abnabooks Chapter 208 Little Sun Training Class
Chapter 208 Little Sun Training Class
Chapter 208 Little Sun Training Class
Alger, the "Hanged Man," looked at Derrick and asked seriously:
"You were just placed next to that former exploration team leader when he lost control. Didn't your chief question this coincidence?"
"Also, are you sure you weren't parasitized by Amon during this process?"
Derrick nodded and answered seriously:
"The chief pressed me on what had happened before, and the reason for the former exploration team leader. I described everything except for attending the party."
"As for why the former exploration team leader next door lost control, my answer is that I suspect it was because the 'sun' pathway I chose stimulated Amon, which caused him to expose himself."
"After the chief confirmed that I had no problems, he let me leave directly."
Alger's brow furrowed deeper as he listened: "Your chief just let you leave like that?"
"Uh...yes." Derrick nodded, somewhat puzzled.
Seeing that Mr. Hanged Man did not ask any further questions, he continued his story:
"After I got home, I prayed to Mr. Fool and told him everything."
"Afterwards, Mr. 'Fool' had me perform a secret ritual, sending his angels to purify Amon, who was parasitizing me."
"The Hanged Man": "You went straight to pray to Mr. Fool when you got home?"
"Justice": "Mr. Fool's angel?"
The Magician: "You've been parasitized by Amon?!"
The reactions of the members at the tarot meeting varied, but they all showed the same shock. Even the "Hanged Man," who was closest to him, almost got into a fighting stance.
"The World" and Cyril were also surprised by the crowd. Their performance was not very sincere, but no one paid attention to them at this time.
Derrick nodded, then continued:
"The former exploration team leader who was parasitized by Amon left behind a strange-looking worm after being dealt with by the chief. It was about the size of a thumb and had twelve transparent and opaque intertwined segments on its body."
"After Amon, who was parasitizing me, was purified by Mr. 'Fool's' angel, I also spat out the same little worm. Do you know what it is?"
"The Magician" and "Justice" and the others subconsciously looked at Cyril.
The latter replied without hesitation, "It is the insect of this time."
"This is the name of a potion from the 'Thief' pathway, Sequence 1, and also part of their mythological creature form."
"Hmm...you can probably imagine it as an aggregate of countless tiny insects, like the one Mr. 'Sun' just described."
"The Magician" Fors and "Justice" Audrey imagined the scene in their minds according to his description, and then their bodies suddenly stiffened, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end. They felt disgusted and scared.
They experienced what trypophobia was like for the first time.
At the head of the mottled long table, even the "Fool" Klein, shrouded in gray mist, stiffened slightly.
It wasn't because of the image of swarms of insects he imagined, but because, as a passageway adjacent to the "thieves," he was somewhat worried that he might one day become an aggregate of some strange insects.
Perhaps because the images in their minds were too shocking, no one asked what the mythical creatures were.
Snapping out of his reverie of a multitude of unseen images of Amon swirling around him, Derrick shifted uncomfortably before asking curiously:
"Mr. Fate, what use is a dead Time Worm?"
Cyril: "An auxiliary ingredient in certain potions, or a component of certain rituals."
"Of course, there are better ways for us to use it."
He paused, and amidst the curious gazes of the crowd, turned his head to look at the head of the weathered long table:
"By performing a ritual and praying to Mr. 'Fool,' the Time Worm can be transformed into a powerful, high-level talisman."
"The effects of spells created using the Time Worm include, but are not limited to, stealing fate, deceiving the rules, parasitizing targets, and stripping extraordinary abilities..."
After Cyril finished speaking, Klein immediately manipulated his alternate account "The World" to ask:
Mr. "Sun", do you sell your Time Bug?
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This isn't simply a powerful, high-level spell; rather, it requires mastering the corresponding techniques to ensure an effective response when others make requests.
As "The World" inquired, the others also looked at Derrick, pondering what they could offer in exchange. The powerful effects of the advanced runes made by the Time Worms, as described by Cyril, had all captivated them.
Amidst the complex gazes of the crowd, Derrick shook his head slightly:
"I'm sorry, I don't plan to sell that Time Worm for the time being."
