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Chapter 441 Preaching

Renekton tapped the coffee cup with his right index finger and said in a calm voice:

"He is still using those mushrooms to infect the poor people at the bottom and spread the faith of the Great Mother to them, but his actions seem to have sped up a bit."

"As expected, with the help of my Lord's power, we destroyed many mushrooms growing along the river. He may have noticed some problems, so he chose to speed up the action."

Leomaster nodded slightly and said as if he had expected it.

After a brief moment of silence, Renekton changed the subject and said:

"It will take a few days for the weapons acquired from Fusac to be delivered to West Balam. The Golden Dream is outside the safe channel of the Raging Sea, and its sailing speed will be affected to some extent."

"When the weapons arrive here, we can take action."

A rare smile appeared on Leo Master's face, which made the already deep wrinkles on his face appear even deeper.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the holy emblem composed of a scarlet cross and a blooming rose that belonged to the True Creator placed on the table. He prayed softly for a moment, and then responded with a chuckle:

"The Saint of Secrets and I will lead a group of church members to hold back the Beyonders from the Church of Steam and the Intis military, but we need some additional support to end the battle quickly."

"Along with the Golden Dream comes a saint who believes in the 'Knowledge One'. He will assist you and end the battle as soon as possible."

"Besides, we still have fate that favors us!"

Renekton sat back leisurely on the wooden chair and responded with a chuckle.

He took a sip of the coffee in his hand, and then Leomaster proposed to gather those people who were willing to know about the "Learned One" and let Renekton teach them.

Under the shade of the trees behind the factory, Renekton sat in an inconspicuous shape under a big tree that required two people to hug each other and take a nap.

In the shade of the trees or on the benches around him, workers in uniform uniforms gathered together in twos and threes, discussing something in a low voice.

Renekton, who was asleep, listened to the discussions of the crowd around him and thought about it. I am really not good at preaching. It would be great if Ethan was here. He seems to be very good at this kind of thing.

As his thoughts swirled, Renekton felt someone approaching him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked sideways at the person.

It was a man wearing a rather mysterious black robe. He was about thirty years old, with slightly curly brown hair and hard roots, and deep eyes that seemed to contain countless stars.

He held a dark brown cane in his right hand, with a faint smile on his lips, and the curiosity in his eyes was undisguised. After seeing Renekton notice him, he saluted slightly:

"Good afternoon, Your Majesty the Envoy of God. I didn't expect that you are not only the envoy of our Lord, but also the envoy of the 'Learned One'."

"When you go out, you give yourself your identity."

Renekton replied lazily, not paying attention to the stunned look in his eyes, and showing no intention of getting up from the ground.

A faint dark blue glow overflowed from his eyes, and the other person's figure turned into a complex information polymer in his eyes. He distinguished the special features of the other person bit by bit.

Renekton saw the layers of illusory doors on the opponent's body, and an invisible and vast shadow curtain that completely enveloped him.

Among the complicated information, he saw a silver-black three-layer jewelry box with a high status. Even his voyeuristic eyes could not see clearly all the information contained in it, or he could not let himself see it. Be clear, otherwise you will look directly at the horrific pollution sealed within.

Pollution from the stars? Is that the Box of the Old Ones that the Abraham family once possessed? Is he the "Saint of Secrets" Botis who defected to the Aurora Society?

It's really not easy to spy on secrets. After becoming a demigod, the Eye of Secrets finally became controllable, but it also became more powerful, able to see more and more terrifying things through weak connections. Other ways The dangers come either from adjacent paths or from the top of the sequence. Only the secret peepers, many of whom seek death by themselves.

Renekton's gaze made Botis pause uncomfortably. He felt that the divine envoy's gaze looked at him very thoroughly, and it seemed that no secrets could be hidden under the other's gaze.

Renekton quickly restrained his gaze, looked up at Botis, chuckled and said:

"'Secret Saint' Botis? Appearing here at this time, are you also curious about the 'Knowledge One'?"

Feeling that the gaze that seemed to be able to spy on everything disappeared, Botis stiffly twitched the corners of his mouth, and forced a smile and said:

"It's me. Anyone can't help but want to know about a hidden existence that they have never heard of. Moreover, I am also very curious about the teachings of the unknown god."

Noticing Botis's expression, Renekton smiled emotionlessly and said:

"I'm sorry, it's the instinct of a voyeur to observe the things around you. If my gaze makes you feel uncomfortable, please forgive me. I will try my best to restrain myself."

"The Eye of Secret Peeping? I have always known that the Eye of Secret Peeping can see more things than most extraordinary people, but I didn't expect that your Secret Eye of Peeping is so powerful. Under that kind of gaze, Nothing seems to be missing."

Botis quickly calmed down his emotions and spoke in a casual manner, looking full of curiosity and surprise. Renekton nodded noncommittally and sighed softly:

"In the world of extraordinary people, it is often not a good thing to see too much and know too much. Half of the reasons why secret peepers lose control and die is because of their eyes."

While Renekton and Botis were chatting, the workers in the factory and even some people nearby had gathered. Under the guidance of the factory management, they formed a semicircle and placed leaves or wooden boards under their bodies. seat.

Botis looked around, and then grabbed the void with his right hand. The surrounding space was instantly distorted and shrouded in shadows.

He combined the mystic mage's ability to keep secrets with the ability to hide in space, exerting a secretive effect on this space, blocking out possible peeps and explorations.

After doing all this, he nodded lightly towards Renekton, then walked aside and stood quietly next to a palm tree, waiting with the surrounding workers and nearby residents for Renekton's next move. of sermons.

Taking a deep breath, Renekton stood up with one hand supporting the raised tree root on the ground. His figure instantly became transparent, turning into bright starlight and surging, and soon formed into a crowd not far away. The figure condenses in the center of the semicircle.

He walked out among the bright and twinkling stars, with a faint smile on his lips. He looked around, taking in all the eyes around him that were either surprised, curious, or eager.

He lowered his voice slightly to make his voice sound more solemn and steady:

"Good afternoon, everyone."

"I am the messenger of the 'Learned One', sowing the seeds of knowledge for Him, spreading the glory of civilization, and guiding everyone who explores the mysteries."

