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Chapter 211 I have a task

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Chapter 211 I have a mission

Lawrence took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and glanced at Renekton, who was standing opposite him. He even doubted whether the other person was a crazy Beyonder, otherwise how could he say such a thing.

Renekton closed his eyes slightly and silently recited the name of the Hidden Sage in his mind, asking him to give him some support.

A pair of eyes outlined by the boundless starry sky appeared in Renekton's mind, and then disappeared.

Renekton immediately opened his eyes, took a step forward and said in a deep voice:

"I am the agent of a great being. Walking on this land, I can represent His will to a certain extent."

Following Renekton's words, Forsi and Lawrence suddenly felt as if some hallucinations were appearing in front of their eyes.

Behind Renekton appeared a hazy starry sky, every bit of starlight was like an eye, watching everything in the world indifferently.

At the same time, an aura of extremely high status permeated the air, disappearing at the touch of a touch.

The room returned to its previous deserted state, and the outdoor sunlight quietly shone into the room through the glass windows. Forsi blinked, trying to make sure it was just his illusion.

"Mr. Fool?!" Forsi murmured in confusion. She always felt that something was not right. Shouldn't Mr. Fool always be with the gray mist?

"Ha~ It's not Mr. Fool, it's some other great being." Renekton reminded Forsi.

"Mr. Fool? Who is that great being you speak of?"

Lawrence asked with a hint of brilliance in his eyes. The bright starry sky just now reminded him for a moment of the description of Mr. Men in the family records, many of which were related to the starry sky.

Renekton watched the changes in Lawrence and saw that his mood was much more stable, then he chuckled and said:

"Let's wait until you are willing to believe me to ask this question."

"Then what do you want from the Abraham family?"

"At least for the time being, I don't need it. You guys, a group of astrologers with up to Sequence Seven, can't provide much help to what I want to do."

"Mr. Men is the person I really want to ask for help."

Lawrence took a deep breath. He felt that he was now like an ordinary person facing the temptation of the devil. Fear and greed coexisted. Even though he knew that the other party might have bad intentions, he could not resist the temptation.

  "I will stay in Backlund for a while, but even if I believe you in the end, I will not interfere with the decisions of other members of the Abraham family."

"No problem." Renekton chuckled.

After looking at the sky outside the window, Renekton was ready to go back. Before leaving, he asked one more question:

  "Will you change your place of residence? I will find a qualified pharmacist to come over in the next two days and ask him to recuperate your body. Otherwise, I am really worried that you will collapse at any time."

Lawrence's expression became serious for a moment, and then he softened his tone and said, "Not for the time being."

"Okay, then goodbye~"

After receiving Lawrence's answer, Renekton took two steps into the spirit world without stopping.

"Cough! Cough!"

"Mr. Lawrence, how are you? Did the treatment just now have no effect?"

Forsi quickly approached and expressed concern.

Lawrence shook his head slightly, his voice no longer as strong as before, and he said a little weakly:

  "It's okay. The treatment just now was very effective. Otherwise, I would be dead by now."

"Do you know the guy just now? Can you tell me in detail?"

"." After a moment of silence, Forsi thought about what he could say, and then organized his words:

  "no problem."

"He and I are members of the same party. It is a very special party, a party convened by a great being himself!"

"It was also that great being who protected me when the full moon was raving. This allowed me to survive until now. This also gave me the qualification to join that party."

"He joined the party earlier than me. I only know that he knows a lot and is very strong. From my usual observations, he is relatively lazy, but he should be a pretty good person."

Lawrence listened quietly to Forsi's narration, while also recalling the conversation just now in his mind.

He seemed to know his ancestors very well. He actually wanted his ancestors to work for him for a period of time. There was no clear affiliation between the former blood emperor and his ancestors, and it was more about camps and interests.

  He may know what happened in the Battle of the Four Emperors. But if his target is really his ancestor, does the Abraham family need this kind of rescue?

"Mr. Lawrence? Are you still listening?"

Forsi stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Lawrence, who was in a daze.

"Huh? Sorry~ I was a little lost in thought." Lawrence came back to his senses and smiled a little apologetically.

"It's okay, Mr. Lawrence. I have something to do in the afternoon, so I'll go back first."

As he said that, Forsi looked at Lawrence with worried eyes.

Lawrence chuckled, waved his hands slightly and said:

  "Don't worry, I won't be dead for a while."

Chorwood District, Minsk Street 15.

Klein, who had just returned from the gray fog, saw a figure in front of him. He subconsciously took half a step back and made a defensive posture.

Renekton raised his eyebrows when he saw Klein's reaction and said:

"I thought you were going to throw some cards in my face!"

"When did you come?" Klein said angrily. "Just now." Renekton replied, and then directly asked the question he was more concerned about:

"Can you now block the influence of the full moon's whispers without anyone coming above the gray fog?"

"Why do you ask that?" Klein looked at Renekton with some confusion, then shook his head and said:

"Nothing like this has ever been attempted, and I don't know about it."

"Let's try it with Miss Magician?" Renekton boldly suggested.

Klein was silent for a moment and said in a strange tone:

"Miss Magician offended you?"

"Also, how did you know that she was affected by the full moon's whispers?"

"I know her." After replying to Klein, Renekton explained in detail why he raised this question:

"I would like to offer a certain blessing to a member of the Abraham family so that he can survive the full moon."

"Is there no way you can do it?" Klein asked slightly curiously.

Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"Yes, but troublesome, I don't want to involve them."

If I'm in trouble with my relationship, it's not trouble for me, right?

Klein silently cursed in his heart before thinking about the feasibility of this operation.

