Chapter 381 Long-term commission,
provide a lot? "Justice" Audrey, "Magician" Fors, "Hanged Man" Alger, and "Moon" Emlyn almost turned their heads at the same time, looking at Renekton with surprise, obviously stimulated by Renekton's words "can be through a lot".
"Hermit" Cattleya glanced at Renekton opposite, and began to guess in her mind. Scroll professor, or mechanical expert? Relying on scholars to analyze extraordinary abilities, and then using some magical items to make scrolls or spells that can use this extraordinary ability?
Azik looked around at everyone. His observations during this period of time have allowed him to make a general judgment on the members of the Tarot Club:
Most of their strengths are not high, only at the level of Sequence 5 or Sequence 6, and some are even lower, but their identities cover a wide range, which is considered a good source of information.
While thinking, he imitated the movements of the Tarot Club members when they spoke, raised his right hand slightly, and chuckled, saying,
"I can also provide some similar methods, but the operation may be a little more complicated."
Mr. Azik's method would not be to directly summon the more powerful undead under his command to fight for him. Klein looked at Azik who was sitting leisurely on the high-back chair and became more and more certain of his guess.
Then, he controlled his trumpet "World", turned his head and looked at Renekton and asked,
"What method? How much? What extraordinary abilities are included?"
Well, it seems that Mr. "World" and Mr. "White Tower" are very familiar. Should I also buy some of these disposable items? Psychologists themselves do not have much ability to fight head-on. "Justice" Audrey lowered her head slightly and fell into deep thought.
Renekton tapped the armrest next to him with his right index and middle fingers. Hearing Klein's question, he answered without hesitation:
"Scrolls, after reciting the corresponding spell, I can directly release the abilities sealed in them."
"As for the extraordinary abilities that I can make into scrolls, I will make a list after the Tarot meeting, and you can choose for yourself."
"Due to the material, the production time varies from three to five days, and the strength is roughly between Sequence 5 and Sequence 4. Each scroll costs 100 pounds."
"Magician" Fors lowered her head and lamented her poverty again.
The "Moon" Emlyn, who had just been promoted to Baron, did the same thing as her. He had almost used up all the gold pounds that the vampires had given him.
One Danitz can be exchanged for 45 scrolls, and only one scroll is needed to deal with him. It's a good deal. Uh, why do I use Danitz as a unit of measurement? As his hair was scattered, Klein manipulated the "world" to give a reply:
"Five, I only have one requirement, with strong attack power."
"No problem." Renekton nodded happily and agreed to the deal. Anyway, it was a win for him.
"Justice" Audrey also raised his right hand and said:
"Mr. 'White Tower', I also want to buy some scrolls, but I may need to choose the ability of the scrolls."
"Okay." Renekton nodded slightly in response.
As the exchanges among the crowd came to an end, Azik sat up a little straighter. He looked around at everyone and confirmed that no one else spoke. He raised his right hand slightly and said in a gentle voice:
"Everyone, I have a long-term commission."
"What commission?" Audrey asked curiously.
Azik weighed his words carefully and said,
"Help me collect information or items related to the former Archon of Death of the Balam Empire in the southern continent. I will reward you according to the value of the things you provide."
"Archon of Death?" Audrey asked back with a little doubt. She knew the word Archon, but it seemed very unusual with the prefix "death". Was it a special title brought by status?
"This is the Angel of the Path of Death, the name of the Sequence 2 potion of that path, and also the title of the Archon of the Balam Empire at that time."
After a moment of hesitation, Cattleya, the "Hermit", explained the meaning of "Archon of Death" to everyone. The Archon of Death, investigating an angel, what exactly is the identity of this new member? Whether it is Mr. Fool's previous introduction or his action of investigating an angel, it shows that his identity is not ordinary. "The Hanged Man" Alger frowned slightly, and he became more and more curious about the identity of this new member.
"I will try to collect it, but it is too long ago, and the information and items handed down are difficult to distinguish between true and false. I can't guarantee that it will work."
"Hermit" Cattleya answered very conservatively, and at the same time there was some temptation.
"It's okay, I can judge." Azik responded calmly.
Azik's answer made Cattleya have a strong idea in her heart. He is the Archon of Death!
He can judge, how to judge? Does he know those things? Or is there a special way to identify them. While thinking, "The Hanged Man" Alger pondered and said:
"I will try to search."