"You can call me: Al Tynes."

After briefly introducing himself, he looked at the quiet crowd around him and chuckled. There was a pure dark blue glow flowing in his eyes, giving people an unusually sacred and wise feeling, but at the same time he seemed quite indifferent because he was too rational. .

In this state, he is more like a wise wise man, and his words and actions give people an indescribable convincing power:

"Our Lord is the unknown God; He never existed because no one truly knew Him, and He also exists eternally because He is incarnated in all things, in every tiny thing around us, in our In every thought."

"The 'Learned One' is our Lord's self-effacement. He believes that as long as he continues to explore, knowledge will be endless, so he only considers himself a knowledgeable one."

"He is the essence of knowledge, the glory of civilization, and the final answer to all mysteries. What we know and what we don't know, all knowledge comes from Him."

"We gave birth to civilization because of knowledge, so He is also the glory of civilization. We explore mysteries because of our thirst for knowledge. Our Lord is the source of all mysteries."

When everyone was immersed in Renekton's words, he turned his wrist like magic and took out a burning match. The dim flame was flickering gently, as if it would go out at any time.

"I want to see things with my own eyes that are deeper and more believable than my narrative."

"Then, please join me to watch the knowledge and glory of this civilization!"

Renekton narrated in a calm and low voice, and his words seemed to be attractive, causing everyone to subconsciously focus on the burning match in his hand.

The moving flames became huge and hazy in their eyes, as if there were countless scenes emerging in front of their eyes, too many for their brains to process, and they could only see the constant switching of light and shadow.

The hazy picture gradually became clearer, and they saw many figures appearing and disappearing one after another.

Among them are giants as tall as hills with gray-blue skin; there are giant dragons that hang in the sky with huge coated wings; there are immortals covered with pale flames and feathers woven with mysterious patterns, like messengers of death. Birds; the most conspicuous demons wrapped in red, blue and white flames are the humans who are subordinate to these races.

"In the unknown ancient times, this world was ruled by dragons, giants, phoenixes and other legendary creatures, while we humans, as their vassal races, lived reluctantly."

Renekton's voice was low and hoarse, as if it had a sense of vicissitudes of history.

The hazy and blurry scenes around them changed again, as if a long time had passed. At this time, human beings were relatively independent. They had different beliefs, developed a complete system of extraordinary people, and became a race that truly rules the world.

The picture continued to change. The first empire of mankind appeared, Solomon's First Empire, which ruled the entire northern continent. Subsequently, there were constant disputes, and kingdoms continued to appear and fall.

Until the Fifth Age, until the man named Russell appeared, the picture suddenly became much clearer. Under the leadership of the "Son of Steam" Russell, the technological level of this world skyrocketed.

They saw the emergence of various machines, the social progress brought about by the Industrial Revolution, and the various changes in life.

The definition of civilization clearly and heavily appeared in the hearts of everyone around them. They had never seen the development of society and the progress of the times so clearly and intuitively.

"Civilization is born because of the inheritance of knowledge, and we explore mysteries because of our thirst for knowledge, setting off the wave of the times and driving the development of society."

"Roselle is the one who does the best and is the most successful. He was once the favored one of knowledge and civilization, but now he has come to our Lord's side and has become a truly great one!"

Renekton spoke calmly, as if telling a legend or a story.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 442 Questions and Answers

The favored ones of the God of Steam and Machinery can indeed be called the favored ones of knowledge and civilization. Although Roselle has almost turned into the form of the Mother Goddess, as long as the Demon of Knowledge or the Lord of Mystery appears, you can still get something. The life-saving grace I received from you should be repaid by working part-time!

Renekton curled his lips slightly, and quickly calmed down his thoughts. He raised his head with feeling, and saw Botis looking at him intently, and the index finger of his right hand holding the cane moved slightly, as if Thinking about words.

After a moment of silence, Botis asked in a deep voice:

"Great Emperor Russell is still alive? And has he already reached that point?"

"If the other party is Emperor Russell, it wouldn't be worth marveling at, would it?"

Renekton responded with a chuckle, and at the same time sighed in his heart that even though he had just become a god, he was killed by the Eternal Burning Sun.

The expression on Botis's face changed from confusion to realization, and then he nodded gently and said:

"Indeed, that is Emperor Russell. No, it is not surprising at all that he has achieved such an achievement."

"So, Russell's appearance was the plan of the 'Erudition' from the beginning? To promote the development of the times?"

"No." Renekton shook his head slightly, facing the curious eyes of the people around him, and said with a chuckle:

"The 'Knowledge One' never actively interferes with the development and operation of the world. He only exists objectively, watching and recording everything in the world."

"Whenever a life bursts out with a spark of wisdom due to thinking, He will cast his gaze, and a true wise man can use this to catch a glimpse of Him from the boundless knowledge and mysteries, and become His fellow travelers."

Fellow traveler Botis narrowed his eyes slightly and said without much fluctuation in his tone:

"The 'Black Saint' occasionally mentions the 'Creator' and the 'Knowledge One' together. You are their envoy at the same time, so which one do you think is greater?"

Renekton looked around casually and saw the curious expressions of the people around him. He probably understood the reason for Botis's question. He chuckled and said:

"Their greatness is not something you and I can judge. Everyone has their own standards of measurement."

"But if you must make a forced comparison, you can understand it this way:

The 'Creator' is the creator of all things. Whether it is the earth under our feet, the vast starry sky above our heads, or you, as well as all life on this earth, all originate from the 'Creator'. His greatness goes without saying. "

The 'knowledgeable' is the embodiment of knowledge and civilization. This is the biggest difference between us and ordinary animals, because we have developed our own civilization and are still making progress. Knowledge and civilization have no end, so we will never see the 'knowledgeable' It is impossible to truly know His greatness without seeing the whole picture of Him. "

"If you think the existence of the world and the world itself are more important, then you can think of the 'Creator' as being greater. If you think that the future, which is full of fog and uncertainty, is more important, then you can think of the 'Knower' as being greater."

"Of course, from my personal point of view, there is no difference between them as to who is greater. What really affects our judgment is what path we have taken!"

