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Chapter 231 The deal with Pales

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Chapter 231 The deal with Pales

After today's Tarot meeting, seeing that Klein had no intention of giving away the trait of the Human Skin Shadow for the time being, Renekton took out the trait of the Apostle of Desire and continued to study the ability to manipulate emotions and desires.

I was immersed in my own research. After an unknown amount of time, the knock on the door sounded for a while and then disappeared again.

"It's a bit late."

He leaned on the seat and sighed softly.

Not long after, the door to his study room was pushed open from the outside, and Klein walked in with a small iron box in his hand.

"This is the characteristic of the human skin shadow."

"There is also a hair. I remember that you are also good at divination. Can you help me divine the real cause of Talim Dumont's death?"

Klein spoke with an unusually serious tone.

Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked sideways, seeing the perfectly hidden hair that was close to the surface of the iron box, and said with some doubts in his tone:

"You should be better at divination than me."

Phew~ Klein sighed and said in a low voice:

  "I have already done the divination. I just want to compare it through many different divination. I have some guesses about the things that interfere with the divination, but I am not sure yet."

"I just met Talim at the Krag Club not long ago. He is normal and in good health. There are no signs of sudden illness at all."

"Yeah." Renekton nodded slightly and took the small iron box and the hair that Klein handed over.

Hold the hair horizontally in the palm of your hand, close your eyes and recite in a low voice:

"The real cause of death of Talim Dumont"

"The real cause of death of Talim Dumont"

Repeatedly recited it silently three times, and then entered meditation.

In the dream of revelation brought by divination, he saw the Krag Club he had visited before, and saw Talim Dumont falling down with a twisted expression, clutching his heart.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a faint black aura surrounding his heart.

After a while, Renekton opened his eyes again and said in a serious tone:

"curse?"

"Can you divine?" Klein quickly asked.

Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"I can just vaguely see something unusual. His death was not normal, but it was covered up by someone or something."

"I understand." Klein was not too surprised by this answer.

He frowned and nodded, then said goodbye and left.

After watching Klein leave, Renekton also stood up from his chair, went to the next room, and picked up the picture frame wrapped in a dark, viscous, liquid-like curtain.

"It's time to go to the old man to make a deal. There is so much time collected by Amon, so we can't waste it."

As he spoke, Renekton raised his hand in mid-air and made a slight push on the door, causing ripples like water.

In the void ahead, Renekton opened a "door" that connected to the unknown area of ​​the spiritual world.

As the "door" took shape, he stepped into it, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the room.

North District, inside a single-family house.

Between the layers of water, an invisible door opened, and Renekton walked out holding a picture frame wrapped in a dark, viscous liquid-like curtain.

His eyes were filled with a layer of purple fluorescence, and he looked around the room, but did not find any living creatures or anything with traces of parasites.

Of course, I'm not a guy like Amon who has obsessive-compulsive disorder with one eye. I can't see any abnormalities in normal parasitism.

Muttering to himself, Renekton casually sat on the sofa, waiting for Leonard to come back.

Before coming, he had already done a divination to determine when it would be a good time to visit, so that he would not run into Leonard's colleagues.

About two or three minutes later, there was the sound of footsteps approaching outside the door, but he paused immediately, as if he found a stranger intruding into his home.

But it soon returned to normal. The door opened with a creak, and Leonard, with black hair and green eyes, pushed the door open and entered.

He closed the door with his backhand, took a few steps closer, and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone:

"Are you just breaking into a night watcher's home like this? After all, I am also a night watcher of the church. You are not afraid that I will report it to the church and lock you behind the Chanis Gate."

Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a statement-like voice:

  "There are a lot of sealed artifacts and information behind Chanis's door. What you said makes me a little moved."

"With so many magic potion formulas and sealed objects, you can definitely become rich overnight."

"You can definitely give it a try." Leonard said in a provocative tone.

Renekton waved his hand and did not continue the topic:

"I'm here to see grandpa today."

As he spoke, he handed over the portrait of Amon he was holding and said:

  "Do you need me to remove the seal above?"

"Is there something in the Thief's Path? Remove it. Nothing in this Path will cause trouble in front of me."

Leonard's mouth came out with an old voice that did not match his age. Renekton smiled and said:

"Of course, a tomb left by Amon here was looted a few days ago."

While speaking, Renekton separated the bone staff from the frame. The dark, viscous liquid-like shadow seemed to have lost its support, and suddenly scattered all over the place, blending into the surrounding shadows.

On the frame, the shadows were lost, and Amon's portrait was fully revealed.

Renekton noticed that Leonard's pupils shrank slightly.

Grandpa's mental quality is not good, he is just a portrait.

  "Hmph! Don't have too many thoughts in front of a high-sequence thief."

The old voice muttered like a warning.

That's really harsh advice.

He muttered something in Chinese in his mind, then stopped his thoughts and brought the topic back on track:

"This picture frame contains the time, or life, lifespan collected by Amon? I think you need it."

"What do you want from me?" Pales said through Leonard's body.

"A favor."

"But not now, within two years, I will need you to help me steal something. This painting is a deposit."

Renekton mentally calculated the time when the war would break out. Only when everyone's energy was drawn into the war could I easily sneak into the church of the Eternal Sun and take away the attribute of the Knowledge Emperor.

