"They won't give blessings…" Derrick was somewhat confused by this answer, not quite understanding.
When he had handed the "Silver Knight" potion formula to Chief
Therefore, Derrick had always believed that the Chief could rely on the two god-level sealed artifacts to complete the "Silver Knight" ascension ritual on his own, so now he was inevitably a bit surprised.
Had the Chief not known at the time that the two god-level sealed artifacts wouldn't give blessings, only discovering the problem after returning to the City of Silver? Derrick subconsciously made a guess, didn't ask further, and nodded solemnly: "Okay, I'll do my utmost to help you seek a deity's blessing."
"Demon Hunter" Colin silently exhaled, pointed at the door and said: "The room across is empty."
Derrick immediately turned, passed through the doorway, crossed the hallway, and entered the half-open room.
Then he found a spot to sit down and murmured in a low voice: "The Fool that does not belong to this era;
The mysterious ruler above the
Inside Sefirah Castle, shrouded in gray fog, the deep red star representing The Sun suddenly expanded and then violently contracted, repeating this process continuously, releasing rings of light that carried the sound of prayer.
Not far away, the deep red star representing The Magician, because The Fool had never responded, remained in a similar state. The light rings, ripples, and oscillations created by the two gradually interwove, overlapping, and grew more and more intense.
Under the illumination of the lightning, Klein, carrying a leather lantern and walking through the river valley, suddenly felt that the illusory overlapping prayer sounds by his ears became more chaotic, more jumbled, and louder.
However, Klein found that he could hear them a bit more clearly, not only distinguishing that the prayers came from a woman and a man, but also vaguely grasping some content: the woman seemed to mention "The World" and "
Ritual, giant language… this is from little "Sun"… uh, that Chief wants to get Mr. Fool's blessing? Mr. Fool now also wants a blessing… The woman might be Miss "Magician," but Miss "Justice" is also possible… Klein pulled at the corner of his mouth in distress, turned his head to look at
"What do you think?" Amon was stunned for a moment, then asked back with amusement.
"Since you're going to play this game, why not make it more exciting?" In fact, Klein had no hope for that request, because as long as he could return to Sefirah Castle, he could use the power there to initially free himself from his predicament, which was tantamount to directly asking Amon to let him go.
He had made the remark precisely to use it as a starting point for the subsequent topic.
Amon adjusted his crystal monocle with his knuckle and laughed heartily: "As the 'God of Mischief,' I've lived from the Third Epoch up to now. I think you should be very clear about what that means.
"Mm, is there something you'd like to ask?"
…This is a spot-on assessment of my mindset and thoughts… Klein sighed to himself and opened his mouth to ask: "Why did you originally 'parasitize' the City of Silver exploration team and even stay so patiently in the dungeon for decades?"
Amon nodded and answered with ease: "I had a premonition that I would obtain extremely important intelligence in the City of Silver. Now this prophecy has come true, hasn't it, Mr. Fool?"
…All that just to wait for the
After a dozen seconds or so, he sighed and said: "You really have patience."
An Angel King who enjoys mischief, able to lurk in a dark dungeon that held no pleasure for decades.
"It has nothing to do with patience. It didn't cost me much time," Amon casually replied.
…I'm still used to measuring deities by a human scale. For Amon, born as a complete mythical creature, decades truly are nothing. He might even be over three thousand years old… Klein adjusted his perception and asked again: "The City of Silver should be one of the few places that still believes in your father. Isn't what you did to that exploration team going too far?"
Amon tilted his head, looked at him with his right eye that bore a monocle, and smiled nonchalantly: "If it weren't for the fact that they still believe in my father, the City of Silver would already be ruins."