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After Derrick clearly saw the appearance of the tall figure in front of him, he was first stunned, then spoke with a pleasant surprise as if he had found a way out of a desperate situation:
"Your Excellency, Chief!"
Standing in front of Derrick was none other than Colin Iliad, the Chief of the City of Silver's Council of Six and a powerful Demon Hunter over a hundred years old!
Colin glanced at Derrick and nodded slightly:
"We always knew he had a problem, but to figure out what that person named Amon was really after, what those Mystic things were, we deliberately didn't eliminate him directly. Instead, we locked him in the Round Tower Bottom."
"We often let some Beyonders with signs of losing control live next door to him and converse with him, to see if we could induce some abnormal changes in him and thus obtain the information we wanted to understand."
"Unfortunately, he always acted very normal, until today…"
"So, they deliberately arranged for me to live next door to that Former Exploration Team Captain…" Derrick fell silent for a few seconds, enlightened, then said with slight hesitation:
"Perhaps it's because I was pulled into that gathering again today, and Amon sensed the changes in me, which is why he suddenly mutated."
"Amon?" Colin's eyes narrowed slightly, then a complex dark green symbol appeared in each of his eyes, and he stared intently at Derrick, saying:
"Tell me what you know."
Derrick nodded lightly and relayed all the information he had obtained from the Tarot Club:
"A member of the gathering told me that the Former Exploration Team Captain, his body, memory, and even his destiny have all been stolen by Amon. He has already become one of Amon's many avatars."
"He also said that Amon is a King of Angels of the Marauder pathway, who has gathered most of the Beyonder characteristic of this Pathway and possesses countless avatars."
At this point, Derrick paused and asked with some hesitation:
"Your Excellency, Chief, do you know what a King of Angels is?"
Colin was silent for two seconds, and just as Derrick thought he wouldn't answer the question, he spoke again:
"Legend has it that there were eight Kings of Angels who served by the side of the Lord Who Created Everything, the Omnipotent and Omniscient God."
Derrick was stunned. He hadn't expected the King of Angels to refer to this meaning. Then he remembered that Mr. Tower had said at the Tarot Club that Amon was a descendant of the Ancient Sun God, and it suddenly seemed very reasonable.
"What are you thinking about?" Colin noticed Derrick's momentary distraction and asked.
Derrick did not hide anything and spoke directly:
"Amon is a child of the Ancient Sun God, and the Ancient Sun God is the Lord Who Created Everything whom we believe in."
"However, the member who told me the news also warned me that Amon will not have a good impression of us just because the City of Silver believes in the Ancient Sun God."
Colin's voice showed no emotion as he said:
"I understand. I have reached a consensus with the elders regarding your situation."
"You can go back now. Your life will return to normal from now on. Of course, necessary monitoring is indispensable."
Derrick was stunned and said, "Okay."
He had even thought that he, too, would be locked in this Round Tower Bottom for decades, just like that Former Exploration Team Captain.
Colin had already turned and entered the room, picking up the pure white, sharp straight sword and examining it repeatedly.
Derrick took a deep breath and walked along the hallway towards the exit.
Strolling back home, he closed the door and carefully observed his surroundings for a while, but found no so-called monitors.
Perhaps they hadn't arrived yet, or they were better Concealment...
Derrick pondered for a while, then sat on the edge of the bed and softly chanted the honorific name of Mr. Fool:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, You are the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog, You are the King of Yellow and Black Who Wields Good Luck."
"I just encountered a terrifying incident, being imprisoned next door to me…"
Derrick recounted the entire incident to Mr. Fool, and only then did his tense nerves finally relax.
What followed was a wave of fatigue, so he simply lay down and quickly fell asleep.
In the quiet and dim room, flashes of lightning occasionally illuminated everything, then disappeared into the Darkness.
In his deep sleep, Derrick's right index finger suddenly twitched on its own, tapping leisurely on the bed surface.
In the house at 15 Minsk Street, Backlund, Klein, who was contemplating the Magician's acting principles and how he should digest the potion afterward, suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers in his ears.
Klein got up, locked the door, took four counter-clockwise steps, and arrived above the Gray Fog.
In the magnificent, ancient palace above the Gray Fog, Klein sat on the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, extended his right hand, spread his spirituality, and touched the crimson star representing The Sun.
Suddenly, the prayers became clear, and Klein heard what The Sun was narrating.
