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 Chapter 131 Tobacco Merchant

  After returning to the house across the street, Renekton did not choose to rest, but went out again with Crow Anu.

  Today's weather has been gloomy, without a trace of moonlight penetrating the clouds, and only the dim street lights on the street dispel a small amount of darkness.

  The night is dark and windy, suitable for zombies to appear!

  Renekton and Crow Anu are in a cemetery on the outskirts of the East District, followed by five or six zombies with varying degrees of decay. In the cemetery without street lights, this scene looks particularly eerie and terrifying.

  Renekton sprinkled a piece of semi-transparent white fine powder, which quickly spread in the air and turned into a bright but not dazzling ripple to illuminate the cemetery.

  "Ga!"

  Crow Anu screamed twice, flapping his wings and flew away from Renekton's shoulder. Sprinkle some pungent herbal powder in the illuminated area.

  Crow Anu skillfully put the ritual materials in the right place. After the ritual was arranged, Renekton shook the spirituality and lit the candle.

  With the help of the ritual, Anu the Crow controlled the zombies following behind him, letting them disperse and start digging their own graves in the cemetery.

  After the graves were dug, Anu the Crow controlled the zombies to lie down in their own graves. Then, with the help of the ritual, he cleaned up the dead spirits on the zombies, turning them back into quiet corpses.

  Then he communicated with the spirits around him and asked them to help cover the newly dug graves with soil.

  Anu the Crow landed on a tombstone next to Renekton, waving his wings excitedly and said:

  "Boss! I have digested nearly one-third of my gravedigger potion!"

  "However, I feel like there are still some incomplete parts in the role."

  "Good progress, I can be promoted to a psychic in a month or two."

  Renekton nodded gently. This crow is particularly talented in the path of the god of death.

  Then he sprinkled out the iron-black material and summoned an invisible giant hand to collect the scattered soil on the ground and throw it into an inconspicuous corner, and made a certain cover to ensure that digging graves in the middle of the night would not be discovered.

  After dealing with the traces at the scene, Renekton reached out and grabbed one of the crow's wings, turned around and explored the spirit world. Then he appeared in the Hillston District and blended into the crowd without any sense of disobedience.

  As the economic center of the Hillston District, there is a bustling night market, and the entire block is brightly lit.

  Fashionable men and women walked on the streets. There were high-income people working here, and there were also tourists and pedestrians who came out to play. Carriages and various strange machines emerged in an endless stream, perfectly interpreting the prosperity of Backlund.

  Renekton was holding a newly bought bird cage in his hand. The bird cage was casually opened, and the crow Anu stood inside, looking around curiously. The

  previous dinner had no appetite to continue eating because of the sudden prophecy. After a busy circle, Renekton felt a little hungry again. He walked skillfully to the food street with various snacks and midnight snacks, and picked and chose to buy a large bag of midnight snacks.

  Carrying the bought food, Renekton prepared to find a place with few people and directly shuttle back to Minsk Street through the spirit world.

  Walking out of the crowded street, Renekton was about to take the opportunity to avoid the sight of the pedestrians around him and step into the spirit world. The crow Anu, who was originally standing in the open birdcage, fell straight to the ground. The

  small body was still trembling, as if it had encountered something extremely terrible.

  Renekton did not check the situation of the crow on the ground, but followed his intuition to look behind him.

  A middle-aged gentleman with outstanding temperament and well-dressed looked at him curiously.

  The middle-aged gentleman had bronze skin, black and white hair and extremely rare black pupils. He was wearing a loose black fur coat and a medium build. He wore a very conspicuous black and red ring with gemstones on his hand.

  Renekton's prying eyes let him see more.

  It was dark green scales and white feathers, and each feather and scale had strange symbols of different shapes.

  Just as Renekton continued to stare and wanted to see more, his own spirituality suddenly warned him, as if something extremely terrible would come in the next moment.

  Renekton immediately lowered his head and looked away, no longer looking at the middle-aged gentleman.

  One of the rules for secret peepers summarized by Renekton is to restrain your strong curiosity and not try to pry into the unknown and secrets that you don't understand.

  (From the experience and lessons of his own captain!)

  He put his eyes back on the crow Anu who fell to the ground, and checked its condition by the way. Except for the fear that still shrouded its mental body, there were no other problems with it.