Botis nodded lightly and took two steps forward, and said in a deep voice:

"It turns out that if I hadn't already determined my own path, I might have considered walking with knowledge and mystery."

Facing Renekton's confused and incredulous look, he chuckled and explained:

"My original intention of becoming an extraordinary person was not just for the extraordinary power, but actually to change myself and change their view of me."

"As my relatives passed away one by one, I gradually forgot about this original goal."

Botis's eyes became much deeper, and there seemed to be complicated emotions flowing through him. With a slight sigh, he ignored the topic and said instead:

"As the envoy of the 'Learned One', what do you think of our future? Will the Southern Continent be as prosperous as the Northern Continent now?"

Butis's question has received the approval and expectations of everyone around him. As natives of the Southern Continent, they have lived in lands colonized by all parties since childhood. There may be a small number of people who are content with the status quo, but there are more People still hope to establish a new country that belongs to their own people in the Southern Continent, a country that is as prosperous as the countries in the Northern Continent.

Renekton looked around, taking in the expressions of everyone around him. Then he condensed a burning match again and said with a chuckle:

"The future is uncertain, but I can show you a future that I can foresee, a future that is recognized by the 'knowledgeable ones'."

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the flames on the match became hazy and blurred, and colorful lights flickered everywhere. As their eyes narrowed, they realized that the lights of different colors were all light.

This is a city where tall buildings with strange shapes stand tall. Colorful lights illuminate every part of the city, revealing a strange scene that perfectly combines machinery and architecture. It has a strange beauty that does not belong to this era.

Roads that intersect in complex ways like a spider web connect every part of the city. Steam trains of different shapes stop and go on the streets, and there are also many airships with strange shapes hovering over the city.

"Is this light? Why are there so many colors?"

"There are also many lamps made into characters, just like the shop signs."

"The houses here are so tall!"

"Those steamy coffin carts?"

There were a lot of discussions around him, and even the "Saint of Secrets" Botis stared at this illusion in surprise.

"Even an illusion needs a real existence to appear so realistic, but does this kind of strange and magnificent city really exist? Even Backlund, who is known as the 'Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals', has nothing to do with this city. Too far apart."

"Incredible city, completely beyond my imagination. Is this the future?"

Botis did not deliberately lower his voice. He was not only asking himself, but also guiding the people around him.

Renekton chuckled, nodded, and responded in a leisurely tone:

"The future is never fixed. It will diverge differently depending on every choice we make. This is the most suitable future chosen by the 'knowledgeable ones'."

"The fifth era is coming to an end. Before the real doomsday comes, the 'Erudition' will truly appear to lead the wave of the era, push the development of the era to the best future, and open up the sixth era."

"This is the struggle between civilization and doomsday!" Botis nodded lightly towards Renekton, and then stopped asking questions. Instead, he turned his attention to the crowd around him and saw the emotions flickering in their eyes, although he could not reach it. Now I believe in the "Learned One", but I also recognize the other person's teachings.

Under the guidance of the Lord, Protestantism is working hard to change people's current situation, help them live a better life in this world full of suffering, and let them see a little hope, but the teachings of the "Learned One" are telling them that they should improve yourself, to create a better future of your own.

No wonder they would unite. In addition to joining forces to fight against the Seven Gods and many evil gods, their ideas also agree with each other to a certain extent, and there will not be too strong conflicts between believers.

"Master God Envoy, how long will this future last?"

The thoughts in Botis' mind were interrupted by a somewhat abrupt voice. He turned his head to look at Renekton curiously, waiting for the other party's answer. He was also curious about this question.

The match in Renekton's hand also burned out at this time, and the dreamlike scene around him quickly disappeared. The midday sun shone again, bringing everyone who was still a little distracted back to reality.

He turned his body slightly to face the worker who had just asked the question. Under the gaze of his voyeuristic eyes, Renekton could easily tell that his true age was less than thirty years old, but his face looked a little old. He looked weather-beaten, with wrinkles on his forehead, his eyes were very bright, and he was full of confidence in his life.

Renekton chuckled and nodded to him:

"It won't be long. When the wave of the times reaches its peak, when the 'Learned One' arrives in person, it won't be more than ten years."

"Not more than ten years? That's great, that's great."

"Yeah, I still have no problem living for another ten years."

"There was a meandering river in that miraculous city just now. Is that the Pas Valley in the future?"

"Lord God Envoy, is it really possible to build such a city in less than ten years?"

Various voices sounded one after another. Renekton chuckled and said in a leisurely and mysterious tone:

"This world is not only filled with ordinary people, but also with various machines, extraordinary people, and gods!"

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, so quiet that Renekton seemed to hear the sound of swallowing saliva.

After a while, someone murmured:

"Was that a city created by gods just now? No wonder, I always feel that it is like a miracle."

Renekton stood aside silently, quietly listening to the discussions of the people around him, without trying to explain more to them.

With the current level of technology in this world, it is indeed difficult to build a city that is close to cyberpunk. Even relying on the abilities of extraordinary people is difficult. Except for the perfect person, even if he cannot completely restore it himself, it will not be too bad. many.

After waiting for a moment, until the voices of discussion around him died down, Renekton said with a smile:

"That's it for today's sermon. I will come again at this time next week. If you are interested, you can come here at the same time and wait."

As soon as he finished speaking, the radiance in his eyes suddenly surged, and the bright stars reflected from his eyes, scattering stars around him.

These starlights have no temperature at all, but are extremely sacred. Anyone who is illuminated by the starlights clearly feels that their minds have become much clearer, and the discomfort caused by sitting cross-legged all the time has been wiped away.

The scattered starlight did not last long, and in just a few breaths, they dissipated along with the condensed radiance in Renekton's eyes.

"The soreness in my body disappeared immediately. It's amazing!"

"Is this the ability of extraordinary people?"

The crowd started talking again, but this time they stopped quickly because someone bolder asked a question that concerned all of them:

"Master God Envoy, can we become extraordinary?"

Botis looked at Renekton curiously and didn't know what he would answer. According to the theory of the Aurora Society, it was possible, but the number of extraordinary characteristics was constant. It was impossible to prepare a potion for everyone, even if it was only Sequence Nine. Nope either.

