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Chapter 251 Mr. Azik
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Chapter 251 Mr. Azik
Renekton, who was roaming in the spirit world, was suddenly touched by his spirituality. He stopped moving forward and looked curiously in the direction where his inspiration was touched.
Klein was communicating with a man with a bronze complexion and soft facial features.
Seemingly disturbed by Renekton's sight, the man raised his head and looked in Renekton's direction. A cold, indifferent gaze seemed to penetrate the spiritual world and see him.
Renekton walked directly out of the spirit world, and his figure quickly outlined opposite Klein and Azik.
He held the strange crown covered with rust and blood in his hand, took two steps closer and said with a smile:
"Good afternoon, you two. It looks like you're not too affected."
"Fortunately, I was just hit by a meteor shower, chased and killed, and got lost and broke into the advent ceremony of the true Creator."
After briefly describing his experience, Klein himself felt that his experience this afternoon was dreamy and bizarre.
Azik glanced at Renekton, his eyes lingering on the peculiar crown in his hand for a moment, and then stared at Renekton's eyes for a long time, as if he was recalling and confirming something.
Being watched by Azik, Renekton still felt like the hairs on his back stood on end, even though the other person had no ill intentions and did not use any extraordinary abilities.
It is indeed a way to kill people just by looking at each other. Even though it is just an ordinary look at each other, it still arouses my instinctive vigilance.
"You seem to know me?" Azik said with a certain tone.
Renekton was stunned for a moment, not expecting the other party to ask this question, and nodded lightly:
"I know a senior member of the Spiritual Religion, and he mentioned you in his previous letter to me."
"He asked me to remind you if I meet you by chance: don't trust the people of the Spiritual Religion, especially the Royal Family Faction and the Artificial Death God Faction. They may have other purposes for you."
Klein looked at Mr. Azik beside him with surprise. Spiritual Cult? Mr. Azik used to be a member of the Spiritual Religion?
Azik frowned slightly, as if searching for his memory, and after a moment he said:
"Spiritual Order? I have no memory of them."
Renekton considered his words and explained:
"This is normal. After all, they mainly operate in the southern continent."
"What you need to pay attention to is the leader of the Royal Faction of the Spiritual Religion. He may be the Pale Emperor of Sequence One, or he may hold a sealed artifact of the corresponding status."
"Your path has been modified somewhat by the former God of Death. Those in higher positions have absolute suppression over those in lower positions."
Speaking of this, Renekton thought of the hell general who was suppressed by Mr. Azik and turned into a secret partner, and sighed in his heart: The suppression of low-ranking people by those in the Path of Death is simply outrageous!
"Thank you for letting me know."
After Azik nodded to Renekton, his voice was flat and said without much emotion:
"I remember that I stayed in the undead sequence for a long time. Now it seems that maybe my sequence is higher than I expected."
After a slight pause, he continued:
"I have forgotten some memories and am looking for my past identity. You seem to know something, can you tell me?"
Renekton nodded slightly and said:
"I only know the identity you are most famous for."
Under Azik's expectant eyes and Klein's curious eyes, Renekton continued:
"The Death Consul of the Balang Empire in the Southern Continent was the child of the God of Death."
"Death Archon is both your title for helping the God of Death rule the Balam Empire, and also the name of your sequence."
"I don't know more about it"
Hearing this, Azik closed his eyes as if reminiscing. After a long time, he opened his eyes again. His eyes were slightly stunned and confused, as if he had recalled some memories beyond his imagination.
Then he sighed slightly and said:
"Thank you for informing me. This reminds me of some memories. Although it is not very clear, I may really be the death consul of the Balam Empire."
"It's just some unimportant information. Maybe one day you meet an old friend and you can learn more information from them."
Renekton waved his hand gently, then his eyes fell back to the strange crown he held in his hand and said:
"I still have to deal with it, so I'll take my leave."
As he spoke, Renekton stretched out his free left hand and grasped it in mid-air, then opened the door in a rotating motion.
A burst of light blue light spread out like ripples, and a "door" was opened in front of him that connected to a certain place in the spiritual world.
After Klein and Azik nodded, Renekton stepped directly in, and the illusory "door" disappeared.
Azik quickly looked away and said in a calm voice:
"The strange crown in his hand is also a level 0 sealed item."
"But compared to the quill in Ince Zangwill's hand, the one in his hand is more like a pure angel-level extraordinary characteristic." "Level 0 sealed object?"
Klein swallowed unconsciously. The Level 0 Sealed Artifact he was most familiar with was 0-08. That quill made him see the weirdness and horror of Level 0 Sealed Artifacts.
Then he turned to look at Klein and reminded:
"You'd better stay away from Backlund in the near future. Ince Zangwill may use that level 0 sealed artifact to retaliate against you, relying on your pseudonym."
"As long as you are not active in Backlund, there will be no problem. The impact of that sealed artifact will not exceed a big city."
It's pretty much what I guessed. There is a scope limit, otherwise Ince Zangwill wouldn't have stayed in Backlund. After thinking for a moment, Klein considered and asked:
"Is it okay to briefly go back to Backlund for a day or half a day? I can change my identity and appearance."
"It's not a big problem."
