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 Chapter 176 Discussion

  In the study, Renekton stood up from his chair and stretched his body.

  He glanced at the wall clock and saw that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

  Renekton put away the bone staff on the desk and put it in a locker on the side. Then he prepared a cup of coffee for himself and sat on the recliner by the window, waiting for today's Tarot Club to begin.

  In the past few days, Renekton has been analyzing the extraordinary abilities of the bone staff and using them to develop new secret arts.

  Although the Black Knight's ability is at the demigod level, Renekton has analyzed some shadow-type extraordinary abilities before, and he is also living in Sasriel, the boss of the Hanged Man Path. The progress of the analysis is good, and the development of the secret arts has already taken shape.

  On the contrary, the development of the secret arts in terms of emotions and desires has not made any progress due to the lack of research materials.

  "It's not easy to find an apostle of desire! The devil's malicious perception is too troublesome."

  Renekton sighed while lying on the recliner.

  In order to prevent Backlund's Apostle of Desire from noticing him in advance due to his malicious perception, Renekton rarely thought about this matter. He just waited for the other party to act according to the original plan, and then he would go over to pick up the leak and collect the heads.

  While thinking, the time had come to three o'clock in the afternoon.

  A burst of deep red light surged in Renekton's vision on time, engulfing all his sight like a tide.

  When he came to his senses, he had appeared above the gray fog, in the magnificent and ancient palace.

  Renekton was still in a half-lying posture. As soon as he sat up straight, he heard Miss Justice greet Mr. Fool.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

  He glanced at the card that Klein placed on his right hand. The card was turned upside down on the bronze long table, revealing the complex and gorgeous pattern on the back.

  Everyone at the Tarot Club noticed this card, and everyone's eyes and movements revealed some surprise and confusion, as well as their own speculations.

  However, Renekton noticed that Miss Justice's surprise only lasted for a moment when she noticed this kind of card. She was more curious, and she was more interested in observing other people's reactions.

  Justice Audrey also noticed Renekton's reaction, which was similar to his.

  What does Mr. Baita know? He is very powerful, and perhaps he was involved in stealing the Blasphemy Card from the Kingdom Museum.

  Renekton and Miss Justice who noticed him looked at each other, and he could probably guess what the other party was thinking. Renekton suddenly wanted to fuel the other party's curiosity.

  Seeing that no one had submitted Roselle's diary today, Renekton raised his hand slightly to signal. In the eyes of everyone who was either surprised or puzzled, he said to Mr. Fool who was sitting at the top:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, can I see the card next to you? I am also pursuing similar things, so I am a little curious about it."

  Renekton deliberately did not say the conditions for viewing the Blasphemy Card. He wanted to see what Klein would let him use in exchange, or would he just show it to him directly?

  Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog at the top, hesitated for a moment. He was not surprised that the other party would ask to see the Blasphemy Card, but he did not expect that he would be so direct and say this idea right away.

  Is Al also looking for the Blasphemy Card? Yes, he was there at the time, but he met Bernadette and the two of them were in a stalemate.

  In order not to delay too long for the other members to see the problem, Klein did not think too much, and all the information he asked just flashed through his mind. He

  spoke in a low voice with a very casual tone:

  "Okay! You also have a share of the credit for getting it."

  Klein placed his right hand on the edge of the bronze long table and raised his finger slightly. The Blasphemy Card that he placed on his right hand immediately flew into Renekton's hand with some gray-white fog.

  Renekton took the Blasphemy Card and ignored the inquiring eyes of the others, carefully examining the Black Emperor Card in his hand.

  His eyes were quickly covered with a layer of blue-white fluorescence with purple, and the information of the Blasphemy Card emerged in his mind, but not much. The Blasphemy Card made by Roselle, Renekton found that he could not interpret it.

  Although it was expected, he was still a little disappointed. Then he stretched out his hand, and the Blasphemy Card flew back to Klein's right hand.

  "Thank you for your generosity!" He thanked Mr. Fool at the top, and then turned around.

  The observant Justice Audrey noticed some disappointment that Renekton did not hide, and quickly made associations in her mind.

  Doesn't this Blasphemy Card correspond to the Reader's Path where Mr. Baita is? No, Mr. Baita's state just now seemed to be using extraordinary abilities. He wanted to see something from the Blasphemy Card but failed, so he was disappointed?

  The others did not hide their inquiring eyes, but it was a pity that Renekton did not want to respond to them. He leaned lazily on the high-backed chair, waiting for the Tarot Club to continue.

  Audrey's eyes returned to the Blasphemy Card. After Renekton's request to Mr. Fool to watch it was approved, Audrey's curiosity was aroused.

  After looking around and making sure no one was speaking, Audrey raised her hand and said,

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I have something to report to you in private."

  Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, nodded gently,

  "Okay."

  Everyone who was isolated from the private communication fell silent.

  Magician Fors was very curious about the card that Mr. Fool placed on his right hand. He wanted to ask Renekton, who had seen the card, but he couldn't open his mouth. He sat in his seat and struggled repeatedly.

  The scene was too silent, so Renekton simply chatted with the little sun next to him:

  "Mr. Sun, is the extraordinary knowledge you obtained last time useful?"

  "Very useful, it makes up for my lack of frontal combat ability to a large extent."

  When mentioning the knowledge obtained in the last secret ceremony, the little sun responded very happily.

