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Chapter 236 Pure White Mask
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Chapter 236 Pure White Mask
On the table, the original clown mask, after being integrated with the shadow properties of human skin, turned into a pure white mask with only the left half left, without any expression.
Renekton reached out and took the mask in his hand, its information emerging in his mind one by one:
A mask created using the shadow properties of human skin can record the appearance of any person the user has seen and save them, up to five.
As long as the mask is worn on the face, it can simulate all the recorded physical characteristics of the person. The closer it is to the user, the more significant the effect will be.
Its changing appearance is superficial, and people who are familiar with it can easily detect abnormalities. This can only be performed by the user himself.
Each use should not exceed fifty minutes, and the interval between each time must be more than two hours, otherwise the mask will gradually come to life.
"Let's call you Pure White Mask"
After whispering to the mask, Renekton rummaged around in the room to find a suitable wooden box and put the pure white mask inside.
Let's walk through the process. After thinking about the sense of ritual, Renekton went to the next room and took out a pile of ritual materials, preparing to send this magical item above the gray mist through sacrifice. Then Mr. Fool handed it over to Miss Justice.
Quickly arrange the ceremony and start praying:
"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."
"I pray to you"
"I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom."
The room suddenly became dark and cold, and an invisible strong wind suddenly rose.
In the midst of the roar, a dark and profound gap appeared above the ceremony, and Renekton heard the sound of an illusory door opening in his ears.
There was gray mist billowing in front of his eyes, and invisible suction force came from the gap, directly sucking in the wooden box placed in the ceremony.
After sending the item above the gray fog, Renekton originally wanted to tell the effect of this magical item while the connection between the ritual and the above gray fog was still there, but as a result, the crack created by the ritual suddenly disappeared.
The howling wind in the room also stopped, and the light returned again.
I cut off contact so quickly. Forget it, let's pray alone again.
Immediately he took a few steps back, sat back on the chair, his posture was lazy, and his tone was not sincere and he recited:
"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."
"I want to pray to you."
Above the gray mist, there is a magnificent and ancient palace that looks like a giant's residence.
The gray-white mist that enveloped Klein dissipated, and he was sitting quietly in the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, listening to Renekton's prayers.
"The posture is not correct and the tone is not pious."
After commenting in a calm voice, Klein focused on the magical item he created:
"However, this mask seems to be stronger than my ability to change appearance as a faceless man, but it is somewhat superficial. It can only simulate the appearance, but cannot simulate the smell of others, or even the deeper temperament. Layers of detail."
"So, the transformation ability brought about by the faceless man's potion is the product of the combination of the Thousand-faced Hunter and the human-skinned shadow with my own human body?"
"Although the faceless man is not as good as the human-skin shadow itself in terms of changing body shape, it is more realistic. Even after getting to know the other person well enough, the other person may not be able to tell the real from the fake."
"But as Miss Justice, as a spectator, observing other people's characteristics is her strength. This magical item suits her very well."
After muttering to himself in a low voice for a moment, Klein intercepted the words Renekton said in the form of a prayer and threw them towards the crimson star that represented Miss Justice.
Miss Justice responded quickly, and within a moment, the crimson star that represented her had a layer of crimson ripples.
Klein spread out his spirituality and touched the crimson star, and the crimson light spread rapidly like a tide.
Miss Justice's joyful voice, which did not hide her emotions, echoed above the gray mist:
"Thank you for your information, Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. World and Mr. White Tower that I will prepare the corresponding gold pounds tomorrow morning and transfer them to them through sacrifices and gifts."
"Well, also, I am very satisfied with the magical item this time. It suits me very well."
After listening to Miss Justice's words, Klein turned his head to look at Miss Justice's position, chuckled and said:
"This Tarot Club cannot be without Miss Justice"
"Another income has been credited to my account. It's great that I don't have to worry about potion materials. I actually have a lot of money left."
After throwing the excerpt of Miss Justice's words towards the crimson star representing Renekton, Klein simulated the feeling of falling and left the space above the gray fog.
In the place abandoned by God, in the half-ruined temple of the true Creator.
Derrick looked warily at the little boy behind the altar, who just now almost knocked out the hurricane ax in his hand.
In his common sense, those who could survive in pure darkness for so long could only be various monsters, and they could never be humans anyway.
Silver City's chief Colin's eyes seemed to brighten a little more. He tightened his grip on the sword, and then asked in a calm voice:
"what are you doing here?"
The little boy with yellow hair said with a slightly painful expression:
"We are seeking the sanctuary of the Lord."
"The Lord's sanctuary?" Colin asked doubtfully.
The little boy turned his head and looked at the dark cross and the hanging figure and murmured: "They told me that as long as I go in the direction where the Lord's eyes are looking, and keep going, I can reach His sanctuary."
Colin's eyes turned around on their own like some kind of monster, taking in all the surrounding situations.
Then he controlled his voice and maintained his previous calm state:
"where are they?"
The little boy's expression was blank for a moment, as if he was absent-minded.
Suddenly, he pressed his throat, and his voice and expression became distorted:
"I'm so hungry"
In the midst of almost murmuring words, he raised his head sharply, grinning all the way to the base of his ears, revealing a patch of white, neat teeth, and slightly sticky saliva constantly pouring out.
