Chapter 551: Dark Wolf
The deep gaze of Renekton made the Dark Wolf Kotal, who was manipulating the secret puppet behind him, feel uncomfortable. He continued to manipulate his secret puppet and said:
"I can feel that you have the breath from 'Source Castle'."
".And there is a very dangerous feeling."
Renekton pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing an insincere smile, and said calmly:
"'Dark Wolf' Kotal? How many layers of historical projection did you put on yourself to create the secret puppet?"
The secret puppet in the image of a middle-aged man in front of him said expressionlessly:
"My spiritual intuition tells me that you are very dangerous."
"But you can't help but be curious about the breath of 'Source Castle' on me, so you let the secret puppet observe me nearby again and again?"
Renekton echoed what the other party said, while stimulating the breath from above the gray fog that remained on his body, and recited the honorable name of "The Fool" twice in his heart.
Backlund, Klein, who had changed his identity and appeared in this metropolis, was busy rebuilding his social circle and enriching his new identity.
As soon as he walked out of the door, a vague whisper suddenly echoed in his ears. The scene above the gray fog appeared in his mind again, and he saw the swaying gray fog.
He stopped and looked at the butler waiting on the side and said:
"I think I need to change into a more decent and more suitable set of clothes. Wait for me for a while."
After saying that, he turned back to the room at an unhurried pace and closed the door.
After leaving the butler's sight, he walked quickly to the bathroom, chanting the spell while walking four steps in the opposite direction and came to the gray fog.
Klein looked at the star in front of him that was constantly shrinking and expanding, creating circles of crimson ripples, and was slightly stunned.
The whispers in his ears were still unclear, making him feel that the other party was just randomly saying some meaningless words, just to stimulate this crimson star and cause the gray fog to vibrate.
"I, the Fool, am becoming more and more shameless. What's the difference between this and knocking on someone else's door late at night when you have nothing to do?"
Klein complained as he spread his spirituality and touched the crimson star that represented Renekton.
A tide of light suddenly burst out, flooding half of the hall, and then quickly retracted, condensing into a picture.
In the picture, Renekton was communicating with a middle-aged man holding an animal skin lantern and wearing a classical court robe that did not fit this era.
As Klein cast his eyes, the middle-aged man seemed to sense something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, as if searching for something.
At the same time, Klein felt several strong or subtle gazes looking at him from different places. They searched blindly for a while, but could not find the target and gradually disappeared.
Klein paused above the gray fog. He resisted the urge to cut off the picture right now and stared at the middle-aged man in the classical court robe in the picture. Above this gray fog, he easily saw through the spiritual line of the other person being controlled by someone.
The spiritual line on his body slanted upwards and sank into the darkness.
Klein tried to expand his vision and search for the operator behind the secret doll. Within the range that he could observe through the crimson star corresponding to Renekton, there was no figure of the operator at all. He only found some monsters hidden in the darkness that were transformed into secret dolls.
"The maximum distance at which the other party manipulates the secret doll has exceeded the range that I can observe above the gray fog. This is at least a Sequence 3 Saint, or even an angel."
"Could it be the 'Dark Demon Wolf' that Al mentioned once before?"
Klein muttered to himself for a moment, and then quickly calmed down and watched the conversation between Renekton and the other party on the screen.
The secret doll in front of Renekton retracted its gaze towards the sky and said calmly:
"Stranger 'Sage', are you willing to make a deal with me and use the breath from 'Source Castle'?"
Renekton chuckled and said, "Sure, I only need one trait of a 'Miracle Worker'."
"That's impossible. I don't have any extra 'Miracle Worker' traits to separate, and this deal is not equivalent."
The middle-aged man controlled by the "Dark Demon Wolf" shook his head and rejected Renekton's conditions. His eyes stayed on the mechanical glove on Renekton's right hand for a while, and then he spoke again:
"If you need angel-level traits, I can help you hunt down an 'Evil Words Elder' who is wandering here."
Renekton sneered and said,
"Hunt down the angels under the seat of the 'True Creator' in front of him? Then why don't I cooperate with him and hunt down a 'Dark Demon Wolf'?"
Kotal was not angry because of Renekton's words, at least he didn't show it on his secret doll.
The middle-aged man in dark classical palace robes had a gentle expression and said in a calm voice:
"I can create an environment that distorts the surrounding time and space. In this case, he will be completely isolated from the outside world, and even information cannot be exchanged."
"This has a certain stealth effect and can be used to isolate the gaze of the 'True Creator'." Renekton moved his right hand with the mechanical glove, and the lavender glow in his eyes became deeper. He showed appropriate astonishment on his face, and then he said with a look of understanding:
"'Mysterious Realm'? This should be an ability possessed by the 'Mysterious Attendant' of Sequence One."
"You shouldn't have been promoted yet. Amon is in the God-Forsaken Land. If a 'Mysterious Attendant' appears here, he will not have no reaction, even if you are almost no threat to him."
"In other words, you have mastered the characteristics of a 'Mysterious Attendant', or you can summon the historical images of Antigonus and Fragera from the gaps in history?"
In front of him, the middle-aged man in classical robes had a rare change in his expression. He looked up and down at Renekton in surprise, and then slowly said:
"You know this path very well. If I couldn't be sure that you are a real living person, I would even suspect that you are a secret puppet controlled by Sefirah Castle."