Klein's attention was completely drawn to Amon's unusual movement, not caring that The Sun had already been released from the Round Tower Bottom by the Chief of the City of Silver.
He did not believe that Amon would be eliminated so easily.
Amidst his surging thoughts, Klein looked at the scene of The Sun's prayer, and his gaze suddenly froze in mid-air.
A transparent, illusory figure was wrapped around The Sun's body, which was too blurry to see clearly!
He had hands and feet, but like a python, he distorted and coiled around The Sun's body, his head propped up behind The Sun's head!
In the hazy image, Klein could vaguely make out that this figure was wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat, and a crystal monocle on his face.
The Sun was completely unaware of all this on his body.
Klein silently watched this scene, and he vaguely understood the other party's purpose:
By residing within The Sun's spirit body, waiting for the next gathering of the Tarot Club, he would be able to sneak into this Gray Fog unnoticed.
He was indeed after this space above the Gray Fog. Was this what Arrogan said, that he wouldn't act easily without absolute certainty? He had just finished a Tarot Club, and he had already made his move…
Klein took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
At this moment, the most important thing was to find a solution. He had to eliminate the Amon parasitic in The Sun before the next Tarot Club began.
Klein's gaze swept over the items piled in the junk heap, thinking about what he could use.
Arrogan had said that every avatar of Amon had the status of an Angel. To eliminate the avatar parasitic on The Sun, he would definitely need something or an aura of equally high status.
Klein's first thought was Leyton. He knew that Leyton had a Sage characteristic, which was an Angel-level characteristic.
No, that won't do. Arrogan is not in good condition, and he cannot casually use that Sage characteristic. Moreover, I don't have a suitable reason…
Klein shook his head slightly, making Leyton a backup plan.
Looking around and pondering for a moment, Klein set his gaze on the Sefirah Castle, the space above the Gray Fog. There must be something of equally high status in the Sefirah Castle. If he could leverage the power of the Sefirah Castle…
Klein thought of the previous sacrifice and bestowal rituals. Following this line of thought, Klein turned his attention to the Book of Secrets.
Klein vaguely remembered that among the contents he had read, there were many Mystic rituals that prayed for help from the Primordial Moon.
Changing the direction of the ritual to The Fool might solve the current problem.
Klein took the Book of Secrets from the junk pile, quickly flipped through it, and soon stopped at a secret ritual called "Blood Moon Sacrifice."
Klein silently read through the entire ritual process of the "Blood Moon Sacrifice," then materialized paper and pen and began to modify it. He wanted to transform the "Blood Moon Sacrifice" into a secret ritual belonging to The Fool.
After being busy for a while, Klein finally created a secret ritual pointing to The Fool, although he still didn't know if this secret ritual would be effective.
After checking it several times and confirming it was correct, Klein extended his spirituality and, in a low voice, responded to The Sun's prayer.
"I understand."
"I have something for you to do: test whether this ritual is effective."
In the City of Silver, The Sun Derrick suddenly awoke from his sleep. Boundless Gray Fog surged before his eyes, and Mr. Fool's illusory and profound voices echoed in his ears.
After listening to Mr. Fool's response, Derrick, full of initiative, sat up, found Monster leather, herbs, and other materials.
He quickly set up a ritual, then directly picked up his hurricane axe and cut a gash in 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 setting up the ritual, he simply treated the wound on his hand.
Looking at the flickering candlelight before him, Derrick closed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and began to chant Mr. Fool's honorific name in the Jotun:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black Who Wields Good Luck."
As his spirituality slowly flowed, Derrick, who had entered a meditative state, felt his spirit drift to an infinite height, making contact with the grayish-white fog and the Concealment great existence.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein sat quietly on the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, waiting for The Sun to perform the secret ritual.
Suddenly, he felt the entire space tremble slightly, and the static grayish-white fog began to flow distinctly!
The crimson star corresponding to The Sun instantly burst into brilliant light, spreading illusory light like a tide.
These lights condensed, forming Derrick's blurry figure. He was in a praying posture, with his eyes closed and his head bowed, waiting for a slight alignment with the great existence.
On The Sun's body, the transparent, python-like figure tightly coiled around him had already looked up, gazing towards the infinite height.
The crystal monocle on his face flashed with a faint light, as if he was searching for a subtle, Concealment connection!
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