He rushed forward quickly, so fast that some broken afterimages were still left on the spot.
Boom!
He hit an invisible wall, his body stuck in the air, and black and red light burst out from his body, corroding the transparent barrier blocking him before he stood up.
On the other side, Chief Colin knelt down on one knee at some unknown time and inserted the straight sword smeared with silver-grey ointment into the ground.
The pure, bright morning light suddenly enveloped the entire area where the altar was located.
The next moment, he fiercely drew his sword and stood up. His figure split strangely and turned into overlapping afterimages scattered around the altar.
Each figure raised the sword in his hand, and combined with the surrounding morning light, it bloomed with bright brilliance.
A straight sword condensed by the morning light pierced out, swarming around the little boy.
In an instant, the surroundings were as bright as the sun rising.
This is a storm of light that is far more powerful than the Dawn Knight, completely forming a bright light like a light curtain without any gaps.
The little boy's black and red figure quickly evaporated and was lost in the attack.
The unusually bright light made Derrick close his eyes in discomfort.
After a moment of daze, he opened his eyes again, surrounded by a quietly burning fire and the team members responsible for guarding the camp.
At this time, Chief Colin, who was sitting cross-legged next to a stone pillar, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"Leave after fifty lightning strikes."
Thinking that he was about to face the temple belonging to the true Creator, Derrick felt a little uneasy. He tightened the hurricane ax in his hand.
All members of the exploration team were silent and making their own preparations.
This scene was repeated strangely, but no one noticed anything unusual, including Colin, the chief of Silver City and a Sequence 4 demon hunter.
Everyone unconsciously repeated the actions they had done countless times before.
Backlund, Minsk streets.
Renekton looked solemnly at the dark and heavy humanoid shadow in front of him.
Just now, he received a letter sent to him by his mother through the channel of the Knowledge Church. When he was thinking about how to reply to the letter, the shadow under his feet suddenly came to life, twisted away from him, and wriggled to the front. on the bookshelf.
Looking at the shadow rising up in front of him, Renekton felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and resisted the urge to give it a face full of bright fire. He opened his mouth and closed it again.
"Are you worried about the impact I will have on you?"
Saslier's voice came from the dark humanoid shadow.
Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly and said thoughtfully:
"You recovered quickly. The last time I encountered Medici's evil spirit, Adam helped you?"
Although it was a question, Renekton's words were very certain.
Ever since he accidentally met Medici last time, Saslier, who was living in his body, had been silent until just now.
"You could say that through some influence he put me into a deep sleep, unable to observe the outside world and unable to respond."
"But correspondingly, in order not to arouse my instinctive resistance, this impact is positive, which makes me feel better."
Renekton nodded slightly, not surprised by this result. The two of them are essentially the same person. Sasriel is in better condition, which is also conducive to their subsequent fusion, without having to devote more energy to fighting. The madness in Zhenzo.
"Medic, what are you going to do? Let the other you take him back to you?"
"Adam would not agree, not now. Medici, who is good at weaving conspiracies, to use a word you are more familiar with, should be called IQ responsible. He falls into this type when it comes to reality."
"When I regain my status as an angel, I will personally look for Medici and find a way to solve his current state."
(End of this chapter)
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Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly. He suddenly felt that Medici's death was not unjust. As the only one with a bright mind around Zhenzao, it was completely reasonable for the divine Adam to temporarily offline him.
After a brief silence for two seconds, he said in a slightly thoughtful tone:
"The cooperation between the Loen royal family and the Witch Sect, what they give is a conqueror trait."
"That's why I showed up."
"I want to take away the characteristics of a conqueror, and I need your help."
Saslier's voice then sounded.
"." Renekton opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"Aurora will not be able to make any more moves, as this will affect the mission in Loen, and will also attract a crazy attack from the furious people."
Wrathful People, so that's what you called your former subordinate. You didn't directly call him a traitor or a bastard. Renekton's focus was a little distracted.
There was nothing on his face, he just frowned slightly and said:
"Snatching a copy of Sequence One characteristics from the Loen royal family and the Witch Sect is something that even an angel may not be able to do."
Sasril was not surprised by Renekton's polite rejection. His voice remained calm and he said:
"Ouroleus will come at the right time, and fate is on your side."
"You can go to the Church of the Night and seek some help from Him. He has enough reasons and stance to take action against the Witch Sect."
"You are more likely to become the Demon of Knowledge than steam. He will help you. He is always full of ideas and dares to invest."
"Am I more likely to become the Demon of Knowledge than steam?" Renekton asked incredulously.
His first reaction was that the other party was deceiving him, but if he thought about it carefully, maybe what he said was true. But the one most likely to become the demon of knowledge would only be the wilderness of knowledge itself.
After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and continued:
"This is a deal between you and the goddess of the night, but I can take you to the church of the night."
Renekton politely rejected the other party's idea of letting him directly participate in this matter. With the characteristics of a conqueror, it is estimated that the entire witch sect will have to hunt him down.
Sasril won't always be by my side, and I can't handle the Witch Sect's pursuit.
"Secret keeps you from being noticed."
"The reward I can give is: part of the faith in the land abandoned by the gods; and when you need help later, I will take action for you once as the true creator. This is not included in the battle between you and the steam."
"." The words of rejection were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them out.
