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 Chapter 171 Premonition and Opportunity

  Klein did not come up with a reasonable explanation, but Renekton just waved his hand casually and skipped the topic. After

  adjusting his expression, Renekton pretended to be curious and asked:

  "What is the path of the Blasphemous Card?"

  Seeing that the other party did not intend to investigate how he did those things last night, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled and said:

  "You mentioned before, the Black Emperor Path."

  "The Black Emperor's promotion ceremony is to have his own country, to have his own name and the title of Emperor linked together, and become common knowledge among the people."

  "In addition, it is necessary to establish a set of strict and complex but abnormal rules to drive the people to build nine pyramid-like mausoleums, and then enter one of them, and take the Sequence 0 potion in the corresponding sacrificial ceremony scattered in different cities participated by most of the people."

  Renekton pretended to hear it for the first time, nodded, and his eyes showed a little surprise.

  Then he added:

  "The Black Emperor's path is good at bending the rules and using the rules. The Black Emperor's ability to resurrect may be to exploit the loophole of death."

  Klein nodded in agreement. He felt that this speculation made sense.

  Renekton did not speak again. He sat quietly in the chair with his eyes closed, waiting for Klein to finish his breakfast.

  Klein also saw that the other party seemed to be waiting for him, so he slightly sped up his breakfast.

  After enjoying his breakfast, Klein looked at Renekton curiously and asked:

  "What do you have to do today?"

  "No." Renekton shook his head slightly, and then said:

  "What are your plans today? I have some hunches. I should follow you during this period."

  "Huh? Follow me? Why?"

  Klein asked in confusion.

  Renekton rubbed his chin with his right hand, pretending to think and said:

  "Some hunches, I don't know why, I can only say it is an intuition of the future."

  "Dong! Dong!" There was a knock on the door.

  Klein got up to open the door. As soon as his hand touched the door handle, the scene outside the door appeared in his mind.

  An old man with white hair and beard, wearing a simple brown robe, stood outside the door with his eyes closed.

  Klein recognized him. He was the neighbor who often visited Renekton, Mr. Destiny.

  Klein subconsciously glanced at Renekton. He felt that the old man was still here to see him.

  After turning the doorknob and opening the door, Klein politely stepped aside, made room, and invited the other party in:

  "Good morning, Mr. Destiny."

  "Good morning, Mr. Detective."

  Renekton, who was sitting on a chair in the dining room, was slightly stunned when he saw that it was Destiny who came in, and soon associated it with his premonition.

  "Destiny?" Renekton whispered softly.

  Although Destiny closed his eyes, his pace was not affected at all. It seemed that he didn't have to worry about kicking or tripping over something and falling because of closing his eyes.

  "I feel the trajectory of destiny. Although it is not clear yet, I feel it. That may be the opportunity to advance to Sequence 3. It is getting closer and closer."

  Destiny talked about the reason for coming here, and his tone gradually became excited.

  Renekton pulled a chair in front of him and asked curiously:

  "Today?"

  Destiny shook his head and replied:

  "No, I don't know, maybe not, but I have made all the preparations, except for this last opportunity."

  Klein closed the door and walked over, asking curiously:

  "What opportunity? The ceremony of promotion?"

  Destiny nodded, then shook his head again. After a short silence, he said:

  "The sequence three of the path of destiny is called Chaos Walker. The opportunity I need is the best time for me to take the potion to promote, and it is also a ceremony."

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and said not surprisingly:

  "When you find this opportunity, the ceremony will naturally begin or appear?"

  "Yes." Destiny nodded in response.

  Klein, who heard this, pondered for a moment, and then said with emotion:

  "Promotion in the path of destiny depends entirely on luck, right?"

  "You can say that." Destiny nodded in agreement.

  Renekton sat on the side leaning against the dining table. He was a little confused as to why Destiny could sense the opportunity for his promotion now. Renekton initially thought that the other party's promotion would have to wait until the big smog incident.     Doesn't a large-scale chaos need to be the trigger for the promotion of a Chaos Walker?

  After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't come to a conclusion.

  Renekton simply stood up and said to Klein:

  "What are you going to do today? I'll follow you."

  Klein looked at Renekton and then at Destiny beside him. He felt that he would become a three-person group today.

  After hesitating for a while, Klein still told his original travel plan for today:

  "I plan to go to the Krag Club in the morning."

  Renekton nodded slightly, and at the same time wondered in his heart whether his premonition was pointing to Will.

  Following Klein to the Krag Club, Renekton and Destiny soon became new members of the club with the help of the gold pound and Destiny's luck.

  After chatting with his friends in the club for a while, Klein went to the shooting range to practice shooting.

  Renekton and Destiny each took a cup of coffee, found a seat and sat down, quietly waiting for things to unfold.

  Waiting quietly is not Renekton's character. After sitting in the seat for a long time, Renekton felt bored.

  Destiny seemed to have long been accustomed to this state of quietly waiting for things to happen. He sat on the sofa very quietly. Renekton even thought that he had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

  Reaching out and tapping the empty coffee cup twice, Renekton sighed:

  "If I had known it would be so boring, I would have brought two books out to read."

  "If you want to read, maybe you should go to the library."