After a two-second pause, he suddenly said with an expression of sudden enlightenment:
"I just felt the prying eyes, but I couldn't see who it was. The one who is really communicating with me now is the one who controls the 'Source Castle', or the 'Source Castle' itself?"
Above the gray fog, Klein's face was strange for a moment. The guess made some sense, but I was actually just a spectator sitting above the gray fog.
As his thoughts surged, he stretched out his right hand, intending to pass the locations of the secret dolls he had found to Renekton. Just when his hand was halfway extended, he suddenly stopped.
After thinking for a while, he changed direction and picked up the strange crown stained with rust and blood on the table on his right. Using the connection established by the crimson stars, he established a "heart communication" between himself and Renekton, and passed on the locations of the secret dolls he found hidden in the depths of darkness.
At the same time, he asked in his heart:
"Is the one behind these secret puppets the 'Dark Wolf' Kotar?"
Renekton's thoughts quickly reached his mind:
"It's him. The noise I made earlier must have attracted his attention, and then he noticed the 'Source Castle' aura on me that was stained with the gray fog."
"Do you need the 'Spirit Worm'? Now that you have met it, you can't return empty-handed."
It... There is nothing wrong with saying that, but the other party is a living angel, and you can already call it "Him". Are you looking down on this "Dark Wolf" a little too much? Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Then, Renekton's thoughts echoed in his mind:
"Is it possible that I can hear it."
Klein's expression froze for a moment, and then he changed the subject and said:
What is the 'Spirit Worm'? Also, the other party is an angel from the 'Fortune Teller' path. Will we really not be discovered if we conspire so loudly like this?"
"The 'Sage' already has some hidden abilities, so it didn't notice your gaze just now. "
Rekton answered Klein's question in his mind, and slowly shook his head at the Dark Wolf waiting for his answer, saying,
"I don't think you have any sincerity, and I still maintain a cooperative relationship with the True Creator."
At the end of his words, his voice became very slow, and his body was like a rusty, old, and poorly functioning machine, his movements and thoughts were slowing down synchronously.
This state only lasted for a moment, and he suddenly became illusory, and the spiritual body line became non-existent.
Don't use the paper angel, I can't cover it up, it will catch the trace. After warning Klein in his heart, he quickly gathered his mind and gently rubbed his right hand wearing a mechanical glove. Silently
, a pure and clear light lit up around him . The light illuminated every corner, turning this place into a dark-free kingdom without a trace of darkness, leaving no shadows, and allowing nothing to hide.
All the monsters hidden in the darkness that were transformed into secret puppets were revealed, and they became extremely conspicuous in Renekton's eyes.
As soon as the light appeared, Renekton once again fell into a state of slow thinking, stiff body and sluggish movements. The "Dark Wolf" tried to control the thread of his spirit again.
In the pure and clear light, a monster with a human body, a bird's head, hands and wings combined, somewhat similar to the harpy flew into the air, and a sharp and hoarse voice came out of its mouth:
"I make a wish: darkness is coming."
The thick and deep darkness flooded the surroundings like a tide, swallowing up all light and sound, and plunging the surroundings into a deathly silence.
In the pure lightless darkness, Renekton felt that the remaining breath of the goddess of night was gathering and stirring. Chapter 552: The Nameless Chapter
When the spirit line was manipulated, Renekton's thinking and movements became stiff and slow. The extraordinary ability that could be formed in an instant was delayed for one or two seconds to complete.
In the lightless darkness, golden rays emerged and wandered in the air, becoming more and more pure, and finally evolved into a seal-like projection.
One second after the seal was formed, Renekton began to recite the ancient Hermetic language to notarize:
"Invalid!"
In the air, the seal-like projection turned into a pure light golden stream and sank into Renekton's body. The slow thinking, stiff body, and sluggish movements caused by the manipulation of the spirit line on him instantly disappeared.
Taking advantage of this gap, he used a "mysterious reappearance" that he had always mastered but never used.
The orange-red dusk light suddenly appeared. In the center of a transparent and illusory palace that was as grand and ancient as a giant's residence, people with extremely blurred and terrifying auras sat around a long table stained with blood. They had ferocious expressions and were fighting to share the food on the table.
The next moment, the blurred figures sitting on both sides of the long table turned their heads and looked at the middle-aged man in dark classical court robes.
Some of them had particularly terrifying auras, resonating with certain things in the surrounding environment, as if they would walk out of this illusory scene at any time and descend into reality.
This was the scene of the "Feast of Betrayal", a mysterious magic created by the mystical knowledge of the death of the ancient sun god, which could awaken or give objects intelligence and make them betray.
As the scene of the ancient sun god being eaten emerged, it seemed to have caused a chain reaction. The lightning in the sky suddenly became more frequent, and a little golden light fell from time to time. Something began to surge in the depths of the darkness, becoming quiet and dangerous.
The atmosphere around him suddenly became chaotic and dangerous, revealing an extreme madness and evil, as if an extremely terrifying existence had cast its eyes here.
The thick, deep darkness was illuminated by the silver-white lightning and golden spots that gathered more and more in the sky. Under the dazzling light, the middle-aged man in the dark classical court robe showed an evil smile on his face, and his dark black eyes with a hint of green became more agile, giving people the intuitive feeling that he seemed to be a little different from before.
Under Renekton's gaze, he casually threw away the animal skin lantern in his hand, opened his hands, and had an indescribable smile on the corners of his mouth, as if he was feeling something, embracing something.
