Chapter 526 Communication
Klein sat back in a high-backed chair with a leisurely posture, and looked around at everyone's faces. He saw a bit of eagerness on the faces of "Magician" Fors and "Chariot" Anderson.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart that he always felt that the concept of pre-consumption would develop and grow in the Tarot Club.
Under the nervous gaze of "Hanged Man" Alger, Renekton smiled and nodded:
"Okay."
Then he made a request to "Fool" Klein according to the previous process, and materialized the magic formula of "Ocean Singer" that he knew.
The yellow-brown parchment automatically floated in front of "Hanged Man" Alger, and he couldn't wait to unfold the parchment, carefully read and memorize the contents on it.
His expression gradually changed from excitement to confusion, and then to helplessness. To be promoted to "Ocean Singer", one needs to take a potion in the stomach of an Obnis. There are almost no wild Obnis in the sea. The ones that can be found have been raised by the Storm Church. In the end, can't they get around the church?
"Chariot" Anderson, who had been very quiet today, saw that no one was talking anymore. He cleared his throat and said,
"Everyone, does anyone know the formula of the Iron Knight's potion? Or a clue?"
"Justice" Audrey tilted her head in confusion. "Iron Knight"? Which path and sequence is this?
"Moon" Emlyn, "Magician" Fors, and "Sun" Derrick also had the same question. It was the first time they heard the name of this potion.
"Iron Knight", is this the name of the fourth sequence of the "Hunter" path? It could also be other sequences. It is possible that he just spoke out to test it. "Hanged Man" Alger glanced at Anderson expressionlessly, and quickly retracted his gaze.
Cattleya the Hermit thought for a moment and said,
"You can try to contact the Iron Cross. They have the formula for the Hunter Path."
Anderson grinned with his big white teeth and said with a helpless smile,
"I joined before, but I couldn't agree with some of those crazy people's ideas, so I quit later."
"I think if I slide back and say that I have figured it out and only the 'Lord of Creation' is my true belief from the bottom of my heart, they won't believe me. They might even mock me for not sliding smoothly enough."
"Lord of Creation"? Does the Iron Cross mentioned by the Hermit also believe in the "Lord of Creation"? Is it the same Lord that we believe in in Silver City? Derrick the Sun, who had been sitting in silence with his head down, suddenly looked up, looking at Anderson with a look of astonishment and a little surprise.
Mr. Tank's thinking is so eccentric. In daily life, he should be the kind of person who can easily get along with others. However, he actually joined a secret organization and successfully withdrew. He is a very cautious, smart, and good at disguising himself. "Justice" Audrey subconsciously analyzed Anderson's character in her mind.
The Iron Cross that believes in the true creator. "Tank" was once a member of them. Fortunately, he was not chosen before. "Hanged Man" Alger lowered his eyes and glanced at the figure shrouded in gray fog at the top.
Mr. Fool did not make any comments on this. Does it mean that "Tank" has not been brainwashed or contaminated by the true creator? Although he behaves very eccentric, this guy must not be underestimated.
"Do you want the formula of the Witch of Despair? I still have a characteristic left here. As long as you are willing, you can become an extremely beautiful demigod-level witch tomorrow."
Renekton leaned back in a high-back chair, looking at Anderson calmly.
Anderson's mouth twitched slightly, and he waved his hands and shook his head and said,
"Thank you for your kindness, but I still prefer the male identity."
Are there any remaining witch characteristics? Haven't you killed too many witches? Klein glanced at Renekton with a rather subtle look, and then he manipulated the "world" and said,
"You can become a witch first, and then change back in the next sequence. In this way, you can not only restore your own gender, but also retain the characteristics of the witch path."
"Under the influence of different path characteristics, your extraordinary ability will undergo certain mutations, positive mutations."
Renekton looked at the "world" at the bottom with some surprise. Is this enriching the character image of Gehrman Sparrow?
He pulled the corners of his mouth, and then laughed at the words of the "world":
"I know the whereabouts of the Red Priest card in the Blasphemy Card. When you get it later, you can change from the 'Desperate Witch' to the 'War Bishop'."
Anderson held his forehead with his right hand. He felt that everyone was watching his excitement now.
Taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice:
"I think I can wait a little longer. Wouldn't it be better to directly promote to 'Iron Knight'?"
Renekton nodded slightly without comment. He raised his head slightly and looked at the towering dome above. He spoke intentionally or unintentionally:
"I know something about the promotion ceremony of 'Iron Knight'. It's not outrageous, but it is extremely difficult for hunters. I hope you can succeed."
"What do you mean? What are the requirements for the ceremony of 'Iron Knight'?" Anderson asked suspiciously.
"You will know when you get the formula of 'Iron Knight' in the future." Renekton shook his head slightly. He failed to persuade the witch, and he was no longer interested in this topic.
Anderson opened his mouth and closed it again. He sat back in the high-backed chair in a depressed mood and stopped talking.
After a silence, "Hermit" Cattleya raised her hand, looked at the "Magician" Fors sitting on the side and said:
"The curse of the ancient vengeful spirit has been obtained, 1,700 pounds."
So fast, the efficiency of the "Hermit" lady is really high!
Fors admired Cattleya's efficiency while calculating the cash she could take out. After thinking for a moment, she said calmly,
"No problem, we'll trade at this time tomorrow." After a short silence, Emlyn the Moon tilted his head with an awkward expression, looking past Renekton to Derrick the Sun and said,
"Mr. Sun, I would like you to record some extraordinary abilities of the Sun Realm on Miss Magician's magical item."
"Ah? Okay, what extraordinary abilities do you need?" Derrick the Sun was stunned for a moment. He did not expect the Moon to initiate a transaction with him. After being stunned, he took the initiative to ask the other party about the extraordinary abilities that needed to be recorded.
Emlyn the Moon pondered for a moment, and said without much concern, "Well, record all the ones you have."
He needed to deal with artificial vampires of the same path as himself, and as long as they were extraordinary abilities of the Sun Realm, they could play a good role.
After "Moon" Emlyn and "Sun" Derrick reached a deal, Renekton suddenly thought of something, and looked thoughtfully at Emlyn on his left and said:
"Ask the high-level members of your blood clan if they are willing to recycle some of the characteristics of the 'Moon' path. I am now in the God-forsaken Land, and vampires are not uncommon among the monsters in the depths of darkness."