  A middle-aged man with a cane passed by and paused for a moment when he heard Renekton's words, and then smiled and continued.

  Renekton turned his head to look over, and a purple halo flashed in his eyes inadvertently, but it was only a flash and did not attract the attention of the middle-aged man opposite.

  Although he didn't notice anything unusual from the other party, Renekton still invited him to sit down and chat for a while:

  "There don't seem to be many seats around. If you don't mind, you can sit here. It just so happens that no one is talking to me, which makes me a little bored."

  "Haha! I used to think that people who like reading should like quiet and solitude, but it seems that you are not like that."

  The middle-aged man said something, and then leaned his crutches against the sofa, as if he didn't want to walk a few more steps with the crutches.

  Renekton smiled and responded:

  "I only like quiet when I am immersed in books. The rest of the time I still prefer something more lively."

  Destiny, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa with his eyes closed, had turned his head at some point. Although he still closed his eyes, Renekton felt that the other party could see him with his eyes closed. He

  closed his eyes and stared at the middle-aged man sitting on the other side of the sofa. After a long while, he spoke:

  "Sir, your luck doesn't seem to be very good recently?"

  Renekton looked at Destiny, and then fell on the middle-aged man he invited. Renekton was basically sure of the other party's identity.

  Dr. Allen Kress, the father that Will chose for his future restart.

  Allen hesitated and glanced at Destiny, who had his eyes closed. He had thought that the old man had fallen asleep on the sofa.

  Renekton spoke up to vouch for Destiny:

  "You can trust the judgment of Mr. Destiny. He has an extraordinary understanding of fate."

  "Really?" There was still obvious hesitation in Dr. Allen's eyes, but after struggling for a long time, he decided to trust the other party temporarily.

  Anyway, he was so unlucky, he couldn't be deceived again!

  "I have been unlucky for a long time."

  Dr. Allen rubbed his forehead and responded, and then hesitantly asked:

  "Mr. Destiny, do you have any opinion on this?"

  Renekton also looked at Destiny curiously. He was looking forward to what kind of explanation the other party would give.

  "This is a deal. The ups and downs of fate are normal. When your luck drops to a certain level, it will recover and get better."

  "Deal?" Renekton murmured. He had already guessed in his heart that Will, who was being chased too closely by Ouroboros, was now preparing to restart.

  "This?"

  Dr. Allen shook his head in disappointment. He thought the old man would say something to clear his doubts, but he just comforted himself.

  Renekton stared at Destiny. Since the other party saw the deal, he should know more, but he didn't say anything.

  After a little hesitation, Renekton still asked:

  "Mr. Destiny, don't you want to meet your former Speaker?"

  "I have withdrawn from the School of Life, and I don't want to participate in the competition of the Wheel of Fortune. I came to Backlund just for that opportunity."

  Destiny shook his head slightly, his attitude was very clear.

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  "Please help Dr. Allen solve his luck problem. After

  all, it's not a good idea to keep having bad luck like this." Renekton asked Destiny, then turned to look at Dr. Allen and said:

  "Mr. Destiny can solve your bad luck problem, but as a price..."

  "How much does it cost?" Dr. Allen interrupted Renekton.

  He had already regarded Renekton and Destiny as fraudsters in his heart, but because he had been tortured by bad luck for too long, he still wanted to hear what the other party would do.

  Renekton waved his hand: "No money."

  "Just treat it as a gift for your future child."

  Destiny unexpectedly said this.

  "Future child?" Dr. Allen looked puzzled, but unfortunately no one at the scene gave him an answer.

  Renekton glanced at Destiny. He didn't expect that the other party would guess Will Auceptin's plan to restart so easily.

  Renekton didn't want to interfere in the fight between Will and Ouroboros, and now he still had part of the consciousness of the real creator in his body, and Will didn't dare to see him at all.

  Thinking that Will would avoid him now, Renekton felt that he had come out for nothing today.

  "Or, is my premonition pointing to something else?"

  Renekton pondered for a moment, but couldn't think of anything else that could inspire his inspiration.

  Doctor Allen looked at Renekton and Destiny, who were both lost in thought, and finally said goodbye politely, leaning on his crutches to find other familiar people to chat.

  After Doctor Allen left, Renekton asked curiously:

  "Mr. Destiny, have you helped him dispel the bad luck?" Destiny

  closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, then explained:

  "He can't be said to be tainted with bad luck, but his own luck is a little insufficient, and I have made up for it for him."

  "Although it's not enough to make him lucky, it won't be too unlucky."

  Renekton nodded thoughtfully and said nothing more.

  It was really boring to sit like this, so he simply went to the waiter to ask for a set of flying chess.

  "Thanks to Emperor Roselle, my life is not so boring!"

  After thanking Roselle for the flying chess, Renekton invited Destiny to play chess with him.

  While playing chess, Renekton felt what fate favored him.

  After playing for a while, Renekton changed the flying chess to Intis chess, not for anything else, just because chess is not affected by so many luck factors.

  When Klein came back after finishing the shooting practice at the shooting range, he saw Renekton and Mr. Destiny, who had been closing his eyes, playing cards.