Renekton looked at the strangely behaving secret puppet in front of him, and gently rubbed his right hand wearing a bronze mechanical glove twice.
Dots of pale yellow stars floated around him, quickly outlining a pattern similar to a scale.
At the same time, he clenched his right fist and pressed it against the chest of the secret doll. He whispered a word in ancient Hermetic language:
"Death!"
In front of him, the secret doll opened its hands as if embracing something. Its expression was dull for a moment. Suddenly, rusty red stardust surged out of his heart, and a red and nearly white flame emerged. In an instant, it fell into decay and death, and finally exploded with a bang.
As if a chain reaction had been triggered, red flames rose continuously within a few kilometers around, making explosion-like sounds.
"Hmph~"
A somewhat illusory and erratic cold snort came from the darkness far away. It was very unreal, as if it was echoing from the mist of history.
The breath of "Dark Wolf" Kotar flashed, and Renekton's eyes flashed, and instantly became extremely deep. He tried to peek into the river of fate to find traces of "Dark Wolf".
After a moment, his eyes became clear again. After shaking his head with a hint of disappointment, he rubbed his fingers together, creating a series of invisible hands stained with mist, and controlled them to pick up the things left by the secret doll that had just died nearby.
Seeing that the conflict that had suddenly erupted ended so suddenly, Klein above the gray fog still felt a little unreal. While carefully checking whether there were any hidden secret dolls left around, he asked in his mind:
"How did you do it? Kill most of the secret dolls around in an instant, and the other party did not resist?"
Renekton picked up the spirit insect that the "Dark Demon Wolf" had no time to take back, and whispered to himself:
"I turned a secret doll against the enemy, and let it connect all the secret dolls around it to itself, so that the influence I exerted would act on all the secret dolls in an instant."
"Rebellion?" Klein felt a little unbelievable. He did not expect that secret dolls could also be turned against the enemy.
Renekton nodded slightly and said,
"The mysterious reproduction I used just now is called 'Feast of Betrayal'. It comes from the mysterious knowledge of the ancient sun god being eaten. Its effect is very simple. It can make an object born with intelligence, or awaken the intelligence of the object itself, making it betray."
"I used the characteristics of the 'Fallen Count' to distort the concept between the secret doll and the object, allowing the secret doll of the 'Dark Wolf' to give birth to its own intelligence and betray the 'Dark Wolf'."
This is unscientific but very mystical. The dangers in the mysterious world may come from various places. In the future, you have to be careful that your secret dolls are turned against you. Klein complained in his heart for a few words, and then asked about the role of the spirit worm. "It can be used to make spells, or to create magical items. It can also be used as a material for certain rituals or potions. It is a relatively high-level material, especially since it comes from an angel."
Renekton answered to himself, and then sealed all the well-collected spirit worms into a translucent amber and handed it to the invisible servant standing behind him.
After doing all this, he suddenly said:
"I happen to have time. I can help you find some tricksters. Remember to make more money during this period, otherwise I'm afraid you can't afford it."
Klein above the gray fog was silent for two seconds, then he chuckled and said:
"It seems that your humanity is gradually recovering."
After a pause, he continued:
"My 'Master of Secrets' potion has not yet begun to digest. There is no rush to collect materials. You can stay here first, and I will buy it from you when I have enough money."
"Okay, as long as you are not afraid of me raising the price."
As soon as the voice fell, Renekton's body suddenly became ethereal, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, pouring into the spirit world like a torrent, and moving towards a certain direction deep in the spirit world.
Above the gray fog, Klein released the "psychic communication" and sat on the top seat of the mottled long table. He looked at the endless gray fog in front of him and fell into deep thought.
If I were on Earth, I would have posted a message on the forum asking for help. What should I do if my friend suddenly becomes an evil god?
Thinking about it, Klein couldn't help laughing.
After sitting on the chair for a while, he spread his spirituality to wrap himself, simulated the feeling of falling, and left the space above the gray fog.
Deep in the spirit world, Renekton, who had transformed into an information form, surged forward like a torrent, while screening various information that was constantly deposited in the spirit world, trying to find information about the tricksters.
Although the tricksters, like the spirit world plunderers, are the main materials of the "trickster", their wisdom is far inferior to the latter. They do not have the ability to communicate normally, and they will not interfere with anti-divination and anti-prophecy from the spirit world level.
However, this kind of monster is not common in the God-forsaken Land. In addition, the information deposited in the spirit world is too complicated. Without special means like Arrodes, it is difficult to quickly screen it out.
After lingering in the spirit world for nearly half an hour, Renekton was able to roughly determine the approximate activity area of the tricksters.
The dim light composed of a large amount of complex information surged rapidly. The creatures active in the spirit world seemed to be completely blind to the light, allowing it to flow past them and even pass through their bodies. Only a small number of spirit world creatures with strong auras would notice the abnormality and make evasive movements.
In more than ten minutes, he arrived at an area where tricksters were active.
In the spirit world, his body was reorganized in a large amount of pure knowledge. His eyes looked extremely deep, like the sea surface before a storm, obviously losing focus and looking vast.
In this case, he could easily peek at the long river representing fate and extract some information from it.
After confirming that there were tricksters nearby with the messenger of "prophecy", he took a step forward, and his figure quickly faded and became transparent, breaking away from the spirit world with layers of colors and coming to reality.
The frequency of lightning in the sky dropped to one or two minutes. In the darkness, the atmosphere of the secret, corrupt, and mutant fields became unusually active.
