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Chapter 151 Renekton's Suggestion

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Chapter 151 Renekton's Suggestion

  The topic of Little Sun Derrick meeting the devil was over. After thinking about it, he talked about a recent incident in Silver City:

  "A recent exploration organized by Silver City discovered a semi-destroyed temple. The god enshrined inside was a naked man who was crucified upside down. There was a lot of blood smeared on the surface of his body."

"Do you know which god this is?"

Renekton leaned forward slightly against the back of his chair and said in a medium voice:

  "This is the true Creator."

Little Sun frowned slightly. This title was very close to the "Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God" they believed in in Silver City, but it was prefixed with "real".

Is there still a false Creator? .Little Yang's emotions are very complicated.

Although Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man are unfamiliar with the image described by Little Sun, they are not unfamiliar with the title of the True Creator. This is the evil god that the Aurora Society believes in.

Alger, the Hanged Man, pondered for two seconds and then said:

  "The force that believes in the True Creator is the Aurora Society. Among the extraordinary pathways they master, there is a sequence with the shepherds you mentioned."

"shepherd?"

The silent Little Sun Derrick suddenly sat up straight. He thought of Elder Lovia, who was acting increasingly strange. She was the shepherd. He was a little worried about the new elder of the six-member council and the safety of Silver City.

Renekton glanced at the little sun on his right that had become clear and worried, and said comfortingly:

"You don't have to worry too much. The True Creator won't do anything to you Silver City."

"Of course, it would be another matter if you take the initiative to approach Him. His condition is very bad and he doesn't have much sense at all."

Little Yang turned his head in shock and looked at Mr. Baita on his left, and said with obvious fluctuations in his tone:

"really?"

"Really, your Silver City has been developing in the land abandoned by God for thousands of years. You don't think He didn't notice you, do you?"

Renekton said something that was not consoling.

Little Sun wanted to ask more questions. Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man were both listening attentively.

What sounded before Renekton's voice was the sound of the long bronze table being knocked.

Klein, shrouded in gray mist, hid his fatigue and spoke in a light voice:

"That's the end of this party."

Although he still wanted to ask more questions about the true Creator, seeing that Mr. Fool had already spoken, Little Sun Derrick suppressed his curiosity and waited until the next party for me to ask Mr. White Tower for more information.

Under the leadership of Miss Justice Audrey, everyone stood up and saluted one after another.

All the blurred figures of the crowd turned into light and dispersed.

After the tarot session ended, Renekton remained sitting on the armchair on the balcony. He had a premonition that Klein would come to him and ask him some questions.

After about ten or twenty minutes, Renekton saw Klein walking out of the house across the street.

Klein looked up as if feeling something, and saw Renekton sitting on the armchair on the balcony on the second floor. He was holding a book with a simple cover in his hand, reading quietly in the afternoon sunshine.

Walking quickly across the street, as soon as Klein put his hand on the door, the door opened automatically.

Klein's eyes faintly glanced at the spirit attached to the door handle, and he used the clown's ability to control the slightly twitching corners of his mouth.

Alien version of smart furniture. If this guy takes the path of a wise person like Emperor Russell, I'm afraid he won't bring the second industrial revolution to the world.

Klein didn't see Bugs Bunny in the living room, nor was the crow in the body collector's path. I planned to go up to the second floor after closing the door, but the door closed automatically under the control of the spirit attached to the door handle.

"Okay! It's really smart furniture."

With a sigh, Klein walked straight to the stairs on the second floor.

On the balcony on the second floor, the invisible servant brought a chair and brewed a cup of coffee very considerately under Renekton's control.

Klein sat on the chair, looking at the steaming coffee in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh:

  "Is this your extraordinary ability that makes life more convenient?"

"When you reach Sequence Five, you can do it too."

Renekton put down the book in his hand and replied with a smile. Before Klein could speak, he continued:

"Are you here to ask what happened this morning?"

"Yes, there is also this." Klein took out the badge he got from Lanervus.

After pouring spirituality into it, a layer of mist bloomed, condensed into a beam of light, and shot out into the air.

Before this beam of light flew away, a starlight flashed away, enveloping the light.

The starlight flickered again and appeared on the palm of Renekton's raised right hand. The light beam inside suddenly dispersed and turned into a palm-sized piece of illusory parchment, with a line of ancient Fusac written on it:       "January 1350. Eight o'clock in the evening on the 1th, Babur Valley."

After taking a look at the contents on the illusory parchment, Renekton closed his right hand and pinched it gently, and the parchment turned into dots of light and dissipated.

Renekton said in confusion:

  "Do you want to go to that group of thieves' party?"

Klein shook his head slightly, and then asked his question again:

  "You said there might be Amon mixed in there. Shall I give him away? I want to ask what to do with this badge? Will it send a message to the outside world? Just like the beam of light just now."

"As long as you don't infuse spirituality into it, it won't happen. As for handling it, can't you just put it aside and ignore it?"

"It's just my guess that Amon's clones were present in that party. It's also possible that they were well hidden and were not discovered by Amon."

Looking at Klein's questioning eyes, Renekton explained the reason for his guess:

  "Amon has aggregated most of the extraordinary characteristics of the Thief Path. With his character, there is no need to hide the impact of the aggregation effect of extraordinary characteristics. In other words, he is very happy to meet unlucky fortune tellers and apprentices."

"So, in a party full of thieves, there is a high chance that an Amon will sneak into it!"

Klein completed what Renekton had not said.

Renekton raised his hand slightly to signal the end of the topic:

"Although he is not the audience channel, if he is mentioned too frequently, it is very likely that he will be perceived by the other party. Especially in a big city like Backlund, there must be a clone of him."

These words successfully caused Klein to break into a cold sweat. He thought that as he walked around Backlund as a detective, he might win the lottery at some point.

"Your luck won't be so bad. Isn't there a King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck?"

Renekton said half-jokingly.

Klein's face paused for a moment and collapsed quickly. He even wanted to confess that the Fool above the gray fog was himself, but reason prevented him from such impulsive thoughts.

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

"If you encounter a really urgent matter, you can chant this honorable name, but it may not be effective."

Renekton told Crane the honorable name that pointed to the Wilderness of Knowledge.

