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The figure of an extremely dignified old man in a large red robe slowly emerged above the arranged ritual.
After the Red Light's figure appeared, Leyton skillfully bowed and greeted him:
"Good afternoon, esteemed Red Light, Mr. Aiur~"
Red Light Aiur Moria's voice, loud and majestic, spoke:
"Good afternoon, Blessed of 'knowledge', do you have any questions you wish to ask me?"
Leyton nodded, not wasting time on pleasantries, and went straight to the point:
"I wish to obtain some knowledge in the spiritual domain, preferably related to emotions and desires."
"Do you have any suggestions regarding this?"
Red Light Aiur Moria looked at Leyton with slight confusion, then said:
"You can seek Green Light Serapis; It is the symbol of the spiritual domain, characterized by emotion and art."
"For the prayer words directed to It, you only need to change the corresponding phrase to 'Green of Emotion and Art'."
Leyton nodded in understanding; the reason he prayed to the Red Light was his guess that one of the Seven Lights would correspond to the spiritual domain.
Having received the answer he desired, Leyton nodded in thanks to Red Light Aiur Moria:
"Thank you very much for your answer, this is very important to me!"
Just as Leyton was about to end the ritual, Red Light Aiur Moria unexpectedly entrusted Leyton with a task:
"As the Seven Pure Lights at the highest point of the Spirit World, we hold an extraordinary position and perception of the Spirit World."
As Leyton's eyes grew increasingly puzzled, Red Light Aiur Moria finally stated its purpose.
"We have sensed that the great ruler above the Spirit World is returning. In our calculations, the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, your destiny has many intersections with the great ruler above the Spirit World."
"My request is, during the return of the great ruler above the Spirit World, to provide him with some assistance. Perhaps you already know, with the approaching apocalypse, this world needs the appearance of the Spirit World's dominator."
Leyton suppressed the surprise in his heart and looked up at the stern and majestic old man.
Leyton was not surprised that the Seven Lights of the Spirit World detected the anomaly in Sefirah Castle, but it was astonishing that they could determine a connection between himself and Klein.
Is it because I have had too much contact with the Seven Lights, and some of my secrets have been seen through by Them, allowing Them to glimpse some destiny related to me?
Although various thoughts flooded his mind, Leyton controlled his emotions very well, smiling as he bowed to Red Light Aiur Moria and said:
"No problem, I also hope that the great ruler above the Spirit World can return as soon as possible. Of course, not the previous one; it would be better if he remained dead."
Red Light Aiur Moria's extremely majestic expression softened slightly, and after a slight nod, it said:
"As compensation, we will grant you sufficient knowledge to quickly digest the Mysticism Magister potion, and we will also provide assistance for future potion digestion."
"You don't have much time; you must voluntarily advance to a demigod within two months. Your humanity has already begun to become unstable. Once this limit is exceeded, you will directly advance towards the Sage, becoming his vessel for walking in the world."
Red Light Aiur Moria did not say much, merely reminded Leyton and offered a promise, then actively disconnected the ritual magic.
After the ritual magic was passively disconnected, the light and temperature in the room returned to normal.
He waved his hand, and a ripple of spirituality extinguished the candlelight.
Leyton looked up at the ceiling, wanting to clear his mind, but Red Light Aiur Moria's words kept replaying in his head.
Time is running out... Is my humanity so unstable? Even the Seven Lights of the Spirit World noticed? The 'he' that Red Light mentioned...
Muttering to himself for a long time, Leyton couldn't find a solution to the problem; instead, he felt even more agitated.
He stood there in a daze for about ten minutes before Leyton finally came back to his senses.
He let out a long breath, adjusted the ritual setup on the floor, replaced some materials, and then re-lit the candles, adding essential oils.
With everything prepared, Leyton stood up, took a step back, and began to chant the incantation directed at the Green Light:
"The Inextinguishable Light of the Spirit World, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the Green of Emotion and Art."
"I pray to you, I pray for knowledge of the spiritual domain."
Green Light Serapis appeared as a middle-aged man in a green robe, wearing an emerald ring on his right hand, with the long hair of an artist.
As Green Light Serapis's figure appeared, Leyton composed his expression, bowed to It, and said:
"Good afternoon, esteemed Green Light Serapis!"
Green Light Serapis possessed the elegant and noble demeanor of an artist; its expression was not very varied, but its tone of voice was very gentle:
"Good afternoon, Blessed of 'knowledge', I already know your thoughts."
