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Chapter 471 Secret Asylum

Triss frowned slightly. As a former instigator, she was very keen on language and could detect that Renekton preferred the "Learned One" for her.

Is a hidden existence that has never been heard of, an identity created by some good god or evil god in order to erode the hidden authority? God of knowledge and wisdom? Or a hidden sage?

After pondering for a moment, she gathered her thoughts and asked curiously:

"Isn't the highest position in the secret-peeping path the hidden sage believed in by the Moss Ascetic Order? Or is the 'knowledgeable one' his incarnation?"

"Should we say that He is the incarnation of the 'Learned One' and needs to listen to our Lord's sermons?"

Renekton smiled and shook his head, correcting Triss's words in a calm tone.

Triss stared at Renekton in a daze, stepped back slightly, and said with a hint of vigilance in her eyes:

"Aren't you from the Church of Knowledge?"

"These two identities are not in conflict." Renekton responded with a chuckle.

As he spoke, the starlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly became brighter, and bits of starlight scattered into the room, reflecting a gorgeous galaxy.

The crystal ball he was holding on his left hand instantly became gleaming, and the gravity in the room became abnormal and began to move closer to the starry sky.

"trouble."

After muttering in a low voice, Renekton gently rubbed his right hand, summoning an invisible servant, and took the colorful and twisted oil painting from its hand.

With the continuous infusion of spirituality, the vortex-like light groups on the oil painting seemed to suddenly come to life, constantly enlarging, and overlapping with the surrounding space.

The urging galaxy that was originally reflected in the room instantly became distorted, pulled into blue lines, twisted and shrunk into threads of different sizes. The surrounding space was rapidly thinning, gradually losing its "height" and turning into a mass of threads. A flat watercolor painting with no thickness.

The bright and twisted starry sky and Red Rose Manor disappeared in an instant, and the hotel room became dim again. Only some dim light shined through the painted oriel windows, preventing the room from being completely dark.

"The impact at night is greater than I expected. Is it a coincidence, or is it because of something special about me?"

Renekton looked at the tarnished and hazy crystal ball in his hand and whispered to himself, then handed it to the invisible servant behind him.

Snapped! The clear snap of fingers echoed in the room, and a bright, bright and pure light emerged from nothingness, illuminating the room of the cheap hotel.

The sudden appearance of light made Triss squint her eyes in discomfort. After it calmed down a little, her eyes subconsciously fell on the abstract and distorted starry sky oil painting held by Renekton. There is some subtle and strong danger in this oil painting.

Sensing Triss' gaze, Renekton chuckled, raised the oil painting in his hand and said with a smile:

"Sorry, the magical item was a little out of control just now, but it has been resolved."

"It's called 'Van Gogh's Starry Sky'. It's a somewhat special magical item. It has extraordinary abilities that are different from the twenty-two paths to God. If divided according to the sequence of paths, it is almost equivalent to a sequence four magical item."

"Who is Van Gogh?" Triss nodded casually and asked a question.

"Well, a painter. A long time ago, he was a famous painter."

Renekton was stunned for a moment. He had no idea that Triss's focus was on Van Gogh, rather than the painting itself.

Triss nodded slightly and looked around the old room. The only wooden chair was already occupied by Renekton. She didn't care about her image as a lady at all, and sat carelessly on the chair with only one mirror and A double wooden box on a humble dresser.

She didn't have any jewelry or makeup on her body. She wore a men's shirt loosely on her upper body, paired with a pair of pale brown linen trousers, which had some unspeakable visual impact and allure.

Renekton suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry. He turned his head slightly and shifted his gaze to the painted bay window. He warned himself over and over again in his heart: The other party is a man, so he cannot approach him.

"Ha" Triss chuckled with unknown meaning. She just glanced at Renekton and retracted the thread. She leaned back slightly against the wall, tugged the corner of her mouth and said with a smile:

"What was it you wanted to say before you were interrupted?"

Renekton sat lazily on the wooden chair, rolled up the oil painting in his hand and said:

"Which existence are you going to seek secret asylum from? None of their help will be free."

"The original witch wants your body, your mind, and your soul. The goddess of the night may not care about you. The greater chance is to throw you directly behind Charles Gate. Mr. Gate has only one condition: to help him return to this world. , 'The Fool' follows the principle of equivalent exchange, but what you have done is not among the people He has redeemed."

Triss listened calmly to Renekton's narration, and said with no expression on her face: "Where is the Knowledgeable One? What price will it cost?"

After turning the rolled-up oil painting in his hand a few times, Renekton stood up from the wooden chair and said like a devout and fanatical believer:

"Spread knowledge to the creatures of this world, guide them on the path of exploring the mysteries, and secretly proclaim His name."

"This is what you are doing, but the degree is different. You will need to do these things more closely in the future, and the secret asylum is to pay you in advance."

Triss hesitated for a moment, then quickly thought of the things Renekton asked her to do in Backlund. She glanced at Renekton inexplicably and said:

"Finding, wooing and investing in those inventors?"

"You don't have to give so many choices just now. The only one I can really choose is this one."

"It's basic courtesy to list all the options and let people choose on their own." Renekton calmly defended his behavior just now.

"Ha" Triss chuckled slightly mockingly, then jumped off the dressing table, walked to the oriel window, and pushed open the closed window.

The cold wind of woo~woo~ rushed into the room instantly, blowing her hair and the men's shirt on her body, and there was a trace of unconcealable sadness on her calm face.

After remaining silent in front of the window for a while, she spoke in a hoarse voice:

"What is the name that points to the 'Learned One'? And, how should I pray to Him and spread His name?"

"The essence of knowledge, the source of mystery, the glory of civilization, and the persistence of truth."

"You can just pick three sentences from them. As for praying and spreading His name, just do it as you see fit. He doesn't really care about these."

While speaking, Renekton's body was constantly flashing with bright starlight. By the time he finished speaking, he had turned into a statue made of countless starlights. The statue shattered instantly and turned into dots of bright starlight that surged and dispersed. It gets into those tiny gaps in the walls and floors and quickly disappears.

