After the tarot meeting, the gray fog dissipated and a gentle light reappeared.

"The Sun" Derick Berg sat up from his bed, looking at the mushrooms that were constantly shining in the corner of the room, but he thought of the cross on the bronze table.

Mr. "Fool" said that it was a relic of the ancient sun god......

In the days when the darkness never dissipated, Silver City has continued to believe in "the creator of all things, the all-knowing and all-powerful God", and has continued to believe for more than 2,500 years.

The faith had never changed, and even though their gods had never answered any prayers, the lost inhabitants had never wavered in the face of dangerous darkness and monsters from the outside world—at least never in Silver City.

Darek slowly clenched his fists against his heart, as if he was holding his heart through his chest, and the hot blood in it was flowing down his fingertips.

The faces of his parents lying in the coffin seemed to appear in front of him again, and since this light mushroom was planted everywhere, some effect that was not a side effect was quickly noticed, and the dream under the light would change.

In those dreams that are as real as reality, people will always dream of people and things in their hearts, which is a sweet dream that is sheltered and comforted, although it will not affect the quality of sleep, but when you wake up, it will be full of nostalgia or sentimentality.

And Darek will see his parents again, and the dream will be different every time.

Sometimes, in the dream, he was still a child, anxious to prepare for the general education exam, and there was a mess of leather paper on his desk. As soon as Darik stepped out of the bedroom door, he would see his parents sitting at the dining table, and the baked black pastry was on the table, waiting for him to sit down.

Sometimes, Derrick carries his "Thor's Roar" and prepares to go out with the exploration team to say goodbye to his parents who are tidying up the house—they are still there in the dream, and they will always be, as if they were still alive and standing behind him.

It's just that Derick is no longer the child who needs his parents' hands to move forward, and every time he arrives at this moment, he will be extremely awake in his dreams, knowing that he has lost his loved ones who love him the most forever.

His mother would smile comfortingly and tell Derrick to stay safe, while his father would pat him on the shoulder and tell him that he was already a warrior on his own, and that they were both proud of him.

The first time he dreamed of such a scene, Darik woke up with tears in his eyes, but the next few times, he opened his eyes with a smile of anticipation on his face.

The dream is illusory, everyone understands it, but the hope it brings is truly rooted in the hearts of the residents of Silver City.

A very distant light is lit in the depths of darkness, and the crumbling city can continue to survive, waiting for the day when someone will actually lift the lamp, hold it high, and lead the city out of the darkness.

The white lightning tore through the black canopy, as if pulling out an ugly white scar, but it would soon disappear again, torn apart by another lightning, and the frequent staggered lightning heralded the arrival of the "white day" every day.

Darek was still hesitant in his heart, he hoped to exchange the cross, he felt obligated to inform the Chief of the existence of the object, but he felt that there was too much selfishness in it.

After all, the cross could be used as a material for the "Sun" pathway, and Derrick himself had a need, which made him very embarrassed to speak to the Chief.

Darek imagined what advice he might give to him, or what tone he might use to say it, such as "justice" or "hanged man", but he felt that he didn't know what to do.

In the confusion, he raised the "roar of Thor" and stepped out of his house and onto the street.

As far as the eye could see, there were huge glowing mushrooms lined up in neat rows, often decorated with the black-faced grass that everyone was familiar with, the only safe source of food for Silver City.

This is the season of the great harvest of black-faced grass, and it is also the festival of worship to the creator of Silver City, and it is one of the few times when people can celebrate during the difficult years of survival, and everyone will be happy from the bottom of their hearts - no one likes to go hungry, and the fact that black-faced grass can fill warehouses as a food source is something to celebrate for all.

Several children laughed and ran in the direction of the square, two of them carrying blessing necklaces made of glowing mushroom spores in their arms, and the other two children wore black grass amulets on their wrists, and they walked past Darik with laughter and laughter.

A few slower-paced adults followed the group of children, all equally smiling and happily talking about this year's harvest or last night's good dreams, all hopeful.

In the distance, there was a prayer song, and more and more people were singing, and the voice was very chaotic, but it was also full of vitality. The shimmering mushrooms drooped lightly, as if listening to the chaotic chorus.

Silver City hadn't been so cheerful for many years, the life that had been shrouded in darkness all year round was heavy and oppressive, and even in the harvest season of the past years, it seemed that there were few such relaxing moments, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

Those smiles were imprinted on Darek's eyes, and he only wanted them to be there every day.

