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Chapter 241 Angel in the Mural

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Chapter 241 Angel in the Mural

  "I do know something."

Renekton spoke calmly. After seeing everyone's eyes drawn to him, he leaned forward slightly and said in a rare serious tone:

"The Royal Family of Loen, the Aurora Society, and the Witch Sect have reached cooperation. They each have their own plans. As for the specifics, it is still unknown."

"The royal family? Cooperate with the Aurora Society and the Witch Sect. Why?"

Audrey whispered in disbelief. Both the Aurora Society and the Witch Sect were recognized cult organizations. She couldn't understand why the royal family would cooperate with them.

"It allows three unrelated parties to cooperate, which shows that they have common interests or needs in their respective plans."

Alger, the Hanged Man, made a very sophisticated analysis.

Mr. Hanged Man's words reminded Klein, and the figure shrouded in gray mist was also lost in thought:

  The Aurora Society is to summon the arrival of the true Creator, so what is the purpose of the Witch Sect? Spreading disaster to facilitate acting? Maybe there is a reason for this, but it is certainly not the main reason. Moreover, what is the royal family planning? What good would it do to them to plunge Backlund into chaos?

  Wait, Prince Edsac and his lover who is suspected of being a witch. The witch wanted to see me, but was ruined by various coincidences created by 0-08, and Prince Edsac's love for Talim. brooding over death

  This is very interesting. The prince and the witch beside him are more like protons put together by both parties to gain trust.

Based on the principle of preferring to say less than to say something wrong, Klein controlled the trumpet world and began to direct and act on his own:

  Shi Shi raised his head and looked sincerely at the figure in the gray mist at the top of the mottled long table:

"Dear Mr. Fool, your beloved in Backlund must have noticed something, right?"

Then, under the gaze of everyone who was either curious, worried, expectant or tense, he said calmly and casually:

"Edsacer Augustus, and his lover."

Hmm. Prince Edsac has a lover? No wonder he hasn't bothered me for a long time. He couldn't be a witch from the witch sect, right? I was still rejoicing before, but now it seems that this seems to be a problem.

Audrey, who was familiar with Prince Edsac, had already recalled some details, and she suddenly felt that her shoulders became heavy.

Although she didn't have a good impression of the prince, and even felt a little disgusted with him, these were just her personal feelings.

Audrey still had mixed emotions when she thought that the other party was involved in the Witch Sect and the Aurora Society, and would even bring disaster to the entire Backlund.

Augustus is the surname of the royal family, his lover, the Witch Sect. Could it be that the ups and downs of love between a prince and a witch were obstructed by forces from both sides. In order to pursue love, they decided to join the Aurora Society, and finally Lead to a widespread disaster?

The magician Forsi's instinct as a writer began to kick in, and he had already constructed a touching love story in his mind for the Prince Edsac and his lover.

"Ladies and gentlemen, see you next week."

The Fool, who was sitting at the top, calmly announced the end of today's Tarot meeting. A series of crimson rays of light rose up, and everyone's figures disappeared into the gray mist one after another.

In the land abandoned by God, there is a camp with a burning bonfire.

Derrick closed his eyes and calmly recalled what happened at the Tarot meeting, making sure that he had not forgotten the memory of that experience over and over again.

Taking a deep breath and calming down, Derrick slowly opened his eyes and carefully looked at the flames and teammates who were exactly the same as in his memory.

"Leave after 50 lightning strikes."

Just as Derrick remembered, Chief Colin spoke in a deep voice at this time.

The development of things was exactly the same as Derrick's previous memories.

Backlund, Minsk Street, Jowood District.

Renekton, who had just finished this week's Tarot session, slowly woke up from his seat, turned his head and glanced at the sky that was gloomy due to the perennial haze outside the window, and murmured:

  "Disaster is about to begin"

A gray pigeon flapped its wings from the outside and landed on the window sill in time. The flesh and blood on its body squirmed and tore a crack full of sharp teeth in the chest cavity. It opened and closed continuously, and a crack came out from the friction of the flesh and blood. Hoarse voice:

"Your Majesty the Messenger of God, tomorrow afternoon we will begin the ceremony to summon our Lord to come."

As the voice fell, the already shapeless gray pigeon exploded instantly, flesh and blood splattered, and a map spread out around it.

Even if you are not a cult, you are sorry for this ability to control flesh and blood. Renekton complained in his heart.

He immediately memorized the map, then rubbed his fingers to create a golden flame, purifying all the flesh and blood residue around the window sill.

Then he returned to the desk, tore off a blank page from the notebook, picked up the round-belly pen beside him, and simply wrote a line of words:

  "The ceremony is tomorrow..."

Then he rummaged through the room to find the ritual materials and quickly arranged a ritual to summon the messenger:

"Invisible creatures that roam the upper world, strange spirits that are friendly to humans, are the messengers of Bernadette Gustave alone."

After reciting the incantation, Renekton was observing with concentration, and then he vaguely noticed that something had broken into his room, but he could not catch it with the naked eye.

Renekton turned his gaze and looked at where the letter paper was. The paper that had been torn from the notebook was gone. It's so fast. I sighed in a low voice, and then ended the ceremony of summoning the messenger.

After gathering the remaining materials from the ritual, Renekton sat back on the armchair next to the desk. There were still many details that needed to be discussed with Sasril in order to resolve the incarnation of the true Creator.