Renekton wore a mechanical glove and tapped his right index finger and thumb against each other twice. The glove on his hand quickly made a clicking sound, and then a crack appeared from the palm of his hand, emitting a blazing white light with a bit of hot breath.
He raised his hand slightly, raised his right hand to the shoulder, and let the light emitted by the glove dispel the darkness around him.
With this light, he finally saw the surrounding environment clearly. It was a piece of building ruins that was not large or dense. It looked like a village. Their houses used more bluestone slabs as raw materials, so some traces could still be retained.
A deep lavender slowly emerged in Renekton's eyes. He calmly looked around in the darkness around him for a few times and found several monsters hidden in the darkness, but none of them were the tricksters he was looking for.
After pausing for two seconds, he followed his intuition and walked into the depths of the ruins.
Not long after he walked, he suddenly heard a rustling sound, like some creature chewing stones, very sharp, making his teeth ache.
When he moved closer, the sound quickly disappeared.
Two or three seconds later, the sound came again in another direction completely opposite to the previous one. Chapter 553 Leaving the Forsaken Land
Renekton turned back and looked in the direction of the sound, and uttered a word in ancient Hermetic language:
"Light!"
A bright and pure light descended from the sky, completely dispelling the darkness in front of him, revealing a monster gnawing at the broken and decayed bluestone slabs in the ruins in the darkness.
It was nearly four meters tall, grayish white in color, with armor-like patterns carved on its body. It had goat horns on its head and a hound-like mouth, revealing its fangs when it was half open.
It held the bluestone slab in its two hands and put it in its mouth, and there was a seven or eight meter long stone halberd at its feet.
What attracted people's attention most was its pair of burning red eyes and six pairs of grayish white membrane-covered wings, which would gradually petrify people if they looked into its eyes.
"Six-winged gargoyle?" Renekton pondered as he looked at the monster that had revealed its figure in front of him.
Bang! Bang!
Heavy footsteps came from all around, and two gray-white six-winged gargoyles nearly four meters tall walked out of the darkness. They each held a seven or eight-meter-long four-piece spear, and their eyes burning with red light stared at Renekton.
"Have I poked the gargoyles' lair?"
He whispered to himself, and his body suddenly became transparent, illusory, and turned into a pile of bubbles.
Under the light, these bubbles reflected dreamy colors, scattered and flew away in a flash.
The next moment, his figure appeared directly next to the six-winged gargoyle who was still stuffing the bluestone slab into his mouth, and his right hand with a mechanical glove pressed tightly on the gray-white stone body of the six-winged gargoyle.
A little bronze light flowed out from the mechanical glove, quickly wandering in the body of the six-winged gargoyle, and disintegrated its body structure bit by bit.
Silently, the tall six-winged gargoyle turned into pieces of mottled and decayed debris, which fell to the ground. Only the pair of eyes burning with red light remained intact, detached from its body and fell on Renekton's right hand wearing a mechanical glove. After
doing all this, Renekton turned his head to look at the other two six-winged gargoyles who came out from behind.
They seemed to be extremely frightened, and ran towards the darkness behind them at a speed that was not in line with their heavy bodies. The huge soles of their feet landed on the ground without making any sound of trampling.
Renekton narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand and grasped it in mid-air, condensed a white jade chess piece, and threw it out casually.
In the darkness, the two six-winged gargoyles that were running quickly suddenly slowed down, and they couldn't take a step for a long time.
Renekton carefully looked at the two six-winged gargoyles that were running away for a moment. Their gray and tall stone bodies gradually became transparent, collapsed inward, and finally turned into a translucent ghost with the size of a normal human.
"Only one of the three six-winged gargoyles is real. It seems that it has not discovered that its companions are all fake. Things with stone brain structures are not very smart."
Renekton complained in a low voice, raised his left hand, and bright stars swirled around him. These stars flew away at the moment of formation, condensed and condensed in mid-air, and turned into long spears with twinkling starlight.
These long spears easily penetrated the translucent ghosts that were in a slow state, melting and disintegrating their bodies bit by bit.
Compared with the six-winged gargoyles, the bodies of the tricksters were much more fragile. It felt that the sunlight I summoned just now was a little more blazing, which could directly melt them. Renekton made an evaluation in his heart while moving forward, preparing to pick up the items condensed from the characteristics of the two tricksters.
They were strange eyes, mainly dark, with complicated and unclear patterns around them, and the eyes were like a lightless water surface.
Renekton picked up the main eyes of the two tricksters respectively, and then summoned several invisible servants and handed them the extraordinary materials condensed in his hands.
After the invisible servant withdrew, he transformed into a pure information flow creature again, and quickly approached the Giant King's Court in the form of wandering in the spirit world.
As time passed, the frequency of lightning in the sky increased from once every one or two minutes to once every three or four seconds.
Where the Giant King's Court was located, a light composed of countless pure and complex information that was difficult to observe emerged from the spirit world.
This light had a certain strange rhythm, as if it had merged with this magnificent palace, and it shuttled freely inside, but did not touch the guards here.
At the front gate of the Giant King's Court, a faint light that was difficult to see gathered in the air.
These lights suddenly became chaotic and distorted, as if they would collapse into countless information flows at any time.
At a certain moment, these lights suddenly disappeared from the original place, completely disappeared, leaving no trace.
