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Chapter 171 Premonition and Opportunity

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Chapter 171 Premonition and Opportunity

Klein couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation, but Renekton just waved his hand casually and ignored the topic.

After adjusting his expression, Renekton asked pretending to be curious:

  "What is the path to that card of blasphemy?"

Seeing that the other party did not intend to investigate how he did those things last night, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a smile:

"You mentioned it before, the Black Emperor Path."

"The promotion ceremony of the Black Emperor is to have his own country, so that his name and the title of emperor are connected and become common knowledge among the people."

"Furthermore, it is necessary to establish a set of strict and complicated rules that are contrary to normal conditions, driving the people to build nine pyramid-like mausoleums, and then enter one of them. The vast majority of the people participate in the corresponding tombs scattered in different cities. During the sacrificial ceremony, take a sequence 0 potion."

Renekton pretended to hear it for the first time and nodded, with a little surprise in his eyes.

Then he added:

"The Black Emperor's path is good at twisting the rules and using them. The Black Emperor's resurrection ability may have exploited the loophole of death."

Klein nodded in agreement. He felt that this guess made sense.

Renekton didn't speak any more, and sat quietly on the chair with his eyes closed, waiting for Klein to finish his breakfast.

Klein also saw that the other party seemed to be waiting for him, so he ate breakfast a little faster.

After enjoying his breakfast, Klein looked at Renekton curiously and asked:

  "What do you want today?"

"No." Renekton shook his head slightly, and then said:

"What are your plans today? I have a hunch that I should follow you during this period."

"Huh? Follow me? Why?"

Klein asked in confusion.

Renekton rubbed his chin with his right hand and said as if thinking:

"I have some premonitions. I don't know why. I can only say that they are intuitions about the future."

"Boom! Boom!" The knock on the door sounded.

Klein stood up and went to open the door. As soon as his hand touched the door handle, the scene outside the door appeared in his mind.

An old man with white beard and hair, wearing a simple brown robe, stood outside the door with his eyes closed tightly.

Klein recognized him and often went to see Renekton's neighbor, Mr. Destiny.

Klein glanced at Renekton subconsciously. He felt that the old man was still here to find him.

After turning the door handle and opening the door, Klein politely stepped aside, gave up his seat, and invited the other party to enter the house:

  "Good morning, Mr. Destiny."

"Good morning, Mr. Detective."

Renekton, who was sitting on a chair in the dining room, saw Destiny coming in. He was slightly stunned, and soon thought of his premonition.

"Destiny?" Renekton murmured softly.

Although Destiny had his eyes closed, his walking pace was not affected in the slightest. It seemed that he didn't have to worry about kicking or tripping on something and falling down because his eyes were closed.

"I feel the trajectory of destiny. Although it is not clear yet, I feel it. That may be an opportunity to be promoted to Sequence Three. It is getting closer."

Destiny's tone gradually became excited as he talked about the reason for his coming.

Renekton pulled a chair in front of the other party and asked curiously:

"today?"

Destiny shook his head and replied:

  "No, I don't know, maybe not, but I have made all preparations, only this last chance is left."

After closing the door, Klein also walked over and asked curiously:

"What opportunity? A promotion ceremony?"

Destiny nodded, then shook his head again, and then said after a moment of silence:

"The third sequence of the destiny path is called Chaos Walker. The opportunity I need is the best time for me to take the magic potion and advance, and it is also a ritual."

Renekton raised his eyebrows and said not too surprised:

  "When you find this opportunity, the ceremony will naturally start or appear?"

"Yes." Destiny nodded in response.

Klein, who heard this, thought for a moment, and then said with emotion:

  "Promotion in the Destiny Path depends entirely on luck, right?"

"You can say that." Destiny nodded in agreement.

Renekton sat leaning on the dining table. He was a little confused as to why Destiny sensed the opportunity for his promotion now. Renekton initially thought that the other party's promotion would have to wait until the Great Smog Incident. Doesn't a large-scale chaos serve as an opportunity for the promotion of a Chaos Walker?

  After thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't come to a conclusion.

Renekton simply stood up and said to Klein:

  "What are you going to do today? I'll follow you."

Klein glanced at Renekton and then at Destiny who was standing aside. He felt that he was going to travel in a group of three today.

After hesitating for a moment, Klein finally revealed his original travel plan for today:

  "I'm going to the Cragg Club this morning."

Renekton nodded slightly while thinking in his mind whether his premonition was directed at Will.

Following Klein to the Kragg Club, Renekton and Destiny quickly became new members of the club with the help of gold pounds and Destiny's luck.

Klein chatted with his friends he met at the club for a while and then went to the shooting range to practice shooting.

Renekton and Destiny each took a cup of coffee, found a seat and sat down, quietly waiting for things to unfold.

It was not Renekton's character to wait quietly. After sitting in his position for a long time, Renekton felt bored.

Destiny seemed to have long been accustomed to this state of quietly waiting for things to happen. He sat on the sofa very quietly. Renekton even felt that the other person had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

Rekton reached out and tapped the empty coffee cup twice, and Renekton sighed:

  "If I had known it would be so boring, I would have brought two books out to read."

