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Chapter 466 The Tarot Club Begins

Dong~dong~dong~

There were short and continuous knocks on the door, and before Renekton could push the door open, the wooden door creaked open from the other side.

Bugs Bunny stretched out his little head from behind the door and looked here. Renekton raised his hand and tapped its forehead, then pulled it out by its ears.

"Wow. Boss, let go, your ears are about to break!"

Bugs Bunny kicked his legs to break away from Renekton's hand, his red eyes were instantly covered with mist, and he looked at Renekton pitifully.

The corner of Renekton's mouth twitched slightly, and he threw the black top hat he had just pulled off back on Bugs Bunny's head and said:

"Ritz is cute because he is really cute. You, a fat rabbit, should not imitate him."

Bugs Bunny was stunned for a moment, and a look of human embarrassment appeared on his furry face. He gritted his teeth and glared at Renekton and said:

"That's too much. You're attacking with a rabbit body!"

Grant held his chin with his hands, his eyebrows slightly arched, and he looked at Bugs Bunny with a faint smile and said:

"Haha, the little rabbit you raised is really interesting. Are you interested in trading it with me for a cat?"

"No interest, no interest! I don't want to sleep in a small nest made of mechanical parts."

Bugs Bunny shook his head in panic and answered before Renekton spoke.

Renekton took two steps forward, rubbed its head and said:

"Then go help me with my get out of class this morning and teach them some occult knowledge. If you really can't figure it out, ask your Knowledge Rabbit brother to help you."

"No problem." After experiencing the topic of exchanging rabbits for craftsman cats just now, Bugs Bunny responded with a particularly positive answer.

Renekton chuckled and rubbed its head. The body instantly became transparent, like a statue made of countless starlights, and then shattered instantly, turning into tiny bits of bright starlight that surged into the spirit world.

Bugs Bunny scratched his head in confusion, looking at where Renekton left and not knowing what to do next.

Grant leaned back slightly and leaned lazily on the back of the chair. His eyes still stayed on Bugs Bunny, and he chuckled and said:

"Little rabbit, are you sure you don't want to come to my house? I can build you a small nest alone. No, you are such a smart rabbit, you deserve a bedroom of your own."

"No!" Bugs Bunny took a step back, then shook his head.

Backlund time, three o'clock in the afternoon.

In the majestic and ancient palace above the gray fog, rays of crimson light rose up like water waves, then quickly retracted, revealing blurry figures.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

Audrey slightly saluted the figure at the top of the mottled long table and said hello in a brisk voice.

After a slight pause, she greeted the other members one by one:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man." "Good afternoon, Mr. Sun." "Good afternoon, Mr. White Tower.".

The rest of the Tarot Club also saluted and said hello to the leader, Mr. Fool, and then took their seats after nodding to each other.

From the sound of the voice, Miss Justice is in a good mood today. It seems that her brother who is in the military is probably fine and has probably returned to Backlund. This also means that the incident in the Pas Valley has come to an end. Thoughts are turning. During the moment, Klein's eyes subconsciously looked at Renekton, who was sitting on the high-backed chair.

"Dear Mr. Fool, I collected two pages of Russell's diary this week."

"The Hanged Man" Alger's voice interrupted Klein's thoughts. He maintained his relaxed sitting posture, nodded gently, and said in a leisurely voice:

"very good."

"Moon" Emlyn glanced at the expressionless "Hanged Man" Alger, then looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top of the mottled long table and said:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I also collected two pages of Russell's diary this week."

"I also collected a page from Russell's diary."

"Magician" Forsi spoke immediately. This was also Russell's diary that she bought at an Extraordinary gathering she attended last week.

"Very good." Klein curled his lips and nodded slightly in good mood in response.

He leaned back slightly, leaning against the back of the chair, looking around at everyone leisurely, and then heard the words of "Hermit" Cattleya saying that she had also collected three pages of Russell's diary.

He tapped the edge of the table in front of him with his right index finger twice, helping everyone in the Tarot Society to reveal the Russell diaries he had collected. Then he raised his hand slightly, and the tawny sheepskin material appeared one by one. The paper automatically flew into his hand.

Everyone sat quietly in their seats, waiting for Mr. Fool to read today's Russell's diary, while looking at the expressions of the other Tarot Club members with curiosity or expectation.

Renekton sat back on his high-backed chair and closed his eyes for a while. After a while, a deep voice suddenly came from his ears.

At the top of the mottled long table, the figure that was obscured by the gray mist withdrew its right hand from tapping the edge of the table and chuckled:

"You can start communicating now."

"Magician" Forsi looked around for a while. Seeing that no one spoke, she sat up a little straighter, raised her right hand and said:

"Everyone, I need a complete brain of Asman and the cursed object of the ancient spirit."

"I don't know if any of you have these two materials, or any relevant clues."

After stating her needs, she took a deep breath and leaned back on the chair, waiting for everyone's answers.

Miss Magician is going to be promoted to record officer? Her progress was much faster than in the original work. As his thoughts floated, Renekton raised his left hand and said in a deep voice:

"I know where to find the cursed artifacts of ancient evil spirits. If you need them, it's 1800 pounds."

"As for the Brain of Asman, this material is relatively rare. You can find the Abraham family. They must still have it in their family treasury." 1800 pounds! With my current financial situation, I can only withdraw up to 800 pounds. Even if I include Xio's savings, the maximum is only 1000 pounds. There is still a difference of 800 pounds. Forsi silently calculated in his mind all the money he could withdraw. Pounds, the excitement that had just been ignited was extinguished in an instant.

Her eyes wandered awkwardly for a while, and she coughed slightly with a guilty conscience:

"Well, I'll think about it and give you an answer in the next two days."

"No problem." Renekton responded with a slight nod. He originally thought that Fors would at least negotiate the price, so he quoted an extra 300 pounds.

It seems that no one has the habit of bargaining when doing transactions at the Tarot Conference. Is it because Mr. Fool is here and everyone cares about their own image? I always feel that Miss Justice single-handedly established the tradition of not bargaining when buying things for the Tarot Society.

"The World" sitting at the bottom of the mottled long table suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"I have the cursed object of the ancient evil spirit, 1600 pounds."

"Huh? You have one too?" Forsi hesitated for a moment. She subconsciously glanced sideways at Renekton, who was leaning on the high-back chair. Seeing that his expression didn't change much, she turned to look at the gloomy and reserved man. "The World" said:

"Okay, I need some time to raise funds."

