Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After listening to Derrick's story, Silver City Chief Colin Iliad did not relax. Instead, he took Derrick to the place where Silver City's psychoanalyst Avro was.

Derrick looked at the delicate-looking lady sitting opposite, wearing a black skirt and her hair tied into long braids, and subconsciously shouted, "Ms. Avro."

Avro smiled and nodded. After Derrick sat down opposite her, he asked softly:

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Derrick looked up instinctively, and suddenly found that the other person's eyes had turned into pale golden vertical pupils at some point.

His thoughts were in a trance for a moment, and Derrick seemed to have entered a state of sleepwalking.

Avro's pale golden vertical pupils stared quietly at the young man in front of him, like an emotionless spectator.

The next moment, within those pale golden vertical pupils, there were circles of faint light, forming a vortex and constructing a maze.

Derrick was in a daze, feeling as if he was floating, in endless darkness and countless bright colors.

Derrick, who should have remained in this hazy state, suddenly woke up.

He saw the inexplicably swaying candlelight, and saw Ms. Avro sitting across from her with pale golden eyes.

Avro looked at the young man in front of him who was in a hypnotic state and asked in a soft voice:

"What did you do during this time?"

Derrick kept himself in the same state as before and replied in a calm voice:

"I saw Dak at the training ground. When I communicated with him, I found that something was wrong with him. He was different from what I remembered."

"At the last gathering I asked others for help and they told me that Dark was tainted by the True Creator and I told the Chief about it."

Avro glanced at the chief on the side and continued to ask: "Is this your own choice? Or is it their proposal?"

"They believe that problems of this magnitude can be solved by Silver City. Moreover, the goal of the true Creator is not Silver City, not the land abandoned by God, but the outside world."

"Compared to the true Creator, Amon's existence is more dangerous to Silver City."

Avro continued to ask in an unusually gentle voice: "What is the Land Abandoned by the Gods?"

"We are here in the Land Abandoned by God. In the world outside the Land Abandoned by God, there is sunshine, sea, and normal things. There are no monsters and dangers hidden in the darkness."

Derrick told all the news he knew. He even felt that it would be okay even if he didn't have Mr. Fool's blessing now. This was what he planned to tell the chief.

Avro's expression was not calm. She looked at the chief on the side with unconcealed worry and yearning in her eyes.

Colin just nodded slightly, indicating to continue asking.

Avro quickly collected his emotions and continued to ask: "How much do you know about the true creator, Amon, and the great existence you pray for?"

"The real creature was not an evil god a long time ago. In the world outside the Land Abandoned by the Gods, he was a god of orthodox belief. Later he became an evil god, and orthodox belief also turned into seven other gods. There was one at the party. Members have said that the state of the True Creator is not right and that is why it is dangerous.”

"Amon is a cunning and dangerous being. He is a blasphemer and a god of deceit."

"There seems to be a conflict between Him and the one who convened the gathering. He discovered the clone of Amon parasitizing me and sent his angels to purify it."

"But during the last gathering, I felt that the great being didn't really care about Amon's appearance."

Derrick remained in a "confused" state and told all the information he knew about the true Creator and Amon. Except for the information involving Mr. Fool, he did not say it clearly, but only referred to it as a great being.

Finally, Avro asked:

"Where did your ax and the sun pathway potion formula come from?"

"The ax was obtained by trading with other members of the party, and the potion formula of the Sun Path was also obtained by trading. I like the Sun Path, and I want to be the light that illuminates the darkness."

When talking about the latter part, Derrick couldn't control his emotions, and his voice was a little higher.

Avro did not become suspicious because of this. After listening carefully, he turned his head and said to Chief Colin:

"He didn't lie. It's impossible to lie. I have the power of the crown of glory."

Colin nodded lightly and said:

"In this state, he showed no signs of evil, depravity, or contamination."

After finishing speaking, Colin stood up and left the room, and said to the shadow in the corner outside:

"Derrick can let him leave at any time and consider him safe for the time being. Always pay attention to his state when performing prayers or some rituals."