Azik nodded slightly, then looked back at the distance that was no longer visible, and said in a very calm voice:
"I seem to be targeted by the powerful beings of the Church of the Night. You'd better not follow me to avoid being affected."
"Oh, they are always interested in the extraordinary properties related to the God of Death."
"Yeah" Klein nodded solemnly, and then explained his plan:
"I'm going to go to sea, digest the potion, and look for mermaids at the same time. This is the ritual needed for my promotion."
Azik turned his head and recalled for a moment:
"Mermaids? Is it okay to turn into undead mermaids? I can find at least four."
"No" Klein shook his head helplessly.
He had previously asked for clues about the mermaid in a Tarot meeting, and after getting the answer from Renekton, he used a ritual to ask the question to Red Light El Moria, and the answer he got was:
The mermaid's singing is a kind of neutralization, a kind of balance, which is used to help the initiates resist the corruption of their own "spiritual threads" by the "Master of Secret Puppet" potion.
Theoretically, any voice with similar effects or extraordinary abilities can replace the mermaid's singing, but people who have not experienced it personally cannot distinguish the subtle differences at all.
The reader's ability to analyze and simulate may be able to create a voice that replaces the mermaid's singing, but only if they have experienced and analyzed the mermaid's singing. Otherwise, this ritual can be easily solved by asking Al for help.
Azik nodded lightly and stopped mentioning the undead mermaid. Instead, he took out a glove that was as thin as human skin from his pocket, handed it to Klein and said:
"This is the relic of the pirate general. I have awakened the relevant memories and no longer need it. I have made a certain seal. It will not be hungry normally, but after each use, it must be fed with the flesh and soul of a human being. it."
"If you need anything, you can contact me via message."
Jowood district, Minsk Street.
Renekton's figure quickly appeared in the room.
He immediately found a small metal box, temporarily placed the conqueror's characteristics inside, and isolated it with a spiritual wall.
Then he took out the ingredients for the prophet's potion that he had already prepared, raised his right hand slightly, and a ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in his palm.
Stars emerged one after another on the surrounding walls, densely packed and dazzling. .
These stars shed light one after another, building a barrier that isolates the inside and outside.
Then, he took out a prophet's attribute wrapped in translucent amber from the hidden pocket on the inside of his coat. The outer layer of translucent amber instantly turned into dots of light and dissipated.
He gently raised his hand, and the prophetic characteristics like a crystal ball floated into the air automatically.
Immediately afterwards, the materials that had been prepared floated up one by one, mixed with the characteristics of the prophet, spinning and merging in the air, and finally turned into a silver-white liquid and fell into the transparent glass bottle.
Renekton brought the glass bottle containing the prophet's potion to his eyes and looked at the potion carefully.
It is pure silvery white, with strange symbols constantly rising and falling inside. These strange symbols are entangled and influence each other, forming closed circles.
I delayed for some time, hoping that the effects of the ceremony had not worn off yet.
Renekton murmured softly, and then poured the potion directly into his mouth.
The moment he entered the potion, Renekton felt that he was in a trance, and layers of things around him were constantly reflected in his eyes and engraved in his mind.
This is a feeling that is more uncomfortable than the knowledge instillation from the Hidden Sage. The instilled knowledge is always limited, but at this moment Renekton feels that the whole world has changed in his eyes, and everything reflects the corresponding information. They want to be reflected in your eyes and penetrate into your mind.
As his thoughts gradually became chaotic, an inexplicably familiar, unique, and clear trace came into view. It surrounded the surroundings like an invisible barrier, blocking the erosion of most information.
It is like a ball of pitch black ink, blackening all the colors close to it.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 252 Prophets and Mystics
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Chapter 252 Prophets and Mystics
After feeling relieved, Renekton gradually began to find himself again and collect his thoughts.
In his cognition, the information that swarmed into his eyes and was engraved in his mind was now transformed into countless intertwined silver-white thin lines, colliding, entangled, and influencing each other.
They are like traces of the existence of everything, from birth to the present and extending into the future.
It seems that as long as you look at them, you can clearly see their past and future.
All the silver-white thin lines are intertwined and converge into a mighty long river. It transcends time and space and is a long river of destiny.
Is it a manifestation of the long river of destiny? After coming back to his senses, Renekton whispered to himself.
His eyes looked towards the somewhat illusory future, where the thin silver threads were entangled and chaotic, even branching out, as if there were countless possible developments, like a mess.
The general future direction can only be judged through past and present developments.
When your attention is focused on a certain thin line or a certain place, you can rely on your own judgment to sort them out and find the most likely future.
Withdrawing his gaze, Renekton followed his own feelings and looked back. He quickly found the thin white line that extended to his own destiny.
They are one after another, like a fishing net scattered into the water, constantly swaying and entangled under the wash of the water.
Because this was his own destiny, Renekton saw it very clearly. Looking back at his past destiny, he felt a very abrupt and incongruous feeling.
It was as if fate had been cut off and then re-grafted. Just by staring at it, Renekton knew what was going on.
Then he looked towards the future. The dense, semi-illusory silver threads spread out into countless branches, making it impossible to tell which one was the real future.
Renekton's eyes kept looking farther away. The directions of these branches of destiny were very unified. They were moving closer to a fixed future. In places where they couldn't see clearly, they merged with a larger destiny, just like the convergence of streams. Into the sea.
