In the dark, sturdy room, Derrick Berg, who had pretended to be unconscious, suddenly turned over and stood up.

His "Hurricane Axe" had been taken away and sent for inspection, and all the pockets of his clothes had been emptied, leaving no items behind.

Derrick took a breath and looked around calmly.

Suddenly, two small rays of light like the sun lit up in his eyes, allowing everything in the room to be reflected in his eyes one by one.

The only furnishings here are a table and two chairs, and other than that, there is a stone floor with strange patterns.

There was a half-smoked candle on the table. This was standard equipment in every room in Silver City, because if it was dark for too long, monsters might suddenly appear.

Derrick didn't hesitate any longer, sat down, and reached out to pick up the half candle.

Then he broke and pulled the candle into three parts, one part taking up three quarters of the original, and two parts sharing the remaining quarter.

After Derrick's adjustments, the wicks of the three candles all stood out.

Bang!

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

The two at the top represent Mr. Fool, and the remaining one symbolizes Derrick himself.

After completing the preparations, Derrick did not follow the normal process of burning the herbal powder and dripping in the potion essential oil. Instead, he leaned back, chanted the name of The Fool in a very low voice, and quickly entered a state of meditation.

He recited it over and over again, monotonously and repetitively, as if he was hypnotizing himself.

With the help of meditation, Derrick entered a strange state in which his mind was asleep but his spirit was scattered. He was in a daze, yet strangely lucid, and his spirit kept floating upwards, getting higher and higher.

This is exactly what “artificial sleepwalking” is.

With Mr. Fool's permission, Derrick could simplify some unnecessary steps.

…………

Above the gray fog, in the majestic ancient palace.

Klein the Fool, who was playing with the Eye of All Black, suddenly saw the crimson star that symbolized the little "sun" expand with light and condense into a human-shaped shadow, and the power of the mysterious space was pried open a little.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, because it meant that the little "Sun" had completed the relatively more dangerous preliminary tasks, and only the final "finishing work" was left.

Klein didn't delay and immediately put down the "All Black Eye" and picked up the "Black Emperor" card.

His level and status instantly became higher, causing the forces that were pried open above the gray fog to submit one by one.

Then, he grabbed a paper figure, flicked his wrist, and threw it towards the crimson star corresponding to the "sun".

The paper man merged with the power flowing like water and quickly expanded into a giant angel with twelve pairs of twenty-four pitch-black wings.

The "angel" penetrated the deep red light and overlapped with the shadow of the small "sun".

It burned silently and turned into ashes in less than a second.

At this point, Klein could no longer influence the situation in Silver City. As for whether his "angel substitute" could help the little "sun" pass the subsequent questioning and investigation smoothly, he was not absolutely sure. He could only sigh in his heart:

"After doing what needs to be done and working hard in the areas where we need to work hard, we can only wait for fate to decide. I hope it will be a good result..."

…………

In a daze, Derrick saw an angel descending in front of him with an aura that covered the sky, and wrapped itself with twelve pairs of pitch-black wings.

He suddenly woke up and saw three candles burning quietly in his eyes.

After sincerely thanking Mr. Fool, Derrick ended the ceremony and extinguished the two candles that only accounted for a quarter of the original total.

Then he plucked them up and created golden and clear flames in his palms.

Tick, tick, the two candles melted quickly, and "tears" kept falling, either falling on the body of the remaining one or surrounding it.

As the candle wick burned out completely, only one candle was left on the table. It was a little shorter than before, but not very noticeably, as if it had just burned a little longer.

After dealing with the remaining traces, Derrick extinguished the last dim candle.

He sat up straight in silence, staring blankly ahead, without any movement for a long time.

He was worried that the "Six-member Council" would not react quickly enough, allowing the exploration team members to take the "mushrooms" and "Doom Fruit" to contaminate more Silver City residents;

He was afraid that the "Chief" and others would find other clues in other places, making his preparations go to waste;

He hated those "outsiders" who hid in the depths of darkness and always carried strong malice, including Amon and the "Fallen Creator";

He felt guilty that he had avoided this exploration and failed to alert Dark and the others, allowing them to become polluted monsters;

He was distressed by having personally eliminated a classmate who could be considered a friend.

——Although Derrick did not see Dak's final fate, he believed that the other party who had transformed into that state was equivalent to death.

With complicated and confusing emotions, Derrick didn't know how long he had been waiting, and he relit the candle halfway.

Finally, he heard the seal being lifted and the door opening.

Turning his head, he saw, with the help of the dim candlelight, a woman in a black dress with long braids of hair that reached her vest walk in.

"Ms. Aifuluo." Derrick called out subconsciously.

Aifuluo had a pretty face, but there were some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She smiled and nodded in response to Derrick, then sat down opposite him with brisk steps.

"Is there anything you want to say?" she asked softly.

Derrick instinctively raised his head and looked over, and suddenly found that the other person's eyes had turned into light golden vertical pupils at some point.

His mind was in a trance for a moment, and Derrick seemed to have entered a sleepwalking state.

Aifuluo adjusted the candlelight, allowing the dim yellow color to fully reflect on the face of the boy opposite.