Triss, who was standing in front of the open window, turned her head slightly and glanced at the starlight that was leaving. When there was no more starlight in the room, she closed the window again and leaned against the window frame with a low voice. And sighed deeply:

"The witch is the best at observing people's hearts. A lot of changes have taken place in her body. Does she rely on reason to balance her humanity and divinity? People walking on the tightrope will fall into the abyss if they are not careful."

"It seems that the moment he drinks the magic potion, the fate of the extraordinary person no longer completely belongs to him."

On the northern part of the Sunia Sea, a huge sailing ship just turned around and sailed towards the "White City" Nas, the capital of the Gargas Islands.

On the dark sea, the faint crimson moonlight illuminated the sail raised high on the sailboat. There were ten white stars of the same size on it, surrounding a cold and indifferent eye without eyelashes.

On the deck of the "Future", Frank, wearing overalls and a white shirt, was pouring buckets of sticky things mixed with black liquid onto the sea.

A black cat wearing a three-cornered pirate hat and an eyepatch over his right eye squatted upwind away from here. It looked at the unknown things that Frank poured into the sea bucket after bucket and asked doubtfully:

"Frank, did your experiment fail again?"

"Yes, but I have found a new direction. I will write to Al later and ask for a new batch of monster corpses. I will soon be able to cultivate plants that use monster corpses as nutrients."

Frank nodded slightly, his tone not discouraging, but rather excited.

The black cat Paz held up the three-cornered hat on his head that was about to cover his eyes. He jumped to the side of the ship lightly and looked at the dark sea, trying to find some traces of fresh dried fish.

After looking at the side of the ship for a long time, it did not see a fish jumping out of the sea. It jumped off the side of the ship with some disappointment. After landing on the deck, it turned to look at Frank and asked:

"Frank, why didn't the little fish come out to eat the experimental residue you poured this time?"

"This is different from the previous experimental residues. Although I have processed these experimental residues, they still contain a certain degree of toxicity and pollution. Those marine creatures will instinctively stay away from these things, and of course they will not gather here."

Frank tried his best to explain it to black cat Paz in simple words.

Paz's cat had a humanized look of shock on his face, and confirmed to Frank with a stiff expression:

"In other words, not only will no dried fish appear, but they will also stay away from the surrounding sea because of these weird things you dumped?"

"That's right." Frank nodded slightly.

"Meow~ My poor little dried fish!"

Paz was like a child who had lost his beloved toy. He lay on the deck and rolled around helplessly for several times, still mumbling.

Cattleya walked out of the captain's cabin wearing a black classical robe. She heard Paz's sad voice in the captain's cabin.

After getting closer and hearing clearly the words crying in Paz's mouth, she sighed helplessly, walked quickly to Paz, and asked with some doubts:

"Didn't Nina say that she prepared special smoked fish for you? Why do you still want to go to the sea to catch fish by yourself? You are just a cat, and you are far less agile than those fish in the sea."

Paz stopped rolling on the deck and looked at the captain who came to him at some point. He lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake and explained in a low voice:

"The smoked dried fish is so unpalatable, it feels like chewing wood when you bite into it."

"Smoking dried fish is disrespectful to dried fish! I feel that the death of dried fish is unjust."

Cattleya was silent for a moment, and then she warned:

"You must be accompanied by Nina when you go into the sea. The ocean is not your cat's domain. She will prevent you from drowning."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 472 Arrodes

In the middle sea of ​​Sunia, east of Olavi Island, among the undulating waves, a passenger ship sailed from the safe channel in the direction of the Rhoside Islands. Rows of artillery were installed on both sides of the passenger ship.

In front of one of the glass windows on the left side of the passenger ship, Klein maintained the image of Gehrman Sparrow and stood quietly by the window, quietly staring at the undulating sea outside.

"A little further ahead is the sea area controlled by the Fusac Empire. I can finally go abroad."

Klein sighed softly, then stretched out his hand to close the roller blinds, turned around and walked towards the simple single bed on the other side.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, his inspiration was suddenly touched, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the window.

Dots of blue flickering poured into the cabin from the gaps in the curtains, converging into patches of substantial starlight in mid-air, and quickly regrouped Renekton's figure.

After his figure solidified, Renekton stepped forward and said hello:

"Good evening, Mr. Adventurer~"

Klein sat up from the bed helplessly and looked at Renekton, who was sitting on the easy chair beside him. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly and said:

"Why are you here? I'm not a great adventurer yet, but you are. Not only is the Church of Storms offering a bounty on you, but Loen and Intis have also officially increased the bounty on you, and the bounties are not low. "

"I also want to go to the ruins of the God War. I originally planned to go to the Future to wait for you, but thinking that you haven't asked Arrods about my question yet, I had to change my mind temporarily and come here to find you first. "

Renekton sat half-lying on the easy chair and spoke in a leisurely tone.

Klein was stunned for a moment. Because the other party never asked about the result in a hurry, he forgot about it. After thinking about it, he coughed twice in embarrassment and said:

"Um, do we need to find Arrods now? That radio receiver has been placed above the gray fog for a while, which is enough for it to locate it for a while."

Fortunately, I still maintain the character of Gehrman Sparrow, otherwise this embarrassing scene would really make people touch the ground.

"Okay, do you need me to avoid it?" Renekton nodded slightly and pondered.

"No need." Klein shook his head gently.

Then he got out of bed neatly, rummaged through the materials needed for the ritual of praying for blessings, quickly arranged a ritual, and started praying to the "Fool" directly.

Then he responded to himself by dropping the radio receiver through the gate formed by the gifting ceremony.

As soon as the radio receiver was placed on the table aside, and before Klein could clean up the remnants of the ceremony in the room, a somewhat ethereal and illusive clicking sound appeared in his ears.

A piece of illusory white paper was spat out, with silvery Rune words written on it:

"My respected great and supreme master, I feel your call. May I ask, did I come in time?"

Klein used the ability of the Faceless Man to control his expression, nodded slightly and responded:

".timely."

With a click, another piece of illusory white paper was spit out, and the silver Rune words were followed by a smiley face emoticon:

"Okay, my respected master, according to the principle of equivalent exchange, you can ask me a question."

Klein looked back at Renekton, who was still half-lying on the easy chair. After seeing the other person nodded slightly, he looked back at the radio receiver in front of him and said:

"I want to know the sequence one of the secret-peeping path. What are the characteristics of the Emperor of Knowledge?"