"Yes, the blood clan!" Emlyn gritted his teeth and corrected: "As the darlings of the moon, we are definitely willing to recycle the characteristics of the 'moon'. What do you want to get?"
Renekton said without any hesitation:
"Join the regime of the Pas Valley in the southern continent, and cooperate. We will then move towards the Star Plateau and the Uttar Pradesh. This will inevitably be blocked by the Rose School and the Spiritual Cult, so we need allies."
"Moon" Emlyn's face sank, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse this deal. Even though he was just a new dead-end blood clan, he knew that once he agreed to this cooperation, the blood clan would once again fall into the vortex of dispute.
After a pause, he took a deep breath and said,
"I will report to the big shots of our blood clan. As for whether to cooperate, it is not up to me to decide."
"Okay." Renekton nodded gently.
At the end of the transaction, Klein manipulated the "world" to speak,
"I have some extraordinary characteristics for sale, corresponding to the sequences of 'sailor', 'angry people' and 'hunter'."
After a brief discussion, Cattleya bought the characteristics of "sailor" and "angry people". On the sea, extraordinary people of the "sailor" path are always popular. In addition, there happened to be a sailor on the "Future" who had accumulated enough merits for promotion and recently applied to her for promotion.
After another silence, "The Fool" Klein tapped the edge of the mottled long table, indicating that the free exchange session had begun.
Everyone's eyes were vaguely focused on Renekton and "Sun" Derrick, wanting to know some of the recent situation in the God-Forsaken Land.
Derrick looked around and began to explain:
"The chief intends to restart the exploration of Afternoon Town. Mr. 'White Tower' has already predicted this. We should not encounter unexpected dangers and gains."
After a pause, he suddenly thought of the previous conversation with the chief, and scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly and said:
"Well, the food in Silver City is consumed very quickly. We want to buy some food from everyone and exchange it with materials from monsters or some mysticism. If you are willing, you can tell me the price."
Because the transaction stage has passed, Derrick seemed very embarrassed when he said this. His head drooped lower and lower, and his voice became smaller and smaller.
This is a bidding. The business of the Tarot Club is becoming more and more extensive and more and more outrageous. Klein, who was at the top of the mottled long table, sighed silently in his heart.
He didn't care about the issue of trading raised by Little Sun in the free exchange stage. After learning the details of the situation there through Renekton, he also hoped that the people of Silver City could live a better life.
Because he had just reached a deal with Little Sun, Emlyn the Moon was unusually enthusiastic. He chuckled and said,
"Buying large quantities of food requires the right channels. I can try to get in touch with Feynaporte's blood clan. If possible, I will give you a quotation later."
Cattleya the Hermit also said calmly,
"I will have someone make a list for you later. If you agree to the deal, just tell me the food you need and the quantity. However, this will take quite some time. I am still at sea, and it will take time to contact food merchants and raise food."
"Thank you! Thank you!" Derrick the Sun stood up gratefully and bowed to Emlyn the Moon and Cattleya the Hermit.
After sitting down, he looked at Renekton apologetically. The latter smiled and nodded at him, indicating that he didn't care about it.
A few seconds later, the "world" broke the silence. He turned his head to look at Renekton and chuckled,
"What are you planning to do recently?"
Renekton recalled briefly and said,
"Go to the easternmost part of the God-Forsaken Land. I feel some vague calling, and I plan to go there to complete my promotion."
"By the way, there is a dark wolf in the God-Forsaken Land. It corresponds to the Sequence 2 'Miracle Master' of the 'Fortune Teller' path." Chapter 527 The Pirates Suffered Heavy Losses
Klein didn't know how to answer for a moment. After hesitating for a while, he manipulated the "World" and said,
"The Dark Wolf? It should be considered an angel, right? You want to hunt it?"
Renekton shrugged and said,
"It's just a casual mention. I'm not sure I can beat it. Even if I can, I can't kill it. It's difficult to find the true form of the angel on the 'Fortune Teller' path. It's too good at hiding."
"You can try it after you reach a high sequence. The one who knows the 'Fortune Teller' best must be another 'Fortune Teller'."
Klein glanced at Renekton expressionlessly. I suspect you are saying that I'm a coward.
After a moment of silence, Klein controlled the "world" and spoke hoarsely:
"Let's go back to the sea. Recently, there is something worth noting. The "One-eyed Skull" of "Mad Captain" Connors Victor was destroyed in a storm. Only some wreckage and the bodies of the pirates were sent back to the dock by the waves, including the "Mad Captain" himself."
"A storm that directly destroyed a pirate ship? This is a bit too exaggerated. Was it sniped by a powerful Beyonder in the storm?" "Justice" Audrey asked curiously.
"The Hanged Man" Alger turned his head and glanced at the "world" at the bottom with some surprise. "The World" was also paying attention to this matter. Does this mean that Mr. "Fool" is also paying attention to this matter? There must be a big secret behind it!
His eyes moved slightly, and after a little thought, he said:
"The Church of the Storm is paying close attention to this matter. The 'Mad Captain' is involved in the disappearance of people in the sea colony that I was investigating before."
"'Mad Captain' Connors Victor is responsible for the transportation and trafficking of people at sea. He has a strong 'secret-keeping ability', and the Church of the Storm has not been able to get much information."
While speaking, he cast his gaze towards the "world" at the bottom, expecting the other party to make some supplements and provide some clues that he didn't know, so that he could complete the mission of the Church of the Storm by the way.
The World's expression did not change, but he spoke with a mocking voice:
"There is a demigod hidden on the 'One-Eyed Skull' of the 'Mad Captain', a demigod of the 'Black Emperor' path. What's more interesting is that the demigod belongs to the Loen military and is a major general."
"But as far as I know, the Loen military only has some of the potion formulas of the 'Black Emperor' path, which does not include the parts of Sequence 4 and above."
"A major general of the Loen military?" Alger, the "Hanged Man", and Audrey, the "Justice", said in surprise at the same time.
"Did the major general of the military betray Loen?" This was the first thought that came to Audrey's mind. She was not willing to believe a possibility that flashed through her mind.
"Betrayal? Ha. It's better to say cooperation." The World replied in a hoarse and low voice.
"Where is the major general now? Has he left the sea?" Fors, the "Magician", immediately asked the question that everyone was concerned about.