Outside the God-Forsaken Land, on the ocean that evolved from the ruins of the God War, a faint light composed of countless complex and pure knowledge slowly floated in the air, as if it had fallen into a state of sluggishness. The moment he left the Forsaken Land, countless prayers echoed in Renekton's ears. They were either male or female, far or near, ethereal or mute, with strong and pure emotions, earnestly expressing their confusion and their prayers.
It was as if all the prayers that had accumulated for a long time were received by him all at once. Renekton only felt the incomparable noise in his ears, and had the urge to silence the whole world.
After a long time, Renekton finally sorted out the prayers echoing in his ears, directly blocked the irrelevant ones, marked the ones that needed to be responded to, responded to some automatically, and threw some to the "Hidden Sage".
After re-adjusting his state, Renekton reassembled his body from the complex and pure information. He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face, muttering to himself:
"I have successfully received the faith and my state has become more stable. The previously suppressed humanity and lost emotions are returning little by little."
"This is a good thing. The more stable my humanity is, the more I can retain my self after merging with the main body of the Western Continent, and I can even separate myself again."
After a moment of silence, he turned and looked at the Giant King's Court behind him, which was shrouded in orange dusk and covered with a layer of golden red.
The Giant King's Court seen from the Sea of Ruins is more magnificent and spectacular than the one seen in the God-Forsaken Land. It is more like a scene from a myth, and more in line with the kingdom of the Giant King Ormir! After
quietly watching the Giant King's Court for a few seconds, his body became virtual again, decomposing into a stream of complex and pure knowledge, surging away to the periphery of this sea of ruins.
On the "Future" sailing in the northern part of the Sonia Sea, Cattleya, who was leaning on the convex window of the captain's room and looking at the crew on the deck and the sea in the distance, suddenly turned around.
Right in front of her, on the dark brown desk, a letter appeared.
"The Queen's reply, isn't she going to come over?" Cattleya muttered in a low voice, with a disappointed tone.
Then she quickly approached, picked up the letter on the desk, and unfolded it in front of her eyes:
I can't give you an accurate revelation, this involves the "Hidden Sage", involving the top of this sequence, I can't make any form of "prophecy" about it.
If you accept his blood as a promotion ceremony for Sequence Four, you will be fine while he is still him, and you may even get some benefits.
But if his personality disappears completely, you may become a devout believer of the "Hidden Sage", just like Bonova.
My advice is: don't take risks, it doesn't make any difference to be promoted a few months earlier or later, and it won't have any impact.
Recently, the knowledge that the "Hidden Sage" has instilled into the "Secret Peepers" has added a lot of directional information, and always mentions a person who represents knowledge and mystery.
He began to actively interfere with the Beyonders of the "Mysterious Peepers" path, affecting our hearts and beliefs, which also made this path more dangerous.
The "God of Steam and Machinery" Church has begun to pay attention to this matter. This may be a sign of a war between gods.
You can no longer stay on the edge of the Moss Ascetic Order. Once the war breaks out, it will be very dangerous for you.
If you have time, you can come to Lasha recently. I will go to the depths of the Misty Sea soon. I don't know when I can come back, or maybe I can't come back.
Cattleya's fingers gently rubbed the paper, and the letter paper suddenly burst into red flames, quickly turned into ashes, and was swept out of the window by a sudden gust of wind and sprinkled on the sparkling sea.
She walked to the desk and sat down, picked up a pen and paper, and began to write a reply to Bernadette:
I have received the oracle from the "Hidden Sage", and all members of the Moss Ascetic Order should have received it. He added descriptions such as "the essence of all knowledge" and "the root of all mysteries" to his honorific name.
Does this mean that He has truly mastered this path and become a "hermit" of Sequence 0?
Also, why do you say this is a sign of a war between gods? Can't the "God of Machinery and Steam" tolerate the existence of a true god of an adjacent path?
At the end of the letter, she wrote: "The Future has recently stopped in the northern part of the Sonia Sea. I will rush back to Lasha Island in the Misty Sea as soon as possible.
After writing the reply, she simply folded the letter, then stood up and quickly arranged the ritual of summoning the messenger.
At the moment she didn't notice, the speedster who shuttled through the spirit world appeared from the passage created by the ritual, turned around in the captain's room for a few times, and then picked up the folded letter on the table and returned to the spirit world.
Cattleya only felt a breeze blowing around her, and saw an extremely vague figure flashing before her eyes.
When she looked down at the desk in front of her, the folded white letter paper had disappeared.
Cattleya glanced at the closed spiritual world passage and whispered to herself,
"What exactly is the Queen's messenger? Perhaps only when I become a Sequence 4 'Mystic' can I see its figure clearly under the gaze of the 'Eye of Peering into Mysteries'." Chapter 554: Ocean Opening Festival
Backlund, Constanton City, Jianhai County.
The weather here is about to enter summer. The warm sunshine is shining. People are wearing light and simple coats, and wearing many decorations like fishing nets and fish hooks. They are like some weird sailors, walking on the coast and chatting with each other.
A stream of complex and pure knowledge poured out from the spirit world, and reconstructed Renekton's body in an inconspicuous corner.
After leaving the ocean where the ruins of the war of gods evolved, he did not return to the southern continent directly, but planned to trade Lawrence for a "traveler" or "mystic" feature to create a chessboard that matches the dice harvested by Cecitin.
Jianhai is an inland sea. The sea breeze here is not as violent as other seas. The warm and slightly humid sea breeze mixed with the warm sunshine makes people feel particularly comfortable.
