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  Chapter 151 Renekton's Advice

  Seeing that the topic of demons had passed, Little Sun Derrick thought about it and talked about something that Silver City had encountered recently:

  "A recent exploration organized by Silver City found a half-destroyed temple. The statue enshrined inside was a naked man nailed upside down on a cross, and there was a lot of blood on his body."

  "Do you know which god this is?"

  Renekton leaned forward slightly against the back of the chair and said in a neither loud nor low voice:

  "This is the real creator."

  Little Sun frowned slightly. This title is very close to the "Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God" that they believe in in Silver City, but it is prefixed with "real".

  Is there a false creator? Little Sun's emotions are very complicated.

  Although Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man are unfamiliar with the image described by Little Sun, they are not unfamiliar with the title of the real creator. This is the evil god that the Aurora Society believes in.

  The Hanged Man Alger groaned for two seconds before saying,

  "The force that believes in the True Creator is the Aurora Society. Among the extraordinary paths they control, there is a sequence that includes the Shepherd you mentioned."

  "Shepherd?"

  The silent Little Sun Derrick suddenly sat up straight. He thought of Elder Lovia, who was acting more and more abnormal. She was the Shepherd. He was a little worried about the new elder of the six-member council and the safety of Silver City.

  Renekton glanced at the Little Sun on his right, who was clearly worried, and said comfortingly,

  "You don't have to worry too much. The True Creator won't do anything to you, Silver City."

  "Of course, if you take the initiative to approach Him, it will be another matter. His state is very bad and he doesn't have much rationality."

  The Little Sun turned his head in shock and looked at Mr. Baita on his left, and said with a clear ups and downs in his tone,

  "Really?"

  "Really, you, Silver City, have been developing in the God-Forsaken Land for thousands of years. You don't think He hasn't noticed you, do you?"

  Renekton said something that was not a comforting word.

  Little Sun wanted to ask more questions, while Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man were also listening attentively.

  The sound of the bronze table being knocked sounded before Renekton's voice.

  Klein, shrouded in gray fog, concealed his fatigue and spoke lightly,

  "Let's end this party here."

  Although he wanted to ask more questions about the true creator, seeing that Mr. Fool had already spoken, Little Sun Derrick suppressed his curiosity and asked Mr. White Tower for more information at the next party.

  Led by Miss Justice Audrey, everyone stood up and saluted.

  The blurred figures of everyone turned into light and dispersed.

  After the Tarot meeting ended, Renekton remained in the posture of leaning on the backrest chair on the balcony. He had a hunch that Klein would come to him to ask some questions.

  After about 10 to 20 minutes, Renekton saw Klein walking out of the house across the street.

  Klein looked up as if he had sensed something, and saw Renekton sitting on a reclining chair on the balcony on the second floor. He was holding a book with a simple cover and reading quietly in the afternoon sun.

  He walked quickly across the street, and just as Klein put his hand on the door, the door opened automatically.

  Klein's eyes lightly swept over the spirit attached to the door handle, and used the clown's ability to control the slightly twitching corners of his mouth.

  Smart furniture from another world. If this guy took the path of the universalist like Emperor Roselle, he might bring a second industrial revolution to this world.

  Klein didn't see Bugs Bunny in the living room, and the crow from the corpse collector's path was not there either. He planned to close the door and go up to the second floor by himself, but the door closed automatically under the control of the spirit attached to the door handle.

  "Okay! It's really smart furniture."

  With a sigh, Klein walked straight to the stairs to the second floor.

  On the balcony on the second floor, the invisible servant brought a chair and thoughtfully brewed a cup of coffee under Renekton's control.

  Klein sat in a chair, looking at the steaming coffee in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh:

  "Does this count as your extraordinary ability making life more convenient?"

  "When you reach Sequence 5, you can do it too."

  Renekton put down the book in his hand, smiled and replied, and before Klein could speak, he continued:

  "Are you here to ask what happened this morning?"

  "Yes, and this." Klein took out the badge he got from Lanevus.

  After infusing it with spirituality, a layer of hazy mist bloomed, condensed into a beam of light, and shot out into the air.

  Before this beam of light flew away, a starlight flashed and enveloped the light.

  The starlight flickered again and appeared in Renekton's raised right palm. The beam of light inside suddenly spread out and turned into a palm-sized illusory parchment with a line of ancient Feysac language written on it:     "8 o'clock in the evening of January 4, 1350, Babur Valley."

  After taking a look at the contents on the illusory parchment, Renekton clasped his right hand and gently pinched it, and the parchment turned into points of light and dissipated.

  Renekton asked in confusion:

  "Do you want to go to that gathering of thieves?"

  Klein shook his head slightly, then repeated his question:

  "You said that Amon might have sneaked in. Am I going to get killed? I want to ask how to deal with this badge? Will it send information to the outside? Just like the beam of light just now." "

  As long as you don't infuse it with spirituality, it won't. As for how to deal with it, can't you just leave it aside and ignore it?"

  "It's just my guess that there was an avatar of Amon at that party. It's also possible that they hid very well and were not discovered by Amon."

  Looking at Klein's inquiring eyes, Renekton explained the reason for his guess:

  "Amon has aggregated most of the extraordinary characteristics of the thieves' path. With His personality, He doesn't need to conceal the impact of the aggregation effect of the extraordinary characteristics, or He is very happy to meet unlucky fortune tellers and apprentices."

  "So, in a gathering full of thieves, the probability of Amon sneaking in is very high!"

  Klein completed what Renekton had not said.

  Renekton raised his hand slightly, indicating that the topic was over:

  "Although He is not a spectator, if He is mentioned too frequently, it is very likely that He will be sensed by the other party. Especially, a big city like Backlund must have His clones."

  These words successfully aroused Klein's cold sweat. He thought that he was walking around Backlund as a detective, and he might win the prize someday.

  "Your luck can't be so bad. Isn't there the Yellow and Black King who controls good luck?"

  Renekton said half-jokingly.

  Klein's face paused for a moment and quickly collapsed. He even wanted to confess that the Fool above the gray fog was himself, but reason prevented him from having such an impulsive idea.

  "The essence of knowledge, the root of mystery, the glory of civilization, and the persistence of truth."

  "If you really encounter a very urgent matter, you can recite this honorable name, but it may not work."