Renekton reached out and pinched the center of his brow, and hesitated for a long time before saying:
"You have to negotiate the deal with the Goddess of Night yourself. She probably doesn't have a good impression of me. Moreover, I still need his acquiescence and even help when facing the God of Steam."
"No problem." Saslier responded decisively.
The shadow in front of the bookshelf twisted and squirmed, then returned to Renekton's feet and turned into a normal shadow.
I must leave Backlund as soon as possible. If I stay any longer, I will become the tool man I was created to be.
After thinking for a moment, Renekton stood up from his seat, put on the coat he had put aside, and prepared to go out.
North End, St. Samuel's Church.
Renekton's figure walked out of a taxi parked on the roadside. He paused for two seconds, glanced at the black-based sacred church in front of him, adjusted his emotions, and then walked over.
Today is not a special day. There are not many people who come to the church to pray. After Renekton stepped into the church, he glanced around briefly and walked towards a slightly empty place.
He saluted a priest passing by and drew four dots on his chest to create an image of a crimson moon.
Then he found a place to sit down, adjusted his posture slightly, clasped his hands and placed them on his chest, closed his eyes slightly and began to pray properly.
"You are the goddess of the night, nobler than the starry sky and longer than eternity. You are the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets."
Reciting the honorable name of the Night Goddess in a low voice, Renekton felt that his thoughts were in a trance for a moment, and then he felt like he was in a sea of night herbs.
The peaceful and quiet atmosphere around makes people want to stay here and sleep until eternity
Renekton felt as if he was caught in a drowsiness, and his whole body was in a daze.
Reason was telling him that he was already asleep and everything around him was a dream.
But the smell of night vanilla lingering around his nose and every part of his skin was so real, and the silence and silence around him was lulling him to sleep. "I'm already asleep, how can I fall asleep? Are you sleeping in a dream?"
Renekton was thinking unclearly. The time around him passed extremely long and silently. He didn't know how long it had passed.
Finally, the surrounding night was broken, the night herbs like a sea of flowers disappeared, and the feeling of tranquility and tranquility disappeared.
Renekton opened his eyes again and looked around in confusion, confirming that he was still praying in St. Samuel's Church.
Dreamland, am I isolated? How stingy!
Muttering something secretly in his mind, Renekton stood up, walked to the donation box at the front, took out some of the cash he had on him and threw it in, then turned and walked out of the church.
Before taking two steps, he saw Leonard walking towards the prayer hall from the other direction of the church.
The two looked at each other, and Renekton clearly saw the confusion and surprise in Leonard's eyes for a moment, and then immediately calmed down all expressions, looking like I don't know you.
The corner of his mouth slowly raised a curve, he withdrew his gaze, and passed by the other person.
After walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Renekton stepped forward and tilted his head slightly, as if listening.
"Hei Ye and I have reached a certain degree of cooperation. When we seize the conqueror's characteristics, chanting his name will give us secret blessings."
Saslier's voice echoed in his mind for a while, and then fell silent.
He sighed with a complicated mood, without saying much. Saslier must not have finished what he said. If it was just a simple cooperation, there was no need to block me out. What else did they discuss? Most likely it has something to do with me.
Constantly thinking about things in his mind, Renekton kept walking forward, looking for an uninhabited corner, raised his hand to open a "door" in mid-air, and stepped into it.
In the south area of the bridge, in the Harvest Church.
Renekton's figure walked out of the corner at the back of the church. Father Utravsky, who was sitting in front of the Holy Emblem of the Earth and praying, and Emlyn, who was wiping the long table, glanced at Renekton at the same time, and then again Everyone looked away.
"Good morning, Father, I've come to pray."
Renekton walked up to Father Utravsky, said hello to him, and then found a seat behind the priest to sit down.
Close your eyes, clasp your hands, put them in front of your mouth and nose, and begin to pray in a low voice:
"Thank you, source of life;
Praise You, Mother of all things;
Praise you, Mother Earth! "
"Your faithful followers pray to you."
A little dazed, Renekton felt like he had fallen into a dream again, but this time he was not left alone.
He appeared in a vibrant field, surrounded by tinkling springs, ears of wheat swaying in the breeze, various herbs and flowers, and even many small translucent animals running like bubbles , gliding
Renekton looked into the distance, and a simple baby figure surrounded by wheat ears, flowers and spring water symbols came into view. This was a huge holy symbol of life.
Immediately, he lowered his head as if feeling something. Under his feet, there was gurgling spring water wrapped around the petals and leaves, forming lines of words:
"Sequence 6: Biologist, able to hybridize various living things, and has a deep understanding of the characteristics of living things; but before becoming a demigod, these products lack souls."
"Main materials: The rhizome of an ancient golden oak tree, the heart of an adult Pegasus;
Auxiliary materials: 30 ml of spring water from the golden spring of Sunia Island, one golden crown sun flower, and 20 ml of the blood of the wild black wolf. "
After Renekton wrote down the biologist's formula, the dream quietly shattered.
In the prayer hall, Renekton, who reopened his eyes, stood up and saluted the Holy Emblem of Life in front of him.
Judging from Lilith's attitude, when I was in Feneport, my contact with the Church of the Earth also had the intention of pushing the boat along. Was it for the part of the Brood that was sealed in the Western Continent?
