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 Chapter 135 Well, this is the title!

  Renekton brought Klein and Anu the crow through the spirit world and came to the St. Estin Hospital in the Backlund Bridge area.

  It is now approaching winter. Although the hospital morgue will not allow corpses to be stored for too long, the management is relatively relaxed now, and there are still many corpses in the hospital morgue overnight.

  In the morgue on the first floor of the basement of St. Estin Hospital, the gloomy and cold feeling spread all over the body.

  Renekton frowned instinctively. He didn't like this environment very much. It was easy to remind people of the horror movies he had seen before.

  "Why did you come to this hospital? Are there more corpses in the hospitals in the Backlund Bridge area?"

  Renekton asked curiously.

  "Almost. There are many poor people here who died of illness. There are corpses at home that have nowhere to be placed. They usually deposit them in the hospital morgue."

  Klein nodded and explained in detail the reason for choosing this hospital.

  Renekton looked at Klein with some surprise:

  "You are well prepared for the identity of a detective! You have noticed all these details."

  "Because this is not just a disguise, it is also my job and source of income."

  Klein answered, while taking out the gold-shell pocket watch in his arms and taking a look. He took back the spirit wrapped in the Azik copper whistle at the right time.

  Renekton glanced at the environment in the morgue. After Klein took back the spirit wrapped in the Azik copper whistle, the aura of the dead realm here instantly became stronger.

  In the vision of Renekton's peeping eyes, the morgue hiccups were stained with a dark and thick dark green color.

  Time passed by minute by minute, about one or two minutes. A corpse on the long table in front suddenly sat up.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  The iron cabinets where the corpses were placed around made dense clapping sounds, as if something inside wanted to break out.

  "Scarlet!" Klein threw a requiem charm at the corpse sitting up on the long table in front.

  The sound of banging on the iron cabinets around them instantly faded away, and the corpse that had sat up on the long table lay down again.

  A bright, pure, warm light spread out from Renekton like water. Wherever the light passed, all the animated corpses were purified, and the remaining dead spirits in the corpses quickly dissipated.

  Klein looked up and glanced at Renekton with gratitude. His solution was more perfect than his own way of letting the corpses fall into a deep sleep.

  Da! Da!

  The old man guarding the door outside was attracted by the movement and light in the morgue just now, holding a lantern and moving closer.

  Renekton took two steps closer to Klein and put his hand on Klein's shoulder. The figures of the two people and the crow quickly disappeared in the morgue.

  With a creak! The old man guarding the door opened the door of the morgue with a key. He held up the lantern and carefully scanned every corner of the morgue.

  No. 15 Minsk Street, the figures of Klein, Renekton, and the crow Anu quickly appeared in the living room.

  "Huh! I was almost discovered. Spiritual travel is really useful!"

  Klein couldn't help but sigh.

  "After all, the Apprentice Path is the most suitable path for making a seal."

  Renekton added.

  Klein's expression paused slightly, and he used his clown ability to control the twitching corners of his mouth and said:

  "Your joke is not funny at all to the Beyonders of the Apprentice Path."

  "Why did you ask for information about the Soran family?"

  Renekton took advantage of Klein's relaxation and asked the question from the Tarot Club.

  "I'm a little curious,"

  Klein answered subconsciously, and suddenly fell silent. He looked at Renekton very embarrassedly, with a somewhat unnatural smile on his face, and said:

  "How did you guess it?"

  "I just asked casually, but I didn't expect you to be so honest."

  Renekton looked at Klein with an unconcealable smile in his eyes.

  "You" Klein was speechless, calmed himself down, and then said with an expression that he was confessing everything:

  "Yes, I am the world in the Tarot Club."

  With the identity of "the world" as a cover, Al should not have more doubts. Well, my identity as the Fool must be concealed. If others know it, it will be troublesome, but if Al knows it, it will probably be socially dead.

  Klein thought of the Emperor Roselle who had already died socially in front of him. He didn't want to follow the emperor's footsteps and die socially in the presence of another traverser.

  Renekton looked at Klein suspiciously. He felt that the other party's psychological activities at this moment were very rich.     The inspiration in his heart was touched. Renekton stretched out his hand and grabbed in the void. Through the connection of the spirit world, he pulled out several pieces of paper placed in the house opposite.

  Klein looked at the two pieces of light yellow paper that suddenly appeared in the other party's hand, and the fortune teller's intuition had a bad premonition.

  "I suddenly remembered that I didn't give you these two paintings because you were in a bad mood in Tingen."

  As he spoke, Renekton stretched out his hand and handed over the two watercolor paintings that Klein made when he was just resurrected.

  Klein reluctantly took the two paintings handed over by the other party:

  one was a watercolor painting of himself crawling out of the grave, with half of his body sticking out;

  the other was a cartoon version of a black cat with a top hat, with half of its body sticking out of the grave.

  The black cat with a top hat made Klein think of himself for no reason, and his brows frowned again and again.

  "Is this what you were holding in your hand?"

  Klein had recalled that when he crawled out of the grave just now, the other party did hold two pieces of light yellow paper in his hand, but he put them away quickly.

  "Very vivid, isn't it?"

  Renekton raised his eyebrows, his face full of smiles that he couldn't hide.

  Klein was somewhat speechless, and the words that came to his lips turned into an exclamation:

  "Your hobby is really unique!"

  Under Klein's eyes, Renekton took the crow Anu into the spirit world and returned to the room across the street.

  "The tiring day is finally over!"

  He stretched his waist and sighed, Renekton went to the bathroom on the second floor, washed up simply, and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

  When he woke up the next day, it was almost noon.

  He went out to buy two lunches and packed them back. Renekton sat in the restaurant and ate the freshly grilled lamb chops and the wine made by Bugs Bunny.

  Crow Anu and Bugs Bunny sat directly at the dining table and ate their own food.

  Renekton's spiritual intuition was touched at this time, and a book that looked like it was made of gold fell out of the spirit world.

  A crack like a mouth appeared on the cover of the golden version:

  "My dear master! The extraordinary properties you need have been completely extracted. The great and supreme Mr. Huang asked me to tell you to take them away as soon as possible and not to create any strange items, especially some strange side effects."

  Renekton raised his eyebrows. He always felt that the book deliberately ran out when he was eating.

  He didn't pay attention to the words behind it, and asked with a little doubt:

  "Do you respect Mr. Huang so much?"