"No problem." Klein replied in a hoarse voice while controlling his trumpet "World".

After Fors and Klein reached a deal, Renekton looked around and saw that no one was talking anymore. He raised his left hand and said:

"Does any of you need the characteristics of the Crimson Scholar?"

Although he was asking, he looked directly at "Moon" Emlyn, who was a seat away from him.

Crimson scholar? This is the extraordinary characteristic corresponding to the vampire viscount! Emlyn's spirit was shaken, and he looked at Renekton with bright eyes and said:

"how much is it?"

"8000 pounds." Renekton responded with a chuckle.

"Moon" Emlyn's face suddenly fell, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. 8000 pounds, even if I sell all the dolls in my collection, I can't get it. No, no, I will never sell them. Last time All the gold pounds that Lord Nibais sponsored me have been used for the baron's inheritance. It is impossible for the senior leaders of the vampire clan to give me such a large amount of funds in a short time.

Emlyn opened his mouth and said with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Can it be cheaper? Or do you need some help?"

8000 pounds, even if this vampire sells itself, it won't be able to raise the money. Klein sat leisurely on the high-backed chair. He suddenly felt relieved to see that everyone was equally poor.

what is this? Belief in fools leads to poverty? Klein laughed at himself in his mind and cast his eyes on Renekton. He was a little curious about what the other party would do. After all, Emlyn's poverty was obvious to all.

Renekton put his right hand on the handle of the high-backed chair, tapped it twice, and then muttered:

"I accept working to pay off my debts. There is a shortage of manpower in the Pas Valley right now. Since you are too far away, you can also choose to work from home."

"Work from home?" Emlyn repeated the words Renekton said with some confusion.

Sure enough, this guy was going for Emlyn himself from the beginning, and he worked hard to pay off his debts. Klein gently leaned against the back of the chair, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"The general job content is to sort out the herbal medicines and simple medicine preparation knowledge you know, describe them in easy-to-understand terms, and publish them in the newspaper."

"Well, you need to use Dutan language. If you don't master this language and the corresponding characters, I can find a learning channel for you and you can learn it by yourself."

Renekton sat up a little straighter and briefly recounted the work he had prepared for Emlyn.

"That's it?" Emlyn was a little surprised. This was much simpler than what he had been thinking in his mind just now.

I thought I needed help exploring some dangerous ruins, or hunting some dangerous creatures.

Renekton nodded, chuckled and said:

"That's it, this is a formal job, but you won't get paid until you pay off the debt. If you are in the Southern Continent, I may arrange for you to do some bounty tasks, but Backlund even Yeah, that's a little too far."

"Hiring noble vampires is more expensive than hiring ordinary adventurers."

Emlyn raised his chin and emphasized the words of the noble vampire.

Can you be proud of this? Under the gray fog, Klein's expression froze for a moment.

Is this something to be proud of? It seems that none of us are adventurers. "Magician" Forsi looked at Mr. "Moon" across from her with a vague look. She always felt that the vampire's way of thinking was different from that of humans.

Seeing that Emlyn did not object to his proposal, Renekton nodded slightly and spoke again:

"Oh, I still have some extra extraordinary characteristics here. If you are interested, you can buy them from me, or directly order magical items. Of course, this will cost extra."

"The cultivators, healers and harvest priests of the Cultivator Path, the medicine men and beast tamers of the Moon Path, the prisoners and lunatics of the Alien Path"

"These are things I can get directly. There are also some higher-sequence characteristics, but I need to negotiate with all parties and may not be able to get them. Especially the vampires, who take the characteristics very seriously."

"Each characteristic of Moon Path Sequence Seven represents a newborn, which is of course very important to the vampires!"

Emlyn raised his hand and knocked on the long bronze table in front of him, and said in a serious tone.

I wonder how vampires reproduce their offspring by directly separating part of their flesh and blood and corresponding characteristics from their own bodies? Or is it like humans, except that a copy of the characteristics of the Sequence Seven vampires must be separated for the embryo to take shape?

Klein shook his head slightly to get rid of the increasingly outrageous images in his mind, and then he controlled his trumpet "World" and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"If a magical item is created with the properties of a physician, to what extent can its healing power be retained?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 467: Communicating Alone

After hearing the question of "The World", the other members of the Tarot Club also turned their heads and looked at Renekton. Magical items with healing powers are always popular.

Renekton gently leaned against the back of the chair, tapped the armrest of the high-backed chair next to him with his right hand twice, and then said:

"Suturing broken limbs, curing diseases, and suturing souls. These abilities can basically be retained. However, the latter requires high technical support. Unless you are an extraordinary person who is good at the soul field, it is not recommended to try."

"Sewing souls! That sounds so evil."

"Justice" Audrey was slightly surprised. She did not expect that a Sequence Eight physician would have the extraordinary ability to sew souls together.

"The Hermit" Cattleya turned her head and glanced at Audrey and Forsi, who looked a little calm, and said in a calm voice:

"Evil or not is not classified based on extraordinary abilities. The focus is on the person who uses the ability, not the ability itself. Of course, except for the devil's way that will directly affect the extraordinary person himself."

"From the perspective of extraordinary abilities alone, many paths can be called evil, such as the fortune teller and thief paths, the sleepless person path mastered by the Church of Night, and even the generalist path mastered by the Church of Steam. Their promotion in a certain sequence The ritual requires extracting all the life force in a certain area, which will desertify the soil and dry up the lakes. This behavior is completely evil."

"Yes, just like our vampire race, although the path of the moon also contains some darkness and some weird powers, under the influence of our ancestors, we are still a noble and elegant race."

"Moon" Emlyn raised his chin slightly and continued Cattleya's words in a pleasant voice.

No, those vampires outside Silver City are disgusting. "Sun" Derrick retorted silently in his heart. He didn't want to have another argument with the other party in Mr. "Fool"'s kingdom, so he lowered his head silently. He shook his head and didn't pay attention to what the other party just said.

Artificial vampires also belong to the moon path. They are neither noble nor elegant, but this also proves Lilith's influence on the vampires and this path. Klein pondered a few words in his heart, and then controlled his trumpet. "The World" then sighed:

"Perhaps the essence of the extraordinary world is madness."

Renekton sat lazily on the high-backed chair, and then sighed in the words of "The World":

"Whether it is evil or not has a lot to do with the existence at the top of the sequence path. Just like the goddess of the night and the original witch. The former has single-handedly raised the quality of the entire sleepless person path, while the latter is responsible for the entire path alone. The witch They are more or less mentally disturbed under His influence."