  Renekton nodded thoughtfully. The little sun's answer gave him a business opportunity.     I can sell this kind of spell knowledge that has low requirements for my own channels to Silver City in exchange for their materials. Spreading knowledge can also help me digest the magic potion of the secret art instructor. Little Sun and his friends are my best students.

  Renekton became interested. He sat up straight and said to Little Sun beside him:

  "Mr. Sun, if I have a lot of this kind of spell knowledge, can I trade with you? Or trade with Silver City!"

  Little Sun Derrick hesitated for a moment, scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said:

  "But."

  The Hanged Man Alger took over the words that Little Sun had not finished saying in a serious tone and said:

  "Mr. Sun's ability to contact the outside world should be his own secret. If he rashly takes out too much extraordinary knowledge to trade with others, it will definitely arouse suspicion from other people in Silver City."

  Renekton glanced at the Hanged Man Alger. He felt that the other party was worried that the resources of Silver City would be monopolized by him.

  Without responding to the words of the Hanged Man Alger, Renekton stared at Little Sun and continued:

  "What is your ultimate goal? To make yourself stronger? To save Silver City? Or both?"

  "To save Silver City!"

  Little Sun answered firmly.

  Renekton smiled slightly and followed Little Sun's words and said:

  "So do you plan to keep hiding the information that you can communicate with the outside world? Or confess?"

  Little Sun Derrick was stunned again. He had never thought about this question, but he subconsciously concealed his differences.

  The Hanged Man frowned. Seeing that Little Sun was really considering confessing that he could communicate with the outside world, the Hanged Man Alger frowned even deeper.

  "You first need to have enough self-protection ability, and then consider confessing this matter to everyone."

  "Do you think that if you go to the elders to tell this matter now, he will think that you are bewitched by the evil god or believe you?"

  The Hanged Man Alger persuaded Little Sun seriously, asking him to think it over and finally confess that he can communicate with the outside world after he has enough strength.

  Magician Fors was watching in a daze. She could vaguely sense that the identity of Mr. Sun or the place he was in was very special.

  Renekton shook his head slightly. Mr. Hanged Man should not look at this matter from his own perspective. Silver City, which had been struggling in the darkness for thousands of years, was more rational, braver, and understood the meaning of sacrifice more than he believed.

  With a sigh, Renekton turned his gaze to the Hanged Man Alger and said,

  "Mr. Hanged Man, you have overlooked a very important issue."

  "What issue?"

  The Hanged Man Alger looked at Renekton in confusion.

  "Silver City is not the South or North Continent. They have been struggling in the darkness for thousands of years. Every day for them is the end of the world!"

  Renekton's tone became serious.

  The Hanged Man Alger fell silent. He did ignore this issue.

  Perhaps for Silver City, every bit of power is precious.

  The Hanged Man pondered for a while, then fixed his eyes on Little Sun Derrick, and said in a low and serious voice:

  "You can consider Mr. Baita's proposal, but it is best to start trading this kind of extraordinary knowledge with yourself first. Once you have mastered it, you can teach others or trade with others."

  "As for confessing that you can contact the outside world, my advice is not to do so for the time being. You are only Sequence Eight now, and you cannot carry the hope of the entire Silver City."

  Little Sun Derrick was silent for a long time before slowly speaking:

  "I see. Thank you, Mr. Hanged Man."

  Little Sun's reaction made Renekton realize that he was a little too hasty, so he stopped talking about trading with Silver City using extraordinary knowledge, and instead said:

  "You have to learn to trust your companions. Of course, first you have to go out and make more friends."

  Little Sun was stunned again. The other party changed the topic too quickly, but he still nodded and said:

  "Well, I understand. But, Mr. Baita, how did you know that I don't go out much and don't have many friends?"

  "Reader is a way that is very good at observation."

  "You can't save Silver City by yourself, you also need your partners and friends."

  "And, I think this is not just your wish, it should be the wish of everyone in Silver City."

  Renekton explained, and reminded Little Sun that he was not a lone hero.

  Little Sun nodded solemnly and said, "I understand, thank you very much for your reminder! Mr. Baita~"

  The magician Fors, who had been out of the situation, finally couldn't help but ask out loud:

  "Excuse me, where is Silver City?"Chapter 177: The Honest Man and the Old Hand

  "The Forsaken Land of God." The Hanged Man Alger answered with a tone of yearning and surprise that Mr. Fool could touch the Forsaken Land of God.

  Magician Fors pursed his lips and said with an undisguised shock:

  "The Forsaken Land of God? Is it the Forsaken Land of God that I understand?"

  At this time, Mr. Fool tapped the table twice, indicating that the individual communication requested by Justice Audrey had ended. The rest of the people stopped communicating, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

  Audrey looked around and saw that everyone had a thoughtful or surprised expression on their faces. Obviously, during the time she applied for the individual communication, the other friends in the Tarot Club had already completed a communication.

  Really, don't wait for me, I'm also curious about the content of everyone's communication!

  Klein manipulated his trumpet world and raised his hand slightly and said:

  "I want to seek some magical items in the Sun Realm. I wonder if anyone of you has any news?"

  The rest of the people looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

  Audrey looked at Mr. World, who was sitting on the lower left, and after a moment's thought, she said,

  "Sorry, if you're not in a hurry, Mr. World, I can help you keep an eye out for it."

