Chapter 571 Conversation between Father and Daughter
Renekton nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand to pull the penguin Roselle off his body, and looked at Bernadette and said:
"I have read many of Roselle's diaries. If you want to know what's inside, you can always ask me to translate some of them for you."
Penguin Roselle glared at Renekton fiercely and said, "Shut up, don't force me to turn against you."
Renekton narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to pinch the penguin Roselle's head and said, "What will happen if you turn against me?"
"I will. I will. Damn it, let's discuss this topic privately." Penguin Roselle's tone soon softened.
Bernadette looked at the two people in front of her who had no image of angels and true gods, and sighed in her heart. Perhaps this is why they can become friends so quickly.
After two seconds of silence, she walked to the desk and sat down, then brought the topic back on track:
"When are you going to find Zaratul? Do you need help?"
Hearing this, Renekton stopped teasing the penguin Roselle, leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, and said in a calm voice:
"After I become the 'Knowledge Emperor', I can find Zaratul by myself, but I do need help stealing things from the Steam Church."
Penguin Roselle looked left and right, and finally found a few books to pad his feet, making himself taller than Renekton and Bernadette who were sitting on the chairs, and he said seriously:
"Steam Church? You plan to steal the 'Knowledge Emperor' characteristics that I left behind. Aren't you worried that 'Steam' will descend directly after discovering you?"
"I even think it's very likely that He will rush out of the perfect land and directly descend in person to kill you forcefully."
Renekton raised his head slightly, looked at the ceiling of the captain's room and said, "Wouldn't it be more exciting to steal something in front of a true God and run away?"
Penguin Roselle complained speechlessly, "You really should be a thief. I feel that your potion can even melt in the mouth."
"Thank you for the compliment. In fact, if there was no Amon on this path, it would indeed be a good choice." Renekton chuckled twice, then looked at Bernadette and continued,
"Bonova is in the Iron Church. When the time comes, we will need your help to hold him back for a while. You can ask Sasriel for help to add some fallen and negative humanity to him to fight against the overly strong divinity in him."
Speaking of Bonova, Penguin Roselle's momentum instantly disappeared. It lowered its head and sighed,
"Bonova is my fault. If I hadn't passed on so many characteristics to him, he would have more time to grow and accumulate humanity."
Bernadette pursed her lips and whispered comfortingly,
"This is an unexpected development. No one would have thought that steam would separate a portion of the 'knowledge mentor' characteristics for him."
While the few people were chatting, Renekton's inspiration was suddenly touched. He reached out and took a piece of light yellow letter paper that fell from the spirit world.
He glanced at it briefly. It was a letter from Frank. His research on plants that can survive in the dark has achieved some results.
"Your messenger is not ordinary," Penguin Russell retracted his dark red gaze from the sky and sighed thoughtfully.
Renekton chuckled and skipped the topic directly, saying, "It's just a book. We need to talk about the issue of compensation."
"I thought you were a kind-hearted person who valued friendship like me, but it turns out you are also a repayer of a favor."
Penguin Roselle had an expression that said I was disappointed in you. He slowly sat down on the stacked books and continued,
"What do you want to do? Or, what do you need?"
He seemed to enjoy the form of this little pet and began to let himself go. Sighing in his heart, Renekton raised his hand and stretched out two fingers, chuckled and said,
"Two things: first, I need you to help me recycle the characteristics and authority of 'Steam'; second, work for me for 200 years."
Penguin Roselle jumped up from the book with an exaggerated movement, tilted his neck and said,
"Two hundred years!"
"Impossible, I, the respected Emperor Roselle, will never work for others!"
Renekton smiled and nodded, then continued:
"You can let Bonois or Bernadette replace you, and the salary is one trait of 'Enlightener' or 'Knowledge Emperor'."
Penguin Roselle said without hesitation:
"Two! You don't need so many traits, and giving you a position of Angel King will not affect your status."
Renekton nodded slightly and said, "Okay."
"Agree so readily?" Penguin Roselle suddenly asked suspiciously.
Renekton shrugged and said in a relaxed tone: "It's just a pie in the sky. Anyway, I have nothing now."
Penguin Roselle took a deep breath and waited for two seconds before looking at Renekton and said, "I really want to punch you in the face." Renekton picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, then sighed: "What a pity, you can't beat me now, and it will probably be difficult to beat me in the future."
Putting down the coffee cup, he stood up from the chair and said:
"Well, it's time to say goodbye, I wish you a happy life."
"By the way, if you are not satisfied with this penguin's body, you can come to the South Continent to find me, I will be responsible for the after-sales service."
Penguin Russell waved his hand disdainfully and said: "I don't need to change from a penguin to a panda."
Renekton shrugged and sneered. His body instantly became ethereal and disintegrated into a stream of complex knowledge, turning into a pure information flow creature, surging into the depths of the spiritual world like a torrent.
After Renekton left, Bernadette looked at the penguin Roselle calmly and said in a cold voice:
"What's the matter with the diary just now?"
"January 1, 1184, the grand New Year's Eve party, and what did Mrs. Fronal not finish saying?"
"The diary is. It's. At the. Eve. Party."
The dark red light flowing in the penguin Roselle's eyes became dim, and its voice became intermittent, as if it was running low on power and was about to shut down.
Bernadette looked at the Extreme Doll that seemed to fall down at any time, and said in a calm tone:
"This is a mechanical doll that uses demigod-level characteristics as energy to drive it. It won't malfunction easily."