The goddess is indeed a benevolent and kind-hearted god. Praise the goddess. Um. Audrey looked up with some shame at Mr. Fool at the top of the mottled long table. She was relieved when she saw that there was no reaction from him.

My idea of ​​praising the goddess here is a bit rude to Mr. Fool, so I should be more careful in the future.

Audrey lowered her head slightly and warned herself in her heart. She couldn't help but look at the figure at the top with some curiosity. She didn't know which path Mr. "Fool" had mastered. Judging from the style, it should be a more mysterious and magical sequence path, a diviner or secret voyeur type of path?

Renekton looked around the crowd, chuckled twice, and then brought the topic back to the deal he just proposed:

"So, do any of you need a magical item with healing powers?"

"How much?" Klein asked in a hoarse voice as he controlled his trumpet "World".

Renekton pondered for two seconds and then said:

"Well, it's 800 pounds. You are free to choose what kind of item you want to make it into. However, in order to facilitate the use of some extraordinary abilities, it is better to use the shape of medical equipment."

"Okay, make it into a needle and thread for suturing wounds."

Klein thought for a moment, then controlled the "World" at the bottom and gave the answer. With the ability to treat trauma, coupled with my own extraordinary ability to transfer wounds, I can recover quickly as long as it is not a direct fatal blow.

"Justice" Audrey, who was sitting on the other side of the mottled long table, raised her right hand slightly and said in a deep voice:

"I also want to customize a magical item like this. Can it be made into a bandage?"

"Okay." Renekton responded with a slight nod.

After a brief moment of silence, seeing that no one was continuing the transaction, Alger, the "Hanged Man", cleared his throat, lowered his voice and said:

"I need the Sea Singer's potion formula. Does any of you have it, or know where to find it?"

Not surprisingly, Renekton glanced sideways at "The Hanged Man" Alger. This was already the third time that he had asked for the Ocean Singer's potion formula at the Tarot Club.

After thinking for a moment, he leaned forward, put his hands on the table, looked sideways at Alger and said:

"Haven't you found it yet? 7000 pounds. If you accept this price, I can help you get the Ocean Singer's potion formula."

"7000 pounds? Are you short of money?" Alger, "The Hanged Man," looked at Renekton with some hesitation.

The Sequence 5000 potion formula is generally around 7000 pounds, but because it is difficult to buy, there is often a premium, but pounds is too expensive.

In addition, "White Tower" just sold a large amount of low-sequence extraordinary properties and magical items, and also asked "Moon" to work to pay off debts. He is either short of money or short of manpower recently. If he is at sea, I can still accept it through You can deduct a portion of the gold pounds by hiring him as a helper.

"The Hanged Man" Alger lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. He turned his head to look at Renekton and said with a solemn expression:

"I can't collect so much cash in a short time, but I know the coordinates of a primitive island where there are many extraordinary creatures that have long since disappeared from the outside world. The value of these coordinates is definitely no less than a Sequence Five potion. formula."

"I can swear to Mr. Fool that I guarantee the authenticity of the coordinates of that island. Currently, I am the only one who knows the coordinates of the original island."

A pristine island with many extraordinary creatures? It should be the island that Adam dreamed up. I actually set foot on that island. What should I do if Adam drags me into the Bone Church to chat?

That was in front of the best psychiatrist in the world. I couldn't keep any secrets in front of him, not to mention that I still had the aura of the true Creator and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. It was difficult for him not to notice me.

Renekton lowered his eyes slightly, thoughts floating in his mind. He felt that if he really went to that island, Adam would most likely wake him up.

After a moment of silence, Renekton shook his head slightly towards Alger and said, "I don't need the coordinates of the original island." No need? Why? Alger frowned slightly and looked at Renekton with confusion, then he pursed his lips and said:

"I can guarantee that there is far more than one extraordinary creature corresponding to the fifth level of the sequence on that island, and there may even be an extraordinary creature with divinity."

"I once visited that island by accident and did some simple exploration on the edge of the island."

Renekton raised his hand slightly, interrupted the Hanged Man's words and said:

"I'm not going to explore that island, so I don't need its coordinates."

"But since you lack gold pounds, you can go there and hunt some extraordinary creatures, and exchange the materials on them with me for the Sea Singer's potion formula."

"We have some members in the Tarot Club. You can definitely ask some people to explore the island with you. As for the confidentiality of information related to the island, you can sign some treaties under the witness of Mr. Fool. "

"The Hanged Man" Alger was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "I will consider your proposal."

While speaking, his eyes were always fixed on Renekton, and the emotions in his blue eyes were restrained, making it impossible to see through his true inner thoughts at this time.

Not planning on exploring that island? What's the problem there? Impossible, no one should know about that island except me and Qilinges, and I only gave some information. Even if he had been to that island by chance, he couldn't be sure. On the mysterious and vast sea, this kind of There is definitely more than one pristine island.

Is it a premonition brought by spiritual intuition? Sequence 4 of the Reader Path seems to be called a prophet. What I just said made him foresee something, or triggered something, so he rejected my conditions?

Thoughts flashed through Alger's mind one after another. After pondering for a while, he leaned back in a relaxed posture and leaned slightly against the back of the chair. He looked as if he didn't care about the failure of the transaction just now.

Following the silence of "The Hanged Man" Alger, everyone in the Tarot Club fell silent again. Klein sat leisurely in a high-backed chair and waited for a moment. After confirming that no one was initiating a transaction, he distractedly manipulated his The trumpet "World" raised his head and spoke:

"Ms. Hermit, I would like to communicate with you alone."

"The Hermit" Cattleya looked sideways at the "World" at the bottom of the mottled long table in confusion. She narrowed her eyes slightly. She subconsciously wanted to reach out to hold her glasses, but her right hand hit the bridge of her nose. .

She retracted her right hand slightly unnaturally, nodded slightly and responded:

"can."

While speaking, she kept looking at the "world" who rarely expressed his emotions through comments. His emotions were very restrained, and his clothes were also disguised to a certain extent. Apart from being able to tell that he was a senior and experienced extraordinary person, it was impossible to directly observe him. What valid information.

While Cattleya was observing "the world", Klein also manipulated the "world" to make a request for him to communicate alone:

"Dear Mr. Fool, may I have a private communication with Ms. Hermit?"