  "No problem!"

  Mr. World, who was controlled by Klein, nodded in response without any extra expression or stiff movements.

  Magician Forth thought of the Beyonder of the Sun Path who had helped Hugh exorcise the evil spirit before, and raised his hand slightly and made a promise:

  "I will also help you keep an eye out for magical items in this area, Mr. World."

  Klein controlled the small world and glanced at Renekton, then retracted his gaze.

  Renekton waved his hand and said, "I have them, but you can't use them."

  The only magical items that Renekton had were the unicorn figurine and the blood of the Eternal Sun, but Klein could not use either of them.

  The Sun Domain Talisman made with the blood of the Eternal Sun was given to Klein before he went to Wildy Street last time.

  Klein controlled Mr. World and nodded slightly, then fell silent.

  Seeing that everyone had finished talking, the Hanged Man Alger looked around, and then spoke as if he had prepared a speech:

  "I recently took on an investigation mission. In the past two or three years, many indigenous tribes in the southern continent have been looted, and slaves have also strangely escaped from various plantations and islands on the sea."

  "This has not happened for a long time since the northern continent abolished the slave trade. Have you heard any news about it?"

  Alger's eyes swept over everyone except Little Sun.

  Justice Audrey recalled the topics that the nobles usually talked about. After a while, she shook her head and said:

  "No, I haven't even heard of anything like this."

  The Hanged Man Alger turned his eyes to the rest of the people, and the rest of the people, except Little Sun, shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know.

  Renekton remained leaning on the high-back chair, and before Alger started the next topic, he said:

  "This kind of large-scale population migration must be supported by a maritime force, otherwise it would be impossible to complete this level of population transfer."

  The Hanged Man glanced at Renekton, who was in a lazy posture, and said in a somewhat surprised tone:

  "Are you talking about the Pirate Generals?"

  "But the Pirate Generals are being watched by too many people. If they transport slaves for a long time, they will definitely be discovered to be abnormal."

  Renekton turned his head and looked at the Hanged Man Alger and said:

  "Pirate Generals don't necessarily need to rely on themselves? With their appeal, it's easy to control some scattered pirate groups."

  The Hanged Man Alger frowned and pondered. The more he thought about it, the more he agreed with this view.

  Seeing this, Klein also controlled the dummy world and chuckled and said:

  "Hehe~, you can also start investigating where so many slaves are needed."

  "Where are so many slaves needed?"

  Mr. World's words made Audrey and Fors, who were the audience, also ponder.

  Renekton answered aloud: "Several major kingdoms."

  Everyone fell into deep thought again in doubt.

  Little Sun Derrick looked around several times, and waited for a while. Seeing that no one spoke, he raised his hand and said nervously:

  "I have been assigned a task. I will go to the semi-destroyed temple mentioned before to explore it in the near future. Yes, it is the temple of the real creator."

  "The leader of this operation is the shepherd elder Lovia. Do you have any suggestions?"

  "Suggestions? My suggestion is not to go."

  In the questioning eyes of Little Sun, Renekton continued:     "You are too close to the true Creator, He has gone mad. It would be fine if you don't provoke Him, but taking the initiative to explore His temple will easily attract His attention and even malicious intent."

  The Hanged Man Alger originally wanted to take the opportunity to get more information about the God-Forsaken Land from Little Sun, but now that the topic has been taken up by Renekton, it is not appropriate for him to use the original excuse to get information.

  After reorganizing his words, the Hanged Man Alger also gave some advice:

  "I agree with Mr. Bai Ta's point of view, don't go!"

  "The True Creator is the real evil god. Even if the temple you explored has been destroyed, it is very likely that there are still dangers that are difficult to detect."

  "Especially the elder leading your team this time is the shepherd Lovia. The True Creator is the god at the top of this extraordinary path. Even if there is no problem with the temple itself, various problems may arise if she goes there."

  Little Sun Derrick fell silent, his expression was very tangled, and after a long while he said embarrassedly:

  "But the mission must be accepted."

  The Hanged Man chuckled and made a suggestion:

  "Nothing is necessary. You can find an opportunity before this to deliberately lie on the monster and hurt yourself. You can refer to the past examples of Silver City for the specific scale."

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mr. Hanged Man, then his eyes swept over Justice Audrey and Magician Fors who lived opposite the bronze table, and saw their somewhat surprised expressions and movements.

  He thought to himself, "It seems that everyone has successfully reached a consensus on Mr. Hanged Man's image of a lazy old-timer."

  After receiving the advice from the Hanged Man, Little Sun Derrick frowned slightly and said hesitantly,

  "But I haven't had any patrol missions recently, so it's hard for me to encounter monsters."

  The Hanged Man Alger used his rich experience to guide the good boy Little Sun and said,

  "You can pretend that you are close to losing control. In this case, I think your exploration mission will be cancelled."

  "There is a trick. As long as you keep your spirituality in a relatively dry state for two consecutive days, you will have auditory hallucinations and show signs of losing control. If you stop squeezing it, the situation will improve within a week."

  "Of course, you in Silver City must have a way to treat the precursors of losing control, and the recovery time will be faster. You need to estimate the time well."

  Justice Audrey and Magician Fors, who are still newcomers in the mysterious world, were stunned like Little Sun.

  "But" the honest child Little Sun was still a little hesitant.