At the same time, there were waves of his own voice reciting this honorable name echoing in his ears. He stretched out his hand and gently touched his forehead twice to relieve the discomfort caused by the sound directly ringing in his mind.

Klein remembered this honorable title in his heart and was careful not to repeat it in his mind.

Then he said: "What is the simpler and faster way to obtain materials that you mentioned before?"

"Go to the church in the dark and pray!"

Renekton said with a slight smile.

Klein was stunned for a moment. He felt that the other party was teasing him, and then he rejected the idea in his heart. A guess that he had been reluctant to think about emerged in his mind:

  "Am I being watched by the goddess?"

Klein instantly thought of the scene where he swore an oath in front of the Goddess Sword. The Goddess Sword can have a certain connection with the goddess of night.

Al also said before that because I saw the shadow left by the Hidden Sage, the Hidden Sage looked at me in the opposite direction. The oath I made before under the witness of the Goddess's Sword can actually be equated to being under the witness of the Goddess.

But the Church of Night has no additional reaction to me. Does the goddess acquiesce to my existence?

Klein's thoughts kept diverging, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became.

Seeing that Klein remained silent, Renekton explained aloud:

  "The Church of the Night also controls part of the diviner's path, and even keeps in captivity the mermaids needed to be promoted to Secret Puppet Ambassador."

"As long as you continue on this path, you will inevitably interact with the Church of the Night."

Klein sighed slightly in confusion:

  "My identity in the Church of Night is already a dead person."

"Give me the characteristics left by Rosago, and I will find someone to separate out the characteristics of each sequence for you."

Renekton did not continue to ask Klein to find the Night Goddess. He could go to Mr. Huang and the problem could also be solved.

Klein looked at Renekton with wide eyes, his eyes already expressing what he wanted to say, "Is this still possible?"

Renekton nodded slightly and explained:

"Existences with the status of angels can shatter the sealed objects and characteristics and reunite them."

"The purification ability of the Sun Pathless One can also extract extraordinary characteristics step by step."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 152 Magician

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Chapter 152 Magician

"How long does it take to separate out the characteristics step by step?" Klein quickly asked.

He can accept it as long as it doesn't take more than a week. If it takes more than a week, Mr. World will need to ask for leave for the next Tarot meeting.

"About a day or two."

This was Renekton's estimate based on the time Mr. Huang spent on separating his attributes.

Klein nodded quickly: "No problem, I'll bring it to you in a minute."

The world of fakes that manifested in the Tarot Club relied on the ability of the Secret Puppet Master. Therefore, Klein was not worried that Rosago would no longer be able to manifest the fake world after the extraordinary characteristics left behind were extracted step by step. The world is over.

Then the topic returned to the morning's anomaly:

  "What did you do in the morning? My inspiration was touched at that time. In a trance, I seemed to hear the singing of a choir I had never heard before."

"I used a mystical representation of the flesh and blood that bore the true Creator's divinity, and it was possible that it would come alive in three days."

"Come alive!?" Klein considered for a moment whether he should move away from the streets of Minsk.

Klein stared at Renekton, trying to read some clues from his face. He even suspected that the other party had gone crazy due to the influence of the Hidden Sage, but he acted more covertly.

Renekton endured Klein's gaze, waved his hand and said:

  "The effect of that mysterious reappearance is that a person who has kept his body, soul, and characteristics intact will be resurrected in a new state three days later."

"As the True Creator is a true God, this effect may be displayed differently on His flesh and blood."

As Renekton spoke, Klein's expression became more and more strange, and he became more suspicious that Renekton was a hidden madman influenced by the Hidden Sage.

A normal person would never be able to think of the idea of ​​experimenting with flesh and blood containing the evil god's divinity, let alone put it into practice.

"It won't be a big problem. The divinity contained in that mass of flesh and blood is limited. Even if a crazy monster containing divinity emerges in the end, it can still be solved by the hidden sage."

Under Klein's increasingly wary gaze, Renekton explained.

Klein nodded expressionlessly, but silently cursed in his heart: "Why didn't I see before that this guy also has a mad scientist side?"

Klein didn't stay long before he left on the pretext of going back to collect Rosago's remaining characteristics.

After Klein returned to the house he rented opposite the answer, he immediately arranged a ceremony, prayed to himself, and then responded to himself, taking the all-black eye that was turned into the remaining characteristic of Rosago that was placed above the gray mist. out.

After a hasty ending ceremony, he took the small iron box containing the Eye of All Black to the house opposite, handed it to Renekton, and left without staying any longer.

Renekton glanced at Klein's leaving steps and felt that he left in a bit of a hurry, but he didn't pay too much attention.

After returning to the study, he found the ritual materials, quickly arranged the ceremony, and sent the small iron box containing the Eye of Total Blackness to the library in the spiritual world.

Renekton then connected with the library through the circle, allowing his consciousness to come to the library.

The all-black eye was already in Mr. Huang's hand. He seemed to be looking at something through the all-black eye and didn't speak for a long time.

Renekton stood aside quietly, not disturbing the other party. After a while, Mr. Huang put aside the black eye in his hand and said:

  "I didn't expect that Heiye would choose to train someone to compete for the Lord of Mysteries. She has always been very courageous and strategic, which made me somewhat interested in the person Heiye chose."

After Mr. Huang finished saying this, he glanced at Renekton calmly, with a faint smile on his lips, and continued:

"Actually, I'm more optimistic about Mr. Men, but it's a pity that he is too seriously contaminated."

"But compared to Amon, I am more willing to support this little guy cultivated by the dark night. You can come back tomorrow to get the extracted characteristics."

Renekton nodded quickly and did not ask how Mr. Huang knew so many plans. He already had some doubts and guesses about Mr. Huang's identity.

Before leaving, I borrowed a few more books from Mr. Huang, and immediately left the library after receiving his consent.

Then he rearranged the ceremony and took out the few books he had borrowed.

Holding the book and dragging a deck chair on the balcony, Renekton covered his face with a book and fell asleep under the warm sunshine.

At noon the next day, the book messenger came to inform Renekton that the characteristics of the Total Black Eye had been completely separated.

"How come you are so much more active when helping Klein than helping me!"

Renekton cursed inwardly.