Renekton curled his lips. He casually showed off his extraordinary abilities just to wait for this question.

He turned his head to look at the young worker who asked the question, and said with a chuckle:

"Yes, any creature can become an extraordinary person."

"Currently known, there are two ways to become an extraordinary person. One is the current mainstream potion system. You can be promoted by taking the corresponding potion. However, the number of potions is limited, so you can become an extraordinary person by taking the potion. After all, there are only a few extraordinary people."

At this point, he gradually slowed down his tone and made his voice deeper:

"The second method is the spiritual warlock who gains power through knowledge. This is the system of the 'knowledgeable one'. Any intelligent creature can step into it, even a rabbit or a kitten. As long as there is enough wisdom, You have the qualifications to become a spiritual warlock."

"Unlike the potion system, the spiritual world warlock system has no limit on quantity, but it has high requirements for knowledge. It needs to gain power by exploring mysteries and mastering knowledge, and relies on the spiritual world to show substantial extraordinary abilities."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 443 The vampire arrives

There was a slight pause in his words, and Renekton continued in a deep tone:

"The two systems do not conflict, and can even influence each other to bring about positive improvements."

While speaking, he closed his eyes and quickly entered a meditative state, sketching the brass ring in his mind while oscillating his spirituality rhythmically.

With a burst of light blue light like water waves, a somewhat incomplete ring emerged behind him. In the middle of the ring, a pattern of open pages was outlined by several twisted lines, as if it had substance. Flip quickly.

"As long as they master the corresponding knowledge, the spiritual world warlock can use the connection between himself and the spiritual world to mobilize the power of the spiritual world and complete the corresponding spell casting."

After a brief explanation, Renekton muttered in dragon language: "Frost!"

A stream of crystal blue light exploded under his feet in an instant, and a thin layer of white frost instantly condensed on the ground, quickly spreading to all sides. In a moment, the entire area that had been concealed by Botis turned silvery white.

Before everyone around him could react to the sudden drop in temperature, Renekton had already recited the second dragon language word in a low voice: "Sun!"

As he opened his hands, a magnificent, pure and blazing sunlight fell from the sky and enveloped the surroundings. The newly condensed white frost melted instantly, and the temperature that had dropped was also rising rapidly. In just a moment, people could feel it. The hot smell of summer.

The sudden appearance of the blazing sunlight lasted for about ten seconds before gradually fading away. After demonstrating the ability of the spiritual warlock, Renekton turned around and walked towards Botis who was standing aside, giving him a slight nod.

Botis nodded slowly, then raised his right hand and pulled it slowly. The surrounding secrets suddenly disappeared, the sunlight distorted by the shadows became bright again, and the chilly wind suddenly blew by, making the addicted The extraordinary people suddenly came back to their senses.

After doing all this, Botis turned his attention to Renekton again, and he asked curiously:

"The spiritual warlock system that focuses on knowledge should have quite a few entry requirements. How do you plan to spread this brand new system?"

Upon hearing Botis's question, the workers who were about to return to the factory to start working in the afternoon unconsciously slowed down their pace, lowered their voices, and all listened to Renekton's answer.

Renekton saw all this, and then deliberately raised his voice and replied:

"I plan to establish a relatively loose school. Anyone who is interested in spiritual warlocks can come and learn. Once the Pas Valley area stabilizes, this plan will begin to be promoted."

"Before this, I would explain some knowledge to the people who came to listen after each sermon."

"It seems that I also need to come to listen to your sermons more often." Botis chuckled and continued.

The workers around them also speeded up their pace after getting the answer. There was still a while before the afternoon working time, and they could still take a break in the work room before starting work.

After all the workers around him were gone, Botis spoke again:

"Have you seen that city just now?"

"It's been seen to some extent, but it's not real, at least not yet."

Renekton responded thoughtfully. He couldn't help but laugh when he looked at Botis's expression.

Although I don't know what he was thinking of, I must have overthought it. It was just a three-dimensional cyberpunk city network map that I transformed.

The scene was silent for a moment, and then Botis whispered with sigh:

"As a mystic, I think I have been to a lot of places and seen a lot of scenery and folk customs, but when I saw that city, I still found it incredible. It was a picture that exceeded my imagination."

"Even though I am already a demigod, I still look forward to the future you are talking about."

"The future is bound to come, and it is driven by everyone and everything, but the specific future is determined by our efforts."

Renekton sighed with emotion.

Botis nodded noncommittally and quickly ignored the topic. He was now more curious about the Beyonder system that was independent of potions than in the future.

In the evening, Renekton returned to the hotel on the other side of the Pass River Valley, and was sitting by the fire enjoying the dinner brought by the hotel waiter, a fried rice mixed with barbecue, and a glass of fresh juice mixed with wine.

While he was enjoying his dinner with relish, his inspiration was suddenly touched. A crimson hazy moonlight shone in from the window and quickly reorganized in front of the window, revealing two figures wearing long black tuxedos.

While Renekton was chewing the roast meat in his mouth, he looked curiously at the two people who suddenly broke in.

The man at the head was a good-looking mixed-race man, estimated to be over 1.8 meters tall, with dark blond hair that was long and hanging down on his shoulders. His eyes were bright red like blood, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, but because he was slightly tilted He held his chin and looked a little cold and distant.

He was wearing a long black tuxedo with a dark red inside. His standing posture and demeanor were slightly arrogant.

Next to him is a man wearing a long black tuxedo. His clothes and hair are meticulously taken care of. There are faint crow's feet between his eyebrows. He looks to be in his late thirties or close to fourteen years old. At ten years old, he behaves in an elegant and decent manner even though he is not aware of it.

He has a relatively strong figure and looks like a tough and healthy middle-aged gentleman. He also holds a black cane inlaid with dark green gems in his hand.

Whether it's the ability to turn into moonlight that they just showed, or the two pairs of bright red eyes, they all reveal their identities, the vampires! Moreover, he is also a vampire with a high rank!

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Renekton picked up the handkerchief placed aside and wiped his lips. Then he stood up from his seat, looked at the two vampires who were looking at him and said:

"Good evening, you two. Don't know what to call me?" "Bels." The young man at the head responded simply and with a rather arrogant look.