  The Hanged Man Alger changed his sitting position, leaned back and said:

  "You didn't pretend to be out of control and deceive others because of selfishness. You did it to save the City of Silver!"

  "You have to understand that this mission is extremely risky. The danger you face comes from the real creator, a real evil god! If you unfortunately die in that half-ruined temple, who can still expose the weirdness of the shepherd Lovia?"

  Under the half-fooling and half-sincere words of the Hanged Man Alger, Little Sun finally agreed with the other party's opinion.

  What a foolish child! Audrey sighed silently in her heart, but she herself didn't want the friends in the Tarot Club to be reduced, so she didn't interrupt the conversation between Mr. Hanged Man and Little Sun.

  After accepting the advice of the Hanged Man Alger, Little Sun Derrick turned his eyes to the magician Fors and said:

  "Miss Magician, the stomach of the soul eater you need may take some time to get it for you."

  "No problem, I'm not in a hurry."

  Magician Fors nodded gently in response.

  That's not the case. I'm actually quite anxious. Alas, Fors lamented that it was too difficult to find the ingredients for her potion. Fortunately, the Backlund serial murder case had been solved, and the gatherings of Beyonders, big and small, became active again.

  This time, the Tarot Club quickly entered the free chat session. Justice Audrey asked the Hanged Man Alger with great interest about what he saw on the sea.

  Little Sun Derrick imagined the sea in his mind based on some paintings and written records collected by the City of Silver, as well as the explanation of the Hanged Man Alger.

  Until Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, announced the end of this Tarot Club, the figures of the crowd quickly disappeared above the gray fog with the crimson light.

  With the end of today's Tarot Club, Renekton sat up from the recliner, looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and then looked at the wall clock.

  It was confirmed that it was not that he stayed in the gray fog for too long, but that the weather in Backlund was gloomy too quickly.

  Renekton was ready to get up and find the materials, and set up a ceremony in the room to communicate with the red light of the seven lights in the spirit world, El Moria.

  Prepare to ask for some spiritual information to study the secret arts related to emotions and desires.

  Quickly set up the ceremony, light the candles, and drip a drop of essential oil into the flame.

  Renekton quickly stood up, took a step back, and began to chant:

  "The light of the spiritual world that never fades, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the red of authority and will" Data collection about the seven lights of the spirit worldRed

  light El Moria:

  Very friendly to humans, will respond to relevant mystical questions. He represents power and will, and to some extent has knowledge related to creatures and places in the spirit world.

  Appearance: An extremely majestic old man wearing a red robe.

  Name: "The light of the spirit world that never fades, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the red of authority and will"

  Yellow light Venitan:

  The characteristics are rationality and adaptability, and it is a symbol of the field of astrology. The corresponding gem is emerald. The traveler who told Abraham the prophecy of the end of the world. He once incarnated as the famous astrologer Di Fosman who proved that the current world is a planet.

  Appearance: A thin old man wearing a lemon yellow robe and a long white beardOrange

  light Hilarion:

  He once incarnated as "scientist, mathematician, mechanic, father of the second generation difference machine" Turanian von Helmothuin, giving advice to Klein. He seems to be the most cheerful and outgoing one among the seven lights.

  Appearance: An old man wearing an orange robe, chubby, with a short white beard, and looking quite kind.

  Blue Light Kuthumi:

  As a symbol of the "meditation" field, he is characterized by love and wisdom.

  Appearance: An old man with a "sapphire" tied on his forehead and a thick beard around his mouth .

  Green Light Serapis:

  He has long hair as an artist.

  Indigo Light Jesus:

  A symbol of the prayer field.

  Appearance: Relatively young, wearing a linen robe, with a ruby ​​ring on his right hand.

  Purple Light Saint Germain:

  A symbol of the ritual magic field.

  Appearance: His face is covered with a faint purple light, which makes him look quite mysterious. He holds an amethyst in his hand.

  The Brotherhood of Pure Light is

  a secret organization that specializes in teaching people knowledge, mainly composed of the seven pure lights covering the highest part of the spiritual world (not the original seven lights), and many spiritual creatures. Its master, the seven pure lights, often enter the real world, transform into humans in different ways, and teach corresponding knowledge. Since the Fifth Epoch, many mentor-level figures in various fields are their incarnations.  Chapter 178 Green Light Serapis

  The image of an extremely majestic old man in a red robe slowly emerged above the arranged ceremony.

  After the figure of the red light emerged, Renekton saluted and greeted the other party very skillfully:

  "Good afternoon, respected Red Light, Mr. El Moria~"

  Red Light El Moria said in a loud and majestic voice:

  "Good afternoon, the favorer of 'knowledge', what questions do you want to ask me?"

  Renekton nodded, without too much greeting, and went straight to the point:

  "I want to gain some knowledge of the spiritual realm, preferably related to emotions and desires."

  "Do you have any suggestions on this?"

  Red Light El Moria looked at Renekton with a little confusion, and then said:

  "You can find Green Light Serapis. He is the symbol of the spiritual realm, with emotion and art as his own characteristics."

  "In the prayer words directed to Him, you only need to replace the corresponding words with 'the green of emotion and art'."

  Renekton nodded in understanding. The reason why he prayed to the red light was that he guessed that one of the seven lights would correspond to the spiritual realm.