"I will also try to search for related things." Klein responded by manipulating his trumpet "World".
The other members of the Tarot Club also said that they would pay attention. Little Sun Derrick, who was in the God-forsaken Land and had no idea about the outside world, could not intervene.
After everyone fell silent again, Renekton slightly turned his body and looked at Azik beside him and said:
"I don't know much about the 'Death Archon'. I only know that he is a cold and cruel Beyonder."
"This is due to the uncontrolled madness inherent in the Beyonder characteristics and the influence of the 'Death God' passed down from the high position. His divinity is far greater than his humanity, and he is far from being as gentle as he is now."
Azik didn't seem to be too surprised by this. Although his expression was a little solemn, he was still calm and said with a little sigh in his voice:
"I am immortal, not immortal. Once a person gets old, he will always become gentle."
"Yes, the long years can smooth out all the edges." Renekton sighed and stopped talking about this topic.
Me? It means that Mr. "Death God" is the former Death Archon of the Balam Empire, an angel of death! I actually saw an angel with my own eyes. He appeared at the Tarot Club. Did he choose to become an angel under Mr. Fool? Audrey's thoughts surged uncontrollably, and she fell into an extremely excited state.
Sure enough! Mr. Fool's condition is much better than I expected. His power may have recovered to the level of an angel. The Hermit Cattleya's eyes moved slightly, but she buried her head even lower.
She tried to restrain her urge to look sideways at Azik. As a secret peeper, she could see more than ordinary extraordinary people, and she was not under her control. When facing an angel, this was quite dangerous.
The Hanged Man Alger also lowered his head, not hiding the shock in his eyes. This is indeed a big shot, but it is far beyond my expectations.
This, Mr. Death is an angel! I actually sat with an angel to participate in the party!
The thoughts that floated through the minds of Emlyn, Derrick, and Fors, the Magician, were almost the same.
This, Mr. Azik revealed his identity? .At the top of the mottled long table, Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, was stunned for a moment, but soon reacted.
Mr. Azik was helping me shape the image of "The Fool", a great being with angels serving him. Although "The Fool" is only a Sequence Six, "Death" is a genuine angel.
Thinking of this, Klein understood, leaned against the back of the chair with a relaxed body, and secretly scanned the crowd. Seeing that everyone was immersed in their own thoughts and forgot to speak for a while, he chuckled and said leisurely:
"You can start communicating freely." Chapter 382 The Fat Pharmacist and the Fat Owl
Mr. Fool's words brought everyone who was immersed in their own thoughts back to their senses. There was still shock in their eyes.
Seeing that everyone was silent and their eyes were still glancing at Mr. Azik from time to time, Klein suppressed the smile on his lips and controlled the trumpet "World" to speak hoarsely:
"I received news that the Bansy Port issue has been resolved by the Storm Church."
"For a period of time, there will be no Bansy Port."
Mr. "World" means that Bansy Port was directly wiped out by the Storm Church? This is really their style. I wonder if the Pope of the Storm Church was present at the scene. While thinking, "Justice" Audrey looked at "World" with bright eyes and asked:
"Mr. 'World', do you understand the specific process?"
"No one can understand, except the top leaders of the Storm Church."
"World" shook his head slightly, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at the Hanged Man.
Feeling the gaze of the "world", Alger was silent for a moment before he spoke in a hoarse voice:
"It is an archbishop carrying a Level 0 seal. He is currently stationed in Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Islands, the City of Generosity."
He? An angel of the Church of the Storm. In order to solve the problem in Bansi Port, the Church of the Storm directly dispatched an angel and a Level 0 seal!
With a sigh, Audrey keenly noticed Alger's last words. She looked at Alger with a little doubt:
"I remember, isn't that the 'Sea King' of the Church of the Storm stationed there?"
Her words made Alger and Cattleya, the "Hanged Man", silent at the same time. Their ships were near the Rorsted Sea a few days ago.
After a brief silence, the Hanged Man Alger glanced at Renekton, but could not see any reaction from him. He then retracted his gaze and said with a depressed voice:
"A few days ago, a great war broke out in the Rorsted Archipelago. The cause was a witch at the level of a demigod and a demigod whose origins were unknown."
"At the end of the battle, the original witch descended with part of her will, and the hidden sage descended directly for a short time. In the end, the Lord of the Storm sent down divine punishment and expelled them."
