Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 417 One Cannot Look Directly at God

But seeing more often means facing more dangers.

Even if Senator Rijjod under the bridge were a demigod, he might not be able to withstand it.

As his thoughts wandered, Klein suddenly thought of a somewhat outrageous possibility:

The next time he saw Senator Rijold, the other man glanced at him out of curiosity as to why the luck that had been bestowed upon him had failed, and then, unable to bear the terror, fell seriously injured again.

This seems not impossible. Judging from the performance of this group, everything about them is tied to fate. Once their luck hits rock bottom, they will naturally encounter all sorts of bad luck.

As he drifted into thought, the people at the tarot gathering fell silent, with only the "Hermit" woman's low, painful moans echoing softly.

Emlyn the Moon, Derrick the Sun, Fors the Magician, and Audrey the Justice looked somewhat bewildered at the Hermit, who suddenly screamed and trembled uncontrollably.

After a moment of silence, they turned to look at the "Fool" at the head of the table.

They could guess that the "Hermit's" sudden display of pain was related to the "Fool," but they had no idea what had happened in that brief moment.

Only Alger, the "Hanged Man," glanced thoughtfully at Mr. Fool at the head of the table, before hurriedly lowering his head again.

A phrase that had left a deep impression on him suddenly flashed through his mind, and he said it aloud: "Do not look directly at God!"

Do not look directly at God...

"Moon," "Justice," and the others were all startled, subconsciously looking at Mr. "Fool," and then hurriedly lowering their heads just like Alger had done earlier.

Upon hearing this, Cyril turned his head to look at the "Hanged Man," then looked at Klein at the head of the table, and silently opened his mouth towards him.

6!

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Klein glanced at him expressionlessly, then, to avoid further annoyance, chose to look away from the light and instead looked at the still-uncomfortable "Hermit" lady.

He gently shook his right hand, which was resting under the bronze table, and something that resembled both a heart and a brain leaped out of the gray mist and landed in his hand.

Under the suppression of the gray fog, he easily activated the power of this "manipulator" trait.

A word of "comfort" was offered to the "hermit" lady.

Beside the mottled long table, the slightly trembling body of "Hermit" Cattleya quickly slowed down.

She wiped the blood from her face, straightened up, and looked down at the edge of the mottled long table.

She took a breath and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Thank you for your mercy, Mr. 'Fool,' I will not make the same mistake again."

"Ha... The Fool" Klein tapped the edge of the table lightly with his finger, making a soft tapping sound.

The next second, Cattleya felt her body lighten, and all her discomfort disappeared. At the same time, the glasses on her nose magically reappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the Fool's emotionless voice echoed in her ears: "This is the first time; remember to apply first for things like this."

"Yes, Mr. Fool."

Cattleya lowered her head even further, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Mr. Fool doesn't intend to pursue this matter any further. His words just now also mean that I can continue to use the Emperor's diary to exchange for the answers the Queen needs from Mr. Fool. However, I can no longer be as reckless as before. The fact that the Queen became an angel made me make some irrational judgments and actions.

As her thoughts drifted, she thoughtfully looked up at "Destiny," who sat across the mottled long table with an air of nonchalance.

For a fleeting moment, I seemed to see something similar in Mr. Fool to Fate, yet there were many differences.

Are they adjacent paths, or is there a relationship between them that I don't understand?

While she was deep in thought, "The Fool" Klein had already turned to "Justice" Audrey and calmly asked, "Miss 'Justice,' what do you wish to exchange those two pages of Russell's diary for?"

Audrey shook her head: "No, no need. This is a way of repaying you for the shelter you provided me last time."

She was referring to the time she explored the ocean of the collective unconscious with Mr. "Fate." To guard against any accidents, she prayed to Mr. "Fool" beforehand and received his attention.

Klein nodded slightly and said nothing more.

If everyone were as sensible as Miss "Justice".

He sighed inwardly, then said calmly, "You may begin."