  There were several kinds of chess and cards on the table next to them. It seemed that the two of them played all of them, and there were many people watching.

  Klein walked a few steps closer and asked curiously:

  "Why are you playing cards?"

  "I'm bored, I want to challenge fate."

  Renekton casually drew a card and said.

  "Challenge fate?" Klein asked in confusion.

  "Sherlock, are these two your friends?"

  Talim, who introduced Klein to the Krag Club, stepped aside to make room for Klein, and then said in an exaggerated tone:

  "You don't know how lucky this old gentleman is. He can get whatever he wants. He has never lost a game, whether it's chess or cards, as long as it has something to do with luck."

  Klein nodded politely and said, "Yes, the old gentleman has always had good luck."

  He is a Beyonder of the Destiny Path!

  Dr. Allen, who was also watching Rekton and Destiny playing cards, heard that Klein and Destiny knew each other, so he leaned on his crutches and called Klein aside to talk alone.

  Dr. Allen told Klein everything he had experienced during this period and what Mr. Destiny had just said, wanting to seek the detective's opinion.

  "Sherlock, are you familiar with Mr. Destiny? Do you think his words are credible?"

  "I didn't want to believe this at first, but I just watched them play cards and chess. To be honest, I even suspected that they were the kind of wizards who mastered mysterious powers."

  Doctor Allen said in a tone of disbelief.

  Klein made a thoughtful expression, thinking about how to make all this seem reasonable and make Doctor Allen believe it.

  After thinking for a moment, Klein coughed lightly and said:

  "Ahem! Doctor Allen, Mr. Destiny does have an extraordinary understanding of fate. I think you can trust his judgment."

  "You can observe for two more days to see if your luck has improved, and then decide whether to think of other ways."

  Doctor Allen smiled bitterly: "That's right, anyway, I have been unlucky for such a long time, and it doesn't matter if I lose one or two days."

  After comforting Doctor Allen, Klein went to the cafeteria to get some food for today's lunch.

  Not long after Klein sat at the table, Renekton and Destiny came over with a portion of food each, and sat under the table.

  Klein glanced at Destiny, who had his eyes closed but looked no different from someone with his eyes open, and asked with some curiosity,

  "Mr. Destiny, is there anything wrong with Dr. Allen's sudden bad luck?"

  Destiny answered while eating lunch,

  "No problem, it's just that someone asked him for some help. I gave him some luck, and he won't be unlucky in the future."     "Why would seeking some help make people's luck worse?"

  Klein was even more confused.

  Destiny said with some emotion:

  "Every gift from fate requires a price. The doctor is just paying some price in advance. The gift from fate will come slowly in the future."

  Klein nodded, not quite understanding. Seeing that Destiny had no intention of continuing to talk, he stopped asking.

  "What are you going to do this afternoon?" Renekton asked Klein about his afternoon plans.

  "Go to the circus to watch a show." Klein answered his afternoon plans.

  Renekton closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. He no longer had the wonderful premonition that he had in the morning. He didn't know whether he had missed it or had already encountered it.

  Destiny also spoke at this time:

  "I'm going back. I've consumed too much luck today. It's not suitable for me to go out again."

  Renekton and Klein looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

  "Doctor Allen?" Renekton said thoughtfully.

  Destiny nodded slightly: "I gave him most of the luck I have accumulated over the years, hoping to exchange it for useful information for me."

  "Is there any special reason why Dr. Allen's luck suddenly turned bad?"

  The conversation between Renekton and Destiny made Klein now doubt whether Dr. Allen's luck had turned bad, whether it was affected by higher-level things in the path of fate.

  Destiny did not answer this question, but just ate the lunch on his plate silently.

  Renekton thought for a while and said, "He met a guy who was unlucky before."

  After lunch at the Krag Club, Destiny and Renekton said goodbye and left in a carriage.

  After watching Destiny leave, Klein turned his head and looked at Renekton and asked:

  "Are you still going to the circus with me?"

  Renekton shook his head: "Why not? I also want to relax. There has been no progress in digesting potions recently, which makes me feel overwhelmed."

  "How do you need to act to digest your potions?"

  Klein asked very curiously.

  Since he met him, he has not seen any behavior that looks like acting from him.

  "As a mystic instructor, the most important thing to do is of course to develop various mystic arts and spread them out."

  Rekton explained casually, and then stopped a carriage on the side of the road.

  The two took the carriage to a circus near Tussock in the Cherwood District.

  Today was not a special day, and there was no holiday. There were not many guests in the circus, and even the clowns seemed listless.

  The two went to the theater in the circus to buy tickets and then went in to watch the performance.

  On the stage in the theater, a trainer was commanding a black bear, a tiger with yellow and black stripes, and a sitting curly-haired baboon.

  Klein and Rekton found a seat and sat down, watching the performance on the stage quietly.

  The trainer waved the whip in his hand and ordered the black bear to do a clumsy somersault.

  "Hey! This guy wanted to slap you just now!"

  A chubby-faced man in his thirties sitting in the front suddenly shouted at the trainer.

  The not-so-large audience in the venue laughed at this scene.

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at the black bear, then at the chubby man, and whispered, "Beast Trainer!"

