Chapter 268: Private Exchange

Inside a cabin of the Golden Dream, Rekton, having sold a batch of potion formulas, returned to his own room.

Who would have thought the crew of the Golden Dream were quite well-off. His gaze swept to the table beside him, where a number of crafted mystical objects lay, along with some paper currency and even gold bars.

He immediately withdrew his gaze and raised his right hand, sweeping it through the air.

With his movement, wisps of starlight spread out, swarming together to form a barrier that isolated inside from outside, then gradually faded and disappeared from visible sight.

Having done all this, Rekton took out the dark brown glass bottle containing the blood of the Eternal Blazing Sun from the leather briefcase beside him.

Originally, stealing this drop of divine blood was for the ritual to advance as a Mysticism Scholar, but I ended up skipping the ritual step entirely.

Thinking of this, Rekton shook his head helplessly, though the impact was not significant—he could still acquire the corresponding mysticism knowledge by analyzing this bit of mythological creature's blood.

The next moment, his right hand holding the glass bottle suddenly clenched, a layer of starlight brushing past between his fingers. With a crack, the glass bottle shattered at the sound.

The temperature in the room soared abruptly, the light becoming so bright it was almost blinding. Glass shards clattered onto the floor, leaving only a dazzling golden speck floating above his palm, radiating light and heat outward.

That drop of the Eternal Blazing Sun's divine blood was like searing magma; Rekton could even feel the skin on his hand constantly cracking and peeling.

Specks of starlight swiftly formed a slowly rotating cluster of Star Sand in the palm of his right hand, wrapping that drop of the Eternal Blazing Sun's divine blood at the very center, like a sun surrounded by stars.

One star after another appeared, densely packed and dazzlingly brilliant.

The Eye of Arcana, which should have been purple, now bore an additional touch of pale blue radiance.

Rekton brought both hands together on either side of the slowly rotating Star Sand. The next moment, he abruptly pulled his hands apart, and the original cluster of Star Sand was magnified dozens of times over.

Illuminated by the brilliant starlight, that drop of blazing divine blood gradually showed signs of being decomposed into knowledge. Vast, sun-like dazzling mysticism knowledge poured into Rekton's field of vision in stream after stream.

It was like a perfect model of the sun, displaying every detail of the mystic world's sun one by one—and without the danger of facing the sun directly.

Maintaining this model required continuous consumption of that drop of divine blood. Rekton did not waste time; relying on the characteristics of the Reader and Mystery Seeker pathways, he swiftly analyzed and memorized the various mysticism knowledge saturated within the divine blood.

It was not until that drop of the Eternal Blazing Sun's divine blood was completely consumed that Rekton reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

He did not rush to analyze the other drop—Sasilier's blood. The consumption from analyzing the divine blood just now had cost not only his own spirituality but also his mental energy.

He leaned back in the chair beside him, eyes half-closed, and gently waved his hand.

The clatter of shattering glass sounded around him. That barrier of starlight isolating inside from outside quietly reappeared, then shattered into specks of starlight and swiftly vanished.

He quietly sensed the mysticism knowledge that had newly appeared in his mind. Perhaps because he was already skilled in spells of the sun domain, the effect of that drop of the Eternal Blazing Sun's divine blood far exceeded his expectations.

Simulated Sun: Consuming large amounts of spirituality and materials, with the assistance of a ritual, one could directly create a simulated sun—a sun in both the real and mystical sense. Even without these auxiliary conditions, one could still produce blazing golden sunlight, dragging a large area into the sun's domain.

With a deeper understanding of the sun domain's power, he could now use the sun domain's extraordinary abilities more swiftly and more potently.

A moment later, he reopened his eyes and murmured, "I feel that if you gave me the characteristics of a Sun Priest or a Lightless One right now, I'd be confident in creating a miniature sun that burns eternally."

Having restored his consumed spirituality, Rekton silently began reciting the Fool's honorific name:

"The Fool that does not belong to this era, the mysterious sovereign above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good fortune."

"Respected Mr. Fool, I would like to have a private exchange with Mr. Sun. Please help me pass on the word and obtain his consent."

The Land Abandoned by God, Silver City.

Derrick had just returned home from completing a patrol mission when dense grayish-white fog suddenly surged into his field of vision, and deep red light poured forth like a tide.

Mr. Fool? It shouldn't be time for the Tarot Club yet, should it? A trace of doubt flashed through the Little Sun's mind, but he immediately calmed himself and listened carefully to the information Mr. Fool was conveying.

