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 Chapter 156 Klein's Failed

  At night, the lights in the church were a little dim. Father Utravsky sat in front of the Holy Symbol of Life in front of the church, his eyes closed, his hands clasped together and resting against his chin, praying silently.

  A figure sneaked into the church from the side. Father Utravsky opened his eyes and looked at the hiding place of the figure. He spoke in a low and soft voice:

  "The Church of the Mother Goddess will not reject anyone. Why don't you go through the main entrance?"

  In the dark corner, Klein walked out with his face painted with oil. He looked at the little giant priest in front of him and said:

  "Are you Bishop Utravsky?"

  "I prefer others to call me Father."

  Father Utravsky looked at Klein and said in a flat tone.

  Outside the church, Renekton, who had returned at some point, stood in the shadows in front of the church with Bugs Bunny.

  Renekton was holding a few yellowish papers in his hand. On the papers were painted a black cat with a hat and a bow tie and painted on its face. The black cat was sneaking into a church with the logo of the Church of the Earth.

  "Luckily I noticed Klein coming here, otherwise I would have missed this scene."

  Renekton whispered to himself. He was looking forward to Klein's expression when he found out that Father Utravsky's commission had been completed.

  In the Harvest Church, Father Utravsky, who had been communicating with Klein for a while, asked:

  "What are you doing here?"

  "I heard that you have something to entrust me with. Is the reward still the pharmacist's formula?"

  Klein said bluntly.

  To his surprise, Klein saw Father Utravsky slowly shaking his head:

  "Although I don't know where you heard about it, this commission is no longer available. You're a step too late. I cancelled this commission last week."

  The paint on Klein's face couldn't hide his surprised expression. He complained in his heart that the fat pharmacist was late in getting the news, and then said:

  "Sorry to bother you. I

  'll take my leave first." After saying that, Klein walked out without looking back. After

  leaving the Harvest Church, Klein's expression froze again. He saw Renekton holding several pale yellow papers in the shadow in front of him, and Bugs Bunny standing at his feet, also holding several pale yellow papers.

  "Why are you here?"

  Klein's intuition gave him a hunch that the other party's stay here seemed to be related to him.

  Renekton walked out of the shadows with Bugs Bunny, and said with a smile that could not be concealed on his face:

  "I came to pick up Bugs Bunny, and I just saw you sneaking over here, so I waited for you here for a while."

  Klein looked at him expressionlessly, and he set his sights on the pale yellow paper in his hands and Bugs Bunny's. It was full of a watercolor painting of a black cat with oil paint on its face, a top hat, and a bow tie, and a church with the Holy Emblem of Life painted on it.

  "You are waiting for me here for these paintings!"

  Klein said as if he had seen through everything.

  Renekton handed over the watercolor painting in his hand: "Do you want to see it?"

  "No!" Klein refused without thinking.

  Klein looked at Renekton deeply. He always felt that he was very different from him, which was why he had never revealed his identity as a traverser to him.

  Compared to himself, the other party's mentality was closer to that of Emperor Roselle, and he treated everything as a game.

  Renekton raised his hand and threw all the pale yellow paper in his hand into the spirit world.

  These are all papers torn from the Book Messenger. Anything that appears on them will be recorded by their own Book Messenger. There is no need to worry about losing them.

  "Going back to Minsk Street?" Renekton asked.

  After thinking for a while and finding that he really didn't have anything to do, Klein nodded.

  Renekton held Klein in one hand and Bugs Bunny in the other, stepped into the spirit world, and soon returned to the house at No. 15 Minsk Street.

  When Renekton was about to take Bugs Bunny back to the house across the street, Klein stopped Renekton:

  "Did you complete the commission of Father Utravsky of the Harvest Church?"

  Renekton didn't expect Klein to ask him this question. He thought the other party wanted to ask about clues about the devil. He nodded slightly:

  "Yes, I have a certain connection with the Earth Church. Not long after I came to Backlund, I got the news that Father Utravsky needed help."

  Klein nodded and didn't care about this problem. He just lost an opportunity to obtain the pharmacist's formula. When he wants to train his subordinates or raise an extraordinary animal, he can buy it from him.

  "Last night on the night of the blood moon, someone was killed by that demon again."

  Klein changed the subject.

  Renekton thought for a while after hearing this, then took out the master key he got from Father Utravsky and threw it to Klein.     After taking it, Klein carefully examined the brass-colored, simple-looking key. It was a simple key, with its spirituality completely restrained. It was hard to tell how it was different from an ordinary key.

  "It's called the Master Key. It can open all locks that do not contain mysterious powers, as well as a small number of locks with extraordinary effects."

  "Even in places without locks or doors, it can still open a passage that does not belong to reality, as long as there is no restriction of extraordinary power and the obstacles are not too thick."

  Klein nodded slightly and asked, "What are its negative effects?"

  "It causes the holder to get lost randomly, and after long-term use, they will get lost in more dangerous places." Renekton smiled slightly and continued,

  "As long as you use it frequently, there is a high probability that you will run into the demon's murder scene directly."

  Klein's expression froze slightly, and he wanted to throw the master key in his hand back to Renekton:

  "I don't want to encounter the demon's murder scene. This will only add one more corpse to the scene."

  Renekton looked at Klein meaningfully, and then continued,

  "I can't use it. Ordinary locks and obstacles can't stop me at all. You keep it with you. It doesn't matter whether you use it or not."

  Klein asked with a puzzled expression, "Why? Is there anything special about it?"