  "This crow is very interesting. It may have a very unusual life experience."

  A very gentle and friendly voice came.

  Renekton looked up at the voice and saw the middle-aged gentleman who had approached. He nodded slightly, but his eyes avoided looking at the other person's eyes.

  There was nothing wrong with the other person's eyes, but Renekton's intuition made him always be vigilant about the other person's eyes, as if his peeping eyes would see things that were not normally visible, bringing unpredictable dangers.     "Sir, are you very knowledgeable about birds? Are you an expert in biology?"

  Renekton casually asked, making the situation less awkward.

  "I didn't expect that I have such an academic temperament, but unfortunately, I'm just a businessman."

  The other party showed a trace of regret on his face.

  After saying this, the middle-aged gentleman half squatted down and put the shivering crow on the ground back into the birdcage held by Renekton.

  After doing all this, the middle-aged gentleman said with a sigh of relief:

  "Sorry, I accidentally scared your crow just now."

  "It's okay, it's fine now."

  Renekton shook his head slightly and replied.

  The middle-aged gentleman opposite with a gentle tone is likely to be a high-sequence strongman of the Death God Path. Renekton estimated that the other party is likely to be a demigod or above. Otherwise, it would be difficult to scare the crow like this without noticing.

  "Can I ask curiously, where did you buy or meet this crow?"

  The middle-aged gentleman asked in a very polite tone.

  Renekton restrained himself from raising his eyebrows and showed a puzzled expression:

  "Sir, why are you so interested in this crow?"

  "I met it by chance in the Backlund Bridge area. It snatched the bread from my hand. Later, I caught it and I kept it with me."

  The middle-aged gentleman showed an understanding expression when he heard it. It was unclear whether he believed Renekton's explanation or not, but a smile appeared on his face. He nodded slightly and said:

  "It seems that you two are destined to be together. It has some unusual bloodline. Although it is thin, if you can cultivate it well, it may be able to return to its ancestral home in the future."

  "Unusual bloodline?"

  Renekton repeated in a low voice, already having a related guess in his mind.

  Then he looked at the middle-aged gentleman, bowed slightly and saluted:

  "Thank you for your reminder. We have been talking for so long, but I still don't know what your name is, sir!"

  "Prak Eggers, a tobacco merchant from the Southern Continent."

  "It's a pity that you are not a person who likes tobacco. You don't smell like tobacco, otherwise I would give you a portion of my favorite tobacco. Believe me, it is worth collecting!"

  Prak Eggers introduced his identity in a gentle tone. Only when he talked about tobacco did he reveal a different kind of fascination.

  Renekton was a little surprised by the other party's surname. Backlund is really a magical place. You can meet a descendant of the royal family of the Balam Empire just by walking on the street.

  Renekton restrained his surprised expression and just showed a little surprise and said:

  "Eggers! From the Southern Continent, Mr. Prak, you are indeed a great noble."

  "Just a marginal member. The identity of a merchant must be before this."

  Prak Eggers just explained a little, without saying too much, but he did not deny his identity as a descendant of the royal family of the Balam Empire.

  Renekton nodded slightly and did not continue to ask about this topic. Over a long period of time, even the royal family of the former Balam Empire must have been divided into several factions. It is normal for some of them to be excluded.

  The crow Anu in the birdcage has recovered and is looking around carefully in the cage. It seems that he does not know that the impact he just received came from the middle-aged gentleman in front of him.

  "Mr. Prak, my name is Al Tynes, a Feynaporter, and I just arrived in Backlund recently."

  "I think I should leave."

  As he said this, Renekton also mentioned the crow that had recovered in his hand and the midnight snack in the bag in his other hand.

  "Well, if you have any questions about tobacco, you can ask me at any time. If you come to me to buy tobacco, I will give you a more favorable price than others, haha."

  Prak Eggers became particularly enthusiastic and energetic when talking about tobacco.

  After saying goodbye to Prak Eggers, Renekton walked forward for a distance, turned into a small alley, and then stepped into the spirit world and left the Hillston District.

  Prak Eggers, who was leaving in the opposite direction, paused for a moment after Rekton entered the spirit world, and then walked forward as if nothing had happened, as if he was thinking of something happy, with a smile on his face.