  "Of course, I respect every knowledgeable scholar, especially the other party is a wise angel."

  The messenger kept shaking the body of the book and said.

  "My dear master, please allow me to sing praises to my Lord here for a while. I can't help but chant the glory of my Lord every day!"

  The messenger didn't wait for Renekton's answer, and began to sing praises to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

  Renekton skillfully used a spell to temporarily block his hearing. Crow and Bugs Bunny quickly left the restaurant with their food.

  For a moment, the whole room was filled with the sound of the messenger singing praises to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

  Renekton ate the food on the plate while complaining in his heart:

  "Why are most of the side effects of the Sun Path praising the Sun? How much does the Eternal Sun love to sing, and he also likes to listen to others sing! And it's so ugly!"

  "No wonder Knowledge, Storm and Sun are hostile to each other. In addition to the reasons of their own paths, I feel that their relationship should be quite bad."

  After silently finishing the lunch on the plate and drinking the last sip of wine in the glass, Renekton sat in a chair and waited for a while. The messenger finally completed today's singing task and returned to the spirit world.

  Renekton sighed helplessly. He already understood why Mr. Huang thought this book that always sang praises to the God of Knowledge was too noisy.

  If it was not his messenger, Renekton would not be able to help throwing it back to the spirit world when it sang praises to the God of Knowledge.

  After cleaning up the table, Renekton returned to the study on the second floor. He

  quickly took out the materials and arranged the ritual of storing and retrieving items from the library, and took out the characteristics that were gradually extracted from the demon badge and the conspirator's characteristics.

  Renekton held a red object similar to a heart in his hand. The "heart" slowly expanded and contracted, with tiny flames gushing out of the small holes on the surface.

  "It's a creature that is mainly fire, but unfortunately I don't have enough materials, otherwise I really want to mold a phoenix. However, for a phoenix, it must have characteristics above sequence 4 to have enough status." Chapter 136 Balrog

  He skillfully picked up the paper and pen on the side and wrote a new story on the desk:

  Balrog: It is a humanoid creature made of flames. Its core is a ball of flame that never goes out and beats like a heart. It can promote its own growth and evolution by igniting objects or assimilating other flames.

  It has a strong learning ability and will become more cunning and powerful as it grows.

  Arson and killing are its most primitive instincts.

  A short story was quickly written. He skillfully used clay mixed with many materials to mold a heart wrapped in flames.

  He mixed the characteristics of demons, arsonists and conspirators into a potion like boiling magma and poured it on the molded clay image.

  Quickly taking out the materials and setting up the ritual to pray to the hidden sage, Renekton stepped back and began to recite the prayer:

  "The sage who sees through the world, the eyes that peek into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

  "I pray to you;"

  "I pray to you, pray for the power of knowledge"

  "I pray that you will give the power of substance to abstract knowledge."

  As the prayer spell was finished, the sound of the wind exploded in the room, and the candlelight was stained with a layer of hazy purple light, swaying. The whole room became dim.

  Renekton picked up the ritual dagger, cut a wound on his palm, and dripped blood onto the parchment and clay figurine on the ground.

  A pair of cold and indifferent eyes without eyelashes, containing countless bright stars, appeared in the swaying candlelight.

  The parchment and clay figurine on the ground began to disintegrate rapidly, turning into streams of information. Then it was condensed into an illusory ball of light.

  This illusory ball of light continued to expand and contract for about two minutes, and then condensed into a red heart wrapped in layers of flames.

  The strange vision in the room dissipated, and Renekton bent down to pick up the figurine on the ground. The moment he touched it, he felt a burning sensation. When the newly completed Balrog figurine was held in his hand, Renekton also felt that the heart was beating.

  "Its activity is much stronger than the previous plague doctor and unicorn figurines. Is it because I added relevant descriptions when writing the story?"

  Renekton whispered.

  Then he closed his eyes and did a quick divination, and got the general information of the Balrog figurine:

  in addition to providing enough spirituality, it also requires combustibles or blazing fire nearby.

  Balrog has a strong control over flames and can grow by devouring flames. The more fiercely the flames burn, the more powerful and cunning it is.

  It can use high-temperature and high-pressure air and the sound of flames to speak demonic words from the abyss, which are full of filthy and corrupt meanings.

  Although the Balrog will have good intelligence after growing to a certain extent, the desire for arson and killing is still its most primitive instinct. It will ignite all combustibles it sees within its field of vision.

  "After growing to a certain extent, its destructive power can even reach the level of Sequence Five Beyonders who are good at attacking, but its own defects are also obvious and it is easy to be targeted."

  "Another problematic item. The negative effects of the Balrog are no less than those of the Plague Doctor and the Unicorn. Using it basically guarantees a fire."

  "Forget it, it can't be much better after adding the characteristics of the devil, and this characteristic is still quite useful when causing damage."

  Renekton held the heart-like figurine wrapped in layers of flames in his hand and muttered to himself for a while, preparing to find a lucky gangster to test the strength of the Balrog.

  Renekton casually threw a gold coin onto the map of Backlund City spread out on the desk. When the gold coin completely calmed down, Renekton walked over and picked up the gold coin:

  "Jowood District?"

  "It's not the East District or the Dock District?"

  Renekton sighed in surprise.

  After sorting out the remaining ritual materials in the room, Rekton put on his coat and set off for the Cherwood District.

  In order to better observe the environment, Rekton did not even use the spirit world to travel, but took a rented carriage to the Cherwood District, and then changed to different carriages to wander around the area for a few rounds.

  He did not find any clues about the gang he was looking for, but Rekton saw Klein, who had average makeup skills, no, it should be detective Sherlock Moriarty.

  He and a man who was about thirty years old, wearing a thick coat, a half-top hat and two beautiful mustaches, walked into a building with no sign, but a golden rose at the door.

  "Is this a brothel?"

  "A picture worth taking a picture of."

  Rekton whispered to himself in the carriage.

  "Stop here!"

  After greeting the coachman, Rekton paid a fare and walked towards the golden rose in front of him under the coachman's slightly envious eyes.

  However, Rekton did not go in, but turned to the shop next door and bought some drawing paper.     Renekton walked towards the Golden Rose again. He was going to see what Klein was doing inside and whether there were any scenes suitable for recording. These are all precious sources of humanity in the future!