Da da da~~

The illusory white paper on the radio receiver kept popping out, and some words seemed stiff and rigid, like answers copied and pasted directly from the spirit world by Arrods:

"Dear Master, there are only three copies of the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 1 of each path. The three copies of the Emperor of Knowledge's extraordinary characteristics are in the Moss Ascetic Order, the Trier Parish of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, and one copy. Whereabouts unknown."

"The Emperor of Knowledge attribute in the Church of Steam headquarters comes from the legacy of Russell. It is a sealed object, numbered 0-45, also called the Throne of Knowledge. It looks like a strange and gorgeous throne made of gold."

"As long as any creature sits on it, it will gain endless knowledge, master information about all things in the world, and have the ability to modify them to a certain extent, becoming a nearly omniscient and omnipotent existence."

"Experiment 1: The majestic knowledge will directly burst the brain of any creature without divinity;

Experiment 2: Ordinary saints will lose the ability to think under the infusion of complex knowledge. Saints who are good at wisdom in the following ways: voyeur, reader, generalist and audience can temporarily retain a certain amount of sanity;

Experiment 3: It will make people become cold and indifferent, gradually lose their humanity and reason, and become part of knowledge;

Experiment 4: It's Ominous (Erase)"

"Sealing method: placed in a gorgeous palace, with Sealed Object 1-113 nearby to continuously record and copy the knowledge it spreads; there must be intelligent creatures coming and going around the clock hours a day, and they must be good-looking , there must be a female, and it needs to be fully boasted every two hours (note: no pregnant creature can come near it, nor can it have too intimate sexual intercourse near it)."

"Warning: 0-55 contains secret and terrible pollution. Any creature that comes into contact with it may become unlike its original self. This change is difficult to detect and difficult to identify."

"Confidentiality level: The Pope, the first group of researchers, only messengers of God can use it on a limited basis."

"I can see very little information about the characteristics of the knowledge emperor of the Moss Ascetic Order. Only some of them come from the records left by Russell: it is most likely to be accommodated by the existence that the Moss Ascetic Order believes in. ."

"I haven't found any record of the characteristics of the third knowledge emperor in the spiritual world. It may have never appeared, or it may have been artificially hidden. Russell once speculated that this is also the way that the one who believes in the Church of Steam will jump. s reason."

"Dear Master, are you satisfied with this answer?"

Klein continued to maintain the character of Gehrman Sparrow and responded with a slight nod: "Satisfied."

Even the sealing method of the things left by Emperor Russell is so unique, and a good-looking lady must praise it in all aspects. Isn't this a bit outrageous? Even if it is a sealed object, it is just a chair. ah! Even if a beautiful woman stands in front of it, it can't do anything. The God of Steam and Machinery jumped across paths. He was once an Extraordinary person in the Path of the Mystic Man?

It is indeed possible. The diary submitted by Ms. "Hermit" mentioned before that the former God of Artisans and now the God of Steam and Machinery are closely related to the Moss Dervish Order.

After thinking for a moment, Klein turned to look at Renekton who was sitting on the easy chair behind him and said:

"What do you think?"

Renekton leaned on the back of the easy chair, gently rubbed his chin with his right thumb, and said in a deep voice:

"There is no record. It is impossible that it has never appeared. After all, a long enough time has passed from the First Era to the present. The extraordinary characteristics should have been gathered together long ago, either activated or turned into a magic potion for people to take. ."

"It should be hidden. The ability to manipulate the information level allows it to easily erase the information it left behind. This is also a manifestation of the secret power of the secret-peeping path."

"Achieving secretive effects by modifying and hiding information? I thought authority was something very abstract."

When the topic of authority came up, Klein couldn't help but curiously asked, even forgetting to maintain the image of Gehrman Sparrow.

The sound of clicking sounded one after another, and the illusory white paper on the radio receiver on the small round table placed in the cabin popped out again:

"Dear Master, I know the answer to this question. Do you want me to help you recall it?"

Help me recall the details of this wording. It would be a pity not to become a civil servant. Klein silently cursed in his heart, then nodded slightly and said:

"explain."

The clicking sound of typing sounded one after another, and soon, a new illusory white paper popped out:

"Okay, respected master."

"Authority is exclusive to gods. It is closer to a concept and the highest manifestation of divine power. Its existence itself transcends the rules and natural order of the world."

"Authority itself is reasonable, it is abstract only because of insufficient understanding of relevant knowledge and information."

"Just like the concept of 'death', most people and extraordinary people will feel that it exists objectively, but it is difficult to understand in depth. But for corpse collectors and sleepless people, it is not just like this."

"In the potion path, starting from Sequence 0, you will come into contact with authority. However, they at the angel level only have partial authority over this path. Only those who reach Sequence can truly Take ownership of all the authority this path encompasses."

The reason why it is abstract is because we don't understand it well enough. Why does this mirror speak like a reader?

Klein glanced suspiciously at the ticker where no new illusory white paper appeared. He nodded slightly and responded:

"well done."

"It is my pleasure, great and high master."

"Great Master, I have a presumptuous question. I wonder if I can ask you?"

The clicking sounds sounded one after another, and this time Lu Enwen ended up with an aggrieved finger-pricking expression.

It's evolving so fast, its kaomojis are about to evolve into emoticons. Klein sighed in his heart, although he really wanted to say that since it feels presumptuous, don't ask, but considering this dog-licking mirror, no, Despite the attitude shown by the magic mirror, he still nodded slightly:

"can."

The clicking sound of typing seemed to become much lighter, and after a while, a new piece of illusory white paper appeared:

"Great and merciful master, I don't know if I am qualified to follow in your footsteps and become your most loyal servant."

"."

Klein was speechless for a moment. He relied on the faceless man's ability to control his facial muscles to prevent the corners of his mouth from twitching.

Isn't this a bit too humble? It should be able to see some traces left by my Origin Castle, but just a trace or breath made this "magic mirror" Arrods, who is comparable to a level 1 sealed object, slip to his knees?

Although he was speechless, Klein still maintained his current personality and gave an ambiguous answer:

"It depends on your performance."