  After a little hesitation, Renekton continued:

  "If it's special, there is one thing. It's contaminated by Mr. Men. You can chat with Mr. Men when the moon is full."

  "But I let you hold it so that you can get familiar with it. When you reach Sequence 3, you will have the ability to summon historical projections."

  Klein's eyes lit up. He understood what the other party meant. He no longer had any doubts and took the master key.

  Of course, he just kept it and didn't use it. Whether it was the contamination of Mr. Men or the characteristics that would put the user in dangerous scenes, Klein didn't want to use this master key easily. He didn't want to really run into the demon's murder scene.

  Renekton told Klein the demon's information and reminded him that the demon who committed the serial murder case might have accomplices:

  "It's difficult for demons to control their own desire to kill, especially during rituals. The serial killer has not been exposed for so long, which means that he is likely to have accomplices." "

  And the demon has the ability to sense malicious intent. Once someone has malicious intent towards him, he can quickly lock on to the other party."

  Klein fell silent again. He understood what Renekton meant. It was difficult to capture the demon actively, and he could only wait for him to fall into the trap.

  This meant that this serial murder case was more dangerous than he thought. He regretted accepting the invitation of Detective Isengard Stanton.

  Returning to the house across the street, Renekton found the ingredients and hastily made himself a dinner.

  After dinner, Renekton went up to the bedroom on the second floor and quickly fell asleep in meditation.

  He wanted to try to communicate with the vague figure who called himself Sasriel in his dream. He

  fell asleep in a daze. After an unknown period of time, Renekton felt that the sunlight in front of him was a little dazzling, and his consciousness gradually awakened.

  Renekton looked around curiously. The hazy white light made the surrounding scene look a little blurry. He could only roughly know that he was on a mountaintop by the sea.

  The vague figure with eight pairs of transparent wings composed of light slowly stepped closer in the air. When the figure approached, the other party's voice sounded in Renekton's ears:

  "What do you want to talk to me about?"

  Renekton was stunned for a moment, but thinking that the blood and flesh were parasitic on his left forearm, it was not surprising that he knew some of his thoughts.

  He organized his words a little, and then said:

  "After you return to the status of an angel, will you influence the real Creator in turn and make Him gradually regain sanity?"

  The blurred figure shook his head slightly, and narrated in a flat voice:

  "I can't make Him regain sanity through reverse influence. After all, I am just a clone. If I do this, I will only be assimilated by the madness in Him."

  "But as long as I exist, the real is equivalent to having a perfect anchor. His condition will gradually improve, get rid of madness, and regain sanity."

  Renekton frowned slightly. He felt that the humanity of this clone seemed to be insufficient.

  "The relationship between me and the real is not that independent. In order not to be contaminated by the madness in Him through the connection, I must always remain in a state of sanity."

  The blurred figure seemed to be able to see through Renekton's inner thoughts. Before Renekton asked the question, he had already given an answer.

  "You and... Can I say His name directly here?" Renekton stopped talking and cautiously confirmed with the blurred figure.

  "Okay, Adam cannot see this dream. I didn't expect you to know Adam's identity. Did the Wilderness of Knowledge figure it out? Or did the Key of Light see something from the River of Destiny?" Chapter 157 Conversation

  "Key of Light?" Renekton was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the other party to suddenly mention the Key of Light.

  Recalling that the Wheel of Fortune card was also included in the Blasphemy Cards that the Wilds of Knowledge asked him to collect, Renekton had some guesses in his mind.

  The blurred figure answered every question:

  "There are traces of modification and concealment of your destiny. This degree of modification and concealment can only be done by those of high status in the Path of Destiny."

  "Currently in this world, only Ouroboros and the little snake chased by Him, as well as the Key of Light that is also sealed in the Western Continent like the Wilds of Knowledge, can be considered as true high status."

  "Why don't you think it was Will Auceptin who did it? He still has the uniqueness of the Path of Destiny in his hands."

  Renekton rubbed his chin with his right hand and asked a question casually, while thinking about the alliance between the Key of Light and the Wilds of Knowledge in his heart.

  "If it is Him, then the game between Ouroboros and Him is over now!"

  The blurred figure answered, and then asked:

  "Do you plan to go to the Forsaken Land?"

  "Forsaken Land? Giant King's Court?"

  Renekton asked doubtfully. The Forsaken Land needed him, and Renekton could only think of the Giant King's Court where the first blasphemous slate was placed.

  "Yes, the evil spirit of Sasriel is sleeping there. If I can merge with him, I can restore the identity and status of the Dark Angel."

  "Since you already know Adam's identity, it is no longer a secret. I hope to merge with Him in a rational state, so as to minimize the internal friction between me and Him."

  The right hand that was rubbing his chin paused, and Renekton stared at the blurred figure in front of him. At this moment, his truest thought was to refuse to help the other party.

  Since he came into contact with the other party, Renekton has always had the idea of ​​preventing God from appearing in his heart.

  After a moment of silence, Renekton spoke again:

  "The True Creator is now just an ordinary Sequence 0. Can He still separate the authority and characteristics for you?"

  The fuzzy figure shook his head slightly and gave an answer:

  "If it was just the Hanged Man, of course not, but if I merged with Adam in a better posture, I would not need the complete three copies of Sequence 1 characteristics and uniqueness, which would be more beneficial for controlling the Chaos Sea."

  The answer of the fuzzy figure was quite unexpected. Renekton looked at him in surprise:

  "Are you going to let Adam take the lead?"