Renekton felt that his guess was most likely correct. Lilith was different from the other true gods. The path she was on belonged to the gods outside the stars.
In order to regain her own authority and complete her own personality, the fallen mother goddess has been trying to influence the two paths of the moon and the mother, and as time goes by, this influence becomes more and more serious.
The debts on my body are increasing!
"Have you finished praying?"
Emlyn put down the rag in his hand at some point, came closer and asked with a confused and uneasy expression.
Renekton turned his head and glanced at Emlyn's rather troubled expression. Was the Blood Tribe already trying to trick him into praying to the Fool?
Resisting the urge to pat the other person's shoulder, he nodded gently and said:
"Well, what's the matter with you?"
Emlyn took a deep breath and said as if he had made up his mind:
"I have something to ask you."
"Let's go and chat." Renekton pointed to the tables and chairs in the corner of the church.
(End of this chapter)
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In the corner of the Harvest Church prayer hall, as soon as Emlyn sat down, he couldn't wait to lower his voice and said:
"Do you know 'The Fool'?"
"In recent times, many people in Backlund have been looking for the Fool who is his believer and favored one."
Renekton looked at Emlyn for a while, wanting to laugh, and then slowly said:
"I'm not a bounty hunter, so I don't know much about Backlund."
"However, I do know something about the 'Fool'. What? Your vampire family won't help you solve the problem of psychological suggestion. Are you going to try praying to the Fool yourself?"
"I" Emlyn fell silent, and after a while he said hesitantly:
"I'm not that stupid to pray to an unknown evil god. What's the difference between that and committing suicide? Is it a more ugly death?"
"This is the revelation from the ancestor!"
"Are you sure this isn't your vampire high-level deception?"
Renekton questioned Emlyn's words.
His face suddenly became serious, he raised his chin slightly, his scarlet eyes faintly revealed a little arrogance and said:
"This is a revelation from the ancestors. No vampire dares to forge it or lie about it!"
"Also, I haven't even said anything yet, how do you know this is what the senior leaders of our vampire clan told me?"
"It's not hard to guess."
Renekton leaned back, leaning slightly on the back of the chair, and said in a calm but confident voice:
"Your ancestor has rarely responded to your prayers since the great cataclysm. Now that He has given a revelation, something big is definitely about to happen."
"Compared to those dukes and counts, you are just an ordinary vampire who is no more than a hundred years old at most. How could your ancestor give you the revelation alone?"
Emlyn swallowed. He wanted to refute that he was not an ordinary vampire, but one of the key figures in the ancestor's revelation.
This is the secret of the vampire clan and cannot be exposed easily. He gritted his teeth, comforted himself in his heart, and decided not to be as knowledgeable as the ungrateful guy in front of him.
Immediately he sighed again and asked in a rather tangled voice:
"Then you say, should I pray to the Fool?"
"Do you believe in your ancestors?"
Renekton asked rhetorically.
"Of course I believe it!" Emlyn replied without hesitation.
Oh. Renekton chuckled, and continued to say despite Emlyn's doubtful gaze:
"Then do you think that your ancestors would tell you the name of a very dangerous evil god without any concealment or instructions?"
"If He directly tells you the name of the Fool, it means that the Fool is not a very dangerous evil god."
"But... even if it's not very dangerous, it may still be dangerous!"
Emlyn frowned and said in a troubled tone.
Although he was still worried about possible dangers in his words, he was indeed shaken in his heart.
This is preparation for the end of the world. It is normal to be in danger. I am one of the keys to the revelation given by the ancestor!
"When you are running for the future of the vampire clan, your ancestor's favored one will naturally fall on you!"
Renekton's self-narrating words interrupted Emlyn's mental self-strategy.
"Ah?" Emlyn wondered: "I am already the key to the ancestor's revelation."
He suddenly fell silent, realizing that he had said too much, and wanted to cover his mouth in embarrassment.
Renekton shook his head speechlessly. This guy is so naive! The senior leaders of the vampire clan just fooled him into believing it. The key is that after believing it, he actually succeeded!
Emlyn shut up in embarrassment and leaned on the back of the chair, holding his forehead with one hand as the thoughts in his heart continued to spread.
At least, until today, I have not heard of anyone receiving a tragic experience because of praying to the "Fool". Perhaps as Lord Nibais said, "The Fool" is lawful just like praying for light in the spiritual world. Zealous hidden presence.
Emlyn raised his head to look at Renekton sitting opposite him as if in a daze, cleared his voice and said:
"Do you know what the seven pure lights in the spiritual world are? Are they really lawful and enthusiastic hidden existences?"
Although he didn't understand why Emlyn's topic jumped so quickly, Renekton still nodded slightly and answered:
"That's true. Together with many spiritual creatures, they established a secret organization called the Pure Light Brotherhood that specializes in teaching people knowledge."
"In a sense, they are direct subordinates of the 'Fool' you call him."
"Subordinate?" Emlyn was stunned for a moment. He wanted to refute. Aren't the seven pure lights in the spiritual world secretly existing? How could he still be someone else's subordinate? Does the great being of this level also have a subordinate relationship, just like angels and gods?