"Although Derrick is safe, the one who has established contact with him may not be. The relationship between him and Amon, the true creator, is most likely hostile. That kind of battle between levels is very harmful to our Silver City. It’s the same crisis!”

"Yes, Your Excellency." A respectful voice came from Shadow China.

After the hypnotic state ended, Ms. Avro gently reminded Derrick that he could leave.

Chief, they should have temporarily trusted Mr. Fool. Although there will still be monitors, this is only a necessary insurance measure.

Backlund East District, in a temple-like basement.

Mr. A wore a hooded black robe and knelt quietly in front of the upside-down giant statue.

He tilted his ears as if listening to something.

After a brief pause, Mr. A suddenly raised his hands, cut off his right index finger, put the bloody finger into his mouth and chewed it.

Click! Amidst the sound, Mr. A's throat squirmed twice, and the finger was swallowed into his stomach.

His body suddenly trembled, and then he stretched out his bleeding right hand and wrote words on the ground with blood.

Upstairs in the basement, Renekton and Yulian Jin were chatting about the workers' mutual aid organization.

Suddenly, Renekton looked down at the floor in front of the car as if he felt something. A faint purple fluorescence flowed in his eyes, but it quickly dissipated.

Restraining his curiosity to peek, Renekton turned his gaze and said with a chuckle:

"It seems like an oracle has arrived."

"Oracle!" Yulian's eyes suddenly opened wide, and the surprise and excitement in his eyes were obvious.

Renekton nodded slightly, then ignored the topic and said:

"Do you have any plans to merge the various scattered workers' mutual aid groups to form an organization similar to a workers' association, a workers' association that truly belongs to workers!"

Yulian's eyes flashed with emotion, then he shook his head and said:

"Although the Workers' Association is coerced by the nobles and rich people, it is also recognized by the kingdom and the church."

"Other similar organizations cannot be officially recognized."

"The foundation of the workers' association is workers, and the main body is also workers. As long as the workers recognize you, it is enough."

Renekton shook his head slightly and gave a different view.

"Your Majesty the Divine Envoy is right, and the Loen royal family will be happy to see this kind of conflict between the working class and the rich and nobles as long as it is within the range they can bear."

"This is one of the reasons why they acquiesce in our preaching among the lower class people in Backlund."

Mr. A left the basement at some point and came upstairs. While pushing the door open and entering, he was still busy adding to what Renekton had just said.

"Mr. A!" Yulian immediately turned around and saluted Mr. A who came in.

It seems that through the cooperation between Loen's royal family, the Aurora Society and the Witch Sect, only they themselves will be hurt in the end. Both the Aurora Society and the Witch Sect will eventually achieve their respective goals.

"Your Excellency, Messenger of God, what do you think a new workers' association that belongs entirely to the workers themselves should be called?"

Mr. A’s eyes stayed on Renekton, and after a slight pause, he asked.

"Yeah." Renekton rubbed his chin with his right hand and thought for a moment before saying:

"Red Cross Mutual Aid Society! How about using a blood-stained red cross as the logo?"

Mr. A's pale face revealed a smile, he nodded gently and said:

“The blood-stained cross is a close approximation of the Lord’s image without revealing it.”

"Perhaps, in the near future, you will be able to see news about the Red Cross Mutual Aid Society in the newspapers."

The conversation changed and Mr. A took the initiative to mention the divine revelation he had just received:

“The Lord gave me some revelations.”

Yulian had already started to clasp his hands in front of his mouth and nose, listening carefully to Mr. A's next words in a praying posture.

Feeling the enthusiastic attitude of Mr. A and Yulian, Renekton felt that he was somewhat out of place here.

Mr. A didn’t care about Renekton’s attitude and continued to talk about the divine revelation:

"Lord, we have found the Fool's favored ones and believers, right here in Backlund."

"The honorable name of the Fool is:"

“A fool who is not of this age;

The mysterious master above the gray fog;

The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck. "

Mr. A spoke the most ordinary Rune script, and intermittently said the Fool’s honorable name.

Renekton listened in silence and glanced at his left forearm unconsciously.

Is there no communication of information between Him and the true Creator? .Or is He now a completely independent individual?