In the land abandoned by the gods, Derrick's exploration team arrived at the half-ruined temple again.

This time, as soon as the little boy's cry for help sounded, Derrick used his extraordinary ability, and a pure and clear light bloomed from his body, replacing the light of the extinguished animal skin lantern.

Chief Colin quickly took out a dark blue metal vial and smeared the colorless viscous liquid inside on his straight sword.

Immediately, he thrust his straight sword upwards, and streaks of silver snake-like light swam in the air, quickly spreading around and covering everyone in the team.

It lasted for four or five seconds before Chief Colin said in a deep voice:

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

The familiar words made Derrick calm down, and he followed the team into the temple with vigilance.

Inside the temple, Derrick pretended to examine the surroundings seriously while leaning on the murals, and then suggested that he go check there.

Derrick held up the animal skin lantern and based on his impression, quickly found the corner with the strange line of words.

"Rose of Redemption." He muttered the name silently and carefully examined the details of the mural.

His eyes quickly locked on a tall and lanky man with long silver hair hanging down to his vest.

His facial features were soft, his head was lowered, his eyes were closed, and there were layers of wings of light behind him.

Angel! The legendary angel! Is this the angel of fate? Derrick excitedly observed the situation around this angel.

Soon, he discovered that there was a winding, shimmering river at the feet of the angel.

The river kept twisting and turning, and finally weirdly circled back, forming a loop.

cycle! This creates a cycle! Derrick felt that he had grasped a certain key.

He tightened the hurricane ax in his hand, and after a slight hesitation, he raised the ax in his hand, and struck the river hard while his teammates looked at him in astonishment.

Anyway, even if it fails, it will only enter a new cycle without any consequences or impact.

A bolt of silver lightning was drawn and fell on the hurricane axe.

boom! With a bang, the hurricane ax in Derrick's hand was entangled with silvery white lightning and struck the river on the mural. The wall was dented and stone chips flew.

This time, the river connected end to end was completely disconnected.

He looked forward to the cycle being broken and him and the other team members jumping out of the temple together.

"What are you doing?"

What greeted him was Chief Colin's deep questioning. The other team members around him also looked at him warily, as if they would attack him if he made any move.

Derrick was stunned for a moment, this was completely different from the scene he expected.

He was a little helpless and wanted to reach out and touch the back of his head, but stopped himself and explained in a somewhat awkward and helpless manner:

"Well, I wanted to try to break the cycle, but it seems I found the wrong node."

"Cycle?" Colin asked in a deep voice. The straight sword in his hand was still hanging downward, but he was obviously using more force.

"Yes, loop, this is the sixth time we have entered this temple."

"I got some hints and recalled my previous memories. I knew that the problem might lie in the mural, so when I saw the looping river on the mural, I thought it was the node that put us in a loop."

Derrick said it quickly and concisely. Although the other members of the exploration team didn't know what was going on, the chief would definitely understand.

Colin's expression became serious, his brows furrowed, as if he was recalling whether there was really something wrong with his memory, and then he asked in a deep voice:

  "When did you get the tip?"

"While resting in the camp outside the city."

(End of this chapter)

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  "The exploration continues."

Colin said to the other team members, then turned to look at Derrick and said in a deep voice:

  "Next, you follow me"

"Yes, Your Excellency, Chief." Derrick agreed without hesitation.

The next exploration was no different from the previous ones, until they arrived again at the hall with the altar and found the little boy with yellow hair who called himself Jack.

Derrick looked at Chief Colin beside him and reminded him.

"Your Excellency, we always restart after you kill the little boy named Jack."

"Well, what else do you know?" Colin nodded slightly and asked.

"It came from the outside world. I don't know more information. I didn't ask about it a few times before. It turned into a monster and attacked us, and was then killed by the chief."

Derrick shook his head slightly.

The little boy huddled in the shadows was half-surrounded by the members of the Silver City exploration team, who kept a safe distance from him.

The little boy looked at everyone with eager eyes and kept saying: "Help me, help me."

Chief Colin nodded invisibly, got closer and said:

"What's your name?"

"My name is Jack."

"How should I save you?"

The little boy suddenly showed an excited look and said:

  "Save me, save me, take me home! Take me home!"

"Where is your home?" Colin continued to ask in a deep voice.

The little boy weakly raised his hand and said, "My home is in Port Enmat."

Port Enmat? Mr. Hanged Man has not mentioned it, but judging from the word port, it should be the outside world, perhaps the Loen Kingdom where Miss Justice and the others are located, Derrick guessed with joy in his heart.

The "Enmatt Port" mentioned by the little boy made Colin see the dawn of the new world, which made him forget other things for a moment and immediately asked:

"How did you get here?"

The little boy Jack showed a recalling expression and slowly narrated:

"My father and I took a boat, met up with his companions, continued on the boat, and after a big, big storm, the rest of us landed on land."

"We followed the direction of the Lord's eyes and walked all the way here."

Follow the direction the Lord is looking at? The eyes of Chief Colin and others fell on the statue on the altar simultaneously, trying to figure out where it was looking.

As long as we follow the opposite direction of sight, we can find the seaside and the place where they landed. Chief Colin has begun to draw a rough map in his mind.

That direction is, the Giant King's Court! Chief Colin quickly found their landing point on the route traced by the little boy based on his own memory.

Is there a road leading to the seaside behind the Giant King's Court? On the other side of the sea, there is the kingdom of mankind.