"If you want to read, you should probably go to the library."

When a middle-aged man with a cane passed by, he paused for a moment after hearing Renekton's words, and then continued with a smile.

Renekton looked sideways, and a purple halo flashed in his eyes inadvertently. It just passed by and did not attract the attention of the middle-aged man opposite.

He didn't see anything unusual in the other party, but Renekton still invited the other party to sit down and chat for a while:

  "There don't seem to be many seats around. If you don't mind, you can sit here. There happens to be no one to talk to me, which makes me a little bored."

"Haha! I used to think that people who like reading would like silence and solitude, but it seems that's not the case with you."

The middle-aged man said something, then leaned his crutches on the sofa, as if he didn't want to walk more steps with the crutches.

Renekton responded with a smile:

  "I only like silence when I am immersed in books. The rest of the time I prefer to be lively."

Destiny, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa with his eyes closed and wandering in a fugue, had already turned his head at some point. Although his eyes were still closed, Renekton felt that he could still see him even with his eyes closed.

He closed his eyes and stared at the middle-aged man sitting on the other side of the sofa. After a while, he said:

  "Sir, your luck doesn't look very good lately?"

Renekton looked at Destiny, and then he looked at the middle-aged man he invited. Renekton was basically sure of his identity.

Dr. Alan Kress, Will's chosen father for his future reboot.

Allen hesitantly glanced at Destiny, who had his eyes closed. He had thought that the old gentleman had fallen asleep sitting on the sofa.

Renekton spoke up to vouch for Destiny:

  "You can trust Mr. Destiny's judgment. He has an extraordinary understanding of destiny."

"Really?" There was still obvious hesitation in Dr. Allen's eyes, but after struggling alone for a long time, he decided to trust the other party for the time being.

Anyway, I'm so unlucky, I can't afford to be cheated again!

"I've been down on my luck for a long time."

Dr. Allen rubbed his forehead and responded, then hesitantly asked:

"Mr. Destiny, do you have any opinion on this?"

Renekton also looked at Destiny curiously, looking forward to what kind of explanation the other party would give.

"This is a transaction. The ups and downs of fortune are normal. When your luck drops to a certain level, it will recover again and get better."

"Deal?" Renekton murmured, already guessing in his mind that Will, who was being chased too closely by Ourolius, was now preparing to restart.

"This?"

Dr. Allen shook his head in disappointment. He thought the old gentleman would say something to clear up his confusion, but in the end he just comforted himself.

Renekton stared at Destiny. Since the other party saw the deal, he should know more, but he didn't show any sign of it.

After a slight hesitation, Renekton still asked:

"Mr. Destiny, don't you want to meet your former Speaker?"

"I have quit the School of Life, and I don't want to participate in the Wheel of Fortune. I came to Backlund just for that opportunity."

Destiny shook his head slightly, his attitude very clear.

　I have something going on at home these two days, so there will be less updates. I will make up for them one by one later.

  (End of this chapter)

Chapter 172 Circus

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Chapter 172 Circus

"You can help Dr. Allen solve his luck problem. After all, it is not an option to continue to be unlucky like this."

Renekton asked Destiny, then turned to Dr. Allen and said:

  "Mr. Destiny can solve your unfortunate problem, but at a price."

"How much does it cost?" Dr. Allen interrupted Renekton.

He already regarded Renekton and Destiny as fraudsters in his mind, but because he had been tortured by bad luck for too long, he still wanted to hear what the other party would do.

Renekton waved his hand: "No money required."

"Just think of it as a meeting gift for your future child."

Destiny answered this unexpectedly.

"Future child?" Dr. Allen looked confused, but unfortunately no one was present to give an answer.

Renekton glanced at Destiny, but he didn't expect that the other party would guess Will Asceptin's plan to restart so easily.

Renekton didn't really want to interfere in the fight between Will and Ourolish, and now that he still had part of the consciousness of the true creator in his body, Will didn't dare to see him at all.

Thinking that Will would avoid him now, Renekton felt as if his trip today was in vain.

"Or is my premonition pointing to something else?"

Renekton thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anything else that could inspire him.

Dr. Allen glanced at Renekton and Destiny, who were both deep in thought. Finally, he politely left and went to talk to other acquaintances with his cane.

After Dr. Allen left, Renekton asked curiously:

  "Mr. Destiny, have you helped him get rid of the bad luck?"

Destiny, who had his eyes closed, shook his head slightly and explained:

  "It's not like he's got bad luck, it's just that he lacks some luck, and I've made up for it."

"Although it's not enough to make him lucky, it's not too unlucky either."

Renekton nodded thoughtfully and said no more.

It was a bit boring just sitting like this, so I went to the waiter and asked for a pair of flying chess pieces.

"Thank you, Emperor Russell, for making my life not so boring!"

After thanking Russell for flying chess, Renekton invited Destiny to play chess with him.

While playing chess, Renekton felt what fate meant.

After playing for a while, Renekton changed the flying chess to Intis chess, for no other reason than because chess is not affected by so many factors of luck.

After practicing shooting at the shooting range, Klein came back and saw Renekton playing cards with Mr. Destiny, who had his eyes closed the whole time.