"Matthew Coons." The middle-aged gentleman who was slightly behind Bales responded with a smile.

Renekton nodded slightly and had no objection to their attitude. After all, the Vampires had engraved their arrogance into their bones.

He recalled the information he had received from the Church of Knowledge in his mind, and there really was information about these two vampires:

Bells, a blood count who is about 100 years old, is known as the "Scarlet Eye". He is very good at magic in the dark and strange fields. He can put a curse on any creature he sees. His fighting methods are very bloody.

Matthew Coins, a vampire who has lived for more than two hundred years, seems to have been a viscount a long time ago, but has never been promoted to an earl. He has a deep study of the moon and seems to have a close relationship with the Church of the Earth. for closeness.

Renekton quickly calmed down his thoughts, looked at the two vampires in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"Are the vampires just going to send you two to take action? The favored person of the original moon is preparing for the ceremony to be promoted to sequence three."

"Scarlet Eyes" Bells snorted and said in a disdainful tone:

"Of course not. We are just here to negotiate with you about the follow-up cooperation plan and the final division of the spoils."

"The minion of the original moon is just an ancient alchemist who is less than Sequence Three. The 'Full Moon' Grand Guild personally watches the battlefield. Under his gaze, no accidents can happen."

Renekton nodded lightly, without any intention of arguing with the other party, and said directly:

"The gains from individual battles belong to the individual, and the items obtained through cooperation and subsequent harvests will be distributed uniformly by the Church of Knowledge after everything is over."

To his surprise, the rather arrogant-looking vampire earl did not refute after he said that the spoils of war would be distributed uniformly by the Church of Knowledge. Instead, he calmly waited for his next words.

Also, although he looks young, this guy is actually an old man who has lived for hundreds of years and is no longer as impulsive as Emlyn.

He immediately stopped his thoughts and continued:

"The Church of Knowledge has no special need for these characteristics. The characteristics of the Moon Path can be selected by your vampires first. Similarly, the cultivator characteristics will be given priority to the Church of the Earth. There shouldn't be any vampires who want to jump to the path for promotion. ?"

"Of course not. This is a betrayal of the moon. Any vampire who jumps will no longer be a vampire!"

Bells frowned slightly and his tone became much lower, as if to express his dissatisfaction.

Renekton seemed to have not seen his expression and continued to talk to himself:

"The approximate time for action is within the next few days. In order to prevent possible accidents, we still need to make some preparations."

"You vampires can also take advantage of this time to make more arrangements, but it is best to be concealed enough and not expose yourself. The favored one of the original moon has many dolls in the Pas Valley. If he is aware of it in advance, It's not going to be good when it comes to problems."

"Puppet? That lunatic has really developed this kind of technology!" Matthew Coons frowned slightly and muttered.

Renekton looked at him curiously. The Vampire Viscount seemed to be very familiar with the Beloved of the Original Moon.

Before he could ask any questions, Matthew Coons explained to himself, as if he was telling a story:

"That was more than twenty years ago. It happened to be the night of the blood moon. I accidentally bumped into a few idiots who were performing rituals to pray for blessings from the original moon. They were already contaminated at the time, so I cleaned them up. He was born at that time, under the blood moon, crawling out of the belly of his mother whose body had mutated."

"He attracted the attention of the primitive moon as soon as he was born, or perhaps it was precisely because of the influence of the primitive moon that he crawled out of his mother's belly at that time."

"I originally planned to clean him up directly, but the people from the Church of the Earth arrived too quickly. I thought they would take care of the aftermath, so I left directly."

At this point, he paused and his tone became serious:

"But the development of the matter was obviously beyond my imagination. In less than a year, the bishop in charge of local affairs of the Earth Church defected. The church did not give a specific explanation, but only announced that he had been relieved of his duties and clergy status. , ha. But the truth is obvious, isn't it?"

"It wasn't until two years ago that I met a primitive moon believer who called himself Thorik in Littlepur. My spiritual intuition and the special smell on his body told me that he was the one I met back then. baby."

"At that time, he was just a druid and was seeking the opportunity to be promoted to an ancient alchemist. I had brief contact with him, and he always gave me a very dangerous feeling. In addition, he is not an extraordinary person of the moon path. , I gave up my plan to hunt him."

The expression on Bales's face gradually became shocked and solemn as Matthew narrated. He looked at Matthew in surprise and said:

"Why haven't I heard you mention this before?"

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 444 Messenger

Matthew shook his head slightly and said calmly:

"I didn't take this matter too seriously. After I met the favored one of the original moon again, I rarely attended gatherings within the vampire clan."

"If it weren't for the possibility of getting additional Witch King traits this time, I wouldn't be involved."

Bells nodded lightly and did not dwell too much on this issue. He turned to ask:

"He was able to make you sense danger when he was just a druid?"

Matthew is a vampire who has lived for more than two hundred years. He has stayed at the level of Sequence Five for a long enough time. Whether it is his own combat experience or the magical items he possesses, after a long period of accumulation, he can be regarded as a top Rich.

Under such circumstances, Matthew would still feel danger from the other party. Either the other party had a very powerful magical item in his hand, or the other party himself was a terrifying Beyonder.

Matthew pondered for a moment, then chuckled without changing his expression:

"Although it sounds ridiculous and even embarrassing, it is true. I can always feel a vague danger in him, as if he will fall into the abyss if he is not careful."

"Maybe it's because the original moon had a more serious impact and pollution on our two pathways."

"He was born on the night of the blood moon, under the gaze of the primitive moon. He must have a deeper connection with the primitive moon, which may also be the source of the danger I feel."

"Blood moon and primitive moon? Maybe it's because of that thing." Bells narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered a few words in a low voice as if talking to himself.

Renekton had already sat back in his chair while they were communicating with each other. Hearing Bales's deep groaning, he glanced sideways at the other person and said in a calm voice:

"That thing? You mean the beauty attribute mastered by the Rose School? It has no direct relationship with the original moon."

"Why do you know about this? Regarding the characteristics of the beauty god, even in the Vampire Clan, only a few high-level officials know about it."

The look in Bells's eyes towards Renekton suddenly became dangerous, as if he was ready to take action if he disagreed with him.