With a long sigh, Emlyn stood up, with a very forced smile on his face, and gave a slight salute to Renekton:
"Thank you for informing me. I want to go back and calm down. Maybe in the near future, I will really recite the name of the 'Fool'."
"Go home? Have you finished your work for today?" Renekton asked with raised eyebrows.
Emlyn paused in his steps and replied with gritted teeth:
"It's better if you don't speak!"
Chorwood district, house at Minsk Street 15.
The old butler of the King of Edsac, wearing a well-tailored long tuxedo, stood in front of the house at No. 15 and rang the doorbell next to him.
Soon, the door was opened by Klein from inside.
The old housekeeper took two steps forward and saluted without being arrogant or losing his status:
"Detective Moriarty, His Royal Highness is waiting for you in the carriage at the corner of the street. He would like to know the progress of the investigation."
"Okay." Klein responded calmly.
I turned back to the hall and was about to take off the hat on the coat rack when I suddenly felt a pain in my stomach, making me want to squat on the toilet.
He had no choice but to turn around and apologize to the old housekeeper helplessly:
"I'm very sorry. I need to go to the bathroom first. My stomach suddenly feels uncomfortable."
The old housekeeper responded without any unusual expression:
"This is your freedom."
About seven or eight minutes later, Klein came out of the bathroom and returned to the foyer. The old housekeeper was no longer there. Only a maid with brown natural curls was there.
Seeing Klein passing by, she saluted meticulously:
"His Royal Highness the Prince asked me to apologize to you. He still has something to do and cannot wait too long. Please go to Red Rose Manor tomorrow or the afternoon of the day after tomorrow."
I've done it as quickly as possible. It's less than ten minutes. If I hold the newspaper, I can still squat for a while.
Sighing in his mind, Klein smiled and said:
"no problem."
After receiving the answer, the maid chuckled casually:
"Detective Moriarty, you and the lady missed it again."
"Ah?" Klein looked at the other party in confusion.
The maid lowered her voice and said:
"That young lady is with His Highness the Prince this time. It was she who proposed to take a detour to visit you."
Turns out, I missed it because of a stomachache? .Is this also the arrangement of 0-08? .But isn't it the same group as the lady who killed Talim?
Queens, in a room covered with soft, thick carpet.
A held quill stopped and stopped writing.
On the notebook below it, there are many smears on the lines of words:
"The target attempted to break free, but unfortunately Detective Sherlock Moriarty left before she could get downstairs."
"The target tried to influence the surrounding maids, but the butler Finkel accidentally discovered the problem and dealt with it accordingly."
(smear)
"The target went off track and attended Talim's funeral instead of Prince Edsac. However, she quickly returned to normal and found that she could not recognize the detective Sherlock Moriarty."
"Al Tynes appeared at Talim's funeral for some reason. He tried to influence the target and inform the target of some information. However, at this time, the steam machinery next to him happened to explode, which happened to affect a passing Rose School student. Demigod, he set his sights on Al Tynes, who had just exuded spirituality."
"The target did not hear clearly what Al Tynes told her. She was quickly taken away by Prince Edsac and lost the opportunity to contact Al Tynes."
(alter)
"The target once went off track and encouraged Prince Edsac to visit Detective Sherlock Moriarty. Unfortunately, Sherlock Moriarty happened to have a stomachache and stayed in the bathroom for a while, which happened to be A time the prince cannot wait for."
Putting down the classical quill pen in his hand, Ince Zangwill looked at the woman on the side and said in a deep voice:
"What exactly did you put in her? Breaking the limits again and again will cause big problems."
"It's just an accident. Don't worry too much. There will be no problem."
A lady with a bright and splendid appearance, wearing a plain white robe, with her hair pulled up loosely, responded with a charming smile on her face.
Then she slowly smeared various things on her face, put on clothes and jewelry with a relaxed posture, and she became more and more bright and attractive.
She casually glanced at the classical quill pen placed on the table by Ince Zangwill, and said with a smile:
"Be careful with this quill in your hand. You almost switched bodies with someone last time."
"You don't need to remind me." Ince Zangwill responded with a straight face.
(End of this chapter)
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Backlund time, three o'clock in the afternoon.
A crimson wave of light suddenly appeared in front of Renekton's eyes, quickly covering his sight.
After being in a trance for a moment, I looked up again and saw that I had arrived at the magnificent ancient palace above the gray mist, with slightly blurry figures sitting in their respective seats.
Renekton's eyes were fixed on Derrick the Little Sun, who was sitting next to him. The other person's expression seemed to be frozen on his face, and it got worse and worse, until a hint of panic appeared on his face.
At this moment, Derrick has scenes of memories emerging in his mind:
There are collapsed city walls, blue and white buildings, temples belonging to the True Creator, and murals that describe the scene of the end of the world, and the True Creator resisting the six evil gods and protecting the remaining humans.
There is also the beautiful and dangerous "mushroom", the extremely strange yellow-haired boy Jack.
He and the chief have experienced the same thing five times, but no one has found any problems.
The more he recalled his extra memories, the more creepy Derrick felt.
After Miss Justice greeted Mr. Fool and everyone in a relaxed and cheerful manner, Renekton turned to look at the little sun beside him and asked directly:
"It seems that something bad happened while you were exploring that temple in Silver City?"
