“Fallen Creator?” “Sun” Derrick frowned immediately.

The residents of the City of Silver have always believed in "the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and almighty God." When they heard a similar name being labeled with the word "fallen," they could not help but feel instinctively repulsed and uncomfortable.

"Fallen Creator"... This is what Mr. Fool called the "True Creator"... So this evil god has this image... But why did his statue and temple appear within the exploration range of the City of Silver? It seems to be a place abandoned by the gods! In other words, before being abandoned by the gods, there was already a belief in the "True Creator" there... Could the sanctuary that the Aurora Society has always claimed be in the place abandoned by the gods? Alger, the "Hanged Man", thought of many things at once, but he could not make a definite judgment, because the history before the Cataclysm had long evolved into myths and legends, which could not be simply described as shrouded in fog.

He hesitated for two seconds and said deliberately:

"We have another name for the 'Fallen Creator', the 'True Creator'."

"The forces that believe in Him have mastered an extraordinary path called 'Secret Prayers', 'Listeners', and 'Monks'. Later, there is the 'Shepherds' you mentioned."

"Shepherd"? The silent "Sun" Derrick sat up straight, his eyes full of horror.

He was not unfamiliar with the extraordinary ways mentioned by The Hanged Man, but in some sequences, the City of Silver used similar words, such as "Whisperer" and "Listener".

It turned out that the strange and evil statue represented the path of the "Secret Prayer"... Elder Lovia was already a "shepherd"... She was acting more and more abnormal... Derrick suddenly became worried about the new elder of the six-member council and the safety of Silver City.

In previous explorations of the surrounding areas, Silver City had discovered several completely destroyed cities. In those places, only a few words engraved on the back of the rubble proved that such a civilization once existed.

Those words are all variants of Dragon Language, Giant Language, and Elven Language, and most of them are repeating the description of a certain existence.

That existence is called:

"Evil God"!

The residents of Silver City who participated in the operation were all speculating that those city-states were destroyed by evil gods. So, after discovering that the path where Elder Lovia was located was suspected to be controlled by an evil god, how could "Sun" Derrick not be shocked, worried, and terrified?

He returned to his silent state, which disappointed Audrey, the "Justice", who had been waiting to hear more stories about the City of Silver.

After so many gatherings and the last time she purchased intelligence on the dragon clan, her interest in Silver City grew stronger and stronger.

His reaction was a little different from what I expected... "The Hanged Man" Alger observed calmly for a while, but gained nothing extra.

For a moment, he couldn't find a better starting point for the conversation, and if he asked directly, he suspected that "Sun" would ask for payment, which was not an easy matter for him who was burdened with debts for two extraordinary materials.

At this moment, they heard the sound of the table being knocked gently at the same time.

Klein hid his fatigue in the thick gray fog and laughed softly:

"Let's end this party here."

"Your will is our will. Justice." Audrey immediately stood up, lifted her skirt and bowed. The Hanged Man, the Sun and the World responded with similar words.

Klein waved his hand, cutting off the connection, and quietly watched as the blurry figures of Miss Justice and the others turned into light and dissipated.

Then, he made the small "world" disappear instantly, and picked up the small badge he got from Lanevus to study it.

"Hold this and you can join." Klein recited the words on the back of the badge, but found that the item in his hand did not change at all.

He thought about it and carefully infused his spirituality into it.

A layer of faint light bloomed, quickly condensed into a beam of light, and shot out of the gray fog.

However, it was bounced back by the boundless gray fog.

The light speed suddenly dispersed and turned into a palm-sized illusory parchment with a line of ancient Feysac language written on it:

"8pm on January 4, 135, in the Babur Valley."

A simple communication device in the field of mysticism? Sending information, requesting synchronization, and obtaining the latest gathering time and location? Klein recalled the scene he had just seen and made a preliminary judgment on the purpose of the badge.

"135, which is next year... The Babur River Valley is located in the area before the Tussock River enters Backlund... The time is very detailed, but the location is vague. It's a river valley of nearly 100 kilometers... Maybe, when we get there, this badge can be used as a positioning tool..." Klein turned the badge in his hand over and over with interest, trying to study the corresponding symbols, spells, and logos to see if he could copy one himself.

Unfortunately, due to leaving the Nighthawks, his knowledge of occultism remained at the original level, and he has not had the opportunity to learn further.

So, after studying it for a few minutes, he had no choice but to give up.

As for the sentence itself, "Hold this item and you can join," Klein planned not to consider it for the time being.