Renekton chuckled nonchalantly, tapped his left index finger on the table a few times, summoned two invisible hands to drag the wooden chairs in the room behind Bells and Matthew and said:

"Sit down and talk. It looks like we're going to talk for a long time."

Bells sat down unceremoniously, raised his right leg, and said with a sense of looseness and arrogance from the heart, his words seemed a little urgent:

"What do you mean when you say that the beauty of the Goddess is not directly related to the original moon?"

"The blood moon is the influence of the primitive moon's cathartic power. It has nothing to do with the Mother Tree of Desire. However, the latter has mastered the characteristics of the God of Beauty through the Rose School, so it will occasionally replace the primitive moon to respond to believers and send oracles, just like the primitive moon's interference. The same oracle as the Earth Mother."

Renekton briefly talked about the relationship between the original moon and the Mother Tree of Desire, then looked at Matthew and asked:

"How much do you know about the original Moon-Blessed One named Thorik?"

Matthew lowered his head slightly, as if he was caught up in some bad memories, and his expression became worse and worse. After a while, he muttered:

"He was a complete lunatic, crazy from the inside out."

"He loved studying all kinds of living things, whether it was animals or plants or even bacteria, and he was always trying to cross these completely different organisms together to create a perfect organism."

"I once saw with my own eyes that he mixed lizards, bats, sea fish and some strange fungi together in an attempt to breed a giant dragon, but in the end he only got an indescribably long lump of flesh."

"While he was introducing me to those weird and disgusting sarcomas, he asked me for blood. He said he wanted to rely on the blood of vampires to strengthen the genetic factors of bats, thereby improving his experimental products."

When he said this, Matthew's face became very unhappy, as if he recalled some bad scenes.

"When you clean up those primitive moon believers in a few days, you can ask this Earl of Bells to help you take revenge."

Renekton interrupted the other party's narration with a timely voice. He felt that if he let the other party finish his words, he might not be able to eat dinner tonight.

Judging from the reaction of the vampire viscount, he must have been forced by Thorik, and what he lost was not just blood. I can't think about it any more, otherwise inappropriate scenes will pop up in my mind. .

However, he was able to leave the opponent's laboratory intact, and did not lose control after that, and was not affected by the original moon. This also shows that his strength should be pretty good to some extent, otherwise he would have become a piece of cake on the opponent's experimental table. Member.

Backlund, Queens.

Audrey summoned a Knowledge Rabbit through a ritual and handed over the letter she had written and a brooch belonging to Alfred.

After the Knowledge Rabbit took the thing in her hand, Audrey said with a smile:

"Can you locate his owner through this brooch?"

The Rabbit of Knowledge stared at Audrey blankly for a while before slowly nodding his head, and then prepared to return to the spirit world along the passage he came from.

"Wait, are you willing to be a messenger? I have a lot of books at home, and the knowledge recorded in those books can be used as reward."

Audrey suddenly called out to the Knowledge Rabbit who was about to leave, and suggested signing a messenger contract.

This ritual of summoning the Rabbit of Knowledge was taught by Mr. "White Tower" to the members of the Tarot Club. It is better not to teach it to others without his permission. If I have my own messenger, I can communicate with you at any time. Alfred contacted.

The Knowledge Rabbit looked at Audrey blankly, nodded slowly and said, "Okay."

The Rabbit of Knowledge's voice was very childish, like a child that had not yet grown up. Audrey was slightly startled. This was the first time she heard the Rabbit of Knowledge speak.

"Audrey, it can talk. Is it also an extraordinary animal?"

Susie, who was pretending to be an ordinary big dog, looked at the dumb-looking Knowledge Rabbit in front of her with a look of disbelief on her face.

Audrey chuckled and explained to the golden retriever dog beside her:

"No, to be precise, it should be a spiritual creature, a type that is friendly and close to humans." While she was speaking, the Rabbit of Knowledge had already reached out and took out a rolled-up copy from his translucent body. of tawny parchment, and then handed the parchment out.

Audrey reached out curiously and took the rolled parchment, unfolded it in front of her eyes, and after seeing the content clearly, she said in surprise:

"Hey~ This is a drafted messenger contract, and the witness is the Hidden Sage!"

"Hidden Sage? Who is that?" The golden retriever dog beside him asked in confusion.

Audrey chuckled and touched Susie's dog's head, soothing her anxious mood before speaking:

"The Hidden Sage is a hidden existence outside the Seven Gods. It seems that there is a person called the Moss Ascetic Order who believes in him."

"It should be that these Knowledge Rabbits themselves have a certain relationship with Him, so they use Him as a witness to the contract."

After explaining a few words to Susie, Audrey picked up the round-bellied pen on the table and was about to write her name on the contract. Just when she was about to write, she was suddenly stunned:

I can't use my own name. If I need to tell others about the messenger's spell in the future, such as someone at a Tarot meeting, wouldn't that directly expose my identity?

"Justice" doesn't work either. This code name is not suitable for Alfred to know that he is now a colonel in the military and is likely to be exposed to previous cases related to Backlund and the Tarot Society, as well as possible cases that may arise in the future. .

As thoughts floated around her, she turned her attention to Susie, the golden retriever dog beside her, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Audrey, what do you think I'm doing?" Susie asked in confusion.

Audrey squatted down, put the messenger contract in her hand in front of Susie's eyes and said:

"Susie, do you want to have your own messenger?"

"Huh? Messenger?" The big golden retriever tilted its head and looked at Audrey, its furry face full of human doubt.

Audrey nodded slightly and said in a very confirming tone:

"Yes, it's the messenger. If I sign a contract with my own name, I will probably expose my identity as an extraordinary person. But you are different. You are just a dog. Even if someone knows the summoning spell of the messenger, they will only think it is There was someone named Susie."

"Well it seems to make sense, then that's okay."

Susie hesitated for a moment, then nodded her big, fluffy head.

Audrey smiled and put the messenger contract in her hand in front of it. Susie hesitated for a while and looked at her paws and said:

"But I can't hold a pen to write!"

How could I forget this? It's all because Susie behaves too much like a human being, so I subconsciously ignored these problems.

