Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Yeah, I didn't expect that I would stay here for forty-two years."

"I didn't show any signs of losing control, but they thought I was quite dangerous and could turn into a monster at any time."

The old voice suddenly said with a smile.

Derrick frowned slightly and asked curiously:

"What really happened forty-two years ago?"

At that time, his parents were not born yet.

The old voice was sad for a moment, and when Derrick thought that the other party would not answer this question, he spoke again:

"I was once the captain of an exploration team. The exploration team I led discovered a destroyed city half a month away from Silver City."

"That city is similar to our Silver City. It has obvious traces of being ruled by giants. It believes in the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God."

"It's a pity that they were destroyed. I don't know how many years ago."

Derrick is no stranger to this kind of thing. Over such a long time, Silver City has discovered many destroyed cities.

Derrick put his ear close to the thick metal wall and listened carefully to the other person's next words.

The old voice chuckled and said:

"After we explored the core area, we found that the city was trying to convert its beliefs and created some gods that they imagined could save them."

"However, this was of no use, even the statues of the gods were destroyed."

At this point, his tone suddenly became heavy:

"These are actually not important. In the past explorations of Silver City, we have discovered many ruins of this type of city."

"What really surprised us was that we met a person there. This was the first living person who did not belong to our city-state that we in Silver City have met in more than two thousand years!"

"In that boundless darkness, there are really people alive."

Derrick's attention was focused on the person they met, and he subconsciously asked:

"You brought him back to Silver City?"

On the other side of the metal wall, there was silence for a long time before an old voice continued:

"Don't you feel the shock and surprise?"

"We worked hard to explore the surroundings in order to find humans like us, and we finally discovered them forty-two years ago!"

Derrick was stunned for a moment. He often gathered at that place above the gray mist. He also learned some information from Miss Justice and others.

Derrick subconsciously reached out and scratched his head, pretending to be shocked and said in an inexperienced tone:

"I didn't notice this just now. This is really incredible!"

The old voice was silent for a while, and then said after a while: "Has the education in Silver City become so bad now?"

The old voice sighed, and before Derrick could speak, he said to himself:

"We were very wary of inviting that person to come to Silver City as a guest, and he agreed after thinking about it."

"We monitored and escorted him back along the road until we were about to arrive at Silver City, when he suddenly disappeared."

"We searched all around but couldn't find him. After returning to Silver City, my team members went crazy one after another and lost control. All of them! All of them!"

"The six-member council suspects that we are all contaminated by something. They suspect that the person is not a human being at all, but an evil spirit or monster."

Derrick exhaled heavily:

"So you're locked up here and you won't be let out until you find out the problem?"

Derrick's mood was complicated and worried. He was afraid that he would be locked up at the bottom of the round tower for decades, or even hundreds of years, just like the old man.

After being silent for a while, Derrick readjusted his emotions and continued to ask:

"Do you remember what that man looked like?"

The old voice recalled for dozens of seconds before saying with a hint of pain:

"He looks very ordinary, without any special features, and his clothes are similar to ours. Except that he is a male, I can't remember what he looks like at all. I remember he told us that his name is Amon!"

On Sunday morning, a flapping gray carrier pigeon landed at the study window.

Under Renekton's gaze, the gray homing pigeon twitched and fell to the window sill, its eyes rolled up until only the whites of the eyes were left, and bloodshot eyes and foam were coughed out from the corners of its mouth.

Inside its beak, the flesh and blood continued to twist, growing into a mouth full of teeth.

"Ahem! Good morning, Your Majesty the Envoy~"

Mr. A's sickly voice came out from the body of the gray carrier pigeon. Every time he uttered a word, the carrier pigeon's body would tremble, as if it would collapse into a ball of flesh and blood at any time.

Renekton said in a calm voice with no emotion at all:

"Why did you come to see me?"

"Ahem~ Your Majesty the Envoy of God, I have received an oracle from the Lord. We will re-spread faith in the East District of Backlund, the dock area and other places, in a new way and image. You will be responsible for this matter, cough!"

