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Chapter 116 Plague Doctor (please vote!!!)

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Chapter 116 Plague Doctor (please vote!!!)

  After going out and going back and forth between various stores, I spent an afternoon and finally bought all the materials.

Renekton converted a bedroom on the second floor into a utility room, which is now filled with various purchased materials.

"Bugs Bunny, come over here and help me make some special clay."

Renekton called Bugs Bunny, who was lying on the sofa chewing fruit, to come over to help. The cultivator path was very suitable for such strenuous work.

Renekton himself took out a quill and parchment, and wrote a story, or a description of the monster, on it:

  Plague Doctor: Carathius, they wear beak-shaped masks, hold crutches or rattles, and wear dark robes. They are as terrifying as the god of death wandering in the night.

The quill, stained with ink made from ritual materials, wrote on the parchment the legend of a beaked doctor. Then he drew a pattern of a beak mask on the parchment paper.

Renekton himself didn't know whether this legend was true or false, but since it was not used for mysterious reproduction, it didn't matter whether it was true or false.

Taking the clay made by Bugs Bunny, I made an outline of a plague doctor, carved out the details with a carving knife, and colored it. Finally, a circle representing the spiritual warlock and his own pattern were carved on the base.

"It's that simple. A lifelike plague doctor figure is ready." Renekton held the finished figure and placed it in the sun to admire it.

Bugs Bunny on the side looked at the failed products piled up to the height of the table and shook his head speechlessly.

Renekton mixed a portion of the doctor's extraordinary characteristics with some materials, mixed it into a failed potion, and poured it on the prepared plague doctor figure.

There seemed to be a pair of scarlet eyes emerging from under the beak mask that was originally a somewhat rough figure of a plague doctor.

Bugs Bunny on the side looked at the plague doctor's figure. A very uncomfortable feeling grew in his heart. He unconsciously took two steps back and said softly:

  "Boss, I feel like this thing is so evil! I feel very uneasy."

"It's alive, but not fully alive. There's some spirit growing!"

Anu, the crow, was also attracted by the movement here and stared warily at the plague doctor figure in Renekton's hand.

Renekton looked at the crow in surprise, not expecting it to be able to see the difference in this figure.

Thinking that crows, as extraordinary creatures on the path to death, might be able to see some things that they couldn't see, they asked curiously:

"What else can you tell?"

Crow shook his head and said hesitantly:

  "I can only feel that it is evil, but also very sacred."

"Ah."

Renekton nodded and did not ask any more questions.

This feeling of being both evil and sacred is in line with my understanding of the plague doctor. Perhaps it is my understanding that led it to move in this direction.

After the Plague Doctor's figure was completed, Renekton quickly prepared the ritual materials, set up candles, and drew mysterious symbols symbolizing the Hidden Sage on the ground. Place the parchment and figurine with the story of the Plague Doctor on it.

Drop the essential oil and hydrosol into the lit candle, and the candle flame will sway violently. Renekton quickly withdrew, sprinkled herbal powder around, then took a step back and began to recite a mantra:

  "The sage who has insight into the world, the eyes that pry into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

"I pray to you for the power of knowledge"

"I pray that you will give the power of substance to abstract knowledge."

As the prayer mantra was recited, the light in the room dimmed, and Renekton could clearly feel that the connection between the spiritual world and the real world in the surrounding area was strengthening.

Bugs Bunny and Crow had retreated to the corner of the room, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

The whining sound of the wind blasted in the room, and the candlelight was dyed with a hazy purple glow, swaying unsteadily.

Renekton picked up the ceremonial dagger, cut a wound on his palm, and dripped blood onto the parchment and figures on the ground.

A pair of cold, indifferent eyes without eyelashes, containing countless bright stars, appeared in the flickering candlelight.

Immediately, the parchment and the plague doctor's figure placed on the ground began to rapidly disintegrate, turning into streams of information, which were condensed into an illusory ball of light.

More information was being integrated into this illusory ball of light, and it did not stop until this illusory ball of light was dyed with a hazy bronze glow.

This illusory ball of light began to shrink and restore, forming a more realistic Plague Doctor figure again.

"By spreading its story, you can draw strength and gradually activate it."

A piece of information was passed into Renekton's mind, and the surrounding vision quickly receded. Only the blackened herbal powder scattered in the room and the lifelike figure on the ground confirmed what had just happened.

Renekton knew that his attempt had been successful, because at this time, he had received feedback that part of the secret magic tutor potion in his body had been digested.

Renekton bent down and picked up the Plague Doctor figure on the ground. The moment he picked it up, a cold, heavy, and dead feeling entered Renekton's mind.

Pick up the figure. Renekton stared at the figure for a long time, and he had a feeling that the figure was looking at him.

"It has certain characteristics of being alive." Renekton whispered, then sat back in the armchair next to the desk, and used dream divination to determine the effect and ability of this figure:

  Plague Doctor: Carathius

Possessing medical skills that transcend reality, it likes to follow the pace of plagues and diseases, and is willing to treat every patient it sees. However, its treatments are often accompanied by powerful side effects. It has the ability to cure serious diseases and suture souls.

The figure can be temporarily activated by infusing spirituality to summon a plague doctor, but it will not absolutely obey orders. It has its own likes, dislikes and judgments.

"It's a little useful, but not much!"

"My good healing ability has mutated into something like this. Who would dare to believe that this is an extraordinary ability that comes from the characteristics of a doctor! Moreover, he also has his own likes, dislikes and judgments, which can even become an unstable factor during battle."