"I refuse! My condition is not as good as you think."

"Which righteous god's church do you want to go to? Dark Night? Or the Lord of Storms? Or something else?"

Pales very cautiously rejected Renekton's conditions, and even guessed which church of the Righteous God he was targeting.

It seems that there is no way to impress this Worm of Time without offering some tempting bargaining chips. After thinking for a moment, Renekton said in a leisurely tone:

"The Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, of course, this kind of thing will wait until you recover."

"And no matter what the situation is, you don't have to face the dazzling sun, the God of Knowledge, to stop Him."

"The conflict between you and Amon is inevitable, but there is not much time left. Having a Sequence One ally would be more beneficial to you no matter how you look at it."

Paris fell silent, but still controlled Leonard's body, which made the poet classmates who had many questions to ask could only watch quietly.

There was silence in the living room for a long time, and Pales' old voice spoke through Leonard's body again:

"Offending a true god is very likely to leave traces on Amon. Just being a sequence one ally is not enough."

Paris's reaction showed that he was moved by this deal. Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a hint of seriousness and solemnity in his voice:

"Add the blessing of a great being!"

"Great being? Which great being?"

"The one who represents knowledge!" Renekton smiled and gave an ambiguous answer.

After receiving the answer, Pales stopped talking and reached out to take the portrait of Amon in Renekton's hand.

The shadow of an ancient and mottled huge wall clock quietly appeared above Leonard's head.

This phantom is divided into twelve grids in total, each grid is either gray or green and black, intermingled with each other, with clear boundaries and different symbols.

An indescribable invisible torrent emerged, as if it had traveled through a long history.

The ancient mottled pointer suddenly turned one step counterclockwise, and the ethereal, illusory, yet long and melodious bell echoed in Renekton's mind.

He was lost for a moment, as if the time in front of him was slightly out of order, but he quickly recovered.

The next moment, he saw that the portrait of Amon held by Leonard's body began to decay rapidly. In just a few breaths, it lost its color and turned into fragile fragments, scattered. On the ground.

"It's not bad. Not only does it contain the time that Amon stole, but it also contains some of the characteristics left behind when it made this portrait."

Pales's old voice seemed to be more energetic.

"It seems that your condition has recovered a lot."

Renekton sighed softly.

Leonard's eyes were blank for a moment, but he soon recovered. He looked at the debris scattered on the ground, glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth and said:

  "The old man fell asleep. He said he wanted to digest today's harvest."

While he was talking, Leonard had already walked to the sofa, sat on it casually, and asked in a rather curious tone:

"That was Amon in the portrait just now?"

"What do you want to steal from the church of the Eternal Blazing Sun? You still need the old man's help."

Renekton shrugged slightly casually and said:

  "The characteristics of a knowledge emperor. Thieves are better at stealing things."

"In Trier, there may be additional danger for me, and Palles' help is necessary for me."

His voice paused for a moment, as if he thought of something, and he raised a helpless arc at the corner of his mouth and said:

  "Pallez should have anticipated the next development when I took out the frame. He did not reject the deal, but was bargaining with me."

"What a bad old man."

(End of this chapter)

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  Tuesday morning, Crown Cemetery.

Renekton changed into a slightly more serious black woolen coat, and stood at the edge of the crowd with Klein holding the flowers they had just bought.

She watched quietly as Talim's coffin was carried over, his body was laid to rest, and then it was buried in the soil bit by bit.

"Why did you come to attend Talim's funeral? Are you not familiar with him?"

Klein tilted his head slightly and said in confusion.

Renekton looked indifferent, as if he was grieving for Talim's passing, but said in a low voice with a hint of curiosity:

  "I'm a little curious about what kind of accident 0-08 will arrange."

"Are you so sure that this was all arranged by 0-08?"

Klein's voice was hoarse, covering up the sadness and anger in his tone.

A living person, an optimistic and cheerful friend, died suddenly because of a ridiculous script written by others. People who knew about it could not even defend him.

"Trust your intuition."

Renekton said something with some unclear meaning.

Klein stopped talking and quietly scanned the audience. He saw Talim's mother standing there with red and swollen eyes. She wanted to speak several times, but she couldn't stop crying.

His father had gray hair and a haggard expression. Although he was standing there without moving, he had a trembling feeling.

Klein tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.

After the people attending the funeral left one after another, the two of them walked over and placed the plain white flowers in their hands on top of the stacked flowers.

Then he stepped aside and when he was about to leave, reporter Mike and Dr. Allen, whom Klein was familiar with, came closer.

"It's such a pity. I didn't expect Talim at all. Alas."

Mike whispered with a sad expression, unable to finish his words.

Dr. Allen, who was always cold, took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes, and sighed in a low voice:

"He's a passionate guy"

While Klein and his friends were talking, Renekton glanced at the entire audience indifferently.

He saw a female figure wearing a heavy black skirt and a face-covering veil.

She was walking slowly towards Talim's grave, her eyes seemed to be scanning the surroundings inadvertently, looking for someone, holding a bouquet of white flowers in her hand.

Renekton moved slightly away from Klein and the others, lowering his voice and whispering softly.

His voice was so soft that even people standing nearby couldn't hear what he said.