What does it mean? Will the world finally end? Is the original Creator destined to awaken? Or have I lived to the end of the universe?
Renekton muttered to himself in confusion for a moment, and soon he felt that his spirituality was unstable. It seemed that his action of peering into the future had consumed too much spirituality.
Then he restrained his spirituality and gaze, and the silvery white around him quickly faded and disappeared. The desk, walls, wall lamps, and bookshelves all returned to their normal appearance. The scene he just saw was like an illusion he had when he was dazzled.
"I didn't expect that the way the prophet peeks into the future is like this. It feels like a combination of occult divination and big data deduction."
Renekton sat back on the chair and muttered to himself, then closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body.
The Sequence Four prophet only added an extraordinary ability called "Eye of Destiny".
Its effect is just like what Renekton saw just now. He can see the traces of the fate of the surrounding things. Relying on knowledge, connection and understanding, he can deduce the most likely one among countless futures.
In addition, there is a lot of higher-level occult knowledge in the field of destiny in his mind, but these can only be regarded as by-products of the Eye of Destiny's ability.
At the same time, the abilities belonging to the pre-sequence have also been upgraded to the level of sequence four.
Moreover, Renekton felt that he had already digested nearly half of the prophet's potion he had just taken.
He opened his eyes in disbelief and felt it again to confirm that it was not his illusion.
"What did I do? Let the prophet's potion digest so much?"
While mumbling to himself, he came up with an idea.
The next moment, he stretched out his right hand forward, grabbed it in mid-air, and a burning match suddenly appeared in his hand.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scene turned into a lane corner of a small town, with heavy snowflakes falling in the sky.
He gently blew out the match in his hand, and everything around him suddenly disappeared, leaving only the extinguished match in his hand and white smoke floating gently.
"Really? The little match girl."
Renekton lowered his eyes and groaned with some unknown meaning.
He roughly understood why the prophet's potion directly digested so much. The fate he had just glimpsed when he was promoted was not due to his promotion to the prophet, but resonated with his own sage characteristics.
It seems that because of his actions just now, that characteristic has further integrated with himself. Now he is not only a prophet, but also a mystic.
Maybe it's because he used the sage's characteristics just now with the help of Sasril, but isn't this a bit too easy? I don't even feel anything, even if it's because I was promoted just now.
Renekton frowned slightly. This unexpected development reminded him of many details that he had subconsciously ignored before: The fusion of the characteristics of the secret-seeing path has never seemed to have an impact on me other than oppressing human nature. Even I There is not much to play and digest, but there is no feeling of burden at all. It is as if I have mastered these from the beginning, and the process of integrating the characteristics is just to get them back.
On the contrary, every promotion and digestion of the reader path has a very obvious impact on me.
"Why have I never noticed this before? Is this influence external, or does it come from myself?"
Renekton frowned and whispered to himself.
It feels like I should have become an angel when I landed, but due to unknown reasons, I was sidetracked by the characteristics of the reader path and had to start over. But this doesn't seem to make sense.
The God of Knowledge may know a lot, but He will certainly not tell me. Moreover, His attitude towards me is so good that it is scary.
He may have the idea of indirectly controlling the Wilderness of Knowledge through me. With His wisdom, whether it is steam or hidden sages, it is not impossible to replace them. This should be His last choice. After all, the Wilderness of Knowledge cannot be refreshed and resurrected. Ability, strong jump path, going crazy is the best result.
Phew~ Renekton leaned on the back of the chair and sighed, reaching out and pressing his forehead. There were so many things that I couldn't figure out, and sometimes I even doubted whether I was human.
He had a hunch that as long as he integrated the characteristics of the sage and became an angel, he could solve all the doubts, and there was no risk in doing so. It was something that belonged to him.
But he intuitively felt that now was not the right time. He still needed more accumulation, more experience, and more knowledge.
Suddenly, he turned to look out the window. The prophet's intuition told him that the fate of the entire city of Backlund had undergone some subtle changes, changes that were biased towards the good.
"Destiny. He finally got promoted?"
Whispering softly, Renekton stood up from the armchair and took a step forward. His figure quickly became transparent and disappeared into the room.
On the outskirts of the Western District, there is an ancient underground ruins with a Quaternary style.
William Augustus I, who was wearing a big cloak and had a majestic temperament, looked at a handsome man with black hair and golden eyes, a straight dress, mature and elegant in front of him.
He was the military demigod who rushed to the scene when Kapin was killed last time - Selt.
The gaze from William Augustus I, the founder of Loen, made him tremble even as a demigod. He could clearly feel the sweat on his forehead.
"The conqueror attribute we handed over to the Witch Sect was robbed, and it was two angels from the Church of the Night and the Aurora Society who took action at the same time."
William Augustus I narrowed his eyes slightly and repeated the news that Selt had just reported to him in a very calm tone.
Even though the founder of the country in front of him did not show any majesty, Selt still felt that his soul was trembling because of the other party's anger. He said with sweat on his forehead:
"Yes, that's what the witch who returned to Backlund said. I've made certain confirmations, and she didn't lie."
"We have given them the conqueror characteristics. If they are taken away, it is their own business."