"The time they chose happened to be when the Church of the Storm was dealing with Bansy Harbor, which resulted in the Church of the Storm failing to react in time and make the best response."
It was not me, it was the witches who chose the time. Renekton defended himself in his heart. He glanced at the top of the mottled long table and looked at Klein through the gray fog.
"Was that battle serious?" Although she was doubtful, Audrey felt that this was certain, otherwise she would not have sent an angel to guard there.
"The Hanged Man" Alger shook his head slightly and said,
"I wasn't in that sea area at the time, so I don't know the specific situation."
"However, it is said that the sea surface was melted at that time, and the aftermath of the battle affected the entire Bayam."
"Now the merchants, pirates, and adventurers there are scrambling to flee. If the sea routes have not been fully restored, it is estimated that only locals and official forces are left in Bayam now."
Indeed, Bayam is now visibly depressed. Although there are not many casualties, the impact on the economy is huge, and it will not be recovered in a short time. No wonder the Storm Church reacted so strongly. If conditions permit, the Lord of Storms may personally show up and give him a set of electrotherapy.
Klein's eyes fell on Renekton, who was sitting in a high-back chair and had no reaction to what Alger said. He couldn't help but complain in his heart. The pirates hurriedly fled Bayam, leaving me no chance to earn a bounty.
The sea is really dangerous. It's been less than half a month, and so many things have happened. As expected, going to the Harvest Church to pray every day, chatting with the puppets at home, and learning some herbal knowledge is the best life. Uh, why did I add the point of going to the Harvest Church.
"Moon" Emlyn pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of his promotion to Baron. He cleared his throat and raised his chin slightly and said:
"Ahem~ Everyone, I have a question I want to ask."
"As a vampire, after being promoted to Baron, do you also need to use the 'acting method' like you humans to promote the so-called digestion and better master the extraordinary characteristics?" Azik looked at Emlyn with interest, who was holding his chin up and not hiding his arrogance. He then chuckled and said,
"You need to act, because that path is only called 'vampire' for sequence seven, and you are born one."
"Okay, thank you for your answer."
"That is to say, if I want to successfully ascend to the viscount of the blood clan, I still have to act as a 'potion professor', even though we 'blood clan' are the darlings of the moon."
Emlyn paused with his chin up, forced a smile, and nodded to Azik to express his gratitude. Then he added spontaneously, and he deliberately emphasized the word "blood clan".
Renekton leaned on the high-back chair with his head tilted, his eyes passed Azik and fell on Emlyn. What a stubborn vampire, even when facing an angel, he had to correct himself that he was a blood clan, not a vampire.
Because Azik directly revealed his identity as the Archon of Death, everyone fell into a state of restraint in the second half of the tarot meeting.
After everyone exchanged ideas for a few minutes, Klein directly announced the end of the gathering.
In Bayam's "Red Theater", a young man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a black hooded robe, about 1.8 meters tall and a thin figure walked out.
There were many symbolic symbols painted on his robe, which surrounded a cold and indifferent eye like stars. It was a bit like the wizard's dress in the Quaternary Period, but without the pointed soft hat.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his right hand placed in front of his lower abdomen was casually playing with a tarot card, a three-layer ring, and a wheel of fortune card with a jackal, a sword, a lion and a snake.
This was Renekton, who had changed his appearance, image and temperament through the mysterious reappearance of "Cinderella".
He also deliberately restrained his aura as a prophet, relying on the characteristics of a desire apostle that he carried with him to disguise himself as an extraordinary person of the demon path.
Make yourself look completely different from before, both in terms of appearance and breath, to avoid the screening of the unknown seal of the Church of Storms.
Renekton walked towards the alley diagonally opposite the "Red Theater" with a clear purpose. In this alley, there is a folk herbal medicine store.
This fat pharmacist is quite business-minded. While selling aphrodisiacs to customers who patronize the "Red Theater", he can also buy contraceptives and abortion pills for the girls in the "Red Theater".
As soon as he walked to the door of the herbal medicine store, Renekton saw a fat owl. The other party seemed to notice him and stared at him without blinking.
Renekton showed a friendly smile to the fat owl. The owl passed by the audience and flew directly into the herbal medicine store with its wings flapping, and landed on the innermost cabinet.