  "Very interesting young man, and he also raised a very interesting crow."

  ".It seems that I have been away from home for too long, and seeing young people easily reminds me of my own children. Perhaps, I should go back and see that gloomy boy all day long."  Chapter 132 Dream

  Located opposite the house at No. 15 Minsk Street, the figure of Renekton holding a bird cage was quickly outlined.

  Crow Anu looked like he had returned to the safe zone, flapping his wings quickly and flying to the shelf where he often stayed.

  "You didn't even tell me the address. Are you sure I can find him, or are you sure I won't go looking for him?"

  Renekton threw down the bird cage in his hand, leaned back on the sofa and muttered to himself, then turned his attention to the recovered Crow Anu:

  "What did you see before? Or what did you feel?"

  "I don't know. Suddenly I felt that I was being stared at by a terrifying gaze. I couldn't move at all, and I couldn't even raise the consciousness to resist."

  Recalling the previous feelings, Crow Anu couldn't help but shudder again.

  Renekton nodded without being too surprised. The tobacco merchant who called himself Prak Eggers should be a high-sequence extraordinary person of the Death Path.

  As for why he was interested in a crow, the other party had already said it very clearly.

  Recalling what Anu the Crow said when he was promoted, that he saw a huge bird, Renekton guessed that Anu's unusual bloodline referred to the phoenix.

  Thinking of this, Renekton turned his head and looked at the crow on the shelf:

  "Do you remember the huge bird you saw when you were promoted before?"

  "I remember, black feathers, very big, no matter how I looked, I could only see feathers."

  Anu the Crow nodded and described the scene he had seen before.

  "If you see related scenes in the future, remember to tell me, whether it is the scene when you are promoted or the scene you see in your dreams when you sleep." After

  reminding Anu the Crow, Renekton returned to the bedroom on the second floor and prepared to go to bed.

  In the quiet late night, Renekton felt that he saw a long river with no end in sight in his daze. He was on a wooden boat, holding a lantern, and in front of him was a boatman in a tattered black robe rowing the boat.

  The thick gray-white fog filled every direction around, making it impossible to distinguish the direction, or even where he was.

  The boatman standing in front gave Renekton a very familiar feeling. With curiosity rising in his heart, Renekton moved the lantern closer, trying to see the boatman's appearance clearly in the dim light.

  The boatman turned slowly as if he had sensed something. In the dim light of the lantern, Renekton saw the rusty body of the paper man under the tattered black robe.

  The next moment, the paper man was torn from the inside, and one after another, eyes with a faint blue-purple glow came out from it, and all the pupils looked at Renekton holding the lantern.

  The picture shattered, and Renekton suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath.

  The moment he saw the paper man just now, he couldn't help but think that it was himself, and Renekton even felt that he should look like that.

  "Too weird, what is going on?"

  Renekton muttered to himself.

  After several minutes, after calming down, Renekton began to try to interpret his dream:

  "The endless river, the boat and the boatman, are they the ferrymen of the Death Path Sequence 3?"

  "For some reason, the gray fog reminds me of the seal of the Western Continent by the Heavenly Venerable." "

  The most bizarre paper boatman, the eyes that came out of his body, fit the image of a hermit, but why is there a paper man, and it is covered with rust?"

  "Is this dream a foreshadowing, or a revelation of my own state?"

  Because the sage characteristics in his body are constantly merging with himself, Renekton has no doubt that his dream is an alternative revelation or foresight.

  But he doesn't have much clue about the interpretation of the dream.

  "Maybe I can find someone who is good at interpreting dreams."

  Renekton murmured, and then listed the people he knew in his mind, but eventually ruled them out one by one.

  The Nightmare of the Sleepless Path is good at interpreting dreams, but he only knows Leonard, the Nightmare, who should still be training at the headquarters of the Church of Evernight, so it is not convenient to meet.

  Disturbed by the strange dream just now, Renekton felt that he had no sleepiness. He simply got up from the bed, pulled a chair, and sat by the window.

  The crimson moon showed some figures from the thick clouds, and the crimson moonlight was hazy and dim.