  Renekton told Klein the honorable name pointing to the wilderness of knowledge.

  At the same time, the sound of his own recitation of this honorable name echoed in his ears. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked his forehead twice to relieve the discomfort caused by this sound that was directly ringing in his mind.

  Klein memorized this honorific name in his heart, but was very careful not to repeat it in his mind.

  Then he said, "What is the simpler and faster way to obtain materials that you mentioned before?"

  "Go to the Church of the Night and pray!"

  Renekton said with a smile.

  Klein was stunned for a moment. He thought that the other party was teasing him, and then he denied this idea in his heart. A guess that he had always been reluctant to think about emerged in his mind:

  "Am I being watched by the goddess?"

  Klein instantly thought of the scene when he swore an oath in front of the Sword of the Goddess. The Sword of the Goddess can have a certain connection with the Goddess of the Night.

  Al also said before that because I saw the phantom left by the Hidden Sage, the Hidden Sage looked at me in reverse. The oath I made before under the witness of the Sword of the Goddess can actually be equivalent to being under the witness of the goddess.

  But the Church of the Night did not have any additional reaction to me. Did the goddess acquiesce to my existence?

  Klein's thoughts kept diverging, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

  Seeing that Klein had been silent, Renekton explained:

  "The Church of Evernight also controls a part of the path of fortune-tellers, and even keeps mermaids needed for promotion to the ambassador of the secret doll."

  "As long as you continue on this path, you will inevitably have intersections with the Church of Evernight."

  Klein sighed slightly with some entanglement:

  "My identity in the Church of Evernight is already a dead man."

  "Give me the characteristics left by Rosago, and I will find someone to directly extract the characteristics of each sequence for you."

  Renekton did not continue to ask Klein to find the Goddess of Evernight. He could go to Mr. Huang and solve the problem.

  Klein stared at Renekton with wide eyes, and his eyes had already expressed what he wanted to say, "Can it be like this?"

  Renekton nodded slightly and explained:

  "The existence of an angel can shatter the seals and characteristics and let them reunite."

  "The Sun Path has a purification ability of the , and can also extract the extraordinary characteristics step by step.",  Chapter 152 Magician

  "How long will it take to extract the characteristics step by step?" Klein asked hurriedly.

  As long as it does not exceed a week, he can accept it. If it exceeds a week, Mr. World will need to ask for leave for the next Tarot meeting.

  "About one or two days."

  This is the estimate made by Renekton based on the time it took Mr. Huang to help him separate the characteristics.

  Klein nodded hurriedly: "No problem, I will give it to you in a while."

  The dummy world that was materialized at the Tarot meeting relied on the ability of the Master of the Secret Dolls. Therefore, Klein was not worried that the extraordinary characteristics left by Rosago would no longer be able to materialize the dummy world after being extracted step by step.

  Then the topic returned to the abnormality in the morning:

  "What did you do in the morning? My inspiration was touched at that time, and I seemed to hear the chanting of a choir that I had never heard of before."

  "I used a mysterious reproduction on the flesh and blood that carried the divinity of the real creator. It may come back to life in three days."

  "Come back to life!?" Klein considered whether he should move away from Minsk Street for a moment.

  Klein stared at Renekton, trying to see some clues from his face. He even suspected that he had gone crazy because of the influence of the Hidden Sage, but his expression was more hidden.

  Renekton endured Klein's gaze, waved his hand and said:

  "The effect of the mysterious reappearance is to allow people who have kept their bodies, souls, and characteristics intact to be resurrected in a brand new state after three days."

  "As the True Creator is a true god, this effect may be manifested differently in His flesh and blood."

  As Renekton spoke, Klein's expression became more and more strange. He suspected that Renekton was a hidden madman who was influenced by the Hidden Sage.

  Normal people would never think of such an idea of ​​using the flesh and blood containing the divinity of the evil god for experiments, let alone putting it into practice.

  "It won't be a big problem. The divinity contained in that ball of flesh and blood is limited. Even if the crazy monster containing divinity comes out in the end, the Hidden Sage can deal with it."

  Renekton explained in Klein's increasingly vigilant eyes.

  Klein nodded expressionlessly, but he silently complained in his heart: "Why didn't I see before that this guy also has a side of a mad scientist."

  Klein didn't stay for long, and left on the pretext of going back to get the characteristics left by Rosago.

  After Klein returned to the house he rented across from the answer, he immediately arranged the ceremony, prayed to himself, and then responded to himself, and took out the black eye that was transformed from the characteristics left by Rosago on the gray fog.

  After a hasty end of the ceremony, he took the small iron box containing the black eye to the house across from him, handed it to Renekton, and left without staying for long.

  Renekton looked at Klein's leaving steps, always feeling that he was a little hurried, but he didn't care too much.

  After returning to the study, he found the ritual materials, quickly arranged the ceremony, and sent the iron box containing the black eye to the library in the spirit world.

  Then Renekton used the connection between the ring and the library to let his consciousness come to the library.

  Mr. Huang had already taken the All-Black Eye in his hand. He seemed to be looking at something through it and did not speak for a long time.

  Renekton stood quietly aside without disturbing him. After a long while, Mr. Huang put the All-Black Eye aside and said,

  "I didn't expect that Hei Ye would choose to train someone to compete for the Lord of Mysteries. She has always been very courageous and scheming, which makes me interested in the one Hei Ye chose."

  After saying this, Mr. Huang glanced at Renekton calmly, with a faint smile on his lips, and continued,

  "In fact, I am more optimistic about Mr. Men, but it's a pity that He is too seriously polluted."

  "But compared to Amon, I am more willing to support this little guy trained by Hei Ye. You can come back tomorrow to get the extracted characteristics."

  Renekton nodded quickly, and did not ask Mr. Huang how he knew so much about his plan. He already had some doubts and guesses about Mr. Huang's identity.

  Before leaving, he borrowed a few books from Mr. Huang, and left the library immediately after getting his consent.

  Then he rearranged the ceremony and took out the books he borrowed.

  Holding a book and dragging a recliner to the balcony, Renekton fell asleep in the warm sunshine with the book covering his face.

  At noon the next day, the Book Messenger came to inform Renekton that the characteristics of the All-Black Eye had been completely extracted.