After waiting for the Book Messenger to finish praising the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, Renekton arranged a ceremony to extract all the characteristics extracted from the Total Black Eye.

There are five copies in total, or dark blue, or dark black, or black and green lumps of characteristics are placed in front of you. Renekton squeezed the jelly-like texture and gently waved his hand, releasing a starlight.

The starlight turned into transparent amber, wrapping the extraordinary characteristics, and then entered the spiritual world with the extraordinary characteristics and arrived at the living room of Klein's house.

Klein, who was still eating lunch, leisurely pulled out a chair next to him and pointed. He was used to Renekton, who often traveled through the spirit world and disappeared.

"All the characteristics of that all-black eye have been separated."

As he spoke, Renekton threw all five transparent ambers he was holding onto the restaurant table.

Klein looked at the extraordinary characteristics of different colors in front of him and blinked. This was the first time he had seen so many extraordinary characteristics at once.

After picking up each attribute and looking at it, Klein handed the two attributes belonging to the diviner and the clown to Renekton:       "This is your reward. I don't need to take the magic of the diviner and the clown repeatedly. medicine."

Renekton did not refuse and directly accepted the two characteristics handed over by Klein. These two characteristics are good to use as materials for new figures.

Klein has already obtained the real roots and sap of the Misty Tree Man from Little Sun. Although the main materials are no longer needed, he can resell them.

Klein put down the tableware in his hand, quickly took out the auxiliary materials he had prepared, and started mixing the potion directly.

Under Renekton's gaze, a potion was prepared that was like fireworks that were constantly blooming, colorful, with many colors spreading out and disappearing.

Renekton looked at the strange-looking bottle curiously and couldn't help but say:

  "What a strange color, like a pile of overturned paint buckets."

Klein did not answer, but took out a one-pound gold coin from his jacket pocket, bounced it into the air with a clang, and then caught it.

After doing a simple divination and getting a positive answer, Klein took a few steps back, sat on the sofa, and quickly entered a meditative state. After calming down, he drank the potion in the bottle.

Renekton watched quietly from the side as Klein drank the potion.

The other party has remained calm, except for a slightly distorted expression.

After some time, the skin on Klein's body began to change.

The skin on one arm was deeply wrinkled, like a centenarian, while the other arm lost its color and became transparent, and the blood vessels, muscles and veins inside were directly visible.

An imperceptible purple light flashed in Renekton's eyes, and his field of vision suddenly became different. Every inch of skin, muscle and bone on Klein's body was visible to his eyes.

Renekton could clearly see that Klein's body was undergoing wonderful changes under the transformation of the potion, and there were many strange and unknown symbols outlined in his flesh and blood.

Under the strong sense of voyeurism, Klein quickly recovered from the influence of the potion.

As soon as his vision recovered, he saw Renekton not far away looking at him with an imperceptible purple halo in his eyes.

He had the feeling that he had no secrets under the eyes of the other person.

Then Klein noticed that his skin had become strange, and his vigilance suddenly rose. He watched the most obvious abnormalities in his arms with vigilance.

"This is the magic potion transforming your body, and it will return to normal after a while."

After hearing Renekton's prompt, Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

After five or six minutes, everything returned to normal.

"No wonder every extraordinary person is so cautious when it comes to promotion."

"I chose to be promoted after thoroughly digesting the Sequence Eight potions. It still has such a serious impact on those Beyonders who rely on time to digest the potions."

Renekton walked to the side and sat down on a chair, and said casually:

  "The world of extraordinary people is so cruel! Of course, there are some lucky people who can digest magic potions if they swallow them raw."

"Swallow the potion alive?" Klein looked strange. He didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to swallow the potion alive.

Renekton waved his hand slightly and did not discuss this topic too much. The key to the lucky man's return to light has nothing to do with either of them.

"Show your extraordinary ability and let me analyze it."

Renekton reminded Klein that this was a deal that had been made long ago.

"Okay." Klein nodded slightly.

Just thinking about it for a moment, the spell-like abilities mastered by magicians automatically came to mind.

Klein lightly snapped his fingers, "Bang!" A stack of paper on the coffee table ignited automatically, bursting out into a large ball of flames. A ball of flames also burst out from Klein's body, wrapping Klein's body tightly.

The next moment, Klein's figure disappeared in the flames and reappeared in another flame. Klein walked out of the flames unscathed.

"Pa~" He snapped his fingers again, and an invisible air bullet shot out, and the glass on the coffee table shattered with the sound.

Then the broken glass disappeared, and an intact glass reappeared on the table.

An illusion, Renekton saw the essence at just a glance. The Eye of Secrets was very advantageous in this regard.

Klein demonstrated the magician's abilities one by one, except that he needed to prepare a paper man substitute in advance.

"Clap clap clap!"

"not bad!"

Renekton clapped his hands and praised Klein for his extraordinary performance.

Under Klein's puzzled gaze, Renekton smiled and explained:

  "Performance requires applause from the audience, that's where the feedback comes from when you're acting."

Klein fell silent. He carefully felt the potion in his body. There was indeed a faint sign of digestion, although it was not obvious.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 153 Great ideals

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"The performance needs to be applauded by the audience? Is this the magician's code of performance?"

Klein said with an almost firm tone.

Renekton nodded slightly, confirming Klein's question, and then added:

"It's almost the same, but only part of it. The apprentice pathway has a sequence called Master of Magic. As an adjacent pathway, it has enough reference value."

After continuing to communicate with Klein for a while, Renekton returned to the house across the street from entering the spirit world.

In the study, he summoned his own book messenger, selected a part of what happened at the East Balam dock, and wrote it in a letter, telling Cattleya to exchange it for the Wind Blessed One's potion formula.

After asking the courier to send the written letter to the Future, Renekton took out a new piece of paper, this time a letter to Thea.

Good afternoon, madam.

The crow I raised has almost finished digesting the Gravedigger's potion. I wonder when you can get the psychic potion formula and what kind of reward is required?

  I recently met a former member of the School of Life who was a member of the Parliament of Destiny, and I learned a lot about the original moon from him

  Finally, there is another question, do you know how the Harvest Priest should be played?

Rather than write a serious ending, Renekton drew a small illustration of Bugs Bunny at the back.