After thinking for a moment, Klein hesitated and said:

  "I can try it on the next full moon, but there's no guarantee of success."

Renekton smiled and said: "No problem, I will pay the reward. What do you need?"

Although Klein is not yet at the demigod level, he is at most just a few more paper angels away.

Klein asked about Will Asceptin without hesitation:

  "How much do you know about Will Asceptin? He is the Sequence One Mercury Snake, right?"

"Have you ever had a divination?"

Renekton asked a rhetorical question first, and then started talking to himself without waiting for Klein's answer:

"He is indeed the Mercury Snake. He is being chased by Ouroleus. He has now entered the restart state. That Doctor Allen is the father he chose after the restart."

Klein felt that many of his doubts had been answered, and then asked:

"Restart? Ouroleus is another mercury snake?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"Restart is the unique ability of the mercury snake. When encountering a danger that is difficult to escape, it can restart the cycle, reverse it into an embryo, and start a new life."

"Ouroleus is the angel king of the destiny path, now following the true Creator."

Klein couldn't help but sigh:

"Start a new life? This ability is very buggy."

"You have mentioned the King of Angels several times. What does the title King of Angels mean? The King among Angels?"

"Bug? That's a better word to describe the Thief Path."

Renekton corrected Klein's wording, and then explained the meaning of the King of Angels:

"The kings of angels in the narrow sense refer to the eight kings of angels who served beside the ancient sun god; the kings of angels in the broad sense refer to those angels who have transcended the sequence and have not yet become true gods, that is, those angels who have not yet become true gods. Angels who have integrated multiple sequences of one characteristic or have mastered uniqueness, well, in fact, angels who have mastered the essence can also be counted, and they are even stronger!"

In Queens, in an inconspicuous house, the Extraordinary gathering convened by Mr. A was held here.

After returning to his rented place from the hotel where Lawrence lived, Forsi changed his clothes, and accompanied Viscount Graylint to the party with Xio.

On the seat, Forsi maintained his usual lazy posture, but he rarely wore a hood and covered his face with shadows.

She was thinking about Mr. Lawrence.

The influence of the full moon ramble comes from the ancestor of the Abraham family, Mr. Men. If we had used that bracelet, so many things would not have happened.

Moreover, Mr. Baita turned out to be the representative of a great being. Just listening to it made me feel so distinguished. Mr. Baita appeared in the Tarot meeting to represent the relationship between that great being and Mr. Fool. Alliance?

  Mr. Hanged Man in the sea, Mr. Sun in the Land Abandoned by God, Miss Justice, who is a noble, and the terrifyingly gloomy Mr. World. Why do I feel that Mr. Fool asked me to join the Tarot Club just to increase the number of people?

  Mr. A, who was sitting at the front, spoke at the right time:

"I have a mission."

"Help me find some people who believe in the so-called 'Fool'."

Mr. A's words pulled Forsi out of his thoughts.

She stared blankly at Mr. A, who was sitting on the single sofa in front of him with an exaggerated hood. She wondered if she had heard something wrong just now.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 212 Life is precious and the harvest is gratifying!

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Chapter 212 Life is precious and the harvest is gratifying!

  After the party convened by Mr. A, Forsi followed Xio and Viscount Grayling absentmindedly. She had never felt that a gathering of Extraordinaries was such a torment.

At that time, she even doubted whether she would reveal that she was one of the people Mr. A was looking for due to some minor omissions.

I shouldn't be exposed, certainly not. I have never made any relevant disclosures, except to Mr. Lawrence, who mentioned that I was protected by a great being when the full moon was raving. Mr. Lawrence is a member of the Abrahamic family, and he is affiliated with the Aurora Society. It doesn't matter, and he should be a trustworthy gentleman.

  Why would the Aurora Society suddenly look for Mr. Fool's followers and followers? Is this the pull and entanglement between the being whom the Aurora Society believes in and Mr. Fool?

Forsi returned to the house he and Xio rented in a state of composure, and waited until night before he had a chance to be alone and pray to Mr. Fool about what happened today.

When Klein above the gray fog heard Forsi's prayer, he was stunned for a moment. He even wanted to report Mr. A to the church and the illegal gathering he convened!

  After thinking about it for a while, he sadly discovered that the Fool had no believers or favored ones at all, and at most, including himself, there was only one.

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but laugh at himself:

  "It's okay if I'm the only one who has gods and believers."

After thinking about the problem of the Aurora Society, he felt that the problem probably lay with Little Sun. He confessed the Tarot Society to the chief of Silver City. Perhaps the shepherd elder Lovia knew about it and passed the information on to him. Passed on to the True Creator.

That's not right. Al's body is still parasitic with a mass of flesh and blood that contains the divinity and will of the true Creator. He should have discovered the existence of the Fool a long time ago, but there has been no sign of it. I almost ignored it. Was he blocked by Al? .Or maybe he has lost contact with the true Creator of his body.

  In the end, she just gave Miss Magic a "don't care" response.

Don't worry, after Forsi was a little surprised, he felt that this answer was reasonable:

  In the eyes of a great being, the Aurora Society is not an organization worth caring about.

After a moment of silence, Forsi once again whispered the Fool's honorable name and asked curiously:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, who does the Aurora Society believe in?"

Immediately, she saw Mr. Fool sitting above the gray mist, and said in a leisurely manner:

"The True Creator."

The true creator, Forsi, opened her eyes suddenly. She understood the reason why Mr. A suddenly looked for Mr. Fool's followers.

The young man from Silver City told their chief some information, and one of the elders of Silver City was a shepherd, a path under the control of the true Creator.