Renekton was stunned for a moment, looking at the owl flying into the herbal medicine store and fell into deep thought. Am I scary? I always thought that I had a good relationship with small animals.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his sight fell on a transparent amber pendant hanging at the waist under the black robe. In the transparent amber, there was a thick black mist surging. Just looking at it seemed to be able to drive people's emotions.
It must be because of the breath of the Apostle of Desire on his body. As an animal, its intuition in some aspects is stronger than that of humans.
While thinking, Renekton had already stepped into the herbal medicine shop.
A man in his thirties, with black hair and brown eyes, a chubby and quite round figure stood up from under the counter.
There was still some uneasiness on his round face, and his eyes were almost narrowed into a slit. After looking at Renekton for a while, he curled his lips and said:
"You look a little weak, but there is no big problem." Chapter 383: Dice of Probability
The corners of Renekton's mouth twitched, and his eyes casually looked around the store for a while.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw the chubby beast trainer bend down and take out a few light blue bottles from the counter and handed them over. He blinked his eyes and said with an expression that he understood you:
"Okay, I have something to do today, so I'm going to close the store. Here are a few bottles of potion left. You know how to use them. Just put them up to your nose and smell them beforehand. It's very convenient." "
Or, you can also pour the medicine into a snuff bottle, so that no one knows that you need to take drugs to help you get high, but this is not convenient to store, and most of the potion will be wasted."
Renekton was speechless for a moment, and casually took out a few one-pound banknotes from his pocket and handed them over.
"Hey~ man! You don't have enough money, right? Only enough to buy one bottle." He muttered with some dissatisfaction on his round face.
"Then one bottle." Renekton said in a flat tone.
He felt that his expression control was about to fail, so he shouldn't have come here. He should just wait for this guy to take out the probability dice.
"Okay~ Really, I thought I could clean up all the remaining goods. I can't use so many by myself."
The fat pharmacist muttered as he handed a light blue bottle to Renekton and put the rest directly into his pocket.
Renekton took the small blue bottle handed over by the fat pharmacist and turned to leave the herbal medicine store. His figure gradually merged into the darkness of the alley outside.
The fat pharmacist glanced at the direction where Renekton left, curled his lips and muttered:
"What an impolite guy, are the quality of adventurers on the sea so low now!"
Behind the fat pharmacist, the fat owl standing on the cabinet lowered his voice and said in a rather vigilant tone:
"Darkwill, that man just now was very scary. I just observed him for a while, and I felt that my emotions began to rise abnormally."
"I know that guy is most likely a Beyonder. His vitality and spirituality are very active, far exceeding that of ordinary people."
"Bayam is getting more and more dangerous. I have to leave here, old man."
"The old man should be fine. He has been captured for so long. If something happened, it would have happened long ago. Besides, I don't have the ability to rescue him from the Governor's Mansion."
"Ah~"
Darkwill muttered, and suddenly sighed.
He stood there in a daze for two minutes, and then nodded his round head vigorously as if he had made a major decision.
After hastily packing the things in his country witch doctor robe, he took the fat owl, closed the shop door, and walked out of the alley through a shadow.
After he left the alley, the shadow that was not exposed to light suddenly twisted, and Renekton, who had just left the folk herbal medicine shop, walked out of it.
"It seems that I came just in time." He smiled and said to himself, then walked out of the alley.
Following his spiritual intuition, he strolled to Enmat Street.
Just as he reached the entrance of the street, a carriage passed by him quickly, and a milky white dice stumbled and rolled to his feet, just slightly upward.
Puff!
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded the next moment. Renekton raised his eyes slightly and saw Darkwell, who had just sold him the aphrodisiac, tripped him in an incredible posture and fell on the street. He was dizzy and couldn't stand up for a while.
"Heh." Renekton chuckled and bent down to pick up the dice with the point facing up.
The moment his fingers touched the dice, Darkwill, who was dizzy and dazed on the ground, suddenly moved forward a distance and slapped Renekton's forearm with his chubby palm.
The milky white dice rolled out of his hand and rolled two or three meters away, with the dazzling point stubbornly pointing upwards.
Reject me? It rolled to my feet, and I thought you wanted to fall into my hands. Renekton straightened his back, but his eyes stayed on the dice with the point facing up, and at the same time he was alert to the dangers that might appear around him at any time. "What are you doing? That's mine!"
Darkwill's round face showed a ferocious look of pain. He stretched out his chubby right hand and tightly grasped the hem of Renekton's black robe.