After controlling the "world" and speaking, Klein switched back to his tuba and chuckled:

"can."

While speaking, he raised his index finger and tapped it on the edge of the table in front of him, and then spoke again:

"You can communicate now."

After doing all this, he switched back to his trumpet "world" again, with calm eyes and a hoarse voice, he said:

"Admiral of the Stars?"

"I need to go to the ruins of the God War deep in the Sunia Sea for some reasons. Can I take a ride on your 'Future'? If so, what kind of remuneration do I need to pay?"

"The Hermit" Cattleya was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that the other party would call out her identity right away. Although "The World" was in a question sentence, his tone was very affirmative.

After a brief moment of silence, Cattleya nodded gently and said:

"Yes, but you need to wait for a few days in Nas, the 'White City' of the Gargas Islands. The Future is still in the northern part of the Sunia Sea and will take some time to dock."

"As for the reward, you can pay directly in gold pounds, or you can pay some equivalent occult knowledge or items."

Equivalent knowledge? Isn't this just asking me to have sex for nothing? Although I am not rich in gold pounds, I have mastered a lot of high-end mystical knowledge that is difficult for ordinary extraordinary people to access. However, I have a more suitable bargaining chip for the star general.

As his thoughts floated around, Klein controlled his trumpet "World" and spoke in a low voice:

"I know a 'Serpent of Mercury', and I will contact him at the appropriate time to ask about the blood of the mythical creature."

"'Mercury Snake'? Okay, I hope it won't be too long before this is the right word in your mouth."

Cattleya's eyes moved slightly. She had no reason to refuse the transaction conditions given by the other party.

The gloomy and restrained "World" chuckled dryly and said:

"I will give you an answer before I leave the Future."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 468 Scammer

After the individual communication between "The World" and "The Hermit" ended, under the signal of "The Fool" Klein, everyone entered the free communication session.

"Ahem~" "Moon" Emlyn coughed twice. After attracting everyone's attention, he chuckled and said:

"Everyone, I recently heard some interesting news at a gathering within the Vampire Clan."

"what news?"

"Magician" Forsi asked. While speaking, she had already imagined in her mind the emotional entanglement between a pure human girl and a proud young vampire. It could also be a vampire girl and a human boy, a female and a strong male. The weak setting seems more attractive.

Emlyn turned his head and glanced at Forsi. He always felt that Miss Magician was thinking about some strange things. After he thought for a while, he said:

"I don't know when or where, there were rumors about a shameless fraudster in the northern and southern continents and the vast sea."

"It may be a mirror, a book, a crow flying in the sky, a seabird, or even a doll placed on the cabinet. They will show enough intelligence to communicate with people, and they like to lie and are good at deceiving those around them. biology."

"In addition to defrauding some insignificant things, it also defrauds some gold pounds every time it commits fraud, at least 1 gold pound, and I don't know the most, maybe all the assets of the deceived person? No one has been deceived so miserably so far. , at least not known to anyone."

"The most bizarre thing is that once you are deceived by it, the corresponding scam will become reality by coincidence."

"Also, after the fraud is completed, it will sometimes reveal the process of its fraud in a malicious way, as if it is admiring the deceived person's distortion, collapse, and angry but helpless expression. However, almost everyone who encounters this kind of experience It seems to be bullying some ordinary people or relatively weak extraordinary beings."

As Emlyn described it, Forsi's expression became increasingly weird, and she was inexplicably reminded of the mirror she and Xio had encountered before.

Thinking about it now, how easily did I believe that the words on the mirror were abnormal and that their words had convincing qualities?

etc! Me, I was cheated? A full gold pound, as well as my feelings at the time, I felt sad for that lady from the bottom of my heart. I was too much!

"Justice" Audrey turned sideways, looked at Emlyn curiously and asked:

"Is 'it' an out-of-control sealed object? Or is it an Extraordinary person playing a prank?"

"I don't know. If it weren't for the vampire's actions in the southern continent some time ago, which took back enough characteristics and strengthened our connection with each other, we wouldn't have been able to integrate the information so quickly and discover the existence of 'it'."

Emlyn shook his head slightly and briefly explained why he knew the news.

"The Hanged Man" Alger frowned slightly. He recalled the information he had recently collected in his mind, and quickly came to the conclusion that the "fraudster" who liked deception and pranks did exist.

Where did this guy come from? The scope of activity is too wide, and it is unlikely to be caused by an out-of-control sealed object, but if it is an extraordinary person, what is it for? After pondering for a moment, he whispered hoarsely:

"There are indeed some related rumors on the sea, but there are too many illogical rumors on the sea. I didn't pay too much attention to these things before. After all, lying is what every pirate will do."

"The Hermit" Cattleya sat with her hands clasped together. After thinking for a moment, she said in a deep voice:

"This sounds a bit like something that Beyonders of the Thief Path would do. It has always been their pleasure to deceive others."

Renekton, who had been sitting silently by the side, had the urge to cover his face. He had a vague premonition from the time Emlyn started talking about the fraudster.

Has that scam manual behavior been noticed by some people? There is nothing you can do about it. As more and more people are deceived, it will be noticed sooner or later.

Speaking of which, it has been wandering around since I threw it to the Rabbit of Knowledge. I wonder how it is doing now? I hope I didn't attract the attention of those wandering Amon clones, otherwise I would have lost a magical item.

Klein sat leisurely on the high-backed chair and squinted his eyes slightly. His eyes looked particularly deep. The thoughts in his mind kept floating about the thief, Amon? Amon shouldn't be so boring. Is someone deliberately using this method to attract Amon's attention? Isn't this a little too bold?

Regardless of whether this idea is right or not, it is better to give them a warning. Thinking of this, Klein quickly gathered his thoughts and once again controlled his trumpet "World" and said in a hoarse voice:

"Oh, no matter whether 'it' is a real thief or not, this behavior will most likely attract the attention of Amon, the top fraudster, or it was originally meant to attract him. If any of you are curious about this matter, If you want to investigate, I suggest you make a will first."

Forsi, who was originally thinking about whether he could ask for compensation, calmed down instantly, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and complained silently in his heart, is it a bit too much to make a will first? Are all Mr. World's jokes so spine-chilling? To attract Amon? This Amon once parasitized the "sun", but was solved by Mr. "Fool", but this also shows from the side that Mr. "Fool" and Amon are in a hostile "world" and they are the dependent of Mr. "Fool" Or, what he just said was a reminder to us Tarot Club members on behalf of Mr. Fool?