There are several kinds of chess and cards placed on the table nearby. It seemed that the two of them had played all this, and there were many people watching.

After taking a few steps closer, Klein asked curiously:

  "Why are you playing cards?"

"I'm bored and want to challenge my fate."

Renekton randomly drew a card and said.

"Challenge fate?" Klein asked doubtfully.

"Sherlock, are these two your friends?"

Talim, who introduced Klein to join the Krag Club, stepped aside to make room for Klein, and then said in a very exaggerated tone:

  "You don't know how lucky this old gentleman is. All his wishes come true. He can draw whichever card he wants. Whether it's playing chess or cards, as long as it has something to do with luck. , he never lost a game."

Klein nodded politely and said, "Yes, the old gentleman has always been very lucky."

He is an extraordinary person in the path of destiny!

  Dr. Allen, who was also watching Renekton and Destiny playing cards, heard that Klein and Destiny knew each other. He used his cane and called Klein aside to communicate alone.

Dr. Allen told Klein all about his experiences during this period and what Mr. Destiny said just now, hoping to seek the detective's opinion.

"Sherlock, are you familiar with that old Mr. Destiny? Do you think his words are credible?"

"Originally I didn't want to believe this, but I just watched them playing cards and chess for a while. To be honest, I even had some doubts that they were the kind of wizards who mastered mysterious powers."

Dr. Allen said with some disbelief.

Klein made a thoughtful expression, thinking about how to make all this seem reasonable and make Dr. Allen believe it.

After thinking for a moment, Klein coughed lightly and said:

  "Ahem! Dr. Allen, that old Mr. Destiny does have an extraordinary understanding of fate. I think you can trust his judgment."

"You can definitely observe for two more days to see if your luck has improved, and then decide whether to think of other solutions."

Dr. Allen smiled bitterly: "That's true. Anyway, I have been unlucky for such a long time, not less than a day or two."

After comforting Dr. Allen, Klein went to the cafeteria to get some food for today's lunch.

Not long after Klein sat at the dining table, Renekton and Destiny came over with a piece of food each, and placed them under the table around the dining table.

Klein glanced at Destiny, whose eyes were closed but were no different from those with his eyes open, and asked with some curiosity in his tone:

"Mr. Destiny, is there anything wrong with Dr. Allen's sudden change in luck?"

Destiny replied as he ate his lunch:

"There's no problem, it's just that someone asked him for some help. I gave him some luck, and he won't be unlucky again in the future."        Why does asking for some help make people's luck worse?"

Klein became even more confused.

Destiny said with some emotion:

"Every gift of fate comes at a price. The doctor is just paying some price in advance, and the gifts of fate will come slowly in the future."

Klein nodded in understanding, and seeing that Destiny had no intention of continuing to speak, he stopped asking any more questions.

"What are you going to do this afternoon?" Renekton asked Klein about his plans for the afternoon.

"Go to the circus and watch the show." Klein answered about his plans for the afternoon.

Renekton closed his eyes and meditated for a moment. He no longer had the wonderful premonition he had in the morning. He didn't know if he had missed it or had already encountered it.

Destiny also spoke at this time:

  "I'm going back. I've used up too much luck today and it's not suitable to continue going out."

Renekton and Klein looked at each other, and both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

"Doctor Allen?" Renekton said thoughtfully.

Destiny nodded slightly: "I gave him most of the luck I have accumulated over the years, hoping to get some useful news for me."

"Is there any special reason for Dr. Allen's sudden change of luck?"

The conversation between Renekton and Destiny made Klein wonder whether Dr. Allen's bad luck was affected by something higher in the destiny path.

Destiny didn't answer the question and just ate his lunch in silence.

Renekton thought for a moment and said, "He met a guy who was having bad luck before."

After lunch at the Cragg Club, Destiny and Renekton said goodbye and left in a carriage.

After watching Destiny leave, Klein turned his head and set his sights on Renekton and asked:

"Are you going to the circus with me again?"

Renekton shook his head: "Why don't you go? I also want to relax. There has been little progress in digesting the potion recently, which makes my head feel big."

"How do you perform the digestion of your potion?"

Klein asked very curiously.

Ever since he got to know the other person, he had never seen any behavior from the other person that seemed to be acting.

"As a master of secret arts, the most important thing you need to do is to develop various secret arts and spread them out."

Renekton explained casually, then stopped a carriage by the roadside.

The two took a carriage to a circus near Tasok in the Cherwood district.

Today is not a special day, nor is it a holiday. There are not many guests in the circus, and even the clowns look listless.

The two went to the theater inside the circus to buy tickets, and then went in to watch the performance.

On the stage in the theater, an animal trainer was ordering a black bear, a tiger with interlaced yellow and black stripes, and a sitting curly baboon.

Klein and Renekton found a seat and sat down, quietly watching the performance on the stage.

The trainer waved the whip in his hand and ordered the black bear to do a clumsy somersault.

"Hey! This guy just wanted to slap you!"

A chubby-faced man in his thirties sitting at the front suddenly shouted to the animal trainer.