Just now, because he saw that the dice he bought for one pound was about to be picked up by someone, he was anxious and moved his body with force, accidentally twisting his waist.
Boom!
Suddenly, a silver-white lightning flashed out from the sky and fell straight down.
The moment Renekton's intuition sounded, he wanted to leave the position where he was standing. Darkwill grabbed his chin tightly and made him pause.
A pale blue flame instantly ignited around him, like a cage, and the silver-white lightning fell down and solidified in the pale blue flame, followed by a violent explosion.
Boom! Sizzle~
The tiny silver-white lightning spread everywhere, setting off a sizzling sound.
On the ground directly in front of Renekton, a charred area appeared, and bricks and stones were blown apart.
Darkwill, who had been holding his calf, was already burnt and his body was still shaking. There were wisps of white smoke and burnt smell coming from him.
Renekton stood there in the same position as before, and although he moved the location of the sudden lightning that just struck, the electric snakes running around still brought a strong paralysis effect.
The intensity of this lightning is quite high, and it is definitely not caused by natural reasons. Have I been discovered? It should be impossible, otherwise it would not be as simple as just one strike.
While he was thinking, the pedestrians around him had already avoided this side skillfully, quickly hid in the house, and observed the outside through the doors and windows.
The people of the Rorsted Islands have become skilled in avoiding various sudden situations. In this matter, I have made an indelible contribution. Renekton said in his heart calmly.
A police officer who was patrolling nearby saw this scene and quickly ran over. He put his right hand on the gun bag on his waist and asked from a distance:
"What are you doing? What happened here?"
"I think we should send this gentleman to the hospital first. He was seriously injured by the lightning just now."
"As for what happened, it was probably struck by lightning for no apparent reason!"
Renekton glanced at the police officer, then pointed at Darkwell, who was still holding the hem of his robe tightly with one hand.
The police officer looked at Renekton with a vigilant look, as if he was looking at some terrible terrorist. His legs unconsciously stepped back a few steps and said in a serious voice:
"You wait here, other police officers and medical staff will arrive soon."
This is the sea, and the Lord of Storms is widely believed in. Being struck by lightning for no apparent reason is basically attributed to angering the Lord of Storms, being despised by God, and being punished.
"Okay." Renekton nodded slightly, tugged at his dark robe, and pulled the hem out of Darkwill's hand.
A hesitant look, mixed with surprise and fear, kept lingering on him.
Renekton turned his head and followed the gaze, and saw a fat owl on a street lamp pole on the side of the street, looking at him with human emotions.
He smiled at the owl, and then took a stiff step towards the gas lamp pole where it was standing.
The lightning just struck, and the probability dice was knocked away again and fell here. Renekton's eyes were fixed on the glaring point.
He was sure that the dice was deliberately making things difficult for him. Did it want to drive me away with continuous bad luck, or even kill me? Did it sense danger from me? Or was there another reason?
"Stop, don't move!"
Behind him, the police officer who had been alert to him seemed to sense the danger and quickly pulled out the gun from his waist. Chapter 384 Amon!
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots rang out in succession, and bullets instantly shot out of the gun barrel and attacked Renekton.
The police officer looked at this scene with a somewhat collapsed expression. He just wanted to warn the other party and had no intention of shooting, but his emotions were too tense just now, causing him to pull the trigger subconsciously.
Feeling the movement behind him, Renekton did not hesitate at all and continued to bend down to pick up the milky white dice under the gas street lamp pole.
Behind him, an invisible giant hand suddenly appeared and directly intercepted the two bullets in the air.
Bang!
The second bullet hit the first bullet. With a strange coincidence, the first bullet broke through the obstruction of the invisible giant hand, passed under Renekton's right index finger, hit the milky white dice on the ground, and knocked it far away.
Renekton got up helplessly. He felt that the dice had done its best to prevent him from getting it.
"You don't want to fall into the hands of the Church of the Storm, do you?"
Renekton lowered his head and said to himself.
"What a coincidence! We meet again."
"Huh? You separated the characteristics of the reader's path in your body. Have you finally seen the true face of the dragon of betrayal?"
"Would you consider becoming my follower?"
A somewhat playful voice came from behind, and it seemed to greet Renekton quite familiarly.
Renekton's movements were stiff for a moment, and he didn't even need to turn around. The moment he heard the voice, he had already outlined a figure with a monocle on the right eye in his mind.
