The sun submerged into the sea, dusk spread out the sky, and the night was tacitly connected, shrouding the mysterious veil in the giant's royal court.

In a hall covered by hidden power, eleven figures flashed out of thin air in the clear light of the torch, except for a woman in a cascading black dress who was herself hidden in the night fog, and a man with black curly hair and shadowy eyes. It was only at this moment that they were relieved to remove their disguises and take their seats at the dark red table, leaving the top two benches automatically for women in black dresses and men with shadowy eyes.

"Why is there one more?"

The Medici occupied the second chair on the left side of the head, next to Ulorius, and at a glance he saw the empty chair at the end of the opposite side, and cast a questioning glance at the top of the head.

Amanisis curled a subtle smile behind the veil, and although the Medici couldn't really see his expression, he subconsciously tensed his nerves - as a conspirator at the top of the hunter's sequence, he could almost intuitively tell who was a careerist and who was a fat-headed idiot, and this she-wolf, who not only plotted against Fregel, but also slaughtered the whole family, undoubtedly belonged to the former, so even if he was as cunning as Medici, he had to be vigilant.

The left hand of the Creator, the vice-ruler of heaven, the dark angel Sasriel solemnly spoke—

"We are redeeming ourselves and maintaining the balance of this world......

"Divide and divergence are undoubtedly the most basic order...... That's what He thinks......"

"Admittedly, we all have our own dark thoughts and desires, but it's very normal......"

"Death and blood will be inevitable...... We are ...... in the name of 'Redeeming Roses'"

His voice echoed through every corner of the council chamber, solemn as if he were His being, the countenance of the all-knowing and all-powerful Creator when he proclaimed his oracle to the world, and the full hall of true gods and angelic kings could not help but hold their breath and wait for the end of his words.

"So, let's get to the first item of the day." After Sasriel finished speaking, Amanisis continued, "We will decide today whether or not to let the true god of the Hermit Path, the Hidden Sage, join the 'Rose of Redemption'. ”

As soon as these words came out, Badhair's face immediately became uneasy. In his opinion, the most suitable description of a hidden sage is "unruly", for he only relies on fancy visions—deer, birds, and flowers—to win the exclamation of mortals, just as a street performer earns money by singing, dancing or juggling, and makes the majesty of the gods disappear, a grotesque and stupid fellow!

Of course, the real reason for his displeasure was that the hidden sage relied on these "unpopular" means to spread his faith quickly to the north, so that his followers fell behind in their missions.

The Goddess of Harvest glanced at her titular son, and after a moment of silence, asked, "What do you know about the Hidden Sage?" ”

As "Eumibela", he should have known very little about the hidden sage, but as "Lilith", he had already received some answers from Amanisis, and now he was only symbolically initiating a discussion. Although he was in competition with Thoth during his missionary work in the Northern Continent, he did not have the same strong contempt and disgust as Badhair, in fact he was quite fond of those "unruly" methods, as the former god of beauty, he favored all things beautiful and elegant, such as pearl and gemstone jewelry, beautifully embroidered skirts, fragrant gardens, and the singing and dancing of wandering entertainers...... If it weren't for the hermit's quick move, he would have wanted to bring the Gabians to please him! Lilith sighed covertly, the giant was so rough that it was unbearable for him to stand by comparison.

"I have not heard of such a person in the entire Second Age." Salinger said conservatively, glancing at Amanisis meaninglessly.

The reticent Tolzner echoed vaguely, looking at Medici from behind the layers of bandages...... Feet cocked on the table.

The kings of angels who serve the Creator need to know better, after all, they had a brief encounter with the protagonist of the topic in the kingdom of the Lord a hundred years ago, and they all felt that the other person was a good character. Medici, as Thoth's former boss, undoubtedly knew the most—it could be seen from his smiling face, but because of his arrogant sitting posture, those present were reluctant to take the initiative to ask questions, until Sasriel tapped his finger on the table, and Medici condescendingly said, "You can think of him as an old god who has awakened." ”

"Like the other Old Gods, he was crazy most of the time before, and only recently has he become more normal." At this point, Medici shifted his words, "As for why you haven't heard much of Him, it's either because you've heard that His existence has fallen, or because He is already very good at hiding - after all, He is called 'Hermit'. ”

When Medici said that he was "very good at hiding", Sasliel smiled wryly, and if it weren't for his body pulling the hermit out of the rock crevice, the other party might have been asleep until the next era.

Or maybe it's because he's not very aggressive. Medici silently added in his heart that he was still a large honeycomb coal at the beginning, and even if Leodro and I split so many of his "bodies", he still didn't say a word, and disappeared without even letting go of a fart...... Of course, it could also be because we are not adjacent to Him and do not know what it is like to be governed by the aggregate instinct?

"But I was kept in the dark for a long time...... Orochi, you are highly inspired, did you notice anything when you first met Thoth? ”

With the help of telepathic communication, Medici was able to whisper to Ulorius in a grand manner. Ulorius, who seemed to be distracted, replied, "Perhaps the Lord intended to make Him look ordinary, so I didn't have the idea of 'scrutinizing' in the first place." ”

"And after that?" Medici refers to Thoth after he recovers his person.

"Because of the personal gap, and the fact that He has something like 'hidden' authority, I can't directly peek into His fate." Ulorius turned, "But I painted for him. ”

"Wait, I don't quite understand what you mean?"

"The painting and His spells...... Or rather, it has to do with the knowledge he has. Although I can't know the specifics, I can feel that the knowledge is quite valuable. Ulorius paused, "The last time I felt something like that was when I was blasphemous to the slate. ”

"Because it's ancient, it's precious?"

"Not only ancient, but dangerous."