The World looked up in the direction of Renekton, and everyone also looked over curiously.
Sensing everyone's gaze, Renekton nodded slightly and said,
"In my case, it is now a magical item in the form of extraordinary characteristics."
"Aren't you in the God-Forsaken Land?" "Chariot" Anderson asked in confusion.
"Obviously, I have left an avatar in the outside world. He usually helps me handle affairs in the southern continent." Renekton explained with a chuckle.
"Avatar!" The members of the Tarot Club looked at each other but were not too surprised. They already knew that the "Thief" path could create a avatar in the later stage, and other paths might also have some ways to do it.
Miss "Justice" is a noble in Loen. Her emotions and stance naturally tend to be towards the nobles and the royal family. There are also people like "Moon" and "Magician" who have been living in Loen. Their stances will definitely be biased to a certain extent. Considering some future developments, I need to give them some reminders first.
Thinking of this, Klein immediately manipulated the "world" and continued:
"I met Barron, the man that Mr. 'The Hanged Man' was tracking down, in Backlund in January. He was meeting with the people from MI9."
"Also, the biggest human trafficker in Backlund is protected by more than one Beyonder of the 'Arbiter' pathway, and his sequence is not low." "
Heh, I have always suspected that all this is just a small part of the chessboard of the person behind the scenes."
A small part? What is the real conspiracy behind all this? The Backlund smog incident is far from as simple as the "world" said at the beginning. Perhaps it is a game between gods. Did
the "world" come to the sea from Backlund to investigate this matter? And the "White Tower". The "world" is the favored of Mr. "The Fool". What is his identity who is closely related to the "world"? The thoughts of the "Hanged Man" Alger gradually diverged.
The Loen military has mastered the high-sequence potion formula of the "Black Emperor" pathway that it should not have mastered. Is it Solomon or the Terensost family? Or the blood clan? The Hermit, Cattleya, glanced at Emlyn, the Moon, on the side wall, and quickly ruled out this possibility.
Audrey, the Justice, was silent for a moment, and her eyes suddenly fell on the World at the bottom of the mottled long table:
Kapin was killed by the thief Black Emperor, and the thief Black Emperor was the follower of Mr. Fool. Mr. World knew the details about Kapin so clearly, and he and Mr. White Tower had never submitted the diary of Emperor Roselle.
Therefore, Mr. World was the thief Black Emperor in Backlund, and the follower of Mr. Fool!
I always felt that Backlund was so dangerous, and I really wanted to leave immediately, but Xio would definitely not want to, and I didn't have a reason to persuade her. I still had to become stronger. As long as I could become a Traveler, I could come and go to Backlund at any time. Fors sighed in her heart, and she had one more reason to be promoted to Traveler. I always feel like I live in a different Backlund than the World. Moon sighed in his heart, but he didn't feel too scared or panicked. The blood race had more than one earl in Backlund, and there was also the Marquis Nibais Odra.
The topic about the "Mad Captain" came to an end. Cattleya looked at the World, then at Renekton, and she said calmly:
"Something happened on the sea last week. The crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow hunted the second mate of the Undead King Agaritu, the "Slaughterer" Gilchies, who is a Sequence 5 "Apostle of Desire."
"There is one more thing about the Undead King. He and the "Death Announcement" will not appear on the sea again. Even if they do, they can only be in the form of the "Whisperer" characteristic."
"The Undead King was hunted?" Alger, the "Hanged Man", was unable to control his emotions and said in astonishment.
"Warrior" Anderson sat leisurely in a high-back chair, and said with a sigh:
"Oh, the pirates have suffered heavy losses recently. It's been less than half a year, and several pirate generals and pirate kings have disappeared one after another."
Klein subconsciously glanced at Renekton, who had no reaction. Some people can be awarded the title of "Pirate Nemesis", unlike me, who only hunted "Vice Admiral of Disease" once and failed.
"Uh, who are the missing pirate generals and pirate kings?" "Magician" Fors asked curiously.
Anderson changed his posture as if he suddenly became interested. He leaned forward, rested his elbows on the edge of the table, chuckled and said,
"In the past year, the first pirate general to be killed was 'Vice Admiral Hurricane' Zilingos, followed by 'Admiral of Blood' Senior, and 'Vice Admiral of the Deep Sea' Hal Constantine. He has not appeared for a long time. According to some information I have heard, he and his flagship 'News' were sunk into the deep sea and became one of the many underwater treasures."
"In addition to these, there is also 'Vice Admiral of Disease' Tracy, who was assassinated by German Sparrow on board the 'Black Death' but failed."
"Now there is another 'Undead King'. It is too dangerous to be a pirate. Fortunately, I am just a treasure hunter."
"The Hanged Man" Alger had a complicated expression on his face. If "Chariot" hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have thought about it. In less than a year, three pirate generals and one pirate king have died at sea. It's getting crazy.
After a pause, he looked at the "world" thoughtfully, and said in a flat tone:
"Now, investigating the origins of German Sparrow and the demigod who is active in the waters of the Rorsted Islands as the 'sea god' Kalvetuwa has become an important task for major organizations."
What does it mean? I am the one being investigated? It was Al who caused the trouble, but I was the one who took the blame. Klein complained in his heart speechlessly.
Instead of waiting to be investigated, I might as well take the initiative to give some half-true and half-false news. Thinking of this, he immediately manipulated the "world" to look at the "Hanged Man" and laughed in a low voice:
"I still have some understanding of German Sparrow. I don't know where I can get this task. I want to use some unimportant information to get some gold pounds."
Alger looked at the "world" thoughtfully. Does he have some understanding of German Sparrow? If my guess is correct, the "world" should be German Sparrow. Does it mean that he doesn't mind me submitting some information that seems important but is actually meaningless in exchange for the church's reward and trust?
The free exchange session lasted for a long time. Everyone was very interested in the fact that so many pirates had died in such a short period of time. It was not until the "Fool" at the top of the mottled long table announced the end of today's Tarot Club that everyone stood up and saluted with reluctance.
In a crimson light that surged like a tide, everyone's figures gradually melted away and disappeared into the gray fog along with the crimson light.
In the Rorsted Islands, in a private port belonging to the local rebels, the "Blue Avenger" was quietly anchored here.