"He didn't expect you to be so familiar with me. Would you like to consider my proposal just now?"
Amon's voice sounded playfully behind Renekton. Obviously, He had just achieved the effect of "reading minds" by stealing thoughts and ideas.
Renekton turned around with mixed feelings. During this process, a pure light of deep blue and purple lingered in his eyes, giving people an extremely sacred and wise feeling, but it seemed quite indifferent and without warmth.
He tilted his head slightly and said in a calm voice:
"In order to prevent me from getting it, this dice really tried its best, even pulling you over."
While speaking, he summoned an invisible hand to pick up the probability dice that rolled aside.
The moment the invisible hand touched the probability dice, a silver-white electric snake suddenly fell from the sky.
"I noticed the abnormality of the fate of this area, but I didn't expect it was caused by this little thing."
"It's really interesting. What do you think? Should I hand you over to that stupid big snake?"
The police officer who was holding a gun and watching Renekton tilted his head, then turned the pistol in his hand. Like a magic trick, the pistol turned into a milky white dice in his hand.
As he finished speaking, the milky white dice suddenly fell from his hand, swung on the ground for a few circles, and then stopped steadily, with the six points facing up!
"Oh, it's really interesting!"
The police officer made a sound like Amon, and reached into his pocket with his left hand, fumbled out a single-lens lens carved from crystal, and put it on his right eye.
The next moment, his image was distorted in Renekton's eyes, just like an old TV with a bad signal.
When he recovered, the police officer's image had turned into a classical wizard wearing a classical black robe, with a wide forehead, a thin face, and a tall black hat.
He stretched out his hand and pinched the very distinctive single-lens crystal glasses at the position of his right eye, showing a very friendly smile and said:
"It seems that my luck is much better than yours."
As Amon's words fell, Renekton felt that the other party's aura suddenly expanded a lot, directly raising his aura to the level of demigod.
Renekton glanced at the milky white dice lying quietly on the ground with an expressionless face. He felt that such a dice was a bit asking for a beating.
Did this dice bring him a group of clones of time worms? Or did it allow the nearby clones to just find an item of the thief's path?
"I just happened to find an avatar in Bayam's Mandated Punisher team recently. He also likes to wear monocles. We have a good relationship!"
Amon answered Renekton's doubts in a leisurely voice, even though he didn't ask aloud.
"So, your avatar just happened to get a sealed object controlled by the Church of Storms?"
As he spoke, Renekton's eyes fell on Darkwill lying between them. He gently poked his fingers, creating pieces of starlight that merged into Darkwill's body.
"Cough! Cough!" Darkwill, who was lying on the ground and had fallen into a coma, suddenly coughed violently, saliva flew everywhere, covering half of his face, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.
A moment later, a thumb-length, translucent worm with 12 completely transparent segments was coughed out by him, falling to the ground along his almost invisible jawline.
As the time worm was coughed out, Darkwill calmed down again, as if he had entered a wonderful sleep, with a trace of saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at Darkwill who had turned from coma to sleep, Renekton raised his right hand in silence and pushed forward.
As he moved, bright stars emerged one by one, emitting pieces of starlight, connecting with each other to form a whole.
These starlights surged forward quickly, carrying Darkwill's unconscious body away from the street.
Renekton retracted his gaze, looked at Amon who was standing opposite him, and chuckled:
"There is no need to parasitize such irrelevant personnel, right? Anyway, if we fight, won't you still have to recover these time worms?"
"If this is your request, of course I can. I am generally very kind to those I like."
Amon responded with a smile without comment.
Are you sure that the person you like is not your clone reserve? We have been chatting peacefully for so long, how many of my ideas have been stolen? Without the characteristics of a prophet, it is really inconvenient at this time.
As his thoughts turned, he heard Amon's voice clearly appear in his ears:
"Not many, just the twelve different ways of coping that you listed in your mind."
"But I don't think this should be all. After all, you are still very calm now, both in your appearance and in your heart."
Renekton suddenly felt frightened and his hair exploded. When he didn't notice it at all, Amon had walked to his side and whispered in his ear. Or he had noticed it, but the corresponding reaction was stolen.
After a moment of stiffness in his mind, Renekton turned his head and looked at Amon, then spoke in a leisurely tone:
"Bayam has recently been visited by an angel from the Church of Storms, and he also brought a Level 0 Sealed Artifact."