The next morning, in the Harvest Church in the south area of ​​​​Daqiao.

"You really came here to work early in the morning!"

Renekton sighed towards Emlyn, who had a numb expression and skillfully wiped the candlesticks and tabletop.

"Are you here to laugh at me?" Emlyn glared angrily, and then murmured like a deflated rubber ball:

"I don't want to either, but whenever I think about the candlesticks in the church that haven't been wiped and the tabletops that haven't been tidied up, I feel very uncomfortable and want to run over right away."

Emlyn stepped forward to talk very familiarly, and took advantage of the situation to put the rag in his hand aside.

It can be seen that my heart doesn't want to do it at all, but my body is very honest.

Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at Emlyn, who was taking advantage of the opportunity to be lazy. He turned around and walked to the chair beside him to sit down and said:

"I have a commission, are you interested?"

"No!" Emlyn refused without thinking.

Emlyn's refusal without thinking was somewhat beyond Renekton's expectations, and then he asked in confusion:

  "You, aren't you short of money?"

Emlyn looked slightly stunned, then sneered:

  "Don't insult the noble vampires with money!"

"Really?" Renekton tilted his head and said casually:

"As far as I know, those exquisitely crafted dolls you like to collect are not cheap, and can even be called expensive, especially the ones that are as tall as a person."

"." Emlyn opened his mouth, and finally closed it silently.

After a while of silence, he coughed lightly and pretended not to care and said:

"Okay~ You're right, what do you want me to help you with?"

"There is an old gentleman. He has suffered some serious injuries in the past. He has been hit one after another recently. He is a little depressed. Coupled with the old injuries, he may die at any time."

"I hope you can help him get his body in order. At least, let him live a few more years."

"How old is he?" Emlyn asked doubtfully.

"Probably around eighty years old." Renekton replied uncertainly.

Emlyn was silent for a moment, and finally said in a calm tone:

  "I suggest you buy him a cemetery."

Renekton stared at the other person calmly for a few seconds, and before Emlyn was about to explode, he said:

"As long as you can do it, I can help you find the extraordinary characteristics of the potion professor, which corresponds to your vampire baron!"

"Of course I know that!"

Emlyn raised his head slightly and said in a disdainful tone, then he reacted and stared at Renekton with stern eyes:

  "Can you find the extraordinary characteristics corresponding to the vampire baron?"

"You don't want to attack the vampires, do you?"

Renekton glanced at the other party with disdain and said:

"No, even if I can't find it, I can still get a share from the Church of the Earth." "Yes, but even if I can't completely cure the old gentleman you're talking about, you still need to pay a certain amount of compensation."

"I can only treat his physical injuries. For mental problems such as the will to survive, you have to find a psychiatrist."

Emlyn added the terms very carefully.

"No problem!" Renekton agreed readily.

After reaching a deal, Emlyn's mood improved a little, and then he looked at Renekton hesitantly and expectantly and asked:

"Do you know how to remove psychological suggestion?"

"Find a psychiatrist, or a corresponding magical item."

Renekton looked directly at Father Utravsky and the candles burning in the church and said.

The corner of Emlyn's mouth twitched, and his expression collapsed:

"I tried and lost, but my father and mother were almost arrested. The Nightmare Candle was very evil."

"Do you know of any other magical items that have similar effects?"

"Psychological Alchemy Society, if you can find and believe them. However, in a big city like Backlund, why do you vampires have one or two earls?"

Renekton said knowingly.

Emlyn's expression was numb, and he tried his best to put on a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Psychological Alchemy Society? I've never heard of it. It's better to wait for the big shots of the Vampire Clan to figure out how to remove psychological suggestions."

"Although. Although by the time they find out, I will probably be a loyal believer of the Mother Earth Goddess. Now I feel more and more that life is precious and a good harvest is gratifying!"

Renekton nodded slightly, and then said from the bottom of his heart:

  "What's wrong with believing in the Mother Goddess of the Earth? There are quite a few members of your vampire clan who believe in the Mother Goddess of the Earth. Besides, Emperor Russell once said: Since you can't resist, you might as well enjoy it."

Emlyn's expression froze for a moment, as if he was thinking about whether Emperor Russell really said this?

  Then he thought carefully and said:

"Do you know how to contact that organization? It's the Psychological Alchemy Society you call it."

I thought you simply ignored this organization that you have never heard of...

  He complained in his mind, then shook his head and said:

  "I don't know. I have no connection with this organization."

Emlyn looked at Renekton with disgust, waved his hand at him, and kept muttering:

  "I'm free in the evening. If I leave here for too long at other times, I can't help but want to come back to pray and wipe the candlesticks. Damn it."

St. George's, Saatchi Street.

After reaching a deal with Emlyn, Renekton returned to Minsk Street, found Klein and the lawyer Jurgen invited by Klein, and went to the home of inventor Leppard together.

Leppard's house was a bit messy, and he simply poured a cup of ordinary black tea for everyone, completely showing his unsociable side.

Klein took a sip of black tea and then said straight to the point:

"Hello, Mr. Leppard, this is my friend. He heard about your invention and decided to invest in it."

"Investment?" When the issue of investment was mentioned, Leppard's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a confidant, and he couldn't wait to speak:

"How much do you intend to invest?"

Renekton mentally calculated the funds he could use and chuckled:

"The first investment is 3000 pounds. If you have other inventions or creative ideas in the future, I will make additional investment according to the situation."

While speaking, Renekton's eyes naturally scanned every detail in the house, as well as Leppard's clothing and behavior.