  "Why is he so much more active in helping Klein than helping me!"

  Renekton complained in his heart.

  After waiting for the Book Messenger to finish singing praises to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, Renekton set up a ceremony and took out all the characteristics extracted from the All-Black Eye.

  There were five in total, with clusters of characteristics in dark blue, dark black, or dark green placed in front of him. Renekton pinched the characteristics that felt like jelly, waved his hand gently, and scattered a starlight.

  The starlight turned into transparent amber, wrapped up the extraordinary characteristics, and then stepped into the spirit world with the extraordinary characteristics and came to the living room of Klein's house.

  Klein, who was still eating lunch, slowly dragged a chair next to him and pointed. He was used to Renekton, who often traveled through the spirit world and appeared and disappeared.

  "The properties of the all-black eye have all been separated."

  As he spoke, Renekton threw all five transparent ambers in his hands onto the dining table.

  Klein looked at the extraordinary properties of different colors in front of him and blinked. This was the first time he had seen so many extraordinary properties at once.

  After picking up each property and examining it, Klein handed the two properties belonging to the fortune teller and the clown to Renekton:     "This is your reward. I don't need to take the magic potion of the fortune teller and the clown repeatedly."

  Renekton did not refuse and directly took the two characteristics handed over by Klein. These two characteristics are still good materials for new figurines.

  Klein has already obtained the real roots and juice of the mist tree man from the little sun. Although the main materials are no longer needed, he can sell them.

  Klein put down the tableware in his hand, quickly took out the auxiliary materials he had prepared, and started to mix the magic potion directly.

  Under Renekton's gaze, a bottle of magic potion that was like fireworks constantly blooming, colorful, and many colors constantly radiating and disappearing was mixed.

  Renekton looked at the strange appearance of this bottle curiously and couldn't help but say:

  "What a strange color, like a pile of overturned paint buckets."

  Klein did not respond, but took out a one-pound gold coin from his jacket pocket, bounced it into the air with a clang, and then caught it.

  After doing a simple divination and getting a positive answer, Klein took a few steps back, sat on the sofa, and quickly entered a meditative state. After calming himself down, he drank the potion in the bottle.

  Renekton quietly watched Klein drinking the potion.

  The other party remained calm, except for a distorted expression.

  After a while, Klein's skin began to change.

  The skin on one arm was deeply wrinkled, like a centenarian, and the other arm lost its color and became transparent, and even the blood vessels, muscles and veins inside could be seen directly.

  A layer of imperceptible purple light flashed in Renekton's eyes, and his vision suddenly became different. Every inch of Klein's skin, every muscle and bone was seen in his eyes.

  Renekton clearly saw that Klein's body was undergoing wonderful changes under the transformation of the potion, and there were many strange unknown symbols outlined in his flesh and blood.

  Under the strong sense of peeping, Klein quickly came back to his senses from the influence of the potion.

  As soon as his sight was restored, he saw Renekton not far away, with a barely perceptible purple halo in his eyes, looking at him.

  He felt that he had no secrets in front of him.

  Then Klein noticed that his skin had become strange, and his vigilance suddenly rose. He watched the most obvious abnormality of his arms with vigilance.

  "This is the potion transforming your body. It will return to normal after a while."

  Hearing Renekton's reminder, Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

  Five or six minutes later, everything returned to normal.

  "No wonder every Beyonder seems so cautious in promotion."

  "I chose to promote after completely digesting the Sequence 8 potion, and there are still such serious effects. Those Beyonders who rely on time to digest the potion."

  Renekton walked to a chair and sat down, and said casually:

  "The world of Beyonders is so cruel! Of course, there are also some lucky ones who can digest the potion raw."

  "Swallow the potion raw?" Klein's expression was strange for a moment. He didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to swallow the potion raw.

  Renekton waved his hand slightly, not discussing this topic too much. The lucky man returned to the Key of Light, and it had nothing to do with the two of them.

  "Show us your extraordinary abilities, and I'll explain it."

  Renekton reminded Klein. This was a deal that had been made long ago.

  "Okay." Klein nodded slightly.

  Just thinking about it for a moment, the magician's spell-like abilities automatically emerged in his mind.

  Klein snapped his fingers lightly, "Bang!" A stack of papers on the coffee table on the side automatically ignited, bursting into a large ball of flame, and a ball of flame also rose from Klein's body, tightly wrapping Klein's body.

  The next moment, Klein's figure disappeared in the flames and reappeared in another ball of flames. Klein walked out of the flames unscathed.

  "Pah~" Another snap of the fingers, an invisible air bullet shot out, and the glass on the coffee table shattered.

  Then the broken glass disappeared, and an intact glass reappeared on the dining table.

  An illusion, Renekton only took a glance to see the essence, the Eye of Secrets is very advantageous in this regard.

  Klein demonstrated the abilities of a magician one by one, except that he needed to prepare a paper man substitute in advance.

  "Pa pa pa!"

  "Very good!"

  Renekton clapped his hands and praised Klein's extraordinary performance.

  In Klein's puzzled eyes, Renekton smiled and explained:

  "Performance needs to be applauded by the audience, which is the source of feedback when you perform."

  Klein fell silent. He carefully felt a portion of the magic potion in his body, and there was indeed a faint sign of digestion, although it was not obvious.  Chapter 153: Great Ideals

  "Performances need to be applauded by the audience? Is this the code of conduct for magicians?"

  Klein said with an almost certain tone.

  Renekton nodded slightly, confirming Klein's doubts, and then added:

  "Almost, but only a part. There is a sequence called Master of Tricks in the Apprentice Path. As an adjacent path, it has sufficient reference value."

  After communicating with Klein for a while, Renekton returned to the house across the street from entering the spirit world.

  In the study, he summoned his book messenger and wrote a part of what happened in East Balam Dockyard in a letter to Cattleya in exchange for the formula of the potion of the Wind-loving One.

  After asking the messenger to send the written letter to the Future, Renekton took out another new piece of letter paper, this time to write a letter to Thea.

  Good afternoon, ma'am.

  The crow I raised has almost digested the potion of the Gravedigger. I wonder when you can get the formula of the potion of the Psychic, and what kind of reward you need?

  I recently met a former member of the School of Life, who was a member of the Council of Destiny. I learned a lot about the original moon from him.