The not too many spectators in the venue burst out laughing at this scene.

Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at the black bear, then at the chubby man, and murmured in a low voice: "Trainer!"

"Animal tamer?" Klein thought Renekton was talking about the animal tamer who was performing on the stage.

The chubby-faced man in his thirties suddenly shouted to the stage again:

  "That curly baboon wants to grab you and use it as a cushion!"

Klein quietly turned on his spiritual vision and observed the aura colors of the animal trainer and the three animals on the stage.

The emotional colors of those three animals are indeed very unstable, and it seems that as long as they are stimulated more, they may explode.

Klein originally wanted to ask Renekton whether the trainer just now was the one performing on the stage, or the one off the stage who looked like he was causing trouble.

Then he heard the other party whispering softly:

  "I'm thinking about what kind of secret technique I will develop later!"

Klein tilted his head curiously and asked:

  "What kind of secret technique are you planning to develop?"

Renekton raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said:

"The emotion and desire type!"

"Among the magical knowledge recorded by the Church of Knowledge, there is relatively little in this area. If I can develop some secret techniques in this area, the remaining potions in my body can be almost completely digested."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 173 Asking for help from Miss Sharon

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Chapter 173 Asking for help from Miss Sharon

In the study, Renekton held a ball of fiery red and light blue demonic properties in his hand.

The blue and white light lingered in the eyes, and the eyeballs were not even visible. There was a trembling Bugs Bunny next to him.

He sighed softly, leaned on the back of the chair, waved his hand and said:

"Okay, let's go here first today."

When Bugs Bunny heard this, he immediately ran away from the study.

Glancing at the door that was not closed, Renekton put the properties in his hand back into the iron cigarette box and sealed it with a spiritual wall.

"It seems that you still have to use the characteristics of the Desire Apostle or the main ingredients of the potion. The demon's manifestation of desire is more influenced by itself."

"Moreover, Bugs Bunny is so timid that I can't tell whether his fear and uneasiness are due to the influence of demonic characteristics or whether he is simply afraid."

Muttering to himself, Renekton threw the special cigarette box containing the special properties onto the locker close to the wall.

He lowered his eyes and glanced in the direction of the door. Someone was about to knock on the door.

Renekton walked to the door of the study and reached out to close the door.

The blue-white light lingered in his eyes again. Renekton slowly released his spirituality and stretched out his hand to draw a symbol symbolizing "door" on the door.

The water rippled layer by layer, and the door of the study room and the door of the living room downstairs were wonderfully connected.

After taking two steps back, the door was pushed open from the opposite side.

Klein and the illusory and transparent Miss Sharon walked in from the other side of the door.

"Is this the ability of the Master Key?" Klein looked back curiously at the door behind him that had returned to normal.

Renekton nodded slightly: "Absolutely, I adjusted it based on the ability of the master key."

After answering Klein's question, he then turned his attention to Miss Sharon:

  "What do you want to see me for?"

Miss Sharon, who was pale but delicate in appearance, looked at Renekton quietly, slowly opened her mouth, and said in a calm voice without any waves:

  "I would like to ask you to provide some help!"

"Help? Is the Rose School's indulgent faction pursuing us?"

When he saw Miss Sharon appear, Renekton basically guessed what was going on.

Sharon, who was wearing a small black bonnet, nodded slightly, acknowledging Renekton's words, and then said calmly:

  "One of the people who came to chase me is a Sequence Five. He has a sealed artifact that can restrain me, but it has no effect on you."

Renekton's eyes showed some subtle light blue fluorescence, and he looked straight at Sharon and Klein in front of him.

After two breaths, the subtle light blue fluorescence in his eyes disappeared. Renekton raised the corners of his lips and smiled:

  "No problem, but if possible, I hope to get the extraordinary characteristics or sealed objects left behind by the wronged soul after his death."

The pale Sharon nodded in response with almost no hesitation:

"can!"

Renekton was a little surprised to see Sharon agreeing to his request so quickly. Maric, who was still a living corpse, also needed the characteristics of the wronged soul.

He nodded slightly to the illusory figure of Sharon and said:

"Just let me know the time and place once you have decided on it."

"Ok."

Sharon's voice became fainter, and then her entire figure faded and disappeared.

Renekton glanced at the glass window on one side. Miss Sharon had entered the mirror world and was moving away from here.

Then he glanced at Klein, who had no intention of leaving. Renekton stood up and poured a cup of coffee for himself and the other party.

Renekton handed a cup of coffee to Klein and asked at the same time:

  "Do you have any questions that need answers?"

Klein took the coffee, took a sip, put it on the desk nearby, and then asked:

  "Do you know the prisoner's path? And the Witch King."

"Prisoner route? Didn't Miss Sharon tell you? With your level of caution, you should have asked about it."

"As for the Witch King, that is Sequence 4 of the Medicine Master path. In the Vampire Clan, the corresponding title is Earl of the Vampire Clan!"

Renekton glanced at Klein and saw that he wanted to ask for the prisoner's route information again out of caution to see if it matched the information given by Miss Sharon.

"Blood Earl?"

Klein was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the Witch King was from the Medicine Master path.