Her light golden vertical pupils became increasingly indifferent, like an emotionless audience.

Suddenly, circles of faint light appeared in the light golden vertical pupil, which seemed to form a vortex and construct a maze.

In a daze, Derrick felt like he was floating in the midst of endless darkness and countless bright colors.

At this moment, he suddenly woke up and felt that his sleepwalking state was cleverly taken over by something.

He saw the dim yellow candlelight swaying inexplicably, and saw Avro sitting opposite him with his eyes pale golden and upright.

From the shadows in the corner, the gray-haired "chief" elder Colin Iliad walked out.

After nodding to the "Chief", Avro asked Derrick softly:

"What have you been doing during this time?"

Derrick remembered the teachings and remained in the same state as before:

"I don't know. I've been confused the whole time, like I'm dreaming, and only wake up occasionally..."

As he answered, two complex dark green symbols appeared in the eyes of Demon Hunter Colin.

Aifuluo continued to ask:

"Did you know that you had a conflict with Dak Riggins?"

“I only remember that I was fighting him… I seemed to see a man hanging upside down on a cross, a man wearing a pointed hat and crystal glasses. Yes, I saw him in the dungeon… He spoke, and he spoke with a smile…” Derrick told the story he had been making up for a long time.

Aifuluo glanced at the "Chief" and asked:

"What did he say?"

“I can’t remember clearly, I can only recall a little bit… He smiled and said, the Fallen Creator, the True Creator… the Shepherd…” Derrick almost couldn’t control his excitement.

He took such a big risk just to tell the "Chief" that the name "Fallen Creator" and the suspicion of "Shepherd" were both involved!

"The Fallen Creator... The True Creator... fits in very well with the content of the murals at the bottom of the temple." Colin nodded slightly, frowned, and whispered, "Shepherd..."

"What happens next?" Aifuluo's voice was unusually gentle.

Derrick replied in a confused manner:

"Then they collided with each other, and there was a lot of light, very bright light, and I woke up, coughing..."

The dark green symbol in Colin's eyes did not fade away, signaling Aifuluo to ask some details.

Derrick answered selectively, following the script for those he had already considered, and pushed the ones that were beyond his scope to Amon, saying that he couldn't remember.

Finally, Aifuluo asked:

"Where did you get that axe? Where did you get the recipe for your 'Sun' path potion?"

"The axe was bought from an underground market. The man had his face covered, so we could only tell that he was a man... The formula for the 'Sun' path potion was left to me by my parents. I found it during an exploration..." Derrick said without any guilt.

These were doubts that had always existed. When The Hanged Man was guessing the questions, he thought they would definitely appear, so he had Derrick rehearse the answers over and over again.

——Although the underground trading market in Silver City is semi-public, some people also try to conceal their identities for various reasons, which provides the best explanation for Derrick.

Aifuluo listened carefully, then turned his head to the Demon Hunter Colin and said:

"He didn't lie. There's no way he could lie. I have the power of the Crown of Glory."

Colin nodded and said:

"In this state, he did not show any signs of being evil, corrupt, or polluted."

Discovering these things is the special ability of the "Demon Hunter".

As a high-sequence profession, the strongest point of the Demon Hunter is that it can conceal its own actions and intentions, making it impossible for targets who can foresee danger to detect them.

Therefore, every "demon hunter" is the nemesis of the "devil".

After thinking for a while, Colin stood up and left the room, saying to the shadow in the corner outside:

“We will let Derrick go shortly. We assume he is fine for now.

"But if we continue to monitor secretly for a while, if Amon can create two clones, then he may be able to create a third one."

"Yes, Your Excellency Chief." The shadow responded respectfully.

By the time Derrick "awoke", there was no one in the interrogation room, only the words that he was free to leave.

He breathed a sigh of relief and walked outside, thinking about Mr. Hanged Man's advice:

"We can't relax or become complacent. Secret observations will definitely continue for some time, otherwise your 'chief' will be unqualified!"

Well, I can’t recite Mr. Fool’s name these days… Derrick muttered to himself as he walked down the spiral staircase.

As he walked, he suddenly saw a familiar figure. It was the "Shepherd" elder Luo Weiya, who was wearing a black robe with purple patterns and had a gorgeous and generous appearance.

Lovia's pale grey eyes swept over Derrick, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

…………

Returning to her own room, Lovia walked to the desk with an indifferent expression and spread out a piece of leather paper.

She pinched her right index finger with her left palm and tore it off with a snap, but no blood dripped out, as if all the blood was absorbed by the surface.

Holding the finger, Lovia drew a complex symbol on the paper. It was composed of half of the "eye without pupils" symbolizing secrecy and half of the "twisted line" symbolizing change.

After examining it carefully, Lovia wrapped the severed finger with the paper, put it in her mouth, bit it with a snapping sound, and then swallowed it all.

On her right palm, where only four fingers were left, flesh and blood suddenly began to wriggle at the wound and quickly grew into a new, slightly pale index finger.

Luo Weiya lowered her head, looked at her palm, and whispered a word:

"Fool?"

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