"The spiritual domain involves a lot of information related to emotions and desires. You can prepare some blank books, and I will tell you a ritual. You can communicate with me through the ritual, and I will copy the relevant knowledge into the books."
"No problem, thank you for your help!"
Leyton bowed to Green Light Serapis again.
"You're welcome. You can request knowledge from me through the ritual whenever you are ready."
Green Light Serapis nodded slightly in response, then its figure rapidly disappeared like a rapidly fading ink wash painting.
Leyton looked at the spot where the rather unique Green Light had vanished; the knowledge of the ritual magic had already appeared in his mind.
Perhaps because he frequently sought knowledge from the Hidden Sage, Leyton felt no discomfort at all when Green Light Serapis imparted the knowledge of this ritual magic.
After ending the ritual, Leyton quickly put away the ritual items and materials in the room, returning them to the adjacent storage room.
In the City of Silver, Derrick, having finished the Tarot Club, paced silently back and forth in his dimly lit room, illuminated only by faint candlelight.
His rationality told him that Mr. Hanged Man's suggestion was his best option, but the thought of his actions being tantamount to desertion, while others participating in the mission would likely face grave danger, caused Derrick immense internal anguish.
If I do this, I will have betrayed them. Should I find an opportunity to request a Spectator with Chief and tell him that the half-destroyed temple belongs to the True Creator, who controls the Shepherd Pathway?
But how can I make Chief believe me, and not think that I, like Elder Lovia, might have been misled by an evil god?
Derrick irritably ruffled his hair. Outside the window, flashes of lightning illuminated the room in bright bursts, and the hurricane axe placed nearby glowed faintly.
Derrick stopped pacing, gazing at the deep black sky outside the window, as if he saw his parents' dying moments again, recalling the pain of thrusting the straight sword.
Derrick suddenly recalled his conversation with Mr. Tower at the Tarot Club:
Saving the City of Silver cannot rely on you alone; you also need your companions and friends.
Derrick remembered Mr. Tower saying, "Every day is the apocalypse for them!"
He recalled his firm answer, "Save the City of Silver!"
A surge of courage seemed to rise within him, along with some anticipation for the future.
"I should trust the City of Silver, trust Chief Colin!"
Derrick's self-comforting words gave him more courage and a sense of responsibility.
He decided to follow Mr. Hanged Man's and Mr. Tower's suggestions not to participate in this exploration of the half-destroyed temple, but not by retreating himself and letting others in the City of Silver explore or even die.
Mustering his courage, Derrick picked up the hurricane axe from beside him and fastened it to his waist.
Carrying a beast-skin lantern, he walked out of his room and headed towards the tall Tower where the Council of Six was located.
Upon arriving, Derrick stated that he had a very urgent matter concerning the next exploration of the half-destroyed temple and wished to see Chief Colin.
In anxious and uneasy waiting, Derrick received word from the guard.
Standing before the Chief's office door, Derrick's newfound courage suddenly receded.
He wanted to retreat. He didn't know if Chief would believe his explanation, nor did he know how Chief and the others would deal with him.
After hesitating for a long while outside the door, he stiffly raised his arm and knocked on the office door.
"Knock, knock!"
"Come in."
Chief's calm, deep voice came from within.
Derrick felt his heart had never beaten so fast. Biting his lip tightly, he pushed open the Chief's office door.
With a creak, the door slowly opened, and Derrick saw Colin Iliad, Chief of the City of Silver, sitting at a large desk.
The Chief of the City of Silver had graying hair, rather disheveled from lack of care, prominent nasolabial folds, deep and weathered light-blue eyes, and some deep or distorted old scars on his cheeks. He wore a flax-colored shirt underneath, with a multi-compartmented leather belt around his waist.
Derrick silently closed the Door behind him, then walked with heavy steps towards the Chief.
Looking at the Chief before him, Derrick unconsciously lowered his head, and his voice became stiff:
"Chief Colin! I have very important intelligence to report to you."
"Hmm, the transmitting guard already told me. You hesitated outside the door for a long time. Are you worried about not gaining my trust?"
Colin Iliad nodded slightly, then directly asked Derrick the reason for his hesitation outside the door.
Derrick froze for a moment, flustered after some of his prepared words were interrupted.
He pressed his lips together, unsure how to answer, and could only nod blankly, then quickly shook his head.
"Chief Colin, I'm just a little worried…"
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