Chapter 137 City of Silver

City of Silver, Mortuary Hall.

Derrick stood in front of the steps, looking forward with red eyes, looking at his parents lying in two coffins.

There was a simple silver straight sword stuck on the stone slab in front of him, and the straight sword shook slightly amidst the thunder that shook the house from time to time.

The Bergers inside the coffin hadn't really died yet. They struggled to keep their eyes open, panting weakly and sometimes violently, but in the eyes of some people, their lives were irrepressibly bleak and irreversibly bleak.

"Derrick, let's do it!" An old man wearing a black robe and holding a hard cane looked at the young man with a distorted face, and said in a deep voice.

"No, no, no!" The brown-haired Derrick shook his head continuously, taking a step back every time he uttered a word, and at the end, he screamed like his heart was being torn apart and his lungs were being ripped open.

Boom!

The old man swung his cane and said:

"Do you want the whole city to die for your parents?"

"You should be very clear that we are the people of darkness abandoned by the gods, and we can only live in this place full of curses. All the dead will become terrifying evil spirits. No matter what method is used, it is difficult to reverse, except, except People of the same blood will end their lives with their own hands!"

"Why? Why?" Derrick asked, shaking his head in bewilderment and despair, "Why are the people of our City of Silver destined to kill their fathers and mothers right from birth..."

The old man closed his eyes, as if recalling what he had experienced in the past: "...This is our fate, this is our curse, this is God's will..."

"Draw your sword, Derrick, this is a respect for your parents."

"After that, when you calm down, you can try to become a blood warrior."

Berg in the coffin wanted to speak, but after heaving his chest a few times, he could only make a loud noise.

Derrick took a difficult step, returned to the side of the silver straight sword, and stretched out his right hand tremblingly.

The cold touch spread to his brain, reminding him of the blood ice his father brought back when he went out hunting. Just a piece the size of a palm can keep the room cool for several days.

In front of his eyes flashed the stern father who taught swordsmanship, the kind father who patted the dust on his back, the gentle mother who mended the clothes, and the mutated monster who stood in front of him. The brave mother flashed a picture of the family gathered together, sharing food with flickering candles...

Woo... He made an extremely suppressed and extremely low voice from his throat, and with a sudden force with his right hand, he pulled out the straight sword.

Thumb up!

He lowered his head, rushed forward, raised his straight sword high, and stabbed it heavily.

what! With a scream of pain, blood splashed out, onto Derrick's face, and into his eyes.

His vision was bright red, he drew his straight sword, and plunged into the coffin next to him.

The sharp metal pierced through the flesh, Derrick let go of his hand, and stood up staggeringly.

He didn't go to look at the situation inside the two coffins, he stumbled out of the mortuary hall as if being chased by an evil spirit, his hands were clenched tightly, his teeth were biting fiercely, the blood on his face was washed away There were faint traces.

"Hey..." The old man who watched all this sighed.

Stone pillars were erected on the streets of the City of Silver, and lanterns were hung above the stone pillars, and unburned candles were placed inside the lanterns.

There is no sun, no moon, no stars in the sky here, only constant darkness and lightning that tears everything apart.

Relying on the light of lightning, the citizens of the City of Silver travel on dark roads, and the few hours when the lightning subsides every day are considered by them to be the real night in the legend. At this time, candles are needed to illuminate the city , dispel the darkness, and guard against monsters.

Derrick walked through the street with his eyes straight, without thinking about his destination at all, but as he walked, he found that he had returned to the door of his house.

He took out the key, unlocked the padlock, and pushed the door. He saw everything he was familiar with, but he didn't hear his mother's concerned voice, nor did he encounter his father's scolding for running around. The room was empty and deserted.

Derrick gritted his teeth again, quickly returned to his room, and searched again to find the crystal ball that his father said was a long-destroyed city-state used to sacrifice to the gods.

He knelt down, facing the crystal ball, begged without any hope, and begged in pain:

"Great god, please turn your attention to this place that you have abandoned."

"Great god, please let us people of darkness get rid of the curse of fate."

"I am willing to dedicate my life to you, to please you with my blood."

...

Over and over again, just when he was completely desperate and wanted to stand up, he saw a crimson light erupting from the pure crystal ball.

The light was like flowing water, instantly submerging Derrick.