  "I am Him, and He is also me." The fuzzy figure did not deny Renekton's words.

  The scene fell silent again. Renekton didn't know whether what the other party said was true or false. The other party had been parasitizing on him in the form of flesh and blood, and perhaps he had discovered his inner thoughts of not wanting God to appear.

  "It's almost dawn."

  "You don't have to give an answer now. When you become a sage, I will ask for your opinion again. Adam has not become a dreamer yet, and you have enough time to consider it."

  After the fuzzy figure finished speaking, the surrounding scene became blurred and gradually disappeared, and Renekton's consciousness fell into sleep again.

  The sky outside the window turned from dark to bright, and Renekton didn't wake up until the sun shone through the window onto the bedroom floor.

  He looked at the sunny sky outside the window, and then he slowly got up from the bed.

  He subconsciously looked at the deep red tattoo of the Hanged Man on his left forearm. The deep red color seemed to be more intense, and it felt like deep red was close to blood.

  "His condition is getting better and better?" Renekton whispered to himself.

  After a quick breakfast, Renekton returned to the study on the second floor and took out another piece of trophy he had obtained from Turner before, two 20-centimeter-long animal tooth daggers.

  During this period of time, Renekton has analyzed all the extraordinary abilities of the animal tooth daggers and developed them into secret techniques.

  "It corresponds to the navigator of the Sailor Path Sequence 7. I don't have much use for it. Should I let Mr. Huang crush it into characteristics, or sell it?"

  Renekton played with the two animal tooth daggers in his hands, thinking about how to deal with this magical item.

  "Click~"

  The door of the study was pushed open from the outside. Klein, who walked in from behind the door, looked at Renekton blankly, then looked at the "door" behind him that had been closed.

  "Lost?"

  Seeing Klein's confused state and the master key in his hand, Renekton could guess what happened.

  "Uh" Klein smiled awkwardly and put away the master key.

  "The master key really can't be used casually. The effect of getting lost is a bit strong. Fortunately, I got lost here in Al. If I had broken into a stranger's house directly, I would have to ask Lawyer Jurgen to come to the police station to rescue me."     Klein muttered to himself for a while, then noticed that Renekton had rolled up his sleeves, and there was a deep red tattoo of a hanged man on his left forearm.

  "What is this?" Klein asked, staring at the tattoo on Renekton's left forearm. The deep red tattoo gave him a very bad feeling, as if it was full of depravity and filth.

  "The flesh and blood that I got from Lanevus before, which carries the divinity of the True Creator, is now parasitic on me."

  "Him? Is he really alive?"

  Klein keenly grasped Renekton's words and asked with a worried look on his face.

  "Yeah." Nodding slightly, Renekton waved his arm to indicate that there was no big problem, and then said:

  "It houses part of the conscious consciousness separated from the True Creator, which is considered an incarnation of Him, calling himself Sasriel. I have temporarily reached a certain cooperation with Him."

  "What cooperation?"

  Klein's brows gradually frowned. Cooperation with an evil god was not a good thing no matter how he thought about it.

  No, the Hidden Sage is also an evil god. If you insist, the Fool above the gray fog can also be included in this. Has this guy fallen into the evil god's nest?

  Without noticing the thoughts that were spreading in Klein's heart, Renekton explained his cooperation with the part of the conscious consciousness of the real creator that was inhabiting him:

  "The Aurora Society will have a plan to let the real creator descend. Our cooperation is to make the Aurora Society's plan succeed, and then kill the part of the real creator that descended."

  Klein stared at Renekton with wide eyes. He was a little suspicious whether the other party was secretly contaminated by the real creator, otherwise why would he agree to this kind of cooperation to let the evil god descend.

  "Are you serious about this cooperation? Kill a descending evil god!"

  Klein stared at Renekton closely, trying to see something from his expression.

  Renekton nodded: "Of course, the True Creator will cooperate in committing suicide, and I will also bring enough helpers."

  "Helpers?" Klein instantly thought of the last time the other party allowed the Hidden Sage to descend briefly: "Do you want the Hidden Sage and the True Creator to have a battle of gods?"

  "How is that possible? The Goddess of Night and the Lord of Storms will not allow such an evil god to descend to Backlund again."

  Renekton waved his hand and said.

  Hearing that it was not a battle between evil gods in Backlund, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes revealed some vigilance when he looked at Renekton.

  After pondering for a long while, he spoke: "Do you feel that your state is not right? For example, your behavior has become radical?"

  Renekton was silent for two seconds, looked at Klein who was staring at him cautiously, and said with a sigh: "Do you suspect that I have been polluted?"

  Before Klein shook his head to deny, Renekton said to himself:

  "I am definitely polluted. I guess I have been marinated by the knowledge wilderness. But you think that my behavior has become radical. It should be affected by the sage characteristics in my body."

  "This is the erosion of human nature by the crazy instincts that come with divinity and characteristics. I don't have the anchor like other angels, so it will be more serious."

  Klein frowned deeper and deeper. He found that his fellow countryman had a lot of problems. It was a miracle that he hadn't lost control until now.

  "It's not a miracle that I didn't lose control. It should be the pollution left by the knowledge wilderness that suppressed all of this."

  Renekton raised his eyebrows. He magically read Klein's inner thoughts. He

  smiled bitterly and said, "Just like this, even if I do nothing, the sage characteristics will continue to merge with me and push my sequence up."