In the captain's room on the upper deck of the cabin, Alger stood up from the chair behind the desk. He looked at the sea outside the convex window with a serious look and murmured in a low voice:
"The opportunity for the 'Sea Singer' ritual cannot bypass the church. I don't know when it will be my turn to go through the church's channel.
" "Behind the 'Hermit' stands the 'Mysterious Queen'. She may be able to find some Augunes. There are Sequence Five 'Sailors' in the pirate group of the 'Mysterious Queen'."
"The Church of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' represented by the 'White Tower' may also have some knowledge. 'Readers' and 'Sailors' are interchangeable channels. It is reasonable for them to raise some Augunes."
"But I can't contact the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' Church. This is completely handing my handle to the other party. If it is exposed, I won't even have the chance to be sent to the court of inquiry. I can only try the channel of Ms. 'Hermit'."
"If that doesn't work, prepare a powerful magical item, and then go directly to explore the primitive island. By the way, you can also collect materials for the 'Ocean Singer', but this will be too dependent on the 'world'."
After pondering for a moment, he planned to attend a pirate gathering that would be held in the next two days, and then decide whether to contact Ms. "Hermit".
After making a decision, he turned and walked out of the captain's room to check the supply situation on the ship.
As a pawn of the Storm Church to infiltrate the pirates, he is actually subject to great constraints. He needs to return to Pasu Island to report on his work every once in a while.
The Storm Church is also worried that these pirate captains who have been drifting on the sea for a long time will really become pirates, which will not be worth the loss. Chapter 528: Reminder of the "Orange Light"
Deep in the spirit world, under the cover of dots of light blue light, the figure of the prophet's clone was slightly illusory and shuttled forward.
Suddenly, his spiritual intuition suddenly produced some subtle premonitions, as if several gazes were cast from the deepest part of the spirit world.
He subconsciously stopped and looked up in the direction of his head. That was the deepest part of the spirit world and also the top of the spirit world. Above it was the historical fog area where Sefirah Castle was located.
At the top of the spirit world, the seven slowly flowing, bright lights of different colors containing endless knowledge suddenly became very close.
A burst of bright yellow brilliance passed in front of his eyes and quickly condensed into the image of a thin old man wearing a lemon yellow robe and a long white beard.
"Yellow Light" Venitan said with a gentle smile on his face:
"Long time no see, the patron of 'knowledge'. The spiritual world corresponding to the God-forsaken Land is separated from the surrounding area. I can't observe where your real body is, nor can I communicate with it, so I have to come to find you."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Venitan, I wonder what you want to see me about?" The prophet's clone asked in confusion while bowing slightly.
"Yellow Light" Venitan smiled and nodded, and gently dragged his right hand in the air. A layer of bright yellow light flowed and gathered like water, condensing into a picture from the real world:
it was a very thin old man, his hair was all gray and very messy, and he was wrapped in thick clothes, as if he was very afraid of the cold, and he kept chewing candy in his mouth. Once he finished eating, he would immediately throw another one in.
"His name is Turanny von Helmothuein. He is currently a scientist, mathematician, mechanic, and the father of the second-generation difference machine. He is also 'Orange Light' Hilarion."
"Now 'Orange Light' is about to return to the spirit world, and his incarnation in the real world will also die tonight."
"He has remembered his identity. You can go to him now and get the manuscript of the second-generation difference machine. This is very important for you who want to promote civilization in the southern continent. This can also be regarded as an investment from our Seven Lights." "He is
in the Rorsted Islands. You should know how to find him, or know where to wait for him." After
the voice fell, without waiting for the prophet's clone to answer, the figure of "Yellow Light" Venitan quickly decomposed into a piece of pure and clear bright yellow light that continued to flow, and returned to the top of the spirit world.
"I just arrived in the southern continent, and now I am asked to go back." The prophet's clone complained, glanced at the capital of the Uttar Pradesh in the southern continent, Hitron, outside the spirit world, turned around, and rushed to the spirit world area corresponding to the sea area of the Rorsted Islands again.
After a period of traveling through the spirit world, the prophet's clone finally returned to the Rorsted Islands.
In the spirit world area corresponding to Bayam, his inspiration produced some subtle premonitions. There seemed to be some changes here. Someone was watching here, and there was a faint, cursed breath.
He did not leave the spirit world immediately, but stayed where he was. His eyes obviously lost focus and were covered with a thick layer of silver. He made a simple prophecy based on the active information in the spirit world. After
confirming that the changes in the spirit world would not have any impact on him, and that he would not be struck by lightning as soon as he appeared in Bayam, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave the spirit world and descend into reality.
At the same time, the wind in Bayam, the City of Generosity, suddenly became fierce, as if it was controlled by an invisible hand and spread in all directions.
At the same time, a deep and grand voice echoed in the wind:
"Hermoshuin is at No. 32 Black Pepper Avenue!"
"Hermoshuin is at No. 32 Black Pepper Avenue!"
This voice was repeated several times in a row, spreading quickly to every corner of Bayam and echoing in everyone's ears.
"It's like a city-wide broadcast in another world. The 'Sea God's Scepter' is really useful." The prophet's clone looked out at the city of Bayam in the spirit world. He couldn't help but sigh at the extraordinary people from various forces who suddenly froze for a moment and then quickly became active.
After looking for a while, he turned his gaze to the hotels in the dock area. After observing for a while, he found the hotel where Klein was staying.
A little bit of brass light emerged from the void and quickly condensed into an illusory door covered with mysterious patterns.
The prophet's clone, wearing a light brown tweed coat, walked out from the other end of the illusory door. He looked at Gehrman Sparrow, who had just taken off half of his coat, and chuckled and said,
"Good evening, Mr. Great Adventurer. I'm here to wait for someone."
"Who?" Klein asked expressionlessly while putting on his coat again.
"The one you just mentioned in the city-wide broadcast, the father of the second-generation difference engine, Turanian von Helmothuein."
The prophet's clone answered with a chuckle, then turned and walked to the small round table by the window and sat down. He greeted the secret puppet dressed as a waiter who was standing blankly beside him:
"A cup of hot coffee, thank you."
Klein's mouth twitched, and then he controlled the disguised Gilchies to brew coffee, and he sat on the other side of the small round table.