  "Beast Trainer?" Klein thought Renekton was talking about the beast trainer who was performing on the stage.

  The chubby-faced man in his thirties suddenly shouted at the stage again:

  "That curly-haired baboon wants to catch you and use you as a cushion!"

  Klein quietly opened his spiritual vision and observed the aura colors of the beast trainer on the stage and the three animals.

  The emotional colors of the three animals were indeed very unstable, and it seemed that if they were stimulated a little more, they might explode.

  Klein wanted to ask Renekton whether the beast trainer he just mentioned was the one performing on the stage or the one who looked like he was sabotaging the stage off the stage.

  Then he heard the other party whispering softly:

  "I'm thinking of what kind of secret arts I'll develop later!"

  Klein turned his head curiously and asked:

  "What kind of secret arts are you going to develop?"

  Renekton raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said:

  "The type of emotions and desires!"

  "The spell knowledge recorded in the Church of Knowledge is relatively small in this area. If I can develop some secret arts in this area, I can almost digest the remaining potions in my body." Chapter 173 A Request for Help from Miss Sharon

  In the study, Renekton held a ball of demonic properties that blended red and light blue.

  The blue-white light lingered in his eyes, and even the eyeballs could not be seen. There was a trembling Bugs Bunny next to him.

  He sighed softly, leaned back on the chair, waved his hand and said:

  "Okay, let's stop here for today."

  Bugs Bunny immediately fled from the study.

  Glancing at the open door, Renekton put the properties in his hand back into the iron cigarette box and sealed it with the spiritual wall.

  "It seems that I still have to use the properties of the apostle of desire or the main material of the potion. The manifestation of the devil in terms of desire is more affected by itself."

  "Besides, Bugs Bunny is too timid. I can't tell whether the fear and anxiety on his body are the influence of the demonic properties or his own simple fear."

  Muttering to himself, Renekton threw the special cigarette box with the properties on the locker close to the wall.

  He looked down at the door. Someone was about to knock on it.

  Renekton walked to the door of the study and closed it with his hand.

  The blue-white light in his eyes lingered again. Renekton slowly released his spirituality and drew a symbol of "door" on the door.

  Layers of water rippled, and the door of the study and the door of the living room downstairs were magically connected.

  He took two steps back and the door was pushed open from the opposite side.

  Klein and the illusory and transparent Miss Sharon walked in from the other side of the door.

  "Is this the ability of the master key?" Klein turned back curiously and looked at the door behind him that had returned to normal.

  Renekton nodded slightly: "Almost. I made adjustments based on the ability of the Master Key."

  He answered Klein's question, and then turned his attention to Miss Sharon:

  "What do you want to see me for?"

  Miss Sharon, who was pale but delicate, stared at Renekton quietly, slowly opened her mouth, and said in a calm voice without any waves:

  "I want to ask you to provide some help!"

  "Help? The Rose School's indulgence faction is chasing us?"

  When Renekton saw Miss Sharon appear, he basically guessed what it was. Sharon,

  who was wearing a small black soft hat, nodded slightly, acknowledging Renekton's words, and then said calmly:

  "Among the people who came to hunt me, there is a Sequence Five. He has a seal that is very restraining to me, but it has no effect on you."

  Some subtle light blue fluorescence appeared in Renekton's eyes, and he looked straight at Sharon and Klein in front of him.

  After two breaths, the faint blue fluorescence in his eyes disappeared completely. Renekton raised his lips and smiled,

  "No problem, but if possible, I hope to get the extraordinary characteristics or seals left by the wronged soul after his death."

  Sharon, who looked pale, nodded and responded without hesitation:

  "Okay!"

  Renekton was a little surprised to see Sharon agree to his request so quickly. Maric, who was still a zombie, also needed the characteristics of the wronged soul. He nodded

  slightly to the illusory Sharon and said:

  "Time and place, just notify me after you confirm it."

  "Okay."

  Sharon's voice became a little more illusory, and then her entire figure faded and disappeared.

  Renekton glanced at the glass window on the side. Miss Sharon entered the mirror world and was moving away from here.

  Then he looked at Klein, who had no intention of leaving, and Renekton stood up and poured a cup of coffee for himself and the other party.

  Renekton handed a cup of coffee to Klein and asked,

  "Do you have any questions that need to be answered?"

  Klein took the coffee, took a sip and put it on the desk beside him, then asked,

  "Do you know about the Prisoner Path? And the Witch King."

  "Prisoner Path? Didn't Miss Sharon tell you? With your cautiousness, you should have asked."

  "As for the Witch King, that is Sequence 4 of the Pharmacist Path. In the vampires, the corresponding title is the Vampire Count!"

  Renekton glanced at Klein and saw that he wanted to ask about the information of the Prisoner Path again out of caution to see if it matched what Miss Sharon gave.

  "Vampire Count?"

  Klein was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the Witch King was actually from the Pharmacist Path.

  He thought of the man who looked like a fat pharmacist he met before. The man showed characteristics related to animal taming. Klein felt that the sequence improvement of each path seemed to have no connection.