  Renekton, who was about to approach the Golden Rose, noticed a rented carriage not far away. Although the carriage was not very eye-catching on the street, Renekton saw an old gentleman sitting in the carriage through the eyes of the Secret Eye.

  The other party seemed to have noticed Renekton's gaze and looked at this side with a serious look across the carriage.

  "Interesting, Reader's Path? Is it the Great Detective Isengard Stanton?"

  Renekton quickly associated the other party's identity, mainly because in the entire Loen, the Extraordinary Reader's Path is quite rare. Every reader is not well received by the Storm Church.

  Renekton smiled slightly and walked towards the other party's carriage. As soon as he approached the other party's carriage, the Great Detective Isengard Stanton had already walked out of the carriage.

  "Hello, is this the Great Detective Isengard Stanton?"

  Renekton greeted the other party naturally.

  Isengard Stanton was silent for a moment, and then he looked at Renekton warily for a while before he spoke:

  "I am, may I ask who you are?"

  "Al Tynes, a scholar who is traveling around, just happened to come to Backlund recently."

  Renekton reported his fake identity very skillfully.

  "The arsonist with a bounty of 5,000 pounds on the Future? You actually came to Backlund?"

  Isengard Stanton was quite surprised to tell Renekton's identity at sea.

  "I have been in Backlund for so long, and you are the first one to recognize my identity at sea! You are worthy of being a great detective, even paying attention to the news at sea."

  Renekton was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this great detective actually had a certain understanding of the news at sea.

  "Paying attention to various news is the professional quality of a detective, but you came to Backlund without any disguise. Aren't you afraid of attracting the attention of the Storm Church?"

  Isengard Stanton responded politely, and then brought the topic to the Storm Church, trying to use the Storm Church to arouse the fear of this pirate who was bountied at sea.

  "I saw you just now, so I came to see you. There aren't many people from the Church of Knowledge in Backlund, and it's usually hard to find anyone to ask for information."

  "Do you know which gangs are more active nearby?"

  Renekton didn't continue to stand outside the carriage and ask Isengard Stanton questions. He walked forward a few steps quickly, entered the carriage, and found a seat to sit down.

  As for Isengard Stanton's assistant and the driver of the carriage, they had fallen asleep quietly.

  "Aren't you a pirate under Admiral Xing? What's your relationship with the Church of Knowledge?"

  Isengard Stanton didn't stop Renekton from entering the carriage. The other party's gaze just now made him feel a strong sense of crisis. He was sure that this young man was a Beyonder with a higher sequence than himself.

  Renekton naturally performed a standard etiquette of the Church of Knowledge and drew the pattern of the Eye of All-Seeing on his chest:

  "May wisdom be with you!"

  "May wisdom be with you!"

  Isengard Stanton also saluted with a serious expression.

  "Do you know which gangs are more active nearby?"

  Renekton asked again.

  "In Backlund, all the well-established gangs have their own forces behind them. Some of them are official, some are foreign, and some are cult organizations."

  "If you go too far, it will easily attract the attention of the Loen officials and the forces behind the gangs. In Backlund, there are many powerful Beyonders hiding among the crowd."

  Isengard Stanton did not tell Renekton the answer directly, but first explained the composition of the Backlund gangs. Renekton

  fully understood Isengard Stanton's concerns, and nodded slightly while explaining:

  "I won't do anything too eye-catching. It's just that there happens to be a magical item that needs to be tested. I want to find a lucky gangster to test it and make some extra income."

  Isengard Stanton's eyebrows twitched slightly. Are all the young people in the Church of Knowledge so unreliable now?

  Although he was somewhat helpless that the other party did not listen to his advice, Isengard Stanton still told Renekton all the information he knew about the gangs in Backlund, and even explained that those gangs were easier to deal with and would not easily attract the attention of the authorities., Chapter 137 Great Detective Isengard Stanton

  "Thank you for your help! The information you provided is much better than me relying on divination to randomly look for the lucky person on the map."

  "I originally thought that the hint I got from the divination pointed to the Golden Rose, but now it seems that it should be pointed to you, the great detective."

  Renekton was very satisfied with the information he got from Isengard Stanton.

  "Divination? Are you a prophet?"

  Isengard Stanton looked at Renekton with surprise in his eyes.

  The reader path is not good at divination, but he knows that there is a sequence in this path called the prophet. From this name, it can be seen that readers at this stage will become good at divination and prophecy.

  "No, I am still a mystic instructor, but I have mastered some related mystical knowledge, so I am better at divination."

  Renekton casually found a reason to explain. He didn't expect that just mentioning divination would make the other party think so much.

  It can only be said that he is worthy of being a famous detective. In terms of using the abilities of the guardian of knowledge at this stage, the other party is much better than himself.

  Isengard Stanton knew the name of the Mystic Mentor, which was the Sequence 5 of the Reader's Path. At the same time, he looked at Renekton with some expectation:

  "I wonder if you know the formula of the scholar's potion?"

  "Scholar? Although I know, I don't have the right to sell the corresponding potion formula. You can wait for a while. I will give you the answer after asking."

  Renekton did not give a direct answer. When Mr. Huang told him the formula of the scholar's potion, he did not think that he would encounter such a situation.

  However, Renekton thought it should not be a big problem. Isengard Stanton was originally a member of the Church of Knowledge. With his qualifications and achievements in Backlund, it should not be a problem to obtain a copy of the scholar's potion formula.

  "Okay!"

  Isengard Stanton was not surprised by Renekton's answer, and later told Renekton his address, and he could contact him once there was news.

  After negotiating with Isengard Stanton, Renekton directly stepped into the spirit world and left the neighborhood.

  Isengard Stanton's assistant and the carriage driver woke up faintly, thinking that they had just taken a nap because of sleepiness. They woke up quickly and didn't know that some time had passed.

  After getting the promise from Renekton that he would help him ask the scholar for the formula, Detective Isengard Stanton felt much better, and his thoughts, which were originally a little annoyed by the serial murder case, became much clearer.

  Then, seeing two reporters and detectives who had entered the Golden Rose to investigate the case like himself, came out, Isengard Stanton immediately asked the coachman to drive and approached the detective in the rented carriage.

  After leaving the Cherwood District, Renekton traveled through the spirit world to the more chaotic dock area.

  In the gang information provided by Isengard Stanton, there is a Raven Gang that is supported by a suspected pirate force.