After receiving the detailed information about the plague doctor, Renekton muttered a few words rather speechlessly.

Renekton was not particularly satisfied with the Plague Doctor:

  "If it has the characteristics of the Pain Witch or the main ingredients of the potion, the Plague Doctor can be further optimized. The Plague Doctor will be more suitable for plagues and viruses!"

However, the success of the Plague Doctor at least shows that this idea is feasible. Moreover, the current Plague Doctor can only be regarded as a semi-finished product. According to Renekton's vision, it lacks the abilities related to plague and viruses.

"As long as I have enough materials, I can definitely raise an army in the future!"

Renekton imagined for a moment the scene where he waved his hand and hordes of plague doctors scattered out from behind him.

Renekton planned to find time to go to the gangs in the East District to try out the plague doctor's abilities and replenish some funds.

At night, there was a drizzle of light rain. On the streets of Backlund's East District, homeless people huddled together under the eaves or under bridges to take shelter from the rain and keep warm.

Under the dim street lights, Renekton was walking on the street holding a dark umbrella. It was as if a layer of night enveloped him. Under the dim lights, all the more obvious traces were magically covered.

In fact, if they didn't pay close attention to observe, people around him would subconsciously ignore Renekton walking on the street.

This is one of the many spells mastered by wizards. After reaching sequence five, Renekton has a higher level of understanding and application of spell abilities.

Through the corresponding materials and spells, Renekton solidified this spell with hidden traces on the dark umbrella. Although it did not last too long, it was enough for use.

Renekton arrived at an underground casino controlled by gangsters with ease, without encountering any obstruction, because the unprofessional guards on duty were so busy bragging and chatting that they didn't even notice an inconspicuous figure passing by.

"Press it! Press it!"

"Shit! You should just listen to me!"

"Hurry up, next one! Next one!"

Compared to the deserted outside, the casino seemed very lively. Renekton skillfully took out a gold coin to replace the chips, and then used divination and cheating to wander around the many gambling tables.

After confirming that he had been targeted, Renekton returned to the casino counter and changed the chips into cash. The total harvest was 73 pounds 18 sullen plus 5 pence.

Leaving 8 soles and 5 pence as a tip for the counter staff, Renekton shook his wallet full of banknotes twice and walked out of the casino under the eyes of those around him who were either greedy or jealous.

The rain outside had stopped at some point. Renekton walked forward for a while and opened the black umbrella in his hand again.

Under the dim light of the street lights, I walked forward slowly.

Humph~

  There were rapid footsteps and heavy breathing behind him.

Ahead was a shadowed area that was not illuminated by the streetlights on both sides. The moment Renekton walked into the shadows, he stepped forward, twisted his body, and directly threw the umbrella he was holding over the head of the person behind him. .

Snapped!

  The umbrella hit the man hard on the face, and the open umbrella blocked his sight.

After he shook off the obstructive umbrella, what stood in front of him was a terrifying figure wearing a beak-shaped mask, holding a cane, and wearing a dark robe.

The plague doctor just stood there. The gambler who was originally very vicious and prepared to rob with a knife suddenly panicked. He raised a fruit knife with trembling hands and stepped back in panic.

"Don't come over here!"

"I, I have a knife! I'm not afraid of you"

"You are sick! Don't be afraid! I will cure you!"

The plague doctor took two steps forward with his crutch in hand. There was also a rattle hanging on the crutch, which made a crisp sound as he moved.

Renekton discovered a place that had not been noticed by divination before. The plague doctor's rattle seemed to have the effect of inducing fear in people's hearts.

It's not an extraordinary ability, it's more like a psychological inducement.

As the maker and user of Plague Doctor, when I saw this scene, I couldn't help but shake my head and sighed:

  "This does feel a bit perverted. Did my story make the image of the plague doctor too perverted?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 117 Carathius' Wanted Notice

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Chapter 117 Carathius' Wanted Notice

Faced with the Plague Doctor's relentless pursuit, the gambler who planned to rob Renekton with a knife felt his psychological defenses collapse.

Staring with bloodshot eyes, holding a fruit knife in his hand, he rushed forward with a roar:

"I'll fight you! I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of you!"

The gambler roared crazily, and the fruit knife in his hand stabbed into the plague doctor's body covered in pitch black robe again and again.

Renekton stood in the shadows and frowned at this scene. The suddenly mad gambler stabbed the air in front of him one after another. He was still roaring hysterically:

"Kill you! I'm not afraid of you!"

He didn't notice at all that the plague doctor who terrified him had walked behind him.

call out!call out!

  The sound of small objects breaking through the air sounded.

The plague doctor swung the crutch in his hand flexibly, blocking the short arrow that shot through the air without even moving his body.

The short arrow shot at Renekton was caught by an invisible giant hand, and then crushed into a ball of debris.

"The people sent by the underground casino to intercept and kill have finally arrived, but they look a bit weak."

Renekton whispered softly.

Throwing out a handful of herbal powder, "Nana" whispered a dragon language, and the herbal powder turned into a light green light and shot out.

There was a figure in the shadow in front of him, and he quickly fled into the distance. As if he had predicted it, the light green light magically fell on the figure, and he froze in place instantly.

The plague doctor gently tapped the crutch in his hand to ring the bell, and the crisp sound of the bell echoed in the gambler's ears.