  Seeing Klein in deep thought, Renekton thought he was thinking about why the Rose School was connected to the Witch King, and explained:

  "There are some believers in the Rose School who believe in the Original Moon. They are basically extraordinary people of the Pharmacist Path."

  "The School of Life had a split before, and the members who believed in the Original Moon joined the Rose School."

  "Why did the believers of the Original Moon join the Rose School?"

  Klein was a little curious. This was the first time he knew of a sect that believed in several gods.

  "Probably, as an object of hostility by all good and evil gods, they want the believers to stick together for warmth!"

  Renekton did not talk too much about this topic. It was too dangerous to discuss this with Klein now.     He only said a few words and changed the subject:

  "Have you agreed to Miss Sharon's request?"

  Klein shook his head and replied:

  "Not yet, I want to do some divination and understand before making a choice."

  "It fits the style of a fortune teller!"

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and said without comment.

  "The style of a fortune teller? I always feel that you have some strange perception of fortune tellers."

  Klein spoke out his thoughts.

  Renekton smiled slightly and did not answer the question.

  Klein continued to chat in the study for a while, then he stood up and said goodbye.

  The next morning, in Viscount Greylint's study, Greylint convened a small tea party. The main reason was that his pharmacist potion materials had been gathered and he was ready to become a Beyonder.

  In order to check the effectiveness of the spirit world warlock on ordinary people, Renekton also attended today's tea party.

  "Mr. Tynes, do you know? Even though I haven't taken the potion yet, I can do some simple divination and magic tricks."

  Grellant excitedly told Renekton about his progress, and generously showed everyone the magic tricks he had learned.

  Grellant took out a piece of white paper, sprinkled some herbal powder on it, and then closed his eyes to meditate for a moment, adjusting his state.

  He stretched out his hand and gently slid over the white paper with the herbal powder, and a slight spiritual vibration spread.

  Then the white paper spontaneously ignited out of thin air and soon burned to ashes.

  "Because my own spirituality is limited, I must use some spellcasting materials to complete this magic trick."

  "But as long as I drink the potion and become a Beyonder, this limitation will disappear. I have consulted that pharmacists are also one of the ways to have a stronger spirituality."

  Grellant said very proudly.

  "It's already very good!" Renekton praised.

  Renekton's eyes have been fixed on the other party, and a faint purple fluorescence flashed in his eyes, and Grellant's state can be seen clearly.

  It is still difficult for ordinary people who have not taken the potion to manifest the ring behind them through meditation and their spirituality. There are certain limitations of talent!

  He sighed in his heart, and then his eyes fell on the golden retriever standing next to Audrey.

  The spiritual light on the golden retriever showed that it was observing and thinking calmly.

  Retracting his gaze, Renekton sighed in his heart: "What a qualified audience!"

  Then, Grellant prepared a bottle of pharmacist potion under the gaze of everyone.

  According to Fors's instructions, he first adjusted his state through meditation, and then drank the potion.

  Perhaps because he had already contacted the spirit world and became a spirit world warlock, Grellant quickly adapted to the changes brought about by the potion and became a sequence nine pharmacist.

  Grallint, who was familiar with his own changes, had a bright smile on his face:

  "I have a lot more information about plants in my mind, and how to use them to make potions with different effects, and I feel that my resistance to toxins has been strengthened."

  Renekton glanced at him and then retracted his gaze, then smiled and congratulated him:

  "Congratulations, you have become a real pharmacist!"

  Everyone present congratulated each other one or two words, and then the topic shifted to other places.

  Fors's eyes moved to Audrey and said:

  "The meeting that may reveal the audience formula and the clues of the psychological alchemy will be held soon, in the afternoon."

  "Why are you in such a hurry?" Audrey asked with some confusion.

  Xio, who was sitting nearby, answered the question:

  "Because the serial murder case delayed everyone's work too much, and that place is located in the suburbs of the northern district, and the night watchers are most relaxed in the afternoon." "

  Because the night watchers finally couldn't stand it after staying up all night, and they needed to catch up on their sleep

  . The sleepless ones should really be called the sleepers!" Rekton, who was sitting on a chair nearby, thought of those sleepless ones who liked to reverse their day and night, and complained about them in his heart.

  Audrey nodded slightly, looked around, and finally fell on Rekton:

  "Mr. Tynes, will you go with us?"

  Audrey hoped that he would also participate. It would be much safer to be with a powerful Beyonder, and there would be no need to worry about the malicious people who might appear in the Beyonder gathering.

  "Me?" Rekton looked up and looked at Audrey.

  A slight burning sensation came from the forearm of my left hand. I paused for a moment before saying that I would not go. Then, in a very natural tone, I changed the words that were about to come out of my mouth:

  "Go, it just so happens that I have something to go over there for." Chapter 174 Mr. A

  In the outskirts of the North District, in a three-story teaching building of a medical school that is about to be abandoned.

  In the dilapidated corridor, the cold light shines in diagonally, making the environment inside quiet, devastated, and eerie.

  Renekton, wearing a white coat, a surgical cap and a large mask on his head, curiously looked at every detail around him.

  Viscount Glint took a few quick steps, walked to Renekton's side and stopped, lowered his voice and said:

  "Why does it feel a little gloomy here? Will there be ghosts or something?"