"I am so hungry"

"So hungry."

The little boy Jack suddenly began to murmur abnormally. The clothes on his chest and abdomen were stained dark red, as if liquid was slowly seeping out.

While muttering, he opened his clothes, revealing his naked chest and abdomen.

On it are two eyes, a nose and a mouth!

  It was like a face made up of parts belonging to three different people.

That face was gentle and indifferent, making Derrick feel familiar inexplicably.

He frowned and thought for two seconds, and soon recalled the source of his familiarity:

This face is that of the angel in the mural, the silver-haired angel with his feet on the circulating river!

  Before Chief Colin took action, he immediately lowered his voice and reminded:

  "Your Excellency, the human face on his chest is very similar to the angel on the mural I just destroyed. I suspect that the angel is Ouroleus, the angel of fate beside the true Creator!"

Chief Colin stopped the urge to kill the little boy immediately. He looked deeply at Derrick, which made his scalp tingle. He wondered if he had said something wrong and caused the chief's misunderstanding.

The next moment, Colin was half-kneeling and inserted the straight sword in his hand into the ground. An invisible wall of air blocked the little boy from flying towards him.

Derrick saw the little boy's body emit a mixture of black and red light as before. This light eroded the wall of air that blocked him.

Colin released his grip on the straight sword, and while slowly standing up, he pulled out another straight sword on his back with his backhand, and smeared it with golden grease that looked like sunlight.

Seeing Colin's movements, the little boy moved more violently, as if he was aware of the dangerous beast making its final struggle.

Colin pulled out the long sword stuck on the ground, leaving a blurry figure on the spot.

The next moment, golden and silver lights shone, illuminating the entire underground hall. After the little boy Jack let out a shrill scream, all the light quickly disappeared, and darkness enveloped the entire altar again.

The little boy collapsed on the ground, and the human face between his chest and abdomen had disappeared, leaving only a hole where the squirming internal organs could be seen.

A few meters away, Chief Colin was squatting on the ground, holding a straight sword in each hand. In front of him, there was a torn human face.

The organs on this human face twitched as if struck by lightning, then quickly stopped and decayed rapidly.

At this moment, Derrick felt that there was an invisible, water wall-like barrier protruding around him, and then it shattered silently.

He had the feeling that he had left the fast-flowing river and returned to the shore.

Derrick was overjoyed, finally relieved that he was finally out of the cycle of fate.

He looked sideways and saw that the other members of the exploration team did not show anything unusual.

Maybe they have to return to Silver City so that they can realize that they have lost a period of their lives due to the wrong date. Derrick thought silently.

"Did you just say that the True Creator has an angel of fate named Ouroleus beside him?"

Chief Colin put away the straight sword he held in both hands at some point, walked to Derrick and asked in a deep voice.

"Ah?" Derrick was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why the chief suddenly asked this, but he still nodded honestly and said:

  "Yes, this is what a party member reminded me after knowing what happened to me."

"He said Ourolius liked to draw. Maybe I can find some clues in the murals."

"So you just chopped down the mural?"

Chief Colin glanced at Derrick with complicated eyes, and then continued:

"Don't be so reckless next time. You should discuss it with me in advance. Even without the memory of previous explorations, my experience is enough for me to make the right judgment."

"I understand, Your Excellency, Chief. Derrick nodded slightly with excitement. He heard some feelings of care and trust in the Chief's words.

Colin did not look at Derrick's current expression. He stared solemnly at the statue of the true Creator on the altar.

After staring for a long time, he slowly said:

"In the records of Silver City, when the 'Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God' looked at the world, He was surrounded by many angels. Among them, the leader of all angels, the King of Angels who is closest to the throne, has a total of eight Bit."

"Among them, there are two angel kings whose titles are Angel of Time and Angel of Destiny."

"Angel of Destiny?" Derrick was stunned for a moment, and then he understood why the chief looked at him so strangely before, as if he had an epiphany.

The chief's deep voice came to his ears:

  "Yes, Angel of Destiny, 'Tail-Eater' Ouroleus!"

The angel of destiny betrayed the Lord? Or is the true Creator the Lord who has lost many of his powers? .No, it's impossible, the true creator is an evil god.

Derrick subconsciously rejected the speculation that came to his mind. It was the last thing he wanted to believe, and it was even harder to accept than the Lord abandoning them.

Chief Colin took a deep breath, retracted his gaze from the statue of the True Creator, and said in a calm voice:

  "Next time, when you attend a party, ask the member who told you the information about the Angel of Destiny for relevant information. You can even ask the person who established contact with you. If you want to pay, you can come to me directly. ."

"I understand, Your Excellency."

Backlund, Minsk Street, Jowood District.

Squeak! The door to Renekton's study was pushed open, and Bugs Bunny led a strange-looking Emlyn in.

Renekton, who was forced to end his communication with Sasril, looked at the vampire opposite him with an unhappy expression and said:

"How do you know my address?"

Emlyn found a chair and sat down in a familiar manner, then raised his head slightly and said with a somewhat arrogant expression:

  "Shouldn't you care what I'm doing to you?"

"Also, you have so many animals and various spirits in your home. Do you want to take the path of our vampire family?"

"What, you want to contribute the characteristics of an animal tamer to me?"

Renekton glanced at the somewhat arrogant vampire Emlyn and said.