The crazy gambler suddenly stopped stabbing out the fruit knife, turned his head stiffly, and saw the beak mask that was about to stick to his face.

"You are seriously ill. Please don't worry. I will cure you!"

The hoarse voice of the plague doctor came from behind the cold mask.

Renekton clearly saw the gambler's eyes widening, as if he had a myocardial infarction, and he fell straight onto the muddy street.

"It didn't use extraordinary abilities at all. It only relied on the interference of its own spirituality and the sound of the bell to achieve this! Is this its own talent? Or has the hidden sage instilled the corresponding knowledge into it?"

Even though Renekton is now at sequence five, the Plague Doctor's operation still makes his scalp numb. Renekton felt that its mastery and application of spirituality far surpassed his own.

Renekton didn't even give an order, and the Plague Doctor himself went to bring over the sneak attacker who was controlled by Renekton's spell from a distance.

The plague doctor dragged this strange Beyonder to the gambler who had fainted from fright, and laid them side by side on the muddy street.

Under the dim streetlight, a figure wearing a black robe and a bird's beak mask was holding a scalpel and gesturing at two people lying motionless on the ground.

"what are you going to do?"

Renekton asked aloud.

"He is sick, and I need to perform surgery on him before he can get better."

The plague doctor did not stop his movements, he was still making calculations, and replied without raising his head.

The sneak attacker's body was in a paralyzed state, and he couldn't even blink. Only the panic in his eyes proved that he was aware of the outside world.

"You are seriously ill. Please don't worry. I will cure you!"

The plague doctor said the same words to the sneak attacker with fear in his eyes.

Renekton noticed that the spirit body of this strange Beyonder was filled with colors representing fear.

"What's wrong with them?"

Renekton couldn't help but frown and asked.

In the eyes of my own prying eyes, the biggest disharmony between these two people on the ground was the fear caused by the plague doctor.

The plague doctor pointed at the gambler and said:

"His hands and eyes were filled with greed and needed healing."

Then he pointed at the extraordinary person next to him and said:

  "His hands were stained with blood, and his chest was filled with discordant desires that also needed treatment."

Renekton's brows jumped when he heard this, and he couldn't help but ask: "How do you want to treat them?"

The Plague Doctor answered Renekton's question with action. He used a scalpel to remove the gambler's hands, reversed their positions, and reattached them.

"When he loses his grip on the greed within, his illness will begin to improve."

The plague doctor said something with unclear meaning.

Then he pointed the scalpel at the Extraordinary next to him. Since the Extraordinary was only paralyzed and did not faint, he saw and heard everything that just happened. Tears of regret fell from the corners of his eyes, but no one cared.

"His blood was dirty and he needed to be bled."

As the plague doctor spoke, he used a scalpel to cut a long wound on the arm of this extraordinary man, and blood flowed out like water.

Although I understand that the two people lying on the ground are not good people. There is a crazy gambler who is obsessed with money and wants to rob him, and the other is an extraordinary person sent by the casino to retrieve the money and intercept him by the way.

But seeing them being treated by the plague doctor, Renekton still felt a little pity for them. Although they would probably die if they did it themselves, at least they would die happily.

"Is this why I divined that the Plague Doctor's treatment has serious side effects? It's not because his healing ability has mutated, it's simply because he wants to do this!"

"Damn! This thing is so perverted! I'd better not use it again."

Renekton had already made the decision in his mind to seal away the Plague Doctor's handiwork.

The paralysis effect on the extraordinary person had passed, but due to excessive blood loss, he no longer had the extra strength to stand up from the ground.

He could feel that his chest was being slashed open by the pervert wearing the beak mask. But he was unable to resist at all.

He turned his head towards the direction of Renekton. Although he could not see Renekton at all, he still looked here with pleading eyes:

"Kill me! Please, kill me!"

Renekton raised his hand, a light blue flame ignited in his palm, and then he threw the imitated devil's flame onto the Beyonder who was seeking death.

The Plague Doctor stood up and stared at Renekton with dissatisfaction:

  "Their disease has not been cured yet!"

However, the Plague Doctor did not attack Renekton. The spirituality to maintain its existence has been exhausted.

Under the streetlight, the Plague Doctor's figure turned into translucent glimmers and disappeared, and the Plague Doctor's hand returned to Renekton's hand.

"Don't use it unless necessary in the future. Although this thing is not strong, it is a bit weird and perverted."

Renekton was a little worried that if the horror stories of the Plague Doctor were spread, it would really come to life.

Renekton sprinkled some iron-black powder on the gambler who was still breathing weakly, and spirituality rippled on him like water waves. The image of himself and the plague doctor was completely erased from the gambler's mind, and certain anti-divination measures were also taken.

After waiting there for a while, the extraordinary person sent by the casino to intercept him released an extraordinary characteristic from his body. After Renekton picked up the characteristics, he traveled directly through the spirit world and returned to the house on Minsk Street.

Place the Plague Doctor's figure on the cabinet on the side:

  "You should just keep it as a collection from now on."

Then he took the characteristics he just obtained and did a simple divination.

"Sure enough, it is the characteristic of an assassin. I wonder if there is a witch behind him. Most of the assassin's potions should be spread by those witches. Only newcomers who do not understand the market can be easily deceived."

Renekton took the assassin trait and muttered.

If he hadn't been affected by the plague doctor's perversion and just wanted to leave there quickly, Renekton would have used the assassin's spirit to do a divination, and maybe he would have discovered a witch.