  Klein was silent for a moment, as if he was struggling with something in his heart. After a while, he spoke:

  "Your problems seem to be getting worse and worse. This is my feeling during the time I have been with you. Is there a way to solve it? Or do you need an anchor?"

  "Before passively merging with the corresponding characteristics, actively promote." Renekton said without too much worry.

  "Yeah." Klein just nodded silently after listening, and hesitated for a long time before saying:

  "If Mr. Fool gives you a position as an angel under His seat in advance, can it become your anchor and alleviate your current situation?"

  Renekton was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Klein to say this. He was silent at first, and then laughed:

  "Haha, the idea is good, but does Mr. Fool have believers?"

  Klein hesitated for a moment, wanting to say that he would have some in the future, but he was stunned again: "How do you know that Mr. Fool has no believers?"  Chapter 158 Goodbye Bernadette

  "Uh, have you forgotten that the Reader's Path represents omniscience, and the God of Knowledge can also be called the Omniscient."

  Renekton hesitated for a moment, and then pulled out the God of Knowledge to take the blame.

  "Really?" Klein looked at Renekton with some suspicion. He felt that the other party was fooling him.

  Renekton quickly changed the subject:

  "Do you know Bernadette?"

  Klein nodded: "Roselle's eldest daughter, one of the current four kings of the sea, the 'Mysterious Queen'."

  After the topic was successfully shifted to Bernadette, Renekton breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

  "She is the person I plan to invite to solve the event of the True Creator's coming later."

  Under Klein's puzzled gaze, he continued:

  "She is a Sequence 3 of the Secret Peeper's Path. The ceremony of promotion to the Sage is to prevent a disaster involving high-level power."

  "You want to use the promotion ceremony as a condition to get her help? But she is only a Sequence 3, facing the problem of the evil god's coming. Can it be solved? Or can it be solved without causing a large-scale disaster?"

  Klein was not very confident in Renekton's plan.

  "If you look down on Bernadette, you should look up to Roselle, right?"

  Renekton looked at Klein. This guy had not seen the pile of magical items that Roselle left for his daughter. These items could support an elemental dawn.

  Klein was silent for a moment. It was indeed enviable to have a father who was an emperor. Then he silently changed this sad topic:

  "Do you have a way to contact Bernadette?"

  "I have such a large amount of sage characteristics, and Bernadette is a sequence three of the path of the peeper, and she also carries a seal with sage characteristics."

  Renekton did not finish his words, but Klein already understood what he meant. He asked curiously:

  "Where are you going to meet Bernadette?"

  "Want to have a big meal?" Renekton said something irrelevant.

  Klein was a little surprised, but he nodded. He did not refuse a free big meal. It just so happened that he had not eaten breakfast yet.

  Renekton followed the inspiration in his heart, took two steps forward, and pulled Klein into the spirit world.

  Klein watched the richly colored lines around him, like oil paintings, quickly recede. After a while, the richly colored, layered blocks of color gradually faded, and the surrounding environment turned into a compartment in a high-end restaurant.

  "Intis Serenzo Restaurant, here we have the most authentic Intis cuisine, and there are many signature dishes that are said to have come from the court of Emperor Roselle."

  Renekton introduced it to Klein, who was still observing the surroundings in a daze.

  "Are you looking for me? How did you know I was here?"

  Klein then noticed that he had been ignoring a lady sitting at the table. She was wearing an olive green long skirt and an old-fashioned black soft hat, with a thin veil hanging down to cover her face. All that could be seen

  was a chestnut-colored hair that was long to the waist and naturally draped, and a very well-proportioned figure.

  "Long time no see, Ms. Bernadette. I have the characteristics of a sage. I can probably guess that you have come to Backlund. I just need to follow my intuition and walk around to meet you by chance."

  Renekton bowed to Bernadette who was sitting at the dining table, and then explained why he could accurately find her.

  Bernadette did not hide the surprise in her eyes. Her deep eyes flashed with an imperceptible purple light. She carefully looked at Renekton and Klein beside her.

  Then she frowned slightly. She did not find anything unusual in these two people. She retracted her gaze without leaving a trace, and then said casually:

  "Like the last time we met at sea?"

  "That time was an accident. I thought I would meet the captain, but I met you by accident."

  Renekton explained.

  "Captain?" Bernadette repeated Renekton's address to Cattleya, without commenting, and said,

  "Since you're here, why don't you sit down and try the signature dishes that have been circulated in Roselle's court? I want to hear your comments. This may be an extra benefit for me."

  Renekton and Klein looked at each other, and then took the lead to sit opposite Bernadette. Seeing this, Klein sat down on the chair next to Renekton.

  Bernadette called the waiter in the restaurant and ordered some more dishes in the waiter's surprised eyes.

  The waiter bowed politely and left the room, not forgetting to take another look at Renekton and Klein who had added to the compartment.

  He wondered if he had remembered the number of people wrong, or if he had been distracted at work just now and didn't notice that two more gentlemen had entered this compartment.

  Klein sat aside in embarrassment. He thought the big meal was Renekton's treat, but he didn't expect that the other party brought him to a lady's table to eat, and it was the daughter of the previous time traveler.

  Renekton ignored Klein, who seemed to be somewhat socially anxious, and raised his left hand, rolling up his sleeves to reveal the deep red tattoo on his forearm.

  Bernadette's eyes were attracted by the deep red Hanged Man tattoo, and her eyes gradually became deeper.     After a while, she frowned and wanted to use the power of prophecy to see more things, but her intuitive premonition stopped her from moving.

