Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 390 The Silver City Chief is Still Vigorous Despite His Old Age (3K)

Silver City, at the top of the round tower, in the chief room of the six-person council.

The pitch-black darkness was dispelled by a bright, clear light, and a golden crystal ball with a perfect arc was shining brightly in Colin Iliad's hand.

"It seems there are no other abnormalities. Its negative effect is that it subtly changes the user's personality. Even without using it, simply possessing it will gradually make a person arrogant, conceited, haughty, and disdainful of everyone."

"This change is quite slow, a subconscious shift. Unless used for a long time, no one will be able to detect any abnormalities in the holder."

"Another downside is that if the contact time is too long, it will randomly teleport everything nearby, without a fixed location."

With a deep breath, the chief of the six-person council pinched his index finger and thumb together, igniting a spiritual flame on the white, murky monster grease candle.

The flames expanded rapidly, and the dim light instantly spread to every corner of the room.

The white-haired "Demon Hunter" finally breathed a long sigh of relief after placing the golden crystal ball into a special box and stuffing it with dirt, gravel, and other odds and ends to keep it sealed.

To be honest, he was genuinely worried that the crystal ball might teleport the entire round tower of Silver City away, even though it contained two other divine-level sealed artifacts.

This divine-level sealed artifact seems to disdain everyone, and even the "Proof of Glory" and the "Gift of the Earth" cannot forcefully suppress it.

"I don't know if it's good or bad. Could it be that God has really returned?"

As Colin Iliad's examination of Lovia's team became more thorough, he began to wonder if he was being overly suspicious.

"Perhaps what Lovia said is true; perhaps she really did witness an incredible being that remained benevolent..."

Otherwise, how could one possibly obtain such a powerful sealed artifact after just a casual stroll? It couldn't be that a monster from the depths of darkness took pity on him, could it?

According to the records of Silver City, in the years before the Great Cataclysm, when extraordinary beings could easily communicate with the spirit world, seven rays of light from the spirit world were used to guide them, and knowledge could be sought from them for free without paying any price.

The dimly lit room was illuminated only by flickering candlelight. The white-haired "Demon Hunter" picked up the box and headed towards the base of the round tower.

He was going to meet the exploration team member named Derrick Berg to find out what the other party was hiding.

At the base of the round tower, in a single cell.

A blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and "The Sun" Derrick opened his tightly closed eyes amidst the thunderous echo.

"Although saving Silver City is destined to be a difficult task, I won't be locked up here forever, will I?"

He muttered to himself, his already anxious heart becoming even more uneasy.

Since gaining access to resources at the Tarot meeting, Derrick often fantasizes about the scenario of the chairman being promoted to "Sequence Three" or "Sequence Two".

There's no need to wait to become the sun; everyone in Silver City is clinging to the chief's coattails, and with the direction Ron gave them, they'll be able to leave this place very soon.

Pragmatism has been a tradition in Baiyin City for thousands of years.

crunch...

At that moment, the heavy iron gate was pulled open by the guards, emitting a painful groan that pierced eardrums.

"Your Excellency!"

The moment he saw the newcomer, Derrick Berg's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected that just as he was thinking of the "Chief," this powerful "Demon Hunter" would appear before him.

"Um."

Seeing this simple and honest young man, Colin Iliad nodded slightly in response.

"Derrick Berg, we need to do one last check. This is just a necessary procedure. Most of the exploration team is fine. Once the questioning is over, you can leave the bottom of the round tower."

The white-haired "Demon Hunter" spoke slowly, as if he were truly conducting a thorough examination.

Most of them? Could it be that a small portion of the exploration team also had problems?

"Your Excellency, who are those few individuals who have raised questions?"

Scratching the back of his head sheepishly, the simple-minded "Sun" Derrick asked with some concern.

He was worried that among those who were acting strangely were his friends. Although this was something that all citizens of Silver City had to go through in their lives, it was not a good thing.

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The biggest anomaly is yourself; being so certain that you have nothing wrong with yourself is itself an anomaly.

The white-haired "demon hunter" showed no expression on his face, but he was already reorganizing his thoughts, trying to make his next probing attempt seem more direct.

"Only a minority of people show abnormalities; all of them are simply experiencing a decline in mental state due to fright, which can be alleviated and treated."