He quickly sketched out a rough character model in his mind and began to analyze rationally.

His personality is somewhat stubborn and simple, and he is not sociable. He is a person who is completely obsessed with research and can develop into a subordinate. Moreover, he is very suitable for the generalist path. He is a bit old, and the upper limit is estimated to be a mechanical expert. However, if he and this path are enough If you are compatible, it is not impossible to become an alchemist.

After calmly analyzing in his mind for a while, Renekton turned his attention to lawyer Jurgen aside:

  "Lawyer Jurgen, please draw up a contract."

Then he turned his attention back to Leppard:

"I'm looking for one or two people who love machinery and have certain connections in Backlund to invest. If a product is to be promoted, they are indispensable."

"Okay, no problem, I'm always here."

Leppard answered quickly, and the smile on his face never fell.

Klein looked at Renekton with some doubts. 3000 pounds was already considered a large investment. Was it to win over an inventor or to make money through investment?

Lawyer Jurgen quickly drew up the contract. After Renekton signed his name, he handed the contract to Leppard and said:

  "Remember to give me your bank account and I will transfer the money within the next few days."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 213 Whose church do you want to blow up?

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Chapter 213 Whose church do you want to blow up?

In the evening, Renekton came to the Harvest Church in the south area of ​​the bridge again. Emlyn couldn't wait to take off his priest's robe and left the Harvest Church without looking back.

Renekton even felt that his figure was a little embarrassed, as if he was running away.

He slowly followed Emlyn and walked out of the Harvest Church.

After Emlyn put some distance away from the Harvest Church behind him, he stopped, raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, and sighed as if embracing the sunset:

  "A Taste of Freedom!"

"Freedom. Aren't you going to volunteer tomorrow?"

"Moreover, the air quality in Backlund is not good."

Renekton approached from behind and slapped Emlyn casually.

Emlyn's face fell instantly, he looked at Renekton with resentment and said:

".Where is that old gentleman?"

Smiling slightly, Renekton glanced at Emlyn, who had a bitter look on his face, and put his hand on his shoulder.

Before Emlyn could react, he had already led him into the spirit world and approached the hotel where Lawrence was resting.

In a moment, the two people's figures were quickly outlined in a room of the Carpensa Hotel in the West End.

Lawrence leaned on his chair and stared through the glass window at the dusk outside.

After noticing the spiritual fluctuations in the room, he came back to his senses and looked at where Renekton and Emlyn appeared.

Renekton pointed towards Lawrence and said:

"This is this gentleman, please help him take a look."

Seeing his patient, Emlyn quickly entered the state of mind, quickly approached him, looked at Lawrence carefully from top to bottom for a while, and then frowned and said:

"He has accumulated injuries from the past, which is a great burden on his aging body."

"I can try to prepare some potions, but this won't be something that can be restored in a day or two."

"Moreover, this old gentleman does not seem to have a strong desire to survive. Instead, he is depressed and depressed. This kind of mentality is not good, especially for extraordinary people. It may even lead to loss of control."

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"You can prepare some potions for him to strengthen his body and repair his injuries. Once you have done this, you will have completed the commission."

He himself knew about Lawrence's condition, but as long as he took good care of his body, was promoted once or twice without the influence of the full moon's whispers, his lifespan problem could be solved.

"Vampire?" Lawrence looked away from Emlyn's crimson eyes.

There was a bit of surprise in his expression. He didn't expect that the pharmacist Renekton invited was actually a vampire.

But it's normal. Every vampire is born to be a qualified pharmacist.

As a descendant of the Abraham family, Lawrence knew a lot about the vampire family.

"You can actually recognize the Vampires!" Emlyn raised his head slightly, showing a slightly surprised and arrogant expression.

Lawrence maintained the smile on his face and said:

"During the Fourth Age, the Blood Clan and the Abraham Family supported different empires. They were considered enemies. Naturally, I know something about the Blood Clan."

Renekton glanced at Lawrence in surprise, that he would take the initiative to mention the Abraham family in front of outsiders.

Emlyn looked at Lawrence in surprise, his tone was still arrogant, but he said with more recognition:

  "Abraham family? Haven't you disappeared long ago?"

"It just hid its traces, not disappeared."

Lawrence responded without changing his expression.

Emlyn didn't care about Lawrence's attitude at all. He was not interested in the old man of an ancient family. Their bloodline was much older than the Abraham family.

He's just an old man. If it weren't for the temptation of becoming a baron, I wouldn't bother to treat him.

  Emlyn looked at Renekton and said calmly:

"The medicine to treat his injuries requires some extraordinary materials, which is another price."

Renekton nodded lightly and said, "No problem, I'll give you the money tomorrow."

"Don't forget the news you promised about the vampire baron's extraordinary characteristics. His problems will be cured within a month."

Emlyn reminded again.

After waving his hand, Renekton asked curiously:

  "Don't worry, I will definitely find it for you as promised, but are you sure you have the money to buy it?"

"Or are you going to reluctantly sell a few of your collection of exquisite dolls?"

Emlyn's originally arrogant and proud face instantly fell down. He silently calculated his savings and said in an erratic voice:

"You don't have to worry about this. It's just a baron trait. I can still afford it."

If it doesn't work out, I'll ask my father and mother for money. There's absolutely no way they can sell my doll. My Aniya, I just fell in love with a palace dress for her.

  "Ahem~, I can still afford the money for these medical treatments."

After Lawrence coughed twice, he interrupted the conversation between Renekton and Emlyn about compensation.

Renekton didn't care about the money issue and asked curiously:

"Mr. Lawrence, if I solve the problem of the full moon whispering for you, do you have any thoughts on continuing to be promoted?"