Especially Renekton, who has been in the God-forsaken Land shrouded in darkness for a while, he has never felt that the sun is so kind.
He followed the cheerful crowd along the coastline, feeling the lively atmosphere that belonged to humans. The sense of detachment brought by the accumulation of divinity on his body was gradually fading away. Although it was slow, he could really feel the various emotions of the people around him, and tried to blend in with them little by little.
At this time, a little boy dressed as a sailor, wearing a soft hat on his head and a long string of various sailboat models hanging around his neck, who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, approached and said in a very familiar way:
"Sir, are you also coming from the mainland to participate in the Opening of the Ocean Festival?"
Today is the Opening of the Ocean Festival? No wonder it is so lively. Rekton muttered to himself and looked up and looked around.
Just now, he had been quietly feeling the enthusiastic emotions of the people around him, and he didn't pay attention to too many details. Now, after careful observation, he found that the people here more or less carried some fishing boats and ocean-related elements.
The Opening of the Ocean Festival was originally a celebration held by fishermen, sailors, and merchants traveling on the sea to thank the sea for its gifts. As more and more people joined the celebration, the festival became more and more grand. Under the promotion of the Storm Church, it became one of the most important festivals in coastal cities.
For the believers of the "Lord of the Storm", this is equivalent to the Winter Festival of the Church of the Night.
Retracting his scattered thoughts, he looked down at the little boy walking beside him and chuckled:
"I guess so. I just happened to pass by here and encountered this celebration, so I decided to come and take a look."
The little boy pretended to be a calm adult and lowered his voice and said:
"So that's how it is, sir, I suggest you go to the Binhai Dockyard for a tour. It is the largest dock in Loen. It is usually not open to the public. Only during the Opening of the Ocean Festival, they will allow foreign tourists to visit."
"There is the most advanced steamship in the world. If you are lucky enough, you can also get the qualification to board the ship and experience it, and you can also draw or buy some small prizes."
While speaking, he also reached out and lifted the long string of sailboat models hanging around his neck.
Renekton chuckled and continued,
"Did you draw all these?"
The little boy raised his chin slightly and said proudly, "Of course."
After a two-second pause, he scratched his head a little embarrassedly and whispered,
"My father used to be a pastor of the Church of the Storm. These are the prizes I saved from the annual celebrations."
"Although they are not as exquisite as the models in those shops in Backlund, they have a meaning that those models don't have. These are made by the church and are models blessed by the 'Lord of the Storm'!"
"Of course, if you want to buy them, it's not impossible."
"Calling 'Lord of the Storm' directly, it seems that you are not a believer of the Storm. In this case, are you short of money?"
Renekton asked, while raising his hand to touch his head.
The little boy quickly bent down and turned his head, muttering in a dissatisfaction,
"Don't touch my head, it won't grow taller."
"And whether I am a believer of the Storm has nothing to do with whether I am short of money or not?"
Renekton didn't care about the little boy's resistance. As if he had predicted his actions in advance, he easily patted his palm on his head.
Seeing the little boy looking angry but unable to show it, he chuckled twice, pointed to a golden sailboat model hanging at the bottom of his neck and said,
"Then I'll buy a sailboat model. Does it have a name? It looks a bit like the 'Golden Dream' of 'Admiral Iceberg'."
The little boy pouted with a complicated emotion and said,
"How could the Storm Church make models of pirate ships!"
"This is the 'Giant Whale' that travels between Sonia Island and Pritz Port in Loon. It was once the most advanced semi-steam sailboat in Loon and was retired a few years ago."
"If you want to buy it, 20, no, 10 pounds."
Renekton laughed out loud, "Are you sure you didn't use the wrong currency unit?"
After a pause, he added,
"It's not impossible, but you need to be my tour guide for two days and take me to visit the celebrations here." "No problem!"
The little boy Sean nodded repeatedly, taking off the sailboat model hanging at the end and introducing himself:
"My name is Sean Colter, you can just call me Sean."
"Where do you want to go first? The Marina, Swordfish Pier, or Fountain Square are all good."
"But considering that you need to find a place to have lunch at noon, I would recommend Fountain Square. There are many good restaurants there, which are very popular with people who come to Jianhai County for vacation or travel."
Sean looked like a little expert, analyzing the route for Rekton bit by bit, and at the same time handed over the golden sailboat model that had been taken off.
Rekton chuckled and reached out to take the model, put his other hand in his pocket, and made a groping motion. When he stretched it out again, he already had a handful of gold coins in his hand.
Sean held his hands together in a daze, took the handful of gold coins handed over by Renekton, held them against his chest and counted them carefully:
"No problem, exactly ten gold coins."
"But why do you carry so many gold coins with you? Isn't paper money more convenient?"
"As a fan of mysticism, throwing gold coins is a good way of divination."
Renekton said casually. His eyes followed the crowd moving in front of him and saw Lawrence wearing a dark coat, a half-high black hat, and holding a black cane in his hand.
As if he felt the gaze falling on him, Lawrence's blue eyes looked in the direction of Renekton, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly approached.
Renekton looked sideways at Sean, who had already put away the gold coins and was helping him analyze the route and order to play the Opening Day Celebration. He reached out and patted his shoulder and said,
"Wait for me at the Fountain Square this afternoon. I need to finish my work here first, and then I will have time to play."
After that, he stepped forward to meet Lawrence who was approaching.
