knocked on the door and entered, and was surprised to see teacher Azik sitting in the instructor's seat.
"Good morning, Mr. Azik. Where is my mentor? We agreed in the letter to meet at ten o'clock. Klein asked doubtfully.
Azik, a good friend of Cohen Quentin and a teacher who often argued with him over academic issues, smiled and said, "Cohen had a last-minute meeting and went to Tingen University. He asked me to wait for you here."
He has bronze skin, a medium build, black hair, brown eyes, and soft features. There is always an indescribable sense of vicissitude in his eyes. There is a small mole hidden under his right ear that cannot be seen without careful observation.
After explaining the reason, Azik suddenly frowned and looked at Klein carefully.
Is there something wrong? Audrey looked at Azik curiously. She looked up and down for a long time, but couldn't find anything inappropriate about Klein on the screen.
It can be confirmed that my dream is related to the ancient ruins on the main peak of Honachis... That should be the Kingdom of the Evernight mentioned in the Antigonus family notes... Klein nodded imperceptibly and closed the book.
At this time, Azik sat across from him, touched the inconspicuous black mole under his right ear and said:
"How is it? Any results?
*There are quite a few. Look, I took many pages of notes. Klein pointed at the table and smiled.
"I don't understand why you are suddenly interested in this matter." Azik sighed casually and said:
"Klein, when I was a university student in Backlund, I came across some divination and did some research on it. Well, I noticed something inconsistent with your fate."
What? Divination? Talking to me about divination? As a fortune teller, Klein looked at Instructor Azik across from him with amusement and said, "What's so inconsistent?"
Azik thought for a moment and said:
"Have you encountered many coincidences in the past two months?"
"Coincidence?" Having received favors from Mr. Azik, Klein didn't resist the question and subconsciously began to recall.
Will sucked his fingers and spoke in a clear, boyish voice, "It's not divination at all, is it? You'll know the answer once you see it."
Please... Do you think everyone is a Mercury Snake... Klein quietly rolled his eyes, but he was still very curious about how Mr. Azik had seen it at the time.
"Could it be that a Sequence Two in the Death Path can see part of fate?" He touched his chin and glanced at Azik quietly.
Others are not as calm as him.
"You figured it out!?" Alger's pupils trembled, and he looked at Azik with a hint of fear. "After all, he's a "He'... If we go by the scriptures and what Gehrman said before, 'He's the Angel of Death... Death... What path is this?"
A photo of Azik appeared on the screen, with a line of words underneath: Azik Eggers, Sequence Two Death Archon.
Death Consul!
Anyone who knows the history of the Quaternary will never forget the Pale Disaster.
*The Death Consul of the Balam Empire..." Edwina murmured.
Azik just smiled gently. To him, this was not the identity he wanted.
[Klein seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed slightly.]
New content is displayed on the screen at the appropriate time.
After returning home, Klein walked four steps backward, muttered the Fool's honorable name, and arrived above the gray fog.
"Dear Mr. Fool, I would like to do a divination in your country." He knelt on one knee in front of the Fool.
The Fool nodded slightly, "Go."
Agreeing so easily? Isn't this too much of a spoiling? Audrey covered her mouth, barely able to contain her audience.
Leonard stared blankly at Klein's divination results and laughed bitterly.
The wandering magician quietly looked at himself, who had predicted something wrong. Suddenly, a feeling of powerlessness gripped his heart. He opened his mouth and sighed silently:
"This is... the beginning of tragedy..."
Thinking of this, Klein closed the borrowing record and handed it back to several librarians. He then took out the portrait and asked them if they had seen the target. Unfortunately, there were many borrowers coming here every day, and it was difficult for the librarians to remember someone without any obvious characteristics.
"Okay, thank you for your help." Klein put away his ID and badge.
"Officer, is there anything else?" an administrator asked earnestly, breathing a sigh of relief.
Klein nodded slightly and said:
"No, if there are new clues, I will come again."