Penguin Roselle sat on the table like a sad frog, with his head lowered, and sighed heavily:
"Alas, I have regretted more than once why I couldn't figure out why I wrote a diary and let it spread out."
After a moment of silence, Bernadette gave up the idea of asking more questions. With her understanding of her father, she could guess the content of the latter part just by hearing the first part. After a slight sigh, she said in a low voice;
"Those diaries played the role they were supposed to play."
After two seconds of silence, she continued to add:
"There is a being who calls himself 'The Fool' who is collecting your diaries. I passed some diaries to the 'Fool' through Cattleya, a little girl I adopted."
"Someone calls himself 'The Fool' and is consciously collecting my diary? Interesting, there is no Sequence 0 born in this path. Which old guy who hides his identity is it? Or is it a newcomer who came later?"
Penguin Russell used his pair of small wings to support his chin, trying to pretend to be thinking. After sighing twice, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, stared at Bernadette with wide eyes and asked:
"Did you give him the diary I wrote in the later period or the diaries in the early period?"
Bernadette recalled and said: "The part related to 'Mr. Gate', and some diaries in the later period when your emotions fluctuated more."
"Huh~, fortunately, fortunately" Penguin Russell patted his chest. Before he could be happy, he heard Bernadette continue:
"He has more than one channel to collect diaries, such as the Roselle Memorial Exhibition, and some gatherings between Beyonders. Those diaries do not have a fixed order."
"In Backlund, one of the followers of the 'Fool' got the Black Emperor card that you disguised as a bookmark, and successfully activated it."
Damn diary! I feel like I have become a social dead in the circle of time travelers, and have become a topic of conversation after dinner. Under the body of the mechanical penguin, Roselle felt that his spirit had become twisted and hideous. I was about to crawl in a twisted and dark way. Damn it, I must destroy those diaries, all of them!
Bernadette stared at the mechanical penguin that was stunned and continued:
"I have contacted his follower before, and wanted to learn that kind of strange text from him, but he refused."
"Haha. There is nothing to learn. It's just a special encryption method."
Penguin Roselle smiled awkwardly, and the stone hanging in his heart was finally put down. Phew~ Fortunately, fortunately he refused, which almost stimulated me to crawl out of the grave and kill people.
"Special encryption method, can you teach me?" Bernadette stared at the little penguin in front of her, without any ups and downs in her tone.
Penguin Roselle was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Of course, I will teach you this kind of writing in the future, after I am resurrected."
"Isn't it an encryption method? How come it has become text again?" Bernadette said with a smile, staring at the penguin Roselle.
"Uh..."
Before Roselle could continue to make excuses, Bernadette said calmly: "I hope you won't forget what you said today after you are successfully resurrected."
As soon as she finished speaking, she opened the cabinet under the desk, found paper and pen, and began to write a letter to Cattleya, so that she would not have to pass the diary to Mr. "Fool" in the future.
After handing the written letter to her messenger, she turned her head to look at the penguin sitting on the desk and asked curiously:
"What animal is the prototype of this mechanical doll? Whether it is the southern and northern continents or the five seas, I have never seen this kind of creature. Is it a mutant of some bird?"
Roselle sighed and said: "It is called a penguin. It used to live on this planet. That was a long, long time ago." Chapter 572 Thief
In the Harvest Church in the southern area of Backlund Bridge, countless vast and pure knowledge poured out from the spirit world, gathered in the prayer hall, and reconstructed Renekton's body.
Emlyn White, who was wearing a loose gray priest robe, subconsciously stepped back several meters. After seeing that the person who suddenly appeared was Renekton, he breathed a sigh of relief and complained in a low voice:
"It's still daytime, and someone may come to the church to pray at any time. You just casually come out of the spiritual world. What if ordinary people see you?"
"Ordinary people can't see me."
Renekton responded calmly. His eyes stayed on the candlestick and rag in Emlyn's hand, as well as the priest robe on his body for a while, and he chuckled and said:
"It seems that you are doing well in the Harvest Church. You are wearing a priest robe. When do you plan to squeeze out Father Utravsky and become the bishop here yourself?"
"Don't talk nonsense, I will not betray the moon. This is just a necessary disguise. Yes, disguise!"
As if he had successfully convinced himself, Emlyn's words became smoother and smoother:
"In the Harvest Church, whether it is the blood clan, the official extraordinary people, or other forces, they dare not investigate me in depth, and they will not even get close. This is my natural shelter."
"A little smarter." Renekton commented, then walked past Emlyn and walked to the Holy Symbol of Life on the altar in front.
"What do you mean by a little smarter? Are you questioning the intelligence of a noble vampire?" Emlyn's expression twisted slightly.
Then he saw Renekton sitting in front of the Holy Symbol of Life, clasping his hands together and resting them in front of his mouth and nose, looking like he was praying seriously. His expression suddenly became strange and he asked:
"Are you planning to convert to the 'Mother Goddess'?"
"It's impolite to interrupt other people's prayers."
Renekton whispered, then ignored Emlyn and prayed seriously.
Emlyn squinted at the words, took the candlestick and rag and sat on the seat at the back of the church.
Until the prayer ended, Renekton continued to sit in front of the Holy Symbol of Life for a while, and never felt any strangeness or revelation.
After getting up from his chair, he left a few one-pound notes in the offering box in front of him, then greeted Father Utravsky who was sitting next to him and praying earnestly, and prepared to turn around and leave.
Father Utravsky suddenly raised his hand and called him, saying in a serious voice:
"Please wait a moment, the 'Mother Goddess' has a revelation for me to give to you."