He thought of the man he met before who was suspected of being a fat pharmacist. The man showed traits related to animal taming. Klein felt that the sequence improvement of each path seemed to have no correlation.

Seeing Klein's pensive look, Renekton thought he was thinking about why the Rose School was connected to the Witch King, so he explained:

  "There are some believers in the Rose School who believe in the original moon. They are basically extraordinary people on the medicine path."

"The Life School split before, and those members who believed in the original moon joined the Rose School."

"Why do believers of the original moon join the Rose School?"

Klein was a little curious. This was the first time he knew that a sect believed in several gods.

"Probably, because he is the target of hostility from all good gods and evil gods, he wants believers to stick together for warmth!"

Renekton didn't talk much about this topic. It would be too dangerous to discuss this with Klein now. He just said a few words and then changed the topic:

"Have you agreed to Miss Sharon's request?"

Klein shook his head and replied:

"Not yet. I want to do some divination and understanding before making a choice."

"It's very in line with the style of a fortune teller!"

Renekton raised his eyebrows noncommittally and said.

"The style of fortune-teller? I always feel like you have some strange understanding of fortune-teller."

Klein spoke his mind.

Renekton smiled slightly and did not answer the question.

Klein continued chatting in the study for a while, then got up and left.

The next morning, in Viscount Graylingt's study, Graylingt convened a small tea party. The main reason was that he had gathered the ingredients for the medicine master's potion and was ready to become an extraordinary person.

In order to test the effectiveness of spiritual warlocks on ordinary people, Renekton also participated in today's tea party.

"Mr. Tynes, did you know? Even if I haven't taken the magic potion yet, I can still do some simple divination and magic."

Gray Lint told Renekton about his progress very excitedly, and generously showed everyone the tricks he had learned.

Gray Lint took out a piece of white paper, sprinkled some herbal powder on it, then closed his eyes and meditated for a moment to adjust his state.

He reached out and gently slid his hand over the white paper sprinkled with herbal powder, and felt a slight spiritual vibration.

Then the white paper spontaneously ignited out of thin air and soon burned to ashes.

"Because my own spirituality is limited, I must use some casting materials to complete this trick."

"But as long as I drink the magic potion and become an extraordinary person, this restriction will disappear. I have already consulted, and the medicine master is also one of the more powerful spiritual paths."

Gray Lint said very proudly.

"It's already very good!" Renekton praised.

Renekton kept looking at the other party, with a faint purple fluorescence flashing in his eyes, clearly seeing the state of Gray Lint.

It is still difficult for ordinary people who have not taken the magic potion to manifest the ring behind them through meditation and their own spirituality. There are certain restrictions on talent!

He sighed in his heart, and then his eyes fell on the golden retriever standing next to Audrey.

The spiritual light on the golden retriever dog means that it is observing and thinking calmly.

Looking away, Renekton sighed in his heart: "What a qualified spectator!"

Afterwards, Gray Lint prepared a bottle of medicine man's potion under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Following Forsi's prompts, he first adjusted his condition through meditation, and then drank the potion in one gulp.

Perhaps because he had already been in contact with the spirit world and became a spiritual warlock, Gray Lint quickly adapted to the changes brought about by the potion and became a Sequence Nine pharmacist.

Graint, who was familiar with his own changes, had a bright smile on his face:

"I have a lot more information about plants in my mind, and how to use them to make potions with different effects, and I feel that my resistance to toxins has been strengthened."

Renekton glanced at the other party and then withdrew his gaze, then smiled and congratulated the other party:

"Congratulations, you have become a real pharmacist!"

Everyone present congratulated each other one or two times, and then the conversation moved to other places.

Forsi's eyes moved to Audrey and said:

  "The party where the audience formula and the clues to the psychological alchemy may appear is about to be called, in the afternoon."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Audrey asked with some confusion.

Xio, who was sitting aside, answered this question:

"Because the serial murder case delayed everyone's work too much, and it is a suburb of the North District. The most relaxing time for Nighthawks is in the afternoon."

"Because night sleepers finally can't stay up after staying up all night and need to catch up on sleep. Those who don't sleep should really be called night sleepers!"

Renekton, who was sitting on a chair nearby, thought of those sleepless people who liked to reverse day and night, and complained to them in his heart.

Audrey nodded slightly, looked around, and finally landed on Renekton:

  "Mr. Tynes, will you come with us?"

Audrey hoped that the other party would also participate. It would be much safer to have a powerful Extraordinary together, and there would be no need to worry about malicious people who might appear in the Extraordinary gathering.

"Me?" Renekton looked up and looked at Audrey.

There was a slight burning sensation in the forearm of his left hand. He paused for a moment before saying that he would not go, and then changed his words in a very natural tone:

  "Go, it just so happens that I have something to go over there."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 174 Mr. A

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Chapter 174 Mr. A

  On the outskirts of the North District, there is a three-story teaching building of a medical school that is about to be abandoned.

In the dilapidated corridor, the cold light shone deep and slanted in, making the environment inside a silent, desolate, and eerie place.

Renekton was wearing a white coat, a surgical cap and a large mask on his head, curiously looking at every detail around him.