Put the assassin characteristics in your hand into an iron cigarette box and isolate it from the outside world with a spiritual wall. Then he put it on the cabinet next to him along with the figures.

Renekton thought that the matter of the plague doctor would be over, but he saw a report about it in the newspaper on the third day, or a wanted person.

The newspaper also contained an image of a plague doctor wearing a beak mask, a black robe, and holding a cane, as well as his name: Carathius. It is now wanted by the authorities and the major churches in Backlund.

The newspaper described him as a pervert with excellent medical skills but a twisted mentality who liked to kill innocent passers-by who went out alone at night.

"This can't be the work of the dog-licking mirror of the Mechanical Heart! Fortunately, it's not me, otherwise I would definitely give it to Amon as a toy."

Renekton felt that this guess was reasonable. The demon's flames also had a certain amount of damage to spirits. Using channeling on the assassin would not yield any effective information at all.

Renekton also dealt with the gambler who survived, making him completely forget about himself and the plague doctor.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 118 The Klein family infiltrator

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Chapter 118 The Klein family infiltrator

The Plague Doctor was suddenly wanted in the newspapers, and related rumors began to spread in Backlund. Renekton was a little worried that the Plague Doctor's figure would increase its activation level, so he asked the crows at home to stare at the hand every day. manage.

"Boss, the spirit on that doll has increased." Anu, the crow, was reporting on the status of the Plague Doctor's handiwork on a daily basis.

Renekton was used to this, it was what the crow said every day since the wanted notice was published in the newspaper.

"I hope the activated plague doctor can be controlled, otherwise we will have to destroy it."

Renekton whispered in his mind.

"Ok?"

Renekton's inspiration was triggered, and someone sneaked into Klein's house opposite.

Renekton walked to the balcony, and the Peeping Eye penetrated the wall directly, allowing Renekton to see the situation in Klein's house.

A man with dark skin, thin and sturdy, sunken eye sockets, and of plateau descent sneaked into Klein's house.

"Is that the person sent by Mr. Ambassador? Wish our Mr. Fool good luck!"

Renekton muttered something in his mind, but did not take this matter to heart.

He was just a Sequence Nine hunter, so he wouldn't really kill Klein.

On a rainy afternoon, the sky was a little dark. Renekton, who was flipping through a book on the lounge chair on the balcony on the second floor, noticed Klein pushing the door open and entering the house.

After thinking for a while, he still pulled Bugs Bunny up who was loosening the soil for the potted plants:

"Go and keep an eye on Klein. If something unexpected happens, help him."

Without waiting for Bugs Bunny to reply, several starlights circled Bugs Bunny's body, and then he was directly thrown out by Renekton and landed in front of Klein's house.

Bugs Bunny, who had just come to his senses and landed on the ground, scratched his head helplessly, took off the top hat on his head, and placed the top of the hat tightly on the door. After fixing the hat, Bugs Bunny burrowed directly inside and magically passed through the door barrier and entered the house.

When Bugs Bunny entered Klein's house, he saw Klein who was being hunted, rolling around the room to avoid him. Tables in the room were overturned and chairs shattered.

The two people who were chasing and being chased discovered a rabbit that suddenly appeared in the room. This rabbit was wearing a bow tie, a small vest, and small shoes. It was twisting a small rabbit with mud in its hand. shovel.

The sudden appearance of Bugs Bunny relieved Klein. Meursault, who was chasing Klein, did not take the pet rabbit seriously.

The next moment, Bugs Bunny jumped up from the ground and was in front of Meursault in the blink of an eye. At this time, Meursault felt a sense of crisis in his heart. Narrative stopped his movements and stepped back.

Ouch!

  The small shovel he had just used to loosen the soil hit Meursault hard on the head, and the small shovel deformed under Bugs Bunny's huge force.

Meursault leaned back, feeling dizzy for a moment and unable to even think.

Klein stared at this violent rabbit with wide eyes, but he quickly came to his senses.

Before Meursault could recover from Bugs Bunny's shovel, Klein picked up the regulations and contract on the coffee table, shook his wrist, and the contract in his hand ejected like a flying knife.

The standard contract stabbed into Meursault's throat accurately, and some frothy blood flowed out, and Meursault fell directly to the ground.

"Huh~ thank you!"

Klein let out a long breath, turned to Bugs Bunny, who was feeling sorry for his little shovel.

"Ugh~ My little shovel is broken!"

Bugs Bunny was immersed in the sadness of losing his shovel and ignored Klein.

Klein twitched the corners of his mouth. A big living person like himself was not as attractive as a small shovel. Taking a deep breath, he walked to Bugs Bunny and squatted down and said:

  "I'll buy you a new shovel tomorrow, as a thank you gift for saving my life just now. Is there anything else you want?"

Bugs Bunny raised his head when he heard this, stared at his big red eyes and asked:

"Can you farm?"

"will not."

Klein shook his head.

Bugs Bunny then asked:

"Can you do experiments?"

"Experiment? What experiment? Well, I probably can't do it either."

Klein said a little embarrassed.

Bugs Bunny shook his head in disappointment:

"Forget it, you don't know anything and can't help me!"

Klein felt like he was being despised by a rabbit.

"I have to go back to loosen the soil. Goodbye. If you want to eat fruit, you can come to me. I have planted a lot of fruits with different flavors."