"Ah," Sean raised his hand, froze in mid-air for a while, and then slowly put it down, with a puzzled expression, whispering to himself,
"What a strange person, am I meeting a child trafficker? Hmm. Someone who is willing to spend 10 gold coins to buy an ordinary sailboat model doesn't seem to be a liar?"
He reached out to cover the pocket on the left side of his coat with ten gold coins, feeling the heavy weight and hard touch in the pocket. He always felt that the experience just now was a little unreal.
On the other side of the street where pedestrians were constantly walking, Renekton nodded gently to Lawrence and said:
"Good morning, Mr. Lawrence, you look much better than the last time we met. It seems that you have had a fulfilling life during this period."
Lawrence took off the half-high black hat on his head, pressed it to his chest, bent his back slightly and saluted:
"Good morning, Mr. Tynes, I didn't expect to meet you at the Kaiyang Festival."
"You don't look like someone who would suddenly show up at such a celebration, so are you here to find me?"
Renekton nodded slightly, then shook his head and said:
"Originally I just came to find you, but now, I think I can also play here for two days and feel the lively atmosphere of the festival."
Lawrence raised his hand and put the half-high black hat back on his head, then smiled and said:
"Do you need me to be your guide? I have lived in Jianhai County for decades, and I know this place well."
"No, I have already found a guide."
While speaking, Renekton pointed his eyes to the other side of the street, looking at Sean here curiously through the flow of people.
Lawrence followed Renekton's gaze and paused on Sean for two seconds. His blue eyes flashed a silvery white, which seemed a little deep and vast.
After a moment, he suddenly said with some emotion:
"His future fate does not seem to be peaceful?"
Renekton looked at Lawrence with a little surprise. Although the "traveler" who had gone through the "astrologer" stage could be regarded as a master of divination, just a simple glance like before could draw a conclusion, which was already in the category of prophecy.
As if seeing the doubt in Renekton's eyes, Lawrence chuckled and explained,
"When I was traveling, I met a 'Chaos Walker' on the path of destiny, and recorded a lot of extraordinary abilities related to destiny from him."
"Although this kind of mystical knowledge involving destiny is very obscure and difficult to understand, relying on the accumulation of the 'astrologer' stage, recording and using it more, I have also interpreted some information, which has improved my ability in 'divination' and 'prophecy'."
Renekton nodded lightly, no longer paying attention to this topic, and turned to look at Sean and said,
"His destiny will intersect with mine at some point in the future, but for a child to run from the coast of the Sea of Break to the Southern Continent, it is not an easy task no matter how you look at it." Chapter 555 The Magic Chalk Box
Lawrence glanced at Sean in surprise, then retracted his gaze and chuckled,
"The future? So you are optimistic about him?"
"Not really, I just happened to be interested in him." Renekton shook his head, then added, "Maybe we should go somewhere else to chat."
"Sorry, I neglected it. There is a very good coffee shop here. Maybe we can go in and sit for a while?"
While speaking, Lawrence turned his body to make a gesture of invitation, and then led the way in front at a half-step faster than Renekton, while whispering about some of his doubts:
"A blood moon suddenly occurred some time ago. It has already happened once this year. There was no warning. At that time, I almost lost control and became a monster in my sleep."
"In some records left by the ancestors of the Abraham family, it is shown that the occurrence of the blood moon is not without reason. Does this mean that some hidden, unknown changes occurred at that time?"
Renekton was silent for two seconds, recalling the timeline in his mind, and then gave a conclusion:
"Some time ago? Maybe the 'Original Moon' god was killed, and the evil god reacted to it."
Lawrence was obviously a little surprised by this answer. The "Original Moon" is not an evil god with a strong presence. It is basically only circulated among the blood clan and the School of Life. The former still retains the belief in the ancestor Lilith and is very repulsive to other beings who hold the power of the "Moon".
However, thinking that this is also an evil god who holds the power of the "Moon", he thinks it is reasonable for the other party to cause the blood moon night.
After a pause, he asked curiously:
"The 'Primal Moon' God's Grace? Is it similar to the 'Mother Earth' Church's God's Grace system? Or does it refer to the existence that has simply received the grace of the gods?"
Renekton explained calmly:
"The latter, that is, a kind of paper figurine that has received the power from the 'Primal Moon' in a long period of bloody sacrifice, gradually mutated, and came to life, similar to a magical item. The believers of the 'Primal Moon' know how to use them."
While speaking, he had already come to a cafe called "Black Style" under the guidance of Lawrence.
The cafe is not small, but there are not many people in it. They sit sparsely in different positions. Compared with the bustling streets, the store is so quiet that it seems to have closed down.
After finding a seat near the window near the corner and sitting down, Lawrence skillfully called the waiter to order two cups of black coffee produced in the Pas River Valley.
After the waiter left, he looked at Renekton and said with a low laugh:
"Today is the Opening Day of the Ocean. Most people are outside participating in the celebration. It will probably be until the afternoon when people get tired that they will start to go to bars, cafes, or go home to rest."
Renekton nodded slightly, and his right hand with a mechanical glove tapped the edge of the table twice. The spirituality spread like water waves, forming a spiritual wall inside and outside the surroundings.
After doing all this, he leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes fell on Lawrence, and said calmly:
"I need a 'Traveler' or 'Mystic Master's' characteristics to create magical items. Are you willing to trade a collection of characteristics or magical items to me, or tell me some information so that I can hunt a 'Traveler' myself."