"So?"
"You want me to steal that Level 0 Sealed Artifact from the angels of the Wrath of the People?"
Amon took a step back and said with a lack of interest.
Renekton raised his mouth and shook his head slightly:
"Of course not, you are just a demigod-level clone."
"How about we steal the Church of the Waves?"
Amon's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a hint of danger. Although it was only a demigod-level clone, Renekton felt the pressure of facing an angel directly.
Renekton was suddenly stunned, and a bad feeling floated in his heart.
The next moment, he saw Amon shaking his monocle, with a faint smile on his lips, saying:
".Angelweed? The fat lizard with a short neck and short legs has resurrected?"
Amon's description made Renekton's mind subconsciously think of the image of Angelweed in dragon form, and he felt that the other party's description made some sense.
Guided by his words, Renekton quickly reacted and wiped out the thoughts in his mind.
Amon didn't care about Renekton's reaction, as if he saw something interesting, and raised his lips slightly and said:
"It's really like this. Interesting, among the few surviving ancient dragons, there is a clone left by Him? Is it Alex? Or Erehog?"
"It seems to be Erehog, the talkative old lizard."
Amon's words seemed to have some kind of magic, always able to bring up Renekton's emotions just right, so that he could use it to confirm his guess.
This is not right. In a state close to that of a sage, I should not be easily provoked by so many emotions. Thinking of something, Renekton patted his waist with his left hand twice, but did not touch the transparent amber pendant.
"Are you looking for this?"
Amon chuckled and took out a transparent amber containing a ball of black mist from the pocket inside his classical robe in front of Renekton. Chapter 385 Proposal
Renekton stared expressionlessly at the Apostle of Desire in Amon's hand, reached into his pocket with his right hand, and took out the Wheel of Fortune card. After confirming that it had not been replaced by Amon, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"The Wheel of Fortune card in the Blasphemy card? No wonder you can find such a dice."
"Don't worry, I don't need this kind of thing. It is of no use to me. I know all the twenty-two paths of God. As for its aggregation ability, it is even more useless to me. As long as I want, I can find that stupid big snake at any time."
Amon chuckled and looked at the Wheel of Fortune with disdain.
Renekton did not refute Amon's words. At the other party's level, the Blasphemy card was indeed useless. Unless it was the Blasphemy card corresponding to the Fool and the Gate, it could still have some dispensable effect on Him.
Renekton looked at Amon with a little curiosity and asked,
"Do you know where the wrong card is?"
"Yes. If you become my follower, I will tell you, and I can also help you steal the prophet's characteristics in your body, so that you can become a deception mentor."
Amon's voice was full of temptation.
The deep blue and purple light in Renekton's eyes shook slightly, as if he couldn't resist the temptation.
After a moment, he blocked the influence of the desire apostle's characteristics on his emotions, and he opened his mouth.
Boom! Boom!
The rolling thunder suddenly sounded, followed by silver and white rays sliding down from the sky, falling directly to where Renekton and Amon were.
The next moment, these silver and white electric lights lost all traces, as if they had never appeared.
Renekton's eyes fell on the milky white dice on the ground, and the number on it had become one point without knowing when.
He looked at Amon and said in a flat voice:
"This dice is stabbing you in the back."
Amon glanced at the probability dice on the ground and said calmly:
"The Storm Church came here to pursue your aura. No wonder you didn't react to me holding the Apostle of Desire trait."
As he spoke, the probability dice on the ground struggled to turn again.
Six points facing up!
As if trying to please Amon.
A guy with less backbone than Arrodes!
Muttering in his heart, Renekton turned his head to look at Amon and said,
"The angel from the Church of Storms will be here with the seal soon, and most of their eyes are on me. Don't you really want to consider stealing the Church of Sea Waves?"
Amon looked at Renekton with interest, pinched the crystal monocle with his right hand, and said with a slight smile on his lips,
"As you said, I'm just a demigod-level clone. Are you sure you want me to steal the Church of Sea Waves instead of sending me to the basement of the Church of Sea Waves?"
"Or, can you give me a reason that I can't refuse?"
Renekton kept turning the Wheel of Fortune card in his right hand, and bits of starlight fell from the card. As if a seal had been lifted, the Wheel of Fortune card revealed its original appearance.