  Renekton glanced at Viscount Glint, whose face was so pale that he could not see other colors. Even though he had become an extraordinary person, this noble young master was still afraid of these rumored things.

  He stated in a flat tone:

  "This is a place where extraordinary people gather. Even if there are ghosts, evil spirits, etc., they will only become extraordinary materials for everyone to trade."

  Glint's expression relaxed a little, and then he quickened his pace. He didn't want to stay in this gloomy and terrifying corridor for too long.

  When they reached the main door of the gathering place, Renekton glanced at Fors, who was standing at the door but did not choose to push

  open the door. He understood that the two less courageous people were a little scared. He took a step forward and passed the two people, and Renekton stretched out his hand to push open the door.

  The creaking sound echoed in the silent building, and a pungent smell of preservatives came from inside.

  The first thing that caught his eye was a pool in the middle of the room, which was filled with transparent yellow liquid, and floating one after another. Figures, all of them were corpses!

  Some were relatively intact, while others were already incomplete, and many were peeled off the skin, showing a brown color like dried meat.

  "Ah!"

  Grellint, who was standing behind him, screamed. The noble viscount had never seen such a scene full of corpses.

  All eyes were cast over, all staring at Grellint, which made the noble even more collapsed.

  Renekton turned around and raised his hand to pat his shoulder, simulating the purifying power of the sun field, and gently patted Grellint's body, relieving his inner collapse.

  A wave of warmth spread from his shoulders to his whole body. Grellant shook his body, then took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to vomit, and waved his hand slightly, indicating that he was fine.

  Several people quickly found a place away from the pool where the bodies were placed in the center and sat down.

  A figure wearing a white coat also stepped out, pulled a body to the side with a wooden pole with a hook, and dragged the body to the concrete floor.

  He took out a scalpel and cut open the abdomen of the body. A somewhat cold and hoarse voice came from inside:

  "The party begins!"

  Renekton stared at the body quietly, and there was an imperceptible purple light flashing in his eyes.

  As his vision gradually stretched, Renekton saw the flesh and blood in the body.

  It seemed that Renekton's gaze was too obvious. The flesh and blood grew a pair of eyes while squirming, and looked at Renekton's eyes.

  Until the end of the party, everyone in the room left one by one.

  Renekton asked Grellant, Audrey and others to leave first, and he would stay here for a while.

  Renekton stood up from his seat only after everyone else in the room left. At this time, the figure in the white coat who hosted the party came over.

  He said in a low, hoarse voice:

  "Hello! Please come with me, Mr. A is waiting for you!"

  Renekton nodded slightly and followed the other person in another direction.

  When they arrived at a dim basement, the white coat leading the way in front stepped aside and bowed and said:

  "Mr. Messenger of God, Mr. A is waiting for you inside!"

  Renekton was surprised for a moment. He didn't expect that he had the title of Messenger of God in the Aurora Club. He

  nodded slightly with an expressionless face, then pushed the door and walked into the basement in front.

  The light in the basement was very dim, and the candlelight on the altar behind him emitted a faint light. A figure in a white robe was kneeling in front of the altar, seemingly praying.

  After Renekton came in, the other party stood up from the ground, turned around, and saluted Renekton:

  "Your Excellency, we finally meet."

  "I am the head of the Aurora Society in the Backlund Parish. You can call me Mr. A."

  Renekton looked at Mr. A carefully. He was handsome, with abnormally pale skin, and a very pious expression on his face, and a little crazy.

  Renekton saluted and greeted the other party, and then asked curiously:

  "What do you want to see me for? How are the preparations for the Advent Ceremony going?"     After struggling for a while, Renekton simply omitted the name of the real Creator in his words. He could not call him the Lord like the members of the Aurora Society. If he

  called the other party the real Creator directly, it would conflict with his current identity as a messenger of God.

  Mr. A said with a look of piety and madness:

  "Our cooperation with the officials of the Kingdom of Loen and the Witch Cult is going smoothly. In a short time, the great Lord will be able to descend on this land!"

  After saying these words, Mr. A bent down slightly, tore open the clothes on his chest, and reached his hand into his abdomen, and took out a section of ribs stained with dark red blood.

  Then the torn flesh on Mr. A's body quickly squirmed and healed, and in the blink of an eye it was back to normal.

  This scene made Renekton's eyebrows jump. Although he knew that the Beyonders of the Hanged Man Path were very good at flesh and blood magic, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw this scene with his own eyes.

  Mr. A handed the rib stained with dark red blood to Renekton and explained:

  "This is the item that the Lord asked me to hand over to you. It incorporates a Black Knight's extraordinary characteristics and can be considered a special Level 1 Sealed Item."

  In Renekton's inquiring eyes, Mr. A gave a more detailed explanation:

  "It is special because it has the Lord's blessing!"

  "It can use the Blade of Flesh and Soul, the Shadow of Corruption, and the extraordinary abilities of controlling shadows. It can also temporarily transform the user into a Dark Knight, and possess extremely high defense and survivability."

  "Its negative effect is that as the use time accumulates, the user will continue to accumulate corruption, filth, and the pollution of the Mutation Field. At the same time, a certain amount of flesh and blood is needed every day to nourish it."