If it is really a reminder, then this trap against Amon was probably set by Mr. Fool or one of his favored ones?

"The Hanged Man" Alger's expression first showed hesitation, then horror, and finally calmed down. He sat silently on the high-backed chair, and from the corner of his eye he unconsciously looked at the seat at the top of the mottled long table. figure.

Audrey, who had been paying attention to the reactions of everyone in the Tarot Club, quickly noticed the unusual reaction of "The Hanged Man" Alger. She glanced at the other person lightly, and was doing something in her mind through the other person's micro-expressions and some body movements. analyze:

Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s mood fluctuated greatly. What did he think of? Huh? Is he looking at Mr. Fool? Is this thing related to Mr. Fool?

Mr. "World" said that the fraudster who is active in the north and south continents, including the sea, is likely to attract Amon's attention, and Amon happens to be an enemy of Mr. "Fool", which is very related to Mr. Fool! Is the purpose just to lure out Amon hiding in the dark?

"The Hermit" Cattleya looked at everyone with a calm and cryptic look, taking in everyone's reactions.

The real danger is often hidden in some details of daily life. Both "The Hanged Man" and "Justice" have set their sights on Mr. "Fool". What do they know, so they think this matter is related to Mr. "Fool"?

"Moon" Emlyn and "Sun" Derrick sat in their seats in confusion. One of them didn't quite understand how this matter was related to Amon, and the other was far away in the land abandoned by the gods. , not that concerned about such things in the outside world.

Renekton glanced slightly sideways at the "World" at the bottom, and then looked at the "Fool" at the top of the mottled long table. His eyes were full of speechless emotions. Don't plant a flag for me by the way, I will lose that book. The scam manual doesn't matter, but if it falls into Amon's hands, it will become a locator to track me!

Feeling the eyes looking at him, Klein's mouth twitched slightly. Sometimes it's not a good thing for members to have too strong associations. Forget it, let them think about it. As long as I don't respond, this This thing has nothing to do with me.

Everyone in the Tarot meeting seemed to maintain a unique tacit understanding and chose to skip this topic at the same time.

After a brief silence, "Justice" Audrey looked in the direction of Renekton and said with a sigh:

"Both the Roen royal family and the Intis official chose to sign a treaty today with Mesanyes, the warlord who rules the Pas Valley. They will recognize the independence of the Pas Valley in exchange for the return of those who were detained there. The army on the border."

"However, it seems that Mesanyes has no intention of establishing a kingdom. At least he does not claim to be the founder of the kingdom, nor does he announce the establishment of a new regime in the Pas Valley."

"Everyone is speculating that what he really wants to do is to unify the entire West Balam, or even the entire Southern Continent."

"So soon? Don't Intis and Roen have any plans to take back the colony by force?"

"The Hanged Man" Alger asked with some doubts. While speaking, he looked at "Justice" Audrey and mentally re-evaluated her identity and status among the Loen nobles.

Renekton leaned his back against the back of the chair, placed his hands on the edge of the table, and said in a leisurely tone:

"Mesanyes has already received the explicit support of the Church of Knowledge and the Church of the Earth. Even if Rune and Intis want to rely on force to regain the lost colonies, they need to consider the attitudes of the churches of each party."

"In terms of the number and strength of Extraordinaries, they do not have an advantage, especially the high-sequence Extraordinaries. They are the key to changing the battlefield. Moreover, they are blocked by the violent sea, and ordinary armed forces are not so easy to transport. In the Southern Continent, it is difficult to form effective fire suppression on battlefields involving extraordinary forces."

"Besides, there are many conflicts among the countries in the Northern Continent. If the competition for colonies develops into a war, the final winner will most likely be Fusac."

Everything has been planned in advance. This style of conduct is very reader-like. It is decisive enough, detailed enough, and comprehensive. It has the feeling of being laid out with absolute rationality and indifference. Klein, shrouded in indifferent gray fog, secretly thought in his heart. After whispering a few words, he controlled the trumpet "World" and expressed his opinion:

"In addition to the mainland, the countries in the Northern Continent have many colonies on the sea and in the Southern Continent. This stretches their front too long. It is difficult to concentrate the power of the army and extraordinary people. It is far inferior to the Pas Valley who stick to one place. ."

"Recently, there have been some changes in the bounties at sea. The mysterious queen's bounty in Intis has been increased to 1 million ferkin. The amount of the bounty placed on her by forces such as Loen and the Church of Storms has also been greatly increased, exceeding one million. pound."

".1!"

"Magician" Forsi and "Moon" Emlyn exclaimed at the same time, and their throats squirmed twice. This was a number that they would never dare to think of.

After exclaiming, Forsi lowered his head in embarrassment, and mentally converted 1 million ferkin to how many gold pounds it was. The exchange rate between ferkin and gold pounds seemed to be 24 to 1. Even so, the conversion was enough. There are millions of pounds!

A lot of money. If I had that much money, I could buy all the Backlund dolls and prepare an exclusive dressing room for each of them! There is no need to work like this for the sake of a viscount's characteristics. Thinking that he would have to work for Renekton, Emlyn's expression suddenly became sluggish. He even had the idea of ​​going to the sea to work as a pirate hunter to earn bounties. impulse.

1 million Feirkin, this bounty has exceeded that of the "King of the Five Seas", but what does this have to do with the fight for the colonies of the Southern Continent? Also, Mr. "World" seemed to talk more today. "Justice" Audrey tilted her head slightly and looked at "The World" at the bottom, trying to observe something from him.

Well, his emotions are completely restrained and his expression is very gloomy. It is completely impossible to observe any effective information from Mr. "World". This ability is too restrained for the audience.

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 469 Letter

After sighing in her heart for a while, Audrey straightened her body and began to think about the problem just now. The bounty also represents the official's attention to a certain extent. Has the mysterious queen been promoted? Is she now a Sequence Three saint? Or an angel walking on earth? Most likely it's the latter.

Mr. "World" mentioned the change of the Mysterious Queen's bounty at this time, is it because the Mysterious Queen is also involved in the battle for the Pas Valley Colony? And she stood on the opposite side of Roen and Intis?

Things in the Pas Valley are so complicated. I used to think that this was just an incident promoted by the Church of Knowledge in order to better spread the faith. Fortunately, Alfred had nothing to do. Waiting for today's meeting between the top management of Loen and the warlord Mesanye After Si signs the contract, he can return to Backlund.