Cyril offered a timely reminder: "While the Time Worm's body is very useful, what's more important for you right now is to consider how to gain your chief's trust."
Alger, the "Hanged Man," then spoke up:
"Indeed, your best option is to find a suitable opportunity and reason to hand it over to the chief of your Silver City, or to the person secretly monitoring you."
"Why?" Derrick was still a little confused.
Alger shook his head slightly, then explained, "It's simple. You've crossed paths with Amon, who can silently parasitize others. Can your chief really trust you completely after just one check?"
"The reason you used to explain Amon's sudden uprising after 42 years of peace is also very clumsy."
"Moreover, the first thing you did after returning home was to pray to Mr. 'Fool,' and then you held a secret ritual. These things must have already been exposed to those who were monitoring you."
"In your chief's eyes, even if you weren't parasitized by Amon, you'd still be a pretty dangerous person."
"There's no need to doubt this; it's a necessary precaution. Otherwise, your Silver City wouldn't have been able to survive in such harsh conditions until today."
"This..." Derrick's eyes widened, and his previously calm demeanor began to race with panic.
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"Then, what should I do?"
Cyril pondered for a moment and said, "Be honest, or maintain the status quo."
"Personally, I'm more inclined to believe the former. After all, you've revealed too many flaws. Rather than letting your chief continue to suspect that you've been parasitized by Amon, it's better to be honest about your special characteristics and gain some trust in return."
"After all, you're just trying to save Silver City in your own way. Through us, you've indirectly connected with the outside world, haven't you?"
"Although you will still be suspected and subject to some surveillance if you do this, as long as you don't have any major problems like wanting to destroy Silver City,..."
I think your chief will turn a blind eye, and might even help you with some things.
"But..." Derrick opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back.
He instinctively felt that secrets should be kept hidden, but now he felt that Mr. Fate made a lot of sense.
Seeing Derrick's hesitation, Sirion added:
"Your Silver City has endured the darkness of the Forsaken Land for over a thousand years. I think your chief knows better than anyone that maintaining the status quo will only lead to destruction."
"Would...really be like this?" Derrick was clearly stunned for a moment, somewhat incredulous.
"Justice," Audrey explained thoughtfully to Derrick.
"I think Mr. 'Fate' means that your chief will accept, to some extent, anomalies that are harmless or less harmful to Silver City."
"For example, you, or the former exploration team leader before the anomaly actually occurred."
"This is also a test, or rather an attempt, to connect Silver City with the outside world."
"Is that so...?" Derrick frowned, muttered to himself for a moment, then turned his head to look at the blurry figure in the gray mist at the top.
He wanted to ask Mr. Fool for some hints, but for a moment he didn't know how to start.
Noticing the gaze from "The Sun" Derrick, "The Fool" Klein pondered for a moment before speaking leisurely:
"Only you yourselves can save you."
Derrick pursed his lips, a complex expression on his face. "But...can we really do it on our own?"
"The Fool" Klein tapped the edge of the table lightly with his finger and said with a smile:
"Isn't the help you received from the tarot session the result of your own efforts?"
"Efforts made with the help of external forces are also a form of effort, but it is important to identify the right goals and be prepared to pay the corresponding price."
Derrick lowered his head and frowned, and the Tarot Club fell silent along with him.
After a long while, he looked up again at the "Fool" at the head of the table and said:
"I understand, Mr. Fool. Thank you for your hint."
Klein, the "Fool" shrouded in gray fog, nodded slightly to him, though he had no idea what the other had understood.
Having regained his composure, Derrick looked around before his gaze settled on Sirion, and he asked earnestly:
"Mr. Destiny, if I choose to confess some of my secrets to the Chief, how can I gain his trust? Should I just tell him directly?"
Cyril pondered for a moment, but found he couldn't come up with a good answer, so he passed the question on to the two who were more skilled in this area:
"Um... I think you should ask Miss Justice, who is a 'spectator,' and the 'Hanged Man,' who is very experienced in this area."
gentlemen."