Bugs Bunny waved his paw, then turned around and jumped to open the door, picked up the top hat on the ground, put it back on his head, and quickly ran back to the house across the street. Looking at Bugs Bunny jumping away, Klein couldn't help but sigh:

  "Does it take so many skills to be an animal now?"

Then he looked at his messy living room, foyer and dining room, feeling a little helpless. After all, these furniture belonged to the landlord, and he would definitely have to pay some money to compensate.

Klein walked to Meursault's body with a silent expression and used a psychic ritual to perform divination.

Through the psychic ritual, Klein found the man behind Meursault's assassination, the ambassador of the Republic of Intis to Backlund.

After picking up a copy of the hunter's extraordinary characteristics from Meursault's body, he began to worry about how to deal with Meursault's body.

"The boss said that you can choose to call the police, or if you find it troublesome, you can let him handle it, but the boss said that the way he will handle it will be very simple and rough."

Carrying a pile of colorful fruits, Bugs Bunny returned to the Klein family's living room.

"Call the police?"

Klein hesitated for a moment. This option sounded a bit outrageous. His identity was already shady, and now this matter involved an ambassador.

As for the simple and crude handling method at the end, Klein subconsciously felt that the other party wanted to destroy the corpse and eliminate traces. This was in line with Klein's understanding of Al Tynes.

Klein was not opposed to the idea of ​​destroying corpses and eradicating traces, but he still didn't trust this investor who suddenly appeared as a hidden sage, so he still chose to handle it himself, even though it was a lot of trouble.

Bugs Bunny skillfully placed the fruit on the sofa that was still intact, took out a gold coin from the decorative chest pocket of his vest, and handed it to Klein:

"The boss asked me to give it to you. He said that when you are in doubt, you should do divination. This is a problem that every fortune teller has."

Klein took the gold coin held in Bugs Bunny's paws with a dark look on his face. Although the other party's approach was very considerate, he felt a trace of ridicule.

Klein finally decided to do some divination because this was the safest way to get the results. But instead of using the gold coins handed over by Bugs Bunny, he took off the pendulum from the cuff of his left wrist and used his own tools for divination.

"I should call the police!"

"I should call the police!"

He closed his eyes and recited the divination sentence silently several times. After reciting it silently, Klein saw the citrine pendant rotating clockwise.

Bugs Bunny picked up a piece of fruit given to Klein, and while nibbling on the fruit, he curiously watched Klein's divination.

It discovered that Klein's divination method was different from that of its boss. His boss always liked to close his eyes or throw coins for divination.

After Klein performed several fortune-tellings to determine how to deal with the body, Bugs Bunny curiously asked:

  "Why do you always swing the pendant to do divination?"

"Huh? This is a relatively simple and practical way of divination. I am more accustomed to using this way of divination."

"Why are you asking this question?"

After Klein answered Bugs Bunny's question, he became a little curious. This rabbit seemed to know a lot about divination.

"My boss likes to throw things for divination. He said throwing something is more ritualistic, burp~"

Bugs Bunny finished chewing a piece of fruit in just a few words.

"A sense of ritual?" Klein didn't pay much attention to this. He personally prefers practical things.

"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

Klein asked curiously.

"My name is Bugs Bunny, the name my boss gave me."

Bugs Bunny had no idea where the name came from, he just thought it was a bit strange.

"Bugs Bunny?"

The familiar name made Klein stunned for a moment. He suspected that besides himself and Russell, there were other time-travelers in this world, such as the boss of this rabbit!

This name is completely out of character for this world, and it can basically be ruled out as a coincidence.

"The person who can choose this name, Al, is either a time traveler himself, or he has come into contact with time travellers."

Klein felt a little excited when he thought of this. In this strange world, he seemed to have met a fellow countryman. And he's not like Russell, the late fellow countryman.

In order to confirm what he was thinking, Klein asked again:

"Has your boss named any other animals?"

Bugs Bunny looked at Klein strangely:

"There is also a little silly crow, Anu, who is my little brother."

"Anu?"

Klein thought about it for a long time, but he didn't feel any familiarity. The excitement that just surged in my heart has subsided a lot.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 119 Playing the Gravedigger

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Chapter 119 Playing the Gravedigger

After Bugs Bunny left, Klein busily disposed of the body and then called the police.

I finally escaped from the police station with the help of lawyer Jurgen next door. I wanted to ask Al, who lived across the street, about the name of the rabbit and how to best solve the problem of being assassinated by someone sent by Mr. Ambassador. I was invited over by the maid from the landlord's house next door to talk about compensation.

"My detective career actually started at a loss!"

Klein looked at the miserable room and couldn't help but sigh.

"Are you going to find me?"

Renekton's figure appeared in the somewhat messy living room, and he naturally sat on the well-preserved sofa.

Perhaps because the characteristics of the sage in his body were gradually integrating with his own, Renekton found that his divination and intuitive premonitions were getting stronger and stronger.

For example, right now, not long after Klein had the idea of ​​talking to him, Renekton had a corresponding premonition in his heart.

Klein was startled by the figure that suddenly appeared in his room. He had just experienced an assassination, and he reflexively wanted to throw a few tarot cards and throw knives at him.

"Can't you just walk through the door? Stop popping up and disappearing all the time."

Klein couldn't help but complain.

"Next time definitely!"

Renekton replied without sincerity, and then changed the subject:

  "What do you want from me? Deal with the Ambassador of Intis?"

"How come you know everything?"

