"Are you looking for me......"

As soon as the voice entered his ears, Derrick froze, his skin tense, and his hairs stood on end.

Why is he behind my back?

How did he show up in my room?

What about seals?

What about the effect of the magical item?

Cold sweat broke out on Darek's forehead, and he subconsciously turned his head to look back.

But his instinct prevented him from doing so.

And this book is based on the teachings of the "Monster Common Sense" class in Silver City and some of the strange scenes he experienced after joining the patrol:

When someone is talking behind your back, don't rush to turn around!

Darek raised his hands, clasped them into fists in front of his chest, and then, on high alert, slowly, little by little, half-turned.

The room was so dark that it was impossible to see anything, but in each of Darek's eyes, a little golden swelled and turned into two miniature suns.

With the help of this "prayer for light" ability, he saw a dark shadow sitting quietly on the edge of his bed.

The black shadow flew quickly and clearly, revealing the head that had been split vertically!

In the middle of the head, two gray-white brains squirmed as if they were alive, trying to get closer to each other but unable to do anything.

On the truncated surface of the brain, the viscous fluid hangs down into filaments, but shrinks upwards like maggots.

The eyes on each side are far apart, the bridge of the nose is separated from the middle, and the blood is bright.

The left half of the mouth is grinning, but the right half is tightly closed.

The monstrous monster was naked, with dark red wounds on it.

The countless wounds cracked menacingly, revealing rows of white teeth, and they uttered the same sentence in no particular order:

"Are you looking for me......"

It paused, the corners of its mouth and the edges of the wound curled:

"Look, I'm not normal......"

Darik's pupils contracted, and without thinking about it, he raised his hands in front of his chest, clenched into fists, and placed them on his chin, as if in prayer.

The small room suddenly brightened, and a pure beam of flames fell from the roof and hit the monster.

This beam is not as powerful as when Derrick used it on the outside of the Round Tower, because the seals, the magical items here, are separated from the inside and outside.

But at this moment, Darek was stunned to see the divine beam he had prayed for suddenly thickened, so brilliant that he couldn't help but want to close his eyes.

Vaguely, in that magnificent pillar of light, something purer and thicker separated, like a light man with no facial features and no clothes!

The "light man" flickered and pounced on the monster.

All the "mouths" of the monster suddenly opened, as if they were screaming terriblely.

However, Derrick did not hear anything.

The monster trembled violently, quickly falling apart and melting away in the scorching and illuminating light of the Light Man.

When it was almost transparent, a strange phantom suddenly appeared there, a phantom wearing a black classical robe and a peaked soft hat!

This phantom has black eyes, black eyes, a wide forehead, a thin face, and a single eye carved from crystal.

As soon as he appeared, the "Light Man" exploded steeply, and Darik's eyes were white.

When he regained his gaze, he found himself outside the room, in the hallway inlaid with metal lampstands, in the dim light of the light.

He looked sideways blankly, looked into the room, and saw a tall, muscular figure wearing dark trousers and a brown coat.

In front of his back, on the bed where Derrick was originally sleeping, a little bit of morning light quickly condensed into a white leg bone, turning it into a pure white sharp straight sword.

Next to the straight sword, a translucent worm lay quietly.

It was only the length of a thumb, slender as a child's little finger, and the rings of completely transparent color divided it into segments.

Darek glanced at it, didn't count the rings, only vaguely felt that there were about ten.

With his back to his tall figure, he picked up the strange translucent worm, and sighed as he turned his body:

"Almost ......"

At this time, Derick finally saw the front of the tall figure clearly:

His hair was gray, unkempt and rather disheveled, his nasolabial folds were heavy, the corners of his eyes were not wrinkled, and his cheeks were left with some old scars, deep or twisted.

He wore a linen-colored shirt inside, a belt divided into many compartments around his waist, his light blue eyes were deep and vicissitudes, and his whole person looked like a book full of stories.

Derick was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise like a dangerous survivor:

"Your Excellency, 'Chief'!"

Standing in front of him was none other than the "chief" of the "Council of Six" in Silver City, the powerful "Demon Hunter" Colin Iliad, who was over a hundred years old!

Colin bowed his head lightly and said:

"We always knew that there was something wrong with him, but in order to find out what the purpose of the man named Amon was, and what weirdness existed, we deliberately did not directly eliminate him, but locked him at the bottom of the round tower, sealed him under the influence of magical objects, and often let some extraordinary people who only had the precursor of loss of control live next to him and talk to him to see if we could induce him to have some abnormal changes, so as to get the things we want to know.