He held the black cane inlaid with silver in his left hand and walked quickly towards the door.
Just then, he saw a man in a black double-breasted frock coat with his collar turned up come in with his head lowered.
The moment they brushed past each other, Klein caught a glimpse of the other person's thick, messy eyebrows and a pair of gray-blue eyes!
These are the parts that a high collar can't cover! Sirius? Sirius Arypis?
What a coincidence? Klein was stunned. He didn't expect to run into his target directly.
What kind of luck is this!
Isn't this too coincidental?
He measured himself, felt the soreness in his muscles, and then pretended nothing had happened and continued to walk towards the door.
Well, as a person, you must follow your heart's desire and be steady!]
this....
Klein thought back to his original self and what happened next, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.
What is this called? Where in life do we not meet each other?
Audrey covered her mouth and smiled, "I didn't expect Mr. World to be so interesting..."
Leonard obviously also remembered what happened at that time.
*Follow your heart? Isn't that just being a coward?" He rolled his eyes slightly and continued reading.
"Return it." He lowered his voice and said vaguely. The librarian took the journal casually, took a look at it, and was suddenly stunned.
He subconsciously looked up at the opposite side, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Is there a problem?" the man with his collar turned up asked in a deep voice.
His words were like a spark that ignited a powder keg, causing the administrator to lose control instantly. He ran to the side, shouting:
*police officer!"
"The criminal is here!"
At this moment, Klein, who hadn't had time to leave yet, only had the words "Fuck" echoing wildly in his mind.
"Hahaha..." Leonard couldn't help laughing, "What kind of luck is this!" Then he noticed Melissa and Benson looking at him dimly, and he immediately sat up straight.
Poet, if you don't need your Beyonder traits, donate them to those in need! Veins throbbed on Klein's forehead, but a smile remained on his face.
The screen changes
[...
In the afternoon, Viscount Greylint was in Backlund's luxurious villa.
Audrey, who was accompanied by a maid, followed etiquette, handed her hand to her master, and gave him a kiss.
"Your beauty graces my salon." Grelint complimented him normally, then lowered his voice and said, "The lady has arrived. She is both a Beyonder and a writer."
Audrey was startled, then recalled that it seemed to be the first time she met Fors.
"This..." Fors tapped her head. Xio looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"It seems like this is the time for me to find someone to rescue you..." Fors' s face looked a little awkward.
[ "Writer?" Audrey observed Grallant' s reaction and asked casually.
The next topic was normal, and she did not avoid talking about Anne, her personal maid who was following her.
Grelint straightened up and laughed:
"Yes, I think you should have seen her work, Stormy Heights, which has been widely praised in the past two months."
"I like this book, especially the calm Ms. Sissi." Audrey replied with a faint smile.
At the same time, she mentally rolled her eyes at her own hypocrisy.
This is because her recent hobby isn't novels at all; her reading progress on "Storm Heights" has been stuck at one-third for nearly a month.
Audrey didn't expect that this mental activity would be revealed, and she almost couldn't maintain the proper smile on her face.
Fors glanced at Audrey resentfully, because she suddenly remembered what she had been thinking at the time, the sense of superiority of the Beyonders.
"Audrey, this is Ms. Fors Wall, the author of Stormwind Heights."
Audrey looked up and saw that Ms. Fors was about 23 or 24 years old, about 1.65 meters tall. She was wearing a beige dress with a stand-up collar and ruffles. Her brown hair was slightly curled. Her light blue eyes turned to her because of Grelint's introduction, with a smile that seemed to be a bit playful.
After observing for no more than three seconds, Audrey noticed many small details:
"Ms. Forth's fingers had yellowing marks... She loved rolling cigarettes."
"The thick calluses where the pen is held are obvious, befitting the author..."
"The way she moves her arms suggests she has considerable strength, which isn't something you'd expect from a writer unless she's a big exerciser, or a natural, or has had another career..."