  Renekton saw Bernadette trying to use prophecy and wanted to stop her, but then he saw Bernadette gave up the attempt and cast an inquiring look at him.

  Renekton coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and then explained:

  "This is a piece of flesh and blood that carries the divinity of the real creator and a small part of the conscious mind. He is temporarily living in my body."

  "The real creator? Are you sure it is a conscious mind?"

  Bernadette said with undisguised doubt.

  Renekton nodded: "I used a special mysterious reappearance."

  He told Bernadette the story of Easter. This is the best way to gain her trust.

  After listening to the story, Bernadette frowned slightly. This story is a bit strange. There is no Easter in this world. At least, based on her experience over the years, she has never heard of it.

  This style is very similar to some stories that Emperor Roselle had told her.

  Bernadette looked at Renekton with some suspicion, but she didn't show it. Instead, she asked,

  "You are only at Sequence 5. You are using the power of the sage like this. Aren't you worried that it will gradually merge with you?"

  "It has already merged with me, so I am so eager to increase my sequence."

  Renekton spread his hands and said helplessly.

  Bernadette stared at Renekton for a long time, and the scene in the compartment fell silent for a while. The waiter brought the dishes that Bernadette had just ordered and left.

  Green pea vines hung down in the compartment, like a scene from a fairy tale.

  Klein looked around curiously. Through his spiritual vision and his own intuition, Klein found that this place had been isolated from the outside world. He

  looked at the mysterious queen opposite him with a wandering look, a little worried that the other party would take a fancy to the sage characteristics of Renekton and kill or rob him.

  "I don't lack this sage characteristic." Bernadette's voice sounded, and her eyes swept across Klein.

  Klein awkwardly wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead.

  He wanted to complain in his heart, how could one or two people read minds, but as soon as this thought came up, he immediately suppressed it.

  Bernadette turned his gaze back to Renekton, and his expression became serious:

  "What is your relationship with the Hidden Sage?"

  "Are you considered a close friend?" Renekton answered in a tone that he was not very sure of.

  Bernadette nodded without comment, and then said:

  "The last time we met, you were still blessed by the God of Knowledge, which is why I agreed to send you to the Future."

  Hearing this, Klein's reaction was greater than Renekton's. He remembered that in the information about the pirate kings and generals on the sea given by Mr. Hanged Man, the mysterious queen and Admiral of the Stars had already broken up.

  The mysterious queen was able to send Al to the Future. She and Admiral of the Stars had never broken up at all? Was this just a show for others to see?

  They had almost concealed it from everyone, including a big force like the Moss Ascetic Order. The waters of the mysterious world are really deep.

  Renekton tried to make his expression more serious, and lowered his voice and said:

  "This is a secret cooperation between the God of Knowledge and the Hidden Sage. This is a real secret, so please don't leak this information, at least before the God War comes."

  "God War?" Bernadette's tone also became serious.

  Renekton nodded slightly:

  "Yes, God War, a God War involving many parties, and the True Creator is one of the allies that need to be won over."

  Renekton said words that could not be considered lies. Only by making the matter serious enough could Bernadette feel that she knew too much and was forced to participate in it.

  Bernadette had already frowned. She had the urge to throw these two guys out immediately. If she continued to talk about this topic, she would have to choose a camp.

  The next moment, Bernadette's eyes flashed and became extremely deep, like the sea before a storm. In this case, she obviously lost focus and her eyes were blank.

  Bernadette wanted to get a glimpse of the future through prophecy to help herself make a choice.

  She saw a very blurry figure, so blurry that no details or image could be seen.

  He also saw herself. Unexpectedly, He had no malice and was even very friendly.

  The scene was gone in a flash, and a line of blood and tears flowed from the corners of Bernadette's eyes.

  Bernadette understood something in her heart. The Him she saw just now was a hermit! But not a hidden sage! Chapter 159 Three Options

  Bernadette sat in a chair and rested for a while. After she felt herself recovering, she reached out and wiped the blood from the corners of her eyes.

  The look she gave Renekton was somewhat ambiguous. What she was sure of was that the very vague figure she had spied was the Hermit. This was the perception of her own path as a prophet.

  "Did He let me see it on purpose?"

  This was the only reason Bernadette could think of for seeing that figure.

  What really puzzled Bernadette was that He was not the Hidden Sage.

  Was Sequence 0 of the Hermit Path actually occupied by someone else in the end?

  Bernadette even suspected that the other party might be her father.

  She knew that her father had been the Knowledge Emperor of Sequence 1, and she hoped that her father was not really dead.

  Renekton and Klein looked at each other and said nothing. Bernadette obviously saw something through the prophecy.

  Bernadette reorganized her thoughts, looked at Renekton with a scrutinizing look and said,

  "You should know that the Dawn of Elements has been fighting against the Moss Ascetic Order."

  She picked up the teacup on the table, drank a sip of tea to moisten her throat, and organized her words in her mind, and then said,

  "These things have nothing to do with the Moss Ascetic Order. They are not collaborators, nor are they included."

  Seeing Bernadette's interest in this, Renekton continued,

  "The Hidden Sage relies on the uniqueness of instinctive actions most of the time, so he will act crazy, but he can get out of this state when he needs it."

  Bernadette listened quietly, and she did not interrupt Renekton.

  The relationship between the Hidden Sage and the Moss Ascetic Order is indeed very delicate. Although the Moss Ascetic Order believes in the Hidden Sage, the Hidden Sage rarely responds to them. He just keeps chasing every secret peeker.