At the back of the prayer hall, Emlyn, who saw this scene, quickly moved closer and said in an exaggerated tone:
"The 'Mother Goddess' has a revelation for him? How is it possible? He is not a believer of the 'Mother Goddess'."
After a two-second pause, he seemed to suddenly think of something, looked at Renekton with a strange expression and said:
"Wait, you won't really change your faith, will you?"
Glancing at Emlyn, Renekton shook his head lightly and said, "No."
Emlyn said almost subconsciously: "Then it must be that you have not yet realized the joy of the harvest and the preciousness of life!"
Renekton chuckled, "You want to preach to me?"
"Of course not, my faith belongs only to the 'Moon'!" Emlyn glared at Renekton, put the candlestick he had wiped on his hand back on the table, turned and walked towards the clergy lounge at the back of the church.
Father Utravsky smiled and shook his head as he watched Emlyn disappear quickly. In fact, he wanted to tell this awkward vampire that he didn't need to avoid it. The revelation given by the "Mother Goddess" didn't need to be concealed from him.
Seeing that Emlyn had left the prayer hall, Father Utravsky lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Renekton and said:
"The 'Mother Goddess' asked me to tell you that you can go to the Emerald Jungle when you are sure and ask Him for the item. If you choose to wait, He will give it to you at the right time."
"I understand. Thank you for your information." Renekton bowed to Father Utravsky and thanked him.
Father Utravsky nodded slightly and continued: "The 'Mother Goddess' asked me to remind you that a thief has sneaked into Backlund."
"Thief?" Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly, then nodded in realization. I don't have much conflict with Amon. Didn't Lilith want to remind me to show my goodwill to the "Fool" once?
After thanking Father Utravsky again, his body disintegrated into a stream of pure information and disappeared into the prayer hall of the Harvest Church.
Deep in the spirit world, a hazy micro-light disk composed of a torrent of information was stationed here, forming a huge, slowly rotating vortex, constantly observing and analyzing the information of the surrounding spirit world.
About ten minutes later, the vortex formed by the torrent of information suddenly collapsed inward, and countless pure knowledge gathered and reorganized Renekton's body.
His eyes easily penetrated the spirit world and looked at Backlund, the "Capital of All Capitals" in reality, and his eyes swept across the streets. "There is so much information in the spirit world, it's so messy. Just screening the information related to a monocle is such a huge project."
As he sighed, he spread his spirituality to wrap himself, and at the same time took a step forward. His body instantly penetrated the spirit world and returned to the real Backlund.
The dock area, near the East Balam Dockyard.
A postman who was riding a bicycle with a messenger bag on his back and walking through the crowd suddenly straightened his back. He loosened his right hand holding the handlebars of the bicycle, pinched the monocle at the position of his right eye, and whispered to himself with a faint smile on his lips:
"Thinking of searching for information related to the monocle through the spirit world, oh, how naive. I have known that old winged lizard for thousands of years. How could I not be on guard against such means?"
"Since your reaction is so big, it means that Backlund does have the person I want to find. I wonder if it is Pales or the 'Fool'?"
The smile on Amon's mouth became brighter and brighter. He held the handlebars with both hands, stepped on the pedals, and quickly walked through the streets. His figure was soon submerged in the crowd.
Shortly after he left, a faint light that was barely visible to the naked eye streaked across the sky and flowed away towards the East District.
In the North District, underground of St. Samuel's Church, Leonard was attending an internal meeting of the Red Gloves team with the members of their team.
The captain of the Red Gloves Team, Soster, looked around at the team members on both sides of the long conference table, cleared his throat and said,
"The headquarters sent a secret letter, requesting that some personnel be drawn from the Red Gloves Teams in various places to go to the Pas River Valley in the southern continent to conduct preliminary investigations. If there are no problems, relevant personnel will go there to preach later."
"The people of the Church of the God of War seem to have started to act a few weeks ago. We need to get ahead of them. Once the belief in the 'God of War' takes root there, it will be difficult for us to spread the belief in the 'Goddess'."
Opposite Leonard, a member of the Red Gloves Team in his thirties raised his hand and asked,
"Although the Feysac Empire is farther away from the southern continent, it is difficult for us to make up for the time difference of a few weeks, right?"
Soster raised his hand and pressed his temple, and said calmly,
"The secret letter from the headquarters did not say it, but there should be senior personnel who are connecting with the southern continent. We just need to complete our tasks."
"Because the mission is far away and the time is uncertain, you can volunteer to participate. If there are not enough people in the end, I will select a few of you to go to the South Continent with me."
Leonard was sitting in a chair, carefully recording the contents of the meeting. He suddenly paused, and the expression on his face was slightly surprised, but he quickly hid it. He pressed one hand on his ear and tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening attentively.
In his ear, the old voice of Pales whispered:
"That rude boy is here, and he didn't hide his presence."
"Strange, the archbishop of the Church of Night in St. Samuel Church should have discovered him, but he didn't respond. Ha, no wonder the Night suddenly sent people to preach in the Pas River Valley. They reached some kind of agreement."
Leonard resisted the urge to ask more questions, raised his head and looked at Sost who was sitting at the top of the long table of the meeting. One thought after another floated in his mind. According to previous intelligence, the Moss Ascetic Order has been very active in the Pas River Valley area of the South Continent recently. Did the "Goddess" reach an agreement with the "Hidden Sage"? But isn't that the evil god?
"Hehe, what do you think is the difference between the evil god and the righteous god? Is it evil and justice?" Pales' voice echoed in his ears again.
Isn't it? Leonard subconsciously asked in his heart.