The sound of clicking sounded without any hesitation, and a new "blank paper" appeared from the telegraph machine. At the end, there was a stick figure making an oath gesture:

"Thank you for your generosity, great master. I will definitely follow your steps and always be by your side to be your most loyal servant."

I seemed to be ignored by both of them. Renekton looked at the master and servant in front of him who were immersed in communication, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should speak out to prove that there was a third person here.

When Renekton was still hesitating whether to speak out, the ticker made a clicking sound again, and a new section of the illusory white paper popped out:

"Great Master, the people of the Church of Steam have lifted the restrictions on my body. They should have questions to ask me again."

Klein nodded lightly and said, "You should leave first."

"Great master, I wish you a pleasant journey and return to your supreme throne as soon as possible. Your loyal servant Arrods retires"

At the bottom of the word is a little man waving his hands in tears.

The illusive white paper only lasted for a moment, and then suddenly disappeared. The light in the cabin suddenly became brighter. The radio receiver was quietly placed on the table, and the eerie and cold feeling on it completely disappeared.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 473 White City

In the basement of Backlund's Steam Church, several members of the Mechanical Heart team sat around a log table.

Sitting at the top is Ikanser Bernard, the captain of Backlund's Mechanical Heart Team, whose brown hair is always fluffy and messy, stretching out stubbornly. His face has strong and clear lines, and the look on his face seems a bit... complex.

He was holding an ancient silver mirror with strange patterns in his hand. There were black gems decorated as "eyes" on both sides of the mirror.

Ikanser's palm gently stroked the surface of the silver mirror. After a slight delay, water ripples swayed on the surface of the silver mirror, and then bloody Rune words appeared on the surface of the silver mirror:

"What's your problem?"

"Captain, Arrodes seems a little slow today?"

A member of the Heart of Machinery wearing gold-rimmed glasses sitting on the right side of Ikanser said something thoughtfully.

After a wave of water swayed on the surface of the silver mirror, new words emerged:

"Do you want to play trivia with me too?"

The member of the Machinery Heart team who originally raised the question shrank back and said nothing.

Ikanse stretched out his hand and pressed it in mid-air, signaling the surrounding team members to keep quiet. Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the magic mirror in his hand, took a deep breath and said:

"Great Arrods, what I want to ask is the 'fraudster' who appeared in Backlund. Who is it? Where is it now?"

A water film swayed on the surface of the silver mirror, and then a few bloody words emerged: "These are two questions."

Ikanser nodded slightly and said in a low voice:

"I understand, please tell me the answer."

As he finished speaking, the surface of the silver mirror instantly became deep and dark, as if it was in some dark place. After a while, dim yellow spots began to emerge.

The picture in the mirror gradually became clearer, and what appeared was a dimly lit basement, where several boys and girls dressed more delicately gathered together and were holding some kind of ceremony.

In the thick shadow that they couldn't notice, a somewhat dull translucent rabbit emerged from the spirit world and threw the gray-brown book in his hand into the ceremony. The book turned into pale spots of light. Disappeared quickly.

The picture shook quickly, as if it had been accelerated. When the picture in the mirror became clear again, the ceremony held by the group of boys and girls had already received a response. A trace of pale fire spread across the ground, outlines of each Rune words.

"Who is praying to me?"

"You disturbed a lonely soul"

"What do you want to gain by waking me up from my slumber? Following the principle of equivalent exchange, you need to pay a corresponding price for everything you pray for."

On the ground in front of the ceremony, there were some scattered jewelry and banknotes ranging from a few pounds to several soles, which seemed to be the most valuable things that this group of boys and girls had improvised.

The picture quickly floated, and it came to the spiritual world with rich colors. A translucent rabbit that looked a little dull was roaming in a certain direction.

In its hand, there is a folded gray-brown book. On the cover of the book is a twelve-section ancient mottled clock. Around the clock are scattered many mysterious symbols symbolizing heart, time and deceit.

The gray-brown book quickly flipped through a few pages in the hand of the rabbit-shaped spiritual creature, revealing the crimson twisted Hermetic words on it:

"Those little guys are so easy to deceive, don't you think so? As a voyeur looking through the spiritual world, I smell some omniscience in you, which really disgusts the book."

The picture on the surface of the silver mirror shook a few times, and then quickly dimmed as if the signal was poor. After a brief silence, silvery white water waves swayed on the mirror surface, outlining several silvery Rune words:

"That book is a little strange in some aspects. It has some qualities of a high-order audience path, and I can detect my gaze."

"Okay, it's my turn to ask questions."

Ikonser took a deep breath and stared at the magic mirror in his hand with a look of death, waiting for the other party's almost sentencing question.

Although the surrounding members of the Heart of Machinery team were a little curious about the characteristics of the high-sequence of the audience path and what the rabbit-like spiritual creature was, no one asked questions at this time. Everyone looked at the silver mirror with some curiosity. on the surface, but he didn't dare to show his gaze too obviously.

The water on the surface of the silver mirror swayed for a while before scarlet words began to form:

"Question number one: How often do you release in that area of ​​your life?"

All the surrounding members of the Heart of Machine team lowered their heads in tacit agreement, like quails pretending to be dead. Only Ikanser's face turned red and white.

He gritted his teeth, looked straight at the silver mirror in his hand expressionlessly, and replied in a low voice:

"Once every three days, if there are busy tasks, it may be once every four or five days."

There was a wave of water on the surface of the silver mirror, and soon new scarlet words appeared, like blood still flowing, dripping down:

"correct answer."

"Now the second question:

I would like to ask, when you are released, are the people you usually think about in your mind people you know and can come into contact with on a daily basis? "

Arrodes magnified the words "knowing" and "contacting" as if in a playful way.

The surrounding members of the Heart of Machinery team lowered their heads and looked towards their toes. As people watching, they were somewhat looking forward to their captain's answer, but also somewhat worried about the other party's answer.

Ikonser's face flushed for a while, then he lowered his head as if accepting his fate, and said in a low voice:

"I choose to accept the punishment."

Boom!

A silver-white electric light appeared out of thin air and struck directly on Ikanser. After the dazzling silvery white dissipated, there was a layer of charred black on the body of Ikonse, who was sitting in the position. His hair stood on end, and wisps of white smoke rose from his body, accompanied by a burnt smell. odor.