"Her work 'Storm Heights' displays a calm, rational and precise style, which may be related to her previous career."
"Her eyes and expression are very relaxed right now. It feels like she's looking down at me and Granlint. Is this the psychological advantage Beyonders have over ordinary people?"
"If her Beyonder identity was discovered by Grellant by chance, she would definitely feel a little awkward and uneasy. After all, it's impossible to predict his reaction and subsequent developments, and the unknown brings fear. This shows that she took the initiative to contact Grellant, and had learned about our hobbies beforehand, so she had a certain grasp of what was going to happen next..."
"Why would a Beyonder contact Greylint? Is he in need of financial support, or the extraordinary materials hidden in the treasure house? Or is he seeking help with something..."]
Fors was stunned. She had never expected that Audrey had already analyzed her so thoroughly after just one meeting!
The audience was terrifying. Fors hugged herself tightly and trembled.
The wandering magician also felt the same way.
"Ms. Fors, the abilities you've demonstrated should be very suitable for this kind of thing....
Fors shook his head and smiled:
"No, that's not the case. She can't get through where I can. I can only go in to see her and chat with her from time to time."
"And I don't think it's a good idea to risk a rescue. Life is short and there are so many things to do."
Audrey observed the other person's face and body, and asked carefully:
"I see. For what crime is your companion imprisoned?"
Fors's expression suddenly became a little awkward.
"My companion is actually very respectable, and people want to obey her from the bottom of their hearts. She has a noble and kind character. Well, uh, she just used a bit too extreme methods when trying to persuade a villain...*
How extreme does one have to be to be locked up?
Suddenly, Xio's petite body seemed to grow taller.
[Backlund, Queens.
Audrey Hall sat in a hanging chair in a shady corner, looking at the flowers blooming in the sun, thinking about Fors Wall's request for help.
Viscount Greylint had verified that there really was a girl named Hugh Dilcha being held in a temporary prison in the northern district of Backlund.
Her crime was that she had seriously injured a respectable gentleman over a property dispute, leaving him still lying in a hospital bed and perhaps never to stand up again.
Fors explained that the gentleman was not a good person. He was the gang leader in Backlund's East District and made a living by loan sharking.
Oh shit!
Danitz cried out in shock. He couldn't stand up again... How badly had he been beaten? He looked at Xio with deep fear in his eyes. "Will she target us pirates in the future?"
Anderson whistled. "What do you call it? Big power in a small package?"
Xio looked back at him, the three words "You're dead written in his eyes.
With no extra gains, he took the opportunity when his mentor was out doing something to enter the office diagonally opposite and walked to the desk of the remaining teacher Azik.
"Mr. Azik, can I talk to you for a minute?" He looked at the teacher with a bronze complexion, soft features, and a small mole under his right ear, took off his hat and saluted.
Azik, his brown eyes filled with an indescribable sense of vicissitudes, sorted out his books and said, "No problem, let's go for a walk along the Hoy River."
"Okay." Klein picked up his cane and followed the other party out of the three-story graystone building.
Along the way, both of them remained silent and no one spoke.
When the flowing river came into view and there were no longer any teachers or students around, Azik paused, half-turned, and faced Klein.
"What do you want from me?"
Klein pondered for a long time, thinking of many euphemistic ways but giving up on them one by one.
So he asked frankly and directly:
"Mr. Azik, you are a trustworthy and respectable gentleman. I want to know what you see in me, or what you know. I'm referring to that last incident when you said there was something inconsistent with my fate."
Azik nodded his cane, sighed and smiled:
"I didn't expect you to be so direct. I don't know how to answer."
Everyone leaned forward. After all, they already knew that Azik was not on the path of destiny but the path of death, so they were curious about how Azik could tell.
Russell stared silently at the calm Klein on the screen, gritting his teeth. "What happened to the promise that fortune tellers like to tell half and keep the other half?! Is this feeling directed at me?! Get down! Get down! I'll beat every fortune teller I see!"