If I can become a Faceless Man before the end of this year, I can go and take a look in disguise, otherwise forget it... Klein muttered to himself silently and turned his attention to the matter of becoming a Magician.

The real roots and sap of the misty tree man in the "Sun" should be safe... If luck is not too bad, the spinal fluid of the evil-marked black panther can also be obtained this week. Sequence 7, mid-sequence, can already be seen and touched... Hmm... How should I play the role of a "magician"? Thinking about it, Klein began to consider specific issues.

Because of what happened before and after his resurrection, he suddenly realized the true meaning of the "Joker". Therefore, in the past month or so, he only needed to continue to play the role in his daily life to gradually digest it. He did not need to summarize it separately and make corrections based on the feedback. When he killed Lanevus and completed his initial revenge, at that moment of laughter and tears, the "Joker" potion was naturally and completely digested.

This is different from the specific process of Klein's initial digestion of the "Fortune Teller" potion, which is considered a relatively special case. Now, the role of the "magician" will return to the previous one.

"The true meaning of a magician is to make the fake look real? Well, according to what Zaratul said in the Emperor's diary, although the mainstream of this path is not destiny, it still has a part of it. So, here, there must be corresponding content? For example, it seems that it can change destiny to a certain extent, but in the end it is discovered that it is just an illusion, just magic, just deception?" Klein rubbed his forehead, wrapped himself with the remaining spirituality, and fell into the gray fog.

…………

In a two-bedroom house in St. George's district.

“Luckily I prepared an extra place like this, otherwise I wouldn’t know where to hide.” Fors stared at the mirror and stroked her hair.

"Yeah..." Xio answered weakly while lying on the bed.

"I just read in the newspaper that Lanevus is dead. However, this matter involves divinity, so it will definitely not end so quickly. We have to hide for a while. Uh, no, it's you who wants to hide, not me. I'm an honest clinic doctor and a best-selling author!" Fors faced the mirror and put on some simple makeup.

Xiu didn't say anything for a moment, he sat up slowly and said:

"Fortunately, I am smart and experienced enough. When I reported to someone, I didn't directly mention the divinity of the 'True Creator'. I only described it as dangerous, with a lot of changes in the target, and a feeling of praying to the evil god, etc. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to stay in Backlund. It's really hard and dangerous to be involved in a high-level struggle. I don't want to accept Miss Audrey's mission again!"

"Really?" Fors asked without turning his head.

"Um..." Xio was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Actually, there's no need for us to mention divine matters. Since Miss Audrey can find out, the Goddess Church can definitely find out as well... They should have killed that 'giant', right?"

"I can't confirm it." Fors answered without any hesitation.

Xio was stunned for a moment, then heaved a long, slow sigh.

Fors stopped what he was doing, turned his head and glanced at her, saying:

"You basically completed the mission all by yourself this time, so I won't share the bounty with you. It's 2 pounds in total, plus your savings of 7 pounds. Even after deducting the commission, you're very close to the first extraordinary ingredient for the Sheriff potion!"

"But the police can't get the pound so quickly." Xio pursed his lips.

This is not to say that the police were not happy to offer the reward, but that she couldn't get it directly. She had to go through the friend who helped her submit the clue, and that person was the officially recognized recipient of the reward.

Since she believed that this matter would become a big deal, she did not have the courage to look for that friend in such a short period of time.

As for the question of whether that friend would accept the generous bounty, she was quite confident. The other party had done similar things for too many shady bounty hunters. Commissions were one thing, but if he dared to embezzle it, he would have died in some dark and narrow alley long ago.

"But it will eventually belong to you." Fors paused for two seconds and asked seriously, "Once you have enough money, will you contact the masked man, help him, and buy the corresponding materials from him?"

"No, unless it can't be obtained anywhere else, there is no hope." Xio gave his answer.

…………

In Queens, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey was still thinking about today's party when she suddenly saw her personal maid Anne coming over with a piece of paper.

"Miss, your telegram." Anne smiled and said, "It's from the East Coast of Balam."

Alfred's? Audrey happily took it and read it carefully:

"My dear sister, the colorful lizard dragon you requested arrived at Pritz Harbor last night. I told them to deliver it to your manor in the suburbs."

Arrived last night? Then it should be delivered to my manor today at the earliest, or tomorrow at the latest... Audrey turned her head to look at Susie who was struggling with the snacks, and smiled faintly:

"Susie, the gift I prepared for you is almost here."

"Woof?" Susie looked at the hostess in confusion.