  After making some guesses and thoughts in her mind, Bernadette nodded slightly and said:

  "Tell me the reason why you came to me. I think it should be related to the opportunity you mentioned."

  "Yes." Hearing Bernadette's words, Renekton knew that the other party had made a choice. His eyes lit up and he immediately nodded in response:

  "The Aurora Society will plan an event for the True Creator to descend in December of this year. At that time, the True Creator will descend as an incarnation of Sequence Two."

  "Kill this incarnation before the night and the storm react, and you can complete the promotion ceremony."

  Unexpectedly, Bernadette did not show much reaction, but just said lightly:

  "What is your plan?"

  "The incarnation of the True Creator will actively seek death. What we have to do is to kill Him in the shortest time possible."

  "I will pray to the Hidden Sage in advance, and let Him temporarily increase your strength to the level of Sequence Two. It can only be Sequence Two. If it is more, your own will will inevitably be assimilated."

  Bernadette's eyes flashed, and she looked at Renekton playfully and said:

  "Why not raise your strength to Sequence 2?"

  "I will also call upon the power of the sages for a short time, and the cost will be borne by the clone of the true creator who resides in me!"

  Renekton directly stated the agreement between himself and the clone of the true creator.

  "No wonder He wants to reside in you."

  Bernadette nodded slightly, without questioning the plan. Since he had come to me, he must have taken the seals he held into account.

  The two sages, plus the seals he held in his hands, and the other party was also blessed by the God of Knowledge, were indeed capable of killing an incarnation of the evil god who actively sought death in a short period of time.

  The premise was that the incarnation of the evil god really wanted to die.

  "If there are no additional changes, I can agree to this plan, but what can you give?"

  Bernadette looked at Renekton with a cunning look.

  "Uh" paused for a moment, Renekton was silent for a while, thinking repeatedly in his mind what could attract Bernadette, and after a moment he said:

  "I can provide three options for you to choose from."

  "Oh?" Bernadette looked at Renekton in surprise.

  The other party meant that there were three kinds of rewards that could satisfy her?

  Klein on the side also looked at Renekton in surprise. He thought that the other party would use the information of Emperor Roselle in exchange, but he didn't expect that the other party would take out several options at once for the mysterious queen to choose.

  Renekton picked up three cups, placed them side by side on the dining table, and then poured black tea into them one by one.

  "The first option is to let the hidden sage mark all the secret peepers of the Dawn of the Elements, and then they will not encounter the problem of knowledge chasing people."

  "But I personally think this plan is not very good. Chasing knowledge and bearing pain can accelerate their growth."

  Renekton said the first plan he could do.

  Klein, who was listening quietly on the side, first raised a question:

  "Why not let the hidden sage reduce the danger of knowledge chasing people? Isn't this better?"

  Bernadette also looked at Renekton, waiting for his answer.

  After taking a sip of the tea he had poured, Renekton continued, "Knowledge is not something that can be obtained without effort. This goes against the essence of the pursuit of knowledge."

  Bernadette nodded in agreement, "What are the other two options?"

  Klein looked at the mysterious queen in confusion and couldn't help asking,

  "Don't you consider this option?"

  If the situation of knowledge chasing people can be avoided, it should be a good thing for Dawn, who has the path to the secret peepers.

  Bernadette smiled slightly, "I am also interested in the other two options that can be put together."

  Renekton continued to pour tea into the cup and said,

  "A feature of the Emperor of Knowledge, of course not now, it will take a long time, most likely when the end of the world comes. If you choose this feature, you have chosen a camp. It is recommended that you think carefully before making a decision."

  Without waiting for the mysterious queen to wonder where the feature of the Emperor of Knowledge came from, he continued to speak out the third option,

  "The third option is some information about Emperor Roselle."     Bernadette's eyes became extremely deep again, and she obviously lost focus. Her eyes were blank.

  After a moment, she returned to normal, frowned slightly, and then relaxed again.

  She picked up the third cup filled with tea by Renekton, took a sip of the tea, and then said:

  "I choose the third option."

  Renekton nodded without being too surprised:

  "I can tell you about Roselle now. Roselle became a god in the end, but was then killed by the Eternal Sun."

  "But he, um, should I say "He", jumped to the Black Emperor Path. The special thing about this path is that you can return after death, as long as there is no new Black Emperor born."

  "He's not dead yet!?"

  Bernadette stood up suddenly, her tone was very excited, and the green pea vines around her kept shaking, as if dancing in the wind.

  Renekton and Klein lowered their heads silently, waiting for the mysterious queen to calm down.

  After a while, everything around them calmed down, and Bernadette's tone returned to the calmness of the past:

  "Are there any more news? We can make another deal."

  "Not yet, this information is still from the All-Knowing One."

  Renekton shook his head and stopped revealing Roselle's information, while at the same time throwing the blame on the God of Knowledge.

  "All-Knowing?" Bernadette murmured a few words, and then continued to ask:

  "Since he can still come back, why is there no movement after so long?"

  "Maybe something went wrong, but as long as the mausoleum of the Black Emperor is still there, as long as a certain amount of the order he established remains, he can return from death."

  Renekton shook his head and told Bernadette the conditions for the Black Emperor's resurrection.

  Bernadette was silent for a moment, as if she was thinking about something. After a while, she continued,

  "An invisible creature that roams in the upper realm, a strange spirit that is friendly to humans, and a messenger that belongs exclusively to Bernadette Gustav."

  "This is the summoning spell of my messenger. Remember to write to me one week in advance for your next move."