On the table in front of him, a silver mirror with a simple pattern had scarlet blood flowing on its surface, outlining the words:

"The trivia game is over!"

It only lasted less than half a minute, and the words on the surface of the mirror gradually dimmed, turning into an ordinary silver mirror with a dark surface.

Across the round table, a young member of the Heart of Machinery tried hard to restrain his thoughts and expressions, and with a serious look on his face, he talked about what "Magic Mirror" Arrods had just shown:

"Captain, that rabbit-like spiritual creature doesn't look powerful. There is a high probability that there are other extraordinary beings behind them."

Ikanser took a long breath, blew out a gray smoke ring from his mouth, stretched out his hand and rubbed his somewhat charred face and said:

"That spirit world creature can appear anywhere through the spirit world with that magical item that likes to deceive. The area involved is too wide. This incident needs to be handed over to the Mechanical Heart team that specializes in handling mobile incidents."

"Repp, you compile the information we collected into a file. I will report it to the church headquarters tomorrow. I need to deal with the traces on my body first."

"Okay, Captain." The team member wearing gold-rimmed glasses sitting on Ikanser's right nodded seriously.

The capital of the Carcas Islands, Nas is known as the "White City".

The houses built here are all made of local white rock as the main material. From a distance, the whole city looks gray, which is why it is called the "White City".

As the easternmost colony of the Fusac Empire, the guarding force that the Fusac military and the Church of the God of War can deploy here is very limited. The bishop of the Church of the God of War in the Gargas Islands is only a sequence five guardian. The executioner of the previous tribunal, as well as the brigadier general of Fusac's military and the baron of the royal family, none of the saints sat in charge.

The weakness of official power has also led to this place becoming a paradise for pirates. As long as the pirates do not cause trouble here too much and affect the main whaling industry and "grey amber" trading industry here, the official will turn a blind eye to them. Close one eye.

In the dock area, in a relatively popular local restaurant, Renekton sat quietly by the window, enjoying whale meat and grilled skinned whale oil that are special to the "White City".

He quickly cleared most of the food on the plate, then picked up the hand towel on the side and wiped the corners of his mouth stained with oil.

A figure wearing a double-breasted gown and a half-high silk top hat walked straight over and sat on the chair opposite the dining table.

Renekton chuckled softly without raising his head:

"You came pretty quickly. I thought you wouldn't arrive at the port here until at least the afternoon."

"Want to try the specialty whale meat here? The people here are very skilled in processing whales and will not waste every part."

Klein, who maintained the image of Gehrman Sparrow, nodded slightly, then picked up a piece of roasted whale oil and put it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it directly.

It's not particularly greasy, but it still has a fragrant smell. The attached skin is well processed and not too difficult to chew. The people here are really good at processing whales. No wonder there were people protesting against the capture just now. Whale advocates sustainable development. With the development of the shipbuilding industry, the whales in the Sea of ​​Beluga are indeed in danger.

After mentally evaluating the whale oil he had just eaten, he calmly said:

"Leave at eight o'clock tonight."

Renekton glanced at the expressionless Gehrman Sparrow with some surprise, and chuckled:

"Have you contacted Cattleya? It seems that you have already walked around here."

Klein nodded expressionlessly and responded in a calm tone:

"The voyage was relatively smooth."

So much so that the passenger ship arrived in the "White City" Nass several hours earlier than expected.

After adding something in his mind, Klein began to enjoy more than half of the food left on the table.

When he was almost done eating, he said with some confusion:

"You predicted in advance when I would come over, so you ordered lunch for two?"

"No, it's just because I'm curious about every food here, so I ordered more. The master of prophecy will generally not be touched unless he takes the initiative to look at it and it doesn't involve himself."

Renekton lazily leaned on the back of his chair, shook his head slightly and explained.

Klein was silent for a moment, holding back his words of scolding the other party for his waste. This was not in line with Gehrman Sparrow's character.

After taking a sip of the Southwell beer just served by the restaurant waiter, the greasy feeling in his mouth instantly subsided a lot, and then he continued:

"Well, at least it seems that I'm pretty lucky. I had a pretty sumptuous meal for free when I first arrived in Nas."

"I just went to the bar, where I met the captain of the Black Octopus, Basil the Bonebreaker, who has a bounty of 15 pounds."

"What? You want to hunt him?"

Renekton looked curiously at Klein, who was sitting across from him and said the amount of the reward with an expressionless expression. This posture indeed had the demeanor of a crazy adventurer.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 474 The Hermit Card

Klein suddenly paused. He felt that something strange seemed to be broken in his body at this moment, and quickly disintegrated. Many illusory stars appeared in his sight, and those bright stars seemed to be weakly attracted to each other. force.

At this moment, his Faceless Man potion was completely digested.

Taking a deep breath, Klein closed his eyes slightly and carefully felt that his own changes and spirituality had increased a little. At the same time, the faceless man's magical ability had once again been strengthened to a certain extent.

Why was the Faceless Man's potion suddenly digested? After Klein opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Renekton opposite, and a sudden realization came to his mind.

Al recognized my identity as Gehrman Sparrow. As a Sequence Three master of prophecy, the feedback from him directly caused me to digest the last bit of the Faceless Man's potion!

I originally planned to perform an in-depth role on the Star Admiral's "Future" for a period of time to digest the last bit of the Faceless Man potion, but I didn't expect that it would be completed so suddenly today.

After sighing in his heart for a while, Klein slightly curled his lips and answered the question in a good mood:

"Basil was once a subordinate of Vice Admiral Deep Sea. He became independent after Vice Admiral Deep Sea disappeared. He incorporated many of the former Vice Admiral Deep Sea's fleets and seemed to have the intention of becoming the next pirate general."

"If possible, of course I wouldn't mind gaining a trait, but I'm more curious about the disappearance of 'Vice Admiral Deep Sea'."

"There are rumors among the pirates that he was trapped on the bottom of the sea while exploring an ancient undersea ruins. There are also rumors that he has died due to betrayal by his men. There are even rumors that he has been secretly captured by the Church of Storms. "

Renekton lowered his eyes slightly and squinted to cover up the dark blue glow that flashed across his eyes at that moment. At that moment, Klein gave him some changes. He completely digested the Faceless Man potion. Already?