Audrey turned her gaze awkwardly and looked at the Knowledge Rabbit waiting aside and asked:

"Well, is there any way you can get Susie to sign her name on the contract?"

The Knowledge Rabbit turned around blankly, looked at Susie up and down for a while, and then slowly said:

"Handprint with blood."

"Is this still possible?" Audrey whispered to herself, and then placed her eyes on Susie's fleshy paws.

The big golden retriever subconsciously shrank its paws. Since becoming Audrey's pet dog, it has never been injured, and it is a little scared to suddenly inflict a wound on itself.

Audrey stretched out her hand to touch the golden retriever and comforted her softly:

"Don't worry, it's just a small wound. You are an extraordinary dog. That wound will heal on its own very quickly."

"But it will hurt!" Susie reluctantly stretched out a paw.

Audrey took out the ceremonial silver dagger and made a shallow wound on the calf of its left front leg. She watched as the bright red blood leached out little by little, dyeing the surrounding hair red.

Susie pressed her other paw on the wound, and after it was stained with enough blood, she pressed her paw print on the messenger contract.

Seeing that the contract issue had been resolved, Audrey immediately stood up and rummaged through the spare medical kit in the room, and briefly bandaged the wound on Su Xing's leg.

While she was dressing Susie's wound, the Rabbit of Knowledge walked to the contract on the ground, took out a gray quill from the translucent body, and wrote his name on the parchment.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked at Audrey who was bandaging Susie's wound and said:

"What's the summoning spell for?"

"A spell? Let me think about it." After thinking carefully for a while, Audrey changed it according to the spell she knew about Renekton's messenger summoning spell and said:

"The spirit wandering in illusion, the rabbit-shaped spirit blessed by knowledge, is Susie's messenger alone."

The Rabbit of Knowledge directly wrote this summoning spell on the contract, and then the gray-brown parchment was covered with a layer of golden light, and disappeared quickly like dissolving, leaving only two traces of light gold. into the bodies of the Knowledge Rabbit and the Golden Retriever Dog Susie.

"It's amazing, Audrey. I feel like I have some connection with this strange rabbit."

Susie stood up from the ground in a flash, looked at the Knowledge Rabbit who turned around and walked towards the spiritual world passage created by the ritual, and said in surprise.

"Congratulations, Susie, from now on, you officially have your own messenger! This is a treatment that most extraordinary people do not have."

Audrey stood up from the ground, looked at the place where the Knowledge Rabbit left, raised her chin slightly, and said with a sense of accomplishment.

Even Susie has a messenger, but I don't. When I have the opportunity in the future, I will personally go to the spirit world to recruit a messenger of my own.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 445 Golden Dream

West Balam, on the coast of the Raging Sea, a huge sailboat reflecting golden light rushed out of the storm in the early morning sun.

The surging waves and howling winds around it had no impact on it at all. The waves and winds mysteriously turned and disappeared when they were about to approach it.

In front of the captain's cabin of the Golden Dream, Edwina held a bronze-colored monocular telescope and looked at the coast that had come into view in front of her.

After a while, she put down the monocular in her hand, her face relaxed slightly, and she said in a calm voice:

"Keep the speed and try to dock at the dock before noon today. The Golden Dream will stay here for a week. You can move around freely during this week, which is in addition to the vacation you deserve."

With the blessing of secret magic, her voice clearly reached the ears of every crew member on the Golden Dream.

"Great!"

"Ha ha!"

"Praise Captain!"

The cheers and boasts about Edwina could be heard on the ship for a while. Edwina continued after the cheers subsided:

"There is a lot of chaos here in West Balam. During your vacation, there must be enough manpower on the Golden Dream to take turns on duty. Blue, you will arrange this matter."

"Okay, Captain."

First mate Blue Walls, who wore a monocle and had short gray curly hair, responded to Edwina with a serious expression.

Then his expression softened again, and he opened his mouth to ask something with a flattering and expectant look, but the moment you opened your mouth, you forgot what you wanted to say.

"Captain, are you planning to get off the ship? Why don't we come together?"

Third "Flower Bow Tie" Jordan came closer at some point, and he spoke to Edwina with a natural expression.

While speaking, he turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at Blue, who looked confused, and smiled provocatively at him.

Edwina took a deep look at Jordan. She knew exactly why Blue suddenly paused in his words. However, Jordan only used his stealing ability to play pranks occasionally, which helped him digest and master magic. Medicine, she didn't care about it.

"Captain, where are you going? The Pas Valley or the Harvest Plains? Or adventure in the ancient forest?"

Daniz also walked to the captain's cabin at this time, walking past casually, but his eyes remained on Edwina.

Seeing more and more crew members approaching her, Edwina shook her head slightly, and then said calmly:

"I plan to stay at the Church of Knowledge in Pas Valley for a while, and I plan to seek the prophet's potion formula from the bishop there."

"Prophet? Captain, are you going to be promoted to demigod?"

The first person to react was Yodson. He looked at Edwina with a surprised look on his face, and his tone was very complicated. He was happy about the captain's increase in power, but also felt helpless that he still couldn't catch up with her.

I finally collected the Dream Thief's potion materials in the violent sea, and became the same Sequence Five as the captain. As a result, the captain was already planning to be promoted to demigod~

"Demigod? Then captain, aren't you going to become the pirate king soon?"

Daniz opened his mouth from ear to ear in surprise, and began to think about the future in his mind.

Wouldn't this be able to stabilize the madman Gehrman Sparrow? When the captain is successfully promoted, I will find a reason to trick that guy Gehrman Sparrow to the Golden Dream and let the captain beat him up. pause.

Edwina looked around, shook her head slightly and said in a calm voice:

"Not so fast. Potions after Sequence 4 can no longer be purchased with money, and the further you go, the more troublesome and difficult the rituals required for promotion become."

"It's very common to stay in Sequence Five for decades without a suitable opportunity."

"You can ask Al Tynes. If he has separated the characteristics of the prophet in his body, you can trade with him."

A low, hoarse voice suddenly echoed around, and along with this voice appeared dark shadows flowing like water from all directions, squirming on the deck and condensing into a dark human shape.

It moved its body quite unaccustomedly and murmured:

"No matter how many times you use your human body in this form, you are not used to it!"