"Ahem." Emlyn's expression froze, and he smiled awkwardly and changed the subject:

"I want to ask you, based on your understanding of the 'Fool', is he really a friendly existence?"

"You haven't made up your mind yet!"

Renekton sighed aloud, leaned back on the back of his chair, and chuckled:

"The revelation of your ancestor obviously regards him as the predetermined ally, and you are the middleman, oh no, the middle ghost."

"It's a noble vampire!" Emlyn corrected him angrily, and then continued the topic with a tone that couldn't hide his excitement and trepidation:

  "You mean, I bear the important responsibility of establishing a secret alliance between the ancestor and the Fool!"

After saying this, Emlyn fell silent, as if he was lost in thought and fell into a new round of entanglement and self-strategy.

But looking at his appearance, he is not far from praying to the Fool.

(End of this chapter)

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  After struggling for a long time, Emlyn looked at Renekton suspiciously and said:

  "You seem to be expecting me to pray to the Fool. You seem to be tempting me every time I ask for your advice."

He suddenly became smarter. It should be said that he has some brains, but most of the time he doesn't use them.

Renekton looked at Emlyn, who looked suspicious, and chuckled:

"It can't be said to be an inducement, it just illustrates one of the possibilities."

"After all, you probably don't want to hear the truth."

"What truth?" Emlyn asked in confusion.

"There are so many people in your vampire clan, and you are not someone who is particularly outstanding or special. How could the revelation given by your ancestor come to you? If there really is you, then it should be given directly to you. Enlightenment."

Emlyn was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously wanted to refute, but he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

After being silent for a while, he murmured: "Am I being cheated?"

"It shouldn't be considered as being deceived. The revelation given by your ancestor should be true, but there is no one in particular."

"Isn't that still the same?"

Emlyn muttered in a slightly uncomfortable voice. He felt that his struggles these days were like a joke.

With a slight sigh, Renekton leaned forward leaning on the back of the chair, and said with a sigh and a bewitching tone:

"Your ancestors did not designate a specific person to complete His revelation, but when someone, oh no, a ghost completes His revelation and works hard for it, His favor will naturally come."

"Damn it, it's a vampire! Don't always say it wrong!"

Emlyn angrily corrected Renekton's words, and then asked as if to prove:

"Really? If I pray to the Fool, will the ancestor's favor really come?"

"If you are really worried, you can ask Father Utravsky. He is a favored person of the Mother Earth and knows more about the favor of the gods."

"Well" Emlyn hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "Let's forget it!"

Then he slowly stood up from his seat, bowed slightly and saluted Renekton:

"Thank you for your answer, although I feel like you have been fooling me."

Renekton shrugged nonchalantly and stood up to send Emlyn away.

At the door, I happened to bump into Klein who was about to knock on the door. He was also carrying a leather suitcase in his hand.

He glanced at Emlyn in confusion. If he remembered correctly, this was the unlucky vampire who volunteered at Harvest Church. Did he completely believe in the Mother Earth?

"My gut tells me that you are thinking of something very rude!"

After Emlyn went out, he suddenly turned around and said something to Klein.

Um, do vampires still have such keen intuition? Klein smiled slightly awkwardly:

  "Your illusion."

Emlyn glared at Klein suspiciously, then turned and left.

Renekton stepped aside to make way for a passage, waited for Klein to enter the house, then closed the door and walked to the sofa to sit down.

Klein had already placed the suitcase in his hand on the coffee table and opened it. Inside was a pile of cash in denominations of 100 pounds and a small iron box.

Klein put his hand on it and explained:

  "This is the gold pound paid by Miss Justice. My share has been taken away. These are all yours."

"And this, it's the cursed object of the ancient resentful spirit. Just let you act as the middleman and help me trade it with Mr. Lawrence."

"No problem." Renekton nodded noncommittally. This was not a problem for him.

After closing the suitcase and pushing it in front of Renekton, Klein asked about Emlyn out of curiosity:

"By the way, why did the vampire come to you just now? Did he want you to help him remove the psychological suggestion?"

"You mean Emlyn? He's here to ask whether you should pray to the Fool."

Renekton slumped down on the sofa and said with a curved corner of his mouth.

"Uh." Klein was stunned for two seconds. His first reaction was that the other party was joking, and then he denied this guess.

Why would a vampire pray to the Fool? He also moonlights as a bounty hunter? But recently those who are looking for The Fool have basically given up.

"Why does he pray to the Fool?"

"The revelation from the ancestor of the blood clan seems to mention the Fool and the corresponding honorable name in the revelation. He was deceived by the senior leaders of the blood clan into reciting the name of the Fool."

"The ancestor of the blood clan?" Klein frowned slightly and said:

  "Didn't the Ancient God Lilith fall in the Second Era long before the Cataclysm?"

"Which god is pretending to be Lilith, who occasionally responds to the vampires now? Or is she not really dead?"

"Perhaps there are two possibilities?" Renekton raised his eyebrows and said. After all, who would have thought that Lilith could be himself, not even the God of War!

  "You don't seem to care much about this matter?" Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, and he was keenly aware of the other party's attitude problem.

Renekton smiled when he heard this, nodded gently and said:

  "This is an investment from Lilith."

"Just like you already have investments from the Goddess of the Night, the God of Knowledge and the Hidden Sage, another big boss is about to get involved."

"The God of Knowledge?" Klein was just wondering when he saw Renekton pointing at him.