Sitting back in the wooden chair and yawning, he spoke to break the silence and said,
"What are you looking for Hermoshuin for? Also, why don't you take the initiative to go to Black Pepper Avenue to find him, but come to wait for him here?"
"I want the differential engine manuscript in his hand." The prophet clone briefly explained his purpose, then turned his head to look at the sky covered by thick clouds outside the window, and sighed,
"If I dare to show up in Bayam openly, those furious lightning may destroy the surrounding city and me together."
Klein, who has a clear understanding of himself, couldn't help but complain in his heart, and then he thought of something, and asked again,
"So you 'predicted' that Hermoshuin would appear here?"
"This doesn't require 'prediction'." The prophet clone said calmly.
While the two were talking, Klein's secret doll had already placed a cup of brewed coffee and a cup of black tea in front of the prophet clone and himself respectively.
After taking a sip of the tea in front of him, Klein changed the subject and asked,
"What do you know about the Master of Secret Dolls?"
The prophet's clone pondered and sighed, "Very sneaky, and will become more sneaky."
"Seriously," Klein interrupted unhappily.
The prophet's clone shrugged, his expression became a little more serious, and he said, "The puppet is not just a tool, it is also an actor in a stage play, with a logical setting, performing in front of the audience."
Klein nodded slightly with understanding:
"The role of the 'Faceless Man' is cast on the puppet? No wonder this sequence is after the 'Faceless Man'."
"Except for the 'Fortune Teller' in the first stage, each subsequent sequence seems to be progressive?" The prophet's
clone nodded first, then shook his head and said:
"Divination can obtain information and judge danger. If the 'Fortune Teller' is placed in the later sequence, you are more likely to have stage accidents when performing."
Klein suddenly fell silent. He felt that this explanation was a bit hasty, but it seemed to make sense.
Knock, knock, knock!
The door of the hotel room was suddenly knocked at this time.
Klein first glanced at the prophet's clone, and then controlled his puppet Gilchies to open the door.
Outside the door, a thin old man with messy gray hair was throwing a brown candy into his mouth. He was wearing a thick coat stuffed with cotton and a heavy woolen coat on the outside.
Really came here? How did he avoid being tracked by so many extraordinary people, including demigods?
Klein looked at Helmothuein standing at the door and was stunned for a moment before reacting. He spoke in a low voice:
"Who are you looking for?"
Helmothuein's eyes stayed on the prophet's clone for a moment, then returned to Klein. He smiled weakly:
"I noticed you at the Seaweed Bar before, but I didn't have the chance to find you at that time."
"My life has come to the end, so I've been thinking about a lot of things recently."
"Please allow me to introduce myself. You can call me 'Orange Light' Hilarion."
"Orange Light" Hilarion? Klein subconsciously turned his head to look at the prophet's clone standing quietly beside him. No wonder he came directly to me to wait. Judging from the performance of the other seven lights in the spiritual world before, they would approach me as soon as they saw me.
After collecting his thoughts, Klein asked with some confusion:
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
Helmoshuin looked at Klein with some surprise, as if he was looking through him. After a brief silence, he chuckled and said,
"You seem to have come into contact with other spiritual worlds. It's a pity that I only recently remembered my identity, otherwise I would definitely be the first to see you."
After a pause, he continued,
"I'm here to remind you, be careful of the 'Mother Tree'!"
"He seems to have noticed you."
After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the prophet's clone who was standing quietly beside him and said,
"Young man, you still have the aura of 'Yellow Light' Venitan on you. Have you seen him just now?"
The prophet's clone nodded and chuckled,
"Yes, he asked me to come to you to get a manuscript of the second-generation differential engine."
Helmoshuin nodded lightly, not caring about it. He coughed lightly and said,
"My body is about to die, and I no longer have the strength to write a manuscript for you. You can wait for a while. After I return to the spirit world, hold a ceremony for me and I will teach you the corresponding knowledge."
As expected of the Seven Lights of the Spirit World who have a close relationship with the Church of Knowledge, they also like to teach knowledge to others. The prophet's clone sighed in his heart, stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and said:
"I know, but Mr. Venitan asked me to come directly. He may have predicted something."
This is also the reason why he chose to return directly to the Rorsted Islands. No matter what "Yellow Light" predicted, he has already paid the reward, and the prophet's clone does not mind making an extra trip.
Looking at Hermoshuin, whose face had turned even paler, as if he would die at any moment, he reached out of his pocket and took out a brass-colored talisman that he had prepared long ago and handed it over to him, saying,
"I'm here anyway, so I won't bother you again later. This is a talisman that I made based on the knowledge of the 'Hidden Sage'. After it is activated, it can record all the knowledge of the user's memories."
Hermoshuin was silent for a while, then he sighed and took the talisman handed over by the prophet's clone. During this process, he threw another candy into his mouth.
Holding the brass-colored talisman tightly in his hand, he whispered in ancient Hermetic language: "Knowledge!"
A dazzling light suddenly burst out from the brass-colored talisman, and a little bit of brass-colored light quickly wandered around, outlining one mysterious symbol after another, forming a pair of illusory eyes.
These illusory eyes stared at the front without blinking, as if they were carefully recording something.
This situation lasted for less than half a minute, and the tiny dots of brass light quickly gathered and formed a translucent ball of light in the air.
The prophet's clone took out a diamond-shaped blue crystal the size of a child's fist from the pocket on the other side, which was engraved with the holy emblem of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom".
The translucent ball of light floating in the air seemed to be attracted and flew straight into the blue crystal.
Putting away the blue crystal that recorded the knowledge of the second-generation differential engine in his hand, the prophet's clone bowed slightly to Helmoxiuyin and said:
"Thank you for your help."
"Cough~cough~" Helmoxiuyin coughed several times before he recovered, and said in a hoarse voice:
"It's okay. Although I don't know what deal Venitan has reached with you, it doesn't prevent me from choosing to trust their judgment." Chapter 529 Asking for Help
After two seconds of silence, Hermothuizen turned his gaze to Klein and said with a smile:
"Your Highness, I should leave now. The life of this body has come to an end."
"Yes." Klein maintained the expressionless face of Gehrman Sparrow and just nodded slightly.
Halfway through the turn, Helmothuein suddenly turned sideways, turned back to look at Klein and said:
"In the prophecy of 'Yellow Light', the great master above the spiritual world is one of the variables of doomsday. I met you now when the doomsday is approaching, which makes me more convinced of your identity."