"Hermit" Cattleya didn't show any special reaction when "The World" mentioned the Queen of Mystery. She sat in her seat with her eyes lowered, seemingly distracted.

Regarding the matter in the Pas Valley, the Queen seems to have reached a certain tacit understanding with the Moss Ascetic Order. Recently, the Hidden Sage has also undergone some changes. Among the knowledge he released, there is a lot more living knowledge, but instead It is not as dangerous as before, and the knowledge is no longer as complicated and confusing as before.

"Sun" Derrick has been in a fugue state. When he talked about Amon just now, he listened carefully for a while. Now about the topic of the Pass Valley Colony, he can't understand it at all. He can only understand it in confusion. Sitting in his seat, he was slightly lost in thought.

Seeing that everyone in the Tarot meeting fell silent again, Renekton said with a thoughtful smile:

"By the way, the bicycles here in the Pas Valley have begun to be put into production. Are any of you interested? I can help you purchase a few."

"Backlund, Leppard's collaborator seems to be still preparing to build a factory. It will take at least a month or two before the finished product is ready."

"A bicycle? What is that? A special kind of carriage?"

Forsi asked in surprise.

Renekton shook his head slightly and said: "A portable travel tool that does not require horses. You only need to step on the pedals with your own feet to move forward."

He then made a proposal to manifest a bicycle to "The Fool" Klein. With Klein's help, a bicycle made by craftsmen Cat Bree and Ritz appeared on the long mottled table in front of everyone.

"What a strange shape. Can it really move?"

"And there are only two tires. Are you sure the person sitting on it won't fall?"

"Moon" Emlyn and "Magician" Forsi expressed their opinions one after another.

Um, I should embody the scene of Jordan and the others riding a bicycle, rather than embodying a real bicycle.

Renekton turned his head with some embarrassment to look at Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog at the top. With the help of the other party, he re-created the scene of Jordan riding a bicycle and taking Bugs Bunny through the streets.

Audrey's eyes lit up when she saw Bugs Bunny sitting in the basket in front of the bicycle. Can a basket be hung in front? Well, Susie's words probably won't work, it's too big, and if it sat in the front basket, it would probably overturn the entire bicycle.

After imagining the scene of putting Susie in the basket in front of the bicycle, Audrey almost couldn't hold back her laughter. She quickly sorted out her emotions, turned to look at Renekton and asked:

"How much does this bicycle cost? I need one, no, three!"

"Because it has just been put into production, the price is 3 pounds. If you need to customize the style or add some parts, you will need to pay extra."

Renekton responded with a chuckle, and then looked at the rest of the people.

Except for Forsi and Emlyn who looked a little eager to give it a try, the others didn't show much interest.

Renekton gently leaned against the back of the chair and took in everyone's reactions. Also, "The Hanged Man" and Cattleya were at sea. They spent most of their time on the boat and had no place to ride their bikes. As for the little one, Ghost places like Taiyang and Silver City are even less suitable for riding bicycles.

Forsi and Emlyn struggled for a while, but in the end they couldn't resist their curiosity and each ordered a bicycle.

Afterwards, everyone in the Tarot meeting shared some news with each other, until the "Fool" at the top of the mottled long table announced that today's Tarot meeting was over.

After everyone stood up and saluted, the crimson light surged from the boundless gray mist, instantly covering everyone in the palace. When the crimson light faded, only the hidden light at the top remained in the grand and ancient palace. A figure in the gray fog.

Looking around, Klein spread his spirituality around himself to simulate the feeling of falling. His figure quickly faded and disappeared into the space above the gray mist.

Southern Continent, Pas Valley.

The crimson light faded from his field of vision, and Renekton only felt that he was in a trance for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he was already back in the hotel room.

He got up from the easy chair near the window sill, moved his body a little, and walked straight to the desk on the side of the wall, where a piece of light yellow letter paper was lying quietly.

After approaching, Renekton reached out and took the light yellow paper into his hand, and looked at it for a while. Triss, this letter came later than I expected. After sighing a little, he then concentrated on reading the letter:

Ever since I was promoted to the Level 5 Pain Witch, I have been able to vaguely feel a great existence. No matter how I try to avoid it, it is useless. He will appear in my dreams, my occasional inspirations, and even inadvertently. in the discourse between

I don't even know where I will wake up next. It might be in a sewer, or it might be in a man or woman's bed.

Is there any way you can eliminate this effect? Although this pain has accelerated the digestion of my potion to a certain extent, I have a vague hunch that if I let things continue like this, I will lose the opportunity to become an iron-blooded knight and become a man again.

My subconscious mind refuses to ask you for help. I only wrote this letter after I took the risk of finding a psychiatrist to hypnotize myself.

If possible, I probably need you to come to Backlund. I'm worried that this letter asking for help will make my situation worse.

The final signature is: Triss Cheek!

"Triss Chick, Chick. It looks like her condition is worse than she expected. Could this be a trap?"

Renekton murmured a few words in a low voice and walked around the room for a while at a slow pace.

At the same time, his eyes flashed and became extremely dark, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm. Under such circumstances, he obviously lost focus and his eyes were blurred.

This state lasted for a while before his eyes became clear again. There was no danger or abnormality. This was just an ordinary request for help, but if it was related to the original witch, he could completely interfere with divination.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to go to Backlund. As the capital of Loen, even if there is danger, there will be almost no such thing as the arrival of the original witch. As long as there is no true god descending, there will be no danger of being unable to resist. .

After making his decision, he shook the paper with his fingers twice, and the words on it quickly faded away and turned into a brand new piece of paper.

Then he picked up the pen on the desk and left a letter to Bugs Bunny, explaining the reason for his temporary departure, and asked him to take the crow Anu to find Bree and Ritz to eat and drink for a while. .

Pressing the written paper on the desk with a pen, Renekton turned around and looked around the room. He gently rubbed his fingers and summoned two invisible servants to seal "Van Gogh's Starry Night" with a wall of spirituality. " and "Runaway Crystal Ball" take away.

After doing all this, his figure was instantly transparent, like a statue made of countless bright stars. The statue instantly shattered and turned into little surging stars that scattered into the depths of the spiritual world.

In the middle sea of ​​Sonia, on Tyana Island near the Rossed Sea, Klein simply packed his luggage. Everything he didn't need to carry with him was sacrificed to him and then thrown into the Gray Mist in his own way. In the pile of debris above.