  In addition to collecting protection fees in the nearby area and having its own black industry, the Raven Gang also does the work of smuggling goods. It is considered one of the larger gangs in Backlund.

  Although it is unknown which pirate general or pirate king's subordinate force this is, Renekton can be sure that this Raven Gang has nothing to do with the Future. It is the kind that can be attacked.

  In the afternoon at the dock area, many workers were loading and unloading and carrying goods. Renekton randomly found a nearby bar, ordered a barbecue and dark beer in it, and listened quietly to the conversations of the guests in the bar.

  "It's a bit early. It's not time for everyone to relax and rest yet."

  There were not many people in the bar, and there was no useful information.

  After eating barbecue and dark beer, Renekton left the bar and wandered around the dock area, memorizing the layout here.

  When the sun set, the dim gas street lights were lit, and the workers finished their work for the day one after another and left the dock area in a hurry.

  There were also many people pouring into the surrounding taverns, casinos, brothels and other places. Compared with the busy daytime, it is now more lively.

  Renekton casually threw a branch broken from the roadside, and under the guidance of divination, he came to a very lively dance hall.

  "The mafia's business is really extensive!"

  Renekton sighed as he looked at the bustling dance hall.

  Then he stepped into a shadow that was not illuminated by the street lamp, and under the shadow, he entered the spirit world.

  The next moment, the figure emerged again, and he had already arrived at a room on the third floor of the dance hall.

  "Hmm~" "Ah~"

  The frustrated female moans came into his ears, and Renekton was stunned for a moment.

  On the big bed in front of him, a naked man and woman were selflessly engaged in the great cause of human reproduction, and they didn't notice that there was an extra person in the room.

  Renekton took a look at the slightly fat middle-aged man and the blonde lady who was pressed under him.

  Both of them were just ordinary people, and Renekton was very moral and didn't say anything to interrupt their reproduction. Slowing down his pace, he walked lightly to the door of the room.

  The door was wide open, and Renekton raised his eyebrows. The hobby of the middle-aged man in the room seemed very special, and he even left the door open for people to watch. It was not like Rune's style at all. Renekton thought that the two people in the room should be from Intis.

  Renekton stopped his thoughts and walked out. The middle-aged man in the room made a low, satisfied sound, and then the room became quiet.

  In order to leave enough reaction time for the person in charge of the dance hall downstairs, Renekton deliberately found a seat at the back.     He took out the Flame Demon figurine he carried with him and poured nearly a third of his spiritual energy into it. A ball of fire instantly burst out of the figurine, and the flame seemed to come alive, jumping out of Renekton's palm and landing on the ground not far away.

  "What are you doing?"

  A question came from the other side of the corridor.

  A man in loose casual clothes looked at Renekton with some vigilance and quickly approached this side.

  Renekton looked over and saw that the other party's etheric body was emitting a white light that enveloped the whole body, covering the light of the mental body and the astral body.

  "A Beyonder, not of high sequence, Sequence Nine who is good at melee combat, most likely a warrior or a sailor."

  Renekton only glanced at the other party, and the relevant information had already emerged in his mind, and he had completed a review.

  "Paralysis!" He stood up and recited a word in ancient Hermetic language.

  A light green light slipped out of Renekton's hand, as if it had been predicted, and hit the other party at the same time as the Beyonder on the opposite side dodged.

  The body was paralyzed in mid-air, and the body of this extraordinary person followed inertia and crashed into the stairs leading to the second floor.

  The movement here quickly attracted the attention of others. Renekton did not waste time and quickly imitated the ability of the arsonist.

  He pressed his hands on the ground, using the earth as a medium and himself as a source to create two fire snakes that quickly jumped outward. The blazing flames burned around and formed a burning wall.

  Renekton stood up and clapped his palms twice, then took a step back and entered the spirit world, and then his figure emerged on the roof opposite.

  Renekton, who reappeared, stretched out his hand and dragged it in the void in front of him. The shadows around him were dragged by Renekton as if they were real, covering him. Renekton's figure was completely blocked.

  The fire on the third floor of the dance hall began to spread rapidly. When the people around discovered the abnormality and rushed over, they only saw a human figure condensed by flames walking out of the blazing wall of flames.

  As it waved its arms, the surrounding flames seemed to come alive and quickly spread around me.

  "There's a monster!"

  "Help!"

  "Quick! Put out the fire!"

  "It's on fire!" "It's on fire!"

  The crowd on the third floor was in chaos the moment the Flame Demon appeared. Some of them shouted for help, not caring that they were in disarray, and ran downstairs.

  Another part began to run quickly to inform others.

  Only two men wearing long windbreakers, with dark brown skin and fierce faces, looked at each other. Then they turned their eyes to the Flame Demon in front of them, with a serious look.

  "Huh!"

  The man standing on the left suddenly threw a short knife.

  Before the short knife got close, it was hit away by a long whip of fire. Then the blazing flames behind the Flame Demon seemed to have exploded, and the flames suddenly rushed to the position of the two people in front.

  The roar caused by the rapid burning of the flames and the compressed air was like the whisper of a demon, which slowed their thinking for a while.

  When the two extraordinary people came to their senses, they were already wrapped in flames. The scorching flames burned every inch of their skin. Some flames turned into chains and wrapped around them, making it difficult for the two to move.

  "Ah!" "Save me!" "Woo~".

  The two extraordinary people wanted to call for help, but as soon as they opened their mouths, the flames poured into their mouths like seawater.

  The two twisted and struggled under the burning flames, but they could not move a step. A human figure that seemed to be made of flames stood aside, wantonly controlling the flames to sweep across the floor.

  This was the scene that Turner, the person in charge of this dance hall and the boss of the Raven Gang, saw when he arrived.

  "Damn it! Who are you! How dare you make trouble on the territory of my Raven Gang!"

  Turner clenched his right hand into a fist, and his eyes were red because of congestion.

  This building is not only a dance hall, but also the base camp of their Raven Gang. This fire monster setting fire here is not only a slap in the face of the Raven Gang, but also causes huge economic losses to them.

  Adjusting his own breathing rhythm, Turner vigilantly observed the fire monster opposite. He suspected that the person opposite was an out-of-control arsonist.

  Turna pulled out two animal-tooth daggers from his back, and quickly approached the fire demon in front of him.