  Finally, there is one more question. Do you know how the Harvest Priest should act?

  Renekton did not write a proper ending, but drew a small illustration of Bugs Bunny at the end.

  After waiting for a while, the Book Messenger finally arrived. Renekton handed it the written letter, and the Book Messenger disappeared again.

  After writing the letter, Renekton returned to his bedroom and prepared to go to bed early. At night, he took the crow Anu to the cemetery to play the gravedigger. Today should be the last time that the crow Anu played the gravedigger.

  When Renekton woke up from the bed, the sky outside the window had dimmed, and there was a faint crimson glow in the sky.

  "It's another 'blood moon' night. As the end of the world approaches, these guys are active."

  Renekton sighed, controlling his thoughts, not letting himself be noticed by those beings in the starry sky because of thinking too much.

  After looking at a piece of light yellow paper quietly placed on the table beside him, Renekton got out of bed and took a look.

  It was Frank's reply to him, telling him that the captain would give him the potion formula of the Wind Blessed within this week.

  Throwing the letter in his hand back to the spirit world, Renekton went downstairs and took Crow Anu to the East District.

  Because too many bodies had been buried in the cemetery under the jurisdiction of the Church of Steam, this time Renekton chose a cemetery under the jurisdiction of the Church of Storms.

  After traveling through the spirit world and going back and forth several times, he brought over more than a dozen bodies that had just died not long ago.

  He reached out and patted Crow Anu standing on his shoulder. At Renekton's signal, Crow Anu flew into the air and scattered herbal powder and ritual materials.

  After Crow Anu skillfully arranged the ceremony, Renekton snapped his fingers, and some of the candles burst into flames.

  The light of the blood moon was particularly rich, making the surrounding spiritual beings active and restless.

  Under the influence of the blood moon, the ritual arranged by Crow Anu was strengthened, and soon the surrounding corpses were requited.

  Then he sprinkled iron-black powder, summoned invisible giant hands, and dug graves one after another on the ground. The corpses that had been requited were placed in the graves and covered with a layer of soil.

  Renekton had found a few stones, processed them slightly, and made them into simple tombstones, which were inserted in front of the graves. He also wrote an epitaph for them.

  After everything was completed, Crow Anu held a few wild flowers that he found from somewhere and placed them in front of the tombstone.

  Renekton glanced at Crow Anu, and at this moment, it seemed that some transformation had taken place in it.

  "Boss, I seem to have digested the gravedigger's magic potion."

  Crow Anu stood on the ground in a daze, and after a long time, he flapped his wings and flew into the air.

  "Well done." He nodded slightly and praised, and then Renekton took Crow Anu directly through the spirit world and returned to the Cherwood District.

  As soon as he stepped out of the spirit world, Renekton saw a figure standing upright not far ahead.

  Renekton was stunned for a moment. He didn't notice anyone here when he was in the spirit world!

  "We meet again."

  The figure in front turned around and greeted him in a gentle tone.

  The other party was wearing a loose black fur coat and was a well-dressed middle-aged gentleman. He also held a lit cigarette in his right hand.

  Renekton recognized the other party, the ferryman with royal blood of the Balam Empire, Prak Eggers. Renekton saluted politely and looked at him and greeted him:

  "Long time no see, Mr. Eggers! I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."

  "I slightly spread the aggregation effect of my extraordinary characteristics. I think it should be able to attract this interesting crow."

  Prak Eggers' tone was still gentle, and he directly stated the reason why the two met here.     Renekton was stunned for a moment, not expecting the other party to be so direct, and then he said:

  "Mr. Eggers, do you have something to talk to me about? Or are you talking to it?"

  Renekton pointed at the crow Anu standing motionless on his shoulder.

  Prak Eggers smiled and said:

  "Both, the aura of the dead on you hasn't dissipated yet, did you go to the cemetery to play?"

  "Then I guess you haven't had dinner yet, let's go, I'll treat you to a dinner with southern continental characteristics."

  Prak turned around and led the way. Renekton hesitated for a moment, then followed the other party's pace and came to a restaurant called Hagati not far away.

  After seeing Prak, the waiter in the restaurant immediately led the way in front, and the two came to a window seat on the second floor, just in time to see the street outside.

  Renekton and Prak sat opposite each other, and Prak told the waiter to bring up the ordered dishes.

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched from the side. Was this prepared long ago?

  Prak smiled slightly, took a sip of the tea poured by the waiter, and then said:

  "I plan to leave Backlund in the near future and return to East Balam. I have a certain premonition that Backlund will no longer be peaceful in the next period of time. It is not suitable for tobacco business for the time being."

  "Besides, I have been away from East Balam for more than a year. It is time to go back. Otherwise, anyone there will dare to jump out."

  Renekton looked at him in surprise. He remembered that the Path of Death had nothing to do with the authority of foreknowledge.

  "The Path of Death can cast various spells through natural spirits and dead souls, which naturally includes prophecy spells."

  As if knowing what Renekton was thinking, Prak explained in a gentle tone.

  Renekton nodded slightly. This made sense.

  However, the other party was a Sequence 3. Apart from matters involving true gods and angels, he didn't need to care about anything at all. Why did he leave Backlund?

  "Then Mr. Eggers, what do you want to talk to me about?"

  Renekton asked his doubts directly.

  Prak handed Renekton a freshly grilled lamb chop, and then tore off a small piece of meat to feed the crow Anu.

  After doing all this, Prak spoke again:

  "I want to invite you to join an organization. I wonder if you are interested in going to the southern continent with me?"

  Renekton was stunned for a moment. He thought of many possibilities, but he really didn't expect that the other party was here to poach people. Almost immediately shook his head and rejected the other party's proposal:

  "Sorry, I can't leave Backlund for the time being, and I don't think the Church of Knowledge will agree to let me join the Spiritual Cult."

  "As expected." Prak nodded slightly, without dwelling on this issue too much, as if the proposal just now was just a sudden whim.

  "But the organization I invited is not the Spiritual Cult, or it won't be in the future."

  "The Spiritual Cult is going to split?"

  Renekton said with a puzzled look on his face.

  Prak shook his head slightly: "I don't have much identification with the various factions of the Spirit Cult. I want to set up an idle organization with some people who share the same idea as me, focusing on economic development."