But these sounds rippled around like water waves, reappearing in the places he expected as whispers that were so vague that their gender could not be identified.

"Triss? Let me tell you something interesting. A certain sequence in the hunter path can change a person from female to male. I think you must."

Triss, who had just presented a bouquet of white flowers to Talim, made a move.

boom!boom!boom!

  There were successive explosions and screams from the crowd.

Renekton frowned slightly and turned around to look. Not far away, it seemed that some machinery was out of control, exploding with power and disturbing the nearby horses.

A look with strong malice scanned the whole place, and finally fell on him. Renekton's intuition was touched, and he felt that the owner of this look was probably a demigod.

Then he turned his head nonchalantly and looked in the direction of Triss. The female figure in a heavy black skirt who was still standing there had disappeared.

0-08, instead of arranging for me, you chose to create an accident to get Triss away? Renekton pondered in his heart.

It wasn't until the malicious gaze moved away from him that he relaxed slightly.

An imperceptible purple light flashed in his eyes, and he looked around, but found nothing.

Looking away, Renekton shook his head helplessly. I don't know how much Tris heard what I just said. The episode arranged by 0-08 must have prevented her from hearing everything.

He then walked slowly to the edge of the cemetery, preparing to wait for Klein.

After waiting for a while, as soon as he saw Klein coming out, a carriage with a black carriage stopped in front of him. The coat of arms on the carriage was skillfully concealed, making it impossible to tell which noble it belonged to.

Prince Edsac, something happened just now. Didn't he leave with Triss? No, it's possible that only the housekeeper remains now.

After waiting for a while, Klein got out of the carriage. He took a quick glance and saw Renekton waiting for him not far away.

He quickly approached and saw that there was no one around him, so he lowered his voice and said:

"I just saw the person who killed Talim. The ring on her hand was probably a level 0 sealed item."

Renekton responded softly as he started walking out of the cemetery:

"In a place like Backlund, it's not a surprise to meet a saint or an angel inadvertently. Even a passing dog may be an extraordinary person, and the rank is not low."

Klein was silent for a moment. He didn't know how to answer these words.

After making a joke, Renekton answered Klein's question seriously:

"I have already said hello to Ms. Triss, but unfortunately, I was disturbed by 0-08. I don't know how much she heard."

"0-08? The explosion and accident just now?"    "Did you really just say hello and not do anything else?"

Klein asked suspiciously.

Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"The explosion just now seems to have disturbed a passing demigod, and the other person's eyes have been locked on me."

After reaching out to stop a carriage on the side of the road, the two returned to Minsk Street in the Jowood District.

In the evening, Renekton was traveling through the spirit world.

Today is the full moon. He plans to go to Lawrence before dark and ask him to recite the Fool's name to ask for shelter. If that doesn't work, he will ask the Hidden Sage for help.

In a daze, he actually fell out of the spiritual world.

"Lost? Ha~ shoddy script!"

Almost without thinking, he knew that he was being arranged again.

I felt a sense of vigilance secretly in my heart, and looked around intently for a while. The surrounding buildings were a bit familiar, I should have been here before.

Williams Street is located at the junction of Backlund's West District and Queens District. He quickly remembered where this was, and Renekton subconsciously glanced at the ground beneath his feet.

"Are you looking for me?"

A joking voice sounded beside Renekton.

The next moment, his figure instantly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made of countless stars.

The statue immediately shattered, and bright stars surged to the other side.

Groups of blazing flames suddenly shot up, forcing the surging stars to stop.

The shining stars quickly gathered inside, revealing Renekton's figure, staring intently at the flamboyant red figure walking out of the flames in front of him.

"Oh! He turned out to be the favored one of that dragon. No wonder you shouldn't have entered the ruins last time. You are really as timid as the god you believe in!"

Renekton felt that he did not truly admire the God of Knowledge, but when the evil spirit of Medici said these words, he felt a surge of anger in his heart for no reason, and wanted to rush forward and punch him to the flesh. beat the opponent down.

Renekton's eyes were filled with a hazy light blue light, his own rationality instantly took over, and the anger and other emotions in them were instantly suppressed.

"I hate that second and fifth dragon, and now I don't like you either."

Medici's voice was full of oppression. He slowly approached, like a hunter teasing his prey with nowhere to escape.

Renekton felt that his body and soul were locked by each other, and his body was trembling instinctively. Was it the hunter's gaze?

"Leo de."

"To shut up!"

A sharp, soul-shaking voice suddenly sounded.

The two faces of the Medici evil spirit tore open a mouth respectively. This is Medici and Sauron. The sound that Einhorn screamed at the same time was much more terrifying than the screams of the five wronged spirits in the sequence. .

Renekton's mind went blank for a moment, a strong stinging sensation and dizziness hit him, and scarlet blood overflowed from his nose and ears.

He bent over and hunched over, feeling that his vision was blurred. He endured the dizziness and stinging pain in his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

But there was only the fiery, dazzling red coming towards me.

"The Power of Knowledge"

As soon as he started reciting the honorable name in his mouth, he could no longer make any sound.

Renekton felt his soul burning and stinging.

"Meow~woo!"

A deafening sound suddenly sounded, a bit like the stern roar of a kitten, but when you look carefully, it felt like the roar of a giant dragon.