"But since they were snatched away in Loen and on the outskirts of Backlund, we should help them find them. You are responsible for this matter. Don't destroy the cooperation between us and the Witch Sect."
William Augustus I said without any fluctuations in his tone.
"I understand!" Selt saluted solemnly and then retreated.
He understood what the founder meant. The things were taken away after being handed over to the Witch Sect and had nothing to do with them. However, in order to maintain the cooperation between the two parties, they must show a clear attitude.
The Aurora Society actually has an angel hiding in Backlund. If it hadn't been for the purpose of snatching the conqueror characteristics this time, he probably wouldn't have been exposed. Who is the angel who appeared in this incident from the Church of the Night?
The Aurora Society also cooperated with the royal family during this smog incident. We cannot directly investigate them. They are a group of lunatics. Once it is exposed that the royal family was behind the smog incident, several major churches will definitely hear about it. When the news came, we could only conduct some investigations into the Church of the Night, and we had to prevent the Witch Sect from angering the madmen of the Aurora Society.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 253 The aftermath of the disaster
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Chapter 253 The aftermath of the disaster
Green and thick pea vines covered the surrounding area like a heavy rain. They were entangled and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, with layers stacked up, and the top could not be seen at all.
Bernadette sat in front of her on a high-backed chair made of pea vines, and the aura on her body became more distant than before.
At first glance, it gives people an extremely sacred and wise feeling.
Renekton took a few steps closer and saluted slightly:
"You've been promoted."
Bernadette nodded gently and said:
"Remember what you said earlier?"
"Above the sequence." Renekton nodded slightly in response, and then chuckled:
"I thought you didn't care much about this. You didn't show any curiosity at all."
"Restraining one's excessive curiosity is the most important rule for a secret peeper!"
Bernadette said with emotion.
Renekton nodded slightly. He fully agreed with Bernadette's words. The probability of a secret peeping person dying from peeping into unknown things is far greater than dying from fighting.
After pondering for a moment, he asked thoughtfully:
"Can it take a few days? Sasriel is still sleeping, and there are some things that need to be confirmed with Him."
Bernadette stared at Renekton for a moment, and before Renekton wanted to explain, she nodded slightly.
The surrounding pea vines, like a green forest, quickly shrank and disappeared. In a moment, those pea vines and Bernadette's figure disappeared without a trace.
The dock area, a deserted corner.
Renekton's figure quickly emerged. He looked left and right, and his eyes quickly locked onto Destiny, whose spirituality emanating from his body had not yet completely subsided.
Destiny glanced at Renekton with a feeling, waited for him to take a few steps closer, and then said in a helpless voice:
"This disaster was much more serious than I expected, but it also ended much faster than I expected. There are other people or forces secretly preventing this disaster."
"What I can do is just make the three major churches react faster and prevent this disaster from breaking out at the most terrible time."
Is this destiny? Through some people and some chance, things are pushed in a coincidental but reasonable direction.
Renekton thought for a moment and finally sighed:
"Destiny is always unpredictable."
"Yes, especially for monsters like us who walk on the path of destiny. The more we know about destiny, the more we revere it and lose ourselves."
Destiny sighed as if he was also affected.
His words made Renekton think of Ouroleus who was following Zhenzao. He seemed to lack himself and always looked dull.
"By the way, this is for you. I picked it up when I was in the East District before. It seems that the official Beyonders haven't had time to clean up the mess there."
"This is of no use to me. Extraordinaries of the destiny path cannot carry these magical items. This is a requirement of destiny."
While he was talking, Destiny handed over a palm-sized mirror, which was engraved with complicated and simple patterns and had an unusual charm.
After just a brief glance, Renekton found it difficult to take his eyes away from it.
"Witch, Panatia?" Renekton asked in confusion.
"If no other witch died over there today, then it should come from the one you are talking about."
Destiny nodded slightly in response.
Renekton was not polite and reached out to take it. A layer of starlight floated, then quickly shrank, solidifying into a translucent amber, isolating the mirror.
In the East District, in a deserted and dirty alley, Renekton's figure was quickly outlined.
He quickly walked out of the alley and onto the street outside. He was surrounded by corpses and weak and coughing people. They were mainly old people, weak young people and children.
An imperceptible color flashed in Renekton's eyes, and he saw the situation of the people around him more clearly.
The spiritual color of each of them is very weak, and their lungs and breathing are severely infected. Even if they survive this disaster, they will have serious sequelae in their future lives, and they may even be slightly weaker. , or people who have not received good treatment will not be able to survive this disaster at all.
This is the meaning of civilization and progress. Walking on the street, Renekton suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.
During a casual stroll, he came to a workers' association, which was a secret stronghold of the Aurora Society.
There is a small red building not far away, with a huge red cross hanging on the wall. This is a workers' mutual aid organization established under the promotion of the Aurora Society. The name was given by Renekton, called "Red Cross Mutual Aid Society" ".
Here were gathered workers, frail from contracting the disease, and their families.
The Aurora Society had long been prepared for this disaster, but with its huge population base, the previous preparations seemed ineffective.
While Renekton was looking around, a young-looking man with outstanding facial features noticed him and leaned over the crowd.