Klein did not answer Renekton's words. Instead, he was a little confused that the other person always seemed to know everything. Klein even wondered if this guy was watching him from the opposite side every day when he had nothing to do.

"Everyone has some secrets. For example, I am very good at prophecy!"

Renekton thought of a reason and explained.

Klein nodded, without expressing his belief or disbelief, and continued to ask:

"Since you can predict, how do you think I should solve this matter?"

"Do you want me to protect you for a while, or do you want me to deal with the ambassador?"

"Can't you choose both options at the same time?"

"If you find others to protect you, there will be additional expansion."

"My advice is, it's worth a try!"

Renekton still hopes that Klein can connect with Miss Sharon and the others, which can not only cause chaos to the Rose School of Thought, but also increase his friendly forces.

"Extra expansion? Worth a try?"

Klein pondered, feeling that the other party was guiding him to make this choice. After thinking for a moment, he did not rush to give an answer, but asked the ambassador a question:

"How are you going to deal with the ambassador?"

"Ten thousand gold pounds, I'll kill him."

Renekton directly reported the reward price set by Miss Justice for the ambassador.

"You still want to collect money?"

Klein's eyes widened and he looked at Renekton in disbelief. He was discussing such a serious topic with the other party, but the other party ended up talking to him about money.

"I have no money! For the sake of Mr. Fool, can I get credit?"

Klein's words were very unfounded. But he really couldn't come up with ten thousand gold pounds, not even one thousand gold pounds. I can only hope that the other party will let me take credit for the sake of Mr. Fool.

"Of course, you can also ask Mr. Fool to post a bounty for you at the party every Monday."

Renekton nodded directly and agreed. Miss Justice also had a bounty for Mr. Fool's favored ones. Instead of letting the people of the Aurora Society earn it, it was better for him to earn it himself.

"oh, I understand now."

Klein nodded. Even if the other party didn't mention this proposal, he would announce the ambassador's reward at the Tarot meeting next week.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Renekton stood up to leave.

"Wait a minute! Why did you name your rabbit Bugs Bunny?"

Klein quickly stopped Renekton, who was about to enter the spirit world, and asked him the question he was most concerned about.

"Bugs Bunny? Don't you think the name goes well with a bunny that walks on two legs?"

Renekton paused as he entered the spirit world. He didn't expect that his identity would be exposed starting with Bugs Bunny's name, but he didn't think about this issue when he named the rabbit.

"I'm going to take my crow to find a cemetery in the suburbs to dig a grave. Let's talk next time!"

Renekton stepped into the spirit world and left the Klein family after giving a random reason. "Does a rabbit walking on two legs match this name? Al, are you another time traveler?"

The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt that what he was thinking was probably right.

Reminiscent of the last Tarot meeting, when the Hanged Man provided Mr. Fool Russell's diary, the other party did not react much and seemed not to care that Russell's diary could be interpreted. Klein gradually confirmed his suspicion.

Renekton, who returned to the house across the street, grinned. He could already guess Klein's current expression. This was the effect he wanted.

"Soothsayers believe in the answers they find more than the answers told by others."

Renekton murmured in his mind.

"Come on, let's go to the cemetery and see if we can help you digest the potion."

With that said, Renekton grabbed the crow who was staring at the plague doctor's hand, turned around and stepped into the spirit world.

Traveling through the spirit world, Renekton took the crow Anu to a relatively remote cemetery on the outskirts of Backlund.

Renekton looked at the environment around the cemetery and made sure that no one would suddenly break in here, then he placed the crow on a tombstone and said:

"You try to communicate with the spirits here, and then use the prepared potion and ritual magic to turn the corpse buried here into a living corpse. See if you can play a gravedigger."

"Okay, boss."

Crow Anu raised his neck, his eyes flashed with faint fluorescence, like a dead spirit in the night.

Renekton stepped back a distance, allowing Anu to slowly communicate with the spirits around him.

If Anu hadn't been a crow and couldn't dig up the earth with a shovel like Bugs Bunny, Renekton wouldn't have let it turn corpses in the cemetery into living corpses to play the role of gravedigger.

After all, it was a corpse that had been buried in the cemetery. Renekton felt that this approach was a bit desecrating the deceased.

"I always feel that if this continues, my favorability with the Goddess of the Night will become less and less favorable."

"No, my favorability with the goddess is already negative. As soon as I appear, I go to other people's churches and steal things from the church."

Thinking of the things he had done after coming to Loen, Renekton felt that the goddess of the night might give him a blessing of bad luck at some point.

The crow Anu quickly communicated with the spirits in the cemetery and sprinkled the prepared medicine on the selected graves. Then take out the prepared ritual materials and put them in the corresponding positions.

This is a ritual that communicates with the underworld to borrow power. It can increase the power of the undead realm in a small area and make the corpse appear alive.

In conjunction with the medicine that had been scattered earlier, a cold wind soon began to blow in this area of ​​the cemetery. Renekton retreated some distance again, away from this place filled with the aura of death.

wow~ wow~

  There was the sound of the soil being penetrated, and a pale arm with obvious signs of decay stretched out from a grave.

Then more tombs were dug out from the inside, and living corpses emerged from the tombs one after another, their bodies all showing varying degrees of decay.

Upon seeing this, the crow Anu immediately began to communicate with the spirits possessing these living corpses, letting them wander around the cemetery several times according to the prior agreement, and then returned to the grave pits they dug out.