It seems to come from the depths of the soul, and seems to resound from infinitely high places.

"It's you. Betrayal"

There was a faint sound, but it quickly subsided.

When Renekton came back to his senses, he found that he had arrived at the Tasok River. A blue-gray short-tailed cat squatted proudly on a stone pier, its bright amber eyes watching Lei Keton quietly. Cotton.

The moment he saw the short-tailed cat, Renekton calmed down his thoughts and saluted the other person very respectfully:

  "Thank you very much for your help."

"You are so bold that you actually plan to call out the tyrant's name directly. Even if this is Backlund, He will not have any scruples, especially when he is facing you and Medici's evil spirits."

Renekton was silent for a moment, frowning and said in a hoarse voice:

  "I don't know why my first reaction was to die together."

The short-tailed cat raised its head slightly and said as if you were disappointed:

"The influence of the audience does not directly force you to change your mind. You had this idea at a certain moment when you saw the evil spirit. The influence of the audience only amplifies it and affects your judgment."

(End of this chapter)

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  Renekton's eyes glanced at his left arm subconsciously. Even if Medici didn't notice his presence just now, he himself didn't even react.

The short-tailed cat seemed to understand Renekton's thoughts, and said in a steady voice:

"Adam does not want Medici to return to his true Creator now."

"Then can I go find Medici by myself?"

Renekton said with twinkling eyes.

"If He doesn't want to, you won't find Medici who is just an evil spirit."

After saying that, the short-tailed cat stood up from the stone pier and disappeared into the shadow of the street corner in a few jumps.

Retracting his gaze from the past, Renekton took a long breath and hoped that such an accident would not happen again. Not every time someone could come to the rescue.

That quill actually led me to meet the Red Angel evil spirit who had just left the ruins. This was not like a script that Ince Zangwill could write. He didn't know much about these things. What happened this morning, Did it lead to some retaliatory self-rescue?

Ince Zangwill did not appear nearby and was quietly led away?

  After thinking for a moment, he shook his head again.

Phew~ He sighed and looked up at the moon that was about to appear.

He immediately withdrew his gaze, reached out and opened a "door" to the spiritual world in mid-air, and stepped into it.

West End, Hotel Carpensa.

Renekton's figure was quickly outlined in the room where Lawrence was.

Lawrence sat by the window, looking anxiously at the sky outside the window. He had been waiting for the full moon tonight.

Sensing the spiritual fluctuations in the room, Lawrence turned his head and looked over. When he saw it was Renekton, his expression obviously softened.

"Good evening, Mr. Lawrence."

Renekton smiled and stepped forward to say hello.

"Good evening, I was just worried about whether you would break your promise."

Lawrence did not hide his worries just now.

Renekton dragged a chair from the side, sat down and rubbed his eyebrows slightly:

  "I will naturally not break the promise I have made. It's just that I encountered some trouble on the way here and was delayed for some time."

"Trouble?" Lawrence repeated in a low voice.

After seeing that Renekton didn't want to continue the topic, he stopped asking and instead said:

  "The moon is coming out soon. What method are you going to use to prevent me from being affected by the full moon's gibbering?"

"I will give you an honorable name. If you pray to that existence, He will protect you when the full moon whispers."

Renekton said with a chuckle.

Seeing that Lawrence's expression became serious, he nodded slightly and quite heavily, and then said the Fool's honorable name:

  "The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

After closing his eyes slightly and keeping these three-part honorific names firmly in mind, Lawrence opened his eyes again, nodded solemnly and said:

  "Do I need to prepare any rituals?"

"No, this is just an attempt. If it doesn't work, I will use other methods to block you from talking during the full moon."

Renekton shook his head slightly and responded.

Lawrence frowned slightly and asked doubtfully:

  "Why try it first instead of using other methods directly?"

"That's too troublesome, and it's not convenient for all of you to start praying. The red moon tonight has already appeared vaguely."

Lawrence turned his head and glanced out the window. The crimson moonlight was already looming.

Immediately he nodded heavily, walked to the side chair and sat down, took a deep breath, clasped his hands together in front of his mouth and nose, closed his eyes, and began to recite in a low voice:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck;"

"I pray to you"

As soon as he returned to Minsk Street from the Steam Church, Klein heard layered whispers floating in his ears.

Praying, a man with an old voice, is this Mr. Lawrence?

  Klein quickly entered the house, closed the door and window, entered the bathroom, walked four steps backward, and entered above the gray fog.

In the grand ancient palace, a new crimson star began to shine, creating ripples around it.

Klein immediately radiated his spirituality, and the crimson light spread like a tide, condensing into a picture.

In the picture, an old man wearing a heavy woolen coat and a half-high black top hat was praying to him. At a short distance next to him, Renekton, whom he had just met in the morning, was sitting.

"Lawrence?" Klein whispered.

Renekton had already told him about Lawrence before, so he was not surprised by this prayer to him.

He reached out and summoned a paper figure that he had cut out from the debris. He held a black emperor card in one hand and a dark gold sunbird-shaped brooch in the other.

Skilled in infusing spirituality, he infused the power of the gray mist he had stirred and his own spirituality into the paper man. Then he casually threw the paper figure towards the group of light spots representing Lawrence's prayer.

In the hotel room, Lawrence prayed three times.

