Chapter 165: The Chief’s Hint

Chapter 165: The Chief’s Hint

At the top of the round tower, inside the room belonging to the Chief Elder of the six-member council.

Colin Iliad possessed a build that could be considered tall even by the standards of the City of Silver. His graying hair was disheveled and poorly tended, and the nasolabial folds on his face were deep. Elsewhere, however, there were no wrinkles—only old scars, some twisted, some profound.

He wore a linen shirt beneath a brown coat, and around his waist was a belt divided into many small compartments. His light-blue eyes were aged and deep, as though filled with countless stories.

After Derrick finished saluting, this Demon Hunter gave a slight nod and pointed to the items placed on the table diagonally ahead.

“Do you still remember them?”

Derrick looked over. His gaze suddenly froze, and reflected in his eyes were two small translucent worms, each only as thick as a child’s finger.

Worms of Time!

Worms of Time made of transparent ring after transparent ring!

Worms of Time originating from an avatar of Blasphemer Amon!

“I remember,” Derrick said after a second of silence, instinctively giving an answer. “They are things left behind by Amon.”

Colin Iliad nodded almost imperceptibly.

“One of them was even coughed out by you.”

Without waiting for Derrick to speak, he continued in a slow, heavy voice, “You once said that when Amon possessed you, most of the time you were in a dazed state, as though dreaming. You were only occasionally lucid.”

Facing the Chief’s steady gaze, Derrick nodded repeatedly, indicating that he had indeed described it in that way.

Colin Iliad moved his eyes away and looked out the window, gazing down at the nearby buildings.

“I do not believe I ever told you what you did during that period.

“You held two rituals in succession. One contained elements of a covenant, while the other resembled an offering. Both received a certain response. Do you have any impression of what happened at the time?”

As expected. When I prayed to Mr. Fool for help and used the covenant ritual to purify Amon’s avatar, I was being watched as well…

Derrick was not too surprised by the Chief’s words. Under the Hanged Man’s guidance, he had already followed the line of thought that the elders of the City of Silver were all highly experienced and would not simply release someone abnormal without further precautions. From that, he had reached the conclusion that he had been under surveillance ever since leaving the dungeon. Later, when someone emerged from the shadows to stop him during the sacrificial ritual, that conclusion had been preliminarily confirmed.

“…I have no real impression,” Derrick said, pretending to think before shaking his head.

Colin, who had only been observing him from the corner of his eye, turned back and sighed.

“Think carefully again.

“These two worms left behind by Amon are highly valuable materials. I have been searching for a way to make use of them. If they can secretly be made into some item, that will become a trump card no one else knows about, one capable of playing a crucial role at a crucial moment.

“Among the two rituals you experienced, perhaps there were symbolic signs, ancient incantations, or mysticism elements that can be referenced.

“Think carefully again.”

If this had been the Derrick of the past, he would definitely have understood only the surface meaning of the Chief’s words. But now, at this very moment, he could already slowly, after a delay of a few seconds, “translate” those words into the sentences hidden beneath, the ones not directly expressed:

“I know you still have a certain connection to Amon.

“We are about to open the mausoleum of the former Chief. I must prepare an additional measure against accidents, a trump card that can stop Lovia and the being she represents—the Fallen Creator—from endangering the City of Silver. Hurry and try to communicate. See whether you can receive help, or provide the details of the earlier…