"Naive!" Pales sneered, and then stopped talking.
Wasn't the old man asleep? Why did he suddenly wake up? He didn't communicate with me in the basement of the church before. It seems that his sleep during this period of time has restored his state a little. Leonard took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and put his attention back to the meeting.
Soon, this temporary meeting came to an end.
"Think about it for the next two days. Those who are willing to go to the South Continent can come to me at any time." After Soster finished the last sentence and simply saluted, the members of the Red Gloves team left the meeting room one after another.
Leonard deliberately avoided the two teammates who wanted to communicate with him, walked out of the basement at a moderate pace, and came to the prayer hall of the church.
Looking around, he soon saw Renekton sitting in the back. He slowed down his pace and walked straight past Renekton. He didn't look back until he walked out of the church. He
walked all the way to the edge of the square outside the church and stopped. He skillfully took out a handful of husked wheat from his coat pocket and stretched out his hand.
After a while, two white doves fell from mid-air into his hand, pecking at the wheat in his hand.
Renekton's figure appeared silently beside him. He looked at the two pigeons pecking at the wheat and chuckled:
"Aren't you worried that these two pigeons will suddenly have dark circles under their right eyes?" Chapter 573 Amon is coming.
Leonard turned his head to look at Renekton beside him, opened his mouth, but what came out was the old voice of Pallez:
"What do you mean?"
Renekton looked at Leonard, whose expression suddenly became serious, opened his mouth, and uttered the words word by word:
"What it means is that Amon is coming."
Leonard was stunned for a moment, and said to himself in a panic:
"Old man, what should I do? Go to the South Continent, or stay in the church for the near future?"
Pallez did not answer Leonard's question, took over control of his body, and continued to ask:
"How did you know?"
Renekton turned and looked at the towering Saint Samuel Church behind him, and said calmly:
"I just went to the Harvest Church and got some clues there. Then I looked around Backlund, but I didn't even see a monocle."
"The Night moved very quickly. She had already arranged it for you before I even got here."
"Arrangements? Are you saying that the action in the South Continent was specially arranged by the goddess in order for me to avoid Amon?" Leonard looked at Renekton, his tone sounding a little hesitant.
As soon as he finished speaking, Pales mocked him unceremoniously:
"Oh, you think too highly of yourself. You are just here by the way. Besides, when you go to the Southern Continent, there will definitely be something that requires your participation. The Night will not be so kind to help."
After a two-second pause, he began to talk to himself again:
"In a big city like Backlund, Amon must have left a few clones to collect information in case of emergency. If all his clones disappeared, he must be hiding himself and making some plans."
"Before going to the Southern Continent, you'd better not leave the Church of Saint Samuel. Under the watchful eyes of the Night, Amon's clones will not easily approach here, at least not openly."
Leonard took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "I understand."
Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he thought of something, and sighed in a low voice:
"Oh, I probably know what you will encounter in the Southern Continent."
"See you both in the Southern Continent,"
while speaking, his body quickly became ethereal, and disintegrated bit by bit into a vast and pure knowledge, surging into the spirit world.
"What does he mean?" Leonard asked the grandfather in his body with some confusion.
Pales snorted coldly and said calmly:
"Humph, it means to make more preparations. Your trip to the southern continent will not be peaceful."
"Okay, in order to prevent Amon from noticing it in the next few days, I will enter a deeper level of sleep. You don't have to yell old man all day long. If Amon's clone happens to be next to you, you can just wait to wear a monocle."
After the voice fell, Pales fell silent again. Leonard called the old man twice in his heart. Seeing that he didn't get any response, he quickly sorted out his emotions and turned to walk towards the church.
Above the gray fog, Klein sat on the high-backed chair belonging to the "Fool", spreading his spirituality to touch the crimson star belonging to Renekton.
The crimson light surged like a tide, and soon images and voices emerged:
"Amon has come to Backlund. You'd better find a suitable reason to leave here. If you can't find a suitable reason, you can try to pray to the night and she will arrange it."
"You can come to the southern continent. There will be unexpected gains here."
Amon? Why did he come to Backlund? Klein's doubts just arose in his heart, and he heard Renekton's subsequent words:
"Amon should be looking for Pales. This is the last 'Worm of Time' feature he needs. It is not convenient for his body to come to Backlund, but if he finds your traces here, I think he shouldn't mind taking a risk."
Klein was silent for two seconds, and then hesitantly asked: "Why does he think he can find my traces in Backlund?"
In the crimson light, Renekton's voice came out a little vaguely:
"Have you forgotten where the name of 'The Fool' first came from?"
Aurora Society. What is his relationship with the Aurora Society? It can't be. The 'True Creator' and Amon have reached some kind of tacit understanding?
Thinking of this, Klein's face gradually became solemn. The "True Creator" was born from the corpse of the "Ancient Sun God" and was His successor. As the child of the "Ancient Sun God", it was normal for Amon to get His help. What the hell, how come those who have a grudge against me are all family members!
Taking a deep breath, he quickly sorted out his emotions and said calmly:
"I know, I will find a suitable opportunity to go to the South Continent."
On the outskirts of Backlund, Renekton looked at the gray fog that quickly dissipated in his vision and curled his lips, whispering to himself:
"Amon's early arrival disrupted their plans. In order to make everything go smoothly, there will definitely be changes in the South Continent."
"Oh, it's going to be lively."
As soon as the voice fell, his body instantly became virtual, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, turning into a pure information flow creature, surging forward like a torrent.