  The green pea vines around her shrank back one by one, and the surrounding scene turned into a partition in the restaurant again. Various sounds outside the partition came clearly.

  Bernadette's figure opposite the dining table also disappeared along with the pea vines.

  "Gone?"

  "Then it's time for us to enjoy breakfast now."

  Renekton didn't care too much about Bernadette's departure.

  Since the cooperation has been negotiated and the information of Emperor Roselle has been known, Bernadette must go back to organize people to investigate the location of Roselle's secret mausoleum.

  "Do you think the mysterious queen has paid?"

  Klein asked Renekton, who was happily eating breakfast.

  Renekton waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. I don't mind this little money. "

  Rekton tasted the milk that had been boiled with strange ingredients, and then silently put the cup of milk away.

  Klein took a deep breath, and he felt his poverty again.

  Then he began to taste the rich breakfast here.

  "By the way, what do you think of the Hidden Sage?"

  Klein asked his own question while eating breakfast.

  He didn't know much about the Hidden Sage. The information he got from Old Neil's experience and the files of the church made him classify the Hidden Sage into the camp of evil gods.

  Renekton said without hesitation: "My personal view on knowledge is: everything is a question, and everything must have an answer."

  "The Hidden Sage is like a pure embodiment of knowledge. He has almost no desires and emotions. He just follows his instinct to collect and spread knowledge."

  "Personalized knowledge?" Klein seemed to be wondering, and seemed to be talking to himself.

  Then he thought about the information he knew about the Hidden Sage. Except for the extraordinary people who peeped into the secret path of the people, the Hidden Sage never took the initiative to talk to other people.

  "Then why did he become an evil god? "Klein asked the question in his mind.

  "Except for the gods believed in by the seven major orthodox churches, the others are collectively called evil gods. It has nothing to do with whether they are good or bad."

  After a pause, he added: "It is somewhat related. Those guys rejected by the seven gods all have their own problems. None of them can be considered normal." Chapter 160: New Members of the Tarot Club

  After having a hearty breakfast at the Intis Serenzo Restaurant, Renekton dragged Klein back to the house at 15 Minsk Street.

  As soon as he stepped out of the spirit world, Renekton sighed,

  "Bernadette is quite nice. She even paid for us."

  Klein nodded in agreement, especially after he saw the bill that the waiter brought up at the end, which was nearly a hundred pounds.

  Klein glanced at Renekton and spoke his mind:

  "I didn't expect that the feast you mentioned was actually taking me to eat for free, and it was a lady's meal!"

  "I just had a hunch that I would meet Bernadette there. As for the free meal, it was an accident. I was planning to treat you myself."

  After a slight pause, Renekton deliberately lowered his voice and continued:

  "Do you think Bernadette would not shield the aggregation effect between the Beyonder characteristics? Not to mention her, the sage characteristics in me are covered by the secrets left by the God of Knowledge and the Hidden Sage."

  "Then how did we run into her directly?"

  Klein's expression became a little strange after hearing this. After experiencing the arrangement of 0-08, he had a certain shadow on all coincidences.

  Renekton shook his head: "I don't know, but the problem should be on me."

  "On you?" Klein asked back with some doubt.

  "Yes, this is not the first time. I found that I have incredible influence on the Secret Peer Path. Of course, it may be my illusion."

  Recalling all the experiences he had in this world, Renekton explained:

  "When I went to sea on the Future, I accidentally mentioned the Mysterious Queen. As a result, I met her directly and successfully boarded the Future."

  "I subconsciously rejected the Moss Ascetic Order in my heart, and I have only seen corpses of the Extraordinary people of the Secret Peer Path except for the Admiral of the Star and the Mysterious Queen."

  Klein was stunned when he heard it. If the other party was not thinking too much, he would also feel a little horrified.

  He, who was closely connected with Sefirah Castle, only showed extraordinary cohesion, and had not yet demonstrated this kind of influence that he would not encounter anyone he did not want to see.

  "Maybe it's just a coincidence." After hesitating for a moment, Klein said a comforting word.

  "Maybe." Renekton nodded slightly, then turned to look at Klein and said in a self-deprecating tone:

  "In fact, sometimes I doubt whether I am still myself or whether I have changed my personality when I was contaminated like Roselle."

  The words that Klein wanted to comfort were stuck in his throat. When the other party said this in such a calm tone, Klein doubted whether it was really the case.

  Klein hesitated and made a suggestion: "I will do a divination for you?"

  "What do you think will happen if I give myself a psychological hint now, so that I can believe from the bottom of my heart that I will meet a Beyonder who can see the secrets of the human path next?"

  Renekton did not respond to Klein's suggestion, but changed the topic to other aspects.

  "My advice is not to try it."

  Klein said expressionlessly. He had a hunch that he should not let the other party do this.

  With a pout, Renekton waved his hand and prepared to leave:

  "Remember my amethyst ring. Ask Mr. Fool to make it into a spell for me, or just crush it into a property."

  "Okay." Klein nodded expressionlessly, and was relieved when he saw Renekton disappear from the room.

  Lying on the sofa in the living room, Klein rubbed his temples:

  "How can I fool Al? Tomorrow is Monday, and he doesn't look like he can be fooled by me at all!"

  After getting the amethyst ring, Klein had already tried to use the properties above the gray fog to make it into a spell, but found that it didn't work at all. Although he could see the doom entangled on the amethyst ring above the gray fog, he didn't know how to pry it and use it.