  Renekton stared at the night outside the window and made a further analysis of the dream just now:

  "I happened to meet Prak Eggers, the descendant of the god of death not long ago. His sequence should not be low. Perhaps he is a ferryman of sequence three."

  "So, is part of my dream directed to him?"

  "Ferryman usually also has the meaning of coordination or medium. What is it coordinating in the dream? And who is the medium between whom?"     "Me and the paper boatman?"

  "The gray mist may not only correspond to some external characteristics, but also to my own confused state."

  "Perhaps we can ask Huang Guang Venitan. He is a symbol of the field of astrology and should have some insights into this kind of dream with certain revelations."

  Renekton always felt that his dream interpretation was somewhat missing and inaccurate. When thinking about the characteristics and corresponding symbols of dreams, he thought of Huang Guang Venitan.

  Association may also be a kind of revelation given by spirituality to oneself, and Renekton immediately took action.

  He searched the room to find the ritual candles and various essential oils, materials, and the corresponding gem "Emerald". After quickly setting up the ceremony, Renekton stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed the candle twice, and lit the candle through the friction and vibration between his own spirituality.

  A drop of essential oil was dripped into the candle flame, and the bedroom was instantly filled with the smell of licorice.

  Renekton quickly stood up and stepped back, reciting:

  "The light of the spirit world that never fades, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the yellow of reason and adaptation."

  The candlelight flickered violently, and the temperature in the bedroom dropped a little. Invisible ripples spread from the all-seeing eye at the center of the ceremony, and even the crimson moonlight shining in from the window was blocked out.

  The image of a thin old man wearing a lemon yellow robe and a long white beard was outlined in the herbal powder swept by the invisible wind.

  "Good evening! Respected Mr. Venitan!"

  Renekton greeted him skillfully.

  "Good evening, Mr. Venitan, the patron of 'knowledge', what are you looking for me this time?"

  Yellow Venitan seemed to have expected it, and after greeting, he directly asked what Renekton needed to ask.

  Renekton was not surprised by this. Yellow Venitan was a symbol of the field of astrology, and prophecy was what He was best at.

  After organizing his words, he told Huang Guangwenitan about his previous dream and some of his guesses and interpretations of the dream, and asked for his opinion.

  Huang Guangwenitan pondered for a moment before speaking carefully:

  "As you think, you had this dream, which has something to do with the descendant of the god of death who claimed to be a tobacco merchant you met, but it is not the main reason. This should be just a trigger."

  "A trigger?"

  Renekton asked curiously.

  "Yes."

  "You took the crow to act as a gravedigger, which made you contaminated with some of the aura of the dead realm. Later, you met the descendant of the god of death and contaminated some of his aura, as well as the phoenix bloodline of the crow."

  "The combination of these conditions produced a wonderful reaction, which was just captured by your own spirituality."

  "This triggered some of your characteristics, the prophetic characteristics, and formed this rather strange dream."

  Huang Guangwenitan explained in detail the reason for his dream.

  Renekton nodded thoughtfully. Some of his characteristics should point to the characteristics of the sage of Sequence 2.

  Then he raised a question about the ferryman:

  "The scene and image of the ferryman appeared in my dream. Does it mean that Mr. Prak Eggers is a ferryman of Sequence 3 of the Death Path?"

  "Yes."

  "This scene should also have another meaning. The gray fog covering the surroundings is like a barrier, and the ferry symbolizes the medium. At the end of the gray fog, there are things that are closely related to you."

  "In addition to symbolizing the ferryman, the boatman also has this meaning. The eyes represent peeping, and the paper man represents a substitute."

  "This dream may have more meanings, but you need to interpret it yourself."

  "This is my hunch about this!"

  Huang Guang Venitan's last hunch, Renekton is more inclined to think that this is a prophecy of Him about this matter.

  After thinking and digesting Huang Guang Venitan's words, Renekton politely thanked him and ended the exchange.

  After cleaning up the remnants of the ritual, Renekton lay back down on his bed, and fell asleep again while there was still some time before dawn, Chapter 133 New Members of the Tarot Club

  The next day, it was Monday of a new week. Renekton was looking forward to today's Tarot Club. Rosago had already given away his head, and this time he would be able to meet Klein's trumpet Mr. World at the Tarot Club.