  After getting the answer he wanted, Renekton nodded to Red Light El Moria and said,

  "Thank you very much for your answer, it is very important to me!"

  Just as Renekton was about to end the ceremony, Red Light El Moria unexpectedly asked Renekton to entrust him with a task:

  "As the seven pure lights at the highest point of the spirit world, we have an extraordinary status and perception of the spirit world."

  In Renekton's increasingly puzzled eyes, Red Light El Moria finally stated his purpose.

  "We feel that the great master of the spirit world is returning. According to the calculations of our seven lights in the spirit world, your fate has a lot of intersections with the great master of the spirit world."

  "My request is to provide him with some help during the process of the great master of the spirit world returning. Perhaps you already know that the end of the world is approaching, and this world needs the appearance of the ruler of the spirit world."

  Renekton suppressed his surprise and looked up at the old man with a stern and majestic look.

  Renekton was not surprised that the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm noticed the changes in Sefirah Castle, but it was surprising that they could determine that there was a connection between him and Klein.

  Is it because I have been in contact with the Seven Lights too much, and they have seen through some of my secrets, and through this they have glimpsed some of my fate?

  Although he had all kinds of thoughts in his mind, Renekton showed that he had good control over his emotions. He smiled and bowed to Red Light El Moria and said,

  "No problem. I also hope that the great master of the spiritual world can return as soon as possible. Of course, it can't be the previous one. It's better for Him to die."

  Red Light El Moria's majestic expression softened a little. After nodding slightly, he said,

  "As a reward, we will give you enough knowledge so that you can quickly digest the magic potion of the secret art mentor. We will also provide help in digesting the magic potion later."

  "You don't have much time. You must actively promote to become a demigod within two months. Your humanity has begun to be unstable. Once you exceed this limit, you will be promoted directly to a sage and become His carrier in the world."

  Red Light El Moria didn't say much. He just reminded Renekton and made a promise, and then he took the initiative to disconnect the ritual magic.

  After the ritual magic was passively disconnected, the light and temperature in the room returned to normal.

  He waved his hand to ripple a circle of spiritual ripples and extinguished the candle.

  Renekton looked up at the ceiling above his head, trying to clear his mind, but he kept thinking of the words of Red Light El Moria just now.

  Time is running out... Is my humanity so unstable? Even the Seven Lights of the Spirit World can see it? The "He" in the Red Light

  muttered to himself for a long time. Renekton did not think of a solution to the problem, but felt that he became more irritated.

  Standing in the room in a daze for about ten minutes, Renekton came back to his senses.

  He let out a long breath, adjusted the ritual arranged on the ground, replaced some materials, relit the candles, and added essential oils.

  Everything was ready, Renekton stood up and stepped back, and began to recite the spell pointing to the green light:

  "The light of the spirit world that never fades, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the green of emotion and art."

  "I pray to you, pray for the knowledge of the spiritual realm"

  Green Light Serapis is a middle-aged man wearing a green robe, with an emerald ring on his right hand, and long hair of an artist.

  As the figure of Green Light Serapis emerged, Renekton adjusted his expression, saluted and said to him:

  "Good afternoon, respected Lord Green Light Serapis!"

  Green Light Serapis has the elegance and noble temperament of an artist. There is not much expression on his face, but his tone of voice is very gentle:

  "Good afternoon, the follower of 'knowledge', I already know your thoughts."

  "The spiritual realm involves a lot of information related to emotions and desires. You can prepare more blank books. I will tell you a ritual. You communicate with me through the ritual, and I will copy the relevant knowledge into a book."

  "No problem, thank you for your help!"

  Renekton saluted Green Light Serapis again.

  "You're welcome. You can ask me for knowledge through the ritual at any time when you are ready."     Green Light Serapis nodded slightly in response, and then his figure quickly disappeared like a splash of ink painting with constantly fading colors.

  Renekton glanced at the place where the unique green light disappeared, and the knowledge of ritual magic had already appeared in his mind.

  Perhaps because he often sought knowledge from hidden sages, Renekton did not feel any discomfort when Green Light Serapis gave him the knowledge of ritual magic.

  After the ceremony, Renekton quickly put away the ritual items in the room and put them back in the utility room next door.

  In the City of Silver, Derrick, who had finished the Tarot Club, paced back and forth in silence in the room with only a faint candlelight.

  His reason told him that Mr. Hanged Man's suggestion was his best choice, but as long as he thought that doing so would be equivalent to escaping from the battlefield, and the other people who participated in this mission would be in danger, Derrick's heart was particularly tormented.

  If I do this, I will betray them. Should I find an opportunity to meet the Chief and tell him that the half-destroyed temple belongs to the real creator who controls the Shepherd's Path?

  But how can I make the Chief believe me, instead of thinking that I am likely to be bewitched by the evil god like Elder Lovia?

  Derrick scratched his hair in annoyance. Lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the room with bursts of brightness. The Hurricane Axe next to him was emitting a faint light.

  Derrick stopped and stared at the dark sky outside the window. He seemed to see his parents before they died again, and remembered the pain of stabbing with a straight sword.

  Derrick suddenly recalled the conversation between himself and Mr. Baita at the Tarot Club:

  Saving Silver City cannot rely on you alone, you also need your partners and friends.

  Derrick remembered what Mr. Baita said, "Every day is their doomsday!"

