciously turned his head to look over, but his body's instinct prevented him from doing so.

  This was from the teaching of the "Monster Common Sense" course in Silver City:

  When someone talks behind you, don't rush to turn back.

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

  The summoned holy light illuminated the dark and narrow room.

  With the help of this light, Derrick also saw the appearance of the person who had been communicating with him.

  It was a complete monster. Its head was split open vertically, revealing a grayish-white brain in the middle that seemed to be alive and squirming.

  On the cut surface of the brain, sticky liquid dripped into thin threads, and maggots were squirming on it.

  The eyes on each side were far apart, and the bridge of the nose was split in the middle. The left half of the mouth was open, while the right half was tightly closed.

  The monster was naked, and there were dark red wounds on its body. These wounds were all split open hideously, revealing rows of scarlet teeth inside. They said the same sentence in no particular order:

  "Where did you go just now?"

  Derrick's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to summon another holy light.

  Before Derrick finished the action of summoning the holy light, he was shocked to find that the holy light he had prayed for before suddenly became thicker and brighter, making him want to close his eyes.

  Resisting the pain and tears in his eyes, Derrick tried hard to see what was happening.

  However, he could only vaguely see that in the magnificent light column, something purer and richer separated, like a light man without facial features and clothes.

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

  All the mouths on the monster opened at the same time, as if making a shrill scream, but strangely no sound came out.

  The monster trembled violently, and quickly fell apart in the burning and shining of the "light man", melting and disappearing.

  When the monster was almost transparent, a phantom strangely appeared in the place where the monster was originally located. The phantom was wearing a classical robe and a pointed soft hat!

  The moment this figure appeared, Little Sun thought of Amon mentioned by Mr. Baita at the Tarot Club. This was the appearance of Amon's body!

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

  When he regained his sight, he found that he was outside the room without knowing when, in a corridor inlaid with metal lamps, illuminated by a dim light.

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

  In front of this figure, on Derrick's original bed, a little 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 was a thumb-long translucent strange insect with a ring of completely transparent links on its body.

  The tall figure with his back to Derrick bent down to pick up the strange translucent insect, turned around, and looked at Derrick who was watching him.

  He sighed: "Almost." Chapter 190 Secret Covenant Ceremony

  After Derrick saw the face of the tall figure in front of him, he was stunned at first, and then he said with surprise as if he had been saved from a desperate situation:

  "Chief!"

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

  Colin glanced at Derrick and nodded slightly, saying,

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

  "We often let some extraordinary people who have signs of losing control live next door to him, and talk to him to see if we can induce him to undergo some abnormal changes, so as to get what we want to know."

  "Unfortunately, he has always behaved very normally 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 after a slight hesitation, he said,

  "Perhaps I was pulled into that party again today, and Amon noticed the changes in me, so I suddenly changed."

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

  "Tell me what you know."

  Derrick nodded slightly and told me all the information he got at the Tarot Club:

  "One of the members who attended the party told me that the former captain of the exploration team, his body, memory and even fate had been stolen by Amon, and he had become one of Amon's many clones."

  "He also said that Amon was the Angel King of the Thief's Path, who had gathered most of the extraordinary characteristics of this path and had countless clones."

  Derrick paused here and asked hesitantly:

  "Sir, do you know what the Angel King is?"

  Colin was silent for two seconds. When Derrick thought he would not answer this question, he spoke again:

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

  Derrick was stunned. He did not expect that the Angel King meant this. Then he thought of what Mr. Baita said at the Tarot Club, that Amon was the descendant of the ancient sun god, and he felt that this was very reasonable.

  "What are you thinking about?" Colin saw that Derrick was distracted just now and asked aloud.

  Derrick said it directly without hiding anything:

  "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 would not be fond of us just because Silver City believes in the ancient sun god."

  Colin's voice revealed some emotion and he said:

  "I know, I have reached a consensus with several elders on your situation."

  "You can go back, and your life will return to normal from now on. Of course, necessary monitoring is indispensable."

  Derrick was stunned and said: "Okay."

  He even thought that he would be imprisoned at the bottom of this 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 straight sword, and picked it up over and over again.

  Derrick took a deep breath and walked along the corridor towards the exit.

  After walking back home and closing the door, he carefully observed the surroundings for a while, but did not find the so-called monitor.

  Maybe he hasn't come yet, or maybe he's hiding well...

  Derrick pondered for a while, then sat on the edge of the bed and recited the honorific name of Mr. Fool in a low voice:

  "The Fool who doesn't belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray fog, you are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

  "I just encountered a terrible thing and was imprisoned next to me."