Lawrence was slightly stunned. The other party's topic jumped so quickly that he couldn't react for a moment, but he still responded gently:

  "If it's an attempt, I'm willing to cooperate."

"Only mystics who have been promoted to the level of demigods can undergo qualitative changes in their bodies through the transformation of magic potions and greatly extend their lifespan." Renekton explained aloud the reason why he proposed the other party's promotion.

"Mystic Mage" Lawrence sighed, smiled bitterly and did not reply.

Even without the influence of the full moon's whispers, how could it be so easy for a demigod to be promoted.

"Cough cough!"

Emlyn coughed twice. After seeing Renekton turn to look at him, he glanced at the darkening sky outside the window and said:

  "Should you send me back? You still need to buy some materials for the medicine for this old gentleman."

"Am I becoming your means of transportation?"

Renekton complained, but he still took two steps closer and put his hand on Emlyn's shoulder. Their figures quickly faded and disappeared from the hotel room.

Lawrence looked at the place where Renekton left, remained silent for a long time, and said to himself:

"Is a mystic really possible?"

In front of the Harvest Church on Rose Street in Daqiao South District.

The figures of Renekton and Emlyn were quickly outlined.

As soon as Emlyn took a step forward, he stopped, turned back and glared at Renekton:

"Why are you back at Harvest Church?"

"As you requested, I sent you back. Do you want to go in and pray?"

"Damn it, you are really a human being with a dark and twisted heart. What I want to go back to is the place where I live, not this abominable church!"

Emlyn said with a distorted expression.

"Perhaps you can tell me where you live?"

Renekton reminded the vampire in front of him who was about to become angry.

"Uh" Emlyn was stuck for a moment, swallowed back what he was about to say, and then waved his hand pretending not to care:

  "Forget it, it's not that far away anyway, I can just go back by myself."

With that said, Emlyn turned around and walked quickly to the side. Soon, Emlyn's figure disappeared around the corner.

With a chuckle, Renekton turned around and took a step forward, his figure disappearing into the spirit world and disappearing.

Back on Minsk Street, Renekton knocked on the door of Klein's house.

"Huh? Why did you start knocking on the door?" Klein asked in confusion as soon as he opened the door.

"Isn't this basic courtesy?" Renekton quickly entered the room and sat down by the fireplace.

After Klein closed the door, he also sat down by the fireplace. Before asking what he wanted to do with him, he saw Renekton staring at the flames of the fireplace and saying:

  "Should sitting by the fire be accompanied by a barbecue?"

"This is the fireplace."

Klein corrected him.

"It's almost the same. Wait for me and I'll go back to get some things."

After saying that, Renekton stood up and walked to the wall aside, opening a "door" leading to his house.

A moment later, Klein saw Renekton, Bugs Bunny in a black cloak, and a crow with bright feathers coming to him through the "door" on the wall.

Behind them there is a pile of fruits, vegetables and meat floating in the air.

  Klein sighed helplessly, stood up, and arranged the dining table and chairs.

The ingredients floating in the air fell one by one and were neatly placed on the dining table.

Klein looked at Bugs Bunny and Crow who were already sitting obediently on the chairs, and couldn't help but sigh:

  "Your execution ability is really strong!"

"Winter goes better with barbecue beer, but it's a pity that Russell didn't seem to have invented beer, so he could only use juice instead."

As he spoke, Renekton stretched out his right palm, and dots of starlight emerged, quickly forming a slowly rotating star sand.

Renekton made a throwing motion, and the star sand in his hand scattered forward one after another, forming a transparent and bright barbecue grill.

Klein was silent for a moment. He felt that if it weren't for the physical control brought about by the clown potion before, his expression at this moment would have been wonderful.

He took a deep breath and said expressionlessly:

  "Is this how you use your extraordinary abilities?"

"There's no way. It's not the path of a generalist. You can't hold a Gundam with bare hands. You can't even hold a barbecue grill."

Renekton sighed with a somewhat helpless tone.

Klein was speechless again and said rather speechlessly:

"I have some suspicion that your main purpose of collecting the characteristics of the generalist path is to enable you to defeat Gundam with your bare hands."

"Not only Gundam, I also want to create nuclear fusion with my bare hands!"

As he spoke, Renekton raised his hands as if embracing the sun.

Klein answered in a strange way: "Whose church do you want to blow up?"

Then the two fell silent together.

Renekton thought about whether what Klein just said could be a reminder of destiny, and began to think about whose church it was more feasible to blow up.

  Klein originally thought that he had said the wrong thing, but Renekton's subsequent silence and thoughts made him wonder if the other party was moved by his casual words.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 214 Digestive Potion

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Chapter 214 Digestive Potion

  Renekton and Crane and the two animals formed a semicircle around the hearth.

In the middle of the fireplace is the undead chef under the crow, who is conscientiously grilling handfuls of meat skewers on the barbecue grill made of bright stars.

While eating barbecue, Klein said vaguely:

"Why do the undead in this world still barbecue? And it's still earth-flavored!"

"I taught him." Renekton said proudly.

Then the topic changed:

  "Do you know some people in the Kragg Club who love machinery and would rather be engaged in this aspect of business?"

"I want to find one or two people in this field and let them invest in Leppard, and at the same time, they can better promote the bicycle invented by Leppard."

"No problem, I will do it even if you don't tell me. I will get a share of the money earned from every bicycle sold!"

Klein raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but feel excited when he thought that he would have a steady stream of money coming in from now on.