  At three o'clock in the afternoon, a deep red tide of light surged in front of him, gradually drowning his vision.

  When he regained his vision, the scene in front of Renekton had turned into a palace like a giant's residence above the gray fog.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. Good afternoon, Mr. White Tower."

  Audrey greeted every member of the Tarot Club happily until her sight came to the end of the bronze long table, where a figure wearing a black hooded robe sat. This figure was also illusory and hazy.

  Audrey cast a somewhat puzzled and happy look at Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the top of the bronze long table.

  She didn't expect that there would be new people joining so soon. It had only been two weeks since Mr. White Tower joined.

  This shows that our Tarot Club is growing rapidly! Audrey, you will also be a veteran of the Tarot Club in the future.

  Audrey's thoughts were in a mess. Before she could ask the new member's code name, Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the top, spoke:

  "This is the new member, Mr. World."

  Renekton looked at Mr. Fool's trumpet with curiosity, and a faint purple fluorescence flashed in his eyes.

  "I can't see much, but it feels a little fake, like a puppet. Klein should not be able to do dual-thread operation yet, otherwise, Mr. World's movements would not be so stiff."

  "But except for people like me who already know that the world is a trumpet, they dare not think about it."

  After Renekton's thoughts were active for a while, he lowered his sight again, not looking at more things, and greeted the new member at the same time:

  "Good afternoon, Mr. World."

  "If you have features that need to be sold, you can consider me. As a friend, I will give you a friendly price!"

  "Good afternoon! I will."

  Under the control of Mr. Fool, the trumpet world replied hoarsely and without any fluctuations in tone.

  Sitting at the top, surrounded by gray fog, Klein looked at Mr. White Tower who was greeting his trumpet with a little hesitation. He suspected that the other party was testing him.

  He suspected that the trumpet of the world was Klein Moretti?

  Why? Because of the code name of the world or because I arranged the position of the world at the bottom of the bronze long table?

  Audrey on the side had been curiously looking at the new member. She felt that the other party had always been very calm and rational, and she had not observed any information from Mr. World at all.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. World."

  Audrey greeted him politely.

  The Hanged Man and Little Sun also greeted the new member World separately afterwards, and today's Tarot Club officially began.

  Klein, the Fool, who was sitting at the top, cast his eyes on Audrey on the side and said:

  "The two candidates you proposed are still under investigation."

  Then he gave Miss Justice an investigation task and asked her to pass it on to the two candidates she proposed.

  Then he operated his trumpet again. After looking around, Mr. World spoke in a hoarse voice:

  "Mr. Fool told me that we can issue tasks and collect materials here, right?"

  "Yes, only if you can pay enough. Even if we can't do it, there is Mr. Fool and his followers!"

  Renekton responded in a not particularly serious tone.

  "Gentlemen, it's Mr. Fool's reading time next."

  Justice Audrey reminded the two people who were about to continue chatting.

  "Miss Justice is so full of ownership." Klein sighed in his heart, and then looked at Mr. Hanged Man sitting opposite Miss Justice. Mr.

  Hanged Man, who remained silent and secretly observed because of the new members, saw the look from Mr. Fool and saluted quickly.

  Then he gathered his mind, recalled the contents of the diary he had memorized, and materialized them with the help of Mr. Fool.

  These diaries suddenly disappeared, and then appeared in Klein's hands.

  Renekton didn't glance at the contents of this diary, but judging from the length of time Klein read, there should be a lot of effective content in this diary.

  After reading all the diaries, Klein calmed down a bit, looked at Renekton on the side and said,

  "Mr. White Tower, you have completed the task of assassinating Beckeron. Your reward will be paid to you in batches by my followers in the next period of time." The

  Hanged Man, who was still at sea and where the news was not circulating so quickly, was quite shocked and looked sideways at Renekton. However, due to the tall stature of the Little Sun sitting between the two of them, the Hanged Man could not observe Renekton's specific situation. He

  could only be slightly shocked in his heart at the strength of Mr. White Tower.

  "He is at least Sequence 6, more likely Sequence 5, otherwise it would be impossible for him to assassinate an ambassador in such a short time and still successfully retreat."

  Seeing that the scene had quieted down, Klein resumed control of his own trumpet world.