In Renekton's eyes, this man's face seemed to be covered with a vague curtain of darkness. A black knight, will Aurora be the new person in charge of Backlund?
When Renekton was sizing him up, he had already approached and said in a calm voice:
"Your Majesty the Envoy of God, I am Kesma, taking over from Mr. A to spread the Protestant faith in Backlund!" "Are you the only one?" Lake frowned slightly.
Taking away the characteristics of the conqueror, the royal family and the Witch Sect will definitely continue to cause trouble for the Aurora Society in the future, especially the Witch Sect. The royal family may only do it secretly, but the Witch Sect may not necessarily do so.
A slightly hidden crazy smile appeared on Kesma's handsome face and said:
"His Royal Highness the Angel of Destiny will stay in Backlund in the near future."
"And the Lord has sent a new oracle. We will stop preaching in Backlund and only retain our existing beliefs."
Renekton nodded slightly and stopped continuing the topic. Instead, he asked Kosma to take him to the place where the treatment of people infected with the plague was concentrated.
Entering the demigod stage, Renekton easily simulated the holy light that combines vitality and purifying power unique to the unicorn figure.
A stream of pure and clear warm light illuminates every corner of the surroundings, purifying the surrounding air and the virus on the infected people, while the gentle vitality makes up for their weak bodies.
Under the leadership of Kosma, Renekton treated all the infected people at each centralized treatment point.
He controls the degree of treatment. Although the infected person will not be cured directly, it can alleviate their pain and will not leave too serious sequelae after the disease is subsequently treated.
Even Renekton couldn't heal everyone. That would already fall into the category of a miracle.
The next morning, in the Harvest Church in the south area of Daqiao.
When Renekton came here, he happened to see a transparent and illusory unicorn figure moving away from here.
It spread its wings made of transparent crystal, penetrated the wall, and flew into the air, leaving a layer of less obvious light behind it, silently healing the people below.
Renekton withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Forsi, who had just completed a ritual. Her face was a little pale. It seemed that she had performed several rituals during this period and consumed too much spiritual energy.
Renekton approached and said in a calm voice:
"You can slow down the frequency a little. You are still at Sequence Eight, and you don't have that much spiritual energy to consume."
Forsi glanced at Renekton who came over at some point with tired eyes, nodded slightly, and said with a faint smile:
"I used to be a doctor. Even though that has been a long time ago, when I see patients, I always want to help if I can."
Renekton nodded slightly in understanding and said:
"I still suggest you take a good rest first. Moreover, this is the Earth Church. Both the priests and volunteers here have good pharmacological knowledge. They can handle these patients."
"What nonsense are you talking about! Can't you see that I'm already crazy busy? If you have nothing to do, just help me deliver these potions to the hall."
The volunteer in Renekton's mouth greeted him with an expression on his face.
After Emlyn finished speaking, he turned his head, scooped up the dark liquid in the large iron pot with an iron spoon, and put it into the glass bottles and glasses next to it.
He glanced at the empty iron pot, and then counted the prepared potions.
"Let me help, Mr. White."
Forsi approached very familiarly.
Emlyn did not refuse, and Renekton followed them to deliver the potion prepared by Emlyn to the hall.
In the hall originally used for prayer, most of the seats had been removed, and tattered quilts were spread on the floor, in which lay sleeping or moaning plague-infected people.
After about ten minutes, all the potions were distributed to the infected people to drink, and then they returned to the altar.
Emlyn complained to Father Utravsky:
"You should find two more volunteers!"
Father Utravsky did not respond to this topic, but looked at the patients and said with a gentle smile:
"They should be able to recover in a day or two, thanks to the strange unicorn that Ms. Fors summoned."
"No, it's nothing, I'm just completing the commission."
Forsi was a little embarrassed to accept the complimentary wave of hands.
Emlyn also glanced at Forsi. He was very interested in the ritual magic of summoning unicorns, but he did not speak at this time. This was not in line with the image of a noble vampire.
He looked at the tall priest and said casually:
"Father, I didn't expect you to accept heretics. Only two or three of them are believers of the Mother Goddess."
"They are also lives, innocent lives."
Father Utravsky smiled nonchalantly.
Emlyn stayed for a few seconds, exhaled, and then said:
"Father, I have found a solution to the psychological suggestion. Maybe I will leave here soon."
Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked at the somewhat arrogant vampire. At this time, he should have prayed to the Fool and relieved his psychological suggestion, but he did not immediately mock him happily, but continued to work here.
As if feeling a little uncomfortable under his direct gaze, Emlyn glared back and said:
"What are you looking at me for? Have you forgotten what you came to do? Or have you also decided to believe in the Mother Earth?"
"Also?" Renekton raised his eyebrows and continued:
"I'm here to say goodbye to the priest. I will leave Backlund in a few days."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 254 Farewell
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Chapter 254 Farewell
"Leave Backlund?" Forsi looked at Renekton in surprise and blurted out.
Renekton nodded slightly and said:
"Yes, I will wander on the sea for a while, collect some properties and gold pounds, and then go to the Southern Continent."
"How do you go to sea to collect characteristics? There are also gold pounds. Are you planning to salvage the sunken ship?"
Emlyn didn't respond and asked curiously.