The smile on his face did not last long. Klein's expression became serious, and his voice became deeper and deeper as he said:

"The Aurora Society is looking for the Fool's favored ones and followers."

"I know." Renekton nodded slightly.

"It should be the message from Elder Lovia of Silver City. The True Creator has just conveyed this oracle to the Aurora Society."

"How do you know so clearly?"

"I was at a gathering point of the Aurora Society."

After Renekton said this, Klein remained silent for a moment.

The Aurora Society, the Tarot Society, the Church of Knowledge, and he was still working as a pirate at sea, so he wasn't afraid that one day he would overturn and be hunted down by a group of big guys?

  "It's December." Renekton suddenly sighed in a low voice.

Crane looked at the other party in confusion, a little curious about what happened to December.

"Backlund's peace will not last long. I have to digest the last bit of the secret master's potion within these two weeks."

Klein frowned slightly and asked with some confusion:

"why?"

"Is it related to the promotion ceremony?"

"It has a certain relationship." Renekton shook his head slightly without explaining too much.

After finishing the barbecue and chatting with Klein for a while, Renekton stood up and left. To digest the remaining potions within two weeks, he needed to let the Hidden Sage immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.

It had been two weeks since the last time Klein and I had a barbecue in front of the fireplace.

Renekton has been studying the secret arts for the past two weeks, trying to digest the last bit of the secret magic master's potion. He only goes out when delivering potions to Lawrence.

"Hu~ finally succeeded!"

Renekton leaned on the chair in the study room, feeling the movement of the potion being completely digested in his body, and a bright smile spread across his lips.

As the Secret Master's potion was completely digested, Renekton felt that his vision had become clearer.

It seems that the traces of existence and changes in anything will be seen by oneself

  He just raised his eyes casually and glanced at a book, and the detailed information of that book subconsciously appeared in his mind.

If you stare at it for a long time, you can even tell the material and production process of the paper, as well as the production time.

You can also simulate and deduce the production process of this book from raw materials to paper to book in your mind.

"I am more than twice as strong as when I first took the magic potion and was promoted."

"This ability to see and analyze things is very much like a pre-version of "insight"!"

"It has been reflected since the stage of reasoning students in Sequence 8, and has continued to change qualitatively with promotion. No wonder Mr. Huang said that "insight" is one of the core abilities of this path."

Feeling the changes inside his body, Renekton whispered a few words to himself.

In two weeks, everything is developing independently.

Klein has found a third investor in the bicycle and signed a contract with him.

Lawrence's body also improved a lot under the medicine prepared by Emlyn.

At the last Tarot meeting, Forsi had successfully been promoted to Master of Magic, and Alger the Hanged Man had also been promoted to Wind Blessed.

Miss Audrey has also been recognized by the Psychological Alchemy Society and is about to enter this secret organization.

Little Sun is also working hard to digest the magic potion in Silver City, accumulating merit, and is preparing to exchange it for the Sun Priest's potion formula at the Tarot Conference.

After reviewing the events of the past two weeks at the Tarot Meeting and confirming that he had nothing left to deal with, Renekton stood up from his chair.

He moved his body, which was numb from sitting for a long time, and then stepped into the spirit world.

West End, inside the Hotel Carpensa.

Renekton's figure was quickly outlined.

Renekton also saw Forsi, who had been promoted to Master of Magic, sitting face to face with Lawrence at a coffee table, talking about something.

Renekton's arrival made the atmosphere between the two somewhat tense.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Tynes~"

Forsi stood up and said hello.

"Good afternoon, Miss Fors, you don't need to address me so formally. I'm still a little uncomfortable with it." Renekton nodded politely in response.

Then he dragged a chair over and sat on the other side of the coffee table.

After Renekton sat down, Lawrence smiled and said:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Tynes. Would you like coffee or tea?"

"Okay, coffee, thank you."

Lawrence smiled and nodded, stood up and left his seat.

Renekton and Forsi were silent for a while, but it was Renekton who started the topic first:

  "How are you going to digest the Juggler's potion? Are you going to work in the circus?"

"Circus?" Forsi was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. She thought this was a very good idea.

"Sounds pretty good. I should go back and give it a try. Do you have any suggestions?"

suggestion? It is recommended to learn from Klein and let Backlund's Nighthawks, Punishers, and Mechanical Hearts become his audience.

Renekton muttered to himself in his mind, and then said in a calm voice:

  "Perform in front of extraordinary people and fool them."

"Uh" Forsi couldn't say anything to refute.

It's very effective, but it doesn't matter whether I can fool the Extraordinary. Even if I can do it, what will happen afterwards? The magic master's tricks don't have much practical ability at all.

"Allowing extraordinary people to be the subject of your own performance does get more feedback, but it's also quite dangerous."

Lawrence put a cup of coffee in front of Renekton and said something at the same time.

Forsi nodded in agreement with Lawrence's words:

  "Yes, I think it would be more practical for me to perform in the circus."

"Mr. Tynes, you seem to know the magic master very well. You even know that the key points of the role are "performance" and "fooling"."

Lawrence looked at Renekton with serious eyes and said.

"I have a friend who is now a magician, and as adjacent pathways, the meanings of the two names are similar in some ways."

Renekton chuckled and passed the blame to Klein.

"Adjacent route?" Forsi asked curiously.

Lawrence was the first to speak and explained for Forsi:

"There are two paths adjacent to the apprentice path, namely the fortune teller and the thief."

"Magicians are Sequence 7, which belongs to the fortune teller path, and Sequence 8 swindlers, who belong to the Thief path. The performance rules of these two sequences are similar to those of the Master of Magic."