Lawrence was silent for a moment, then slowly said:
"I have a magical item corresponding to the 'Traveler'. If you need it, you can buy it from me."
"The 'Mystic Master' is already at the demigod level. Even in the major churches, the number of level 1 seals is limited. I have no right to decide whether to keep or remove such a magical item. I must obtain the consent of the Elders' Council."
After a two-second pause, he continued:
"In addition to the Abraham family, the Gnosis Society also possesses some formulas and characteristics of the 'Apprentice' path."
"They believe that the spirit is the essence of man, and the body is just a cage that binds the spirit. Man does evil because he is affected by the body, and must gain knowledge through spirituality to gradually free the spirit from the body, and then go through the layers of tests of the astral body, and finally leave the material world, return to the purest and truest self, and obtain eternal salvation."
"But these are probably just their disguises, or part of their doctrines. According to my understanding, most of their members belong to the Witch Cult, and are an identity of the Witch Cult active in various places. We suspect that the Witch Cult has mastered a trait of a 'planeswalker.'"
Renekton leaned back in a wooden chair, listening quietly to Lawrence's narration. He didn't care that the other party directed the topic to the Spiritual Knowledge Society, and nodded calmly:
"I understand. If I want to buy the magical item in your hand, how many gold pounds or other things do I need to pay?"
Lawrence stated his conditions almost without hesitation:
"15,000 pounds, or help me recover a trait of a 'mystic mage' later."
Renekton said almost without hesitation:
"Okay, I'll give you the 15,000 pounds before tomorrow." "If you need help recovering the 'Mystic' trait later, you can come to me. I don't mind making the money back."
While the two were talking, the waiter had already brought the brewed coffee.
Lawrence picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, then began to introduce the effect of the magical item he had:
"I call it the 'Magic Chalk Box'. It looks like an ordinary iron-gray small box with three colors of chalk inside. It will automatically refill after use, but only after all the chalk inside has been used up."
"The blue chalk can be used to draw a 'door' leading to the desired place on the wall or ground. The farther the distance, the greater the probability of deviation, but as long as the destination is controlled within a city, there will basically be no major problems." "
The yellow chalk can be used for divination. Whether you write out the questions you want to ask or just throw the chalk, you will get a more accurate answer. You cannot ask more vague questions, which will make the divination result dangerous."
"The red chalk can turn the drawn things into reality. For example, if you draw a lightning, there will really be a lightning falling around you, but if the things you draw are too abstract or too complicated, they will appear in the form of illusions or random spell attacks."
"It has two negative effects. One is that the holder will suffer from severe claustrophobia. The other is that every time the chalk inside is used, the holder will get lost and encounter uncertain dangers. It must be soaked in boiling water as soon as possible to avoid this negative effect."
"Claustrophobia?" Renekton murmured in a low voice. His strong spiritual intuition allowed him to see some vague pictures from just a few words. After
a two-second pause, he said thoughtfully:
"This 'traveler' seems to have had a bad experience in his life, so that a strong mental imprint has been left in his extraordinary characteristics, and it is reflected in the magical items formed."
Lawrence was silent for a moment, and his voice seemed a little depressed and said:
"This is from a family member during the time of Emperor Roselle. He tried to find a place that was secret enough to avoid the mumbling that would be heard when he was promoted."
"No one knows where he went and what he encountered. This magical item was discovered decades later. The family members at that time also knew about it through divination."
"Because it overlaps with my own extraordinary ability, I didn't carry this magical item with me. Whenever you need it, I can go and get it at any time?"
"Don't worry, wait for me to raise the gold pounds first." Renekton responded with a chuckle, picked up the coffee cup and put it to his mouth.
Sitting in the coffee shop with Lawrence for about an hour, the two talked a lot about everything from mysticism to the current situation between countries. At the end of the topic, Lawrence proposed his idea of going to the Pas River Valley.
"The meaning of travel is not only to go to different places and see different scenery, 'traveler' is also a witness, which is a further interpretation of 'recorder'."
"I have a feeling that in the Pas River Valley, which is undergoing drastic changes, the 'traveler' potion in my body will be completely digested."
While speaking, a deep silver flashed in Lawrence's eyes, as if he saw some of his own future.
Renekton nodded gently and said:
"This is your freedom, but I need to remind you that the 'secret saint' of the Aurora Society is also in the southern continent, spreading the belief of the 'true creator.'"
Lawrence laughed twice, and then said:
"I am no longer young, and naturally no longer impulsive. I will not appear in front of him before I am 100% sure."
After communicating with Lawrence, Renekton found a hotel with vacant rooms and checked in for himself for two days with a fake identity.
Then, he was led by the waiter to the room on the third floor of the hotel. After closing the door, he walked straight to the full-length mirror against the wall, stretched out his hand and drew a peeping eye symbol reflecting the book on the mirror, while muttering a spell.
As the spirituality spread, circles of light blue light spread out on the mirror like water waves, and bright stars appeared one after another, outlining the symbol he had just drawn on the mirror.
As the water light swayed, a figure who looked exactly like him, but with different clothes, emerged in the mirror. Under the mirror, Bugs Bunny, wearing a black tuxedo and a top hat, was curiously lying on the mirror, his two fleshy paws patting the mirror again and again, as if trying to see if he could get through the other side of the mirror.
On the left and right of Bugs Bunny, the orange cat Ritz and the cow cat Bree, wearing the same black top hat as Bugs Bunny, leaned against the mirror and looked up and down curiously.