The original nervousness gradually calmed down, and Darerick's steps towards the Twin Towers became more and more steady.

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"What's the matter with you this time?"

Colin Iliad, the gray-haired "Demon Hunter", met with Darik who had come to request a meeting in a room at the top of the Round Tower.

The nasolabial folds on the chief's face were particularly deep, the mottled scars were all medals that he had repeatedly survived from desperate situations, and his light blue eyes were sharp but sharp, and when they swept over, they almost pry out the thoughts in Derik's heart.

After a brief greeting, Colin noticed that Derrick was looking anxious and asked the same question.

Darik took a deep breath: "Your Excellency, I'...... I saw a relic of the Creator, corresponding to the 'Darkless One' of the fourth sequence of the 'Sun' pathway. ”

Colin's body stiffened slightly, his eyes condensed, almost to nail Darik to the wall, there were too many complex emotions in them, sadness, gloom and pain were only floating on the surface, not even sinking deeper.

There was a moment of silence, and Colin's deep voice sounded again: "Relic? ”

Darek closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, it was a cruel and sad thing, but they always had to face it, and there should be a day when they should face it.

"Well, relics. Kings, they have rebelled against the Lord ......"

When the exploration team went to survey the town of Afternoon, the clergyman, who only had a remnant of the phantom of the ghost, repeated the same words in repentance, mentioning that "the kings frequently went to the palace belonging to the twilight to conspire".

Derrick did not directly say the end of the Creator's devouring, he had been hurt for a long time by this god, and he did not want to tell the Chief about such a cruel thing.

Colin was still looking in Derrick's direction, but his eyes were out of focus.

There was silence for a long time before Colin's gaze regained sharpness and calm: "I see. ”

After a pause, he suddenly asked Daric, "It's the same source you used to get that mushroom, isn't it?" ”

Although the mushroom came from the help of Mr. "World" and Miss "Lover", it was because of Mr. "Fool" that I was able to get in touch with the other members of the Tarot Society...... And the Chief knew that I was praying to the Hidden Being.

Thinking so, Derrick nodded, "Yes." ”

"Now, everybody in Silver City is going to dream."

Dyric couldn't help but get nervous when he heard the chief's tone be a little heavy, "Is this a bad thing for Silver City?" That mushroom has changed? ”

"No, that's not a bad thing. It's just that I've looked up some very old texts," Colin gestured to Darik to relax, "There are customs related to this in many of the towns that have lost news, and even that city is called 'City of Dreams.'" ”

"Dream City?" Daerik had never heard of this place, and the written material must have been a confidential history inside the Twin Towers.

"There are filthy rivers and remnants of ancient training grounds on the road to that city, and we can't afford to explore that far away." After a two-second pause, Colin continued, "That city includes the custom of praying to the 'Angel of Destiny' and the 'Angel of Time'. ”

Colin's eyes were very determined, but his expression softened slightly:

"They have a habit of praying collectively on the day of the 'Good Dream Rite,' and the devout will eventually get good luck or a dream where their wishes come true."

"Dreams come true......" Deric subconsciously repeated, this is very similar to what is happening in Silver City now, at least it is completely in line with his own situation!

"But there is no similar situation in the rest of the city, where the inhabitants of the City of Dreams will use it for decoration and prayer, as well as an additional material, lark feathers."

Miss "Lover" had tracked down the story of the lark at the tarot meeting, and he was very impressed because it was Derick who answered at the time. Could it be that the "lovers" have something to do with this?

How is it possible, Silver City has been silent for so many years before Mr. "Fool" responds, and "Dream City" ......

"Your Excellency, what happened to the final outcome of that city?"

"At least before the river was completely blocked by monsters, there were other towns that explored it, leaving some information behind." Colin's tone grew heavier, "It's stuck in a never-ending cycle, trapped on the day of the 'Good Dream Rite' and praying for good dreams. ”

"That is to say......"

"Yes, the day the sun disappeared above our heads."

Derrick didn't say a word for a long time.

Colin nodded at the young man: "When you can learn to restrain your spirituality and fully master the divine arts, I will give you the information of the Silver City Saint-level Seal."

"When the time comes, I'll take you there, and if you can fit with a certain saint-level seal and reduce its negative effects, you can take charge of it."

Derick subconsciously straightened his back: "Yes!" Your Excellency, Chief! ”