In the southern continent, at the northern estuary of the Paz River Valley, near the Uttar Pradesh, countless pure and complex knowledge surged out from the spirit world, gathered on a sailboat reflecting golden light in the harbor, and reconstructed Renekton's body.
As soon as his figure appeared on the deck of the "Golden Dream", a dark blue "door" suddenly appeared in front of him, and Edwina, wearing a beige coat with a tight waist and a dark knee-length skirt, walked out of the "door". Renekton's eyes swept over Edwina, and his eyes stayed on a dark brown parchment book in her hand for two seconds, then he chuckled;
"Good morning, ma'am."
Edwina nodded slightly, and said in a calm voice:
"Good morning, Mr. Tynes, I have asked the crew to move the food you need to the warehouse in the port, you can go directly to the warehouse manager to pick it up."
"Thank you for your help." Renekton nodded slightly and saluted to the other party.
While the two were talking, Danitz, wearing a black cloak, also appeared on the deck. Before he got close, his voice came over:
"Captain, isn't that guy Johnsen a teacher in the school? Why did he suddenly return to the ship?"
"Then"
Danitz opened his mouth and suddenly froze in place. He scratched his head in confusion and said: "Hey, what did I want to say?"
After two seconds of hesitation, he looked at Edwina and wanted to say something else. When the words came to his lips, he forgot what he wanted to say again.
Renekton looked towards the cabin near the deck, where he saw Jodson, who was smiling very proudly.
"Is it already the Dream Thief?" He whispered to himself, then turned to look at Danitz, who was still at a loss, and chuckled:
"Shouldn't you be in the Rorsted Islands, contacting the local resistance forces?"
"How do you know?" Danitz asked in astonishment, then nodded as if he understood something and said:
"I just provide them with some necessary supplies, not joining them. I am still the fourth boatswain of the Golden Dream."
Behind him, Jodson walked out of the cabin, saying as he walked:
"You are right, I am just helping with some work in the Pas Valley, I am still your third mate, isn't it normal for me to appear on the bed?"
Looking at the increasing number of crew members on the deck, Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly. He felt that except for Edwina, everyone on this ship was alert and on guard against him.
Why are you suddenly hostile to me? Because I asked Edwina to add a few more classes per week for them? .As his thoughts turned, he turned his head to look at Edwina, pointed at the parchment book in her hand and said:
"If you find a way to complete the ritual, you can come to me. I can help you crush it and recover the properties in it."
"I will, thank you for your help." Edwina nodded gently.
After a few simple exchanges, Renekton looked at the crew members who were almost surrounding him, sighed slightly, bowed to Edwina and said goodbye, his body instantly became virtual, decomposed into streams of information, penetrated the bodies of the surrounding crew members, and rushed to the direction of the warehouse in the port.
He quickly found the warehouse manager here, proved his identity to the other party, and opened the warehouse where Edwina stored the grain.
After finding a random reason to send away the warehouse manager who was enthusiastic about introducing the transport team to him, Renekton clapped his hands and summoned an invisible servant holding a material box.
Taking the suitcase from the invisible servant, he skillfully arranged the sacrificial ceremony, and through the illusory sacrificial door, he transferred all the food in the warehouse to the gray fog, and then the Little Sun arranged the ceremony of accepting the gift to take it out.
After doing all this, Renekton looked at the closed warehouse door in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief:
"This should be the last batch of food for Silver City. Frank's new variety of mushrooms is close to success. There will be no need for such trouble in the future."
While sighing, his body gradually became virtual, decomposed into streams of information, and rushed into the spirit world.
On the south bank of the Pas River Valley, the city of Innis, where the Steam Church was originally preaching, has become the headquarters of the Protestant Church as the official forces of Intis were expelled.
Renekton's figure quietly emerged on the street. He looked around with some curiosity. It was not too long since he last came here, but the city has changed a lot.
The streets became clean and tidy, the old houses were repaired, the sound of bicycles jingling constantly rang, the expressions of the pedestrians on the street became richer, and Renekton could clearly feel the confusion and excitement emanating from them.
As he walked, pieces of light-like debris fell from him, and each piece of debris was a stream of information, which flowed freely in the city, recording the information around it.
In this state, he seemed to be able to see through the long river of time and peek into the past and future of the city. He could see the dull, unclear, and colorless light quietly flowing in every corner of the city, bursting out from every tiny thing that made up the city.
Countless images were floating in this light, which looked very light, but gave people an extremely heavy feeling, as if carrying a picture scroll of years and civilization.
Renekton looked higher up in the direction of the light. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a steam engine, gears turning, and whistles. The strong light and shadows flowed, outlining symbols such as steam, gears, and levers. An extremely heavy and attractive figure gradually emerged. Chapter 574 Monday
Sensing the changes in the picture of civilization, Renekton quickly pulled himself out, and the information flows scattered in the city turned into pale white light that was difficult to see with the naked eye and sank into his body.
At the same time, an indescribable, majestic and powerful gaze penetrated the barrier between illusion and reality and fell from an extremely high distance.
The light around suddenly became dim, the rustling sound of the wind also quieted down, and the gaze that fell from an extremely high distance also disappeared.
Renekton looked up at the sky thoughtfully, and could clearly see that the sun in the sky was not blocked by the clouds, but the light was not so strong, as if the whole sky was covered by a thick shadow curtain.
Huh~ Gently exhaling the foul air, Renekton turned his head to look in the direction of the north of the city near the Pas River. His eyes easily penetrated the barriers of the surrounding houses and trees and saw the Red Rose Church on the outskirts of Inniss.