  A pale blue spiritual light flashed, and the animal-tooth dagger in Turna's hand was quickly covered with a layer of pale blue fluorescence. A water column about two or three meters long and as thick as a wrist quickly condensed into shape.

  Turna waved the animal-tooth dagger, and the two water columns hit the fire demon's body made of flames like a long whip.

  The sound of "sizzling~" of water vapor being evaporated was heard.

  The flames on the fire demon's body that were extinguished by the water whip were quickly replenished from the surroundings. At the same time, he made a roaring movement, and the surrounding flames suddenly exploded. Chapter 138 The Battle and Ending of the Fire Demon

  The high temperature and high pressure air and the roar of the flames caused by the surrounding flames formed an invisible whisper that kept echoing in the corridor.

  Turner felt that his movements were instantly stiff and even stagnant.

  Fortunately, this state did not last too long. It took only one or two breaths for him to return to normal.

  Turner took the animal tooth short knife and gently scratched his arm. No blood flowed out, only a layer of phantom scales hidden under the skin quickly spread from the wound to the whole body. The high temperature brought by the surrounding flames was slightly isolated.

  Turner's bloodshot eyes stared at the Fire Demon who was hiding his body in the flames. The anger in his body was constantly turning into his own strength.

  The next moment, Turner crossed the barrier of the flames with a nearly teleporting posture and appeared beside the Fire Demon.

  The animal tooth short knife in his hand lightly scratched the Fire Demon's neck and cut it off. The sound of water vapor evaporation was heard, but no water vapor came out. The water vapor evaporated completely the moment it appeared.

  A huge sense of crisis came over him, and Turner only had time to take a step back. The next moment, the beheaded Balrog exploded instantly like a ignited explosive.

  The flames swept across the entire corridor, and Turner's body was blown away in the flames, smashing the fragile wall that had been burned by the flames, and fell into the room that was already surrounded by flames.

  "Cough! Cough!"

  Turner rolled on the ground twice with difficulty before he stopped and got up from the ground. He felt that the phantom scales on his body brought by the animal tooth dagger had been completely shattered, and his skin had been burned by the high temperature.

  "What kind of monster is this!"

  He grumbled in a low voice with gritted teeth.

  In the corridor, a heart wrapped in layers of flames kept beating, and the surrounding flames were absorbed.

  Light blue flames burst out from the heart, quickly devouring the surrounding flames, and reorganized into a new flame body.

  The light blue flames retracted into the heart as if it had life, and the human-shaped body outlined by the blazing red flames stepped into the room where Turner was.

  The flames that were burning in the room suddenly became more vigorous, and the flames kept swaying, as if welcoming their king.

  Two water whips were like flexible water snakes, flying in the air, constantly hitting the body of the Fire Demon.

  The Fire Demon stretched out his arms made of flames, swung them in the air a few times, and quickly stretched them into a red whip covered with a layer of orange-red flames.

  The water whips stimulated by the flame whips and the beast tooth short knife stirred in the air, and the room was instantly filled with water vapor and smoke.

  Standing on the roof opposite, watching this scene through the Secret Eye, Renekton couldn't help but smack his lips and exclaimed:

  "What a powerful learning ability, its combat wisdom is no less than that of ordinary extraordinary people."

  Whether it was the Fire Demon's previous self-destruction of his body, or now learning to use the flame condensed into a long whip, it showed that it had extraordinary wisdom and learning ability.

  "What do you want to do?"

  "This is the port area. The church of the Storm Church is very close to here. Even if you can beat me, can you beat the Mandated Punisher who is coming soon?"

  The ring inlaid with amethyst on the index finger of Turner's left hand exuded a strange brilliance under the reflection of the surrounding firelight, which was very tempting.

  The movement of the Balrog was slightly slow, and its thoughts were affected.

  The next moment, two messy water whips blew up one of the Balrog's arms.

  The flames that had spread to the second floor and even the first floor began to explode. The sound of the blazing flames turned into an illusory muttering in the minds of the people around.

  Everyone within the range of the flames felt dizzy and their minds stagnated. Some people began to have a dark and sticky liquid on their bodies. It was as if their hearts were pinched by a hand. They were very uncomfortable and almost unable to breathe.

  "Bang!" Turner, the main target affected, couldn't even hold the animal tooth dagger in his hand.

  The next moment, countless flames burst out, like solid chains, enveloping Turner.

  The flames burned almost white, and continued to burn for nearly two minutes. Turner, who was tightly wrapped in the middle, had long been unable to struggle.

  Seeing this scene, Renekton, who was covered by a thick shadow, took a step forward and walked into the room where Turner and the Balrog were fighting.

  A ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in the palm of his right hand, and sprinkled out one after another brilliant light, covering the area around the Balrog, forcing the Balrog who wanted to continue arson to return to the state of a figurine.

  Picking up the Balrog figurine on the ground, Renekton felt the heart in the figurine beat more vigorously.

  The sound of "Woo~" sounded, mixed with rain and swept in.

  Renekton looked outside and saw the Punisher of the Storm Church riding the strong wind.

  "Wind-loving? Did this attract the attention of a senior deacon?"

  Renekton murmured, and then walked to Turna's charred body, picked up a ring inlaid with amethyst and two animal tooth daggers on the ground, and then stepped into the spirit world and disappeared into the room.

  Less than half a minute after Renekton left, a strong wind carrying sea water blew into the room and put out most of the fire.     A senior deacon of the Substitute Punisher, wearing the robes of a Storm Church priest, stood beside Turner's charred body, his face so gloomy that ink could drip out.

  "Arsonist? There's also a demonic aura that seems to be there!"

  "Humph! The rats of Backlund are getting more and more arrogant! Sooner or later, I will throw all these guys into the sea to feed the fish!"

  The senior deacon of the Substitute Punisher, wearing a head of dark green hair like algae, spoke a few words to the charred body in front of him in a low voice with anger in his tone that seemed to explode at any time.

  Then he manipulated the surrounding wind and water to put out the fire in the building, and then drove away with the strong wind.

  Renekton, who stepped into the spirit world and left, did not leave too far, but found a dark corner to walk out of the spirit world and merge into the crowd watching the excitement around him.

  Seeing that the fire was quickly put out by the strong wind carrying water vapor, Renekton turned around and left. He found a tavern with fewer people nearby and prepared to go in for a drink and see what impact this incident would bring.