You are very talented when it comes to being a kid. Klein couldn't help but curse a few words in his heart, calmed down his emotions, and then continued to ask:

  "Am I important? Or should I say that the Origin Castle above the gray fog is important? Why do so many righteous gods and hidden beings invest in it?"

Renekton nodded seriously and responded:

  "It's very important. To put it simply, everyone wants a great master above the spiritual world, but they don't want Amon to ascend to this position."

"Should I say thank you for putting me on the same level as the blasphemer Amon?"

Klein joked half-jokingly.

"Compared with Amon, your advantage is that you already occupy the territory and become the king. As long as you keep occupying Source Castle, you will one day become its master."

Huh~ Taking a deep breath, Klein sorted out his emotions and put a smile on his face again:

"This matter is still too far away from me. Compared with this, my most urgent thing is to ascend to Demigod as soon as possible and cover up the traces of Origin Castle on my body."

"The New Year is coming soon, and I'm going to go to Disi Bay for vacation, and take a break from the brewing storm in Backlund."

You probably can't hide, there will be a gorgeous meteor shower coming to hit you soon. I mourned for two seconds of silence for the unlucky Mr. Fool, and then raised his lips and said:

  "It's a good idea. I also plan to leave Backlund after finishing the deal with the True Creator, and then go to Vice Admiral Iceberg's Golden Dream to be a treasure hunter."

"How much noise do you plan to make in Backlund?"

Klein looked at Renekton with some suspicion. He intuitively believed that the other party's move to leave Backlund was probably to run away after the incident.

"After Backlund causes trouble, I will probably be on the bounty list of the Church of Storm and Night."

Renekton spread his hands and said nonchalantly.

From your tone, I don't think you're bothered by this at all! Klein silently cursed, then stood up to leave.

West End, Hotel Carpensa.

Renekton's figure was quickly outlined in the room, and Lawrence and Fors, who were talking, looked over at the same time.

Renekton raised the small iron box in his hand and said hello with a smile:

"Good afternoon, both of you!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Tynes." "Good afternoon."

Forsi and Lawrence each nodded in response.

Renekton placed the small iron box containing the cursed object of the ancient spirit in front of Lawrence, then dragged a chair over to sit down and said:

"The cursed object of the ancient resentful spirit is here. If you have already obtained the Brain of Asman, you can prepare for promotion today."

"If you haven't got it yet, it's best to leave Backlund first. It will become dangerous here soon. Your physical condition is not good, so it is safer to leave."

"Soon?" Forsi said in surprise. She originally came here to tell Mr. Lawrence that Backlund might be in danger next, so it would be better to leave as soon as possible.

No, I have to find a suitable excuse to ask Xio to leave Backlund with me. But in such a short time, how can I find a suitable excuse?

  Lawrence sighed slightly. He didn't realize that there was any danger brewing in Backlund, but his reason made him trust the other party.

Ms. Fors also mentioned this topic just now. Maybe Backlund really has an unknown danger coming soon.

"The Brain of Asman is not with me, but I have collected the gold pounds to buy the cursed object of the ancient spirit. I will buy this material first."

While talking, Lawrence had already stood up and took out a leather suitcase from the cabinet in the room, which contained gold pounds that had been prepared.

"This is 1700 pounds. The extraordinary materials corresponding to sequence six are basically more than 1500 pounds. The apprenticeship path is relatively rare and often has a premium, so I prepared an extra 200 pounds."

Lawrence explained while pushing the suitcase containing the gold pound in front of Renekton, indicating that he could check if there was anything wrong.

Renekton nodded slightly, and there was a faint purple color in his eyes, which quickly faded away.

Immediately, he closed the suitcase, nodded slightly and smiled:

  "No problem, can you give me a leather bag? I don't have anything to carry these gold pounds."

"Also, you'd better leave as early as possible tomorrow. If it's too late, it's too late."

"Tomorrow?" Lawrence groaned, then nodded solemnly: "I will."

"When you say soon, you mean tomorrow? Isn't that too fast?"

Forsi was a little dazed for a moment. In such a short period of time, she couldn't find a suitable excuse to leave Backlund with Xio.

(End of this chapter)

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  Renekton glanced at Forsi, who looked a little flustered and worried, and said thoughtfully:

  "Ms. Fors, it seems you didn't have time to leave Backlund with your friends?"

"Are you interested in taking on one of my commissions?"

Lawrence also looked at Forsi after hearing this, and said with concern:

  "If you still can't find a suitable reason to persuade your friend to leave, I can invite you and your friend to visit Jianhai County for a while."

"Thank you, Mr. Lawrence, I will consider your proposal."

Forsi thanked Lawrence very gratefully.

Then she turned to look at Renekton. Although she didn't want to accept any commission at this time, she still asked out of politeness:

  "Mr. Tynes, what is the commission you are talking about? If it is suitable, I will consider the next step."

No matter how tempting the reward he offers is, I will never involve myself in the danger that may engulf the entire Backlund.

Renekton leaned back in his chair and said in a calm voice:

"Appease the people, treat their injuries secretly, and create some urban legends."

".?" Forsi stared at Renekton in confusion. Except for the last sentence, shouldn't everything else be what the Orthodox Church should do? .Does the Church of Knowledge want to spread its faith to Loen?

  "To appease the people and treat them secretly? Will this incident affect many innocent civilians?"

Forsi asked with a slight frown.

"Wherever witches appear, there is always disaster."