Father Utravsky, who had been a pirate at sea, quickly reacted. He looked at Renekton with a solemn look before saying:
"There are many pirates active on the sea, and the official forces of various countries have bounties on them. For those at the level of pirate generals and kings, although each official force has different bounties for them, they all reach tens of thousands of pounds, or even hundreds of thousands of pounds. "
"Pirates of that level are not only powerful themselves, they also have a powerful force behind them."
Renekton nodded slightly, and he could tell that Father Utravsky's last words were warning him.
"It's not fun to run around outside with dolls. It's not interesting to stay at home. When I get rid of the psychological suggestion, I will stay in the room for a week, not a month!"
Emlyn curled his lips. As an otaku, he couldn't understand the other person's life of running around.
Father Utravsky looked at Emlyn without any change in his expression and said:
"Actually, you don't need to find a way. After a while, the psychological suggestion will naturally be lifted, and you can freely choose whether to come to church."
"The psychological hint I left is just to ask you to come back to the church every day. I hope you can experience the preciousness of life and the joy of harvest in the process."
"Then the effect of psychological suggestion is only to make me return to the church?"
Emlyn's expression was dull for a moment.
"Yes."
"Haha" Renekton, who was watching this scene silently, couldn't help laughing.
Emlyn followed the sound, his red eyes stared at Renekton, his lips opened and closed, and he uttered with some gritted teeth:
"You already knew?"
"I know!" Renekton nodded bluntly and added at the end:
"If you were careful enough or determined enough, you would have discovered it a long time ago."
"." He wanted to ask Renekton why he didn't tell him about this earlier. He was almost inspired to become a devout believer of the Mother Goddess, but he opened his mouth but said nothing.
No, no! My faith belongs to the moon and the ancestors!
Renekton turned his head and glanced at Forsi, who was eating melon next to him and was stunned. He felt that the other person was thinking about how to make Emlyn's deeds become another novel character in her works.
"Then I'll take my leave first. May life be with you."
Renekton ignored Emlyn, who was still struggling, and Forsi, who was eating melon. He put his arms around each other in an embrace, saluted Father Utravsky in the etiquette of the Earth Church, and left directly.
Above the gray mist, inside the magnificent ancient palace.
Renekton sat on his own high-backed chair. He looked at the top of the long bronze table, where sat Klein who was not covered by the gray fog.
The two looked at each other, and Renekton was the first to break the silence:
"Hehe, there are only two of us sitting here, I feel a little uncomfortable."
"Me too." Klein nodded lightly.
Then he stretched out his hand towards the pile of debris covered by thick gray fog, and a strange crown covered with rust and blood automatically flew into his hand.
After taking the characteristics of this conqueror in his hand and sizing it up, Klein controlled it to float in front of Renekton, and then asked curiously:
"What is this? It's of a very high level, somewhat like a level 0 sealed object."
"A copy of the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence One."
Renekton's eyes were filled with a layer of light blue fluorescence. Only in a place above the gray fog could he dare to study the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence One.
"Warrior? Or hunter?" Klein asked. This was a guess he made based on the feeling the crown gave him.
"Hunter Path, Sequence One: Conqueror."
"This was prepared for Medici by the True Creator. The unlucky ghost is now only an evil spirit and was sent away by Adam."
"He won't be able to use this characteristic for the time being, so he will leave it with you first. It's safer and won't be divined by people from the Witch Sect. You can use it if you need it. Through this gray mist, you should be able to Take advantage of it to a certain extent."
After briefly explaining the origin of this characteristic, Renekton began to study it intently. Above this gray fog, he used this characteristic to display various extraordinary abilities without any scruples.
For a moment, flames, thunder, and ice flew in the area above the gray fog, and the magnificent ancient palace was soon dilapidated.
After studying it for a while, he estimated that the limit of Klein's spiritual support was approaching. The light blue fluorescence in Renekton's eyes dissipated and he placed the strange crown on the long bronze table. Klein waved his hand, and the dilapidated palace instantly returned to its original state.
Renekton turned to look at Klein and explained his doubts about the sage characteristics in his body. Finally, he asked very seriously:
"Do you think there is anything wrong with my condition? Or do you have any guesses?"
Renekton looked at Klein expectantly. He wanted to know if Klein, with the blessing of Sefirah Castle's Destiny Beacon, could give some suggestions or opinions.
"." Klein was silent. He didn't know how to answer this kind of question. I haven't even figured out my own problem yet.
After pondering for a moment, Klein considered his words and said:
"Maybe, as you think, that sage characteristic originally belonged to you, and now it's just integrating with you again."
"Or, just like I can freely use the characteristics of the Secret Puppet Master of the Seer Path here, your specialness allows you to easily control the characteristics of the Secret Peeper Path."
"The characteristics of easily controlling the secret-peeping path." Renekton murmured softly. He felt that the latter guess was more likely.
However, doesn't this mean that I, like the Hidden Sage, are polluted and controlled by the Wilderness of Knowledge? Perhaps, I should find an item of the Secret Peeper's path to test.
After finalizing an idea in his mind, he asked again:
"Then do you think I'm human?"
"Huh?" Klein was a little stunned when he was asked. He felt that his little friend needed Miss Justice's treatment. No, Miss Justice is still a mind reader, and it will be some time before she can become a psychiatrist.