  He remembered his firm answer, "Save Silver City!"

  He seemed to have mustered some courage in his heart, and some expectations for the future.

  "I should trust Silver City, trust the Chief!"

  Derrick's self-consoling words gave him more courage and sense of responsibility.

  He decided to follow the suggestions of Mr. Hanged Man and Mr. White Tower and not participate in the exploration of the half-ruined temple, but not by retreating and letting other people in Silver City explore or even die.

  Derrick mustered up his courage, picked up the Hurricane Axe that was placed aside, and put it on his waist. He

  walked out of his room with a fur lantern and went to the tower where the six-member council was located.

  When Derrick arrived, he wanted to meet the Chief because he had something very important to do, which involved the next exploration of the half-ruined temple.

  While waiting anxiously and uneasy, Derrick received a message from the guards.

  Standing in front of the door of the Chief's office, Derrick's courage suddenly faded.

  He wanted to retreat a little. He didn't know whether the Chief would believe his explanation, and he didn't know how the Chief and his men would deal with him.

  He hesitated outside the door for a long time before he stiffened his arms and knocked on the door of the office.

  "Knock, knock!"

  "Come in."

  The chief's calm, deep voice came from inside.

  Derrick felt that his heart had never beat so fast before. He bit his lip and pushed open the door of the chief's office.

  With a creaking sound, the door slowly opened, and Derrick saw the chief of Silver City, Colin Iliad, sitting in front of the large desk.

  The chief of Silver City had gray hair, which looked quite messy due to neglect. His nasolabial folds were quite heavy, his light blue eyes were deep and vicissitudes, and there were some deep or twisted old scars on his cheeks. He was wearing a linen shirt inside, and a belt with many compartments around his waist.

  After Derrick silently closed the door behind him, he walked to the chief with heavy steps.

  Looking at the chief in front of him, Derrick lowered his head unconsciously, and his voice became stiff:

  "Your Excellency the Chief! I have very important information to report to you."

  "Well, the guard who passed the message has already told me that you hesitated outside the door for a long time. Are you worried that you won't be able to gain my trust?"

  Colin Iliad nodded slightly, and directly asked Derrick why he hesitated outside the door.

  Derrick was stunned for a moment, and was a little flustered after his prepared words were interrupted. He

  pursed his lips tightly, not knowing how to answer for a moment, so he could only nod blankly and then shook his head quickly.

  "Your Excellency the Chief, I'm just a little worried."  Chapter 179 Derrick's Confession

  Colin Iliad waved his hand slightly, interrupting Derrick's unfinished words, and then said:

  "Just tell me what you want to report. You just spent too much time outside the door. I have a meeting later."

  Derrick nodded blankly, organized his words and said:

  "Sir, can you stop the exploration of the half-ruined temple?"

  "That is the temple of the real creator. It is a real evil god, and it is an evil god who controls the shepherd's way. If Lovia leads the team to explore, I am worried that there will be accidents."

  After saying what he wanted to say in his heart, Derrick felt a lot more relaxed.

  A dark green complex symbol appeared in each of Colin Iliad's eyes. He looked at Derrick with a serious aura, and said in a voice with a rare majesty:

  "Say what you just said again!"

  Derrick was stunned for a second, then nodded again and repeated his words again.

  Colin Iliad did not express his opinion, but said in a serious and cold tone:

  "How do you know this information?"

  Derrick hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and told everything:

  "After I killed my parents with my own hands, I kept praying to the gods, but unexpectedly established a connection with a great being, and He allowed me to attend a party held in His kingdom of God once a week."

  "I mentioned at the party that I would participate in the exploration of the half-ruined temple next. I have mentioned the information about the half-ruined temple to the other members of the party before, and they asked me not to participate in this exploration."

  Colin Iliad maintained his posture without moving, and said in a tone even colder than before:

  "How did they ask you to avoid this exploration? And every week? Is this their way of timekeeping?"

  Derrick wanted to bury his head deeply in his chest, but the courage in his heart made him raise his head again and look into the eyes of the chief. His tone became more natural and he spoke:

  "One of the members gave me a suggestion. He told me to make myself look like a precursor to losing control. This way, I could avoid the next exploration. I only need to rest quietly for a week to fully recover."

  "A week is their way of counting time outside. It is roughly equivalent to seven lightning strikes. They call us the Forsaken Land of God."

  "I only know that their world has sunshine, sea, and normal food. There are no monsters in the dark."

  Derrick paused here and carefully observed the chief's reaction.

  "Continue." Colin Iliad said in a faint voice.

  Derrick was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say. He hesitated for a while before continuing:

  "My potion formula came from the transaction at that party. It is the Sun Path that Silver City does not have."

  "I also traded some information with them using the content in the textbook. There are seven gods in their world, namely the Goddess of Night, the Mother Goddess of Earth, and the God of War."

  "I also got a spell knowledge. Can I show this spell?"

  Derrick thought of the extraordinary knowledge he had obtained through the secret ceremony last time. This kind of knowledge that Silver City has never had should prove that he can really contact the outside world.

  Colin Iliad nodded gently: "Okay."

  After Derrick nodded gently, he put his hands together and prayed. A sacred, bright, pure and warm light appeared in the room.

  Then Derrick stretched out his hand in a very unskilled posture to grasp in the light. After failing twice, he finally dragged out a straight sword condensed by the light from the light.