As an audience member, Justice Audrey also looked over immediately. When she was greeting everyone just now, she was keenly aware that Mr. Sun's mood was very wrong.
Derrick took a deep breath, as if grasping at a straw called hope, and fully stated what he had encountered.
Even the small differences in each exploration are described one by one.
Finally he added:
"After the little boy was eliminated by the chief, we all closed our eyes, then woke up again in the camp outside the city, and started a new exploration."
"This process was repeated five times. If Mr. Fool hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known that I had been repeating the same life!"
At the top of the long bronze table, shrouded in gray mist, Klein was still a little confused. He didn't know what happened to Little Yang.
He could only maintain his original posture and nodded slightly in response. A superior cannot speak rashly without understanding the reason.
Looking at Mr. Fool, he felt reassured by his calm state.
He turned to look at the other members and asked in a sincere tone:
"Do you know what the root of the problem is? And how to solve it?"
The most enthusiastic and righteous Audrey instinctively wanted to speak, but found that she had no clue at all and could not even make a guess.
Magician Forsi was in a similar state to her.
Renekton leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of his chair and said:
"The Mercury Serpent's Cycle of Fate."
"What is the mercury snake? What about the cycle of fate?"
Little Sun Derrick asked eagerly.
"Destiny cycle?" The gloomy world also asked under the control of Klein.
"What is the mercury snake? What is the cycle of destiny? It sounds so high-end." This is the thought shared by Justice Audrey and Magician Forsi at this moment.
Alger, the Hanged Man, frowned slightly in thought. His original guess was that they had nightmares or hallucination abilities at the level of demigods, or that they were trapped in some strange space state.
Mercury snake? Is this the name of a high-sequence path of destiny? .Does the White Tower mean that the sun and the others are experiencing a cycle of fate?
Renekton maintained his posture, as if he was reminiscing. He paused for a moment before slowly speaking:
"The Mercury Snake is the first sequence of the destiny path. Extraordinaries at this stage have already mastered part of the power of destiny."
"They can start the cycle of fate and plunge people into a strange state, where time keeps flowing to a certain extent, but is fixed within a certain range, and the cycle repeats."
"What you are exploring is the temple belonging to the true Creator, and there happens to be an Angel of Destiny under His seat, Ourolius!"
"You may have triggered some of His remaining powers or characteristics during your exploration."
"Then what should we do?"
Little Sun Derrick asked hurriedly.
Huh~ Renekton sighed and said with some helplessness in his voice:
"There will be a node in the cycle of destiny. You only need to find it and break it to escape from the continuous cycle of destiny."
"As for what the node is, I haven't explored it myself, so I don't know."
"This" Little Sun Derrick was stunned for a moment, feeling a little lost. If we can't find that node, we will always be stuck in a loop.
Alger, the Hanged Man, came back from his memories. He cleared his throat and muttered: "I may have some guesses about that node!"
"That little boy Jack?"
Justice Audrey guessed with great interest.
"Yes." Alger the Hanged Man nodded slightly, looked at Miss Justice after some consideration and said:
"Did I mention that I once hunted down an Aurora Listener on the sea? His purpose of going to sea was to find the sanctuary of the true Creator."
Audrey recalled it carefully for a while and said uncertainly:
"It seems that there is such a thing."
Alger, the Hanged Man, immediately said in a deep voice:
"The listener also brought his child, whose age is very close to the Jack described by the sun."
"You mean, that Jack came from your world to the area around Silver City?"
Derrick was stunned for a moment, and then asked in shock.
After a brief pause, he felt inexplicably happy. This meant that the area where Silver City was located had not been completely sealed off, and they still had a chance to leave and enter the normal world where Mr. Hanged Man and his friends lived.
Alger, the Hanged Man, also thought about this problem, and after some thought, he suggested:
"You can find an opportunity to mention the Sunia Sea, the Loen Kingdom and the port city to that little boy Jack. Maybe there will be a different reaction."
"Also, the key point is not necessarily the little boy. Other possibilities must be considered."
"Are there any murals in that temple? Ourolius has a hobby of painting. There may be clues."
Renekton gave a timely reminder.
"Why do you even know this?" This is the doubt in the minds of all members of the Tarot Club.
They even began to speculate whether there might be some secret connection between Renekton and Aurora.
Is this angel's hobby well known to everyone? Why don't I know? Magician Forsi complained silently in his heart.
Alger, the Hanged Man, stared at Renekton silently for a second. He knew too many secrets, which many high-sequence strong men may not know. Could he be the favored one of Lundberg? But why did you join the Tarot Society? This is a secret cooperation between great beings?
Alger the Hanged Man couldn't help but quietly look at Mr. Fool at the top. The figure shrouded in gray mist still sat there leisurely, as if he was outside the world, and quietly watching everything.
Justice Audrey keenly observed Mr. Hanged Man's little movements and made similar guesses in her mind.
Do you and the one who lives in you gossip every day?
Klein, shrouded in gray fog, wanted to complain about the other party, but considering Mr. Fool's image, he had to hold back.
"some."
Little Sun Derrick nodded quickly, and then, after obtaining Mr. Fool's consent, he realized the temple-like scene he had seen:
It was a mural depicting the true Creator and the six evil gods fighting against each other to protect the remaining humans when the cataclysm came.
"What evil gods are these?"