After waiting for a while, the Book Messenger arrived belatedly. Renekton handed it the written letter, and the Book Messenger disappeared from sight again.

After writing the letter, Renekton returned to his bedroom, preparing to sleep early. In the evening, he took the crow Anu to the cemetery to play the role of a gravedigger. Today should be the last time the crow Anu plays the role of a gravedigger.

When Renekton woke up from bed, the sky outside the window had darkened, and there was a faint crimson light in the sky.

"It's another Blood Moon night, and as the end approaches, these guys are coming to life."

Renekton sighed and controlled his thoughts to prevent himself from being noticed by the beings in the starry sky because he thought too much.

He glanced at a piece of light yellow paper lying quietly on the table beside him. After getting out of bed, Renekton picked it up and took a look.

It was Frank's reply to himself, telling him that within this week the captain would give him the Wind Blessed Potion formula.

Throwing the letter in his hand back to the spirit world, Renekton went downstairs and took the crow Anu with him to the East District.

Because too many corpses had been buried in cemeteries under the jurisdiction of the Church of Steam, Renekton chose a cemetery under the jurisdiction of the Church of Storms this time.

Traveling through the spirit world, after several trips back and forth, I brought over a dozen corpses that had just died.

He reached out and patted the crow Anu standing on his shoulder. At Renekton's signal, the crow Anu flew into the air and sprinkled herbal powder and ritual materials.

After the crow Anu skillfully arranged the ceremony, Renekton snapped his fingers, and some of the candles burst into flames.

The brilliance of the blood moon is particularly strong, making the surrounding spiritual beings active and restless.

Under the influence of the blood moon, the ritual arranged by the crow Anu was somewhat strengthened, and he quickly completed the requiem for the surrounding corpses.

Then he sprinkled iron-black powder, summoned invisible giant hands, and dug grave pits one after another on the ground. Put the corpse that has been requiemed into the grave and bury it with a layer of soil.

Renekton had already found a few stones as he had done before, processed them a little, and made them into simple tombstones, which he inserted in front of the grave. And wrote an epitaph for them.

After everything was completed, Anu, the crow, took a few wild flowers he found from nowhere and placed them in front of the tombstone.

Renekton glanced at the crow Anu. At this moment, it seemed to have undergone some transformation.

"Boss, I seem to have finished digesting the Gravedigger's potion."

Anu, the crow, stood on the ground in a daze, and after a while, he flapped his wings and flew into the air.

"Well done." He praised with a slight nod, and then Renekton took the crow Anu directly back to the Qorwood area through the spirit world.

As soon as he stepped out of the spirit world, Renekton saw a figure standing upright not far ahead.

Renekton was stunned for a moment. When he was in the spirit world, he didn't realize there was anyone here!

  "We meet again."

The figure in front turned around and said hello in a gentle tone.

The other person was wearing a loose black fur coat and was a well-groomed middle-aged gentleman. He also held a lit cigarette in his right hand.

Renekton recognized the other party, the ferryman with the royal bloodline of the Balam Empire, Pluck Eggers. Renekton saluted politely and then said hello:

  "Long time no see, Mr. Eggers! I didn't expect we would meet again so soon."

"I slightly spread the aggregation effect of the extraordinary characteristics on my body, and I think I should be able to attract this interesting crow."

Prak Eggers' tone was still gentle, and he directly told the reason why the two met here. Renekton was stunned for a moment, not expecting the other party to be so direct, and then said:

"Mr. Eggers, do you have anything to do with me? Or are you looking for it?"

As he spoke, Renekton pointed at Anu, the crow who was standing motionless on his shoulder.

Pluck Eggers smiled and said:

"Look for them all. The aura of the undead has not dissipated from your bodies. Did you just go to the cemetery to perform?"

"Then I think you haven't had dinner yet. Come on, I'll treat you to a dinner with Southern Continent characteristics."

With that said, Plak turned around and led the way. Renekton hesitated for a moment, then followed the other party's steps and arrived at a restaurant called Hagarty not far away.

After the waiter in the store saw Plak, he immediately led the way. The two came to a seat by the window on the second floor, where they could just see the street outside.

Renekton and Pluk sat opposite each other, and Pluk ordered the waiter to bring the ordered dishes.

Renekton looked aside and raised his eyebrows slightly. Was he already prepared?

Plaque smiled slightly, took a sip of the tea poured by the waiter, and then said:

"I plan to leave Backlund and return to East Balam in the near future. I have a certain hunch that Backlund will no longer be peaceful in the next period of time. It is not suitable for tobacco business for the time being."

"And it's been more than a year since I left East Balam. It's time to go back, otherwise anyone over there would dare to jump out."

Renekton looked at the other party in surprise. He remembered that the Death Path had nothing to do with such powers as precognition.

"The Path of Death can cast various spells through natural spirits and dead souls, which naturally also includes prophecy spells."

As if he knew what Renekton was thinking, Pluk explained in a gentle tone.

Renekton nodded slightly, which made sense.

But the other party was Sequence Three. Apart from matters involving true gods and angels, he didn't need to care about anything at all, so why did he leave Backlund.

"Mr. Eggers, what do you want from me?"

Renekton directly asked his doubts.

Plak handed Renekton a freshly roasted lamb chop, then tore off a small piece of meat and fed it to Anu the crow.

After doing all this, Plaque spoke again:

  "I want to invite you to join an organization. I wonder if you are interested in going to the Southern Continent with me?"

Renekton was stunned for a moment. He thought about many possibilities, but he really didn't expect that the other party was here to poach someone. Almost immediately he shook his head and rejected the other party's proposal:

"Sorry, I can't leave Backlund for the time being, and I don't think the Knowledge Church will agree to let me join the Spiritual Religion."

"As expected." Pulak nodded slightly, without worrying too much about this issue, as if the suggestion just now was just a whim.

"But the organization I invited is not the Spiritual Religion Group, or it won't be in the future."

"The Spiritual Religion is going to split?"

Renekton said with confusion on his face.

Plaque shook his head slightly: "I don't have much identification with the various factions of the Spiritual Religion. I want to lead some people who have the same idea as me to set up an idle organization to develop the economy."