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"The Sun," Derrick looked around and, seeing no one speak, raised his hand first: "I need the potion recipe for Sequence 6 of the 'Sun' pathway. I can exchange it for extraordinary materials of equal value, or historical and mythological information about Silver City."

Stop mentioning the history and myths of your Silver City; they are all slander. The history recorded by our vampire clan is the true history!

Emlyn muttered to himself, quite displeased, "The Moon."

Klein glanced subconsciously at Sirion to his side, and he thought of the ascetic Snowman in Grossell's Travels and Orpheus, the second mate on the Golden Dream.

Before Cyril could respond, he manipulated the "world" to speak first: "I know where it is, I can ask for you."

Derrick's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected such a simple response. He sincerely thanked "The World," saying, "Okay, thank you, Mr. 'The World.'"

Alger the Hanged Man glanced at Cyril, hesitated for a moment, but still did not ask to purchase the recipe for the "Ocean Singer" potion.

He had recently purchased a magical item from a "craftsman" he knew, and his savings were not abundant. Moreover, due to spending a lot of time with the crew, his progress in digesting the "Windbringer" potion had been slow.

I need to find a chance to get away from them for a while, or at least make sure they don't notice me, otherwise I won't have much of a chance to digest the potion.

As he pondered, his inner light swept gently over the crowd, and he said, "Is there any way to make people fall asleep without them noticing, or to reduce their attention, so that I can slip away unnoticed?"

"That's easy, I can create a 'Psychological Invisibility' talisman..." In a flash, Klein manipulated his alternate account, "The World," and said, "I can provide a talisman with the 'Psychological Invisibility' effect."

"This is not true invisibility, but rather the elimination of one's presence, placing one in a blind spot of attention. Once the interaction with the surroundings becomes stronger, it will inevitably be exposed."

Alger frowned. If he wanted to leave the ship quietly at sea, he would have to rely on the abilities of the "Wind Favored Ones," and using extraordinary abilities would undoubtedly destroy the effect of "Psychological Invisibility."

He paused, then shook his head and asked, "Are there any other ways?"

After a moment's thought, "World" said, "The 'Dream Entering' spell can pull people within a hundred-meter radius into a dream."

"People with strong inspiration might notice it. Also, if you affect multiple targets at once, the effect will be reduced. In addition, it takes time and a process, and it cannot be completed all at once."

Alger shook his head slightly. This was also inappropriate. There were quite a few crew members on the "Azure Avenger." If one of them was accidentally missed, there would be no way to explain it.

"The Moon," Emlyn recalled for a moment and said, "I know of a paralyzing drug that can make a person fall asleep without them even realizing it, and they won't notice anything afterward."

"Its maximum effect is the kind of Sequence 9 that primarily strengthens the body."

After a brief moment's thought, Alger nodded and asked, "How much?"

Emlyn shook his head slightly: "I haven't paid much attention, but I can ask for you. It shouldn't be more than 10 pounds."

"it is good."

After the conversation between the two ended, no one raised any further requests during the subsequent transaction process.

Some people don't have an urgent need right now, while others have a need but are unable to ask because they lack the funds.

Klein glanced around and silently sighed in his heart:

Sure enough, as everyone gradually moved away from the lower ranks, the speed of advancement slowed down, and the frequency of transactions also dropped rapidly.

Once everyone's skill level improves further, it might take one or two months to have a successful trade.

Composing himself, he nodded slightly, indicating that they would proceed to the free discussion session.

"Justice" Audrey immediately looked at "The Sun" Derrick, whom she had noticed earlier seemed to have something on his mind.

After a brief silence, Derrick looked around at everyone and said, "Elder Lovia has been released. I met her in the library."

The "Shepherd" elder, Lovia, whose entire exploration team was corrupted by the "True Creator"?

Why did the six-member council of Silver City release this obviously problematic person?

Could it be that she has accomplices in Silver City, or that she was actually lucky enough not to be corrupted by the "true creator"?

A series of questions flashed through Audrey's mind, then she heard Mr. "The Hanged Man" ask very calmly, "Has your chief already returned to Silver City?"

"Yes." Derrick, the "Sun," nodded.