After all the living corpses got back into the grave pit, Renekton sprinkled gray-black sunflower powder in the distance. After the powder burned in the air, it emitted a fierce but not irritating golden light. This light flowed forward like water waves.

The golden light purified this area of ​​the undead aura. Those originally animated corpses also lost their activity again and turned back into ordinary corpses.

The spirits that were originally staying here have left this purified place after absorbing enough necromantic aura.

"How is it? Are there any signs of digestion in the potion?"

Renekton asked as he walked up to Anu the crow.

"No, there is no sign of digestion at all. I feel like this goes against the role of gravedigger."

Crow Anu shook his head and said incomprehensively.

On Sunday, Renekton looked at Klein who was busy coming in and out and rearranging furniture across the street. He sat leisurely on the balcony on the second floor, enjoying the rare sunshine in Backlund and sipping coffee.

His own spirituality was touched. Renekton put down the book he was holding and reached out to hold it gently in the air. A piece of light yellow paper with a golden sun pattern fell steadily into Renekton's hand.

"Good afternoon to my laid-back, five-thousand-pound pirate, Mr. Al Tynes:

I didn't expect that your life after leaving Feneport would be so fulfilling. However, as a noble vampire, I still have to remind you that if the amount of your bounty continues to increase, it will spread to Feneport. Especially inland areas.

Also, I have handed over the mushrooms you sent last time to the people from the Church of the Earth. They have a very good attitude towards mushrooms, but their attitude towards Frank is very complicated.

Your Excellency the Archbishop asked me to tell you that if you arrive in Backlund, you can go find Father Utravsky at the Harvest Church over there. This priest seems to need some help. "

The final signature was: A noble vampire baron, Yas.

"Father Utravsky? Did the Church of the Earth know about this priest's situation, but didn't help solve it?"

"But, Baron? The Earth Church actually provided him with magic potion? It seems that this vampire is doing well in the Earth Church."

Renekton sighed in his heart. It can only be said that Lilith still takes good care of her own tribe.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 120 The Pure Unicorn

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Chapter 120 The Pure Unicorn

  Renekton wrote back a letter to the proud Yas, telling him that Paz and Elisa were separated.

The cat has transformed from a domestic cat to a wild cat, becoming a pirate cat on the Future and unwilling to leave.

Unexpectedly, Yas replied quickly:

  Don't worry about it. Eliza has already told me in the letter that she and Paz got separated. Paz is not a peaceful cat to begin with. He always wants to take risks everywhere. He should be very happy in his current life. satisfy.

He casually sent the letter back to the spirit world.

Renekton suddenly had the inspiration for his next figure. He picked up a pen, leaned over the small table on the balcony and wrote a new story:

  The holy unicorn: it is shaped like a white horse, with a spiral horn on its forehead and a pair of radiant wings; it is a symbol of nobility, pride and purity, and has the power to heal.

  When he was writing the story about the unicorn, Renekton had already thought about the materials he would use to make it.

After listing the required materials, Renekton found that he couldn't produce any of them:

"Are you looking for an Extraordinary party to join? But these materials are not easy to find in low-end Extraordinary circles, and if this continues, I won't have enough money!"

After thinking for a long time, Renekton decided to go to Mr. Huang to see if he could get some materials for free. The magical items he could make could be 50/50. Although he wouldn't need it, the Church of Knowledge would definitely need it.

Thinking of this, Renekton immediately took action, took out the ritual materials, quickly arranged a ritual, and sent the plague doctor's figure to the library deep in the spiritual world.

Later, he also summoned the circle through meditation, allowing his spiritual body to come to the library of the spiritual world.

Mr. Huang was sitting on a back chair, with a stack of books and a cup of steaming black tea on the small table on one side. He was holding a plague doctor's figure in his hand and observing carefully.

Renekton stared at the figure in Mr. Huang's hand. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he simply stood aside and waited for Mr. Huang to finish observing the figure and make an evaluation.

"Some of the Emperor of Knowledge's abilities are a bit like a mysterious reappearance. It seems that you haven't completed this sculpture yet, and it lacks disease-related abilities."

"Aren't you worried that mixing characteristics of completely non-adjacent pathways together will make it uncontrollable?"

Mr. Huang said while looking at the plague doctor figure in his hand.

"Can you even tell what the missing part is?"

Renekton was a little surprised. Although Mr. Huang was not an omniscient eye, he gave him a feeling of omniscience.

"You're not adding secrecy to it."

Mr. Huang said, stretched out his hand and wiped it on the figure. A little brass-colored light quickly outlined mysterious symbols on the figure, and then disappeared quickly.

"There is now."

"You came to me about this sculpture?"

Before Renekton could answer, Mr. Huang continued speaking on his own:

"I can agree to your conditions on behalf of the Church of Knowledge, but you need to put the finished sculpture in this library."

"Put it in the library? Why?"

Renekton asked with some confusion.

Mr. Huang threw the Plague Doctor figure in his hand aside. The figure turned into dots of starlight in the air, twisted and expanded, and finally formed a 1:1 restored statue of the Plague Doctor.

If he hadn't felt the breath of life from above, Renekton would have almost thought this was a living plague doctor.

"Put it here, and every spiritual warlock can use the connection with the library to summon its projection through ritual magic. Although it will be weakened to a certain extent, it is still considered a kind of power in the middle and low sequences. Not a bad idea."

Renekton could not think of any reason for rejecting Mr. Huang's proposal.