"Compared to those grand plans like resurrecting the God of Death and rebuilding the Balam Empire, I hope to actually develop the Southern Continent instead of being treated as a cake to be divided among several major kingdoms and churches."

"A very lofty ideal." Renekton sighed from the bottom of his heart. If he hadn't been at Sequence Five, he would have even wanted to get the other person to join him. To complete the mission in the Knowledge Wilderness, people with this kind of thinking are needed.

"Is it far-reaching? Maybe it's too far-reaching." Plaque said in a not too strong tone, as if he was mocking himself:

  "This is just an idea. Although I will take action, I may not be able to gain anything."

Renekton shook his head slightly, smiled and said:

"At least I agree with this ideal. I think besides me, there will be many people who agree with it, although they may not be from the Spiritual Religion Group or even from the Southern Continent."

"Also, maybe some churches and some organizations can become your partners and provide some help."

"For example, the Church of Knowledge?" Plak's tone was still gentle, but there was a smile from the heart on his face.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 154 You can call me 'Sasril'

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Chapter 154 You can call me 'Sasril'

"I can't represent the Church of Knowledge, but the Church of Knowledge is keen on spreading knowledge, and everyone knows it."

Renekton maintained the expression on his face and gave a not too clear answer.

Hey. I knew that this kind of Sequence Three saint would not come to me for no reason. Maybe, I will have a chance to draw him into my camp in the future!

"This crow is about to reach Sequence Seven. Do you have the Sequence Seven potion formula?"

Plunk smiled and changed the subject.

Before Renekton could speak, the crow on the side rushed to answer:

"No, not yet!"

Plaque nodded slightly and said with a smile:

"Then let me give you a psychic potion formula as a parting gift."

After saying that, Plak called the waiter, asked for a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote down the psychic's potion formula.

Then the written psychic recipe was handed over. Renekton took it, glanced at it, and then put it in his pocket.

Then he nodded and thanked Pulak who was sitting opposite:

  "Thank you very much, Mr. Eggers. This recipe came at the right time."

"Thank you so much! Thank you so much!"

Anu, the crow, imitated Renekton's movements and kept nodding towards Plak to express his gratitude.

"Haha, you don't have to be so polite. I give this formula to you with conditions."

"I want to understand the process of this crow's subsequent promotion and some of its changes. The phoenix blood in it is not very strong, but I see a trace of atavism in it."

"Okay, no problem." Renekton nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Turning his gaze and glancing at the confused crow next to him, Renekton didn't think there would be any problem with this. After all, the mythical creatures in the path of death have all turned into feathered serpents. Even if they return to their ancestors, it is difficult to become The phoenix is ​​gone.

After eating a sumptuous dinner specializing in the Southern Continent, Renekton took the crow Anu and stood up to say goodbye. Before leaving, Plak told Renekton his messenger summoning spell.

He took a taxi back to Minsk Street, then got off the carriage and walked to his rented house. When he walked to House No. 15, Renekton looked inside thoughtfully.

"The night of the blood moon, will it be the night when Miss Magic joins the Tarot Club? It just so happens that today Klein was promoted to a Sequence Seven magic student. This coincidence is really interesting."

He stood in front of Klein's door and muttered a few words.

Then he turned around and walked into the house across the street. After returning home, he quickly went up to the second floor to wash up, and then Renekton lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The crimson moonlight shines into the room through the glass window. The transparent amber that Renekton casually placed on the coffee table by the window emits a flickering faint light under the active spirituality, just like the frequency of the beating of the heart.

Renekton, who was sleeping soundly, entered the dreamland again, as if he had arrived in the ancient Second or Third Era.

Here, Renekton saw images of giants, dragons, phoenixes, elves and other creatures. The picture keeps changing, and finally stops on a high mountain peak, with the sky frozen at dawn.

A vague male figure with fair skin and wearing a black clergy robe appeared, with long black hair hanging behind him, and eight pairs of white wings made of light behind him, like an angel descending to the world, filled with sacred breath. Everywhere.

"First meeting, the fourth remnant of the past after Amanissis and I."

The gentle and honest voice sounded, and Renekton quickly woke up from his dazed state. He turned around and looked around. The scene was like a frozen picture scroll. Renekton realized that he was still in a dream.

Looking at the figure in front of him, Renekton's brain was racing. He was a little unsure whether the person in front of him was the ancient sun god, the true creator, or a new identity in another state.

Seemingly sensing Renekton's doubts, the vague male figure spoke again:

  "You can call me Sasril."

Renekton didn't contain his surprised expression and said in confusion:

  "Sasril? Haven't you already fallen?"

The vague figure who called himself Saslier said calmly:

"I just have this name, but I am not the Dark Angel I once was."

"The dark angel was a personality that I specially differentiated in order to fight against the initial erosion, and I am a personality that emerged from a small part of the true creator's own will through the mysterious reappearance you used. "

Renekton was silent for a moment. The ancient sun god was really good at using his own will to create clones.

Although the other party's explanation was very reasonable, Renekton was still a little confused:

  "That's just a mysterious reappearance of the fourth level of the sequence. Does it have such a strong effect?" The vague figure who called himself Saslier still said in the same tone:

  "You underestimated the effect of this mysterious reappearance, and also overestimated me. I am only part of the divinity and will of the flesh and blood used by the true Creator as the carrier of his advent."

The scene was silent for a second or two, and the blurred figure said again:

  "I want to make a deal with you!"

"What deal?" Although Renekton was questioning, he could roughly guess what the deal the other party wanted to propose was.

"The Aurora Society is planning an event that will bring me to life. It will be in December this year. I need you to allow me to successfully bring myself to an incarnation, and then kill it!"

"Huh?" Renekton was a little confused. The other party's condition of helping him become an incarnation was within Renekton's expectations, but killing his incarnation was a bit strange.

The vague figure seemed to answer the question and continued like a self-narration:

  "I will let the avatar carry a copy of the characteristics of the second level of the sequence, as well as part of the crazy self-awareness."

"After killing my incarnation, you need to use another angel-level mysterious reappearance to help me stabilize this part of my conscious consciousness and restore it to the status of an angel."