Viscount Graylingt walked a few steps quickly, stopped next to Renekton, and lowered his voice and said:

  "Why does it feel a bit spooky here? Are there ghosts or something?"

Renekton glanced at Viscount Graylint, whose face was so pale that no other color could be seen. Even though he had become an Extraordinary, this noble young master was still afraid of these rumored things.

He stated in a calm tone:

"This is a gathering place for extraordinary people. Even if there are ghosts, evil spirits, etc., they will only become extraordinary materials for everyone to trade."

Gray Lint's expression relaxed a little, and then he quickened his pace. He didn't want to stay in this eerie corridor for too long.

When he reached the door of the gathering place, Renekton rolled his eyes and quickly walked to Forsi, who was standing at the door but did not choose to push open the door. He understood that these two timid people were a little timid. .

Taking a step forward to pass the two of them, Renekton reached out and pushed open the door.

The sound of creaking echoed in the silent building, and a pungent smell of preservatives came from inside.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pool in the center of the room. It is filled with transparent yellow liquid, with figures floating one after another, all of them corpses!

  Some are relatively complete, others are incomplete, and many have had their skin peeled off and are brown like dried meat.

"what!"

Gray Lint, who was standing behind him, let out a scream. The noble Viscount had never seen such a scene full of corpses.

Gazes from the surroundings were cast, all looking at Gray Lint, which made the nobleman collapse even more.

Renekton turned around and raised his hand to pat his shoulder, simulating the purifying power of the Sun Realm and gently patting it into Gray Lint's body, relieving his inner emotions.

A wave of warmth spread from his shoulders to his whole body. Gray Lint shook his body, then took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to feel nauseated, and waved his hands slightly to indicate that he was fine.

Several people quickly found a place to sit down away from the pool where the body was placed in the center.

A figure also wearing a white coat came out, pulled a body to the side with a wooden pole with a hook, and dragged the body to the concrete floor.

He took out a scalpel and cut open the abdomen of the corpse. A cold and hoarse voice came from inside:

  "The party begins!"

Renekton stared at the corpse quietly, an imperceptible purple light flashing in his eyes.

As his vision gradually expanded, Renekton saw the flesh and blood in the corpse.

It seemed that Renekton's gaze was too obvious. A pair of eyes grew out of the squirming mass of flesh, and Renekton's eyes met each other's.

By the end of the party, everyone in the room had left.

Renekton asked Gray Lint, Audrey and others to leave first, and he would stay here for a while.

It wasn't until the rest of the people in the room left one after another that Renekton stood up from his seat. At this time, the figure in the white coat who was hosting the party came over.

He said in a low, hoarse voice:

"Hello! Please come with me, Mr. A is waiting for you!"

Renekton nodded slightly and followed the other person in the other direction.

Walking to a dark basement, the white coat leading the way stepped aside, bowed and said:

"Mr. Angel, Mr. A is waiting for you inside!"

Renekton was surprised. He didn't expect that he still had the title of a divine envoy in the Aurora Society.

He nodded slightly with an expressionless face, then opened the door and walked into the basement in front.

The light in the basement was very dim, and the candles on the surrounding altar gave off a faint light. A figure in a white robe was kneeling in front of the altar, seemingly praying.

After Renekton came in, the other party stood up from the ground, turned around, and saluted Renekton:

  "Your Majesty the Envoy of God, we finally meet."

"I am the head of the Aurora Society in Backlund Parish. You can call me Mr. A."

Renekton looked at Mr. A carefully. He was handsome in appearance, with abnormally white skin, and the expression on his face was very pious and a little crazy.

Renekton saluted the other party and said hello, and then said curiously:

"What do you want to see me for? How are the preparations for the Advent Ceremony?" After a moment of confusion, Renekton simply omitted the title of the true Creator in his words and called Him Lord like these members of the Aurora Society. Keton couldn't scream.

Directly calling the other person the true creator would conflict with his current status as an envoy of God.

Mr. A said with a pious and crazy look:

  "Our cooperation with the officials of the Kingdom of Loen and the Witch Sect is going very smoothly. In a short time, the great Lord will come to this land!"

After saying these words, Mr. A bent down slightly, tore open the clothes on his chest, thrust his hand into his abdomen, and took out a rib stained with dark red blood.

Then the torn flesh and blood on Mr. A's body quickly squirmed and healed, and he was back to his original state in the blink of an eye.

This scene made Renekton's brows jump. Although the Beyonders who knew the Hanged Man's path were very good at flesh and blood magic, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw this scene with his own eyes.

Mr. A handed the rib stained with dark red blood to Renekton and explained:

  "This is the item that the Lord asked me to hand over to you. It incorporates a portion of the Black Knight's extraordinary characteristics and can also be regarded as a special level 1 sealed item."

In Renekton's questioning eyes, Mr. A gave a more detailed explanation:

"It's special because it has the Lord's blessing on it!"

"It can use the Blade of Soul and Flesh, the Shadow of Fallen, the extraordinary ability to control shadows, and it can also temporarily transform the user into a dark knight, with extremely high defense and survivability."