He didn't feel any feedback, nor was he discouraged. This situation was what he expected. How could it be so easy to get a response from a great being.

Lawrence adjusted his mood and prepared to pray for the fourth time.

Suddenly, a thick gray-white mist filled his eyes, and he seemed to see a grand and ancient huge palace. In front of the palace, there was a majestic figure sitting in the gray mist.

That figure seemed to be looking down at everything in the world. He seemed to wave his arm slightly, and a golden figure carrying twelve pairs of black wings appeared and approached him.

Until the golden figure wrapped itself in layers of wings.

Angel? .Still an archangel with twelve pairs of wings. Lawrence was speechless for a moment. He didn't know how to express his current mood.

He prayed to the gods for mercy, something he had done before, but he never received a response.

"Thank you, respected Mr. Fool."

After the golden angel's voice disappeared, Lawrence whispered in a very respectful tone.

Regardless of whether it is effective or not, a response from a great being without malice means a lot.

While his mind was spinning, Lawrence caught a glimpse of the crimson full moon that had revealed its true face outside the window. For a moment, he felt as if he heard that familiar murmuring voice.

But the next moment, these sounds seemed to be transferred to an unknown place, and there was no longer that crazy murmur in his ears.

Taking a deep breath, Lawrence calmed down his excitement, turned to look at Renekton and said:

  "It really works! I no longer have those murmuring sounds during the full moon in my head!"

Renekton smiled and nodded:

  "The night is still very long, and the full moon will continue to whisper for a while. We can sit down and chat to kill the time."

"No problem, do you like coffee or black tea?"

There was a sense of relief in Lawrence's voice.

"Coffee." Renekton nodded slightly.

"Wait a moment." Lawrence walked aside and started brewing coffee skillfully.

After a while, he came over with two cups of coffee, handed one to Renekton and said:

"I didn't bring any coffee beans with me when I came to Backlund, so we could only drink the coffee in the hotel."

"Not bad." Renekton took a sip and commented.

Lawrence also took a sip of the coffee in his hand, and his gaze gradually deepened as he looked out the window at the full moon.

After a while, he said as if reminiscing to himself:

"I have almost forgotten what a full moon looks like. The last time I saw a full moon was before I became a Beyonder, when I had just grown up."

"The ravings during the full moon brought the once-prominent Abraham family to such a state that now there is no longer even a Sequence Six Extraordinary."

"When you said you could help the Abraham family solve the problem of the full moon whispering, I actually didn't believe it. I just thought you were also planning on those powerful magical items we have."

Renekton listened quietly, restraining his embarrassed desire to touch his nose, and only answered after Lawrence told him:

"Most of the angel families in the past are no longer what they used to be."

"Only the Seven Gods are always high."

Lawrence fell silent, then smiled bitterly and shook his head:

  "Seven Gods, if the ancestor of our Abraham family had not disappeared, he might have already entered the ranks of the Seven Gods."

"It's a pity that all this was a no-brainer. Our Abraham family is just hanging on for a while now."

Even if Mr. Men had no accident, he would have waited until the end was near before ascending to the throne. Unfortunately, when the apprentice path reaches a high level, he must go to the stars. It is too difficult to think of a problem.

Renekton quickly restrained his divergent thoughts, stopped thinking about things related to this, and asked instead:

  "Mr. Lawrence, do you have any plans to be promoted to Recording Officer now?"

"You, the Abraham family, should have corresponding material reserves."

Lawrence nodded slightly, then shook his head:

  "If possible, I would even like to be promoted to a Sequence Four demigod."

"But it's almost impossible. I'm too old and my body is no longer young."

At this point, Lawrence smiled bitterly and shook his head, his tone gradually weakened:

"The main ingredients of the recorder's potion are the complete brain of Asman and the cursed object of the ancient vengeful spirit. The brain of Asman still exists, but the cursed object of the ancient vengeful spirit does not exist at least as far as I know. ."

(End of this chapter)

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Until late at night, Lawrence never heard the murmur of the full moon again, and the tense expression on his face finally relaxed completely.

"It seems to be working well." Renekton said with a chuckle.

A rare smile from the heart appeared on Lawrence's face, and his old and somewhat hoarse voice sounded a little happy:

"Yes, it seems I should hurry up and collect the Recorder's potion."

"The cursed object of the ancient resentful spirit just appeared a few days ago. It should not have been sold yet. I can contact you if you need it."

Klein is really a failed seller. I sold all his products.

"No problem, I will prepare the corresponding gold pounds within these two days."

Lawrence nodded slightly and answered in a very serious tone.

"Then, I wish you sweet dreams." Renekton stood up and saluted slightly.

Then he turned around and took a few steps. The figure quickly became transparent, faded and disappeared.

Silver City is now experiencing frequent lightning strikes. A bolt of lightning will fall almost every two or three seconds, illuminating the surrounding dark city walls.

Derrick carried a leather pouch on his back and held the hurricane ax tightly in his hand. There were nearly ten teammates beside him, all of whom were members of this exploration team.

In the alternation of lightning and darkness, a tall figure walked over in a steady and steady manner, carrying two restrained straight swords crossed behind his back.

As they got closer, his pale and messy hair and his deep and dark eyes came into the eyes of the others one after another.