After listening to the other party's entire plan, Renekton thought for a moment and then asked:

  "The duration of this mysterious reappearance is only 40 days, and are you sure it can refresh your state and restore part of your consciousness?"

The vague figure said firmly:

  "I'm sure that the biggest feature of this mysterious reappearance is that it can be based on a state that once existed and refresh the target's state. That's why 'I' was born."

"Although I, or the True Creator, have fallen into madness for a long time, I can still handle some things normally by relying on instinct. When the time comes, the True Creator will distort the 40-day limit and extend it indefinitely."

Renekton sighed, shook his head and said:

"I can't reproduce the mystery of the second level of the sequence. It will have a serious impact on myself, and even cause the characteristics of the sage in my body to be directly integrated with me."

"I understand your concerns, so I will bear the impact for you."

"Even if I only have a small part of consciousness and a clear consciousness of divinity, I still have the personality of a true god, enough to bear this influence."

Renekton was slightly stunned. If the other party could really bear the impact of the sage's characteristics for him, then this plan would indeed be feasible.

Huang Beibei should be able to solve an incarnation that actively seeks death. She has a sealed item in her hand that corresponds to sequence one of the path to death.

Moreover, I can also ask the hidden sage to provide her with some help.

The blurry figure spoke again:

  "As a reward for the transaction, I will provide direct assistance when you reclaim the authority of the Perfect One."

"Your alliance with Herabogen is destined to attract the hostility of Leodro and Osykus, and you need more allies."

Renekton frowned slightly, and the other party's tone was a bit strange. He was completely talking to him as a person of the same level. This was not just because of his identity as a remnant of the past.

After thinking for a moment, Renekton said in a tentative tone:

  "I cannot make a decision for the Hidden Sage."

"Hidden Sage? No, you represent the wilderness of knowledge, and the Hidden Sage will definitely obey your orders."

The vague figure's tone is still so calm and determined:

"I once had the authority of the Sea of ​​Chaos and omniscience and omnipotence. Even now, I can still see that you are very closely connected with the Wilderness of Knowledge. If the Wilderness of Knowledge has not been activated, you will be the one most likely to become the Demon of Knowledge."

"If you want to become the Demon of Knowledge, the authority of the Perfect One is crucial to you when the Hermit has been controlled by the Wilderness of Knowledge!"

Even now in his dream, Renekton felt his breathing become faster.

The other party's proposal gave Renekton no reason to refuse, but the identity of the other party made Renekton a little worried about the reaction of the God of Knowledge.

After all, Erwulong is his angel investor and the first partner of Knowledge Wilderness.

The scene fell silent again, no one spoke, and the dreamland seemed to have fallen into stillness.

This lasted for about a minute or two. Renekton looked at the vague figure who called himself Sasriel and said:

"I agree to the deal. In exchange, you need to help me regain my authority in my battle with Steam."

"As for allies, we can wait until you regain your status as an angel."

"The deal is established!" The blurry figure spoke in a calm voice, but with an irresistible majesty.

An invisible connection was formed between Renekton and the vague figure. Renekton felt as if the contract was notarized when he signed it.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 155 2 in 1

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Chapter 155 Two in One

  When he woke up the next morning, Renekton rubbed his head and whispered:

  "Is this Sasril? The trace of destiny that Mr. Huang glimpsed points to him?"

Getting up from the bed, Renekton prepared to take a look at the mass of flesh and blood sealed in transparent amber that contained a small part of the true Creator's will and divinity.

The cup of coffee by the window was empty of transparent amber, and Renekton was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the closed window again, took out a gold pound from his pocket, threw it into the air, and performed a simple divination.

After getting the answer that the mass of flesh and blood was still in the room, Renekton's eyes were covered with a hazy purple light and he scanned the bedroom twice.

"Not there?" He frowned slightly, and Renekton looked at himself with some uncertainty.

A group of dark red and almost black spiritual light flickered on the forearm of his left hand.

The purple halo in his eyes faded, and Renekton brushed the sleeve of his left hand up his arm.

There is a dark red hanging figure pattern on the exposed forearm, which seems to be integrated with the surrounding flesh and blood. If he did not rely on the sight of the Secret Eye, Renekton himself would not be able to detect the abnormality.

Renekton's brows twitched and he muttered in a low voice:

  "It's really my fault. It's a bit inconvenient, whether it's going to the library or above the gray fog."

Renekton was ready to test whether the other party would react if his spiritual body left.

Putting down his sleeves, Renekton closed his eyes and meditated, sketching the pattern in his mind.

The spirituality on his body is like the ripples of water, and a incomplete ring composed of gears and chains emerges behind him.

Renekton's consciousness immediately came to the library in the spiritual world through the inherent connection.

Mr. Huang is still sitting in the armchair in front of the library, with steaming black tea on the desk on one side and an uncovered book in his hand.

Renekton walked up quickly:

  "Good morning, Mr. Huang~"

He originally wanted to stretch out his left hand and show the pattern on it to Mr. Huang, but after opening his sleeve, Renekton discovered that the crimson hanging figure pattern was missing.

"He can't get through it, and he won't come over."

Mr. Huang said in a calm tone, with undisguised surprise in his eyes.

"Have you made a deal with Him? I can see that there is something more in you. This is the contract between you and Him."

Renekton nodded slightly, recounted the deal between himself and the vague figure who called himself Sasriel, and finally asked:

  "Is He really Sasril?"

Mr. Huang was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking and recalling. After a while, he slowly spoke:

  "Part of the authority and characteristics of the real body come from Sasriel. If He peels off part of it and shapes it into a new incarnation, it can indeed be regarded as Sasriel."

"As for whether he is still the dark angel he once was, I can't be sure."

Renekton glanced at Mr. Huang, who had a sigh in his expression, and suppressed his speculation about the other person's identity.

"You are going to complete the deal with Him and come here. I will give you a copy of the characteristics of the prophet and make certain adjustments so that you can directly use some of its abilities."

"Huh?" Renekton was a little confused. He couldn't figure out the reason why Mr. Huang was willing to help.

Mr. Huang said with a smile:

"If the real state can be improved, the storm and the sun will be able to cooperate under pressure. At the same time, I am also curious about what choice Adam, who has always been hostile to the real, will make."