Klein listened intently and asked:
"Mr. Azik, why did you lose your memory? No, I mean, did you find the cause of your amnesia at the scene?"
He suspected that Mr. Azik was a member of the amnesiac School of Life, or even a mid-sequence member of high status; this was the counterpart of the "monsters", a secret organization that had produced "prophets" and was mainly passed down from master to apprentice.
Azik shook his head heavily:
"No, it's like I've forgotten the past after a good sleep."
"Why did you forget the past?" Derrick looked at Alger curiously.
Alger shook his head. Edwina glanced at Derrick and explained, "Sequence Four Undead do have this characteristic. They die every sixty years and then grow back." But "He" is a Sequence Two, so why is this the case... Could it be a problem left over from the Pale Calamity?
Audrey Hall's current mood was simply indescribable. The fact that Susie could suddenly speak had given her an extremely strong shock.
In her expectation, the future development should be a great detective or a well-known psychiatrist Miss Audrey with her assistant Big Dog Susie, but if it becomes Big Dog Detective Susie with her assistant Miss Audrey, then, some, some.
No, not some, that's very strange and disorienting! Audrey suddenly sat up straight and wanted to ask Mr. Fool and the Hanged Man for advice.
She swallowed the words back suddenly when they came to her lips:
"Um, how should I ask this? What should I do if my pet becomes abnormal?"
"How do you get along with a pet that's intelligent and can talk?"
"No, no, no, this is a Tarot Club, not a pet-raising experience sharing session. I bet if I really ask that, my good image in the eyes of Mr. Fool and the Hanged Man will be shattered!"
Audrey's thoughts raced, and she finally managed to form her words: "Dear Mr. Fool, Mr. Hanged Man, who always helps me, I have a question for you. What can a pet with extraordinary powers do for its owner? Simply put, what can it do?"
As she finished speaking, she noticed that Mr. Fool and the Hanged Man fell silent at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.
Hey, hey, hey, talk to me, don't look at me like that, I didn't do anything! Really, I'm asking for my friend! Audrey was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in.
She deeply regretted why she asked such a question.
With a bang, it was as if hundreds of virtual personalities exploded in her mind. Audrey's mood at the moment was the same as the one on the screen.
Fors and Xio immediately thought of Audrey's dog, which seemed particularly intelligent. Fors's expression was complicated; she had never expected it to be such an extraordinary dog.
"Actually, taking good care of it can still help you." Cattleya was silent for a moment before saying, "What sequence is it?"
"Sequence five."
Cattleya fell silent again. She had thought Sequence Seven was the top, but she hadn't expected it to be a Sequence Five.
Maybe my crew can't even beat a dog.
Klein was about to look for another target when he suddenly saw Leonard wink at him and point his chin towards the side hall of the workhouse.
What does that mean? He was confused for a moment, pretending nothing had happened, and walked around the mass hall half a circle. Then, while Frye wasn't paying attention, he followed Leonard's footsteps, entered the side hall, passed through the partition, and came to a secluded corner.
"I have a guess." Leonard stopped in front of the shattered window and spoke suddenly and directly.
Klein glanced around suspiciously and asked, "What guess?"
Leonard asked back with deep green eyes:
"If there were no supernatural factors, what do you think would have happened to Mrs. Lauvis?"
Klein thought for a moment and said gravely, "It's the same outcome, just delayed by a week, two weeks, or even a month. For a family like theirs, they definitely won't seek medical attention until they can no longer support themselves. Once heart disease becomes severe, death can come at any time, leaving no room for recovery."
"What about Sols? What would have happened to him if he hadn't been instigated?" Leonard asked again.
Klein considered carefully before speaking:
"From the information provided, it seems Sauls has long been resentful of his bankruptcy and extremely angry about not being rescued. I believe he will seek revenge sooner or later, but his targets will not be the rescued, but the company owner who caused his bankruptcy and the bank employee who took his house."
"What will happen after he takes revenge?" Leonard asked.