  As soon as he entered the tavern, Renekton's spiritual sense was triggered. This tavern seemed to be covered by a discordant influence.

  Renekton paused his steps forward, and a barely perceptible purple light flashed through his eyes covered by glasses.

  The always useful Eye of Secrets did not see anything abnormal, but the subtle feeling in Renekton's heart did not dissipate.

  Retracting his foot forward, Renekton prepared to leave the tavern.

  The abnormality that could conceal the Eye of Secrets was not a simple thing.

  "Since you are here, why don't you have a drink before leaving?"

  The sailor-dressed man who entered the tavern behind Renekton said casually, and then walked past Renekton to the counter of the tavern.

  The unconscious words of the sailor who came in after Renekton made Renekton feel that his fate was touched.

  Renekton had a feeling that if he didn't have a drink before leaving, bad luck would befall him.

  Hesitating for a while, Renekton walked to the counter of the tavern again, asked the waiter for a glass of rum, and sat down in a corner with fewer people.

  There was only an old man wearing a dark grey robe and with white hair and beard eating a freshly grilled lamb chop with relish.

  "I thought you would be scared and leave this tavern!"

  "If that's the case, I will have to leave a mark on you so that I can find you later."

  The old man said to himself while eating the lamb chop on the plate.

  Renekton paused for a moment. He just found a seat and won the prize? I always feel that today's luck is a bit strange.

  Renekton politely greeted the old man next to him who didn't know the depth of the situation:

  "Old man, do you want to see me?"

  "I don't know who I'm looking for, but you're sitting here, which means that the person I'm looking for is you."

  The old man said something ambiguous without even looking up.

  Renekton was stunned for a moment. The tone of the old man made him suspect that the other party was an extraordinary person of the destiny path. Only those guys who follow orders all day long would be so mysterious.

  After roughly guessing the other party's identity, Renekton asked curiously:

  "Old man, what do you want to talk to me about? Or what are you looking for?"

  "An opportunity, an opportunity to advance to Sequence 3."

  "I have been waiting for this opportunity for seventy years, a full seventy years, and even I thought that I would never be able to continue to advance in this life, but not long ago, I finally felt the call of fate again!"

  The old man put down the lamb chops in his hand and turned to look at Renekton. His eyes were like a child seeing a favorite toy, full of hope and desire.

  "Uh."

  Renekton was stunned for a moment. The Beyonder of the Destiny Path asked him for an opportunity to advance to Sequence 3? In other words, the old man in front of him with white hair and beard was a Sequence 4 Doom Mage.

  "I don't know much about the Destiny Path."

  Renekton wanted to reject the other party tactfully, but he didn't dare to say it too firmly. It's better to be careful with a demigod of the Destiny Path. Renekton didn't want to become an unlucky guy who might choke to death even if he drank a sip of water.  Chapter 139 The Doom Mage of the Life School

  "Fate has led me to meet you, so the opportunity for me to be promoted to a Chaos Walker must be with you. It hasn't appeared yet, but the time has not come yet."

  "I have been waiting for seventy years, and I don't mind waiting for a while."

  This doom mage who has been waiting for the opportunity to be promoted for seventy years is much more rational than Rekton expected.

  Originally, Rekton was worried that after he said that he didn't know the other party's opportunity for promotion, the other party would not be able to control his emotions.

  "Fate has led me to meet you!"

  Rekton repeated, and the words of the old man next to him made Rekton subconsciously recall everything that happened today.

  From throwing gold coins for divination, meeting the great detective Isengard Stanton in the Cherwood District, getting information from him, and then coming to the dock area to find the Raven Gang to test the ability of the Balrog, to finally entering this tavern.

  All of this development is very reasonable and coincidental.

  "I had some unpleasant experiences in that dance hall, so I gave the other party some bad luck."

  The old man with white hair and beard next to him said with feeling.

  "So that's why I happened to find the Raven Gang at this time?"

  "For this reason, you'd better throw away the ring inlaid with amethyst. The unfortunate instigator encountered some unimaginable misfortunes before his death."

  "There are also certain residues on the ring. You were affected by the misfortune on it and walked into this tavern."

  The old man glanced at Renekton's right pocket where the ring was kept, and reminded him lightly.

  Renekton was silent for a moment. The development of this matter was completely linked to one another, even more outrageous and reasonable than the writer's script. In the end, he only sighed:

  "Destiny is really a wonderful thing!"

  Renekton took out the ring from his pocket, put it on the table in front of the old man and said:

  "Old sir, what should I do with this ring?"

  The old man picked up the ring inlaid with amethyst and looked at it for a moment, then handed it back to Renekton:

  "I have suppressed the bad luck on it to a certain extent. You can try to pray to the great existence that holds the authority of the realm of destiny, and peel off the bad luck in it and make it into a spell."

  "Or crush it and recover the characteristics of the instigator."

  Renekton took the amethyst ring and nodded slightly. The first person Renekton thought of as the great existence that holds the authority of the realm of destiny was Klein, who could mobilize the original castle to respond to his prayers.

  "Well, go to Klein tomorrow to ask, this operation should be feasible."

  Renekton quickly made up his mind.

  Then he looked at the old man next to him. After waiting for the opportunity for seventy years, the other party would definitely not let him leave so easily.

  "My name is Destiny Is, and I used to be a member of the Fate Council of the Life School. However, I later left them after I found that my destiny was not in the Life School."

  "I will stay by your side for a while, waiting for the opportunity guided by destiny to come."

  "I have a feeling that this opportunity will come soon!"

  Destiny Is briefly introduced his identity. When he talked about the opportunity he was waiting for, his tone became obviously excited.

  Renekton nodded in understanding. Seventy years was already half of his life.

  After a little thought, Renekton asked the other party about the information of the original moon. There are some believers in the Life School who worship the original moon. As a former member of the Fate Council, Destiny also has a considerable understanding of the original moon.

  "Primordial Moon? Something went wrong with Him, or He Himself has a problem."

  "I once speculated that Primordial Moon was the incarnation of Lilith, the former ancestor of the blood race, but later I denied this speculation."

  "He has been influencing the Mother and Moon paths, either overtly or covertly, forging false oracles to influence the extraordinary people of these two paths."

  When he said this, Destiny narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was very afraid of the Primordial Moon Evil God.