In the end, he only carried a portable suitcase and went to the first floor of the hotel to check out. Then he took a taxi to the port, bought a recently departed ticket, and headed to the "White City" of the Carcas Islands. "Take Si's boat ticket.

The passenger ship will leave around eight o'clock tonight. There is still some time left. I can go to a nearby bar to stay for a while. I have to leave anyway. I can find some suitable pirates to hunt and give my squirming hunger a change. Grazing soul.

After making up his mind, Klein carried his suitcase and walked straight to the most popular bar nearby called White Waves.

As soon as he walked into the bar, he heard loud and overlapping conversations:

"Son of a bitch! Yesterday I was fooled by a talking fish, and I threw a total of 12 pounds, 5 soles and 3 pence notes at it! That's all the cash I have!"

"My head must have been caught in the planks of the ship, so I didn't notice its lies that were full of loopholes!"

"That's really all your money, so how can you afford to drink today?"

"My drinks today were paid for by the benevolent Captain Nar. If it hadn't been for the captain's help, I would have had to sleep on the street last night."

"You're welcome, if you hadn't thrown the money too fast, I would have become a victim of that sea fish."

"Hahaha, unlucky Solier, remember to catch a few more fish next time you go to sea, even if it's not the one that lied to you, you can still vent your anger, haha~"

Listening to the words around him that reached his ears, the corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly.

It was accurate to 3 pence, indicating that it was indeed all the money he had on him at the time. Judging from the reactions of these sailors and pirates, they did not notice the problem of the fraudster who was running around.

Buying a boat ticket and leaving Tyana today is a correct decision. Regardless of whether it is a magical item or an extraordinary person, there is a high probability that it belongs to the thief path, and the sequence will not be too low. Under the influence of the aggregation effect, Amon's The clone may appear here at any time.

While his thoughts were floating around, Klein had already walked to the bar. He threw out a 4-penny note and said:

"A glass of Tyana ale."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 470 The Original Witch

In the evening, in the Hall family's villa in Queens Backlund, Audrey sat on the right side of the long dining table, enjoying a small piece of cake dotted with fruit on her plate. This was her favorite after-meal meal. dessert.

After she was almost done eating, she took a sip of the Olmir red wine in her glass while observing the expressions of her father and mother.

After making sure that they were all in a good mood today, she controlled her tone and asked with some curiosity and concern:

"Dad, how was the contact between the royal family and the warlord who occupied the Pas Valley in the Southern Continent today? Hmm. When will Alfred return to Backlund? His position in the military will be affected by this incident. Are you affected?"

Earl Hall, who was sitting in the main seat, sighed softly, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and said with a sigh:

"Mesanyes has released him, Alfred should be able to return to Backlund next week."

"The military will temporarily suspend him, but this is not a bad thing. It just allows him to rest at home for a period of time."

"The Loen military troops stationed in the Pas Valley suffered little loss, but the high-level military personnel stationed there sacrificed a lot. If it weren't for the follow-up negotiations, Alfred might have also"

At this point, Earl Hall stopped speaking. He looked at his wife sitting on one side and gave her a comforting smile.

The family around the dining table fell silent, and no one answered. Audrey pursed her lips, looked around, then curved her lips and whispered softly:

"The goddess protects Alfred!"

"It's good for him to come back and rest for a while. After experiencing so many things suddenly, it will definitely leave some impact on his heart. It's just right for him to come back to rest and relax for a while."

Audrey was slightly worried, but her calm and cheerful tone made it obvious. Earl Hall looked at his daughter with soft eyes, smiled and nodded:

"Haha, my dear Audrey, you have grown up, but I am not old yet. You don't need to worry about these problems. Your brother and I will take care of these things."

Audrey's eldest brother Hibbert Hall also nodded slightly and said to Audrey after his father spoke:

"Father is right. As an elder brother, I have the obligation and responsibility to protect your innocence."

Audrey looked at her serious brother and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. No matter what occasion Hibbert spoke in, he always had such a businesslike tone. It's no wonder that no woman has shown any interest in him. Admiration, I have to say, he is far behind Alfred in terms of getting along with others.

After sighing, Audrey took another sip of the red wine in the glass, then turned to look at her father, and said curiously:

"Dear Lord Earl, what do you think of what happened in the Pas Valley? Can they really succeed? At present, neither Roen nor Intis seems to have any intention to continue pursuing this matter?"

Hibbert Hall, who was sitting opposite her, glanced at Audrey in surprise and chuckled:

"Audrey, are you also interested in this kind of political issue?"

"However, I feel that neither we, Loen, nor Intis, can simply give up on the Pas Valley. It is not only the richest area in the entire West Balam, but it is also where the safe channel connecting the north and south continents is located. It is a necessary place for entering and exiting the Southern Continent and is politically and economically important."

Audrey frowned slightly, looked at her father with a heavy expression and said:

"In other words, there is still a possibility of war in the Pas Valley?"

Earl Hall picked up the handkerchief placed aside and wiped his hands. He followed his daughter's gaze and nodded gently:

"Not for the time being, but a war will inevitably break out in the future, whether it is for the colonies or to fight against the resistance forces in the southern continent."

"But this may have to wait until a long time later. The outbreak of war requires mature conditions and irreconcilable conflicts."

"This is not a problem we need to worry about. Ladies and gentlemen, we should adjust ourselves to welcome Alfred home next week."

Is war inevitable? I wonder how Mr. "White Tower" and the Church of Knowledge are prepared to deal with subsequent problems? Should we ease relations between the parties and try to avoid war, or should we choose to directly erupt into conflict and repel the enemy from the front?

Audrey distracted her thoughts for a while, and after a while she came back to her senses amid the conversation between Hibbert and Earl Hall. She tilted her head and said with a chuckle:

"Okay, distinguished Earl and Countess, and my beloved brother, I wish you a happy meal. I'm going to prepare a small gift for Alfred."

After speaking, Audrey stood up from her seat, raised her skirt in the direction of her father and gave a slight salute, then walked cheerfully out of the restaurant.

Hibbert shouted towards Audrey who was leaving:

"Audrey, what gift are you going to prepare for Alfred? Let me also take a look."

"This needs to be kept secret. I can't tell you yet. The most important thing about a gift is the intention, not the gift itself. As long as you prepare it, Alfred will be happy."