The thought flashed through his mind for a moment, and he chuckled and said:

"If you want to hunt that 'Bone Crusher' Basil, I can make a simple prophecy for you and guide you to a suitable time."

"As for the missing 'Vice Admiral of the Deep Sea', he and his 'Newins' have become one of the many treasures on this vast sea."

Klein looked at Renekton with a deep look, did not continue the topic, and instead said:

"What are your plans for the afternoon? I plan to find a hotel to rest and wait for the arrival of the Star Admiral and her 'Future' in the evening."

Renekton sat lazily on his chair, looked out the window at the street, and responded softly:

"I'm waiting for an opportunity."

"Opportunity?" Klein pondered. Seeing that Renekton had no intention of explaining, he stood up and left the restaurant.

After watching Klein leave, Renekton sat for a while before calling the restaurant's waiter to pay and leave.

How will the Hermit card appear? If I boarded the Future tonight, it would most likely have appeared in Nass by now.

While he was pondering, he had already walked to the street near the port. A group of local gangs were clashing with a group of suspected pirates. The two sides drew their weapons and fought loudly.

As expected of a place colonized by the Fusac Empire, the folk customs are indeed fierce. Such fair and open fights between local gangs and pirates are completely invisible in the Rhoside Islands.

Renekton curiously watched the conflict between local gangs and pirates, and sighed in his heart.

At this moment, he saw two tall guys with obvious giant blood take out several cans from their pockets, quickly opened the lids of the cans, and then threw them into the middle of the road.

An unspeakable stench instantly filled the entire street. Whether it was passers-by hiding in the distance and watching curiously, or pirates and local gangs fighting, they all covered their mouths and noses and fled the street.

Canned herring? Who is eating this kind of food that is comparable to a biological and chemical weapon?

As soon as the thought came to mind, Renekton's body instantly became transparent, turning into bright stars and surging away from the street.

On a rocky beach behind Nath, densely packed bright starlight poured out from the void and quickly gathered on a rock, re-condensing Renekton's figure.

The moment the salty sea breeze blew into his mouth and nose, Renekton felt his whole body shaken. Those canned herrings must be special biochemical weapons. I could hold my breath for the first time and still feel nauseated.

"The great unknown god! You are the essence of knowledge, you are the source of mysteries, and you are the glory of civilization."

"Your faithful servant prays to you;

I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom;

I pray that you will accept his donation."

Some intermittent cascading prayers suddenly echoed in Renekton's ears, repeated over and over again, from vague to clear.

Renekton looked around, and after confirming that no one else was around, he reached forward, took out an illusory hat from the void, and put it on his head.

His figure then disappeared, disappearing all traces.

After hiding himself, Renekton immediately communicated with the characteristics of the sage in his body through meditation, so as to establish a connection with the prayers echoing in his ears.

The next moment, he felt that his will was rising infinitely, spanning the reality and the spiritual world, looking down at the entire world, everything he looked at turned into complex and profound information, as if the essence of the world was the accumulation of countless information. .

Is this the origin of the Moss Trappist philosophy that everything is numbered?

As soon as the thought emerged in his mind, Renekton felt a bright blue star burst out with light in front of his eyes, drowning everything around him.

The light only lasted for a moment before it began to shrink, revealing a dark and profound scene.

In the picture, Ethan, wearing a black wizard robe, is kneeling on the ground in a pious posture. In front of him are three candles flickering with dim light. There is an eye drawn with herbal powder on the ground, surrounded by Twelve stars are scattered around, and the pupil position of the eye is a complicated gear wheel and an inverted triangle.

The moment he saw the mysterious symbol drawn on the ground, Renekton felt that it had a mystical connection with himself and seemed to represent himself to a certain extent.

Before Renekton could see more, the picture in front of him suddenly shattered and turned into an illusive and hazy light that was difficult to see. These rays of light quickly gathered and solidified into a playing card in front of Renekton. On the front of the playing card was Russell, who had snow-white hair and beard, wore a shabby robe, and a pair of brand-new red shoes. He held a stick in his left hand. crutches and a lantern in his right hand.

In the upper left corner of the card is written a line of words in ancient Fusac language: Sequence 0: Hermit.

The moment the Hermit Card appeared in front of his eyes, Renekton subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch it. Following his thoughts, he suddenly felt a violent falling feeling, and everything around him, including his own consciousness, became blurred. .

When he came back to his senses, Renekton realized that his consciousness had returned to his original form. He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his right hand.

He was holding a playing card tightly in his hand. The pattern on it was that of an old Russell dressed in rags, carrying a lantern and a cane.

"You came into my hands so easily?"

Renekton whispered incredulously. He had thought that this card of blasphemy might come by coincidence and easily, but he did not expect that it would appear in his hand in such a strange way.

Was it at Ethan's before? Is it any wonder that at that time, it was also because of this card of blasphemy that he was noticed by the Hidden Sage and secretly developed him into a believer in the Wilderness of Knowledge?

Ethan's sudden sacrifice of this card must have been instructed by the Hidden Sage. The person who responded to the ritual was also the Hidden Sage. The sound I just heard and the picture I saw must have been incidental to the Hidden Sage giving me the Hermit card. some information.

Mr. Huang just told me that the Hermit Card will come to me at the right time. The Hidden Sage sent it to me today. Is the relationship between the two of them so good? I even have some doubts about whether the characteristics of the third Emperor of Knowledge are in the Church of Knowledge.

Huh~ He took a long breath and suppressed all the thoughts surging in his mind. Renekton rubbed his right hand twice on the Hermit Card, creating pieces of bright starlight, which quickly covered it and obscured its specialness.

After doing all this, he turned around and took a step forward. As he moved, his body instantly became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless starlights. It then shattered, and bits of bright starlight surged into the depths of the spiritual world. .

when!when!when!

In the evening, the Church of the God of War emitted melodious and ethereal bells at the Dawn Church in Nas, and the time on the huge bell tower just reached eight o'clock.

The melodious bells rang throughout the city and reached the docks in the port area.

A huge sailboat slowly entered the dock at this time. Under the crimson moonlight, the huge logo on the sail was clearly visible.

It was a cold and indifferent eye without eyelashes, surrounded by ten white stars of the same size.