  "But recently, Primordial Moon has undergone a great change. His oracles have a strong sense of separation, as if..."

  "As if the oracles were issued by two completely different beings!"

  Renekton continued what Destiny had not finished.

  Destiny looked at Renekton in surprise, nodded slightly and said:

  "Yes, I even suspect that Primordial Moon is not an evil god, but the incarnation of two or even more evil gods to exert influence on the two paths of Mother and Moon."

  Renekton nodded slightly with a serious face, which basically matched his speculation. The Primordial Moon vest is now the Fallen Mother Goddess and the Mother Tree of Desire are mutually supporting each other.

  Thinking about the situation of the original moon, Renekton's thoughts soon drifted to the Mother Earth:     "Lilith should also want to take back the characteristics of the goddess of beauty. If she can control this part of the mother nest that was torn off on the earth, it would be wonderful."

  After talking with Destiny, Renekton took him back to Minsk Street in a carriage.

  Although the former member of the School of Life did not show any malice, Renekton was still wary of him as a strange demigod and did not directly drag him to the spirit world.

  After returning to Minsk Street, Renekton reminded him:

  "I don't have any extra bedrooms in my house. You need to find a place to live by yourself."

  Renekton was telling the truth. The vacant rooms in the house were converted into storage rooms by Renekton, and there was also Bugs Bunny's laboratory. There were no extra rooms.

  Destiny waved her hand nonchalantly:

  "It doesn't matter, there will be a room!"

  Under Renekton's not quite understanding eyes, Destiny walked to the house next to Renekton and knocked on the door twice.

  Soon the owner of the house came to open the door. He was a man in his thirties who looked a little tired. He looked at the old man with white hair and beard in front of the door and said impatiently:

  "Old sir, what can I do for you?"

  "Excuse me, are you planning to rent this house for a while? I'm looking for a house that can be rented for a short period of time, about a month. You know, it's a bit hard to find."

  Destiny didn't care about the other party's attitude and asked politely.

  Renekton witnessed the owner's expression change from impatience to surprise, and then to surprise. The impatient look on his face instantly changed into a decent smile:

  "Old man, you asked just the right question. Because of some changes in my work, I will be leaving Backlund for a month. I am worried about what to do with the house I rented. After all, I have to come back in a month."

  "If you are satisfied, we will find a lawyer to draft a contract tomorrow morning. I will leave Backlund before noon tomorrow. As long as you are satisfied with the house and the price, and promise not to maliciously damage the house and the furniture inside."

  "I have no objection."

  Destiny and the owner of the house reached a deal at an incredible speed, and the owner of the house also allowed the owner to move in tonight. There are still vacant bedrooms in the house, and he can choose any one he wants.

  "Is this the luck of fate? It's not much different from making your wish come true!"

  Renekton sighed, and returned to his house after Destiny found a place to live.

  The next morning, Renekton had just gone downstairs and sat in the restaurant to eat the breakfast prepared by Bugs Bunny, when the door was knocked.

  Anu the crow directed a spirit to open the door.

  The scene in the hall changed to a scene where the plush carpet on the floor had depressions one after another, extending to the door. The door handle turned by itself without anyone around, and the door opened with a "creak".

  "This scene is very suitable for a horror movie."

  Klein, who was standing outside the door, complained, and then stepped into the living room.

  When he knocked on the door just now, the scene in the room naturally appeared in his mind. The scenes of the horror movies he had seen before also appeared in Klein's mind at the same time, and he naturally stepped back.

  "This is no longer Earth, and I am already a Beyonder."

  Klein muttered to himself, adjusted his state, and waited for the invisible spirit in the room to open the door for him.

  Klein walked to the dining room and dragged a chair to sit down.

  Bugs Bunny quickly held a bunch of fruits and bread and placed them in front of Klein.

  "Thank you! I have already had breakfast."

  Klein politely thanked Bugs Bunny. Then he turned his head and looked at Renekton and said:

  "Bugs Bunny is such a good helper. Seeing me, I want to keep an extraordinary creature by my side."

  "Raise it! I just gained an assassin's trait some time ago. Do you want it?"

  Renekton suggested enthusiastically.

  Klein looked at Renekton with a strange expression, as if he wanted to say something but stopped:

  "Be a human being! You can even say something like giving an animal an assassin's potion!"

  The knock on the door sounded again, interrupting Renekton's words of trying to sell the assassin's potion.

  At Renekton's signal, the crow Anu commanded the spirit to open the door. An old man in a dark gray robe with white hair and beard closed his eyes and walked into the house.

  "Destiny has given me a revelation that it is not appropriate to open my eyes today."

  Destiny closed his eyes, walked to the restaurant calmly, found a chair to sit down, and explained.  Chapter 140 Father Utravsky

  Renekton glanced back and forth between Klein and Destiny with a strange look in his eyes. He felt that fate was like a super nanny, worrying about these careless children in the fate path.

  Klein couldn't stand being scanned by Renekton's eyes, and couldn't help but say:

  "Why are you looking at me?"

  "I want to ask you for a favor."

  Rexxar said, and took out a small iron box isolated by a spiritual wall from his pocket. Inside was one of the trophies obtained from Turner of the Raven Gang yesterday, the amethyst ring.

  Renekton explained to Klein what Destiny said yesterday, and then added:

  "I hope to get the help of Mr. Fool to strip the bad luck from this ring and make it into a spell."

  "I think it's more appropriate for you to ask for this kind of thing."

  "The Fool?"

  Destiny repeated, then looked at Renekton and asked with some doubt:

  "Zaratul? Or Antigonus?"

  "Neither!"

  Although Destiny closed his eyes, Renekton subconsciously shook his head.

  Klein, who was sitting on Renekton's left, was stunned for a moment, as if the title of the Fool had other meanings, and then turned his head and cast a puzzled look at Renekton.

  "The Fool is the name of the Sequence 0 of the Fortune Teller Pathway. Zaratul and Antigonus are both strong candidates for this position."

  Renekton explained to Klein.

  Renekton suddenly mentioned the Fool in front of Destiny just to bring the topic to this direction.

  Compared to telling Klein all kinds of information all at once, Renekton prefers this method of letting Klein discover it himself and ask questions, and then answering them.

  Renekton felt that this should be a problem that every reader of the Beyonder Path has.