"Although I can't be sure whether you are really the great master above the spiritual world, the characteristics of you are worthy of me coming over to express my friendship and make a certain investment."
"We, the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, are to some extent the embodiment of spiritual world information, and are naturally subordinates of the great master above the spiritual world. Your Highness, you can completely trust us."
"Ahem~Ahem~"
Klein was silent for a second, then said:
"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Hilarion."
Helmothuein nodded slightly, did not respond, and walked towards the stairs on one side of the corridor with heavy steps.
Klein didn't close the door until his figure disappeared from his sight. He turned his head to glance at the prophet's clone who had already sat back at the small round table. He said thoughtfully:
"Ever since the last incident with Admiral Amyrius, I have been cautious about the 'Mother Tree'. At that time, I took the opportunity of role-playing to change my identity and avoid it for a while. But 'Orange Light' Hilarion came to remind me to be careful of the 'Mother Tree'. I always feel that things are not that simple."
"He was controlled by the people of the Rose School before, and the Rose School is a force that believes in the 'Mother Tree'. Does he know something?"
The prophet's clone half leaned on the wooden chair, half holding the ceramic coffee cup in his right hand, tapping the rim of the cup with his index finger, and said:
"It's highly likely that, as Helmothuein said just now, I can get the manuscript of the second-generation differential engine from him after he returns to the spirit world. There's no need for 'Yellow Light' Venitan to ask me to get it now."
Klein's expression suddenly became serious. The fact that 'Yellow Light' Venitan called Al's clone over meant that he was certain that I couldn't survive this attack safely relying on my own abilities.
After two seconds of silence, he suddenly thought of something, and curiously turned his head to look at the prophet's clone and said,
"Aren't you a 'prophet'? What can you predict?"
The prophet's clone shrugged and said,
"The 'alien' path also has the ability to counter divination and anti-prophecy. I can't find anything with the interference of that kind of person."
"I had already made a prophecy before I came here. I can feel that there is danger, but I can't see any more information."
"But my appearance in Bayam is a dangerous thing. With Storm's irritable personality, once he notices me, he will definitely not be lenient when God punishes me."
After a pause, he seemed to see what Klein was thinking and said,
"It's too late for you to escape now. It will only be more dangerous on the road. There is also the possibility of interference when traveling through the spirit world. It's better to stay here. The Storm Church has strengthened the power stationed in Bayam, and they can be involved when necessary."
You are really skilled. Klein's mouth twitched slightly, paused, and asked curiously, "By the way, why do you like to trick the Storm Church so much?"
"On the sea, the most powerful is the Church of the Storm, and the Beyonders in the Storm Path are easily angered." The prophet's clone spread his hands with an expression that he had no other choice.
"You're right." Klein sighed in a low voice without commenting.
Then he walked heavily to the desk against the wall, picked up the pen on the table and began to write the letter he was going to send to Azik.
He briefly described his encounter with "Orange Light" Hilarion, and finally emphasized the other party's behavior of reminding him to be careful of the "Mother Tree", as well as his own speculation.
After putting down the pen, he took out the Azik copper whistle from his arms, put it to his mouth and blew it, while tearing the paper for the letter from the notebook.
On the floor of the hotel room, bones gushed out like a fountain, and pieced together in the air to form a tall skeleton messenger.
Klein folded the letter he had just torn off and handed it to the other party. After receiving the letter, the skeleton messenger quickly disintegrated and turned into a pile of bones and rushed into the spirit world.
"Why does it seem to be running away?" Klein looked at the prophet's clone who was sitting next to him without any movement, with some confusion.
"Maybe I looked at it too recklessly just now and scared the messenger." The prophet's clone said lightly, looking at the place where the skeleton messenger disappeared.
Klein nodded and said nothing more. He was busy taking out the adventurer's harmonica he used to summon the messenger lady and playing it.
Silently, the blonde, red-eyed, and four-headed Renette Tinicole appeared in the room.
The prophet's clone and the four heads and eight eyes held by the messenger lady stared at each other for a while, and then looked away somewhat unnaturally.
Renette Tinicole looked around, and finally looked at Klein, and said one by one:
"No." "Letter"
Klein forced a smile on his face, and took out a gold coin from his pocket and handed it over, saying:
"No letter this time. I have something to discuss with you. This is the summoning fee."
One of the heads that Renette Tinicole was holding suddenly leaned forward and bit the gold coin. The two heads that had not been able to speak before said:
"What." "Things."
Klein tried to make himself appear more sincere and said:
"I may encounter some dangers from the Rose School recently. I hope to summon you for help when the time comes, okay?"
Renette Tinicole's four heads looked at the prophet's clone who was half leaning on a wooden chair on the side. The scarlet eyes rolled and said:
"He is..." "Demigod." "Why..." "Looking for me." "I'm still wanted by the Church of the Storm. If I continue to brazenly clash with others in the Rorsted Archipelago, the punishment of the Storm may fall at any time."
The eight eyeballs of the four heads of Renette Tinicole rolled in their eye sockets. As if accepting this explanation, her four heads spoke in turn:
"Okay." "Pay." "Ten thousand" "Gold coins."
Ten thousand! That's ten thousand pounds!
Klein opened his mouth and said with a toothache: "I don't have so much money now."
"You" "Okay." "Instalments." "Pay."
Klein turned his head slightly and glanced at the prophet's clone who was still drinking coffee. There was some condemnation in his eyes. Miss Messenger, did you learn this from you?
The prophet's clone shrugged and spoke before Klein nodded:
"The Rose School will have saints and even angels coming. We can also take this opportunity to help you hunt one or two saints and retrieve part of your body."
The four heads in Renette Tinicole's hand looked at him with a serious look. In her scarlet eyes, the suppressed desire materialized and the aura on her body suddenly became extremely oppressive.
This state lasted for less than two seconds. She restrained her aura again, and the four heads spoke in turn:
"Yes." "If." "Success." "No charge"
The prophet's clone nodded gently and said: "I also called the angels of the Moss Ascetic Order to help. If you want to take advantage of the chaos to sneak attack and kill a saint, there is still a high probability of success."
Renette Tinicole didn't say anything else. The four heads she was holding nodded at the same time and disappeared into the hotel room.