Alger looked at the octopus-headed monster with lightning on his body, black waves on his feet, feather wind on his back, and a trident in his hand, and he had some inexplicable associations in his mind.
This is the Lord you believe in! Renekton raised his hand to press his lips and answered in his mind.
Justice Audrey's eyes moved from the picture of the small sun to Renekton. In her impression, Mr. Baita was the most knowledgeable one among them:
"Mr. Baita, do you know who these evil gods are on the murals?"
Unexpectedly, Miss Justice would be the first to ask him a question. Renekton pondered for a moment before slowly speaking:
"Steam only came to the throne at the end of the last era. This time was long after the so-called cataclysm."
"Huh?" Audrey was stunned for a moment. Renekton's answer was different from what she expected.
What does the God of Steam have to do with this? Before he became a god, there were exactly six evil gods on the murals of the other seven gods, no, the six gods and six gods.
Her eyes returned to the mural where the small sun set appeared, and she carefully observed the image contained in each image.
What does this have to do with the God of Steam? As a believer in the God of Steam, Forsi vaguely recalled the church books he had read, and there were no records related to the so-called catastrophe.
Sure enough, with a secret sigh in his heart, Klein controlled the trumpet world and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"I've seen similar statues."
After attracting everyone's attention, he paused and continued:
"On an adventure to explore the ruins of the Quaternary Age."
After saying that, he pretended to make a request to Mr. Fool, and revealed the statues of the Six Gods and the corresponding holy emblems in the ruins where the red angel evil spirit was.
It's so shameful to perform in front of people who know your true identity! .Klein sighed silently after completing his performance.
(End of this chapter)
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With the statue of the six gods in normal form embodied by Klein, and Renekton's words just now, everyone reacted instantly.
Blasphemy! This is blasphemy to the goddess! Audrey shouted a few words in her heart angrily, but quickly calmed down.
The True Creator and the Seven Gods have always had a hostile relationship, and it is to be expected that believers would vilify the image of the goddess. But, don't true gods only have symbols? Why is there a human statue of a goddess in the underground ruins that Mr. World explores?
Audrey frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
Alger, the Hanged Man, sighed in realization:
"It turns out that the Six Gods once had human forms."
"But what do they have to do with the end of the world? What do they have to do with our earth being abandoned by the Lord?"
Little Sun Derrick asked subconsciously.
Renekton leaned on the back of the chair and explained lazily to the little sun next to him:
"The silent darkness that makes people disappear is the authority of the goddess of the night. Various monsters that are born in the darkness belong to the authority of the Hanged Man, and the frequent lightning is the authority of the Lord of Storms."
"The remaining divine power of the other gods should also have other manifestations in your place. It's just that you haven't noticed it, or you haven't encountered it."
In other words, in a relatively long time ago, most likely in the early Fourth Epoch or even the Third Epoch, the Six Gods at that time really had a battle with the True Creator that affected a continent.
Is this why the True Creator was the mainstream belief in the past, and the churches of other gods were all secret organizations?
Klein thought of a lot in an instant, but due to the gray fog, no one noticed that Mr. Fool himself was as deep in thought as they were.
When everyone was lost in their own thoughts, the sound of the long bronze table being knocked suddenly rang in their ears.
Justice Audrey immediately turned her head and looked at Mr. Fool with excitement, waiting excitedly for the prompt he was about to give.
The remaining people also cast their expectant eyes on Mr. Fool.
In the thick gray fog. Klein the Fool chuckled:
"Redemption Rose."
"Redemption Rose?".What is this? Node to get rid of loop? By the way, there is this name in the corner of a certain mural above the temple!
After being reminded by Mr. Fool, Little Sun Derrick remembered this detail that he had not noticed before.
"Dear Mr. Fool, what does the Redemption Rose represent?"
Audrey raised her hand and asked questions very curiously.
But this time Mr. Fool did not respond.
Little Sun Derrick looked gratefully at Mr. Fool at the top, although he did not give any more specific information.
Then he turned his head, looked at Renekton next to him, and said in a very sincere tone:
"Mr. Baita, do you have any suggestions for the next exploration?"
"Try different ways to find the nodes of the fate cycle."
"The memory loss caused by the cycle is not difficult to solve. You only need to pray to Mr. Fool at a fixed time and ask him to restore your memory."
"If you forget to pray, then ask Mr. Fool for help now."
As he spoke, Renekton glanced at Mr. Fool in the uppermost gray mist.
Little Sun was stunned for a moment. If I asked Mr. Fool to restore my memory every once in a while, wouldn't it be too much trouble for him?
"can."
When Little Sun looked over with hesitant eyes, Klein in the gray mist responded with a leisurely attitude.
Are you asking Mr. Fool to help Mr. Sun recover his memory every once in a while? Mr. Fool actually agreed. As a great being, He is so kind!
Audrey had already silently praised Mr. Fool in her mind.
Can it still be like this? It seems that there is no problem. Mr. Fool usually doesn't mind such a small thing. I also come to Mr. Fool's kingdom every full moon to escape the influence of gibbering. That is also a trivial matter to Mr. Fool, but he agrees. .
Magician Forsi was quite surprised in his heart, and then he felt that it was natural and nodded slightly.
"Thank you, great Mr. Fool."