"I see." Forsi nodded lightly.

Then he looked at Renekton and asked very curiously:

  "That friend of yours digested the potion by performing in front of extraordinary people and successfully fooling them?"

Renekton nodded slightly: "You should have seen him in the newspaper - The Black Emperor!"

Forsi opened her lips slightly, but did not speak.

The Black Emperor of Thieves, the Black Emperor of Thieves who killed Kapin and rescued those innocent girls, the Black Emperor of Thieves who is suspected to be a member of Mr. Fool. This is using a bunch of extraordinary people, including many official forces, as his audience!

Forsi sighed silently in her heart. She couldn't say anything except envy for this way of acting.

She thought for a moment, and if she followed this way of acting, the probability of being charged by Chavas when she got home would be 10%, and the probability of being caught by the audience of her choice midway through the performance would be 90%.

  He quickly shook his head to get rid of the thoughts in his mind, and then said seriously:

"I can't learn this way. The circus is more suitable for me."

"Indeed, the Rogue Black Emperor should have powerful enough magical items, or someone to help him, and he is also very good at fighting. Otherwise, he would not be able to perform at this level."

"Although ordinary people will be the audience, although the feedback received will be much less, it will be safer."

Lawrence nodded slightly and answered with approval.

Renekton's eyes wandered between Forsi and Lawrence for a moment, then he chuckled:

  "Mr. Lawrence, do you plan to train an apprentice who is not a member of the family?"

Unexpectedly, Lawrence did not remain silent or hesitant, but smiled and nodded:

  "Ms. Fors's character is enough to earn my trust, and she is good enough, isn't she?"

Forsi looked a little moved and wanted to say something, but Lawrence had no intention of stopping.

"You have been approved by Anlisa. If she is still alive, she will probably personally guide you on the path of an extraordinary person."

"But I don't intend to teach you personally. You also know my physical condition. Even if it is relieved, I am already too old. Maybe one day in the future, I will suddenly pass away."

Lawrence turned his attention to Forsi and continued:

"I plan to introduce you to a teacher. With my recommendation and your own character, I think he will agree. Of course, I will also be happy to guide you on some mystical doubts."

Forsi took a deep breath, her eyes were a little sour. Except for her good friend Xio, she rarely felt this kind of heartfelt concern for her.

"Thank you, Mr. Lawrence~"

"This is mutual help. It is also beneficial to us to cultivate a high-sequence Beyonder who has no malicious intentions."

Seeing the familiar and eager atmosphere between the two people in front of him, Renekton laughed and joked:

"I seem a bit redundant here."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 215 The brief attack of the apostle of desire

Fitness Fun in the Park

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Chapter 215 The brief attack of the apostle of desire

Renekton's joke briefly silenced the room for a second or two. Before the atmosphere was ruined by the comments, he spoke again:

"I came to see how you are recovering, and by the way, I want to ask if you have any plans for promotion in the near future."

Lawrence was silent for a moment, as if he was calculating the time of the full moon, or doing some mental construction for himself, and then said:

  "There will be a full moon in a few days. I want to give you an answer after I have spent the full moon babble."

"No problem." Renekton nodded lightly, then changed the subject and said:

  "The Abraham family, do you know the whereabouts of the characteristics of the demigod and above in the general path?"

"General knowledge?" Lawrence shook his head in confusion and said:

"Sorry, I don't know, and there is no record of this in the family."

"Ever since our ancestors disappeared and the Abraham family suffered a blood curse, we have been gradually withdrawing from the stage of history, and we don't know much about the outside world."

Renekton was not too disappointed since he had expected the answer.

Forsi unexpectedly took a look at Renekton, who also mentioned this need in the Tarot meeting.

After struggling for a while, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked:

  "What are you doing collecting the traits of the Generalist path?"

"Cultivate a group of craftsmen." Renekton said without any secret.

"A batch?" Forsi was stunned for two seconds. Is there anyone who cultivates extraordinary people and uses the term "a batch" to describe them?

"Are you planning to form a force?"

Lawrence asked quickly.

Renekton saw the worry in the other person's eyes, and he was probably afraid that he wanted to involve the Abraham family.

He chuckled and said, "I do have this plan, but it has nothing to do with your Abraham family. You are too weak."

Hearing the other party say that the Abraham family was too weak, Lawrence didn't know whether to be angry or happy for a moment. But as long as the other party had no thoughts about the Abraham family, it didn't matter.

He sighed helplessly:

  "The Abraham family can no longer withstand this kind of trouble."

"Mr. Men will definitely return, not too long ago."

Renekton pondered for a moment, then stood up and left, entering the spirit world and leaving.

"Traveler's abilities, but doesn't appear to use magical items."

Lawrence frowned and thought for a while, then looked at Forsi who was sitting opposite and said:

"Do you know which path of Extraordinary he is?"

"reader."

Lawrence pondered for a moment as if he was suddenly enlightened and said:

  "Reader? No wonder."

"I have seen a comment from my ancestors on this path in family records: The omniscient one is omnipotent because of his omniscience."

Back on Minsk Street, Renekton frowned slightly with a strong sense of voyeurism and malice.

A layer of purple fluorescence lit up in his eyes, and he looked in the direction where he was inspired. His eyes penetrated the walls and saw a dark figure standing not far from the street.

The figure was covered in darkness like a shadow, and the specific appearance could not be seen clearly.

Behind him was a slightly illusory, huge figure, with goat horns covered with countless mysterious patterns bending out from the top of his head. He was carrying a pair of giant bat-like wings, surrounded by many red and light blue flames.