It's a pity that until today, he was normal, but, too normal.

Why do you think he suddenly changed and tried to break through the seal, and how do you feel different from everyone else?"

It turned out that I was deliberately arranged to live next door to the former exploration team leader...... Derick was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Maybe it's because my extraordinary path is different from the others, Sequence 9 'The Praiser' and Sequence 8 'The One Who Pray for Light'. ”

That is, the "sun" pathway...... If Mr. "The Hanged Man" is right, and the Amun family is descended from the ancient sun god, then it is normal for me to let him have a mutation...... Derrick felt that he had grasped a certain truth.

Colin listened without changing his expression, looked Daerik up and down for a few seconds and said:

"We had a monitor on him, and the members of the 'Council of Six' took turns to be in charge, but I didn't expect that he would suddenly change without any warning, and he acted very decisively and resolutely.

What did you just do in the room?"

Derick was thinking about the relationship between the "sun" path and the descendants of the ancient sun god, and he didn't realize what the "chief" was asking for a while.

When he understood, his head was still a little wooden, and he seriously remembered what he had just done.

I didn't do anything but bang on the partition wall and try to communicate with him...... Before this, before this, I was at a tarot party...... Tarot Party!Darek was stunned, feeling that things might not be as simple as he imagined.

He knew that what he was thinking must not be said to the "chief", but he didn't know what kind of expression to make, so he could only maintain the usual lonely and introverted silence, thinking about it and saying:

"I knocked on that wall, three times.

Before this, the candles in my room were extinguished, it was dark, and I had to try to practice some of my extraordinary abilities. ”

Colin looked into Darik's eyes quietly, and said after an interval of more than ten seconds:

"It's a pity that Amun didn't stay in his soul in his body, and it happened so suddenly that we didn't get the result we wanted......

Did you notice anything unusual before he changed?"

"Nope. Dyrick shook his head in affirmation.

Colin's eyes suddenly highlighted two intricate dark green symbols, reflecting Darik's figure between them.

After nearly ten seconds of silence, the Silver City "chief" closed his eyes and said:

"Your condition has stabilized, you don't need any further treatment, you can go back. ”

Darek was stunned and said:

"Okay. ”

He watched as Colin Iliad "The Witcher" turned into the room, picked up the pure white, sharp straight sword, and examined it over and over again.

He took a quiet breath and walked down the aisle towards the exit, where he met the guards who had arrived one after another.

Slowly returning to his home, closing the door, he carefully observed his surroundings for a while, sat down on the edge of the bed, and recited in a low voice:

"O fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray mist, and you are the king of yellow and black who wields good fortune. ”

"I just went through something terrible......"

Derrick recounted what had happened before, and mentioned two of his own speculations.

After doing all this, he settled down a lot.

As the tension receded, he felt intense exhaustion, so he lay down and quickly fell asleep.

In the quiet and dim room, lightning flashes sometimes illuminate everything, sometimes it does not fall into the night.

The sleeping Darik suddenly flicked his right index finger on its own and tapped the bed leisurely.

One, two, three......

............

After the tarot party, due to the high spiritual consumption, Crane did not go to divinate the extraordinary properties of the "werewolf" and the biotoxin bottle, but returned to the real world and took a nap, waking up twenty minutes later, opening the curtains, and letting the glow through the mist bring a certain amount of light to the room.

Sitting in the chair in front of his desk, Klein calmed down and thought about what he had been doing recently:

"The main thing is to continue to summarize the 'Magician's Code' and make adjustments based on the subtle feedback of the spirits.

Although the rules such as 'don't do unprepared performances', 'need to perform on stage', and 'be good at completing performances in a way that distracts others' are not a problem for the time being, I will sooner or later let the potions be digested to the point where I can be promoted, but this kind of play is insufficient, and there is a lack of some important 'rules', which will make the progress of digestion slow down, and it will not be thorough enough, maybe a year, or even two years, three years before it can be promoted.

Ince Zangwill won't stay where I am and wait for me! Only by becoming a High Serial as soon as possible will I be eligible for revenge!

Therefore, the first task after exploring the other 'magician' codes is to verify whether the 'applause of the audience' will pry one's own spirituality and thus better digest the potion. ”

Just as Klein was meditating, an illusory cascading voice of supplication suddenly sounded in his ears.