Renekton sighed, and then turned the topic back to the commission:

"Because of your status as a wild Beyonder, you can act in the area around the Harvest Church, and the bishop there will cooperate with you."

"Moreover, I will also give you some help, at least you will not be affected by this disaster."

Forsi lowered his head slightly, lost in thought, and unconsciously pulled the brown curly hair under his shoulder with one hand.

There was silence in the room for a while before Forsi hesitantly said:

"Although I used to be a surgeon, treating injuries is not my strong point, and apprentices don't have bonuses in this area."

Renekton nodded slightly, and then gave a detailed explanation and promise:

  "I can provide these. The main reason why I propose this commission to you is that the apprentice's ability to open doors allows you to move freely and flexibly without attracting the attention of others."

"And I will provide you with some anti-divination abilities, so that even if the official Extraordinary discovers a problem, they can't trace it."

"No problem." Forsi agreed to the commission without hesitating for too long.

It's very difficult to take Xio away tomorrow. It's hard for me to convince her without a suitable reason. It's better to accept the other party's entrustment and take Xio with me when the time comes, and sneak into the Harvest Church if there is danger.

Renekton nodded slightly, took out 200 pounds from the gold pounds given by Lawrence, and handed it to Forsi:

  "This is the reward. I'll give it to you in advance."

Then he found paper and pen, wrote down the summoning spell for his messenger, and handed it to Lawrence and Forsi respectively, so that they could contact him directly through the messenger if they had anything to do.

Jowood district, Minsk Street.

Renekton stepped into the spirit world, and his figure quickly outlined in the study.

"Huh?" His eyes fell directly on the desk. Compared with when he left, there was an extra piece of folded letter paper.

"Bernadette's reply?"

Renekton murmured to himself and walked closer. He picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it. The handwriting on it was very beautiful and he wrote:

  "Eleven o'clock tonight, on the banks of the Tasok River."

After reading it, he swung the letter in the air twice, and the paper quickly burst into flames. A breeze blew by, and all the ashes were swept out of the window.

He rummaged through the desk drawer and found 200 pounds in cash, which made up for the gold pounds Lawrence had spent on purchasing the cursed object of the ancient wraith.

Go downstairs to find a natural spirit and ask him to take the gold pound to Klein on the opposite side.

Then he returned to the study, closed his eyes slightly, pondered over his preparations and plans, and improved them.

After a while, the natural spirit who was sent to deliver the money came back with two hundred pounds in cash and a note.

"These two hundred pounds are your reward."

"Had I known it, I would have given him 1500 pounds directly. After a round of twists and turns, the two hundred pounds came back."

Renekton put the two hundred pounds in cash back into the drawer and whispered to himself.

In the evening, inside the Audra family's underground building.

Emlyn stared at the iron-black coffin in front of him with an uneasy expression. Inside lay an ancient vampire, the vampire who told him the revelation given by his ancestor.

Emlyn tried his best to make his voice less panicked and anxious as he said:

"Lord Nibais, I accept the mission of the ancestor!"

An old voice soon came out of the coffin and responded:

  "very good."

"When do you want to start? What unfulfilled wishes do you have?"       ".?" When Lord Nibais asked if he had any unfulfilled wishes, the little courage Emlyn mustered up almost completely dissipated.

He shook his teeth and said with a look of death:

  "No need! You can start now."

Soon Baron Qasimi, a descendant of Nibais, came over with candles, essential oils, herbal powders and other materials needed for the ceremony.

Emlyn stood quietly for a while, seeming to be mentally building himself up.

He glanced at the iron-black coffin with strange patterns in the center, and there seemed to be subtle fluctuations in the air around it.

Taking a deep breath, Emlyn began to perform the ritual according to the normal procedure, lighting candles, dripping in essential oils, and sprinkling in the corresponding herbal powder.

In the dense atmosphere, Emlyn lowered his head, began to meditate, and repeatedly recited the honorable name of "The Fool":

"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."

In the monotonous but rhythmic voice, Emlyn gradually relaxed and entered a wonderful state.

The body is relaxed and restrained, as if it has fallen into a deep sleep, but its own spirituality has become lively and light, constantly spreading outward.

  At this time, he felt like he was floating upwards.

This state did not last long. After two or three minutes, Emlyn returned to reality slightly tired.

He opened his eyes, looked at the iron-black coffin in the center, and said half relaxed and half disappointed:

"Lord Nibais, I got no response."

After a while, Nibais' rather hoarse voice sounded:

  "Okay, you stay here tonight to prevent unexpected situations."

"Okay!" Emlyn nodded in complete agreement.

Eleven o'clock at night, on the banks of the Tasok River.

Renekton had already been waiting here. The winter evening wind was biting and chilly. He couldn't help but stretched out his hands and rubbed them, creating a stream of warm flames around him.

Before enjoying the warmth of the flames, many green and thick pea vines suddenly hung down from the surroundings, one after another, densely packed and layered on top of each other. They were intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest with no top visible.

A pumpkin carriage suddenly appeared beside him, opening its door and inviting Renekton inside.

Is there such a sense of ritual every time you appear? I am also a secret peeper, but suddenly I feel that I am very out of style!

  With a sigh in his heart, Renekton stepped into the pumpkin carriage.

The carriage quickly followed Wandou Teng upwards, driving all the way to a fairy-tale garden.