  Renekton nodded slightly, reached out to take the rib, and looked at it carefully for a moment.

  The dark red blood on the rib still had a bloody smell, like fresh blood, but the color looked like it had been stained for a long time. There was no bone marrow in the middle of the rib, only a real creeping shadow.

  It was still daytime, and it was not appropriate to walk around with a rib bone. Renekton put the rib bone away and put it in the pocket of his coat, which was covered by his white coat.

  Thinking that his messenger was not suitable for contacting the Aurora Society, he looked at Mr. A and said,

  "Remember to inform me of the progress and changes of the plan. You should know how to find me, right?"

  Mr. A's pale face showed a somewhat sick smile and said,

  "I will, Your Excellency the Messenger of God."

  "In a short time, we can look up to the glory of the Lord, and all the people in this city will be redeemed by our Lord!"

  Renekton glanced at Mr. A who was imagining the future, but did not respond. He waited until the other party finished his words of praise before saying goodbye to him and leaving.

  Renekton turned around and stepped into the spirit world.

  After wandering in the spirit world for a while, Renekton's figure appeared in the carriage that Audrey and others were riding. Hugh,

  who reacted the fastest, was alert at first, and then relaxed after seeing who was coming.

  Renekton glanced behind the wooden board of the carriage and said in a flat voice:

  "You are being followed."

  "Followed? The people at the party just now? What should we do?" Audrey immediately answered.

  Renekton leaned against the wooden board of the carriage and said in a lazy voice without fluctuations:

  "Don't worry about it."

  "Don't worry about it? Why?" Xio glanced at Renekton in confusion.

  "Snap!" Renekton snapped his fingers lightly.

  Fors and Audrey looked around in confusion. They just noticed a subtle spiritual fluctuation.

  Renekton saw the actions of Fors and Miss Audrey and explained:

  "I created some illusions for them. If they are not very smart, it will probably take an hour or two for them to come out."

  "What if they are smart enough?" Fors continued to ask.

  Xio, who was sitting next to her, answered this question:

  "Then they will leave obediently and treat what happened today as if nothing happened."

  "Why?" Fors quickly understood, and the words she wanted to ask gradually became silent.

  The carriage arrived in Queens, and several people said goodbye one after another, returning to their own places in a way they thought was safe. Chapter 175 Bone Staff

  After Renekton returned to Minsk Street, it was completely dark outside.

  Although it was not yet night, the thick haze in Backlund covered the evening sunlight layer by layer, and it looked no different from night.

  Looking at the dark night sky outside the window and the sporadic lights shining through the windows of the surrounding houses, Renekton sighed:

  "It's darker than night, and it's not time to turn on the gas street lights yet."

  Thinking that there was still enough time, Renekton rarely cooked a dinner himself. Although he was not a superb cook, the food was at least to his taste.

  After eating too much barbecue and bread, Renekton felt that Roselle's biggest failure was that he did not save the food of this era, and even wondered if Roselle was a kitchen killer.

  After dinner, Renekton looked at the rib that Mr. A gave him in the bedroom for a moment, which was combined with the characteristics of the Black Knight.

  The flesh and blood that was living in his body had not responded. Renekton even stuck the rib to the tattoo on his left forearm, but the other party still did not respond.

  Renekton had to go to bed early and ask the other party in his dream.

  After lying on the bed, Renekton quickly began to meditate, allowing himself to quickly fall into a deep sleep.

  In the dream, Renekton's confused mind woke up again, and this time the environment was still the same as last time, the interior of the Temple of Dusk.

  Renekton turned his head skillfully to look at the seat at the top of the palace, and the blurry figure there was no longer blurry.

  A man with shoulder-length black hair, slightly curled, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be covered with shadows, also stared at Renekton.

  He was wearing a black robe with silver silk threads, inscribed with complex symbols, and hanging gorgeous accessories. Layers of virtual black wings hung down from his back, covering most of his body.

  The shadow under him was as thick as a living thing, and it seemed to be squirming imperceptibly.

  "Sasriel!" Renekton gently uttered a name.

  The man smiled slightly, not knowing whether he was happy because his condition had improved or because of the name of Sasriel.

  His voice was low and flat:

  "I like the identity of Sasriel very much, so I plan to continue using it."

  "Of course, there are also some anchors left in this identity, which is conducive to my stabilization of my own condition."

  Renekton nodded slightly, not surprised that Sasriel, the dark angel, still had some remaining faith.

  Adam has always been promoting the belief in the ancient sun god, although it is limited to the Dusk Hermits and the God-Forsaken Land.

  "Have you absorbed the characteristics of that rib?"

  Renekton asked the question he was most concerned about. After all, it was a level 1 seal that he had just obtained, and he didn't want it to be gone without using it once.

  Sasriel shook his head slightly and said, "No, I only took away the divinity and will inside."

  Renekton's eyes moved to the shadow under him. The will of the real creator must be crazy, and taking it directly would most likely pollute himself.

  Sasriel noticed Renekton's gaze, casually glanced at the shadow under him, chuckled and said:

  "You are very perceptive. This is not a big problem. The time before the descent of God is enough for me to integrate and digest this part of the will."