He bowed slightly towards the newly built church and said, "Thank you for your help."
In the church with a towering spire, mainly dark and painted with red rose patterns on the walls, a faint sigh echoed in his ears.
In just a moment, all the strange phenomena around him disappeared. The sunlight was still dazzling, the wind was already rustling, and the pedestrians on the street seemed to be completely unaware of the changes just now, and were still busy with their own things.
After this little episode, Renekton no longer had the mind to observe the progress and course of "civilization". One by one, the green and thick pea vines fell from the air and quickly submerged his figure.
Backlund time, three o'clock in the afternoon.
Renekton, who was sitting on a bench woven with green vines, suddenly saw a thick gray fog in front of his eyes, and the deep red light surged out like a tide, quickly submerging his vision.
With a sigh, he suppressed his instincts and let his spiritual body follow the traction to the ancient palace above the gray fog.
Deep red light shot up, then quickly shrank, freezing into blurry silhouettes.
"Justice" Audrey quickly looked around, then looked at the head of the mottled long table, lifted her skirt and saluted, saying,
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
Following the lead of "Justice" Audrey, everyone in the Tarot Club saluted in turn and completed the greetings to each other.
Seeing that it was temporarily quiet, "Hermit" Cattleya pushed her glasses down her nose, took a deep breath, turned her body sideways, and saluted Mr. Fool at the head of the mottled long table, saying,
"Dear Mr. Fool, I'm sorry, I didn't collect the diary this time."
Klein hurriedly retracted the words that were on the tip of his tongue, almost biting his tongue. He maintained a relaxed and natural tone and changed his words:
"It's okay."
The members of the Tarot Club, except Renekton, all turned their eyes away to some extent, looking at Cattleya with surprise.
Audrey, the Justice, looked at Cattleya who was silent, and questions flashed through her mind one after another. How could it be possible that the Hermit didn't have a diary? Didn't her diary come from the Mysterious Queen? The Mysterious Queen didn't want to provide her diary? Why?
The Hanged Man Alger had the same question as her. The Mysterious Queen didn't provide her diary this week. What happened to her that she didn't have time to contact the Hermit? No, it shouldn't be. The Mysterious Queen must have prepared for such an important matter in advance, and there shouldn't be anything major happening at sea recently.
The Mysterious Queen didn't provide her diary. Has she found the answer? As his thoughts turned, Klein looked at the Tarot Club members who had fallen into silence. He didn't say anything more. He leaned back in his chair leisurely and said,
"You guys get started."
Hearing Mr. Fool's words, Audrey Justice looked around and said,
"I have an investigation mission to entrust."
Magician Fors looked at Miss Justice in surprise and took the initiative to ask,
"What investigation mission?"
In her impression, Miss Justice's commissions were all very generous, and the other party was also in Backlund, so the probability of her receiving the other party's commission was very high.
Audrey Justice organized her words a bit and said,
"I want to ask someone to investigate a wealthy businessman named Dwayne Dantes. He has only come to Backlund in the past two months and has just donated shares worth more than 10,000 pounds to the Church of Evernight in an attempt to establish a scholarship fund for the poor."
"The initial investigation fee is 500 pounds. If there is any danger or some accidents that increase the difficulty of the task, I will increase the reward."
Fors' eyes lit up. Just as she was about to raise her hand to reply and accept the commission, she saw the world sitting at the bottom of the mottled long table raised his hand.
Uh. Is Mr. World also interested in this kind of commission? This is just a small order that takes time and effort for him, and the return is low. Fors was stunned for two seconds, and the expression on her face gradually froze.
Audrey Justice, who issued the commission, also looked at the world in a bit of surprise. In her original expectation, it should be Mr. Moon or Miss Magician who accepted the commission.
After a brief moment of daze, she looked at the World with expectation and asked,
"Mr. World, do you want to take this commission?"
"Heh," Renekton chuckled as he lowered his head across the mottled long table.
Seeing the eyes of the Tarot Club looking at him, he quickly waved his hand and said, "I suddenly thought of a joke. Just ignore me."
This guy knows Dwayne Dantes' identity? I haven't told him yet? Klein glanced at Renekton in confusion, then retracted his gaze and manipulated his trumpet "World". He coughed twice, attracted everyone's attention and said,
"Dwayne Dantes is an identity, a public identity."
"Sometimes it's me, sometimes it's someone else."
At this point, he glanced at "Magician" Fors without emotion.
"Magician" Fors was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of the previous mission to protect Dwayne Dantes. Obviously, Xiou and I were working very hard on the mission, why did I feel like I had picked up a sum of money for nothing? Uh, this shouldn't need a refund, right?
"Justice" Audrey was also stunned for a moment. She had never expected that the true identity of the wealthy businessman Dwayne Dantes was like this.
At certain times, Dwayne Dantès is equal to Mr. World, just like at the charity party before. This explains his expression when he saw me and his defense against Susie. Susie's existence is no secret in the Tarot Club. Although no one knows what kind of animal it is, I know nothing but a dog.
After a short silence, Emlyn the Moon asked directly,
"What is this public identity used for?"
"Recently, one or two of them have returned to Backlund. Is there something big going to happen here?"
In addition to Mr. World, who else has returned to Backlund? Audrey the Justice looked at Emlyn the Moon curiously, then turned her head to look at the "World" at the bottom of the mottled long table, expecting his answer.
The rest of the Tarot Club also set their sights on the "World" at the bottom.
You are the only one who talks too much. Klein glanced at Emlyn in silence, then manipulated the "world" and said:
"I don't know. The investigation is suspended. I will leave Backlund soon."