This kind of ritual magic for summoning projections should also be regarded as a secret technique. Although it is not completed by oneself independently, it can also allow one to digest part of the secret magic teacher's potion in the body.

"Yes, but if I need it, can I take its body from the library for a while?"

"Okay, but not for too long."

Mr. Huang nodded. Then he added:

  "The sculptures you make in the future should not be too evil. The Church of Knowledge is the Church of the Righteous God, not a cult organization."

"Um, okay, I will try to create a more positive image, but the final effect is not something I can control!"

Renekton touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Write the materials you need on your messenger. I will let you know when the materials are moved."

After Mr. Huang said this, he disappeared into the library.

Renekton was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he saw Mr. Huang leave the library. He didn't know whether he was going to inform the Knowledge Church or what happened just now.

Renekton found a book in the library, read it for a while, and then left the library when his spiritual power could no longer support it.

Renekton, who was in a good mood, took Bugs Bunny and Anu the crow out for a feast. The only regret was that there were no pet meals in Backlund's restaurant.

When I was going home, I happened to meet Klein who was dressed as a worker and went out. The two looked at each other. Klein turned his head awkwardly and said hello:

  "Good evening! Al."

"Good evening, Mr. Detective, are you going out to investigate for clues?" "No, I'm going to find the bodyguard!"

Klein replied.

Reckon laughed in understanding, nodded and said:

  "Good luck!"

After saying hello to Klein, the two passed by each other.

After returning home, I started preparing for the next figure. It was night before he knew it, and with the crimson moonlight falling, Renekton glanced at the night outside the window.

"On a full moon night, counting the time, it's almost time for Miss Magic to join the Tarot Club."

Renekton muttered to himself.

Then his eyes were attracted by the movement outside the window. Under the gaze of the voyeuristic eyes, it was difficult for Renekton to see everything around him.

"Insects? Secret puppets, that fake secret puppet master who fights without a secret puppet, is such an angry person!"

"I have to do some counter-divination. I can't let him detect my existence through divination. If the timid fortune-teller doesn't dare to do it, it will be in trouble."

Renekton muttered a few words to himself, raised his hand and held it in mid-air. A dark green scroll made of tree bark flew into Renekton's hand from a locker on the side.

After the scroll was opened, it quickly spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes, disappearing into the air.

Renekton used the scroll to hide the connection between his existence and Klein. In this way, Master Luo would not be aware of the danger because of his own existence when he was divining Klein.

After doing all this, Renekton returned to his bedroom and prepared to sleep.

The next day, while Renekton was enjoying his lunch, he was suddenly inspired and reached out to catch the golden book messenger that emerged from the spirit world.

"Praise my Lord! May wisdom be with you and me!"

An exaggerated crack appeared on the cover of the book, which was made of gold. Like a mouth, it opened to sing praises to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

Renekton was already used to this. Mr. Huang thought this guy was too noisy and did not allow him to talk in the library unless necessary. It has no choice but to run in front of itself every day to praise the God of knowledge and wisdom.

Although Renekton found it a bit annoying, it was praising the god of knowledge and wisdom, so he had to listen to it even if he felt uncomfortable.

"My dear master, the materials prepared for you by the Church of Knowledge have been sent to the library. You can take them out now."

"But can you wait a little longer? I want to stay here and sing the praises of my Lord for a while."

The book messenger said with a flattering tone in his voice.

Renekton nodded expressionlessly. The book messenger originally had some moral integrity. But since Mr. Huang stopped it from shouting in the library, it could only run to Renekton and sing praises to the god of knowledge and wisdom. After that, the moral integrity of this book was like the fur on Bugs Bunny. Lose.

Bugs Bunny and Crow Anu, who were also eating lunch at the table, looked at each other, took their food and walked away.

The Book Messenger selflessly sang praises to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom in front of Renekton for twenty minutes before returning to the spirit world with reluctance.

Renekton removed the spell that blocked his hearing and left the restaurant.

Use the ritual on the second floor to take out the materials sent to the library by the Church of Knowledge. I started making new figures right away.

Although the clay figure of the unicorn was a little troublesome, I finished it after having already experienced it once.

Renekton put the red crown of the dawn rooster, the fruit of the radiant spirit tree, the crystallized feathers of the blue shadow falcon, and a portion of the doctor's extraordinary characteristics, all into a cup of pure water, mixed it into a cup and drank it. Potions out of control.

Then he poured all the potion on the clay figure of the unicorn. Before the artifact could fully absorb the hodgepodge of potions, Renekton quickly began the ritual of praying to the Hidden Sage.

"The sage who has insight into the world, the eyes that pry into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

"I pray to you"

The Hidden Sage responded quickly. The parchment with the story of the unicorn and the clay figurine soaked with mixed potion were transformed into a ball of data information, condensing into an illusory ball of light.

More information was poured into this illusory ball of light, until this illusory ball of light was dyed with a hazy bronze glow, just like the substance.

This illusory ball of light began to shrink and restore, and finally turned into a holy unicorn with wings made of transparent chips.

After Renekton picked up the unicorn figurine from the ground, he poured some spirituality into it, wanting to see what the unicorn he made looked like.

The next moment, the infused spirituality was expelled.

Renekton was stunned for a moment, took the unicorn figure, and quickly performed a divination.

His face turned dark instantly:

  Holy unicorns like noble and pure creatures!

(End of this chapter)