After a perfunctory reply, seeing the relaxed expression on the young man's face, Colin Iliad continued to ask:

"We've checked the contents of your backpack. Did you really bring those back from your dream?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Seemingly having anticipated this scene, or perhaps having rehearsed it many times in his mind, Derrick immediately confirmed Colin Iliad's words as soon as he finished speaking, demonstrating his lack of any guilty conscience.

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The response was so quick; it seems you were prepared in advance.

Even without using the extraordinary abilities of the "Demon Hunter," Colin Iliad could still see through Drik's long-thought-out "perfect" explanation.

"Hmm, very good. According to the records of Silver City, the Imaginary Dragon has authority in this regard. Perhaps the area you passed through at that time happened to have the presence of such power."

"You have no problems, you can leave in a bit."

With a taut face and a flat tone, Colin Iliad helped Derrick find a more realistic reason, a reason that was infinitely better than "dreaming."

Without waiting for Derrick's response, he showed obvious hesitation, and finally whispered a more direct probing question.

"Silver City recently found some potion recipes in other abandoned city-states, but it is missing some key materials."

"If, and I mean if, you can still summon abilities similar to the Imaginary Dragon in your dreams, you can give it a try."

However, before Colin Iliad could finish speaking, "Little Sun" impatiently retorted:

"Your Excellency, what kind of material is it?"

"I, I mean, I can try."

In his heart, this was a good start. Although it was only a small step at this stage, it was a big step for Silver City to break away from the land of the gods!

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"There is a medicine that can provide positive combat power with fewer negative effects, but it lacks the real ingredient: powder made from mummy."

"Mummy powder? Little Sun, I never expected that someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you would want this!?"

If you want medicine, I have someone you can meet. He's a pharmacist, and he's sure to have genuine products.

Above the gray fog, Klein, the "Fool" who received the prayer, muttered a few words to himself in a rather pleasant mood.

Although in the Northern Continent, mummy powder is mostly referred to as the best "medicine" to restore male virility, from a mystical perspective, its essence is a dried corpse rich in spirituality, which is an indispensable part of certain death magic or rituals.

"Amon wasn't lying to me!"

Mr. Fool sighed inexplicably, praising the "Angel of Time" for its enthusiasm and kindness.

Although this guy is a bit bad, he doesn't seem as despicable as that little brat at this stage.

After receiving the message, Klein did not rush to transmit the prayer image to the crimson star representing Ron. Instead, he picked up the pendant and began to perform divination.

In the past few days, in addition to working hard as commissioned, he also made contact with a big shot through Talim's introduction.

The commission is to investigate the outlaw "Black Emperor".

To be honest, after receiving this commission, Klein was furious and wished he could sell the brat who dared to impersonate him immediately.

However, perhaps due to a change of heart, or perhaps because he simply didn't want to get involved with these important figures, Klein had been dawdling for several days, merely passing on some ambiguous messages in order to reimburse the costs of the "informant" and the "carriage rental".

Although he is theoretically wealthy enough now, being the third largest shareholder of the bicycle limited liability company,

"Save money wherever you can."

Muttering to himself, Klein got a satisfactory divination result, and at the same time, he projected the image of the little sun's prayer onto the crimson star representing Ron.

Thursday, early morning.

"Mummy powder!?"

"Seriously? This poor guy is so dedicated, doesn't he sleep at night?"

Looking out the window at the cold wind blowing and the red moon hanging high in the night, the blond boy couldn't help but admire Mr. Fool's service.

This is truly comparable to a model worker in the "divine" realm; some lazy people should really learn from him.

A roaring fire burned in the warm fireplace, providing a sleepy and peaceful atmosphere for the blond boy curled up on the sofa in his plush pajamas.

Common sense dictates that gods don't need to sleep, but Ron is forced to stay awake because whenever he feels sleepy, two scoundrels in his mind start yelling and screaming inconsiderately, making him dizzy and disoriented.

"Hey, do you know where I can buy mummy powder?"

He stretched out his foot and kicked Will Onsett, who was also curled up in a ball on the other side of the sofa, inconsiderately interrupting the Mercury Serpent's slumber.

The mummy powder that is abundant in the southern continent is not lacking for Ron. If he wanted it, his followers would certainly abandon their ancestral graves and offer the mummified ancestors as sacrifices to the great ruler of time and space.

However, there is a problem here, which is that believers will definitely wonder why the Time and Space Ruler wants mummy powder, and what He wants it for.

A man should never admit his inadequacy, especially in front of believers!

(End of this chapter)