  Derrick scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I haven't mastered this spell yet."

  The dark green complex symbols in Colin Iliad's eyes disappeared. He stared at Derrick quietly for a while, and then said,

  "Why would a great being allow you and the members you mentioned to gather in His kingdom of God?"

  "Are you sure that the great being you mentioned is not an evil god?"

  Derrick shook his head blankly at first, then nodded firmly and said,

  "I believe that great being has no ill will towards us!"

  Colin Iliad didn't care about Derrick's answer, but asked other questions:

  "The sequences of those members you mentioned who are also attending the party should not be too high, right?"

  Derrick frowned slightly, recalling the performance of everyone at the previous Tarot Party. Except for the unfathomable Mr. Fool and the obviously stronger Mr. White Tower, the rest should only be at the level of Sequence Eight and Sequence Seven.

  Derrick turned his attention back to the chief, nodded at his serious expression and said,

  "Well, apart from the great being who convened the gathering, there is only one relatively strong member, and the sequences of the others should not be too far from mine."

  Colin Iliad just nodded slightly, and then changed the subject:

  "Why do you want to confess this to me? You clearly tried to hide your own specialness at the beginning."     Derrick lowered his head, his cheeks burning, and he spoke a little embarrassedly:

  "I was afraid of being discovered and treated as a fallen person bewitched by the evil god."

  "When I discussed the exploration of the half-ruined temple with everyone this time, one member mentioned that saving the City of Silver cannot be done by one person alone."

  "I don't want to retreat from this exploration without caring about the safety of other members of the exploration team."

  After saying these words, Derrick mustered up the courage to look at the chief in front of him.

  Colin Iliad's eyes suddenly showed complex dark green symbols. He looked at Derrick expressionlessly and stared deeply.

  Derrick felt that the courage he had finally mustered up faded a lot in an instant, and he wanted to bury his head again.

  "I will discuss the exploration of the half-ruined temple with the six-member council again, but you must understand that we will not give up our exploration of the depths of darkness because of this problem."

  "But, Chief..."

  "Silver City did not survive in the darkness for thousands of years by retreating. Perhaps you will understand in the future that faith and will are more important than sacrifice!"

  Colin Iliad interrupted Derrick and continued,

  "You should understand that whether you are contaminated by the evil god or not, you must stay under our control during this period."

  Derrick nodded heavily and said with a resolute voice, "I understand, Your Excellency Chief, I accept any punishment."

  Derrick was taken to the bottom of the round tower, where the Beyonders who showed signs of losing control and the contaminated exploration team members were imprisoned.

  It was not known whether it was a deliberate arrangement by the chief of the six-member council of Silver City or a coincidence that Derrick was imprisoned in the small room where he should have been imprisoned.

  Except for the guards who brought him candles and food, no one could be seen.

  Most of the time, Derrick stayed in the candlelight, staring at the deep darkness around him.

  On Wednesday morning, Renekton collected enough white paper and bound it into blank books. Then he set up a ceremony to pray for knowledge from the green light Serapis.

  After setting up the ceremony, Renekton placed a stack of blank books and ink in front of the candles.

  With a snap of his fingers, the three candles were all lit.

  He sprinkled some herbal powder and dripped a drop of essential oil into the burning candlelight. The smell of tulips instantly filled the room.

  Renekton took a step back and began to chant the spell:

  "The light of the spiritual world that never fades, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the green of emotion and art."

  "I pray to you, pray for knowledge in the spiritual realm."

  The light in the room dimmed, and the temperature continued to drop, making the room seem a little cold.

  Woo! The sound of wind sounded, and the candlelight was dyed with a ten-cent green light, swaying in the wind.

  The stack of blank books was blown by the wind, and the pages flipped. The ink placed next to it stirred up waves in the air and then fell on the flipping blank pages.

  Under Renekton's gaze, dense words quickly appeared on the originally blank pages. Every drop of ink thrown into the air by the whistling wind could accurately fall on the pages and form words.

  "This is much more convenient than a printer!"

  Renekton said a very rude word in his heart.

  But fortunately, this is not a secret ceremony, and the green light Serapis cannot know what is in his heart.

  This scene lasted for two or three minutes before it ended. The sobbing wind disappeared, and the candlelight that was swaying constantly not only returned to stability, but also faded the green layer. The light and temperature in the room gradually returned to normal.

  Renekton took two steps closer, reached out to extinguish the burning candle, and then picked up the books that were scattered by the wind one by one.

  The originally blank pages already had lines of standard words like those printed by a printer.

  After cleaning up the ceremony site, I flipped through the contents of each book, then took out paint and a brush and marked the cover of each book to make it easier for me to distinguish them. Chapter 180 Action Begins

  After getting the spiritual knowledge he wanted from Green Light Serapis, Renekton has been immersed in books and the development of secret arts.

  Until Klein, with sweat on his forehead, knocked on the door downstairs, Renekton still used the door-opening ability he had analyzed to connect the door of the study room with the door of the living room downstairs.

  After Klein noticed the changes on the door, he pushed the door open and walked into the study on the second floor. Renekton

  looked at the sweat on Klein's forehead and asked:

  "Are you hot?"

  "A little bit. I bought a magical item. Its negative effect is that it will make people feel like they are in a hot summer."

  Klein showed the dark gold brooch in the shape of a sunbird in his hand while speaking.