"As for the ancient sun god, even the omniscient person doesn't see it very clearly."

"Okay." Renekton answered quickly, without staying in the library longer, and his mental body returned to his body in the bedroom.

Renekton glanced at the pattern on his left forearm. There was no change. The vague figure who called himself Sasriel seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Walking to the restaurant downstairs, while eating the breakfast prepared by Bugs Bunny, he recalled the words of Mr. Huang and the vague figure who called himself Saslier.

"Is Mr. Huang most likely a vest of the God of Knowledge, who split the Dragon of Utopia into a clone from God's past?"

Renekton murmured softly. He felt that Mr. Huang had some doubts about the identity of Amon's brother. Should I say that he was worthy of being an omniscient person?

Then he tried to inject some spirituality into his left forearm and probed into his own mind to check, but to no avail. It was as if the vague figure in the dream last night had never existed.

After breakfast, Renekton was about to go out to buy auxiliary materials for the psychic potion when he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask Mr. Huang if he could tell Isengard Stanton about the formula for the loremaster's potion. .

I had no choice but to return to the room, summon my book messenger, and ask it to help me ask about this matter.

Then he went out again, preparing to buy auxiliary materials for psychics.

"Fortunately, I have enough material reserves. I only lack some ordinary materials. Otherwise, I would have to ask Klein to purchase them on my behalf."

It didn't take long for Renekton to gather the materials needed for the psychic potion.

After returning home, Renekton began to mix the potion for the crow.

Put the materials into the glass bottle one by one, and after pouring 100 ml of pure water, the materials in the glass bottle quickly melt into a dark green mass and blend into the water.

After shaking the glass bottle a little, Renekton put the characteristics of the psychic into it. The potion in the glass bottle began to bubble one after another. The bubbles soon burst, leaving behind skeleton-like figures. Mysterious symbols.

He picked up a gold coin and threw it out, and did a simple divination. After getting a positive answer, Renekton handed the potion to the crow Anu who was watching the scene.

Crow Anu couldn't wait to put his beak into the mouth of the glass bottle. Renekton tilted the glass bottle and poured the potion into Crow Anu's mouth.

Soon, Anu drank all the potion, and then the whole crow fell straight on the table like a drunken man.

Renekton frowned slightly. The crow's reaction was different every time he drank the potion.

The faint purple in his eyes flashed away, and the changes in Anu's body were clearly visible in Renekton's eyes.

"The potion is transforming its spiritual body." Renekton's gaze continued to extend, and he seemed to see some mystical connection between the crow and the underworld.

"Is it a prerequisite for the gatekeeper's ability?"

With a relaxed whisper, Renekton took a few steps back and sat on a chair to the side, waiting for Anu the crow's promotion to end.

Touched by his inspiration, Renekton raised his hand with some doubts and caught a piece of light yellow paper that fell from the spirit world:

I found the recipe for the psychic potion you asked for, and I'll give it to you for free this time as a reward for the information you told me about the original moon.

Remember to write to me about the changes in your crow after its promotion and what it saw when it was promoted.

A letter with no beginning or end. Renekton was speechless for a moment. He had forgotten that he had written to Thea to seek the psychic formula.

"Fortunately, Thea didn't ask me for money, otherwise I would have spent money to buy a potion recipe that I already have."

With a sigh, Renekton turned over the paper in his hand. There was a text on the back:

  "Mr. Huang said that you can tell the detective the erudite's potion formula."

Raising his hand to send the letter paper back to the spirit world, Renekton sighed: "I actually wrote the message directly on the back of the letter paper. I even learned to be lazy with this book!"

The crow Anu had already stood up on the table, but it was still a little wobbly. Its feathers were stained with red spots like oil stains, but they were slowly fading away.

Crow Anu shook his head up and down and said:

"Boss, I saw that big bird again. Its tail feathers are so long and red, so beautiful. I think I can look like that too!"

"Is this your intuition? What else did you see?"

Renekton immediately walked over and asked loudly. At the same time, a faint purple light appeared in his eyes again, and he looked Anu up and down to check the changes on his body.

Anu looked thoughtful and said:

"I seemed to have seen the underworld. I don't know if it's true, but when I saw that place, my head thought it was the underworld."

"I also learned the ability to open doors and walk directly through walls. This is not an ability that comes with the potion. It is an ability that I learned after seeing the giant red bird."

Hearing this, Renekton frowned slightly. The ancestor of the phoenix, Gregari, had control over some of the gates.

He had some doubts that this was the influence of the crow's bloodline returning to its ancestors, but he didn't see any disharmonious factors in the crow, and it had never taken the apprentice path's magic potion.

After thinking about it for a while, he asked:

  "Did you directly master the ability to open doors? Or did you acquire the corresponding knowledge?"

The crow shook his head and said, "Not only knowledge, but also a lot of experience in using this ability." From the words of the crow Anu, Renekton roughly understood that what it gained was the extraordinary knowledge and experience in using the ability to open the door. Instead of directly obtaining the corresponding part of the characteristics.

After confirming again that there was nothing abnormal about Crow Anu, Renekton went to the study room on the second floor, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote a letter to Pluck Eggers, describing in detail what happened to Crow Anu when he was promoted. Including the fact that it gained extraordinary knowledge of the doorway.

After taking out the materials and arranging the ceremony, Renekton stepped back and recited Plak's messenger summoning spell:

  "A spirit that travels in the upper world, an absolutely friendly creature, and the contractual partner of Pluck Eggers."

As the mantra was recited, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and the candlelight glowed green and swayed in the windless room.

Renekton stood quietly, his eyes fixed on the opposite wall.

Pieces of flaming bone fragments poured out from the wall and gathered together haphazardly on the floor in front of Renekton, forming a tall human figure with cracks and holes everywhere, and green flames emerged from it. It sprang out of every crack in its body.

Renekton handed the letter written in his hand to the other party. He was relieved when he saw that the flames on the other party did not burn the letter.

The tall humanoid body with green flames burst into pieces once again, breaking into pieces of bone, pouring into the spiritual world like flowing spring water.

Looking at the direction in which Plak's messenger left, Renekton whispered to himself:

  "This messenger doesn't look like a normal undead, and it's not weak. It has a strength between Sequence 4 and Sequence 5."