Although he was slandering the other party in his heart, Klein still considered his words:
"Although I don't quite agree with some of your views, if what you want to ask about is human nature, you undoubtedly have it, and I think you still maintain it well."
Renekton nodded slightly, no longer dwelling on this topic, and instead said:
"I foresee some futures. Your brother and sister are coming to Backlund. Do you want to meet them?"
"When?"
Klein was stunned for a moment, then asked.
Renekton briefly recalled:
"Soon, January 1rd, steam train."
Klein took a deep breath and leaned back against the back of the chair. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a second or two, he pursed his lips tightly and said:
"I understand, thank you!"
After a period of silence, the two found that they had nothing to communicate, and Klein ended the gathering between them.
Crimson light rose up like a tide, and Renekton was in a daze for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he was already back in the study.
The next moment, there was a knock on the door downstairs.
Renekton turned his head and looked over there, a purple halo flashing in his eyes. Through the barriers, he saw Destiny knocking on the door.
Then he raised his right hand slightly, held it in mid-air, then turned his wrist and pulled it back, like opening a door.
A burst of light blue like water waves passed by, and a "door" connected to the door downstairs was opened.
The next moment, Destiny came over from the other side of the "door" with a faint smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.
Destiny nodded slightly and chuckled:
"Fate tells me that this is the right time to visit and say goodbye. I will set out to track down the whereabouts of the prophet's characteristics."
Renekton nodded unexpectedly and asked curiously:
"Where is that prophetic characteristic? In what way does it exist?"
"I know the specific whereabouts of only two copies of the prophet's attributes. One is in the Eternal Sun Church, numbered 0-24. It is called the Scroll of Disaster. It is extremely dangerous and has almost no chance of obtaining it."
"There is another one floating on the sea, in the form of a ghost ship. Its appearance cannot be predicted, and few people even know its existence. It has a not-so-resounding name, called the Casino of Destiny, and it is also mine. Target."
Destiny narrated like a memory, with almost no ups and downs in his tone, as if he didn't care about the obstacles and difficulties he would encounter.
In the casino of fate, does it depend on which side fate favors more? If you are lucky, you will become a prophet and leave directly. If you are not lucky, the prize pool on the ship will accumulate again.
"I should go."
"Although I didn't get any inspiration from fate, I intuitively believe that we will meet again on the vast sea."
Destiny said something like a magician before turning and leaving.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 255 At least you can sleep with them
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Chapter 255 At least you can sleep with them
Woo!
The steam train station roared, bringing countless hopeful people to Backlund.
The sky was still bright at this time, and coupled with the strong wind that had blown from the Holy Wind Cathedral, the fog in the entire Backlund sky had become much thinner, and the gas street lights hanging on the platform had not been lit yet.
The bustling crowd poured out of the steam train. A man with black hair and brown eyes, who was somewhat similar to Klein, and with an old-looking face, was very experienced in protecting the thin, slightly pale girl next to him.
They walked out of the station following the flow of people, and suddenly, they felt a line of sight sweeping across them at the same time.
Looking back following their intuition, Benson and Melissa saw a young gentleman with neat black hair.
The young gentleman pressed his hat and looked past them into the distance.
Klein, who had changed his appearance, carried his suitcase and passed by them expressionlessly. He faced the large number of people pouring into Backlund, the "City of Hope", and walked through the departure station.
"Don't you say hello to them?"
Klein turned his head and looked around. Not far to his right, where the crowd of people around him subconsciously avoided, Renekton stood there very relaxed, as if he was not in the same world as the noisy and crowded crowd around him. Out of place.
Klein's eyes darkened, he lowered the brim of his hat and whispered:
"No, I don't want to bring trouble and danger to them. Klein Moretti has already died in the Tingen incident. My appearance now will only add to the sorrow and will probably bring danger to them."
"I still suggest you give them a bottle of magic potion. Improving your strength is the best way to avoid danger."
Klein was silent for a moment, then avoided the topic and said:
"Why did you come to see me?"
Renekton glanced at Klein lightly, and seeing that he didn't want to talk about potions, he followed the topic:
"I would like to ask you to help me take care of Bugs Bunny for a while."
"Take care of Bugs Bunny?" Klein was stunned for a moment. That rabbit has already reached sequence seven, does it still need to be taken care of?
Renekton chuckled and said:
"To be precise, I stay with you as a locator."
"Under the influence of fate, you will encounter many high-level things, and among them are what I want to find. It is more effective than me actively looking for them and waiting for them to bump into themselves."
"So, you're saying that I will be unlucky enough to get involved in various incidents? And I can also be your fishing bait by the way?"
Klein used his clown ability to control his expression and looked deeply at Renekton, but did not refuse.
Bugs Bunny is a part-time doctor, soldier and chef. When he is in trouble, he can also summon the boss. Who can refuse?
Klein looked at Renekton's feet, but did not see the familiar figure of Bugs Bunny.
"It's packing things at home, and I still have a magical item for it that I haven't made yet. I'll send it to you in two days."
As he spoke, Renekton handed Klein the branch with his messenger summoning method written on it, then waved goodbye, turned and walked into the crowd, and his figure quickly disappeared from Klein's sight.