"Something happens in the Pas Valley recently. If you are lucky enough, you may be able to take advantage of this opportunity to be directly promoted to Demigod."

Edwina calmly nodded towards the dark figure and said:

"Thank you for the reminder, I will ask."

"Your Excellency Vaj Ver, what will happen in the Pas Valley? Is it dangerous?"

Yodson on the side frowned slightly and asked. He had just received a letter from Renekton a few days ago, asking him to go to the Pass Valley to help preach. The words of the dark figure just now made him a little worried about his safety.

Vajvir unskillfully manipulated the pitch-black figure to take two steps, and then disintegrated into a puddle of sticky darkness, flowing freely in the surrounding shadows.

Its voice echoed in every shadow around:

"It's not too dangerous for a sequence five thief. Escape and save your life are what you are best at."

"Haha, Jordan, I didn't expect you to be a coward who is good at escaping!"

Danitz did not miss this opportunity to ridicule, and the other crew members around him were surprisingly unanimous when targeting Jordson. Since Jordan was promoted to a Sequence Five Dream Stealer, in addition to playing pranks on the ship to make everyone look stupid, he also acted more diligently in front of Edwina, which allowed him to firmly win over the entire Golden Dream. The hatred in the world has become the target of everyone.

Jordan chuckled nonchalantly and said:

"It should be said that as a Sequence Five, I can easily play tricks on weak Extraordinaries like you!"

Daniz's face turned red and white, and he recalled the embarrassing shit after his thoughts were stolen by the other party! This abominable thief, after being promoted to Sequence Five, his extraordinary abilities became even more bizarre.

It was not until nearly noon that the Golden Dream docked at a private port near the mouth of the Pas Valley.

All the personnel in this private port were replaced by the local warlord Mesanyes. His troops dressed up as ordinary migrant workers and loaded and unloaded the cargo on the Golden Dream.

On the second floor of a poorly renovated tavern outside the port, Jordan followed Edwina and quietly left the Golden Dream and came here.

Edwina knocked on the closed door slowly and rhythmically, three times and two times lightly.

When she retracted her hand, a low voice came from the room: "Please come in!"

As the words fell, the wooden door painted with red paint opened automatically, as if there was an invisible spirit attached to the door.

Jordan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if sensing something. After a moment, he turned his head and whispered to Edwina:

"Captain, there are three people inside. One of them is very good at manipulating spirits and is probably an Extraordinary on the Corpse Collector path. The other one is very calm and rational. He feels a bit like you. He should be an Extraordinary on the Reader path. , I can't feel the slightest fluctuation of thoughts or ideas from the last person, he seems to know how to restrain thieves."

"Well, go in." Edwina nodded lightly and walked into the room with no expression on her face.

Yodson followed closely behind her. This was the first time he had encountered someone who knew how to restrain a thief, which made him feel bad.

As soon as he walked into the room, he heard the creak of the door closing behind him. It was quite convenient to see invisible spirits, even the servants were omitted, but it was quite weird.

As his thoughts floated around, he carefully looked at the three people in the room.

Sitting on the far left was an old man wearing a plain white robe inlaid with brass threads. His hair was completely white and neatly combed. He had an impressive pair of gray-green eyes. The moment he saw him, Yodson It felt like I was seeing Edwina every morning when she was having morning lessons on the deck.

He must be from the Church of Knowledge. If he can appear here, he must be at least a bishop or deacon. As his thoughts floated, he turned his attention to the middle, which was a middle-aged man with a straight posture.

Wearing a black military uniform, the buttons flashed with gold, and the medals were as red as blood. His skin color was light brown, his outline was soft, and he had obvious southern continental racial characteristics.

As for the middle-aged gentleman on his right, Jordson didn't even dare to raise his head to look at him. He always felt that it was extremely dangerous to look at him. He also knew how to restrain the thief's ability. He should be a A corpse collector with a high rank, a member of the royal faction of the Spiritual Religion?

"Good afternoon, Lieutenant General Bingshan, you are more beautiful and charming than the rumors say. Of course, so are your strength and character."

Mesanyes, who was upright and wearing a black military uniform, took two steps forward with a gentle expression and nodded in greeting naturally.

Edwina nodded without much change in her expression, and then said in a calm tone:

"Good afternoon, General Mesanyes, and Mr. Plaque, Bishop of Lucca."

Then she looked sideways at Jordan, who was one position behind her, and introduced to the three of them:

"This is my ship's third mate, 'Flower Tie' Jordan."

The silvery white in Luka's eyes flashed, and he looked at Edwina with a more approving look, like a teacher looking at an outstanding student, and then said in a calm voice:

"Edwina, it seems that the magic potion in your body has been almost digested. When this matter is over, you can start to advance to Sequence Four."

Edwina nodded gently and said:

"Yes, another purpose of my coming here this time is to seek the corresponding potion formula from you."

"I will submit the relevant application to the church headquarters." Luca responded with a chuckle.

"Congratulations, it seems that the Church of Knowledge will have another saint soon."

Mesanyes congratulated Luca sincerely, then turned his head to look at Pulak who had been silent and said:

"Mr. Plunk, when do you think it would be better to start our plan?"

"Prophetists are better at finding opportunities, but they have to be fast. Recently, more and more people have been infected by that strange mushroom."

Pulak, who had remained silent, responded in a deep voice, and then fell silent again. He tilted his head slightly, as if he had been listening to the sounds around him that ordinary people could not hear.

Luke looked leisurely at the clear sky outside the window. His eyes became extremely dark and covered with a layer of silvery white, as if he could see through fate. His voice was so calm that he couldn't hear his emotions and said:

"The people of the Earth Church and the Blood Tribe have arrived. The believers of the Primordial Moon will not wait too long. They will take action in these two days. This is also our best opportunity to clean up the cultists hidden in the Pas Valley."

Standing behind Edwina, Jordan's eyes were wide open. He looked at his captain in surprise, as if he was saying with his eyes:

"Captain, do we have to get involved in this matter? Is it too dangerous?"

Edwina didn't understand the message Yodson was trying to convey with his eyes, and only responded to him with an expressionless nod.

(End of this chapter)