Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 100 The Land Abandoned by God
"The sun..."

The Fool chuckled softly, his tone vague and uncertain, and he was filled with the aura of a fortune teller.

"Great God..." Derrick opened his mouth, "I choose to hand over the knowledge after receiving your gift. I will perform the ceremony immediately after leaving."

The Fool nodded. You can call me The Fool.

Derrick was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Yes, Mr. Fool."

Eve glanced at Klein, her lips moved a few times, and she began to explain Klein's prayer ritual and the general information of the Tarot Club to Derrick.

After a while, Klein saw that the two had almost finished their conversation and said, "I'll notify you before the party starts. Find a deserted place within a thousand heartbeats and wait there. I'll pull you in."

Klein speculated that the "Sun" might have come from the God-Forsaken Land. His timeline should be different from mine, so it would be safer to notify them myself.

"Yes."

Klein cut off contact with Derrick and sent him back.

"Congratulations," Eve leaned back, half leaning on the bronze chair, "you've tricked another member."

Fooling around...

How can you say that the gods are just a scam? Even if the gods are fake...

Klein retorted, mumbling in his mind.

He looked at the crimson star in front of him, then at Eve below him. Thinking about how Eve had behaved in front of Derrick, he half-jokingly said, "Do you think...will he mistakenly think you're my Blessed One?"

After all, in Derrick’s eyes, the Queen respected the Fool very much and could even communicate with him alone.

To ordinary people, communicating with gods alone is a privilege enjoyed only by those who follow them.

"Maybe." Eve said indifferently.

"Although they don't dare to ask directly, they'll definitely be able to figure things out after spending more time with you." Klein leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Perhaps they'll think you're my Blessed One in the future."

"What's the big deal? I don't mind." Eve waved her hand and said nonchalantly, "In the Tarot Club, I define myself as a Favored One. Hmm... but in my definition, I should be my Favored One."

"I mind it," Klein said immediately. "A fake god brother has a real god sister as his beloved. Don't you think that's too much to complain about?"

As they spoke, an illusory door slowly formed in front of the two of them.

Klein immediately stood up and took out the potion hidden behind the bronze chair. It was delivered during the two people's experimental ceremony.

He used his spiritual power to push open the door of sacrifice and sent the potion in.

After doing all this, Klein sat back down.

"Perhaps we could reveal a little about the relationship between The Fool and the Chaos Witch," Eve suggested. "Then with a little guidance, they might guess that I was inserted into the Tarot Club by the Chaos Witch. If you then insert another Follower into the Tarot Club, then your identity as a Follower of the Chaos Witch would be confirmed."

The number of seats in the Tarot Club is fixed. If two "Fool" followers are invited to join the Tarot Club at the same time, it will cause a waste of resources. After all, one follower can represent all the followers to attend the Tarot Club, and even one seat can be used by all the followers.

"Followers, how could I have any followers?" Klein complained. "Others may not know, but don't you?"

"If we reveal our relationship..." Klein rested his chin on his hand and looked at Eve. "What kind of relationship? Siblings?" "Of course, there's nothing to hide about this," Eve shrugged. "Even if I don't say it now, I'll reveal it later."

"In the future? Are you planning something I don't know about?" Klein looked at Eve suspiciously, distrust written all over his face.

"You still don't believe me, sister?" Eve said proudly, "That kind of thing definitely happened."

Klein felt ashamed, wondering what that guy was so proud of.

……

Inside the narrow and dim wooden house, dim lights cast a shadow over the simple wooden bed, creating a safe area.

"Father, mother..."

Derrick stood in front of the bed, tightly gripping the potion in his hand. He looked down at his parents lying on the bed. The young man stroked the smooth bottle with his hand, hesitated for two seconds, and finally took a deep breath, bent down, and fed the potion to his parents.

His heart was beating so hard, over and over again, that Derrick couldn't help but hold his breath. He watched his parents nervously.

A groan was heard, and the intense itching caused by the healing wound suddenly woke Derrick's parents.

Lightning flashed, and the pale white light shone into the house, then quickly dissipated. The room was flickering, and only the candlelight continued to provide light and safety.

"Father, Mother!" Seeing his parents wake up, tears immediately overflowed from his eyes. Derrick raised his arm and wiped his tears away. His voice trembled slightly as he asked with some anticipation, "Father, Mother, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

The Bergs turned their heads with difficulty and looked at Derrick. Derrick's father moved his lips a few times and said in a weak voice, "The wound is itchy, you..." He glanced at the transparent container in Derrick's hand. There were still a few drops of transparent blood-red liquid at the bottom of the bottle.

Derrick noticed his father's gaze and then reacted, subconsciously hiding the bottle behind him.

"Uh...this is..."

The boy took the bottle out again after some hesitation, holding the neck of the bottle tightly with both hands, "It's me..."

The boy was not good at lying. He looked at his parents in panic, hesitating for a long time but saying nothing.

Derrick's father stared at his son for a long moment. Then he opened his mouth and asked, "Is this medicine found in the ruins of another city-state?"

"Ah? Yes, yes."

Derrick's mother slowly turned her head and looked at the rooftop. Tears quietly slid down her cheeks and into her hair.

The surrounding ruins had long been explored, so how could a good medicine be found suddenly? She knew her son, Derrick must have done something unspeakable, but she couldn't blame Derrick.

"Derrick." The father struggled to reach out from under the quilt, raising his hand as if to touch Derrick. Seeing this, the boy immediately bent down. Derrick's father placed his hand on his son's hand and patted it gently twice. His serious injuries left him without strength, so his pats were unusually light yet powerful.

"Derrick, never betray the City of Silver."

Derrick stared blankly at his parents, then slowly bent down and rested his forehead on the back of his father's hand.

"I will never betray the City of Silver."

(End of this chapter)