Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 126: Hope of Silver City
The tall man raised his eyes, his expression gloomy, trying to maintain his dignity but still unable to hide his powerlessness and helplessness. He looked at his wife, thought of his son, stretched out a hand to cover the back of the woman's hand, patted it gently twice, and comforted her.

"Do you think the elders know?"

The man spoke.

The woman lowered her head and did not answer.

They all know the answer.

Even the best doctors in Silver City couldn't cure Derrick's parents' injuries, and they were practically dead. Yet, they recovered so quickly within a few days. The elders couldn't have failed to see the problem. Even if the elders hadn't approached them yet, they knew Derrick had definitely entered their sights.

"Since the elders haven't objected, it means things haven't gotten out of control yet," the man comforted his wife and himself. "Perhaps this really is the hope for the City of Silver."

The two were silent, neither of them knowing what Derrick's presence would bring to the City of Silver, hope, or deeper despair.

After a long pause, the man said with a firm resolve, "When Derrick returns, I'll go find the elders and tell them about this. This is a matter of great importance to the City of Silver, and I must tell them."

The woman looked at her husband, pursed her lips, and nodded heavily.

……

Lightning flashed continuously in the darkness, illuminating the Silver City with its pale light.

Derrick walked alone in the city, feeling depressed.

He had already been examined by a "psychoanalyst," and nothing was wrong. In fact, even if there was something wrong, a "psychoanalyst" wouldn't be able to detect it. Derrick and his parents understood that this was just a way to give themselves some psychological comfort.

Mr. Fool...

Derrick felt a little confused. The City of Silver hadn't received a response from the gods in a very long time.

He lowered his head, crossed the deserted streets of Silver City, and quickly returned home.

"Father, mother."

Derek opened the door and closed it behind him. His father and mother were waiting for him in the small, dim house.

"Derrick."

The tall father stood up, holding onto the table, and walked step by step to Derrick. "Is there anything unusual?"

"No," Derrick shook his head. "Nothing unusual."

"That's good, that's good," the man patted Derrick's shoulder firmly and said, "Wait here for me. I have something to go out for."

Derrick was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

During this time, in order to conceal Derrick's situation from those around them, Derrick's parents never left the house, and the neighbors did not know that the Bergs had recovered.

However, the elders of Silver City were particularly concerned about the residents of Silver City who were on the verge of death, and Derrick and his companions had no intention of hiding it from the elders, so the elders knew about this matter.

When facing the elders and choosing whether to conceal the truth, the Bergs were extremely nervous and conflicted. On one side was their son, and on the other was Silver City, but in the end they chose Silver City.

Fortunately, the elders did not take Derrick away by force.

No matter what the elders think, for the Bergs, the fact that their son is now safe is enough to make them cry with joy.

"Father," Derek grabbed his father's clothes and looked up at him, "Let me go."

"Do you know how to do that?"

As a father, he knew his son very well - Derrick would not lie.

Derrick froze for a moment, his grip on the clothes gradually loosening. The flickering candlelight flickered slightly, its dim warm light illuminating half of the boy's body, casting a partial shadow on him.

"Next time, you go." The man looked at his son with bright eyes, then turned around and left.

Taylor Berg looked up at the lightning in the sky and blinked uncomfortably. "Taylor?"

The Berg family's neighbors were extremely surprised to see Taylor Berg, whom they hadn't seen for a long time.

"Your injuries...are healed?"

Taylor coughed twice, his face pale, and he said weakly: "I can only barely live a normal life, but it's a miracle that I'm still alive."

"How's Lucy?" Laura asked with concern.

"Not very good," Taylor said helplessly, a look of relief on his face, "but thankfully, she's out of danger."

"Oh my God, congratulations, this is simply a blessing from God." Laura was extremely surprised and prayed happily for the Bergs.

"Yes, this is simply a blessing from God."

"How did you recover?" Laura asked curiously. Taylor could feel that the old man had no ill intentions.

"We have to thank the doctors in the City of Silver," Taylor coughed twice. "Although it's difficult to fully recover, at least we survived, right?"

"Yes," Laura curled her lips, genuinely happy for the Bergs. "As long as you're alive, it's good enough. You're a group of lucky children."

Taylor looked at the happy woman and said, "I have something important to do now. Goodbye, Ms. Laura."

"Oh, okay, goodbye, lucky man." Laura smiled, and the wrinkles on her face made her look unusually kind.

After saying goodbye to Ms. Laura, Taylor walked towards the Twin Towers of Silver City. His steps were slow and weak, and he seemed to be very weak.

Taylor Berg paused in front of the domes of the Twin Towers.

"Tyler."

A strange voice suddenly came from behind. Taylor turned around and saw a tall, bald, middle-aged man with a dark blue symbol tattooed on his head.

Taylor's eyes swept over the man's head, lingering on the dark green symbol for two seconds before he tentatively asked, "Elder Waite?"

Weite Hillmon nodded and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Yes," Taylor replied immediately, without hesitation, "It's very important."

"Yeah."

Elder White turned and motioned for Taylor to follow him.

Taylor immediately caught up with the elder, followed him into the Twin Towers, through the corridors, and into a room.

Elder Waite closed the door, nodded slightly and said, "You can tell me now."

Seeing the elders' reactions, Taylor knew that his guess was correct. The elders had already noticed what was happening with Derrick.

The man took a deep breath, organized his words, and said, "Derrick went back to his room to rest today. He slept for a while, and when he came out, he suddenly told us that Silver City's hope lies in the Giant King's Court."

Waite paused, raised his head, and stared at Taylor with sharp eyes.

Taylor continued, "I don't know the specifics. It seems to be just a dream of Derrick."

"Did anything unusual happen after Derrick returned to his room?" Waite asked. "What did he do in his room?"

"I don't know much. Derrick doesn't seem to be abnormal. We've already had him examined by a 'psychoanalyst.' He went back to his room to sleep, but he slept more deeply than before. We called him twice but couldn't wake him up."

Strictly speaking, Taylor didn't lie. He really didn't know. He just added some subjective judgments that were favorable to Derrick.

Waite was silent for a few seconds, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, he said, "I know."

(End of this chapter)