"Future!"

"The star is coming!"

The pirates and sailors who were responsible for guarding the ships nearby burst out in astonishment at the same time, and all the docks in the entire port were instantly filled with restless emotions.

As the Future approached, all the coastal defense guns set up by the Fusac military here were mobilized, aiming at the huge sailing ship without any cover.

As the Future approached, the atmosphere in the entire port became tense, like a tight string.

On the Future, the black cat Paz, wearing an ill-fitting pirate three-cornered hat, lay on the side of the ship and looked towards the dock area with a curious expression on his face:

"Heath, do you know who we are picking up on the ship?"

"do not know."

Next to the black cat Paz, Heath Doyle, who was tall and thin and with almost transparent cheek skin, shook his head slightly. The bridge of his nose was uncoordinately high, and his whole person felt sickly.

The three-cornered hat on the black cat Paz's head was suddenly slapped down hard, covering half of the cat's face.

Paz shook his head twice, put his tricorn hat back on, and said angrily:

"Hey Heath! I told you not to touch my hat, but I managed to wear it securely."

The pale Heath looked at Paz in confusion, reached out to help him adjust the three-cornered hat on his head, and explained at the same time:

"I didn't touch you."

Paz stared at Heath with some suspicion. Seeing that the expression on his face was very serious, Paz nodded doubtfully and said:

"Also, only Nina and Ottolov would do such boring things."

While speaking, it turned its attention back to the restless and nervous pirates and sailors on the dock. Looking at their nervous expressions, it once again lamented in its heart that it had made the right decision to stay on the Future.

It watched the dock getting closer and closer to itself, and the sailors and pirates became shorter and shorter. Shorter and shorter!

Paz looked down at his feet in surprise. He found that he had floated into the air at some point. He waved his four claws in the air in a panic, but he could never grasp the direction and strength, as if he was drowning. .

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 475 Boarding the Future

"Ugh~Help!"

"Heath, help me, I can't control myself!"

Hearing Paz's cry for help, Heath noticed the sudden situation on the side and wanted to reach out to pull Paz down from the air. He and Paz were like two mutually repelling magnets. , as soon as he got closer, Paz's body floating in the air was strangely pushed away.

Seeing that Heath was unable to save himself, Paz began to cry out for help to Cattleya, who was standing in front of the captain's cabin:

"Captain, help! The cat is going to die!"

Wearing a black classical wizard robe, Cattleya looked like a powerful wizard from ancient legends. Under the crimson moonlight, bright stars flashed in her eyes.

She glanced lightly in the direction of Paz, and said with some helplessness in her tone:

"Stop teasing them both, Paz is going to be frightened by you."

"It just drowned because it secretly went into the sea to catch fish the day before yesterday. Now it is a little afraid of this environment where it cannot control itself."

"Going to catch fish in the sea? Is this something a cat can do?"

Renekton revealed his figure in the shadows on the side, sighing rather speechlessly.

He looked at the black cat still floating in the air with a complicated expression. A flash of blue flashed in the translucent crystal ball held in his left hand, and then quickly became hazy and blurry.

The distorted gravity on Paz's body was quickly restored, and its body fell stiffly to the deck.

Cattleya withdrew her gaze, and her eyes suddenly lit up. A little bit of bright starlight quickly appeared, falling in the air and condensing into a long transparent bridge of bright starlight, extending to the dock where Klein was.

Very impressive! He is worthy of being the Star Admiral who ranks among the best among the seven pirate generals. Among the crowd at the dock, Klein silently sighed in his heart. At this time, he had the urge to brush his face with his hands.

If the identity of "The World" were not bound to Gehrman Sparrow, I would definitely have to change my identity and board the ship. Although I am not a sociopath, I am still a little uncomfortable being watched by so many people.

Klein sighed inaudibly, pressed the half-high silk top hat on his head, and then stepped out of the shadows, walking steadily on the long bridge where the stars were condensed.

The feeling of stepping on the Starlight Long Bridge is unexpectedly solid, as stable as iron. In addition to being too transparent, you can clearly see the deep blue and almost black water under your feet, giving people the feeling of stepping into space at all times.

While Klein was walking on the Starlight Bridge with his back straight, the piers all looked at him in awe or curiosity, which made him feel that he was in the spotlight, so it was very suitable for him to have a gorgeous show. The idea of ​​performing.

Under a series of unexplained glances, Cara Hey You walked through the last section of the Starlight Bridge and stepped on the deck of the Future.

He looked towards the front of the deck with curiosity and inquiry. The "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya, who was wearing a classical wizard's robe, with her black hair simply draped, and her deep black and purple eyes, was standing quietly in front with a deep gaze. He looked at himself with some curiosity.

Standing behind Cattleya was a man dressed in simple sailor clothes, tall and thin, with a sickly feeling about his whole person.

Behind him, Renekton, wearing a long dark brown trench coat, with his light blond hair parted sideways, and holding a fist-sized crystal ball in his right hand, was squatting on the deck, talking to a listless black cat. , but the black cat obviously didn't want to talk to him, and even wanted to scratch his face twice.

After taking a brief look at the situation on board the Future, Klein withdrew his gaze, took off the half-high silk hat on his head, and gave a slight salute to Cattleya:

"Good evening, ma'am."

At the same time that Klein saluted and said hello, Cattleya's eyes flashed with a dark blue, almost purple glow, making her already mysterious dark black and purple eyes even deeper and more mysterious.

She saw the bright and dazzling azure, blood red, silver, turquoise, gray, and golden brilliance on Gehrman Sparrow's body, which dazzled her a little. She even turned slightly away without paying too much attention to the condition of the other person's spirit body. The head looked back.

Five magical items, and a dozen spiritual artifacts or charms. After briefly summarizing Klein's situation, Cattleya didn't know how to lament whether he was timid and cautious or bold and reckless.

As a pirate general who is famous across the world, it is not that she has never seen more exaggerated magical items than this. However, any magical item has negative effects. Even if they are all of the type with the lowest side effects, they will have negative effects when the number of them accumulates. Becoming scary, in this case, the existence of magical items is actually a drag.

If he is not too stupid, it means that he has a way to deal with this situation. Just like an extraordinary person on the general path, he can intuitively grasp the abilities and problems of most extraordinary items, and can use them to avoid danger as much as possible.