"Light the lamp and let's go."

Colin looked around and after confirming that all the team members were present, he spoke in a low voice.

The two members of the exploration team immediately lit the candles in the lanterns, letting the dim yellow light dimly shine through the thin leather to illuminate the surroundings.

Taking a deep breath, Derrick tightened his right hand on the hurricane ax, walked in the middle of the team, and followed the chief in the predetermined direction.

Lightning flashed continuously, making the plain fields covered with long black grass appear like a gloomy oil painting.

The exploration team walked on the road full of rugged gravel and kept going deeper.

Lightning came and went, and the thick darkness around them almost swallowed them all. Fortunately, there was dim candlelight, weakly and swayingly guarding the surrounding area.

Backlund, Minsk Street.

It was already the next morning, and Renekton was not in a hurry to go to Klein to buy the cursed object of the ancient wraith. Anyway, it would still take a day or two for Lawrence to raise funds.

Take out the human skin shadow properties purchased by Miss Justice that Klein sent over before.

On the thin mass, there are faces appearing one after another, which makes people feel dizzy.

"A large part of the Faceless Man's transformation ability comes from it. What part of the Faceless Man's ability is the Thousand-Faced Hunter's mutated pituitary gland?"

"Can you easily remember the characteristics of each person, including but not limited to voice, smell, and temperament? It should also help improve your camouflage or deformation abilities."

Holding the properties of the human-skin shadow in his hands, as a subconscious reaction as a reader, Renekton has already begun to analyze in his mind the role that the properties of the human-skin shadow play in the potion of the Faceless Man, and how it of use.

By the way, I haven't asked Klein to analyze his faceless man's ability yet. It should be easier to make magical items after analyzing the characteristics of the faceless man's transformation ability.

Thinking of this, Renekton's eyes were instantly covered with a layer of purple fluorescence. His eyes easily penetrated the barriers of the walls and saw Klein who was preparing to go out in the living room.

The other party seemed to notice Renekton's gaze and looked over with a little doubt.

"My intuition has become more sensitive." Renekton commented softly, then raised his hand to open a "door" in mid-air and stepped into it.

In the room across the street, Renekton's figure was quickly outlined.

Klein stopped preparing to go out, took off the half-top hat he just put on and said:

  "Good morning~"

"Good morning, the cursed item of the ancient resentful spirit has not been sold yet, right?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said.

Klein shook his head slightly and said:

"Not yet. I plan to find an opportunity to sell them in batches at the Extraordinary gathering I will participate in later."

"The cursed object of the ancient resentful spirit is the main material of the door path sequence six, and I happen to have a buyer here."

"Method?" Klein was stunned for a moment, then recalled Mr. Lawrence last night, and his eyes lit up:

  "No problem, as long as the price he gives is right."

"He has been raising funds for the past two days. I will ask him to come to you for a deal when the time comes." As he spoke, Renekton had already walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, and said in a slightly more serious tone:

"I want to analyze the abilities of the Faceless Man, is that okay today?"

"No problem. This was agreed upon a long time ago. I thought you had forgotten it."

Klein nodded slightly in response, went to the window, closed the curtains, and glanced around the living room.

Then he took two steps forward, and at the same time, the flesh and blood on his body began to squirm, his height also increased slightly, and the color of his eyes also changed rapidly.

When he stopped, he had completely changed his image and turned into the appearance of Emlyn White's vampire, only slightly shorter.

"In addition to this core ability of the Faceless Man, the rest is to strengthen the extraordinary abilities he had before. Do you need to demonstrate it again?"

While speaking, Klein's height became shorter, the skin on his face quickly dried up, and layers of wrinkles and age spots appeared, and his eyes became cloudy.

This is what his informant in the East District, Kohler Sr., looked like.

Renekton's eyes were filled with light blue fluorescence. His sight penetrated Klein's skin and flesh and saw how the extraordinary ability to transform was operating on his body.

All the cells in his body seem to have become an independent individual, and can make some subtle adjustments according to their own needs. The specific manifestations are changes in skin, hair, body odor, and even bone height and density.

This ability to change one's own flesh and blood is completely different from Bishop Rose. It is a bit like a manifestation of the unique mythical creature form related to the fortune teller.

Renekton subconsciously rubbed his chin with his right hand. After thinking for a moment, he asked with a slightly excited tone:

  "Can you change into a female form?"

"..." Klein was speechless for a moment, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to punch the opponent and said: "It can only deform the surface, but cannot actually change it."

"It seems you've already tried it!"

"Sure enough, with the ability to change one's appearance, how can one resist the urge to try it out?"

"Have you finished analyzing it?"

Klein asked with a livid face and a hoarse voice.

Mentioning the progress of the analysis, Renekton quickly calmed down the expression on his face and said with a slight frown:

  "Not yet. This kind of transformation ability is a bit troublesome. Its operating mechanism is completely different from Bishop Rose's flesh magic. Every cell in your body has undergone certain changes under the transformation of the magic potion. They are transforming into independent individuals. The direction of evolution is clear, but the division of labor is clear, yet unified and orderly."

"This is a special ability that belongs to your three paths. It is a bit troublesome to analyze, and it should be even more troublesome to use it in practice."

"You can change your appearance two more times, any image you want."