"There's no doubt he's already planning to end his own life. Regardless of whether his revenge is successful or not, he will die. Klein answered in the affirmative.
Leonard nodded slightly, showing his signature frivolous smile:
*Then can I say that Mrs. Lauvis and Sauls are both destined to die in the near future?"
After hearing this question, Klein immediately had a guess:
"Are you saying that their deaths were artificially brought forward by supernatural factors? Why is that?"more accurate description is that their supposed lives were artificially shortened and stolen by supernatural factors. And 'life' has always been the best material for summoning evil gods and demons and inflicting terrible curses." Leonard corrected Klein's speculation with a slight curl of his lips.
Wonderful reasoning!
Audrey couldn't help but sigh. She didn't expect Mr. Star to be so good at reasoning!
Klein chuckled.
What is Leonard's reasoning? It's obviously Pales' reasoning!
He glanced at Leonard.
Leonard obviously remembered how arrogant he was back then. He groaned inwardly and slowly lowered his head to cover his face: "Don't say the rest of this..."
Pales scoffed, "You dare to say that but dare not release it?"
[ "Summon evil gods and demons, and cast terrible curses."
Klein stared into the man's emerald eyes and said, half questioningly and half speculatively, "You seem very sure? But we only have two samples for the investigation at the moment."
Leonard smiled cynically and said, "Klein, there's no need to pretend between us. I've witnessed you break free from the control of Sealed Artifact '2-04' and know you're special. You should also be able to vaguely sense that I'm different from ordinary Beyonders."
He suppressed his smile and met Klein's gaze. "I once told you that there are many special people in this world who can always achieve things that others can't, like you and me."
*This world has a long history, filled with magical items of one kind or another. There will always be someone who obtains them, masters them, and becomes the protagonist of different dramas. There won't be many such people, but there certainly won't be just one or two."
"I don't think Beyonders with secrets are necessarily bad guys or villains. I don't think it's necessary to figure out the source of their specialness or why it manifests. As long as your actions don't endanger me, the Nighthawks, or the entire city of Tingen, you're still my teammate. Likewise, I hope you treat me with a similar attitude. Of course, it's best not to tell the people above you about this. They're all old-fashioned and conservative, always believing that special people like us are bound to lose control and be seduced and corrupted by evil gods and demons."
However, I probably have more secrets than you can imagine. Klein muttered to himself and said frankly:
"I do have this attitude. I only care about your actions and intentions. I don't care about your uniqueness and I don't try to pry into your secrets.
After saying this, he silently added in his heart: No, actually I do care and am quite curious, but I can only endure it. Well, does Leonard feel like he is the protagonist of a drama? What kind of adventures has he had, what kind of magical items does he possess?
Leonard unbuttoned his shirt collar, chuckled and nodded.
"I'm glad we' ve reached a consensus."
"In those adventures, this is called the meeting of two protagonists, and the wheel of history begins to roll forward."
Shameless! Klein gave a perfunctory smile.
Awooo.
Leonard wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into at this moment, with Pales's undisguised laughter in his mind.
"Have you laughed enough?" He was a little angry.
"No,hahahahahahahahaha..." Phew.
Russell couldn't help but laugh out loud, "This is the same idea I had back then."
The wandering magician showed no respect to his former colleague and laughed loudly.
You never thought of that! I told you to dig my grave from now on!
¡Hahahahahahaha!
["Leonard, go to the police department and gather the personnel to handle the aftermath. Klein, you can go home and rest..." Dunn rubbed his temple, paused for a few seconds, and then looked at Klein, half examining, half instructing. "If you were in charge, how would you handle what just happened? Imagine your team consisted of me, Leonard, and Frye."
Klein frowned and thought for more than ten seconds before saying:
"I'll first use divination to confirm whether the ritual will be effective in the short term. If the answer is no, I'll monitor it and stay away. Then, I'll send someone to notify the police and nearby garrisons to mobilize at least five artillery pieces to bombard the house, flattening the altar and Triss's hiding place."