When he initially regained consciousness, he found that he was standing in a majestic palace supported by huge stone pillars. In front of him was an ancient and mottled bronze long table, and on the opposite side of the long table was a figure shrouded in thick gray mist.

In addition, the surroundings are empty, misty, and empty, and the bottom is filled with an invisible gray-white mist and unreal crimson light spots.

A flame called hope was ignited in Derrick's heart, he looked at the figure on the seat in front of him blankly and doubtfully and said:

"You, are you a god?"

After asking, he suddenly remembered a sentence in the general education book of the City of Silver, and quickly lowered his head.

That sentence is:

"Do not look directly at God!"

Klein leaned back, crossed his hands, and replied in a giant language leisurely and relaxedly:

"I'm not a god, I'm just a fool interested in a long history."

Having already tapped his left tooth twice, he found that the surface layer of the astral body deep in the etheric body of the boy in front of him was mottled and not uniform.

This shows that the other party is not a Extraordinary yet.

The Fool... Derrick chewed on this word, and after a long silence, he said with difficulty:

"Whether you are a god or a fool, my prayer will not change. I hope that everyone in the City of Silver will get rid of the curse of fate. I hope that the sun described in those books will appear in the sky. If, if possible, I also hope that My parents were able to come back to life."

Hey, I'm not a wishing machine... Klein let go of his hands and said with a smile:

"Why should I help you?"

Derrick was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time before he said:

"I will give my soul and I will please you with my blood."

"I'm not interested in the blood and souls of mortals." Klein smiled and shook his head, watching the young man's emotions turn into despair.

Without waiting for the other party to speak again, he said leisurely:

"But I can give you a chance."

"I am a fool who likes equal exchange. You can use everything you can get from me to get what you want from other people who are similar to you. Note that the value must be equal..."

"This can make you stronger, and maybe one day, you can rely on yourself to free the City of Silver from the curse, and make the sky reappear too **** According to the other party's description just now, he is sure that the City of Silver will be In the so-called land abandoned by gods.

Of course, he is not yet 100% sure. After all, according to religious records, the state of the sky without the sun still existed in the first era, the era of chaos. After all, no one knows whether there is a Northern Continent other than the Land Abandoned by God. A strange place unknown to the nations.

Derrick listened quietly, lowered his head in silence, and answered after a while:

"I want to be the 'Sun', and I want to get the potion formula of its initial sequence from you."

Sequence, potion, "sun"...the sequence path mastered by the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun...it seems that they are indeed in the same world...

And the word sequence was born after the first blasphemous slate was born, that is, at the end of the second era of darkness... In other words, if the City of Silver is really in the "Land Abandoned by God", it means that this area is at least It was only at the end of the Second Epoch that it was separated from the North and South Continents...

Could this be related to the catastrophe of the third era? According to the legend, the Goddess of the Night, the Mother of the Earth, and the God of War were born, and together with the Lord of Storms, the Eternal Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, they blessed mankind through the catastrophe... Klein got a lot of information from the other party's words.

But it was hard for him to listen, and it was even harder to organize the language, because he was not so proficient in the giant language.

Fortunately, the ancient Feysac language was directly derived from the giant language, and in this regard, Klein is barely an expert, so he has made rapid progress in mastering the giant language, and now he will not show timidity.

Klein kept his posture unchanged, and replied in a flat tone:

"This transaction can be put in the next two days, you'd better not go out, try not to stay in the same room with other people."

He didn't know what the time unit of the City of Silver was, and he didn't know how to convert it to the time of the Loen Kingdom in the Northern Continent, so he could only generalize it as tomorrow, and tell the other party after the Tarot Gathering. this……

As for the unit "sky", because it exists in the giant language, Klein thinks that even if the City of Silver doesn't use it to count, the other party should understand what it means.

"...Okay, I will obey your orders." Derrick answered with his head down, without raising any objections.

Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief, tapped his finger on the edge of the table and said:

"Before sending you back, let's complete the equivalent exchange just now. I gave you a powerful opportunity, and you have to pay the corresponding price."

"I said that I am a fool who loves long history. What I ask for in exchange is the history of the City of Silver, which you know."

Derrick thought for a while, and replied in a low voice:

"I'll describe it as it is."

"The City of Silver has existed since the creator of everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God, abandoned this land. No, it existed before that, but it was still called the Country of Silver."

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