Klein nodded expressionlessly, and the other party suddenly became serious, which only made the shame and embarrassment caused by the previous question even more serious.

He raised his hand slightly, and the muscles in his hand swelled rapidly. However, because he was not that tall, the muscles he could swell were limited.

Layers of cortical scales appeared on the arms, and the color darkened rapidly.

This was what he had seen when an out-of-control Extraordinary person turned into a monster when he was in Tingen. He wanted to try to change himself into an Extraordinary aspect.

Renekton's eyes were closely watching the changes in Klein's body. From the moment he started trying to transform into the image of a monster, the cells in his body began to get a little out of control.

As his body gradually changed, Renekton could clearly see that the cells in his body were developing out of control, and he quickly stopped him:

"Stop! You are going out of control!"

Renekton frowned. In Klein's current situation, he didn't even dare to simulate purification or healing abilities to help him. The cells in his body that tended to go out of control might become the target of purification.

After a minute or two, Klein recovered, his face turned pale and he was panting.

"I want to try to transform into non-human aspects. It seems that the abilities of faceless people are still limited to the same type of species."

"The out-of-control faceless man may be able to transform across species, but at that time he will no longer be human."

Renekton continued thoughtfully.

Klein leaned on the sofa and smiled bitterly:

  "I choose not to have that level of transformation ability."

"What do you mean by the special abilities that belong to our three paths just now?"

"The diviner, apprentice and thief, these three paths of mythical creature forms are somewhat unique compared to other paths. They are an aggregation of a group of bugs, more like a collective with a unified consciousness."

"Insects?" Klein was stunned for a moment. Although he knew that the Worm of Time was the carrier for Amon to create clones, he had never thought that Amon's body was a bunch of insects.

He imagined a picture of a bunch of bugs squirming and rolling into a ball in his mind, and shook his head violently. That picture was too beautiful and too sacrilegious.

(End of this chapter)

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  "What about the form of the mythical creature that peeks into the path of the Mysterious Man?"

After getting rid of the picture of a bunch of bugs, Klein immediately changed the question. He didn't want to think about the problem that he would become a bunch of bugs in the future.

Renekton leaned on the sofa, raised his lips slightly and said:

"The forms of mythical creatures of the two paths, the Secret Seeer and the Universalist, are equally strange. They are information creatures, which is probably the essence of knowledge!"

"The nature of knowledge," Crane murmured. He imagined it in his mind and could not imagine a biological form such as an information creature that existed only in concepts.

But no matter what, turning into an information creature is much better than a bunch of bugs.

As his mind raced, he had already thought about why the reader path was not the path that represented knowledge, and he said hesitantly:

  "So, the one who is called the God of Knowledge and Wisdom does not have the authority over knowledge? Instead, he is the God of Steam and Machinery. He is closer to knowledge itself than the God of Knowledge."

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"The Perfect One prefers knowledge on the practical side and represents civilization itself. Compared to the Omniscient One, He is indeed closer to knowledge itself."

"Okay, I won't disturb you when you go out now. Let's find time to analyze the remaining extraordinary abilities later."

Renekton stood up from the sofa, took two steps forward, raised his hand in the air and made a pulling gesture, and a "door" opened in the void.

"Ok."

Klein nodded slightly. He did have something to do and needed to be busy going out. Prince Edsac had previously commissioned him to investigate the cause of Talim's death.

Although he knew that this matter involved the royal family and a level 0 sealed object, that prince was not something he, a little detective, could afford to offend, so he still had to behave as he should.

After watching Renekton disappear into the living room, Klein rearranged his clothes, reached out and patted his face, and used the ability of the Faceless Man to restore his somewhat pale complexion to normal before opening the door and leaving.

The place abandoned by God, outside Silver City.

The frequency of lightning gradually calmed down, and darkness once again became the master of this land.

Derrick's Silver City exploration team finally arrived at the half-ruined temple belonging to the true Creator after a short but not short trek and occasional battles.

With the dim light of the animal skin lantern, Derrick saw the almost completely collapsed city wall ahead and the dilapidated streets without even a single weed.

On both sides of the street, houses collapsed in large areas. Only a few are still barely holding on, but the surfaces are completely mottled. Maybe they will collapse one day soon.

The buildings here are mainly white and blue, and have spire structures that are different from Silver City. They are all gray, making it difficult to restore their original appearance.

Derrick stared silently for a moment. The people here had developed their own civilization in the dark ages. However, they were eventually submerged in the darkness and lost everything. Only this ruin was left.

The chief of Silver City, Colin Iliad, looked around with a somewhat solemn expression. This city may be the future of Silver City.

After calming down a little, he pointed forward and said:

"Other places have been cleared, and the temple is in the center of the city."

"This is also the place we need to explore this time."

The exploration team spread out slightly, maintaining a suitable position and distance, alerting each other to the surroundings, and moving forward slowly.

After passing through ruins one after another, and walking through uncomfortably quiet streets one after another, they finally came to a high platform.

On the high platform, there is a half-collapsed building. It is completely different from the other buildings here.

The people here, indeed, such an idea flashed through Derrick's mind, who later converted to the True Creator.

The next moment, all the lanterns in the team were extinguished.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped everyone. Without the frequent lightning in the sky, the quiet darkness around seemed to swallow up everyone's breathing.