After the messenger left, Klein immediately asked:
"When did you notify the angels of the Moss Ascetic Order? Where is the messenger's body?"
"Now." As the prophet's clone spoke, his right hand grasped the void in front of him and dragged out a piece of light yellow paper from the spirit world.
"Reinette Tinicole was the leader of the Rose School's temperance faction. Later, due to the birth of S'ea, the Rose School broke out in a civil war, and she also fell under the siege of S'ea and other high-level officials."
"But she should have made certain preparations in advance and resurrected in a special state in the spirit world."
"Her 'ancient evil' body was divided into many pieces, and each was sealed in the place of the saints of the Rose School's indulgence faction."
While speaking, he picked up a pen at the desk and quickly wrote down a few words in Tutan language, then folded the letter paper and threw it into the spirit world.
A clattering sound suddenly sounded, and a piece of white paper suddenly spit out from the radio receiver that Klein had placed aside.
He hurriedly thought about it, and while recording it, he used the code book to translate the content of the telegram.
The prophet's clone looked sideways and relied on his memory to translate the content of the telegram signal directly in his mind:
"I see you."
"It's still using the universal encryption method. The people of the Rose School really have some brains, but not much."
While sighing, his inspiration produced some subtle premonitions, and his eyes naturally deepened, lost focus, and were covered with a thick layer of silver.
In this state, the world in his eyes became extremely chaotic and blurred, as if it was made up of countless visions.
In these visions, countless colors flowed, as if corresponding to the various desires in people's hearts, they piled up and deformed layer by layer.
Not long after, a tree with a twisted and weird posture appeared. The branches of the tree crown extended upwards, and there was no end in sight. It seemed to have entered the illusory star world and was connected to a certain place and a certain existence.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
The sound of his heart beating violently echoed in his ears, beating with the emotions and desires in his heart.
The prophet clone only felt a sharp stinging sensation in his eyes, as if a needle had pierced his eyes. His nose felt hot and blood gushed out.
The state of "prophecy" was passively interrupted. The prophet clone swayed for a moment and quickly reached out to hold on to the table to stabilize his body.
He reached out and touched the blood flowing from his nostrils, baring his teeth and saying,
"I saw something I shouldn't have seen. When did my "prophecy" ability become so strong?"
"What did you see? Is it related to the telegram just now?" Klein took a towel and handed it over, asking with concern.
Taking the towel from Klein, he wiped the blood off his face and said,
"I accidentally saw some projections of the 'Mother Tree'. The process was very short, and I only saw a little projection. "He" should not have noticed my spying."
"The people of the Rose School should have searched the whole city for you. Fortunately, the death of Hermoshuin has mobilized the official forces here, and the Rose School's search cannot be too reckless."
Klein's face sank, and he couldn't help but suggest,
"Should we leave Bayam now?"
The prophet's clone shook his head slowly. He looked at the dark sky outside the window and said calmly,
"When I passed by the spirit world here before, I noticed some subtle changes, with a hint of curse. Obviously, the people of the Rose School have anticipated this possibility and made certain preparations."
"I can leave through the spirit world, but I may not be able to take you with me. Let's wait for Mr. Azik to arrive." Chapter 530 Sun Cube
Klein's face was not very good. After a moment of silence, he whispered:
"How about I change my identity now and stay in the nearest Storm Church for a night?"
The prophet's clone looked at Klein with some surprise, and chuckled:
"You can try, but they will definitely be able to trace the identity of German Sparrow later."
"Besides, what are you going to do with your secret doll? It can't be too far away from you, otherwise it will directly become a dead body. In addition, he is a Beyonder of the Demon Path, and it is easy to be discovered if he appears in a place like a church."
Klein sighed helplessly. Gilchies is a Sequence 5 "Apostle of Desire" and is holding a powerful magical item. His combat ability is stronger than his own. He must not give up easily.
Frowning and thinking for a moment, he spoke again:
"Perhaps, I can go near the church. I just need to make some noise when I am attacked, and the Punishers of the Storm Church will soon notice it."
"Besides, even if it is that 'evil god', he can't just fight in front of the church of a righteous God, right? Especially when the Church of the Storm's Sea Waves Church was stolen by Amon not long ago."
"I remember that the Punisher team here is in charge of a seal of the 'Night' path. It can pull living creatures within a certain range into the same dream. This is beneficial to me because I can stay awake in the dream."
The prophet's clone nodded slightly in agreement with Klein's idea, and then said:
"It's a good idea, but you need to go above the gray fog first and help me transfer some magical items over. They will definitely be useful later."
As he spoke, he stood up from the wooden chair, and the light blue light in his eyes surged, outlining strange symbols that were reflected in the room, forming a layer of spiritual wall with a concealment effect.
Seeing that the surroundings were closed by the spiritual wall, Klein no longer hesitated and immediately took four steps backwards to enter the space above the gray fog.
In the God-forsaken Land, Renekton walked in the lonely and dark wilderness with a dark yellow lantern.
Under the dim light, the standard of distance measurement was distorted. Every time he took a step, his figure twisted and moved forward tens of meters.
This process was repeated continuously. In just a few breaths, his figure walked forward thousands of meters.
Two minutes later, Renekton stopped moving forward and put the dark yellow lantern on the ground. There were dots of golden light hanging around, emitting a bright and warm light, and also carrying the purifying power of the sun field.
After the corrosion on his body was purified, he casually threw out a handful of black powder, spreading spirituality, creating a night dotted with stars around him, with a "soul-soothing" effect, allowing him to rest while gradually smoothing out the negative desires and emotions caused by the dark yellow lantern.
After a short rest, a thick gray fog suddenly surged in front of him. At the highest point of the gray fog, the figure of the "Fool" sat leisurely on a high-backed chair, looking extremely tall and mysterious.
He was still thinking about why Klein was looking for him at this time, and the next moment, his voice echoed in his ears:
"I have been targeted by the Rose School, and your clone is also here. He needs some magical items."
"I know that the 'Mother Tree' wants to have a child with you. Of course, you may be responsible for giving birth to the child." Renekton said with a smile and without empathy.
Above the gray fog, Klein's mouth twitched. Thank you, don't remind me of this.
He cut off the connection with Renekton with a dark face, and then searched for a stack of cut paper figures from the pile of sundries, ready to take them out for use later.