  "Compared to those grand blueprints like resurrecting the God of Death and rebuilding the Balam Empire, I hope to develop the southern continent in a practical way, rather than having it be treated as a cake to be divided up by several major kingdoms and churches." "

  It's a very lofty ideal." Renekton sighed from the bottom of his heart. If he was not only Sequence Five, he would even want to pull the other party to join him. To complete the mission in the Wilderness of Knowledge, people with such ideas are very needed.

  "Is it ambitious? Perhaps too far-fetched." Prak said in a self-deprecating tone,

  "This is just an idea. Although I will take action, I may not be able to gain anything."

  Renekton shook his head slightly and said with a smile,

  "At least I agree with this ideal. I think there will be many people who agree with it besides me, although they may not be from the Spiritual Cult or even from the Southern Continent."

  "Moreover, perhaps some churches and organizations can become your partners and provide some help."

  "For example, the Church of Knowledge?" Prak's tone was still gentle, but there was a smile from the heart on his face.  Chapter 154 You can call me 'Sasriel'

  "I can't represent the Church of Knowledge, but the Church of Knowledge is keen on spreading knowledge, and everyone knows it."

  Renekton maintained his expression and gave a vague answer.

  Oh. I knew that this kind of Sequence 3 Saint would not come to me for no reason. Perhaps, I will have the opportunity to pull him into my camp in the future!

  "This crow is about to reach Sequence 7, do you have a Sequence 7 potion formula?"

  Prak smiled and changed the subject.

  Before Renekton could speak, the crow next to him answered:

  "No, not yet!"

  Prak nodded slightly and said with a smile:

  "Then I will give you a psychic potion formula as a parting gift."

  After speaking, Prak called the waiter, asked for a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote down the psychic potion formula.

  Then he handed over the written psychic formula. After Renekton took it, he glanced at it hastily and then put it in his pocket.

  Then he nodded to Prak sitting opposite him and said,

  "Thank you very much, Mr. Eggers, this formula came at the right time."

  "Thank you very much! Thank you very much!"

  Crow Anu imitated Renekton's actions and nodded to Prak to express his gratitude.

  "Haha, don't be so polite. I also have conditions for giving you this formula."

  "I want to know the process of this crow's promotion and some of its changes. The phoenix bloodline in it is not very strong, but I saw a trace of atavism in it."

  "Okay, no problem." Renekton nodded in agreement without hesitation.

  Turning his eyes to look at the crow next to him who was a little confused, Renekton did not think there would be any problem. After all, the mythical creatures of the Death Path have now become feathered serpents. Even if they atavism, it is difficult to become phoenixes.

  After a sumptuous dinner with southern continental specialties, Renekton and Crow Anu stood up to say goodbye. Before leaving, Prak told Renekton his messenger summoning spell.

  He took a rented carriage back to Minsk Street, got off the carriage, and walked towards the house he rented. When he arrived in front of house No. 15, Renekton looked inside thoughtfully.

  "The night of the blood moon, will it be the night when Miss Magician joins the Tarot Club? It just so happens that today Klein has been promoted to a Sequence 7 magic student. This coincidence is really interesting."

  Gu Zi stood in front of Klein's door and murmured a few words.

  Then he turned and walked into the house across the street. After returning home, he quickly went upstairs to wash up, and then Renekton lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

  The crimson moonlight shone into the room through the glass window. The transparent amber on the coffee table that Renekton casually placed by the window emitted a faint light under the active spirituality, like the frequency of a heartbeat.

  Renekton, who was sleeping soundly, entered the dream again. He seemed to have come to the ancient Second Age or Third Age.

  Here, Renekton saw the images of giants, dragons, phoenixes, elves and other creatures. The scene kept changing, and finally stopped at a high mountain peak, with the sky frozen at dawn.

  A vague male figure with pale skin and black clergy robes appeared, with long black hair scattered behind him, and eight pairs of white wings like light behind him, like an angel descending to the earth, with a sacred breath everywhere.

  "Nice to meet you, the fourth remnant of the Old Ones after Amanisis."

  A gentle and sincere voice sounded, which quickly awakened Renekton from his daze. He turned his head and looked around. The scene was like a frozen painting, and Renekton realized that he was still in a dream.

  Looking at the figure in front of him, Renekton's brain was working rapidly. He was a little unsure whether the person in front of him was the ancient sun god or the real creator, or a new identity in another state.

  As if he could see Renekton's doubt, the vague male figure spoke again:

  "You can call me Sasriel."

  Renekton did not contain his surprised expression and asked in confusion:

  "Sasriel? Didn't you fall?"

  The vague figure who called himself Sasriel said in a calm tone:

  "I am just called by this name, but I am not the Dark Angel of the past."

  "The Dark Angel of the past was a personality that I specially differentiated to fight against the original erosion. I am a personality that appeared when the True Creator used the Mystical Reappearance you used and stripped off a small part of his own will."

  Renekton was silent for a short time. The ancient sun god was really good at using his own will to create clones.

  Although the other party's explanation was reasonable, Renekton was still a little confused:

  "That was just a Mystical Reappearance of the fourth level of Sequence. Is it so effective?"     The blurry figure who called himself Sasriel said in the same flat tone:

  "You underestimated the effect of this mysterious reappearance, and overestimated me. I am only a part of the divinity and will in the flesh and blood that the real Creator used as a carrier for his advent."

  The scene was silent for a second or two, and the blurry figure said again:

  "I want to make a deal with you!"

  "What deal?" Although Renekton was puzzled, he could roughly guess what the other party wanted to propose.

  "The Aurora Society is planning an event for me to descend, and the time is December of this year. I need you to let me successfully descend into an incarnation, and then kill Him!"

  "Huh?" Renekton was a little confused. The conditions proposed by the other party to help him descend into an incarnation were within Renekton's expectations, but killing His incarnation was a bit strange.

  The blurry figure seemed to answer and continued as if narrating himself:

  "I will let the incarnation carry a sequence two level characteristic and a part of the crazy self-consciousness."

  "After killing my descended incarnation, you need to use the angel-level mysterious reappearance again to help me stabilize this part of the clear consciousness and restore it to the status of an angel."