"Why?" "Chariot" Anderson raised his hand and asked curiously.
"World" laughed softly and said: "Because Amon is here."
Amon came to Backlund. Do I need to leave Backlund temporarily and hide for a while? This is the common voice of all the Tarot Club members who stayed in Backlund.
At the top of the mottled long table, Klein glanced at the worried members and chuckled:
"Don't worry, his target is not you."
It's not us. Is he here for the matter that Mr. "World" is investigating? "Justice" Audrey and "Magician" Fors thought at the same time.
"Moon" Emlyn didn't think so much. Since Amon's target was not him, he didn't need to care. The nervous expression on his face disappeared instantly, and he leaned back in his chair leisurely.
Seeing that this topic had come to an end, he manipulated the "world" again and said,
"Who among you knows any clues about Calderon City?"
"Calderon City?" "Justice" Audrey muttered twice, recalling the cities she knew in her mind, and confirmed that there was no city called Calderon.
Is this a city that is hidden or does not exist in reality? Thinking of this, she looked curiously at the "world" at the bottom of the mottled long table.
"Chariot" Anderson looked at the "world" in surprise, and then sneered:
"You have to ask the Seven Lights of the Spirit World about this place."
"Why?" "Magician" Fors asked with some curiosity.
Anderson looked around at everyone, and then chuckled:
"Because it is a city that exists in the spirit world, the 'City of the Dead'. Except for a few extraordinary people of the path, most people can only enter the spirit world after they become demigods. It is already very difficult to find it, not to mention coming out alive after exploring it."
The Seven Lights of the Spirit World? Yes, there should be nothing in the spirit world that they don't know, but because the Seven Lights are too high-ranking and have an overly friendly attitude, I always overlook the option of seeking help from them.
Thinking of this, Klein manipulated the "world" to nod gently at Anderson and said,
"I understand."
What do you understand? Do you really plan to go to the Seven Lights in the spirit world to ask for clues about Calderon City? Although the Seven Lights are relatively friendly to humans, isn't this too bold and crazy? Anderson looked at the "world" Gehrman Sparrow hesitantly, and his brain froze for a while. Chapter 575 The title is gone
. After a brief silence, "Sun" Derrick counted the merits he had accumulated during this period, and then raised his hand and said,
"Everyone, who has the recipe for the 'Sacrifice of Light' potion?"
"I have it, 4,000 pounds."
"Of course, you can also use an equivalent extraordinary material instead."
Klein manipulated the "world" to respond quickly.
"Sun" Derrick looked at the "world" at the bottom, nodded sincerely and said,
"I understand, I will gather materials worth 4,000 pounds as soon as possible."
As the transaction was completed, the Tarot Club fell into a brief silence again.
"Hermit" Cattleya and "Hanged Man" Alger, who had just been promoted, did not have any urgent needs for the time being. "Magician" Fors, who was busy digesting the potion, also did not raise any new demands.
"Chariot" Anderson and "Moon" Emlyn looked around twice, but did not speak. The transaction ended in tacit understanding.
Magician Fors glanced at the World Gehrman Sparrow at the bottom, and before the Hanged Man spoke, she talked about her recent strange dream.
She described in detail the scene in the dream, as well as the complex symbol that combined "fate" and "concealment".
At the top of the mottled long table, Klein, whose body was shrouded in gray fog, raised his eyebrows slightly. The symbol described by Magician Fors was somewhat familiar to him.
After a brief thought, he manipulated his trumpet "World" and spoke in a low voice:
"Is this the symbol you are talking about?"
Then he directed and acted himself to let the World make a request to him, and then responded to the World by materializing the badge from Lanevus.
Magician Fors was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that the World would actually respond, and even materialized the object directly.
After a simple glance at the badge, she stammered and replied:
"Yes, yes, that's it."
"That's a trap." The World Gehrman Sparrow said without hesitation.
As expected, I knew that there would be no such treasure that appeared for no reason in the mysterious world. Fortunately, I was cautious enough. Fors sighed in her heart, then looked at the "world" and thanked it sincerely:
"Thank you for your reminder."
"Justice" Audrey asked curiously: "What does this symbol represent?"
Renekton looked at the badge materialized by "The Fool" Klein, sneered and said:
"A group of thieves who were scared by Amon and hid all day long. As a result, Amon has no interest in these small shrimps who are not even demigods."
Uh, I suddenly became a small shrimp in the eyes of others. "Magician" Fors whispered in her heart.
It turned out to be a group of thieves hiding in the sewers. Emlyn the Moon sighed in his heart with disdain, then looked at Renekton and asked in a puzzled voice:
"Since you have left the Forsaken Land, does the deal with our blood clan still count?"
Renekton nodded slightly and said: "Of course, you can ask Mr. 'Sun' for the specific progress. I have entrusted the hunting of vampires to Silver City."
Emlyn opened his mouth. He wanted to correct the other party that they were blood clan, but when he thought of the appearance of the monsters called vampires described by the 'Sun' before, he gave up the idea of categorizing them as blood clan.
Then he turned his eyes to Derrick the Sun. Without waiting for him to ask, Derrick replied:
"The chief is organizing a team to hunt vampires, and they will set off in the next few days."
"Okay, as long as they can help us recover the characteristics of 'Moon', our blood clan will definitely give us a sufficiently generous reward."
Emlyn the Moon nodded slightly in response. He didn't care who went to hunt vampires, as long as they could help their blood clan recover the characteristics.