"Its negative effect is that as the time of use accumulates, the pollution of the field of corruption, filth and mutation will continue to accumulate on the user. At the same time, a certain amount of flesh and blood is required to support it every day."

Renekton nodded slightly, reached out to take the rib, and looked at it carefully for a moment.

The dark red blood stains and bloody smell on the ribs looked like fresh blood stains, but the color looked like they had been stained for a long time. There was no bone marrow in the middle of the ribs, only a squirming shadow like a substance.

It's still daytime, so it's not appropriate to hang around with a piece of ribs. Renekton then put the ribs away and put them in the coat pocket that was covered by his white coat.

Thinking that his messenger was not suitable for communicating with people from the Aurora Society, he looked at Mr. A and said:

"Remember to inform me of the progress and changes in the plan. You should know how to find me, right?"

Mr. A's pale face revealed a sickly smile and said:

"I will, Your Majesty the Envoy of God."

"Soon, we will be able to look up to the glory of the Lord, and everyone in this city will be saved by our Lord!"

Renekton glanced at Mr. A, who was thinking about the future, but did not answer. He waited until the other party finished speaking his words of praise before saying goodbye to him and leaving.

Renekton turned around and entered the spirit world.

After wandering in the spirit world for a while, Renekton's figure appeared in the carriage in which Audrey and others were riding.

Xio, who reacted the fastest, was wary for a moment, then relaxed after seeing who it was.

Renekton glanced back through the wooden board of the carriage and said in a calm voice:

  "You are being followed."

"Following? People at the party just now? What should we do?" Audrey immediately answered.

Renekton leaned on the wooden board of the carriage and said in a lazy and steady voice:

"Do not care."

"Don't worry? Why?" Xio glanced at Renekton doubtfully.

"Pa!" Renekton snapped his fingers.

Forsi and Audrey glanced around suspiciously, and just now they noticed a less obvious spiritual fluctuation.

Renekton saw Forsi and Miss Audrey's movements and explained aloud:

  "I created some illusions for them. If they weren't very smart, it would take them an hour or two to come out."

"What if they are smart enough?" Forsi asked next.

Xio, who was sitting next to her, answered the question:

"Then they will leave on their own and treat today's events as if nothing happened."

"Why?" Forsi soon understood, and the words he wanted to ask gradually became silent.

The carriage arrived in Queens, and several people said goodbye one after another and returned to where they lived in a way they thought was safe.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 175 Bone Staff

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Chapter 175 Bone Staff

  After Renekton returned to Minsk Street, it was completely dark outside.

Although it was not yet night in terms of time, Backlund's thick haze obscured the evening sunlight, making it look no different from night.

Looking at the dark night sky outside the window and the sporadic lights coming from the windows of the surrounding houses, Renekton sighed:

  "It's darker than night and it's not time to turn on the gas streetlights yet."

Thinking that he still had enough time, Renekton took the rare opportunity to cook a dinner by himself. Although he was not a superb cook, the food at least suited his taste.

After eating too much barbecue and bread, Renekton felt that Russell's biggest failure was not saving the food of this era, and even wondered if Russell was a kitchen killer.

After dinner, Renekton looked at the rib Mr. A gave him for a moment in the bedroom that incorporated the characteristics of the Black Knight.

The mass of flesh and blood on his body never responded. Renekton even attached the rib to the tattoo on his left forearm, but the other party still didn't respond.

Renekton had no choice but to go to bed early and ask the other party in his dreams.

After lying on the bed, Renekton quickly began to meditate, allowing himself to quickly fall into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Renekton's confused mind came to his senses again. This time, the environment was the same as last time, inside the Dusk Temple.

Renekton skillfully turned his head to look at the uppermost seat in the palace. The blurry figure there was no longer blurry.

A man with shoulder-length black hair, slightly curled, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be covered with shadows, was looking at Renekton in the same way.

He wears a black robe wrapped with silver silk threads, engraved with complex symbols, and hung with gorgeous accessories. Layers of virtual black wings hang down from his back, covering most of his body.

The shadow under him was as thick as a living creature, and it seemed to be still squirming undetectably.

"Sasril!" Renekton said a name softly.

There was a slight smile on the man's face. He didn't know whether he was happy because his condition had improved a little, or because he was happy because of the name Saslier.

His voice was low and plain:

  "I like Saslier's identity very much, so I plan to continue using it."

"Of course, there is also the reason why this identity still has some anchors left, which helps me stabilize my status."

Renekton nodded slightly, not surprised that Sasriel, the dark angel, still had some remaining faith.

Adam has always promoted the belief in the ancient sun god, although it is limited to the Twilight Hermits, and there are also those in the Forsaken Land.

"Have you absorbed the characteristics of that rib?"

Renekton asked the question he was most concerned about. After all, it was a level 1 sealed object that he had just received. He had not even used it once before it would be gone.

Sasril shook his head slightly and said, "No, I only took away the divinity and will inside."

Renekton's eyes moved to the shadow under him. The true creator's will must be crazy, and taking it away would most likely pollute himself.

Sasril noticed Renekton's gaze, casually glanced at the shadows under him, and said with a chuckle:

"You are very perceptive. This is not a big problem. The period before God descended was enough for me to integrate and digest this part of my will."

