After returning to the real world, Fors sat at her desk and lost herself in thought about the Abraham family for a while. She had a whole new understanding of the few words mentioned in the mysticism notebooks she had.

So that’s how it is… It’s no wonder Mrs. Aulisa didn’t wish to inform Mr. Lawrence of her and her husband’s death… Now that I think about it, the Abraham family is really pitiful and sad… Fors muttered a few sentences to herself before rummaging and taking out Sights in the Spirit World from a pile of ordinary books, in preparation to copy the first and second chapters.

For this, she entered Cogitation and adjusted her breathing in order to be in her optimal condition. Otherwise, just copying the contents of Sights in the Spirit World would bring her mania and confusion.

The words clearly didn’t have any spirituality, but once they were combined together to describe those ridiculous scenes, it was as if they had the ability to affect her emotions… I need to take a five-minute break after every five minutes of copying it. I don’t want to lose control because of this… Fors took out her small, intrinsic pocket watch and placed it diagonally in front of her desk.

In the Berg household in the City of Silver.

Derrick woke up as a flash of lightning which illuminated everything flashed in his eyes.

He looked around, but he didn’t feel like he was being monitored.

But The Hanged Man’s precise description of the prior events, through reasoning and his deep confidence, convinced him that his conjecture was correct and that there had to be one or more Beyonders with particular powers that were secretly monitoring him at that very moment.

Besides, Mr. Fool didn’t deny it… Derrick got out of bed and stretched his body like he usually did.

During this process, the analysis and suggestions, that The Hanged Man had given him, rapidly surfaced in his mind.

“Up till now, no one has come looking for you or has chosen to throw you into the dungeons. That’s enough to tell us that your Chief and the other elders of the six-member council are still leaning towards observing. They wish to find a way of evacuating the entire City of Silver out of the forsaken land through Amon, the first person they’ve encountered in more than two thousand years.

“So, if you don’t do anything out of line, they definitely wouldn’t rouse you so that Amon wouldn’t notice anything amiss.

“As such, their surveillance wouldn’t be too close, physically; at least not when you’re awake.

“And because of this, they probably didn’t discover that you’ve already coughed out that Worm of Time. Their subsequent reactions are enough to indirectly prove this.

“Similarly, they should only be able to observe what kind of ritual you held, but they won’t be able to figure out who you’re praying to. If it were me, I would definitely suspect that it was related to Amon.

“Due to the above reasons, you can openly hold the bestowment ritual. After all of this, you can push the blame onto Amon. Of course, you have to pretend to be sufficiently cautious and careful. You have to be prepared to undergo the examination of a Psyche Analyst and other Beyonders of other Sequences when everything is over. Regarding this matter, you can seek Mr. Fool for help…”

With The Hanged Man’s suggestion, Derrick walked around the table twice, carefully closed the window, lit a candle, and set up a bestowment ritual.

within the

the dome, feeling that the building he had

my own subconscious? his thoughts

corresponding to The Sun began to emit light, and it quickly dispersed the ripples to form an illusory and mysterious door. Above the gray fog, a small amount of

stacked pleas, Klein lowered his head and looked at the All-Black Eye

Little Sun doesn’t lose this. Otherwise, Mr. World would have to

he had the All-Black Eye that Klein, who wasn’t a Nimblewright Master, could secretly control The

to let The

his spirituality, stirring the power of the fog into flowing towards the illusory door, forcefully pushing it open slightly and stabilizing

into the

longer, because he knew that Little Sun wouldn’t be able to find an opportunity to take action that quickly, and he was unsure when Miss Magician would be able to finish copying the

figure disappeared from the space

the Berg household in the City of

box on the altar, he heard Mr. Fool’s familiar voice:

of this reminder and decided to carry it

bestowment ritual, he opened the box with extraordinary

mind into chaos, and

box, picked up a silver

his clothes, fixed the Axe of Hurricane in place and left the

team members were still

the situation first and patiently wait for an opportunity. Of course, if there was a good opportunity, he would

gathered in groups of two or three, whispering to each other, but once they noticed

item? Will they turn their heads at the same time to look at me? Derrick imagined the scene of everyone turning their heads and looking at him with cold and

a breath and told himself to be patient, to wait, and not to

the top of the spire, in a room that belonged to

Hunter Colin Iliad, who was resting his mind with his eyes closed, looked

a twisted posture. It swayed slightly and said with a voice that sounded like metal abrasions, “Your Excellency, Derrick Berg has held another ritual. According to my observation, it’s likely to be a bestowment request ritual. It’s very similar to the sacrificial rituals we

couldn’t exactly see what was inside, but it gave me a

let this continue

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