Hmm. It seems that my next journey will not go smoothly. Klein sighed inwardly with a little anxiety.
The conversation just now, coupled with his experiences during this period, made him doubt whether he had a similar physique to Conan, and incidents would happen wherever he went.
West End, Burklund Street.
Renekton's figure quietly appeared in the deserted corner, the light blue fluorescence in his eyes suddenly floated, and the world around him changed in his eyes.
His eyes deepened, looking through the layers of barriers to the future here, looking for the footprints of the demigod parasitic on the mouse, trying to determine when he would appear here.
Having rashly predicted a strange demigod, Renekton felt as if his spirituality was passing away like a deflated balloon.
Before his spirituality was about to dry up, he finally found a trace from the chaotic future.
He closed his eyes slightly, calmed down, then opened his eyes again, looked at a sewer entrance not far away, couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth, and murmured softly:
"next month"
After getting the result he wanted, Renekton turned around and took two steps forward, his figure quickly fading and disappearing.
East End, in a cheap hotel room.
Triss looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of her with a solemn expression. If she hadn't realized that she had been completely locked by the opponent's energy, she would have hidden herself and escaped as soon as she noticed the spiritual fluctuations.
"Have you been promoted?" Triss said in an incomprehensible voice.
This feeling, the sense of oppression he brought to me was stronger than that of the desperate lady. He should have just been promoted. How could he give me this feeling?
"Is this something of concern?"
Renekton glanced at the witch in front of him and quietly entered an absolutely rational state. This was the best way to resist the witch's charm.
Before Triss could speak, he continued: "Do you want to avenge your lover, Prince Edsac? Or do you want to become a man again?"
Triss wanted to deny it directly, but Renekton's indifferent and extremely calm attitude made her a little worried. If her answer did not satisfy the other party, she might be killed in the next moment.
She pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, then spoke carefully:
"What do you want? Or what do you need me to do for you?"
"It's easy to talk to smart people." A smile appeared on Renekton's lips, and after a slight pause, he continued:
"I'm about to leave Backlund, so I need someone to help me do something here."
"I'm just a witch in the pleasure phase."
Triss answered very carefully.
Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled:
"It's very simple. Find some ordinary people with mechanical talents and train them into extraordinary people on the general path. The purpose is not to digest magic potions and improve their strength, but just to let them invent and create with peace of mind."
"I can provide you with the iron-blooded knight's potion formula and the corresponding potion main ingredients to help you avenge your prince."
"Of course, these will depend on the completion of your mission."
"He is not my prince, he is just an unlucky guy."
Triss retorted somewhat angrily, and then said in a hoarse voice:
"How can you guarantee what you say? How will the completion of the task be judged?"
"We can sign a contract in the presence of the great being."
"As far as finish, it's simple, the quantity of people you find, and the quality."
Renekton smiled and took out a notarized certificate that he had prepared before he came, and handed it to Triss.
It is not difficult for him to imitate the abilities of a notary and produce a notarial deed.
Triss took the notarization with a somewhat unwilling expression, knowing that she could not refuse.
When she was checking whether there were any problems with the notarial certificate, Renekton said to himself:
"In a few days, I will give you a magical item that can change your appearance. I think you need it very much now, unless you like to hide in places like sewers all the time."
"Remember to change your name back. It is too closely related to the original witch."
"My name? Chi.K.?"
Triss's expression was confused at first, and then turned into shock. She subconsciously wanted to pronounce the name, but cautiously waited for two seconds before saying the complete word.
"Don't read it casually, as it may attract attention."
He didn't say who would easily attract attention, but Triss had already reacted, and her face suddenly turned pale.
She had some doubts about whether she had stepped into the conspiracy of the Witch Cult since she took the assassin potion.
He and Triss each wrote their names on the notarial certificate. Renekton snapped his fingers, and the notarial certificate disappeared in a golden flame.
He could clearly feel that there was something like a restraint falling on his spirit body, which meant that the notarization had been established.
Renekton reached forward and opened a "door" in mid-air that connected to his rental place. Before leaving, he told Triss the ritual required by the Iron-Blooded Knight, which was regarded as an advance payment:
"Form a team of at least thirty people, cultivate a deep comradeship with them, let them become stronger one after another, cooperate with each other tacitly, understand their own meaning based on their eyes and movements, and become almost one with each other, and then they will form a ceremony."
"The higher the team's strength and tacit understanding, the better the effect of the ritual. This shouldn't be too difficult for you witches. At least you can convince them."
Before Triss could become completely angry, Renekton stepped into the spirit world and left it.
Back on Minsk Street, Renekton took out his biologist traits and prepared to create a magical item for Bugs Bunny.
The next moment, he was in a daze, his eyes seemed to be covered with a gray substance, and his whole person became quiet and dull.
A scene unfolded in his field of vision, with two huge sailing ships chasing each other on the sea.
The chased sailboat was dozens of meters long, clean and tidy, and reflected a golden color in the sunlight. The sailboat behind it was mainly black and red, which made it hard to see clearly.
The picture only appeared for a short two or three seconds before suddenly disappearing, and Renekton's eyes regained color.
Golden Dream and Tree of Flesh, are you urging me to go to Golden Dream?
(End of this chapter)