About a minute later, he saw the crimson star representing Renekton begin to expand and contract, bringing with it circles of crimson ripples, and heard Renekton's prayer:
"Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray fog, you are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."
"Your loyal servant prays to you;
prays for you to open the door of the kingdom;
prays for you to accept his offering."
Klein stood up from the high-backed chair and walked to the back of the grand hall. He extended his spiritual touch to the illusory dark door and pushed it open with his spirituality.
The sobbing wind whistled and took shape, and the boundless gray fog began to surge. The illusory dark door creaked and was slowly pushed open.
A painting with mixed pigments, like a child's graffiti, and a dark yellow lantern with a metallic luster were thrown out from the other side of the door.
As the sacrifice was thrown out, the illusory door quickly became transparent and disappeared as if it could not continue.
Klein raised his hand slightly, and the two magical items flew to the mottled long table on the side.
Sitting back in the high-back chair belonging to the "Fool", he picked up the two magical items with some curiosity, and confirmed their magical effects and negative effects through divination.
After a while, the sound of prayers rang out again above the gray fog. A new crimson star emerged from the depths of the gray fog. The crimson ripples like water waves spread in the magnificent ancient palace, mixed with some childish and familiar voices.
"The voice of Bugs Bunny, the creatures praying to the 'Fool' are becoming more and more diverse. I wonder if there will be cats, dogs, or even fish in the sea praying to me in the future."
With a low sigh, Klein repeated the previous action again, spreading his spirituality to push open the illusory door created by the sacrifice ceremony, and took the things that Bugs Bunny sacrificed to the gray fog. It was a golden square box engraved with many symbols and magic signs. It was a bit like a metal Rubik's Cube that could be twisted at will. No matter how the symbols and magic signs engraved on the surface were combined, they could just connect into a complete pattern.
Just holding it in his hand, Klein felt a dry mouth and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and back.
The skin where his right hand touched the golden Rubik's Cube was burned red, and there was a faint charred black.
"This negative effect is much more serious than the Sun Brooch. If the Sun Brooch is midsummer, then this is directly entering the desert at noon, and this heat is real, not just an illusion of the body. Holding it for a long time will really turn you into a mummy."
"And this is above the gray fog. Once you leave this place, can this thing really be used?"
Klein pondered while trying to divine its effects and negative effects.
After writing the divination sentence on the materialized paper, he held the paper in his right hand and repeated it in a low voice several times, then closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep in the form of meditation.
In the dream, as soon as he regained consciousness, he was stimulated by the bright and dazzling sunlight and couldn't open his eyes.
The next moment, the light around him suddenly weakened and became weaker and weaker, as if it was being swallowed by something.
Klein slowly opened his eyes. The light around him became extremely weak and almost disappeared completely. In front of him, the golden Rubik's Cube engraved with many symbolic symbols and magic signs was still in mid-air, emitting a faint light, flickering, like an old incandescent lamp with poor contact.
"Is it absorbing light? One of the effects of this Rubik's Cube is that it can absorb and store light?" Klein whispered in confusion.
As if in response to his doubts, the Rubik's Cube engraved with many symbolic symbols and magic signs suddenly rotated spontaneously. When its six faces were combined into a sun pattern, dots of golden sunlight shone from the inside of the Rubik's Cube.
The light seemed to have cracked the metal surface of the Rubik's Cube, spreading along the lines of the sun and completely lighting it up.
At this moment, a fierce sunlight burst out. The pure and flawless blazing light engulfed everything in an instant, like a radiance that purified everything, leaving no trace of evil around, and no trace of darkness left!
Even space became chaotic under this blazing light. Once enveloped by this light, it would be difficult to escape. Everything under this light, even the soul, would be burned and purified by it.
The strong impact woke Klein up from his deep sleep. He half leaned on the high-back chair, breathing heavily.
Although he was in a dream, he really felt that his body and soul were melted in the blazing sunlight for a moment.
He panted and sighed:
"Huh, is this thing really not used to perish together with the person? Even the user cannot avoid the damage it brings, and because he is too close, he may be the first to be melted by the scorching sun."
"You can use it by forming the same pattern on different sides of the Rubik's Cube, but it should have more than just the 'sun' pattern just now. Forget it, I'd better not continue divination, that feeling is too uncomfortable."
"Among the first-level sealed objects, it should be considered one of the most lethal. The characteristics of its creation should come from the golden chariot in the ruins of the war of gods. The appearance of the Rubik's Cube has obviously been modified by a craftsman. To be able to modify a first-level sealed object, he must be a 'craftsman' at least at the demigod level."
After muttering to himself for a while, he quickly gathered his mind, spread his spirituality, communicated with the crimson star representing the prophet's incarnation, and asked the other party to prepare to accept the bestowed ceremony.
In the hotel in the dock area, the prophet's clone half leaned against the window frame, calmly watching the street outside under the dim street lights, the falling leaves fluttering against the wind, the curtains of the house in the distance suddenly shaking, and the pale figure flashing on the glass window.
"It came quite quickly. Did you sense something, so you sped up?" He whispered to himself, and suddenly raised his left hand and snapped his fingers lightly.
Snap! The crisp sound was covered by the sonic boom that suddenly appeared in the air above his head. The violent airflow in the air was mixed with some pale yellow paper scraps.
A powerful and terrifying spirit almost "scanned" in the next moment, with undisguised anger.
The intensity of the sonic boom just now was not too high, but the explosion-like sound was very penetrating, which easily reminded people of the sound that spread throughout the city before.
Under the dim light, the street seemed unusually quiet, with only the wind whistling past, which had become much more intense.
In the sky, the strong wind lifted up the "Sea King" Yann Kautman from a distance.
His loose storm priest robe was propped up by his well-defined muscles, rustling in the wind, and his deep blue eyes scanned the streets and houses below.
After a moment, the howling wind in the air gradually weakened, leaving only a cold snort echoing around with the night wind.
After confirming that "Sea King" Yann Kautman had moved away from this side, the prophet's clone suddenly took out a light yellow paper man from his pocket. Many strange symbols were drawn on the paper man with spiritual blood.
He shook his right hand in the air, and the paper man was thrown directly out of the window by him. It swelled and twisted in the air, and transformed into a figure wearing a dark cloak.
The paper man landed lightly, looked around, and then naturally blended into the surrounding shadows and ran towards the dock outside the city.