Bernadette was sitting on a swing made of pea tents, wearing an olive green dress and an old-fashioned black soft hat, with fine gauze hanging down to cover her face.

Renekton subconsciously glanced at the slightly old-fashioned black soft hat on Bernadette's head. She seemed to like this hat very much. Maybe it was given to her by Russell?

  "Good evening, madam~" He quickly recovered his divergent thoughts and greeted the other party with a smile.

Bernadette nodded lightly, and then went directly to the topic:

"Good evening, the incarnation of an evil god has come. Even if he actively seeks death, we cannot easily kill him. How are you prepared for this?"

Renekton tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to something, then nodded slightly, picked up the bone staff hanging on his waist, and threw it into his shadow.

Immediately, he felt that the fallen thoughts in his heart were separated, mixed with something and combined with the shadow.

The next moment, the shadow under his feet suddenly came to life, rising up like water, twisting and squirming into a human-shaped dark figure.

A gleam of purple light flashed in Bernadette's eyes, and she looked at the sudden dark figure with a wary expression.

"He is part of the true Creator's will to return to normal."

Renekton reminded Bernadette aloud, telling her not to peek too much, lest she get hurt by seeing the Hanged Man.

"You can call me Sasril. Perhaps your father once mentioned me to you."

Saslier said in a calm voice without any fluctuation.

"Sasril? That deputy king of heaven?"

Bernadette only pondered for a moment, then quickly gathered her thoughts and brought the topic back on track:

  "At what level is the incarnation of the true creation? What abilities and weaknesses does it have?"

Saslier did not hesitate and spoke in a calm tone:

"It carries some of the characteristics of Elder Shuyu, but his personality is still at the level of a true god."

"The oppression brought about by His person will be solved by me and the Hidden Sage respectively. You only need to kill Him in the shortest possible time."

"With his status as a true god, he can use some of the authority and abilities of the dark angels. The power of the sun field will have a relatively strong restraining effect on him."

(End of this chapter)

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Early in the morning, Forsi took Xio out to purchase a lot of food, medicine, and some strange materials, as if he was preparing to escape.

After struggling until the afternoon, they finally prepared all the items, which occupied nearly half of the space in the living room of the house they rented.

"Forsi, can you tell me what happened now? Even if you have to run away or hide somewhere for a while, you don't need to buy so many things, right?"

Xio asked with a serious face in front of Forsi who was slumped in a chair.

It's a pity that her height of just over 1.5 meters and delicate, soft and slightly green facial features make her not intimidating at all, but she looks a little cute.

I really wanted to pinch Xio's baby-fat face, but unfortunately my hands were too sore and I didn't even want to lift them up.

Forsi muttered something secretly in his mind, then picked up the teacup on one side and drank a big sip of the black tea that had been brewed in advance. Only then did he have the energy to answer Xio's question:

  "I'm finally alive. It can be reimbursed anyway, so it's always good to prepare more things."

"Okay, Hugh, what I'm about to say next is very serious. Although it sounds a little ridiculous, you have to believe me, you know?"

"Okay, tell me quickly. How can I believe you if you don't tell me?" Xio asked very seriously.

"I got some news from a party. A big disaster is about to happen in Backlund, a disaster that will sweep the entire city."

"What party? I should know all the parties you attend."

Xio frowned slightly and asked with a worried tone.

She was a little worried that her friend would be deceived or bewitched by someone.

Forsi waved his hand and said:

"Don't interrupt in a hurry. Listen to me first."

"This is a secret party that I just joined recently. I have verified this information with Mr. Tynes. He even told me that the disaster happened today."

"To this end, he also entrusted me with a task to secretly comfort the injured people after the disaster and provide them with some treatment. He has already paid me the reward in advance, 200 pounds, and also promised to provide assistance during this disaster. Shelter us from being affected."

Xio looked suspiciously at the gloomy weather outside the window. This was very common in Backlund and not something worth worrying about.

Other than that, she didn't see any signs of the coming disaster, but her friend said it so seriously, and even pushed her to buy so many things early in the morning to prepare.

"Aren't you really deceived?" Xio said still unconvinced.

"You just need to stay at home with me and don't go out today. We can avoid any danger. It's better not to, right?"

Forsi didn't care that Xiuxiang didn't believe her, as long as she kept her friend in the house.

"I have another commission today"

"No!" Forsi sternly denied Xio's words.

Queens, outside Red Rose Manor.

Klein sat in a carriage and slowly left this luxurious manor.

He had just submitted an investigation report on Talim's death to Prince Edsac, and through a performance, he convinced the other party that he was powerless to investigate the matter.

At the same time, he told the other party that he was going to the south for a vacation and planned to relax. With the previous performance, this proposal did not arouse the suspicion of the prince.

Klein sat back in the carriage and calmly thought about his follow-up plan.

His inspiration was suddenly touched, and a figure quickly sketched out opposite him.

It was a beautiful woman wearing a heavy black dress and a sapphire ring on her finger.

"Triss!" Klein was just slightly stunned, and immediately recognized the other party.

Triss, who was sitting opposite him, was not surprised but overjoyed. She even had a sweet smile on her face and said:

  "I knew you knew me!"

"A detective with extraordinary abilities will definitely pay special attention to all wanted posters!"

The other party's reaction made Klein a little confused. He frowned slightly and said cautiously:

"What do you want to do?"