"The Lord's oracles give revelations. When new faith spreads, He will return with a new attitude!"

"Ahem! This is related to the new teachings of the Aurora Society and the subsequent coming of our Lord!"

Mr. A's voice said while coughing.

Renekton frowned slightly, not caring whether Mr. A could see him through the carrier pigeon. He pondered for a moment and then nodded gently and said:

"No problem! I will go to those places and look for a suitable plan to develop believers!"

After receiving Renekton's reply, the gray homing pigeon lying on the windowsill twitched like a living corpse, got up stiffly, and then flew away with fluttering wings.

After glancing at the direction in which the carrier pigeon left, Renekton pondered in his heart for a while.

With me as the main one? .But is this oracle coming from a crazy true creator? Or is it Saslier who remains sane?

Renekton took off his coat hanging on the coat rack. After putting it on, he put the bone staff on his waist and disguised the bone staff into a small cane through illusion.

He turned around and stepped into the spirit world. After a while of wandering in the spirit world, Renekton's figure walked out of an inconspicuous corner of the East District.

Renekton walked quietly on the streets of the East District, his own spirituality wrapped in his spirit to build a wonderful field around him, suppressing his sense of existence to an extremely low level.

Unless someone with higher inspiration or Renekton takes the initiative to talk to him, the people around him will not notice Renekton passing by them at all.

Walking in the East District, where the lower floors gather, Renekton also carefully observed the residents here for the first time. They were not even residents.

Even in the cheap East End, they don't have their own house, so it's normal for five or six people to live in one room.

In the poorest part of the East District, an ordinary bedroom can sleep ten people, with floor tiles, daytime use rights, nighttime use rights and other precise divisions.

Dirty, crowded, and stinky are the most intuitive impressions. People here are so busy every day that they are extremely exhausted in order to exchange for food that can barely fill their stomachs. They have no savings. As long as they are unemployed for a few days, they will fall into an abyss that is difficult to save themselves.

Renekton visited many places in the East End and also visited the dock area where workers gathered.

Everything you see is just a small microcosm of this era.

Only by truly observing and thinking can you discover how sad the lower class people living in this era are.

Renekton gently put his right hand on the forearm of his left hand and murmured to himself:

"This is the best of times, this is the worst of times!"

"What are you going to do? The people at the bottom here are so busy that they don't even have time to pray for their beliefs. All they can do is say 'I am with you'!"

Saslier, who was living on his body, did not give any response. Renekton smiled nonchalantly, shrugged, turned and walked into the workers' association behind him.

As Renekton arrived, a middle-aged man dressed as a worker who had been waiting here immediately approached, saluted slightly in an inconspicuous manner, and then said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty the Envoy of God, Mr. A asked me to wait for you here. If I see you coming here, I will take you to see him."

Renekton nodded slightly, his eyes signaling the other person to lead the way.

Staggering half a body distance from the other party, he followed behind and walked into the workers' association. From time to time, there were people who looked like dock porters or textile workers in simple clothes passing by.

Renekton looked around at the workers around him, observing the expressions on their faces and physical conditions, and said in a casual tone:

"Are you a worker too? How many believers are there here?"

The middle-aged man who was leading the way raised his hand and pressed the canvas hat on his head. His eyes glanced around. After seeing that no one was paying attention, he deliberately lowered his voice and said:

"Yes, I was a dock porter, one of the most humble people here."

“It wasn’t until I listened to the Lord’s Church that I finally found relief.”

"More than one-third of the workers' association here has developed faith in our Lord."

"However, most of them can only be regarded as shallow believers. These people are immersed in a numb life, and it is difficult to even find time to listen to the teachings and pray for their faith."

Renekton stared at the talkative worker in front of him, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

Perhaps because of the presence of Sasril in his body, Renekton could clearly see the mark of the true Creator on his body.

In a sense, he can be regarded as a true creation favored by God.