Little Sun Derrick saluted and thanked Mr. Fool in great excitement, and then turned his attention to Renekton next to him:
"Thank you too, Mr. White Tower, Mr. Hanged Man, Miss Justice, and Miss Magician. Thank you for your advice and help."
Derrick thanked everyone very seriously before sitting down again.
The affairs of the Silver City Exploration Team have come to an end for the time being, and today's Tarot Club has returned to normal procedures.
Justice Audrey looked at the top of the long bronze table and spoke first:
"Mr. Fool, there are three more Russell diaries this time, and I still owe seven more."
Magician Forsi also quickly followed:
"Mr. Fool, I have also received a reply. There will be a new Russell diary next time."
"Very good." The Fool shrouded in gray mist responded with a calm voice, as if he didn't care.
After a simple process, Klein got the diary embodied by Miss Justice and started reading it with great anticipation.
After everyone waited for a while, they heard the Fool's calm voice as if nothing had happened:
"You guys start trading."
Magician Forsi immediately turned to look at Miss Justice on the same side, and said in an expectant tone:
"I have received a reply. My teacher has the eyes of the Mirror Dragon. The price is 1000 pounds."
Miss Magic is still conservative. The premium is so small. As the source of liquidity for the Tarot Club, Miss Justice's most indispensable thing is gold pounds.
Renekton, who was sitting opposite, sighed silently in his heart.
"1000 pounds?" Audrey didn't expect to have news about the psychiatrist's potion ingredients so soon, and asked subconsciously as if confirming.
Forsi struggled internally for a long time and decided that if Miss Justice felt that the price was too expensive, she would lower the price by 100 pounds. She would still make a profit anyway.
As soon as Forsi's idea took shape, she heard Miss Justice's somewhat delighted voice continue:
"Okay, deal!"
So, agreed? .Did I pay too little premium? Forsi felt a little confused for a moment.
After finalizing the agreement with Miss Justice and agreeing on the time for payment and delivery of extraordinary materials, Forsi turned to look at the Hanged Man, the Sun, the White Tower and the gentlemen of the world:
"Is there a meteorite crystal or a blood crystal from the Lava octopus?"
This is the main ingredient of the potion for the Sequence Seven Astrologers. A few days ago, Mr. Lawrence had told Fors the main ingredient of this formula so that she could collect the ingredients in advance.
Mr. World sold so much material last time, maybe he would have information there. While thinking, Forsi looked at the gloomy world.
Klein, who was in the gray mist at the top, saw that Renekton had no intention of speaking, so he controlled the trumpet world by himself and said in a hoarse voice:
"I have a clue to the meteor crystal, but I'm not sure if I can get it."
While speaking, he turned his attention to Renekton. All the meteorite crystals harvested in Amon's Tomb last time were taken away by the Queen of Mystery.
But from this point of view, the extraordinary materials in Amon's tomb are concentrated in the three paths of soothsayer, apprentice and thief. Is this intentional by Amon? Or is it the result of the mutual attraction of extraordinary characteristics?
"No problem, I'm not in a hurry."
Forsi nodded slightly and tried to speak in a calm tone.
She was very happy to get information about a piece of material so quickly. She recalled the previous process of collecting the materials for the Master of Magic. It was really painful!
"Even in the vast sea, Lava octopus rarely appears, but I will help you keep an eye on it."
Alger, the Hanged Man, also spoke carefully before speaking.
"Okay, thank you very much." Forsi responded with a smile. So far, the collection of materials this time has been quite smooth.
There was a brief silence for two seconds before Klein controlled the trumpet world and spoke:
"Guys, does any of you know any clues about the mermaid?"
Everyone's main attention fell on the Hanged Man and Renekton. The former had been active on the sea, and the latter was the most knowledgeable one among them.
"There are rumors of mermaids in the Misty Sea. But it's impossible to tell whether it's true or false."
The Hanged Man responded in a deep voice. Mermaid? Is it his potion ingredients or the ritual components? If it were a ritual, then the world would be at least Sequence Six.
"There are dead mermaids in the depths of the Sea of Mist, in the ruins of the God War, as well as in the Church of the Night, and in the underworld. I don't know if it will work, but you can ask Qi Guang."
"It depends on which route you want to choose. As long as there is something of equal value, the Church of the Night will definitely not refuse."
Even if you go directly to whore for free, the goddess will most likely not refuse. She has invested so much, so this mermaid is no better. Renekton continued to add in his heart.
"I understand."
The gloomy world nodded slowly, his voice hoarse and no emotion could be heard.
The trading session ended here, and everyone began to exchange information about their respective areas.
When the exchange came to an end, Klein, who had been watching, thought about what happened recently:
The mysterious lady next to Prince Edsac, the ring she was carrying that was suspected to be a level 0 sealed object, and traces of the 0-08 arrangement appeared around her, as well as the increasingly frequent movements in the East District, the dock area and other places. Aurora Club.
He hesitated but decided to remind Miss Justice and Miss Magic in Backlund, and immediately controlled his trumpet. Mr. World said hoarsely:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have recently received some news, which indicates that something big is brewing in Backlund, and something tragic may happen."
"What's the big deal?" Miss Justice, who was in Backlund, asked with concern.
"I don't know." Shi Shi shook his head calmly.
(End of this chapter)
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