"I need to be in a better state to face what's next."

Since the other party said so himself, Renekton no longer had any unnecessary worries and asked instead:

  "Can you suppress the negative effects of cutting off the ribs?"

Saslier stretched out his right hand and raised it in front of himself, as if he was holding something invisible, and asked at the same time:

  "What kind of weapon do you prefer?"

"Weapon?" Renekton was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why the other party suddenly asked this question, but he still said honestly:

"I don't have a clear preference. After all, I'm better at casting spells."

Sasril nodded slightly, and a bone staff as long as an adult's forearm appeared on his outstretched right hand.

The whole body is gray, with strange dark red patterns on it. The front end of the bone staff is like a grasping white bone palm, and the end of the bone staff is like a blade.

"So be it!"

Sasril nodded with satisfaction, then withdrew his hand, and the osteotomy staff disappeared at the same time, and then looked at Renekton and said:

"I made some adjustments to the image and ability of the rib. It now has the ability to herd souls, but there can only be three at most. If the soul reaches the demigod level, there can only be one."

"I have suppressed the negative effects to a certain extent. After using it to fight, you need to find some flesh and blood for it to devour. As for the pollution of corruption and dirty power, you can purify it yourself. It is very simple."

"It will also pray to me regularly every day. You don't need to worry about this, because the object of its prayers is me, and it will not have any impact on you." Renekton nodded unexpectedly, but the other party was still in a dream. Conversation can also affect the ribs placed in his bedroom.

The bone staff modified by Sasril had a habit of praying, which reminded Renekton of those sealed objects that also had this negative effect. Most of them belonged to the five paths of omniscience and omnipotence.

Renekton glanced at Sasril who was standing in front of him and felt a little more clear in his heart.

The case has been solved. Those sealed objects always like to sing and praise the corresponding gods. They are all made in vain. The most common negative effects of the sun pathway are caused by the ancient sun god.

"What are you thinking about?" came Saslier's calm voice.

Renekton calmed down his thoughts and asked a random question:

"The Aurora Society is now a completely anti-human cult. Are you going to let them change their ways?"

Saslier was silent for a while, and then said:

"This is inevitable. When I return to my angelic status, I will lead the Aurora Society in a new direction."

"I have been crazy as the True Creator for too long. Under the suppression of the Seven Gods and my own influence, the Aurora Society, which is mainly composed of secret prayers, has become what it is now."

Renekton nodded in agreement. It would be best if the other party could lead the Aurora Society out of the scope of a cult.

However, the True Creator was still in a state of madness. Thinking of this, Renekton frowned slightly and said:

"The True Creator is the true God of this path. As long as He has not recovered his senses, all mystics will still be affected by the influence from the top of the sequence."

Saslier said with a smile: "I bear their suffering!"

When I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside.

The first thing Renekton did when he got up was to see how the ribs he had put on the table aside last night were doing.

The ribs that were originally on the table had turned into a bone staff as long as an adult's forearm. Renekton took it in his hand and looked at it curiously.

It felt cold to the touch, but the evil feeling on the bone staff was much weaker than yesterday's rib form. It seemed to be the change brought about by Saslier.

Renekton pointed forward with his bone staff, and the shadows in the room instantly came to life, flooding up like water, twisting and twisting in the bedroom.

Renekton's hand holding the bone staff slightly twisted twice, and the shadows in the room quickly returned to their original positions. It was as if everything just now had never happened.

Then he reached out and gently touched the blade-like end of the bone staff.

The power of the Fallen Realm quickly gathered, and an extremely sharp blade as long as an arm extended from the end of the bone staff.

Renekton waved the spiritual-flesh blade, and the small coffee table next to him instantly split into two halves.

The cutting surface is exceptionally smooth, which seems to describe the sharpness of the spiritual and flesh blade.

Without continuing to test the ability of the bone staff, Renekton has already felt the desire to devour flesh and blood conveyed to him by the bone staff. Although it is not strong, if he continues to use it, this desire will become more and more intense. The stronger.

They all moved away from the bone staff, and Renekton's eyes quickly turned a blue-white color.

A sacred, bright, bright and pure warm light appeared in the room. This light quickly purified Renekton of the pollution of depravity and filthy power.

Renekton felt his whole body become relaxed.

After understanding the positive and negative effects of the bone staff, Renekton went out and bought about ten kilograms of fresh beef. He kept part of it to make breakfast for himself, and fed the rest to the bone staff.

The originally grasping white bone palm at the top of the bone staff stretched out, and a mouth full of fangs opened in the palm of the hand.

There was no need for anyone to pick it up. The bone staff seemed to come alive. It suddenly jumped up from the table and landed on the fresh beef. The white-bone palms kept grabbing it, and the mouth with the cracked palms chewed and swallowed crazily. .

"Are you alive by meal time?"

Renekton sighed when he saw this scene.

He had checked it when he used the bone staff before. At that time, the bone staff did not show this living characteristic.

Now it seems that the bone staff may have been dormant at that time, and it would only wake up when eating and praying to Sasriel.

(End of this chapter)