Lord of the Mysteries

In a dark and sturdy room, Derrick Berg, who had feigned unconsciousness, suddenly rolled to his feet.

His Axe of Hurricane had already been taken away by someone and sent for inspection. Every pocket on him had also been emptied out, leaving nothing behind.

Derrick took a breath and looked around steadily.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up with two sun-like beams, causing everything in the room to be reflected clearly in his eyes.

The furniture here consisted of only a table and two chairs. Apart from these, there was also a stone-paved floor with strange patterns on it.

A half used candle was placed on the table. This was standard issue for rooms in the City of Silver because monsters could suddenly appear if the darkness prevailed for too long.

Without any hesitation, Derrick sat down and reached for the candle.

Then, he broke the candle and divided it into three sections—one was three-quarters the length of the original piece, and the other two were halved from the remaining quarter.

After Derrick’s modification, the three candlesticks’ cores were completely exposed.

Pa!

He rubbed his fingers together, creating a golden flame that lit up the three candles.

The two at the top represented Mr. Fool, and the remaining one symbolized Derrick himself.

After finishing his preparations, Derrick didn’t continue to burn the herbal powder according to the normal processes. Instead, he poured in the essential oil and leaned back, softly chanting the honorific name of The Fool and quickly entered Cogitation.

He read it over and over again, monotonously, as if he were hypnotizing himself.

With the help of Cogitation, Derrick entered a strange state where his mind was in a deep sleep and the spirituality was dispersing. He felt adrift, but also seemed to maintain a strange lucidity. His psyche kept dispersing upwards as it rose in height.

This was “artificial sleepwalking.”

Derrick, with the permission of Mr. Fool, could simplify some of the unnecessary steps.

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Above the gray fog, within the towering, ancient palace.

Klein, who was fiddling with the All-Black Eye, suddenly saw the crimson star that symbolized Little Sun burgeon with light, condensing into a human shadow, and the power of the mysterious space was stirred a little.

Upon seeing this, he couldn’t help but feel relieved. This meant that Little Sun had already completed the relatively dangerous part of the operation, and he only needed to “round up” the situation.

Klein didn’t delay, and he immediately put down the All-Black Eye and picked up the Dark Emperor card.

He instantly rose in level and authority, forcing the stirred power in the gray fog to submit to him.

Then, he picked up a paper figurine, flicked his wrist, and threw it towards the crimson star corresponding to The Sun.

The paper figurine and the flowing power intertwined and quickly expanded into a gigantic angel with twelve pairs of pitch-black wings.

through the crimson light and overlapped with the illusory figure of

combusted, turning into ashes in less than a

City of Silver. As for whether his “angel substitute” could help Little Sun pass the subsequent inquiries and

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an angel descend before him with an aura that covered the heavens, wrapping him with twelve pairs

senses as three candles burned quietly in front of

sincerely thanking Mr. Fool, Derrick finished the ritual and extinguished the two candles

created a bright,

candles quickly melted, dripping its wax onto the remaining candle or the area surrounding

was shorter than before, but it wasn’t very obvious. It seemed like it had only been burning for

Derrick extinguished the last yellow-flamed

silence, staring ahead. For a long time, he didn’t do

worried that the six-member council wouldn’t react fast enough, allowing the exploratory team members to

Chief and the others would find additional clues elsewhere, thwarting all

who lurked in the depths of the darkness, constantly carrying strong malice, including Amon and the

without warning Darc and the

who could be considered a

end, he believed that a man who had transformed into

didn’t know how long he waited while experiencing those

sound of the seal

a woman in a black skirt walk in. She had her hair tied up in a

Derrick subconsciously

wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She smiled and nodded in response, then she walked over with light footsteps and sat down across

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suddenly discover that her pupils had

mind went adrift as he

adjusted the candle flame, letting the dim yellow light completely shine on the

golden pupils became increasingly indifferent, just

pale golden vertical pupils. It seemed to form

Derrick felt himself drifting away into the endless darkness

suddenly became clear-headed. He felt as if something had ingeniously caught him in that state

and Aiflor sitting across him with her pale

corner’s shadow, a grizzled Chief, Elder Colin Iliad,

asked Derrick, “What have

his training and maintained the

a daze as if I was in a dream. Only occasionally

his reply, two complex dark green symbols appeared in Demon Hunter Colin’s

you had

that we were fighting… I felt like I had seen a man hanging upside down on a cross and a man in a pointed hat and a crystal monocle. Yes, I saw him back

at the Chief and pressed, “What

with a smile, ‘Fallen

had taken such a risk just to tell the Chief the name of the Fallen Creator and that a Shepherd

Fallen Creator… The True Creator… It matches with the content on the murals at the bottom of the temple.” Colin nodded slightly and

voice remained