1123 After the Expedition (2/2)
Derrick pushed open the door and entered. He saw the chief wearing a linen shirt and dark-colored coat wiping his two swords with oil.
Colin Iliad didn't stop. He raised his head and looked at Derrick.
”What are your thoughts on this expedition?”
What's the Chiefs motive for asking this? Having been influenced by Alger, Derrick subconsciously had this thought.
Unable to grasp the true intentions of the Chief, he had no choice but to close the door and answer frankly, ”There might be other paths to the seaside. The palace of the Giant King should be very important, but that's too dangerous. We need more information.”
Colin Iliad nodded and asked, ”The Kings of Angels and other existences who call themselves deities secretly plotted together because... because they wanted to resist the Lord?
”And 'Their' success caused this land to be forsaken?”
Although Derrick had never directly heard of such an inference, it wasn't difficult to come up with a similar conclusion based on the various secrets he had learned from the Tarot Club.
”Yes, that should be the case.”
Colin fell silent. Even his act of wiping his sword slowed down.
After a few seconds, he put down the items in his hand and took two steps forward.
”Those who participated in the conspiracy are still active on the other side of the sea?”
After a moment of silence, Derrick replied in deliberation, ”Mostly.
”But not too much.”
Colin Iliad nodded, indicating that he had nothing else to ask.
Derrick hurriedly said, ”Chief, I obtained the incomplete formula of the Silver Knight potion, including the supplementary ingredients and the advancement ritual during Light Culler Murskogan's death.”
When he said this, Derrick knew that his lie sounded overly fake. It could be seen through right away because he didn't even dare to open his eyes back then.
However, he just couldn't think of a better excuse.
If Mr. Hanged Man were here, he would definitely have a better solution... Just as this thought came to his mind, he heard the Chief speak slowly:
”Very good. What is it?”
Derrick was stunned for a second before he hurriedly recounted the corresponding ritual and supplementary ingredients.
Colin listened quietly and let out a long sigh.
”You have contributed greatly this time. This is extremely important to the City of Silver. In the future, our limit will be Sequence 3 and not Sequence 4. Up to a certain range, the risk of the expedition teams will be greatly reduced.”
Why will the risk encountered by the expedition teams be reduced when the upper limit is Sequence 3 within a certain range... As Derrick was happy that he had made such a contribution, he couldn't understand the Chiefs words.
However, he knew that this was something he didn't have the right to understand. He planned on asking around at the Tarot Gathering later.
He then bade farewell and opened the door.
”Derrick...” Colin Iliad suddenly called out to him.
Derrick turned his head in puzzlement and found that the Chiefs expression was rather solemn.
Colin fell silent for a while before shaking his head.
”Be careful of Lovia.”
”Yes, Your Excellency,” Derrick replied from the bottom of his heart.
Backlund, North Borough.
Hazel took a carriage back to the city from Moose Manor, and she was preparing to meet Miss Audrey at the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation to discuss matters regarding donations and help.
After many interactions, she had a very good impression of this noble lady. She didn't feel pressured when beside her, and the strange emotions accumulated in her heart had mostly dissipated. She gradually recovered more of her forgotten memories.
I should have a teacher... What exactly happened that day? Every time I think about it, I tremble all over... Hazel cast her gaze out the window, feeling a little depressed.
Her carriage was driving past the vicinity of Boklund Street.
At this moment, a person dressed in the clothes of a mailman rode his bicycle horizontally across the carriage, looking rather relaxed.
Hazel casually sized him up and saw a monocle on his right eye.