"She can either hide inside and be blown to death, or escape under fire, which will easily expose her whereabouts. I will have you, Captain, guard different positions beforehand..."
The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He felt that this method was simple, effective, straightforward, very safe, and very reliable!
Dunn, Leonard, and Frye were all stunned, and no one spoke for a long time.
"Um, Captain, isn't this a good idea?" Klein, excited, saw the other party's reaction, and his heart suddenly began to falter.
Dunn was silent for a few seconds and said:
"No, this method is excellent, but it requires a prerequisite, which is to confirm whether violent destruction of the altar will lead to more serious consequences... Alas, we have been Night Watchers for a long time, and we are often accustomed to relying on ourselves, relying on extraordinary abilities, relying on corresponding firearms, and we are also accustomed to not allowing ordinary people to come into contact with extraordinary things..."
Well, I've always been a big believer in firepower coverage, Klein added silently in his mind.
Holy shit... "Are all you Nighthawks so... violent?" Anderson turned his head and looked at Leonard with a dull look in his eyes.
No...actually, we prefer to dream. Leonard twitched his lips, embarrassed.
Melissa and Benson were also shocked by Klein's violent remarks. Benson said with some difficulty: "What on earth happened to Klein..." Give me back my well-behaved and gentle brother!
Audrey propped up her chin in deep thought, "As expected of Mr. World, that's exactly what Mr. World would say."
[...
City of Silver, Morgue.
Derrick stood at the steps, his eyes red as he stared ahead at his parents lying in two coffins.
A simple silver straight sword was stuck on the stone slab in front of him, and it swayed slightly in the thunder that shook the house from time to time.
The Bergs in the coffin were not truly dead yet. They tried to keep their eyes of some people, the brilliance of their lives had become uncontrollably dim and irreversibly dim.
"Derrick, do it!" An old man in a black robe and holding a hard cane looked at the young man with a distorted face and said in a deep voice.
"No, no, no!" Derrick, with brown hair, shook his head repeatedly, taking a step back with every word he said. At the end, he let out a scream that felt like his heart was being torn apart and his lungs were bursting.
¡Boom!
This is...
Derrick's eyes gradually became moist. "Mom and Dad..." I have become the sun now! Silver City is once again blessed by God... no, by Mr. Fool.... Mom and Dad, please look at me. I will always shine on Silver City like the sun!
Klein had already thought of what would happen next. He sighed and looked at the little sun on the screen with almost pity, as it had not yet left the God-forsaken Land.
The old man pounded his cane and said:
"Do you want the whole city to be buried alive with your parents?"
"You should be well aware that we are the people of darkness, forsaken by God. We can only live in this cursed place. All the dead will become terrifying evil spirits. No matter what method is used, it is difficult to reverse the situation, unless someone of the same bloodline ends their lives with their own hands!
"Why? Why?" Derrick asked, shaking his head in confusion and despair. "Why are the people of Silver City destined to kill their fathers and mothers from the moment they are born..."
The old man closed his eyes, as if recalling his past experiences:
"This is our fate, this is the curse we bear, this is God's will..."
"Draw your sword, Derrick, this is a sign of respect for your parents."
Seeing this, others were curious about what this Silver City was.
"The people of darkness abandoned by God..." Edwina lowered her head, thinking of something, and exclaimed in surprise: "Could it be the land abandoned by God?"
"Yes." Derrick nodded, "But our Silver City has now left the God-Forsaken Land. Thank you, Mr. Fool! Praise the Fool!
*The Forsaken Land of Gods..." Bernadette whispered softly, then turned to look at Russell. "Dad, have you ever wanted to find the Forsaken Land of Gods?"
Russell nodded calmly, "Yes, but due to various technical reasons, it was not found."
[There is no sun, no moon, no stars in the sky here, only constant darkness and lightning that tears everything apart.