His spiritual body was covered with a layer of lightless pure darkness, and it seemed that his whole person was hidden in a thick curtain of shadow. Is this why he gave me the feeling of being a non-living person during the Tarot meeting?

Cattleya quickly put her thoughts to rest and greeted with a smile:

"Good evening, Mr. Sparrow."

Then she looked sideways at Heath who was following her, and introduced aloud:

"This is the second officer on the Future, Heath Doyle."

"The Bloodless" Heath Doyle, the pirate with a bounty of 7600 pounds, Klein recalled the information about this pirate, then nodded gently towards the other party and said: "Gehrman Sparrow."

After introducing Heath, Cattleya took Klein to Renekton, who was comforting Paz, and continued to introduce:

"This cat's name is Paz, and he is a crew member on the Future."

Can cats be crew members? Klein silently turned on his spiritual vision, took a look at the cat named Paz, and saw from it a spiritual color that was richer than that of ordinary people.

This cat is also an extraordinary person. It has a strange sense of majesty derived from its own, which is very similar to the characteristics of the Arbitrator path.

Cattleya didn't pay attention to Klein's subtle actions. She continued to introduce Renekton to him and said:

"He is Al Tynes, and like you, he took the 'Future' to go to that sea area."

Klein maintained the persona of Gehrman Sparrow and simply nodded and said hello:

"Well, 'White Tower', good evening."

Cattleya's expression didn't change much. Some of her performances at the Tarot meeting allowed her to judge that Renekton and Klein knew each other and were very familiar with each other. Renekton nodded slightly towards Klein and responded:

"Good evening, I still have to comfort this frightened cat. You should follow the captain to get familiar with the 'Future' first,"

He didn't run a pet shop before, right? Why does he like to feed small animals so much and like to feed them magic potions? You should be an animal trainer, not a secret peeper. The captain's voice is too skillful. Is this a return to the "Future" and becoming a pirate?

Klein cursed a few times in his mind, nodded slightly, and followed Cattleya to the cabin.

The "Future" parked near the dock also set sail again at this time. The huge sailboat drew a large arc on the sea and headed east along the whaling channel.

As the "Future" left, the tense atmosphere at Nath Port gradually dissipated, and the pirates, sailors and Fusac military who were curiously watching and alert began to disperse.

Klein, who was following Cattleya, silently observed the surroundings. He discovered that the deck, mast and other places of the "Future" were covered with mysterious and strange symbols, intertwined with each other, and faintly overlapping to form a huge whole, like A strange ritual magic.

It is a mysterious sailing ship, but it has not yet reached the level of a ghost ship. However, the layout on the "Future" seems to be more mysterious and complicated than the "Golden Dream".

While Klein looked around curiously, Cattleya spoke up and gave him a brief introduction:

"The magic signs and symbols on the ship together constitute a huge and complex ritual magic. It is integrated with the 'Future', transforming the ship into a huge magical object, with a mystery no less than that of the ghost ship. "

"When necessary, it can also rely on the power of a great being."

"This is ritual magic designed by Al. I just recently completed the transformation of the Future."

A great being? Klein retracted his gaze and looked around, and sighed with a sigh:

"Is this complicated and unique ritual magic specially designed for the Future? This requires very rich occult knowledge."

Cattleya nodded in agreement, and said with a sigh:

"Extraordinaries on the reader path are experts in ritual magic, and they also like to understand and master different occult knowledge. After reaching a certain sequence, they can even develop various strange and effective spells."

"On the sea, the most representative one is the 'Vice Admiral Iceberg'. There are many messages on the sea about the magical spells she mastered. Although there are suspicions of exaggeration, the fact that the messages can be spread out itself shows something."

During the exchange, Klein followed Cattleya to the cabin. A man wearing overalls and a white shirt was walking out from under the cabin holding a wooden barrel filled with strange mushrooms.

He has a strong build and thick hair on his body, and his exposed forearms seem to be covered with a dark brown sweater.

He looked at Klein, who was following Cattleya, and showed a hearty smile. He then bent his right leg and supported the barrel in his arms. He held the barrel with his right hand and stretched out his free left hand forward. :

"Good evening, Mr. Sparrow."

"I'm Frank Lee, first mate of the Future."

Frank Lee, a "poison expert" with a bounty of 7000 pounds, has a bounty that is not as high as that of Second Officer Heath Dall. Is it because he is less dangerous or because he rarely takes direct action in battles? ?

Thoughts floated for a moment, Klein bent slightly and said:

"good evening!"

Frank took back his left hand nonchalantly and said without a smile on his face:

"You seem to know me? Yes, my photo has been put on the Navy's wanted poster."

"'Toxin expert' is just a nickname given to me by those people. In fact, I am a very friendly person with my own lofty pursuits and ideals."

"Al has already kicked off the boat. Didn't you still need to see him for some experimental matters before?"

Cattleya spoke up in time to interrupt Frank's narration. The latter's eyes flashed and he spoke impatiently:

"He's finally back. I still have a lot of experimental ideas that I need his help and advice on."

"Haha~ Captain, I'm going to deal with the failed products of these experiments first. I already have new ideas in my mind. I have a hunch that I will definitely succeed this time."

Before Frank could finish his words, he quickly walked to the deck with the full barrel in his arms.

"Experiment?" Klein asked calmly, maintaining Gehrman's usual cold expression.

Cattleya nodded helplessly and said:

"He is researching a mushroom that does not require sunlight and can reproduce automatically by relying only on monster flesh and blood. It can also purify pollution, squeeze out milk, and grow beef and fish."

"." Klein didn't know what words to use to express his sigh, so he could only remain silent.

This kind of stuff with stacks of buffs has nothing to do with mushrooms, right? However, these conditions seem to be just in line with the environment in Silver City. Is this food prepared for Little Sun and the others?

Cattleya didn't explain too much about Frank. She took Klein to a room diagonally opposite the captain's room and said:

"This is your room. Al's room is next to it. If you have any questions, you can ask him, or come to me directly in the captain's room."

"The ship's restaurant will be occupied at all times, so you can always come and have a meal, or have Frank send someone to deliver food to your room."

(End of this chapter)