  "I need a better state... to face what will happen next."

  Since the other party said so himself, Renekton no longer had any extra worries and asked:

  "Can you suppress the negative effect of that rib?"

  Sasriel stretched out his right hand and raised it in front of him, as if holding up something invisible, and asked at the same time:

  "What kind of weapon do you prefer?"

  "Weapon?" Renekton was stunned for a moment, not knowing why the other party suddenly asked this question, but still said honestly:

  "I don't have a clear preference. After all, I am better at casting spells."

  Sasriel nodded slightly, and a bone staff the length of an adult's forearm appeared on his outstretched right hand.

  The whole thing was gray, with a strange dark red pattern on it. The front end of the bone staff was like a white bone palm in a grasping state, and the end of the bone staff was like a blade.

  "That's all!"

  Sasriel nodded with satisfaction, then withdrew his hand, and the osteotomy staff disappeared at the same time. He then looked at Renekton and said,

  "I made some adjustments to the image and ability of the rib. It now has the ability to herd souls, but only three at most. If the soul reaches the demigod level, there can only be one."

  "I have suppressed the negative effects to a certain extent. After using it in battle, you need to find some flesh and blood for it to devour. As for the pollution of corruption and filthy forces, you can purify it yourself. It's very simple."

  "It will also pray to me at a fixed time every day. You don't have to worry about it, because the object of its prayers is me, and it will not bring any impact to you."     Renekton nodded in surprise. The other party was still talking in the dream, but he could still affect the rib in his bedroom at the same time.

  The bone staff modified by Sasriel had a problem of liking to pray, which reminded Renekton of the seals that also had this negative effect. Most of them belonged to the five paths of omniscience and omnipotence. Renekton

  glanced at Sasriel standing in front of him, and he understood a little more.

  The case was solved. Those seals always liked to sing praises and praise the corresponding gods, but they were all in vain. The most common negative effect of the sun path was brought by the ancient sun god.

  "What are you thinking about?" Sasriel's flat voice came.

  Renekton collected his thoughts and asked a question casually:

  "The Aurora Society is now a completely anti-human cult organization. Are you going to ask them to change?"

  Sasriel was silent for a while, and then said:

  "This is inevitable. When I return to the status of an angel, I will lead the Aurora Society in a new direction."

  "As the True Creator, I have been crazy for too long. Under the suppression of the Seven Gods and my own influence, the Aurora Society, which is mainly composed of secret praying people, has become what it is now."

  Renekton nodded in agreement. It would be best if the other party could lead the Aurora Society out of the category of cults.

  However, the True Creator is still in a state of madness. Thinking of this, Renekton frowned slightly and said:

  "The True Creator is the true god of this path. As long as He has not recovered his sanity, all secret praying people will still be affected by the top of the sequence."

  Sasriel smiled and said: "I will bear their suffering!"

  When he woke up the next day, it was already bright outside.

  The first thing Renekton did when he got up was to see how the rib he had placed on the table last night was.

  The ribs that were originally on the table had turned into a bone staff that was the length of an adult's forearm. Renekton took it in his hand and examined it curiously.

  It felt cold to the touch, but the evil feeling on the bone staff was much weaker than when it was in the form of a rib yesterday. It seemed that it was a change brought about by Sasriel.

  Renekton pointed the bone staff forward, and the shadows in the room instantly came to life, flooding up like water, entangled and twisted in the bedroom.

  Renekton's hand holding the bone staff slightly twisted twice, and the shadows in the room quickly returned to their original positions, as if everything just now had never happened.

  Then he reached out and gently wiped the end of the bone staff that was like a blade.

  The power of the fallen realm quickly gathered, and an extremely sharp blade as long as an arm extended from the end of the bone staff.

  Renekton waved this blade of flesh and soul, and the small coffee table next to it instantly broke into two halves.

  The cut surface was unusually flat, as if it was telling the sharpness of the blade of flesh and soul.

  Without continuing to test the bone staff's ability, Renekton had already felt the bone staff's desire to devour flesh and blood. Although it was not strong, if he continued to use it, this desire would become stronger and stronger.

  When they were far away from the bone staff, Renekton's eyes quickly turned blue and white.

  A sacred, bright, pure and warm light appeared in the room, which quickly purified the corruption and filthy power that had stained Renekton.

  Renekton felt that he had become relaxed.

  After understanding the positive and negative effects of the bone staff, Renekton went out and bought ten pounds of fresh beef. He kept some for himself for breakfast and fed the rest to the bone staff.

  The bone palm at the top of the bone staff, which was originally in a grasping shape, stretched out, and a mouth full of fangs opened in the palm.

  Without anyone picking it up, the bone staff seemed to come alive, suddenly jumped from the table and landed on the fresh beef. The bone palm kept grasping, and the mouth in the palm was chewing and swallowing frantically.

  "It came back to life when it was time to eat?"

  Renekton exclaimed when he saw this.

  He had checked it before when he used the bone staff, and it did not show this kind of alive characteristic.

  Now it seems that the bone staff may have been dormant at that time, and it would only wake up when it was fed and prayed to Sasriel.