  "Hey! Can I talk now?"     Without waiting for anyone to respond, Klein manipulated the world on his own and continued,

  "I hope to obtain the real rhizome of the Mist Tree Man, and at least 60 ml of the corresponding juice, as well as the medullary crystals of the Elven Fountain City, and all the spinal fluid of the Evil Stripe Black Panther."

  "What do you want me to exchange for?"

  Renekton was a little confused. He remembered that the magician's formula did not contain the medullary crystals of the Elven Fountain City, which should be the materials of the Pharmacist Path.

  "Very cautious, in fact, there is no need to be so cautious. There are too few extraordinary people in the Fortune Teller Path. Most people can't tell what these materials are for!"

  Renekton commented in his heart, but did not respond. He himself had no way to obtain extraordinary materials except the church.

  In the end, it was the Little Sun in the Silver City with many monsters who took over the material commission of the Mist Tree Man, hoping to get a weapon suitable for himself as a reward.

  "The psychiatrist's potion formula and the corresponding extraordinary materials"

  "The potion formula of the Sailor Path Sequence Six Wind Favored"

  Then Miss Justice and the Hanged Man also said what they needed, if a deal could be reached.

  "Okay."

  The World answered in a low voice, and then said:

  "I have another commission."

  "I hope to obtain information on all the ruined nobles in the Kingdom of Loen, the more detailed the better."

  Miss Justice, a Loen noble, was stunned for a moment, and then asked tentatively with some caution:

  "What do you want to do?"

  The World, controlled by Klein, laughed hoarsely:

  "You don't need to worry, I'm just looking for something and will not cause any harm to them. You can ask Mr. Fool to be a witness to this."

  Audrey couldn't read too much from a dummy, and could only rely on her own judgment and thinking to answer:

  "I know some information about ruined nobles, but it's not detailed enough. I need some time to perfect it. I will give it to you before the next Tarot meeting, okay?"

  "No problem."

  The World responded in a low voice, and said again:

  "What kind of reward do you hope to get?"

  "What I can pay is: some secret history of the Fourth Epoch, knowledge about some extraordinary ways, and some potion formulas."

  "But this needs to be equivalent to the information of those ruined nobles, or you can also make some other requests."

  After thinking seriously for a while, Audrey chose to communicate with Mr. World alone.

  Renekton, who had been isolated from the individual conversation, was quite disappointed. He couldn't even be a quiet bystander.

  Then Renekton turned his attention to the Hanged Man, who was also isolated from the individual conversation. He chuckled and said,

  "Mr. Hanged Man, I know the main ingredients of the Wind-Favored Potion and the corresponding role-playing rules. Do you need it?"

  The Hanged Man Alger hesitated:

  "Only the main ingredients?"

  "Only the main ingredients, but if you can pay enough, I can also ask for the complete potion formula for you."

  Renekton nodded and replied.

  As for the complete potion formula, Renekton believed that both Mr. Huang and the mysterious Queen Bernadette should know it.

  The former belongs to an angel of a similar path, and the latter even has the Obonis sea monster required for the Ocean Singer's promotion ceremony in captivity. It is obvious that he has mastered some potion formulas of the Sailor Path.

  Renekton felt that the four pirate kings on the sea had more or less mastered the Sailor Path. After all, the ancient name of the sailor was "Sea Favored", and those who roamed on the sea must train their own sailors.

  The Hanged Man Alger was stunned for a moment. After listening to the other party's answer, he seemed very confident to get the potion formula of the Wind Blessed One.

  After a little thought, he asked:

  "If I need the complete potion formula, what price do I have to pay?"

  "It depends on what the other party wants. I can ask for you. Are you sure you need to get the formula of the Wind Blessed One from me? I can't be sure what the other party's conditions are."

  Renekton reminded the Hanged Man.

  "Can you help me ask what the other party's conditions are first, and then I will consider whether to trade?"

  "Whether the deal is reached or not, I will pay you a reward."

  The Hanged Man made a decision quickly.

  "Okay." Renekton nodded, another small income. Chapter 134: Encounter in the Cemetery

  After Renekton and the Hanged Man Alger reached a deal outside, not long after, they heard the sound of Mr. Fool, who was at the top, tapping the bronze table, indicating that the private communication between Miss Justice and Mr. World had ended.