Just by watching, Renekton felt his emotions rising and falling rapidly, and all kinds of malice surged in his heart.

Using the reader's ability to control his own rationality, Renekton suppressed his various emotions and desires.

Staring at the tall demon figure in the field of vision, he frowned and murmured softly:

"Apostle of Desire, Jason Beria?"

Perhaps it was the too direct gaze that attracted the other party's reaction, and the two sides' eyes met together across several layers of walls.

The next moment, Renekton's figure instantly became transparent, turning into bright starlight and surging through the obstacles above his head, towards the roof, and then the figure reunited inside the stars.

Standing on the roof, Renekton stared at the figure in a straight tuxedo on the other side of the street, locking his eyes with him.

Rubbing his fingers gently, several golden illusory flames ignited in front of him. In an instant, these golden flames turned into rapid arrows and shot out.

The golden arrow dragged out a stream of pale golden light in the air, and then sank into a layer of illusory, viscous black liquid without causing a single ripple.

"Sun!" Renekton whispered a word in dragon language.

A golden light with a strong solar aura emerged around him. This light flowed like water waves towards the figure wearing a straight tuxedo in front of him.

Around the figure on the opposite side, more illusory, viscous black liquid emerged. These liquids were like a collection of the most sinister and shameful desires in the human heart, sweeping in in a manner that polluted everything.

The water-like light and the illusory, viscous black liquid quickly merged in mid-air.

"Zizzi!" After a harsh sound, everything returned to calm. There is no golden light like water waves around, nor those illusory, viscous black liquids.

Renekton frowned slightly and looked towards the other person's previous location, but there was no one there.

With the purple fluorescence in his eyes, Renekton quickly looked around and did not see the apostle of desire, but he did see Destiny on the other side of the street.

A rough guess formed in his mind, and Renekton raised his hand to open a "door" in the air.

Next to Destiny, Renekton's figure stepped out of the void and asked with a slight smile on his face:

  "Mr. Destiny, was the Apostle of Desire scared away by you?"

Destiny nodded slightly and said:

  "It can be said that I noticed some abnormal changes in fate, and out of curiosity, I came to observe."

His gaze lingered behind Renekton for a moment, as if looking at something invisible to the naked eye.

"Abnormal changes in fate?" Renekton frowned slightly, and his smiling face gradually became calm.

Destiny stared at the place where the Desire Apostle disappeared, then withdrew his gaze and walked towards the house he rented:

  "The Apostle of Desire, he shouldn't have come to you at this time."

"Although the devil's foreseeable danger cannot detect my existence, it is enough for him to detect the danger when he comes to you to seek revenge before he is born. What's more, if he is not fully prepared, he himself will not be your opponent. ."

"I didn't have the idea of ​​killing him just now. I was concerned about the ordinary people around me and the possibility of being discovered by extraordinary people from the official and the church."

"But, with my ability, I can isolate the battlefield and cover up the movement."

Renekton gradually frowned, and he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Someone interfered with the movement of destiny, and there was more than one person!"

Destiny's voice became deeper unconsciously, and there was obvious disgust in his tone.

It seems that Extraordinaries of the Path of Destiny hate this kind of behavior that interferes with other people's destiny at will. No wonder Ourolius chose the True Creator instead of Brother Amon.

  Cursing in his heart, Renekton looked at Destiny and said in a sincere tone:

  "Mr. Destiny, could you predict this abnormal change of fate in advance?"

"This is not a normal fluctuation of fate. I cannot predict it. After all, I am just an ordinary doom mage."

Destiny shook his head slightly and responded softly.

"I hate the audience!"

After muttering softly, Renekton returned to his study through the "door".

Sitting back in the armchair, Renekton frowned slightly. He still had no idea what was going on with Jason Belial.

Jason Belial still has the task of assassinating Duke Negan. He should not let him come to me to seek revenge at this time. This is tantamount to death. So, was it arranged by 0-08? That quill seems to like to find things for me, which is not something Ince Zangwill would do. It did it on its own?

  "When did I offend that quill?"

Renekton muttered to himself helplessly.

"This may be an instinctive cry for help."

Sasriel's voice echoed directly in Renekton's mind.

Renekton was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and checked the condition of his body through spirituality.

After confirming that there was no problem, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It seems that you are recovering well."

"What does asking for help mean? It's just a magical item, and this way of asking for help is too outrageous!"

"It's just a magical item, so you have to act according to your own instincts. Alsuhod is a guy who likes to play pranks and cause all kinds of tragedies. The quill obviously inherited this."

Sasriel's voice echoed in his mind.

It's so outrageous. But when you think about it, it's quite reasonable. Renekton was silent for a moment. Although this can explain 0-08's method of asking for help, it is very outrageous to ask himself for help.

"As a serial characteristic of a fairy tale writer, it always knows that its situation will disappear whether Adam becomes a god or Angelweed returns."

"Perhaps it has come into contact with you and discovered something special about you, so it wants to seek help from you."

Sasriel seemed to be able to sense Renekton's inner thoughts through the state of his body.

Almost as soon as Renekton had a question in his mind, he gave the answer.

Ah, it hurts to lose the right to complain in my heart.

"I won't probe your thoughts unless there are unexpected circumstances."

Saslier defended himself.

Renekton did not answer. He looked directly in front of him. A dark, twisted and crawling spirit fell from the ceiling.

It looks like a wriggling waterweed with arms and legs falling to the ground. Those waterweed-like tentacles quickly twist and twist, forming a female figure with long hair and a fluffy skirt.

It even had a few cracks at its eyes and mouth, from which little green fluorescence emerged.

(End of this chapter)