After clearing away the materials for the ceremony, Renekton returned to the desk, tore a page from the notebook, and then wrote down the Erudite's potion recipe.

Take the written formula and step into the spirit world.

In the Hillston District, Renekton's figure was almost outlined in front of a slightly old building.

Renekton took a look at the house, which was not very bright and seemed a bit gloomy. He took a few steps forward and knocked on the door.

"Boom! Boom!"

Amidst the creaking of the door, an assistant wearing a long trench coat and glasses with a somewhat youthful face opened the door. The assistant looked at Renekton in a subtle way, and then said:

"Hello, this is the residence of Detective Isengard Stanton. What can I do for you?"

Renekton handed the folded paper in his hand to his assistant and said:

  "This is for Detective Stanton. It contains the information he needs. Please pass it on to him."

After saying that, after putting the paper in his hand into his assistant's hand, Renekton turned around and left.

The paper with the Erudite's potion written on it had traces of psychological suggestion, and Detective Stanton's assistant would not take the initiative to open it and read the contents.

After delivering the Loremaster's potion formula to Detective Stanton, Renekton turned to the Harvest Church in the South District of the Bridge, where he planned to see how Bugs Bunny was doing there.

Not long after Renekton left Isengard Stanton's residence, the great detective came back in a carriage.

The assistant handed the paper that Renekton sent to Isengard Stanton:

  "Sir, a strange young man just brought a piece of paper over and said it was for you."

Essinger Stanton took the folded paper handed over by his assistant. It was obvious that the paper had been torn from the notebook at random.

Essinger's serious face showed a look of expectation, and he immediately opened the folded paper. As expected, what was written inside was the erudite's potion formula.

In the Southern District of the Bridge, Renekton's figure was quickly outlined in the Harvest Church on Rose Street.

Before he had time to greet Father Utravsky who was sitting in front of the Holy Emblem of Life, his attention was attracted by Bugs Bunny and Emlyn who were arguing on the side.

Renekton glanced at the pot of tomatoes that were as red as blood among them, and frowned slightly. He saw blood in those tomatoes.

"Is there blood in these tomatoes?" Renekton came closer and looked at the rabbit and the vampire with strange eyes.

Emlyn nodded without raising his head:

"Take care of this rabbit. It actually wants to breed tomatoes that can produce its own blood. It says that this way we vampires don't have to suck the blood of others."

"Doesn't it know that we vampires don't just open our mouths and bite people? This kind of rude way of eating is only chosen by humans like you who took magic potions to advance!"

Renekton was speechless for a moment, lifted Bugs Bunny up from the ground, looked at him expressionlessly and said:

  "Didn't I say that before you modify plants, you need to write an application and get my consent?"

Bugs Bunny twisted his body twice, jumped off Renekton's hand, moved back two steps, distanced himself a little, and then said:

  "This is not home! And the priest said that only by letting others feel the joy of the harvest can I become a qualified harvest priest."

"The joy of the harvest?" Renekton glanced at Emlyn, who looked not happy at all.

Perhaps, this rabbit can only stay at sequence seven.

Renekton felt that he should never let this rabbit come into contact with Frank in the future, otherwise he would be in trouble if he really turned into Frank Rabbit.

Father Utravsky, who was sitting in front of the Holy Emblem of Life and praying, opened his eyes, looked at the pot of bright red tomatoes, and reminded Renekton:

  "The ideas are interesting but sometimes too dangerous, and the execution is strong."

"I understand, I will keep an eye on it." Renekton nodded in response to the priest.

Then he turned his head and looked at Bugs Bunny. He knew without asking that he secretly cultivated this outrageous tomato.

Random hybridization of animal and plant characteristics is taboo in the Church of the Earth, and Frank was expelled from the Church of the Earth for doing so.

Renekton pulled Bugs Bunny aside, who was getting closer and closer to Frank, and gave him a good beating until he drooped his head and admitted his mistake.

In order to prevent the rabbit from coming up with any outrageous experiments and angering Father Utravsky, a man favored by God, Renekton decided to take it back.

As for the performance of the Harvest Priest, we'll leave it to you later. It's still winter anyway, and it's not suitable for growing plants or growing food.

After leading Bugs Bunny to Father Utravsky, Renekton found a chair and sat down:

"Father, I plan to take this rabbit back."

"No problem." Father Utravsky nodded slightly, without asking the reason or trying to stay.

Renekton stretched out his right hand, and a ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in his palm. Renekton gently tossed the star sand in his hand.

Rays of light fell in mid-air, covering the pot of bright red tomatoes cultivated by Bugs Bunny, and then were dissolved by the starlight, collapsing and dissipating.

Emlyn, who was not far from the pot of bright red tomatoes, immediately stepped back several meters away. Emlyn looked warily at the place where the pot of tomatoes collapsed and dissipated, and then looked at Renekton who had withdrawn his hand.

"You" Emlyn opened his mouth, but he swallowed back the words. He had never seen this extraordinary ability that could directly cause things to collapse and dissipate. The glow just now gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

Not paying attention to Emlyn's gaze, Renekton asked Father Utravski for information about the master key seized from Emlyn.

"Father, can I buy this magical object from you?"

"No, this is my thing!"

Emlyn was the first to answer.

Renekton glanced at him, then smiled and said:

"You yourself are the priest's trophy, and the master key has been confiscated."

Emlyn's face turned pale and red, and he said angrily: "What you did was robbery!"

"I know a vampire who is as young as you, but he has now become a baron in the Church of the Earth. Do you want to consider this path?"

"I will never betray the faith of my ancestors like that guy!"

Emlyn said angrily, turned and left the Harvest Church.

Looking at Emlyn's back, Renekton looked curiously at Father Utravsky next to him and asked:

"Father, how long have you planted the psychological implications in it?"

"Two months."

Father Utravsky replied in a gentle tone, and at the same time handed Renekton a key with an ordinary form and completely restrained spirituality.

After Renekton took the master key with some confusion, Father Utravski explained:

"I spend most of my time in this church and have no need for this magical object. You can just take it away."

Renekton did not shirk, but left a few ten-pound notes in the offering box when he left Harvest Church.

(End of this chapter)