The deep red, tide-like light condensed within the dense grayish-white fog, revealing Rekton's blurry figure. He was praying to Mr. Fool, saying:

"Respected Mr. Fool, I would like to have a private exchange with Mr. Sun. Please help me pass on the word and obtain his consent."

This voice... it sounds somewhat like Mr. Tower. Why would he want to have a private exchange with me?

In a flash of thought, Derrick had already made his response:

"Respected Mr. Fool, I agree to a private exchange with Mr. Tower."

The deep red light and dense gray fog before his eyes somewhat dissipated. Derrick quickly lit the candles in his room, to prevent his body from being exposed to darkness for an extended period while he went to Mr. Fool's divine kingdom, which could lead to unnecessary danger.

He then half-reclined on his bed, waiting for the private exchange with Mr. Tower.

He did not wait long before dense grayish-white fog and deep red light once again rose in his eyes.

Above the gray fog, inside the grand, ancient palace that resembled a giant's dwelling.

As two streams of deep red light rose, two slightly blurry figures appeared in the high-backed chairs belonging to the Sun and the Tower.

Rekton subconsciously glanced at the Fool's seat. A figure shrouded in gray fog, indistinct and blurry, was seated there.

He then chuckled and rose, bowing toward the head of the table:

"Good afternoon, respected Mr. Fool. I apologize for disturbing you at this time."

Derrick beside him froze for a second, then immediately followed Rekton's example and rose to bow:

"Good afternoon, respected Mr. Fool~"

From the very head of the mottled long table, the figure shrouded in gray fog responded with an emotionless calm:

"You may begin."

Rekton nodded gently, then half-turned and smiled at the Little Sun:

"Silver City, as a city-state once ruled by giants, should have potion formulas for the Mother pathway, right? I need the Druid and—hmm... your term should be Classical Alchemist—potion formulas."

"In exchange, I'll find people to research crops that can adapt to Silver City's environment. That way, you'll be able to eat somewhat normal food."

The Little Sun, Derrick, was stunned for a moment. He could not imagine what somewhat normal food would look like, and he had never thought there was anything wrong with black-faced grass before.

Since Mr. Tower said it would be somewhat normal food, it should be better than the black-faced grass we have now, right?

After a brief silence, Derrick spoke with considerable hesitation:

"What does normal food look like? I need to understand that before I can go persuade the Chief."

"Silver City should have the Mother pathway formulas, but no one chooses this pathway. It's impossible to complete its acting around Silver City, so I can't trade for it. I can only go to the Chief and obtain his consent before this trade can proceed."

Klein, listening from the side, frowned slightly, but with the concealment of the gray fog, no one noticed this.

I've been overlooking the living conditions of the Little Sun and his people all along. Through sacrifice and bestowal, I could give him some food from the outside, but an entire Silver City... sorry, even Mr. Fool doesn't have that much money.

The Little Sun's answer was within Rekton's expectations. He nodded slightly:

"No problem. The trade can proceed step by step. I'll first give you a batch of normal food from the outside in exchange for the Druid's potion formula, or even materials."

Sequence Five's magic potion formula is quite expensive here, so I will give you equivalent food, witnessed by Mr. Fool. Hmm, you can also ask Miss Justice and them for an approximate price to ensure the trade is truly equivalent.

As for the classical alchemist's magic potion formula, I can completely wait until I develop crops suitable for your Silver City environment on my side, then proceed with the trade; however, this requires your support, I need the monster flesh and blood and soil from your side as experimental samples.

No problem, after ending the communication I will go ask the chief.

Derrick gave his answer without hesitation: this transaction not only allows Silver City to obtain normal food, but also can prove to the chief and them the existence of the bright world outside!

At the head of the mottled long table, Klein leaned slightly back in his chair, speaking in a relaxed manner:

When necessary, you can chant my name!

There is a Sequence One characteristic above the gray fog; I can fully manifest a true divine miracle.

Reckton, whom I greatly favor, squinted slightly at the side; he had originally planned to say a word to Klein, that he might need his help these days, relying on that conqueror's characteristic, to create a battlefield belonging to himself.

As the Blood General of the wronged soul, he can certainly obtain some dangerous information through divination of the Iceberg Marshal's abnormal behavior, but he will not choose to give up; rather, he should make full preparations before coming to intercept the Golden Dream.

(End of chapter)