Audrey half-turned her body, put her right index finger gently on her lips, making a silent gesture, and then walked out of the restaurant happily.

Backlund East District, in a cheap hotel room with some old furnishings.

The painted oriel window was tightly closed, and the dim light from the gas street lamp outside the window was faintly transmitted in, so that the room without candles and gas wall lamps would not be completely dark.

A woman wearing men's clothes is sitting on the dressing table, with black hair hanging down smoothly. Her face is round, her eyes are slender, and her facial features are not outstanding when viewed separately, but when combined, she has a gentle look. And a sweet feeling.

It was Triss Cheek, the Witch of Pain, who wrote a letter of help to Renekton in the afternoon. She looked like she was having a hearty dream, her eyes were a little blurred, and her lips were slightly open and closed, as if Talking in sleep.

Suddenly, a few stars flickered in the dim room. The starlight gradually became denser and emitted a hazy light. As the light continued to spread, it gradually became clear.

In just a moment, the dim and old cheap hotel turned into a luxurious and restrained manor. There were gorgeous decorations everywhere in the room, and the original bay window was turned into a transparent floor-to-ceiling window, just enough to see the green outside. Racecourse.

"You are not Edsac. You have transformed yourself into Red Rose Manor, but you don't have the owner here. Is it because your intelligence collection is not good enough, or is it because you are not very proficient in using your extraordinary abilities?"

Triss Chick, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, didn't know when she woke up. She was lazily leaning on the shadow position on the side of the dressing table, looking at the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window with lowered eyebrows, showing no emotion. , a low pressure enveloped her whole body, making her wary and hesitant.

Dots of bright starlight flickered in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the starlight merged in mid-air to outline Renekton's figure.

A fist-sized translucent crystal ball containing bright starlight was gently held up by his left hand. The starlight inside the crystal ball vaguely echoed the surrounding illusion. Renekton looked at Triss curiously and said, "Can you find my hiding place?"

"No, but for an excellent assassin, understanding the enemy's psychology and finding the place where the opponent may be hiding in a flawless environment are basic qualities."

"Every witch is the best assassin."

Triss responded with a hoarse voice, as if she hadn't completely escaped from the blurry dream just now.

Renekton tilted his head slightly and looked away from the other person. In this state, Triss was more alluring than usual, and people couldn't help but want to get to know her more deeply.

A dark blue glow appeared faintly in his eyes, and reason instantly took over his consciousness, suppressing all kinds of complicated thoughts.

The Red Rose Manor in the fantasy world suddenly dimmed, and the almost real noise suddenly became silent. There were sparse and sporadic stars twinkling outside the clear floor-to-ceiling windows.

After using secrecy to cover up this illusion, Renekton looked at Triss with some curiosity and said:

"What did you dream about just now? You look very obsessed."

Triss tilted her head unnaturally and said in a hoarse voice:

"It's nothing, I just dreamed about the past. Why does the original witch keep pestering me? I am just a sequence five pain witch. In the witch sect, this is not considered powerful."

"Perhaps you and Him have many similarities. Whether it is mentality or encounters, they are very similar to Him at a certain time in the past. This similar characteristic attracted His attention and made Him unable to help but want to make you. Become a container that can come temporarily."

Renekton walked to the single sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling window and sat down, lowering his eyes slightly and said in deep thought.

Triss leaned her body closer to the shadow. It seemed that only this way could bring her a sufficient sense of security. The shadow was so thick that it was impossible to see her face clearly. Only her weak breathing and restrained emotions could be heard. hoarse voice:

"Similar characteristics, huh. Could it be that the original witch was also tricked into drinking the assassin potion?"

"He doesn't live in the star realm like the Seven Gods, so why does he need a container that can come down temporarily?"

Renekton shrugged, sat leisurely on the sofa, and said with regret:

"I don't understand this question either. Maybe you should ask those antiques from the same era as Him."

"As for the need for a container that can temporarily descend, of course it is because His condition is not good. The injuries he suffered during the Pale Disaster have not healed yet. Moreover, the conditions for making a container for divine descending are very difficult. It is not something that can be found casually. A saint with the same path will do."

Triss didn't care about her original intention to make herself a vessel for the gods to descend. One hand held the loose men's coat on her chest, and the other hand played with a strand of hair hanging down her forehead and said:

"The old antique you are talking about can live to this day. Are you sure he has not become a god or is close to becoming a god?"

"Obviously, only by becoming an angel can you have a long life."

"If you are curious about this, you can try to communicate with the person who was exiled to the depths of the starry sky by the night and storm. He is an existence of the same era as the original witch. You may be able to learn some secrets about the original witch from him. intelligence."

With a faint smile on his face, Renekton told the other party how to communicate with Mr. Men.

Triss frowned slightly and murmured:

"Talk at the full moon? This requires at least a demigod, otherwise just hearing the voice of the ancestor of the Abraham family will make me lose control."

"This is too far away for me now. Is there any way you can block the influence of the original witch on me?"

Renekton said with a relaxed expression, "It's very simple. I just don't know if you are willing."

Triss took a deep breath and her face became a little solemn. The other person's tone made her have some guesses. After hesitating for a moment, she lowered her voice and said:

"any solution?"

Renekton raised the corners of his lips, chuckled and said:

"Seek hidden shelter. The hidden power can easily block the connection between you and the original witch."

"Secret asylum? Goddess of the Night? Are you sure you didn't want me to be locked up behind Charles's door?"

Triss was stunned for a moment, and then quickly thought of the phrase "Mother of the Secrets" in the goddess's honorific name announced by the Church of the Night, and her face became a little weird for a moment.

Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"Although the goddess of the night is the 'Mother of Secrets,' she is not the only one who has secret authority."

To avoid the influence of the original witch, contacting another hidden existence is no different from jumping from one fire pit into another. As long as I can complete my revenge, I don't mind betraying myself to a hidden existence.

After a brief moment of silence, Triss asked hesitantly:

"Who else? Or, what other secret beings have secret-related powers?"

Renekton's eyes turned to the scattered stars twinkling outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and he spoke calmly:

"As I mentioned just now, the ancestor of the Abraham family, Sequence 4 of the door path, is called a secret mage. This 'secret' originally means keeping secrets, and it means keeping secrets."

"There is also the 'Fool' that the Aurora Society has promoted before, and the 'Knowledge One' that is now being promoted in the Southern Continent. As the highest position in the secret-peeping path, he also has secret authority."

(End of this chapter)