"Help me save me."

The voice of a young, helpless, and frightened child reached the ears of every member of the exploration team.

Panic spread among the exploration team for a moment, but was quickly suppressed by them.

The next moment, a little shimmering dust appeared in the surroundings. The dust exploded one after another, igniting a silvery light and illuminating the surrounding area.

Chief Colin stared at Derrick and said in a low voice:

"What are you thinking?"

Derrick suddenly woke up and wanted to open his mouth in shame, but immediately closed it. He immediately clasped his hands in front of his mouth and nose, making a prayer gesture.

Strands of bright and clear light, with him as the center, quickly rippled around, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Other team members also took the time to relight the candles.

Chief Colin withdrew his gaze from Derrick and spoke solemnly like a warning:

  "From now on, there can be no negligence, and the alertness is raised to the highest level!"

Backlund, Minsk Street.

Renekton rented a place with a strange mechanical arm on his shoulder. There was a flesh-and-blood eye in the palm of the mechanical arm. It was staring at the strange place in front of him with many human faces. crystal. "This damn thing is so dazzling that it makes me dazzled."

The thin, slightly complaining voice of the mechanical hand sounded in Renekton's mind.

Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly and asked curiously:

  "You are just a magical item, will you also be subject to normal visual interference?"

"I am not an ordinary magical object. Although most of my body is mechanical, my eyes are made of flesh and blood."

"Moreover, the characteristics of this human skin shadow are not just a simple visual disturbance, but its internal detailed structure is also dazzling! Oh my God! I'm just an arm, not a head, why do I have to suffer like this!"

The mechanical hand chirped in Renekton's mind.

A little noisy, this guy's living characteristics are not generally strong. Except that he is not a human being, he is no different from a human being.

"Why should I be no different from human beings? I am a practitioner of the Lord! I am the most faithful believer of the Lord! I am not comparable to weak humans."

Mechanical Hands retorted loudly in Renekton's mind.

Renekton was silent for a moment, then sighed and said:

"Why can both of them hear their voices? It's so tiring to communicate with you."

"Moreover, you are just a copy of Sequence Six characteristics. Humans can reach higher levels than this by taking magic potion."

The mechanical hand suddenly became excited and waved without Renekton's control. At the same time, its continuous words kept ringing in Renekton's mind:

"I am not a Sequence Six trait, I am a noble existence blessed by my Lord!"

"As long as there are higher-order characteristics or potion main ingredients, I can also improve myself by swallowing them."

"And the humans who took the magic potion were fine in the early stage, but later on they were completely out of the category of human beings."

"In the era before the Seven Gods, those ancient extraordinary races reproduced their offspring through characteristics."

Renekton reached out and rubbed his forehead. This magical item was a little too noisy, and he couldn't block out its sound when using it.

Taking a deep breath, he asked a random question to interrupt this guy's nagging:

"You don't even have a mouth, how are you going to swallow the potion? Or the corresponding materials."

"I am a magical item. Of course, by creating magical items, I just need to upgrade myself!"

Mechanical Hands responded as a matter of course.

"Upgrade. Your description is quite appropriate, but how do you know this word? Besides, you seem to know a lot of information?"

"My Lord is the embodiment of knowledge, the glory of civilization, and the final answer to all mysteries!"

"As long as you believe in Him, you will naturally be able to master a lot of knowledge. Every piece of knowledge we come into contact with and master comes from the gift of our Lord. He is so great!"

The dexterous mechanical hand immediately began to praise the great existence it believed in.

"Stop talking, finish building the items for me first. Have you forgotten that you still have negative effects?"

Renekton interrupted the mechanical hand's preaching words to him. He even felt that this was the negative effect of this magical item.

Fortunately, when working, this mechanical arm was quite reliable and no longer tried to introduce its great master to Renekton.

The characteristics of the human skin shadow were integrated into a clown mask, and the mechanical fingers of the skillful mechanical hand flew flexibly on the mask, like plucking strings.

Through the vision of his skilled mechanical hand, Renekton saw faces that were either gray or twisted, followed by random threads like a mess of threads.

Some silk threads are red, some silk threads are white, and some are many tough blacks mixed in. The mechanical hands are working hard to peel off the black.

Even Renekton, who was already at Sequence Five, couldn't help but frown when looking at the constantly changing faces.

It took nearly an hour to completely integrate the characteristics of the human skin shadow with the mask to create a magical item.

Huh~ He let out a long breath, and Renekton leaned back on the back of his chair. The analytical hands on his shoulders fell from his body very consciously, and he lay quietly on the side.

Because I have been using my mechanical skills for a long time, the sluggishness in my body and mind this time is much more serious than the last time I made magical items.

Renekton slowly reached out and pinched the center of his brow, pouring spirituality into the palm of his right hand.

With the infusion of spirituality, many symbols emerged, as if they came alive, forming a unicorn image.

The surrounding light seemed to have changed a bit. A pure white and holy unicorn image appeared in Renekton's field of vision. It spread its crystal-clear wings on its back, summoning a stream of energy full of holiness, life and purification. light.

Renekton leaned on the back of his chair and squinted his eyes slightly. He clearly felt that the uncomfortable sluggishness in his body was gradually fading away.

(End of this chapter)

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