  Then, Mr. World spoke again under Klein's control:

  "I have another question."

  "I want to know if there are any high-sequence masters in the Soran family of Intis."

  Renekton was slightly curious, and did not expect what Klein wanted information about the Soran family for. After thinking about it for a while, he found that he did not know whether there were any angels in the Soran family, but there was a high probability that there were.

  He raised his hand slightly to answer Mr. World's question, but then he heard the sound of tapping on the table from the top of the bronze table.

  "I will answer this question. What can you pay?"

  The world under Klein's control immediately said:

  "One formula, one formula for Sequence 7."

  "Okay." Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, answered.

  Then he created an environment for himself and his trumpet to be alone.

  Renekton sat in his seat and raised his eyebrows slightly. He changed his position on the seat with his left hand, which was originally about to be raised, and quietly watched Klein perform a self-questioning and self-answering program.

  After a while, after Klein finished the private communication, he manipulated the world to stand up and bowed:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, thank you very much for your answer. It is very helpful to me."

  "This is an equal exchange, no need to thank you." Klein responded with his big account.

  Renekton was very interested in this scene and watched this drama with relish.

  "It should be said that the Beyonders of the Diviner Path are really talented in performance. It should be said that they are a performance troupe."

  Renekton maintained a calm surface, but in his heart he was criticizing every high-sequence fortuneteller.

  After that, Klein manipulated the small account Mr. World to communicate with everyone for a few minutes, and this Tarot Club ended here.

  Returning to his study, Renekton still had some unsatisfied memories of Klein's performance above the gray fog. He sighed and said,

  "Some people are really born fortune tellers!"

  Then he summoned his messenger and wrote a letter to Mr. Huang and Cattleya on the Future, asking if they knew the formula of the magic potion that the sailor passed by the Wind Blessed.

  Because he often exchanged letters with Frank, the messenger had memorized Frank's breath. As long as the Future did not sail too far in a short time, the messenger could find him.

  After writing the letter, Renekton found Backlund's map again and prepared to change a new cemetery tonight and take Crow Anu to play the gravedigger.

  Through this period of trial and error, Renekton has summed up the rules of the gravedigger's role:

  the gravedigger is not simply to dig or even destroy the grave, but to bring peace to the dead.

  The general practice is to baptize the dead, and then take the dead body to the cemetery for burial.

  At the beginning, he took Crow Anu to the cemetery to awaken the zombies, and the behavior of destroying the graves was completely opposite to the role of the gravedigger.

  The real role of the gravedigger should be to give peace to the dead body that has died but has not been dealt with, and take it to the cemetery for burial.

  This is the last sequence, the corpse collector takes the role one step further.

  Taking advantage of the fact that it is still afternoon, Renekton took Crow Anu out and headed directly to the East District and Backlund Bridge area. These two places belong to the places where the poor at the bottom of society gather, with many homeless people and beggars.

  Many people die here every day, and many people join.

  Renekton walked on the streets of the East District with Crow Anu, watching everyone around him with his eyes of peeping, watching their weak lives like candles in the wind. Mark every nameless person who is about to die or has already died, waiting for the right time to collect their bodies.

  "I actually think this way of acting is very reasonable, instead of lamenting that this world is too cruel."

  Renekton said in a self-deprecating low voice.

  "Boss, death is the final destination of all living beings, and we bring them a peaceful sleep after death."

  Crow Anu stood on Renekton's shoulder, put his head close to Renekton's ear and whispered.

  "Death is the final destination of all living things!"

  Renekton turned his head and glanced at the crow on his shoulder. At this moment, he really felt that this crow had an extraordinary talent in the path of death.

  "Their suffering was not caused by me. On the contrary, I gave them the last rest." Renekton was doing self-consolation in his heart.

  After wandering around the East District and the Backlund Bridge area, it was already dark.

  Renekton helped the crow Anu to secretly take away the homeless man who had become a corpse. Through the form of spiritual shuttle, the corpse was brought to the Austin Cemetery on the outskirts of the South District.

  This place is managed by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Renekton felt that perhaps the cemetery managed by the church was a better choice for the dead. So he chose the cemetery managed by the Church of Steam, which he was destined to deal with in the future. As

  soon as Renekton's figure dragged the two corpses out of the spiritual world, he saw Klein who was looking at him in amazement.