Seeing that the topic had come to an end, "The Hanged Man" Alger turned his head to look at "The Sun" Derrick and said,
"Have you figured out the matter about the former chief's mausoleum?"
"The Sun" Derrick shook his head, then said,
"I heard that the 'Six-Man Council' wants to open that mausoleum. No matter what, they have to at least recover the characteristics there. However, because of the plan to hunt vampires, this action has been temporarily shelved."
Renekton leaned back in a high-back chair, rested the back of his head against the cold chair back, and chuckled,
"'Warrior' and 'Corpse Collector' are interchangeable pathways. In the absence of the 'Silver Knight' potion formula, jumping to the adjacent pathway is the best option."
"Mr. 'White Tower', do you mean that the former chief planned to jump to a different pathway, so he built a mausoleum and locked himself in?"
"The Sun" Derrick reacted quickly, but felt something was not right. But we in Silver City don't have the subsequent potion formula for the 'Corpse Collector' pathway?
He did not speak out his thoughts. Chief Colin's teachings made him more mature. At the same time, he was not sure whether Silver City had any high-sequence formulas other than the Warrior Path.
At the top of the mottled long table, Klein the Fool nodded slightly under the gray fog. This possibility was indeed very high, but it seemed that there were some problems with the promotion of the former chief of Silver City. Perhaps he fell into some negative state and had to fall into a deep sleep, or he had lost control and turned into a monster. Retracting his scattered thoughts, he let the "World" speak in a low voice:
"If it involves the field of the God of Death, and Mr. 'Death' is not participating in the Tarot Club, you can ask me for advice."
"Thank you, Mr. 'World'." "Sun" Derrick did not think too much and responded gratefully.
Mr. "World" meant that he had a good relationship with Mr. "Death" and could easily contact the angel and ask him questions? It was really enviable. "Justice" Audrey immediately heard the hidden meaning in the words of "World".
The free exchange session ended here. Finally, after "White Tower" Renekton and "Chariot" Anderson shared some useful little knowledge, this week's Tarot Club also came to an end. After
everyone stood up and saluted Mr. "Fool" at the top of the mottled long table, a series of deep red lights rose up, taking everyone on both sides of the mottled long table away from the space above the gray fog.
On the north bank of the Pas River Valley, in the Knowledge Church in the city of Impas, countless vast and pure knowledge poured out from the void, gathered in the prayer hall, and reorganized the figure of Renekton.
The people praying in the church were unaware of this and did not notice him at all. Even if they saw him, they would subconsciously ignore him.
Renekton walked straight through the crowd and came to the clergy lounge behind the prayer hall. He quietly flipped through the books of the Knowledge Church in front of the rows of bookshelves in the lounge.
After a while, the creaking sound of the door being pushed open and the sound of footsteps came from behind.
Renekton walked to the desk with the book in his hand and greeted Luca Brewster who entered the lounge:
"Good afternoon, Bishop Luca."
As he spoke, an invisible servant holding a square metal box walked out from behind him.
Renekton took the square iron box from the invisible servant, handed it to Luca Brewster opposite him, nodded slightly at him, and said with a smile:
"This is a reward from the church. I hope you don't mind that I delayed returning to the Pas Valley for two weeks."
"It seems that my prophecy is correct." Luca Brewster, whose hair was already completely white, sighed as he took the iron box.
After removing the spiritual wall on the iron box, he opened it directly. After calmly staring at the characteristics of the "Dream Weaver", he closed the iron box again, shook his head and chuckled:
"Although I know it is unlikely to be the 'Insighter', I always have some expectations before seeing it."
"But fortunately, the 'Dream Weaver' is also a good choice for me. I have some understanding of the mind and dreams."
Renekton nodded slightly and asked, "Do you need me to help you prepare the ceremony?"
Luke Bruce shook his head slowly and said, "No, the promotion of the 'Dream Weaver' needs to be carried out in deep dreams where emotions and desires are extremely strong. It is difficult for outsiders to provide help. I will pray for a blessing from my Lord before the promotion begins."
"Okay." Renekton chuckled and nodded. After a half-second pause, he added, "You can concentrate on preparing for the promotion. I will take over your affairs temporarily. Of course, the time cannot be too long. I am not very proficient in the work of a bishop."
"In fact, with your sequence and identity, even if you stay at the church headquarters, you will be at least an archbishop. The church values knowledge rather than age." Bishop Luke responded with a chuckle.
Renekton shook his head slowly and expressed his opinion:
"Wouldn't it be too miserable to stay in one place all the time? I still think it's better to be free like this now."
After a brief exchange, Renekton bowed to Bishop Luca and said goodbye.
As he straightened his back, his body disintegrated little by little, decomposing into a stream of pure knowledge, rushing out of the church like a torrent.
In the evening, in a coffee bean plantation outside Impas, Renekton's figure gathered and reorganized in the torrent of information.
As soon as his figure emerged, a gray-haired lop-eared rabbit wearing a metal belt, wrist guards, helmet and shoes fell from the air on its face.
"Woo~"
"Boss, help me, my neck seems to be cramped."
On the ground, Bugs Bunny, who was stuck upside down in the mud, kicked his short legs randomly in the air.
Renekton's mouth twitched slightly, and he raised his hand to create an invisible hand, and pulled out Bugs Bunny, who was stuck upside down in the ground, like pulling out a carrot, and threw it aside.
Bugs Bunny stood up from the ground, and pressed his two fleshy paws on the head with a metal helmet. He twisted it slightly with skillful movements, and the bones in his body made a creaking sound, and his stiff neck returned to normal.