After the mad mutterings, Duwa reverted back to his weak appearance, sitting respectfully on the chair, not daring to move recklessly.
Geoffrey checked Duwa’s entire body, finding no weapons on him. Regarding his secret powers, Duwa confessed everything.
Secret Energy·Eye of Deconstruction.
The Secret Initiate faction’s secret power, allowing a Condenser to quickly analyze the composition of a target. Relying on this secret power, Duwa had made considerable achievents in the field of tal transformation.
"This is a good opportunity," Duwa murmured, "maybe we could establish a deeper level of cooperation."
Geoffrey monitored Duwa, relying on his own secret powers. No matter what unusual move Duwa made, Geoffrey could freeze him instantly.
"What do you an?"
"I’m a mber of the Order of Truth, which ans I’m also researching a forbidden project," Duwa beca businesslike, "research projects are very costly. If I could get the Order Bureau’s support, my progress might significantly speed up."
Geoffrey rejected him, "We don’t cooperate with lunatics like you... at least not with you."
Though Geoffrey assud a tough stance, he understood that such refusals were not absolute.
No one is absolutely just, the Order Bureau is not as glamorous as it appears on the surface. The stances divide them. If there were sufficient interests, the Order Bureau would cooperate, just as they did to win the secret war.
Bologue was greatly interested in Duwa, "What is the forbidden project you are researching?"
"Ether Tides."
Talking about his forbidden research, Duwa seed unusually excited, "That’s right, I took over Teda’s research. Before this, I was studying tal transformation."
"Ether Tides involve phenona regarding the Secret Source; it’s far more interesting than slting tals."
Duwa continued, "The alchemy tal in your hand is interesting; it should be a transformation of rcury, right?"
A silver serpent erged from Bologue’s sleeve, its eyes forged from red rcury fixed on Duwa, while Bologue gently nodded, acknowledging Duwa’s skill.
Bologue had encountered many people and killed many, whether alive or dead. Duwa was the first to recognize the essence of Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid at a glance.
In this respect, Duwa was not lying; he was a professional Alchemist adept at tal transformation.
Duwa added, "My secret power is extrely good at analyzing material structures."
Bologue glanced at Geoffrey, "This guy is rather interesting."
"I can only say you’ve had too few dealings with these madn," Geoffrey found nothing amusing, "when they cause trouble, you’d wish to grind their bones to dust."
Geoffrey glared at Duwa, and Duwa tried hard to remain calm, not showing any signs of panic.
"Alright, I admit, there are indeed so madn among us," Duwa defended himself, "but I’m different, my research is very safe."
Lebius calmly said, "Before Teda lost control, he also pounded his chest guaranteeing it."
Geoffrey recalled, "Currently, there is no direct evidence to prove this point, but according to our records over the years, these scholars all suffer from a form of mania. They easily beco consud by research, resorting to any ans to achieve their goals."
Bologue was cautious, "The Devil’s power?"
Geoffrey replied, "If there were a ddling Devil, it would make things simpler. The strange part is that there is no Devil influencing these scholars; they suddenly go mad on their own."
Regarding Geoffrey’s ntion of mania, Duwa did not want to explain anything. He just repeatedly emphasized he wouldn’t harm others, only wanting to study the Ether Tides phenonon.
"Alright, alright, you’ve said enough, please be quiet for a mont, okay?"
A glint flashed in Geoffrey’s eyes, and for a mont, Duwa felt like soone was choking him, his body turned completely to stone, unable to move.
This suffocating feeling persisted for a few minutes, and just as Duwa was about to pass out, Geoffrey slowly averted his gaze.
Duwa was drenched in cold sweat, breathing heavily, and regretted getting on this train more and more. But deep inside, Duwa felt an odd joy; he was getting closer to the primal object.
After the episode, everyone went back to doing their own things... actually just finding ways to kill ti.
It felt for a mont as if Duwa didn’t exist. Nobody paid him any mind, and just when Duwa let out a sigh of relief, he sensed a gaze spying on him.
But it wasn’t spying. The other party was openly staring at him, Duwa felt uncomfortable, as if that gaze could penetrate his clothing and scrutinize his entirety.
Duwa shifted his body and turned his head, but the gaze continued to follow him, scanning the hairs on his surface.
Just when Duwa found this humiliation unbearable, the other party spoke.
Bologue asked, "King Solomon... are Truth Cultivators very familiar with King Solomon?"
"We are his inheritors."
ntioning King Solomon, Duwa once again donned that pride and honor.
Bologue continued to ask, "Talk to about King Solomon as you know him."
"He is great..."
"Stop, I’ve heard enough of such praises. I want to know sothing unique to your Order of Truth... like King Solomon’s past."
Bologue gestured with his hand, inquiring, "He couldn’t have grown up overnight. I want to know about King Solomon’s past."
Duwa fell silent.
"Hey? Don’t tell you don’t know either?" Bologue frowned, "What kind of inheritors are you?"
Bologue started to understand the Order Bureau’s disdain for the Order of Truth. They indeed seed like an overly idolizing fanatical group... like every group Bologue had encountered.
King Solomon... the mysterious King Solomon.
In that light that brought sulfur and fire, King Solomon ended the wrath of scorched earth and also ended Bologue’s past, opening a new life for him.
It was an end, also a beginning.
All along, Bologue had intense curiosity about King Solomon, from initially investigating the truth of the Fall of the Holy City until realizing the existence of the burning light.
Whenever Bologue thought he knew enough about the past, new mysteries always confused everything.
Recalling the blurry mories of Redwood Town, his "past life," an astronaut...
A premonition lingered, as long as Bologue understood King Solomon’s story, he could find out the truth of his own mystery.
After a prolonged silence, Duwa resignedly said, "The Order of Truth has always aspired to restore the story of King Solomon, like archaeology."
Bologue said, "But the ruins of the Holy City are controlled by the Order Bureau, and all its knowledge was destroyed in the Fall of the Holy City. You can find nothing."
"Rember what I said? Initially, the predecessor of the Order of Truth, we were not allowed to stay inside the Holy City, yet we were allowed to learn its knowledge... The Fall of the Holy City didn’t destroy everything, we are still alive."
Duwa noticed Bologue’s curiosity. In this era, few cared about King Solomon. Duwa didn’t dislike this curious seeker.
Bologue and Duwa were alike, they were seekers.
"Your survival sowhat preserved knowledge related to King Solomon?" Bologue finally realized.
"Yes," Duwa felt sowhat embarrassed, "to be honest, we might have betrayed King Solomon’s goodwill by stealing knowledge as thieves, but because of our thievery actions, not all knowledge was destroyed in the Fall of the Holy City."
"I’m not interested in those esoteric alchemical knowledge. I care more about Solomon King as a person."
Bologue asked, "What is Solomon King’s na?"
This was a peculiar matter. People had always referred to him by the title of Solomon King, yet his real na never erged. No one questioned this, as if the title of Solomon King itself was his na.
"Na?"
Duwa showed a confused expression, "What na?"
Bologue emphasized again, "Solomon King’s na."
"Na... na..."
An acute pain rampaged through Duwa’s mind. He clutched his head in agony. After a mont of panting, he understood Bologue’s query and then murmured.
"Indeed... what is Solomon King’s na?"
Duwa had an awakened look, as though it was the first ti in so many years that this fanatic realized this question.
What is Solomon King’s na?
Bologue beca serious, his mind fully alert. The train raced through the boundless night while in that darkness, demons danced wildly.
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