  After a brief pause, Renekton smiled awkwardly but politely and said hello:

  "Good evening, Mr. Detective. Are you here to bury someone as well?"

  Klein looked back and forth between Renekton and the two bodies he was dragging. After confirming that Al was not killing someone and dumping the bodies, he smiled awkwardly and responded:

  "Good evening, Al. I'm here to dig a grave."     "Digging graves? You have this hobby? You fortune tellers have really unique hobbies."

  "But can you not dig my graves? These are for my crows to play gravedigger."

  Renekton didn't quite understand why Klein ran to the cemetery to dig graves in the middle of the night, but he still explained to him why he buried people to avoid him digging up the bodies he bought. It would be bad if this was considered a failure in the role play.

  "Okay."

  "I'm just here to test a magical item belonging to the realm of the dead! Don't think too much."

  Klein explained again. He felt that what he had just said could easily make people think of other things.

  "Well, are you in a hurry to test the magical items now? If not, help me take a look at these two bodies. I still have to go back and drag the other bodies over."

  Renekton said, and without waiting for Klein to respond, he put down the bodies he was dragging and turned to step into the spirit world.

  Klein looked at Al, who had disappeared, and the two extra bodies on the ground, and was speechless for a moment.

  With a helpless sigh, he leaned against the nearby trees that shielded the tomb from the sun and rain, waiting for Al to come back in the cold and chilly night.

  As a result, Al went back and forth five or six times, bringing a total of ten corpses.

  Klein stared blankly at the bodies of the homeless people on the ground. If it weren't for his spiritual vision that these homeless people died of natural causes, he would have suspected that Al was secretly killing the homeless people in Backlund to help his crow role.

  "Okay, Anu, go and prepare. First, use the ritual to comfort the souls of these dead, and then dig a pit to bury them. This time, we can't use zombies."

  Renekton instructed Anu, the crow standing on the tombstone nearby.

  Then he walked to Klein, and the two stood side by side and watched Anu, the crow, comfort and bury the bodies of these homeless people.

  "Where did you find so many homeless bodies?"

  Klein asked the doubts in his heart.

  "The East District and the Backlund Bridge area, these two places have a large number of people dying every day. I just brought out a few inconspicuous bodies."

  "No matter how prosperous a city is, there are dark places, and Backlund in this era is even more so."

  Renekton explained the source of the bodies, and then sighed.

  "This era?"

  Klein didn't quite understand.

  "This is the best of times, and the worst of times."

  Renekton said, without further explanation.

  The crow Anu had already performed a ritual to comfort the souls of these bodies.

  Then, using the spell that Renekton taught it, it sprinkled iron-black powder, summoned an invisible giant hand, dug ten graves in the cemetery, and put the bodies in one by one, and then buried them with soil.

  Finally, Renekton also found some stones, made tombstones and inserted them into the ground in front of the graves.

  On each tombstone was left an epitaph for an unknown person:

  I don't know which of the stars in the sky will be

  the kind-hearted person I passed by, you can give me a flower.

  "Do you want to write a sentence?"

  Renekton turned his head and asked Klein who was watching next to him.

  "Me?" Klein hesitated for a moment, and wrote a line of phrases on the last tombstone:

  I have been to this world.

  "Gah~ Boss, I have digested a lot of my potion. I feel that I can completely digest it after two or three more times."

  The crow Anu excitedly flapped his wings and tumbled in the air.

  "It seems that there is no problem with the role-playing rules summarized this time."

  Renekton nodded without being too surprised.

  "It's your turn to experiment with your magical items. Do you need me to take the crow away first?"

  Renekton turned his head and asked Klein beside him.

  "No." Klein shook his head slightly. He still trusted him.

  Klein took out an exquisite, old copper whistle in front of Renekton. There were many strange patterns on it that made it full of mysterious charm.

  He walked away from the place where the homeless body had just been buried, and repeatedly threw the copper whistle in his hand in the air.

  He repeated it many times and stopped after confirming that there were no signs of corpse transformation around. Then he called Renekton who was standing in the distance:

  "It's done. Wait a few days to see if there are any additional changes."