Elder Lovia? Chief?

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of "The Hermit" Cattleya, but she did not ask any questions. Instead, she sat quietly and listened.

At this moment, Fors, the "magician" sitting next to her, suddenly spoke up: "Mr. 'Sun,' could it be that this is the case?"

"Your team, led by your chief, has found the path to the outside world that the little boy Jack spoke of, but it can only be opened or opened with the power of the true God, the Creator?"

"That's why your chief decided to release the shepherd after returning to Silver City," Elder Lovia said...

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"No." Before she could finish speaking, Cyril interrupted her.

The latter chuckled softly and shook his head slightly, saying, "If the power of the 'True Creator' truly had such an effect, then the Forsaken Land would have long been the Aurora Society's private domain."

"Those madmen no longer need to create terrorist attacks and initiation rituals to try and summon the true creator."

A land forsaken by God!!

"The Hermit" Gadriya paused slightly, her gaze turning to Cyril with surprise and astonishment, before finally looking at "The Sun".

Derrick.

Is the Silver City, where the "Sun" resides, located in the legendary land abandoned by the gods?

One of the members of the Tarot Club is from the land of the forsaken God!

That was a place even the gods couldn't find, yet Mr. Fool was able to reach it and even bring the people there to the Tarot Club.

No wonder his clothing style is completely different from that of the North and South Continents; no wonder there are so many monsters near Silver City that have almost disappeared from the outside world; no wonder he always mentions the history and mythology of Silver City.

Furthermore, judging from what "Fate" just said, is the "True Creator" also in the Forsaken Land?

Since the Fifth Age, the Seven Gods have resided high in the Star Realm. Unexpectedly, the Land Forsaken by the Gods is still in an era where humans and gods coexist, and the one who is the god is an evil god.

The Elder Lovia they just mentioned seems to have been corrupted by the "True Creator." She was originally imprisoned, but was released after the Chief returned to Silver City.

At this moment, Gadriya felt a strong curiosity about the Silver City where the "Sun" was located, and at the same time, she was surprised by the Tarot Club.

This kind of astonishment is like seeing kindergarten children discussing bank bonds and stocks; their identities and the topics they are discussing are completely incompatible.

At the same time, seeing a group of low- to mid-level beings discussing the "true creator" so naturally inexplicably undermined her confidence as a powerful being.

Emlyn, the "Moon" opposite her, was equally surprised and stunned, but quickly calmed down.

In the land forsaken by God, an elder corrupted and fallen by the "true creator" is worthy of being called "Mr. Fool".

Just like me, Emlyn White, the future savior of the vampires!

Cyril suddenly turned his head. Although Mr. Moon beside him didn't say anything or even show much expression, he had a feeling that the other party was making some kind of childish remarks.

A normal person should be shocked and then contemplative like the "Hermit" lady, instead of gazing off with their chin up like Emlyn.

Forget it, vampires aren't human.

On the other side of the mottled long table, after thinking seriously for a while, "Justice" Audrey asked with some doubt: "If it wasn't because of the discovery during this exploration, why did the chief of Silver City release Elder Lovia?"

"Even if Elder Lovia is not in any danger at all, she shouldn't have been released so quickly."

Cyril subconsciously glanced at "Sun" on his right... Of course, he couldn't put all his bets on "Sun".

Perhaps the chief was thinking that if I used the séance to go to Silver City again, he would have the "Shepherd" elder test me.

He withdrew his gaze and chuckled, saying, "A mature leader certainly cannot place all his bets on one person."

"The Hanged Man," Alger immediately chimed in, "'Fate' is right, but for your chief, for the Silver City that hasn't received a divine response for over a thousand years, there's no fundamental difference between 'The True Creator,' 'The Blasphemer' Amon, or Mr. 'The Fool.'"

At this point, he glanced cautiously at Mr. Fool at the head of the table and explained, "I'm referring to the mindset of the Silver City when they suddenly came into contact with a great being, and the fact that they don't understand the truth."

The Fool chuckled softly: "It's nothing."