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In a daze, Derrick saw an angel descending in front of him with an aura covering the sky, and wrapped himself layer by layer with those twelve pairs of pitch-black wings.

He woke up suddenly, with three candles burning quietly in his eyes.

After thanking Mister Fool sincerely, Derrick ended the ceremony and extinguished the two candles that only accounted for a quarter of the original.

Then, he pulled them up, creating a golden and clear flame in his palm.

Tick, tick, the two candles melted quickly, and the "tears" kept falling, either on the body of the remaining candle, or around it.

As the candle core was completely burned out, there was only one candle left on the table. It was a little shorter than before, but it was not very obvious. It seemed that it had only been burning for a long time.

After dealing with the remaining traces, Derrick extinguished the last dim candle.

He sat upright in silence, staring blankly ahead, without any movement for a long time.

He was worried that the "six-member council" would not respond quickly enough, allowing the members of the exploration team to contaminate more residents of the City of Silver with "mushrooms" and "Dumu fruit";

He was afraid that the "Chief" and the others would find other clues in other places and make his preparations fail;

He hated those "outsiders" who hid in the dark depths and always carried strong malice, including Amon, including the "Fallen Creator";

He felt guilty that he avoided this exploration, but didn't remind Dark and them, turning them into tainted monsters;

He suffered from the pain of getting rid of a classmate who could be called a friend.

��Although Derrick didn't see Dak's final end, he believed that the opponent who had mutated into that form was already tantamount to death.

Amidst the complicated and chaotic emotions, Derrick didn't know how long he waited, and relit the candle midway.

Finally, he heard the sound of the seal being lifted and the door being opened.

Turning his head and looking, with the help of the dim candlelight, he saw a woman in a black dress with long braids and a waistcoat coming in.

"Ms. Avro." Derrick subconsciously called out.

Afro has a handsome appearance, but there are some wrinkles around her eyes. She nodded with a smile, responded to Derrick, and then walked briskly to sit across from her.

"Is there anything you want to say?" she asked softly.

Derrick instinctively raised his head, looked over, and suddenly found that the other party's eyes turned into pale golden vertical pupils at some point.

His mind was in a trance for a moment, and Derrick seemed to have entered a state of sleepwalking.

Ai Fuluo adjusted the candlelight, so that the dim yellow color was completely reflected on the face of the boy opposite.

Her pale golden vertical pupils became more and more indifferent, like a spectator without emotion.

Suddenly, circles of faint brilliance appeared in the pale golden vertical pupils, seeming to form a vortex and build a maze.

In a daze, Derrick felt that he was floating, and he was in the infinite darkness and countless bright colors.

At this moment, he suddenly woke up, only to feel that the sleepwalking state was subtly taken over by something.

He saw the inexplicably flickering dim yellow candlelight, and saw Avro sitting across from him with pale golden eyes standing erect.

From the shadows in the corner, the gray-haired "chief" elder Colin Iliad stepped out. JrNovels.com