A bolt of lightning sliced through the deep sky, illuminating the entire
After opening his eyes,
As he walked, he slowed his pace, a look of obvious difficulty appearing on his face.
How should he bring up the matter of the Creator's relic to the Chief? Tell him directly, "I've taken a liking to an item"? No, that wouldn't do. Even though, according to Mr. "The Hanged Man," the Chief had an understanding about such matters, it still felt too direct... Derrick had always been a thin-skinned youth; even when his parents were alive, he rarely asked for things.
He stopped in place, carefully recalling the behavior of
After mimicking them for a while, Derrick gritted his teeth and decided it was better to be more direct.
He picked up the "Lightning Hammer," opened the door, stepped into the street, and headed north towards the Twin Towers.
Along the way, many residents of the City of Silver had come out of their homes, smiling on their faces, all converging towards the training grounds.
This period was the harvest "season" for Black-faced Grass, the "festival" when the City of Silver worshipped the Creator, and one of the few days in a year when people struggling to survive in the darkness could be genuinely happy from the bottom of their hearts.
Watching children still skipping along and adults wearing Black-faced Grass amulets and rings, listening to their conversations and the occasional singing, Derrick's mood gradually calmed, and his steps grew firmer.
Arriving at the Round Tower of the Twin Towers, after being announced, he met the Chief of the Six Member Council,
This "Demon Hunter," as always, had rather messy white hair that was poorly groomed, deep nasolabial folds, and some old scars, some deep and some twisted, remaining on his face. His light blue eyes were deep and aged, as if they could see through a person's heart.
After Derrick bowed respectfully, he nodded and asked:
"How is your grasp of the 'Light Priest' potion?"
This referred to the convergence of spirituality and proficiency in corresponding divine spells.
Derrick answered frankly:
"A little bit more is needed."
"Hmm, no rush. The other members of this exploration team aren't ready yet either; they still need some time, just like Lovia, who is gathering and seeking materials for her advancement." Colin Iliad added a seemingly casual remark.
As expected, Elder Lovia would also participate in this exploration of the "
"Elder Lovia has obtained the subsequent potion formula?"
This had always been the problem troubling this "Shepherd" elder, preventing her from becoming a demigod for many years.
"Yes." Colin gave an affirmative answer but offered no explanation.
He then asked:
"Is there something you need this time?"
Hearing this, Derrick felt a slight anxiety. He hadn't made his request yet, but he still spoke quite directly:
"Chief, I've discovered a relic of the Creator. It corresponds to Sequence 4 of the 'Sun' Pathway, the 'Lightless One'."
Colin Iliad, who was tall and strong and wearing a linen shirt, had his gaze sharpen, and the look in his eyes changed.
That look contained emotions so very complex and difficult to specifically describe that Derrick stood rooted to the spot, forgetting what he was supposed to say next.
In the indescribable silence, "Demon Hunter" Colin spoke, his voice slightly low:
"A relic?"
Derrick's pupils contracted. Only then did he realize he had inadvertently said something remarkable.
He had been tormented for a long time by the pain that the Creator might have already been devoured, completely perished, and would never return. It had been so long that he had developed the illusion that this was common knowledge.
Faced with the Chief's question and gaze, Derrick fell silent, momentarily at a loss for how to explain.
He hesitated for several seconds before finally opening his mouth with difficulty:
"Yes, a relic.
"The Kings betrayed the Lord..."
He subconsciously adopted the title used by the clergyman in the afternoon town for the Angel Kings.
Colin looked at Derrick, just looking at him, his light blue eyes seemingly losing their focus for a moment.