  After listening to the other party's entire plan, Renekton pondered for a moment and asked:

  "This mysterious reappearance will only last for 40 days, and are you sure it can refresh your state and restore part of your consciousness to clarity?"

  The blurry figure said with certainty:

  "I am sure that the biggest feature of this mysterious reappearance is that it can refresh the target's state based on a state that once existed, so 'I' was born."

  "Although I, or the true creator, have fallen into a long period of madness, I can still handle some things normally relying on instinct. At that time, the true creator will distort the 40-day limit and extend it indefinitely."

  Renekton sighed, shook his head and said:

  "I can't achieve the mysterious reappearance of the second level of sequence. It will have a serious impact on me, and even make the sage's characteristics in my body merge with me directly."

  "I understand your concerns, so I will bear this impact for you."

  "Even if I only have a small part of consciousness and divine consciousness, I still have the status of a true god, enough to bear this impact."

  Renekton was slightly stunned. If the other party can really bear the impact of the sage's characteristics for him, then this plan is indeed feasible.

  Huang Beibei should be able to deal with an incarnation that actively seeks death. She has a seal corresponding to the sequence one of the death path.

  Moreover, I can also let the hidden sage provide her with some help.

  The blurred figure spoke again:

  "As a reward for the transaction, I will provide direct assistance when you reclaim the authority of the Perfect One."

  "Your alliance with Herabergen is bound to attract the hostility of Leodero and Osekus. You need more allies."

  Renekton frowned slightly. The other party's tone was a bit strange. He was talking to people at the same level as him. This was definitely not just because of his identity as a survivor of the old days.

  After a little thought, Renekton said in a tentative tone:

  "I can't make a decision on behalf of the Hidden Sage."

  "Hidden Sage? No, you represent the Wilds of Knowledge, and the Hidden Sage will certainly obey your orders."

  The tone of the blurred figure was still so steady and firm:

  "I once possessed the Chaos Sea and the authority of omniscience and omnipotence. Even now, I can still see that you are closely connected with the Wilds of Knowledge. If the Wilds of Knowledge have not been activated, you will be the most likely to become the Demon of Knowledge."

  "If you want to become the Demon of Knowledge, the authority of the Perfect is crucial to you when the Hermit has been controlled by the Wilds of Knowledge!"

  Even though he was in a dream now, Renekton felt his breathing become rapid.

  The other party's proposal made Renekton completely unable to find a reason to refuse, but the other party's identity made Renekton a little worried about the reaction of the God of Knowledge.

  After all, Erwulong was his angel investor and the first partner of the Wilds of Knowledge.

  The scene fell silent again, no one spoke, and the dream seemed to fall into stillness.

  This lasted for about a minute or two. Renekton looked at the blurry figure who called himself Sasriel and said,

  "I agree to the deal. In exchange, you need to help me recover my authority in my battle with Steam."

  "As for the ally, we can talk about it after you regain your angelic status."

  "The deal is done!" The blurry figure spoke in a flat voice, but with an irresistible majesty.

  An invisible connection was formed between Renekton and the blurry figure. Renekton felt like a notarized contract was signed. Chapter 155 Two-in-

  One When he woke up the next morning, Renekton rubbed his head and whispered:

  "Is this Sasriel? The glimpse of fate that Mr. Huang saw points to Him?"

  Getting up from the bed, Renekton was ready to take a look at the flesh and blood sealed in the transparent amber, which carried a small part of the will and divinity of the real creator.

  In the coffee by the window, the transparent amber was empty, and Renekton was stunned for a moment.

  He looked at the closed window again, took out a gold pound from his pocket, threw it into the air, and did a simple divination.

  After getting the answer that the flesh and blood was still in the room, Renekton's eyes were covered with a layer of misty purple light, and he scanned the bedroom twice.

  "Not here?" With a frown, Renekton looked at himself with some uncertainty.

  A ball of deep red and almost black spiritual light flickered on the forearm of his left hand.

  The purple halo in his eyes faded, and Renekton brushed the sleeve of his left hand over his arm.

  There was a crimson upside-down figure pattern on the exposed forearm, as if it had merged with the surrounding flesh and blood. Without the sight of the Secret Eye, Renekton himself would not have noticed the abnormality.

  Renekton's eyebrows jumped and he muttered in a low voice:

  "It really happened to me. This is a bit inconvenient, whether I go to the library or above the gray fog."

  Renekton was ready to try whether the other party would have any reaction when his spirit body left.

  Putting down his sleeves, Renekton closed his eyes and meditated directly, sketching out the pattern in his mind.

  The spirituality on his body was like rippling water, and a broken ring composed of gears and chains appeared behind him.

  Renekton's consciousness then came to the library in the spirit world through the inherent connection.

  Mr. Huang was still sitting in the armchair in front of the library, with a steaming cup of black tea on the desk on the side and a book without a cover in his hand.

  Renekton walked up quickly:

  "Good morning, Mr. Huang~"

  He wanted to stretch out his left hand and show the pattern on it to Mr. Huang, but after pulling open his sleeves, Renekton found that the crimson upside-down figure pattern on it was gone.

  "He can't pass, and he won't come over."

  Mr. Huang said in a calm tone, with undisguised surprise in his eyes.

  "Have you reached a deal with Him? I can see that you have some extra things on you. This is the contract between you and Him."

  Renekton nodded slightly, recounted the deal between himself and the vague figure who called himself Sasriel, and asked again at the end:

  "Is He really Sasriel?"

  Mr. Huang was silent for a while, as if he was thinking, or as if he was recalling. After a while, he slowly spoke:

  "Some of the authority and characteristics of the real body come from Sasriel. If He strips some of them and shapes them into a new incarnation, it can indeed be considered Sasriel."

  "As for whether it is still the Dark Angel, I can't be sure."

  Renekton glanced at Mr. Huang, who had a sigh in his expression, and suppressed his speculation about the other party's identity.

  "Come here before you are ready to complete the deal with Him. I will give you a prophet's characteristics and make some adjustments so that you can directly use some of the abilities."

  "Hmm?" Renekton was a little confused. He couldn't figure out why Mr. Huang was willing to help.

  Mr. Huang smiled and said,

  "If the real situation can be improved, Storm and Sun will have the possibility of cooperation under pressure. At the same time, I am also very curious about what choice Adam, who has always been hostile to the real one, will make."