  "Maybe I can really try to pray to the goddess. She is the queen of misfortune and fear!" Klein muttered to himself. Once

  this idea came up, it was difficult to suppress it, and it could also test the goddess' attitude towards him.

  Thinking of this, Klein quickly went up to the second floor, prepared all the ritual materials, and arranged a ceremony.

  With a snap of his fingers, the candles that had been placed lit automatically. Klein dripped two drops of night vanilla essential oil into the candle flame. The flames flickered and the room was filled with the scent of night vanilla.

  After Klein was ready, he stepped back and chanted in ancient Hermetic language:

  "Goddess of the Night, who is higher than the starry sky and longer than eternity, you are the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets, the Queen of Disaster and Fear, the Lord of Sleep and Silence."

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

  "Night vanilla! The herb of the night."

  As the spell was chanted, the light in the room dimmed silently, and the surrounding environment became silent, with only the sound of the flames flickering in the ears.

  Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up in the room, the flames kept swaying, and the materials prepared in the room began to be rolled up, following an invisible whirlwind and spinning in the air.     Next to the amethyst ring on the ground, a spell with a dark black background and bright embellishments slowly took shape and lay quietly on the ground.

  "The goddess really responded to me!" Klein sighed with a complicated tone.

  His prayer was responded to by the goddess, which meant that he had entered the goddess's vision. Fortunately, the goddess had no hostility towards him.

  Time quickly came to the next day, another Monday afternoon. Renekton sat in the armchair in the study, waiting for today's Tarot Club.

  After Cattleya told him the formula of the Wind-loving One's potion through the messenger this morning, Renekton prayed directly to the Fool and asked him to pass it on to the Hanged Man Alger.

  In less than an hour, Renekton received 2,000 pounds from the Hanged Man classmate, as well as the diary page of Roselle that said "The taste of witch is really good."

  At three o'clock in the afternoon, Backlund time, Renekton's vision was a little dazed, and gray mist filled the surroundings. Blurred figures appeared in the magnificent ancient palace at the same time.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

  Miss Justice was the first to stand up and greet the Fool.

  Then Miss Justice cast her eyes on the second lady in the Tarot Club who was sitting on the same side as her. She did not hide her curiosity and asked with a smile:

  "Who is this?"

  Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the top, looked around leisurely and said:

  "This is Miss Magician, our new member."

  Miss Justice greeted Miss Magician with a sense of responsibility and introduced the other members around to the new member:

  "I am Justice, and the ones over there are Mr. Hanged Man and Mr. Sun."

  Miss Magician, who had just joined the Tarot Club, observed each person in turn as Miss Justice introduced them:

  Miss Justice was a young, elegant, very friendly and warm-hearted lady; Mr. Hanged Man had the aura that he should be the leader of a certain force; Mr. Sun looked like an ordinary boy, except for his figure, a Feysac man? Mr. White Tower, why does he feel as lazy as I do at home? At such a serious and high-end gathering, people are either stupid or powerful; Mr. World is quite gloomy and you can tell at a glance that he is not someone you can easily mess with.

  Fors used her imagination to the fullest and labeled each member of the Tarot Club with her own labels.

  While Fors was observing everyone, others were also observing Fors, especially Miss Audrey, who was a spectator and had already guessed Fors's identity.

  There was no Roselle diary today, so Miss Justice was the first to speak:

  "Mr. Baita, I have already found my favorite designer to make the clothes for the small animals you need. I will urge her to complete the production within the next two weeks."

  "Okay, thank you very much!"

  Renekton sat up straight when Miss Justice mentioned him, nodded to her and leaned back on the high-back chair again.

  "Small animals? Custom clothes?"

  Fors was extremely confused. Is it really appropriate to discuss such things at such a high-end gathering?

  As a spectator, Miss Justice was keenly aware of the doubts of the newly joined Miss Magician, and explained in a joking tone:

  "This is the reward Mr. Baita offered after answering some of my doubts last time. He wants to customize some clothes for the extraordinary animals he raises."

  "Extraordinary animals!" Magician Fors repeated in a low voice.

  He felt complicated. While he was still running around for the potion materials of Sequence Eight, others were already so extravagant as to feed potions to their pets.

  "Is he also a noble like Viscount Greylint, or from a wealthy family?" Fors labeled Renekton as rich in his heart.

  Seeing that no one else was communicating, the Hanged Man Alger raised his hand slightly and said:

  "I need the crystal feathers of the Blue Shadow Falcon and the clues of the Dragon Eye Sea Eagle. I wonder if anyone of you has them?"

  Alger deliberately made the clues of the main materials of the Wind-Favored One vague, so that even if the World and Miss Justice could guess that this was the main material of the Wind-Favored One, they would not be able to know what the real main material is without more specific information.

  The Hanged Man mainly focused on Little Sun and Renekton. Little Sun was in Silver City, where there were many extraordinary creatures.

  As for Renekton of the White Tower, since he was able to obtain the formula of the potion of the Wind-loving One, he probably also had channels to obtain the corresponding materials.

  But the result was somewhat beyond the expectations of the Hanged Man Alger. No one present responded to his needs.

  Everyone looked at each other for a while, and finally Klein controlled the trumpet world and said hoarsely:

  "I'll keep an eye on it for you."

  Renekton echoed, and the others said the same thing.

  Seeing this scene, the Hanged Man Alger sighed helplessly in his heart.

  It seems that I still have to look for it myself. The other members don't look like they are at sea, and the probability of encountering these two materials is not too high.