  However, when it comes to Sequence 0, Renekton simply continued to popularize the relevant knowledge to Klein:

  "The main material of the Sequence 0 potion is three copies of the Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 1, and their uniqueness."

  "So, when a path has Sequence 0, there can be no Sequence 1, well, except for some special paths, such as the audience."

  "Why is the audience an exception?"

  Klein asked.

  "Do you know the description of the Dragon of Imagination? The objects He imagines will surely materialize, the kingdom He imagines will surely descend into the material world, and the future He proclaims will surely be staged and become a reality."

  "The Visionary can separate two copies of the Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 1 and replace them with the corresponding characteristics imagined. Therefore, when the Audience Path already has a Sequence 0 True God, it can still have up to two Sequence 1s."

  Renekton explained the special features of the Visionary in detail.

  After hearing the description of the Visionary, Destiny couldn't help but sigh:

  "No wonder the Visionary Dragon and the Nightmare Dragon existed at the same time in history. This is actually the case!"

  Then his tone became more serious, and he warned Renekton and Klein:

  "The words just now let me glimpse a glimpse of fate. The Visionary Dragon and the Nightmare Dragon we just talked about will intersect with your fate."

  Renekton nodded slightly, not really caring about this issue. He had already been arranged by the 0-08 script.

  Klein didn't know much about this aspect and wanted to ask more, but Destiny didn't say anything more.

  The information received in just a few minutes made Klein's mood today all down, and he didn't get up at all.

  Especially the information about the Fool, Klein was wondering if the gray fog corresponded to the so-called uniqueness.

  "If that's the case, then my experiences during this period can be explained. I attracted so many things from the path of fortune-tellers because I have the uniqueness of this path."

  "That's not quite right. If it's unique, why would the Hidden Sage invest in me? Isn't it more worthy of investment in Zaratul or Antigonus?"

  "Or did the Hidden Sage invest in everyone?"

  Klein thought of this and looked at Renekton, who was still eating breakfast, with a strange look. He wanted to ask the other party about Mr. Fool's opinion, but when the words came to his lips, he changed to other topics:

  "Do you know about the Pound family? Their family's title comes from the period of the Sworn War."

  "I don't know much about the history of this aspect. I only know that the Sworn War was caused by the conflict between the Church of Knowledge and the Church of the Earth."

  Renekton shook his head. He didn't expect Klein to suddenly ask him a question about history.

  Klein looked at Renekton with a meaningful look. He even remembered the history of his own church so poorly. He completely believed that the other party's identity in the Church of Knowledge was just a cover.

  Klein originally wanted to complain about this guy being a traitor, but when he thought about how he had joined his Tarot Club, he resisted the urge to complain.     After a while of communication, Klein said goodbye and left.

  Before leaving, Renekton handed Klein the amethyst ring in the small iron box and asked him to find a time to pray to Mr. Fool.

  "The fate of your friend is very strange."

  After Klein left, Destiny said.

  "I just tried to see his fate, but as soon as this idea came to my mind, I received a spiritual warning. If I directly peek into his fate, I will be greatly hurt."

  Renekton looked at the doom mage with some doubts. He knew that the extraordinary people of the destiny path could see some things that the extraordinary people of other paths could not see, but Destiny had always kept his eyes closed.

  "Is there any difference between you peeping into the fate of others with your eyes closed and with your eyes open?"

  Renekton asked curiously.

  "It doesn't make much difference to me."

  Destiny's words made Renekton's eyes change slightly when he looked at him. This old man who had been waiting for the opportunity to be promoted for seventy years was also a little special!

  Destiny told Renekton that he had rented the house next door, and he would stay there for the next month until he was promoted.

  Renekton then asked him about the School of Life and the opportunity for his promotion to Sequence 4.

  Destiny only said that he already knew the answer, and then stood up and said goodbye.

  "Why are you all so busy? It seems that I have so much free time!"

  Renekton sighed as he looked at the empty restaurant. He

  quickly finished his breakfast, cleaned up the table, picked up the coat hanging on the coat rack, and prepared to go out.

  "Bugs Bunny, let's go to Backlund's Harvest Church!"

  After calling Bugs Bunny who was taking a nap on the sofa, Renekton opened the door and went out.

  Because Destiny lived next door, Renekton did not use the spirit world to travel directly as before, and tried to disguise himself as ordinary.

  He took Bugs Bunny in a rented carriage to the only Harvest Church in Backlund. The church was very deserted. Except for a priest praying at the table in the front row of the church, there was no one else.

  Renekton walked into the church with Bugs Bunny. The priest who was sitting at the table praying noticed someone coming, opened his eyes, and stood up from his seat.

  This was a very tall priest, more than two meters tall. The brown priest's robe was stretched very tight on his body, and he gave people a great sense of oppression when he stood up.

  However, the temperament of the other party was not dangerous, on the contrary, it was very gentle.

  Renekton took a few steps forward, bowed slightly and saluted, and said:

  "Hello, my name is Al Tynes, a scholar who travels around. A friend of mine in the Earth Church told me that there is a priest named Utravsky here who needs help."

  "I am Father Utravsky. Can I ask which friend of the Earth Church you are talking about?"

  The tall Father Utravsky said calmly.

  "A vampire who joined the Earth Church. In the correspondence he exchanged with me, he said that Archbishop Aishmiah asked me to come to the Harvest Church here if I have time. You may need some help."

  While speaking, Renekton took out the holy emblem given to him by the Earth Church.

  Seeing the holy emblem of the Church of the Earth, Father Utravsky's expression softened a lot. He looked at Renekton with no more vigilance and said,

  "I do need some help."

  "Because of my past experiences, I have formed a personality that loves killing and is keen on fighting. This personality is always competing with me for control of my body. If I can't solve it, I will inevitably go out of control."

  "I found a magical item that can solve this problem, but I need a powerful extraordinary person who can kill my other personality."

  Father Utravsky kept looking at Renekton's reaction when he said this. Seeing that the other party did not show any trouble or embarrassment, he continued to explain the effect of the magical item that could solve his problem.

  After listening to Father Utravsky's explanation of the Heart Nightmare Candle, Renekton nodded slightly, pretending to be in deep thought. After a while, he said,

  "I need to make some preparations. I am not good at fighting in dreams. I need to plant psychological hints in myself in advance so that I will not be affected by the special environment in dreams."

  "No problem! It's not that I lack time."