  "Even the omniscient one cannot see the ancient sun god clearly."

  "Okay." Renekton answered quickly. Without staying in the library for long, his spirit returned to his body in the bedroom.

  Renekton looked at the pattern on his left forearm. There was no change. The vague figure who called himself Sasriel seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

  He walked to the restaurant downstairs and ate the breakfast prepared by Bugs Bunny while recalling the words of Mr. Huang and the vague figure who called himself Sasriel.

  "Mr. Huang is probably a vest of the God of Knowledge, and he has split his past as the Dragon of Imagination into an incarnation?"

  Renekton whispered softly. He felt that Mr. Huang had some doubts about the identity of Amon's brother. Should I say, is he worthy of being the omniscient one?

  Then he tried to infuse some spirituality into his left forearm and probed into his mind to check, but he got nothing, as if the vague figure in the dream last night had never existed.

  After breakfast, when Renekton was about to go out to buy auxiliary materials for the psychic potion, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask Mr. Huang if he could tell Isengard Stanton about the formula of the scholar potion.

  He had no choice but to go back to the room and summon his book messenger to ask about this matter for him.

  Then he went out again and prepared to buy auxiliary materials for the psychic.

  "Fortunately, I have enough material reserves, only some ordinary materials are missing, otherwise I can only ask Klein to buy them for me."

  It didn't take too long for Renekton to gather the materials needed for the psychic potion.

  When he got home, Renekton began to prepare the potion for Crow.

  Put the materials one by one into the glass bottle, pour in 100 ml of pure water, and the materials in the glass bottle quickly melted into a dark green ball and merged into the water.

  After shaking the glass bottle a little, Renekton also put the psychic's characteristics into it. The potion in the glass bottle began to emit bubbles one after another, and the bubbles soon burst, leaving mysterious symbols shaped like skulls.

  He picked up a gold coin and threw it out, and after getting a positive answer, Renekton handed the potion to the crow Anu who was staring at the scene. The

  crow Anu couldn't wait to put his beak into the mouth of the glass bottle. Renekton tilted the glass bottle and poured the potion into the mouth of the crow Anu.

  Soon, the potion was all drunk by Anu, and then the whole crow fell straight on the table like a drunkard.

  Renekton frowned slightly. The crow's reaction was a little different every time he drank the potion.

  A faint purple flashed in his eyes, and the changes in Anu's body were clearly visible in Renekton's eyes.

  "The potion is transforming its spirit." Renekton's sight was constantly extending, and he seemed to see that this crow had some mystical connection with the underworld.

  "A prerequisite for the gatekeeper's ability?"

  Renekton whispered easily, stepped back a few steps, sat on a chair beside him, and waited for the crow Anu's promotion to be completed.

  Inspiration was triggered, Renekton raised his hand with some doubt and caught a piece of light yellow paper that fell from the spirit world: "

  I found the psychic potion formula for you. This time I give it to you for free as a reward for the information you told me about the original moon.

  Remember to write to me about the changes in your crow after the promotion and what it saw when it was promoted."

  A letter without a beginning or an end, Renekton was speechless for a while. He forgot that he wrote to Thea to ask for the psychic formula.

  "Fortunately, Thea didn't ask me for money, otherwise I would have to spend money to buy a potion formula that I already have."

  With a sigh, Renekton turned the paper in his hand over, and there was a paragraph of text on the back:

  "Mr. Huang said that you can tell the detective the potion formula of the scholar."

  Raising his hand to send the letter back to the spirit world, Renekton sighed: "I actually wrote the message directly on the back of the letter. Even this book has learned to be lazy!"

  The crow Anu has stood up on the table, but it is still a little shaky. Its feathers are stained with some red spots like oil stains, but they are slowly fading.

  The crow Anu shook his head up and down and said:

  "Boss, I saw that big bird again. Its tail feathers are so long and red. It's beautiful. I think I can grow up like that!"

  "Is this your intuition? What else did you see?"

  Renekton immediately walked over and asked. At the same time, a faint purple light appeared in his eyes again, looking up and down at Anu, checking the changes in it.

  Anu pretended to be in deep thought and said:

  "I seem to have seen the underworld. I don't know if it's true, but when I saw that place, my mind thought it was the underworld."

  "I also learned the ability to open doors and walk through walls directly. This is not an ability that comes with the potion. I learned it after seeing the giant red bird."

  Hearing this, Renekton frowned slightly. The ancestor of the phoenix, Greygari, mastered some of the authority of the doorway.

  He suspected that this was the influence of the crow's bloodline returning to its ancestral lineage, but he didn't see any discordant factors in the crow, and it hadn't taken the apprentice path potion.

  After a little consideration, he asked:

  "Did you master the ability to open doors directly? Or did you gain the corresponding knowledge?"

  The crow shook his head and said, "Not only knowledge, but also a lot of experience in using this ability."     From the words of Anu the Raven, Renekton roughly understood that it had gained extraordinary knowledge and experience in using the ability to open doors, rather than directly obtaining the corresponding partial characteristics.

  After confirming that there was no abnormality in Anu the Raven, Renekton went to the study on the second floor, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote a letter to Prak Eggers, describing in detail what happened to Anu the Raven when he was promoted, including the fact that he had obtained extraordinary knowledge of the doorway.

  After taking out the materials and arranging the ritual, Renekton stepped back and recited Prak's messenger summoning spell:

  "A spirit wandering in the upper realm, an absolutely friendly creature, a contracted partner of Prak Eggers."

  As the spell was recited, the temperature in the room dropped at once, and the candlelight emitted a green glow, shaking continuously in the windless room.

  Renekton stood quietly in place, his eyes fixed on the opposite wall.

  Burning bones flowed out of the wall and gathered together on the floor in front of Renekton, forming a tall human figure with cracks and holes all over his body. Green flames burst out from every crack on his body.

  Renekton handed the letter he had written to the other party. Seeing that the flames on the other party's body did not burn the letter, he was relieved.

  The tall human figure with green flames bursting into pieces of broken bones again, pouring into the spirit world like flowing spring water.

  Looking at the direction where Prak's messenger left, Renekton whispered to himself:

  "This messenger doesn't look like a normal undead, and his strength is not weak. He has the strength of sequence four to sequence five."