His eyes fell on the probability dice on the ground. Seeing that the dice had no reaction to the Wheel of Fortune in his hand, he took two steps forward, held the Wheel of Fortune upright in front of his eyes, and said leisurely as if he was looking through it:
"You said, if I recite the honorific name pointing to the Key of Light here, can I establish a connection with it? By then, you may be completely alive, with another identity."
The probability dice lying quietly on the ground began to turn shakily, and kept turning, as if he didn't know which point to face up.
Renekton quietly watched the dice turning farther and farther away from him, with a smile on his lips. He recited softly in the ancient Hermetic language:
"Endless chaos, the embodiment of fate"
Just after reciting two sentences, the probability dice rolled neatly to his feet, hit the sole of the shoe, and swayed backwards to stop, revealing a four point. At the moment when it was about to stop, the dice rolled again without knowing where the strength came from, and finally six points were facing up!
Starlight emanated from Renekton's hand, which instantly shrank and covered the Wheel of Fortune card, concealing the special features of the Wheel of Fortune card.
He smiled, bent down, picked up the dice from the ground, turned around and looked at Amon, saying: "With this probability die fixed at six points, I can't think of any reason to fail."
"Don't you think it's fun to make the Lord of Storms so angry that he jumps up and down, but he can't do anything about you?"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
It wasn't Amon who responded to his words, but the thick lightning that struck from the sky.
These lightnings were wrapped in an almost tangible breath of destruction, scattered like rain, but just missed Renekton's position.
"You successfully convinced me, although I have done this a long time ago."
"Not only that angry citizen, but also that dazzling and noisy sun, was also so angry that he pulled a carriage around the planet more than a dozen times."
Amon's figure suddenly appeared in front of Renekton, as if he was showing off his glorious deeds.
In a forest outlined by silver-white lightning, Amon looked at the sky covered by dark clouds with a playful smile on his lips, then retracted his gaze and stretched out a hand to put on Renekton's shoulder.
The next moment, the figures of the two suddenly disappeared from the spot.
In the square outside the Church of the Sea Waves, the figures of Amon and Renekton suddenly appeared, as if they had teleported from a far distance.
The pedestrians around, whether ordinary people or extraordinary people, did not notice the slightest abnormality, as if they did not notice the two figures that suddenly appeared here.
Renekton looked around, and he was sure that his figure was reflected in the eyes of the people around him, but they always subconsciously ignored him. Is this stealing the sense of existence?
Enmat Street is not close to here. Amon can steal our position so easily and adjust it here. He also has a clone here?
As his thoughts turned, he had followed Amon's steps to the gate of the Church of the Sea Waves.
Bayam has been a little depressed recently, but the number of believers who come to the Church of the Sea Waves to pray has not decreased but increased. Believers and clergymen come and go and pass by Renekton. Without exception, they all ignore Renekton who is standing at the door of the church.
Amon slightly raised the corner of his lips, and his eyes looked at the Church of the Sea Waves in front of him as if he was looking at his own possessions.
The roofs of the church buildings are all spires, like a deep blue arrow pointing straight to the sky. Under the pressure of the dark clouds, it is more majestic and sacred.
Amon looked deeply into the Church of the Waves, and said with a hint of amusement:
"In fact, I am more interested in stealing the church of the Dragon of Betrayal. That deep-minded old dragon has never been really angered by me."
Renekton played with the milky white probability dice in his left hand, and responded in a flat voice:
"The people of the Church of Knowledge are known for their rationality. Stealing the church of knowledge is not as interesting as teasing this group of angry people."
"Yes, it is much more interesting to develop you into my follower than to steal His church."
Amon said with Renekton's chuckle.
"." Renekton was silent for a moment, then skipped the topic and said:
"Do you need help to lead those people out of the church?"
Amon raised his hand and pressed the monocle on his right eye, and said with expectation:
"No, it will be more interesting this way."
"It's a pity that the angel of the angry people is not here, otherwise the scene would be more interesting!"
If the angel was here, we would both be drowned by lightning now. Renekton complained in his heart.
The probability dice in his left hand was thrown to Amon casually, and at the same time, he stretched out his right hand to take out an illusory hat from the void and put it on his head.
His figure disappeared instantly, hiding all traces.
".Mysterious reappearance? Interesting spell."
"If I want to steal all your spell abilities, it seems that I still need to spend a lot of effort."