  Derrick told Mr. Fool everything that happened before, and his tense nerves were relieved.

  Then came a burst of fatigue, so he simply lay down and soon fell asleep.

  In the quiet and dim room, flashes of lightning sometimes illuminated everything, and sometimes disappeared in the darkness.

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

  Backlund, the house at No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein was thinking about the rules of acting as a magician and how he would digest the potion later, when he suddenly heard a layered prayer in his ears.

  Klein stood up, locked the door, and walked four steps backwards to the top of the gray fog.

  In the towering ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein sat on the high-backed chair that belonged to the Fool. He stretched out his right hand, spread his spirituality, and touched the crimson star that represented the Little Sun.

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

  He did not think that Amon would be eliminated so easily.

  As his thoughts raced, Klein looked at the picture of Little Sun praying, and his gaze suddenly froze in mid-air.

  A transparent and illusory figure was wrapped around the Little Sun, who was so blurry that it was difficult to see clearly!

  He had hands and feet, but like a python, he twisted around Little Sun, and

  his head was propped up behind Little Sun's head! In the hazy picture, Klein could vaguely see that this figure was wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat, and a crystal monocle on his face.

  Little Sun was unaware of all this.

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

  to live in Little Sun's spirit body and wait for the next call of the Tarot Club, so that He could sneak into the gray fog without anyone noticing.

  He was indeed heading for the space above the gray fog. Wasn't this what Al meant by "He would not act easily without full confidence?" He had just finished a Tarot meeting, and he had already taken action.

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

  At this moment, the final thing was to find a way to deal with it. He must get rid of Amon, who was parasitic in the body of the little sun, before the next Tarot meeting.

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

  Al said that each of Amon's clones had the status of an angel. If you want to get rid of the clone that was parasitic on the little sun, you must have something or aura of the same high status.

  The first person Klein thought of was Renekton. He knew that the other party had a sage's characteristic, which was an angel-level characteristic.

  No, no, Al was not in a good state, and he couldn't let him use the sage's characteristic casually. Besides, I didn't have a suitable reason.

  Klein shook his head slightly and took Renekton as an alternative plan.

  Looking around and pondering for a moment, Klein set his sights on the space source castle above the gray fog. It must have something of the same high status. If he could pry open the power of the source castle

  , Klein thought of the previous sacrifice and bestowal ceremony. According to this idea, Klein set his sights on the secret book.

  Klein vaguely remembered that there were many mysterious rituals that prayed for help from the original moon in the content he had read.

  Changing the direction of the ritual to the Fool might solve the current problem.

  Klein took the secret book out of the pile of debris and flipped through it quickly. Soon he stopped at a secret ceremony called "Blood Moon Ceremony".

  Klein silently read the entire ritual process of the "Blood Moon Ceremony", then materialized a pen and paper and began to make changes. He wanted to transform the "Blood Moon Ceremony" into a secret ceremony belonging to the "Fool". After

  a long time of busy work, Klein finally transformed a secret ceremony directed at the Fool, although he didn't know whether this secret ceremony would have an effect.

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

  "I know."

  "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. Endless gray fog surged in front of him, and Mr. Fool's illusory and lofty voice echoed in his ears.

  After listening to Mr. Fool's response, Derrick turned over and sat up very actively, and found monster leather, herbs and other materials. He

  quickly arranged a ritual. He directly picked up the Hurricane Axe and cut a cut on his arm.

  Silently, he used his own blood as ink to draw a mysterious symbol corresponding to the Fool on the bumpy monster leather.

  After arranging the ritual, 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 the honorific name of Mr. Fool in Giant language:

  "The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

  As the spirituality slowly flowed, Derrick, who had entered a meditative state, felt his spirit floating to an infinite height, in contact with the gray fog and the hidden great existence.

  Above the gray fog, Klein sat quietly on the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, waiting for the Little Sun to perform the secret ceremony.

  Suddenly, he felt the entire space vibrate slightly, and the static gray fog began to flow obviously!

  The crimson star corresponding to the sun suddenly shone brightly, emitting illusory light like a tide.

  These lights condensed and formed a blurry figure of Derrick. He was posing in a praying posture, closing his eyes and lowering his head, waiting for a little bit of fit with the great existence.

  On the body of the Little Sun, the transparent figure tightly wrapped like a python had already raised its head and looked at the infinite height.

  The crystal monocle on his face was flashing a faint light, as if he was looking for a subtle, hidden connection!