  After cleaning up the materials for the arrangement of the ceremony, Renekton returned to the desk, tore off a page from the notebook, and then wrote down the recipe of the scholar's potion.

  Holding the written recipe, he stepped into the spirit world.

  In the Hillston District, in front of a slightly old building, Renekton's figure was almost outlined.

  Renekton looked at the house, which was not very well lit and seemed a little dark, and took a few steps forward and knocked on the door.

  "Knock! Knock!"

  Amid the creaking sound of the door opening, an assistant wearing a long windbreaker and glasses, with a young face, opened the door. The other party looked at Renekton inconspicuously, and then said:

  "Hello, this is the residence of Detective Isengard Stanton. What can I do for you?"

  Renekton handed the folded paper in his hand to the assistant and said:

  "This is for Detective Stanton. It contains the information he needs. Please pass it on to him."

  After saying that, after stuffing the paper in his hand into the assistant's hand, Renekton turned around and left.

  The paper with the scholar's potion on it had traces of psychological suggestion, and the assistant of Detective Stanton would not take the initiative to open it to read the contents.

  After delivering the scholar's potion formula to Detective Stanton, Renekton turned around and went to the Harvest Church in the south of the bridge. He was going to see how Bugs Bunny was doing there.

  Not long after Renekton left Isengard Stanton's residence, the great detective returned in a carriage.

  The assistant handed the paper Renekton brought to Isengard Stanton:

  "Sir, a strange young man just brought a piece of paper and said it was for you."

  Isengard Stanton took the folded paper handed over by the assistant. It was obvious that the paper was torn from a notebook.

  Isengard's serious face showed some expectation, and he immediately opened the folded paper. As expected, it contained the recipe of the scholar's potion.

  In the Harvest Church on Rose Street in the South Bridge District, Renekton's figure was quickly outlined.

  Before he had time to greet Father Utravsky sitting in front of the Holy Emblem of Life, he was attracted by Bugs Bunny and Emlyn who were arguing on the side.

  Renekton glanced at the pot of blood-red tomatoes between them, frowned slightly, and he saw blood in those tomatoes.

  "There's blood in these tomatoes?" Renekton approached, looking at the rabbit and the vampire with strange eyes.

  Emlyn nodded without raising his head:

  "You take care of this rabbit. It actually wants to cultivate tomatoes that can produce blood by itself. It said that in this way, we vampires don't have to suck the blood of others."

  "Doesn't it know that we vampires will never bite people directly? Only you humans who take potions to advance will choose such a rude way of eating!"

  Renekton was speechless for a moment, picked up Bugs Bunny from the ground, looked at it expressionlessly and said:

  "Didn't I tell you that you have to write an application and get my consent before you can transform plants?"

  Bugs Bunny twisted his body twice, jumped off Renekton's hand, moved back two steps, and said after some distance:

  "This is not my home! And the priest said that only by letting others feel the joy of the harvest can I become a qualified harvest priest."

  "The joy of the harvest?" Renekton glanced at Emlyn next to him, who looked unhappy at all.

  Perhaps, this rabbit can only stay at Sequence 7.

  Renekton felt that he could not let this rabbit come into contact with Frank in the future, otherwise it would become Frank Rabbit, which would be troublesome.

  Father Utravsky, who was sitting in front of the Holy Emblem of Life and praying, opened his eyes, looked at the pot of bright red tomatoes, and reminded Renekton:

  "Its ideas are interesting, but sometimes they are too dangerous, and it has strong execution ability."

  "I understand, I will keep an eye on it." Renekton nodded and responded to the priest.

  Then he turned his head to look at Bugs Bunny on the side. Without asking, he knew that this pot of outrageous tomatoes was cultivated secretly by it.

  Randomly hybridizing the characteristics of animals and plants is taboo in the Earth Church. Frank was expelled from the Earth Church because of this.

  Renekton pulled Bugs Bunny, who was getting closer and closer to Frank, aside and beat him hard until he drooped his head and admitted his mistake.

  In order to prevent this rabbit from coming up with any outrageous experiments and angering Father Utravsky, the God's Blessed One, Renekton decided to take it back.

  As for the role of the harvest priest, let's talk about it later. Anyway, it's still winter now, which is not suitable for plant growth and growing food.

  Bringing Bugs Bunny to Father Utravsky, Renekton found a chair and sat down:

  "Father, I plan to take this rabbit back."

  "No problem." Father Utravsky nodded slightly, without asking the reason, and did not keep him.

  Renekton stretched out his right hand, and a ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in his palm. Renekton gently threw the star sand in his hand.

  One after another, brilliant light fell in the air, covering the pot of bright red tomatoes cultivated by Bugs Bunny, and then it was dissolved by the starlight and collapsed and dissipated.

  Not far from the pot of bright red tomatoes, Emlyn immediately stepped back several meters. Emlyn looked at the place where the pot of tomatoes collapsed and dissipated with vigilance, and then looked at Renekton who had withdrawn his hand.

  "You" Emlyn opened his mouth, but the words were swallowed back. He had never seen such an extraordinary ability that could directly make things collapse and dissipate. The brilliance just now gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

  Ignoring Emlyn's gaze, Renekton asked Father Utravsky for information about the master key seized from Emlyn.

  "Father, can I buy this magical item from you?"

  "No, it's mine!"

  Emlyn took the lead.

  Renekton glanced at him, then smiled and said,

  "You are the trophy of the priest. The master key has been confiscated."

  Emlyn's face turned pale and red, and he said angrily, "You are robbing!"

  "I know a vampire. He is as young as you, but he has become a baron in the Church of the Earth. Do you want to consider this path?"

  "I will never betray the faith of the ancestor like that guy!"

  Emlyn said angrily, and turned to leave the Harvest Church.

  Looking at Emlyn's back, Renekton looked at Father Utravsky next to him curiously and asked,

  "Father, how long have you planted the psychological suggestion for it?"

  "Two months."

  Father Utravsky answered gently, and at the same time handed Renekton a key with an ordinary form and completely restrained spirituality.

  After Renekton took the master key with a little doubt, Father Utravsky explained:

  "I spend most of my time in this church and don't need this magical item. You can take it directly."

  Renekton did not refuse, but left a few ten-pound notes in the donation box when he left the Harvest Church.