Relying on lightning to illuminate the city, the people of the Silver City traveled on the dim roads. They believed that the few hours each day when the lightning subsided were the legendary true night. At this time, candles were needed to illuminate the city, dispel the darkness, and guard against monsters.
Derrick walked through the streets with his eyes wide open, not even thinking about his destination. But as he walked, he found himself back at his doorstep.
He took out the key, unlocked the padlock, and pushed the door open. He saw everything familiar, but he did not hear his mother's concerned voice, nor did he hear his father's scolding for running around. The house was empty and deserted.
Derrick gritted his teeth again and hurried back to his room, where he dug out the crystal ball that his father had said was used by a long-destroyed city-state to worship the gods.
Huh? Could this be Mr. Sun's chance to join the Tarot Club? Audrey noticed the crystal ball with keen eyes.
It seems that was the medium through which Sun joined the Tarot Club... Alger glanced at Derrick and patted his shoulder soothingly.
He knelt down, facing the crystal ball, and prayed without any hope, praying painfully.
"Great God, please turn your gaze back to this place you have abandoned."
"Great God, please free us, the people of darkness, from the curse of fate."
"I am willing to dedicate my life to you and please you with my blood."
Over and over again, just when he was completely desperate and wanted to stand up, he saw a ball of deep red light bursting out from the pure crystal ball.
This light was like flowing water, instantly drowning Derrick.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself standing in a towering palace supported by massive stone pillars. Before him sat an ancient, mottled bronze table, and across from it sat a figure shrouded in thick gray fog.
It's Mr. Fool! Audrey perked up. This is indeed the time for Mr. Sun to join the Tarot Club!
Anderson scratched the back of his head and muttered quietly, "Why does it feel like this fool is everywhere?"
"Maybe I was born to be a hard worker, Klein said with dead eyes.
[Apart from that, the surroundings were void, ethereal, and empty, while the bottom was filled with gray-white mist with no visible boundaries and unreal deep red light spots.
A flame of hope ignited in Derrick's heart. He looked at the figure perched high up in the seat in front of him with confusion and said,
"You-you are a god?"
After asking this question, he suddenly remembered a sentence from the general knowledge book of the City of Silver and quickly lowered his head.
That sentence is:
"Don't look directly at God!"
The Fool leaned back, crossed his hands, and replied in Giant language with a leisurely and relaxed attitude:
"I am not a god, I am just a fool interested in the long history."
*Fool..." Derrick chewed on the word, remained silent for a long time before speaking with difficulty:
"Whether you are a god or a fool, my prayer remains unchanged. I hope that everyone in the City of Silver will be freed from their fateful curse. I hope that the sun described in those books will appear in the sky. If, if possible, I also hope that my parents can be resurrected."
Hey, I'm not a wish-granting machine.... The Fool opened his hands and smiled:
"Why should I help you?
Derrick was stunned for a moment, and after a long while he said:
"I will give you my soul, I will please you with my blood."
"I have no interest in the blood and souls of mortals." The Fool smiled and shook his head, watching the young man in front of him gradually turn his mood into despair.
Without waiting for the other party to speak again, He said leisurely: "But I can give you a chance."
"I am a fool who likes equal exchange. You can use everything you can get from me and other people like you to get what you want. Please note that the value must be equal."
*This will make you stronger. Perhaps one day, you can rely on yourself to free the Silver City from the curse and bring the sun back to the sky."
Derrick listened quietly, lowering his head in silence. After a while, he replied:
"I want to become the 'Sun' and get the potion formula for its initial sequence from you."
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Oh, seeing Little Sun's vow again was still deeply moving. Klein scooped out a cup of sweet iced tea, stretched out his arms and legs like a cat, and squinted his eyes.
Equivalent exchange…
Azik silently repeated the word again, a dark glint in his eyes. What could Klein possibly exchange for this fool? Even resurrection was an option... What price would Klein have to pay?
Leonard obviously thought of this question as well, and his emerald eyes dimmed.