Triss pursed her lips and smiled:

"It's very simple. Report me to Nighthawks, Punishers, and Mechanical Hearts as soon as possible! Let them come here to catch me!"

Call the police to arrest yourself? This woman, uh, has been a woman for too long and is that why she is crazy? Or was there something more frightening to her than being locked up behind Chanis's door?

Thinking of this, Klein's heart gradually became heavy. He restrained his expression and asked in a deep voice:

"What are you afraid of?"

The next moment, a light yellow paper figure fell from the spiritual world, with a lifelike eye drawn on it.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen~"

Renekton's voice came out from the paper man.

"Are you provoking me? Then you succeeded."

Triss' face instantly darkened, and her voice was low, hoarse and angry.

"Al?" Klein looked at the little paper man floating in the air with some confusion. "Let me remind you, call for help as soon as possible, otherwise you will be in a mess when the meteor shower falls."

"Help? Meteor shower?" Klein became even more confused.

But at the same time, he was also quickly screening the people he could call for help in his mind. The other party deliberately reminded him that the danger he was about to encounter was unusual.

The coming of the true Creator has begun! Klein looked at the little paper man in front of him and made guesses in his mind.

"This Miss Trischik, I don't know if you heard what I said last time. The Hunter Path, which is adjacent to the Witch Path, will forcibly transform women into men when they are promoted to Sequence Four."

Renekton's voice came from the little paper man again, but this time it was addressed to Triss.

"Hunter? It was you last time!"

Triss's voice contained surprise, doubt, and a hint of hope.

Trishchick.chickchick! Klein, who was still thinking about who to ask for help, suddenly felt his scalp numb, and his whole body froze in place, as if he had been turned into a marble statue.

In Russell's diary that he saw last time, the words of the Great Emperor came to his mind repeatedly:

  "I got an ancient book, and it actually mentioned the name of the 'Original Witch'. Her name is Chic."

Drops of cold sweat broke out on Chick Klein's back, and he looked for help at the little paper man floating in the air.

Triss narrowed her eyes, and her mood seemed to suddenly become very happy. Klein felt that the charm of the other party had become stronger, and he raised his head slightly, not looking directly at the other party.

Triss noticed that Klein's gaze had shifted, and she chuckled proudly:

  "I will try to escape and divert the main force of pursuit away. Although the rest are still strong, they are no longer impossible to solve."

"Moreover, you also know such an extraordinary person who knows nothing about depth."

"I believe you can definitely escape!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure disappeared quickly and she directly entered the invisible state.

boom! The carriage door suddenly opened and then closed suddenly.

After Triss left, Klein turned his attention to the little paper man floating in the air.

Renekton's voice then sounded:

"The ceremony to welcome the arrival of the true Creator will begin soon. I can't leave you. You'd better find someone to help you quickly. When Triss is captured, Ince Zangwill, who controls 0-08, will I have the energy to deal with you."

"." Klein was silent for a moment, and then he snapped his fingers.

At the edge of the road, a small flame suddenly burst out from a dry branch and quickly grew taller.

Klein's figure emerged from it and walked out. He turned around and saw that the little yellow paper man did not follow his movements and seemed to stay in the carriage.

Klein did not wait, but kept snapping his fingers and quickly flashed deeper into the woods.

Fortunately, I had already known that accidents might occur when visiting Red Rose Manor, so I made corresponding preparations in advance.

Sighing secretly in his heart, Klein took out the copper whistle hanging around his neck from the inside of his clothes, put it in his mouth, and blew on it.

Silently, through his spiritual vision, he saw white bones pouring out of the ground like a fountain. The bones quickly gathered together and formed a giant bone messenger nearly four meters high.

Klein took out the pen and paper he carried with him and wrote down one word:

  "Help!"

Facing the threat that is likely to come from 0-08, Al cannot escape, so Mr. Azik is the best choice.

Then he quickly recited the Fool's name, prayed to himself and told about Triss.

Then he walked four steps backward into the gray fog, and threw this image of his own prayer into the crimson star that symbolized Miss Justice. At the end, he added as a fool:

  "Ha! Chike. This is the real name of the original witch!"

After doing all this, he immediately returned to reality and prepared to escape.

As soon as he took a step, his eyes suddenly brightened. He subconsciously raised his head and saw several meteorites burning with raging flames falling from the sky and crashing into the woods with an unstoppable momentum.

"There really is a meteor shower! Triss was caught so quickly?"

As soon as the idea took shape in his mind, Klein started running away.

In a hidden underground building, there is a wide hall with an altar in the middle.

On the other side of the hall, there was a hidden space. Renekton and Bernadette were staying there, quietly watching everything happening outside.

Mr. A, who was wearing a hooded robe, stood together with a bright-looking lady in a plain white robe, standing in front of an altar.

Mr. A urged the lady standing next to him in a somewhat urgent tone:

"You act quickly, I can't wait to summon my Lord to come to the world!"

The lady standing next to him showed a very charming smile, stretched out her hand and slid it on his robe.

  "So anxious? In fact, we can have a more in-depth understanding."

"My patience is limited." Mr. A turned aside his robe and spoke in a serious tone of warning.

"He is really a lunatic who doesn't understand amorous feelings."

This bright-looking lady looked a little unwilling. She didn't expect that she would be embarrassed in front of Mr. A several times in a row. This shepherd of the Aurora Society seemed to have no normal desires and was not attracted to her at all.

(End of this chapter)

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