  "Yeah." Renekton nodded slightly and snapped his fingers casually. A cool breeze instantly filled the study room.

  In the cold winter, this coolness was a little bit biting. But for Klein, it was just right. He felt that the heat on his body had dissipated a lot.

  This time, he didn't pour coffee for Klein, but a glass of juice. Renekton took the poured juice in his hand, and a thin layer of white frost quickly covered the cup.

  "Here, iced juice. I think this is more suitable for your current appetite!"

  Klein took the cold cup, exhaled a long breath, and smiled a little. He said:

  "You seem to be particularly good at casting spells."

  "This is inevitable. Whether it is a reader or a secret peeper, they are both good at casting spells."

  Renekton nodded without comment, and then added:

  "Don't drink too quickly. The burning sensation on your body is just an illusion. The most real feeling of your body should be cold."

  Klein nodded slightly and said:

  "I understand."

  "Miss Sharon is already selecting an ambush site. The action should be launched in the next two days."

  Renekton nodded slightly and responded:

  "I know. Just notify me when the action is launched. I should stay at home reading during this time."

  Klein looked at Renekton repeatedly with a puzzled look.

  Renekton responded with a puzzled look.

  "Well, I feel like you've changed a little."

  Klein raised the glass of iced juice in his hand and said very seriously.

  After a brief silence, Renekton quickly reorganized his expression and said:

  "Two days ago, Red Light El Moria reminded me that human nature is a little unstable. These two days, I'm adjusting my state."

  Klein frowned slightly and asked with a worried tone:

  "Human nature is unstable? Is there any way to solve it?"

  "Get promoted as soon as possible."

  Renekton pointed to the stack of books on the desk.

  Klein's eyes swept over the stack of roughly bound books on the desk, and he could probably guess that this was preparing to develop new secrets.

  "I understand, then I won't bother you for now. If you need help, you can come to me at any time."

  He nodded to Renekton and said goodbye and left.

  After Klein left, Renekton immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge again.

  While flipping through the book, he couldn't help but sigh:

  "Unconsciously, I actually fell in love with reading. If it were me half a year ago, I would probably drown in the ocean of knowledge!"

  The next morning, Rekton got up, washed up, and went to the restaurant downstairs to enjoy the breakfast prepared by Bugs Bunny.

  "Knock, knock~"

  There was a knock on the door, and then the door creaked open by itself.

  Klein looked at the door that opened automatically, and then turned his head to look at the newspapers and envelopes that came out of the mailbox behind him.

  Klein restrained his urge to open his spiritual vision. He felt that the spirits recovered by a crow could not be too normal. It was better not to see these spirits, so as not to pollute his eyes.

  After entering the house, Klein walked straight to the restaurant, dragged a chair and sat down before saying,

  "Miss Sharon is ready. Let's meet at the back door of the Brave Bar at 10 o'clock tonight."

  "Well, I understand. You go there first. The ghosts are also good at divination. I need to keep my existence secret, otherwise those indulgent guys might just run away."

  Renekton answered while eating breakfast.

  Klein nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

  At 10 o'clock in the evening, in the alley behind the Brave Bar.

  Klein was wearing a black double-breasted long dress and a black half-high hat. He walked casually towards the nearest street in a strolling manner.

  As soon as he reached the entrance of the alley, a carriage stopped in front of him. Behind the glass window was a pair of black eyes that always suppressed malice.

  Klein calmly pressed the half-high hat on his head, held a sturdy cane, and got on the carriage.

  "There's another one?" Maric glanced at Klein and the empty alley behind him, his brows gradually furrowed.

  "He's hiding. The ghosts are good at divination, and he doesn't want the other party to retreat because of his presence."     Maric pinched his frowning brows and said in a skeptical tone:

  "Your attire is not suitable for fighting."

  Klein smiled and said:

  "My extraordinary abilities are different from yours, and my fighting style is also different. This person will not cause any negative impact, and it is even very suitable for me."

  While explaining, he took out three sedatives from a secret pocket on the inside of his clothes. They were special sedatives that he bought from the fat pharmacist at the party.

  At the other window, an illusory and transparent figure quickly appeared.

  Miss Sharon was wearing a black court dress and a small soft hat.

  Sharon looked at Klein with her blue eyes and said in a vague tone:

  "You explained too much, it's not natural enough."

  "Maybe it's because I'm a little nervous."

  Klein eased his embarrassment with a smile and responded.

  Then he handed the three sedatives in his hand to Maric:

  "Find a chance to drink them. You must be more experienced than me."

  After taking the sedatives, Maric gently shook the liquid inside and looked at the sealed and transparent glass test tube:

  "No problem."

  Klein nodded slightly and asked other questions:

  "Will you be harmed by purification?"

  "Zombies will, and so will I when I become a spirit."

  Sharon's answer was very concise and clear.

  Klein nodded, and then asked about the effects of other types of damage.

  After ten minutes, the zombie driving the car pulled the reins. The carriage stopped in a dark and stacked place with dilapidated buildings. There was a sound of rushing water not far away.

  Maric explained:

  "This place has been abandoned for a year and is about to be converted into the West Balam Dock. Our scheduled ambush location is in the warehouse area."

  Klein got off the carriage, looked around, and began to recall the surrounding situation in his mind.

  Abandoned dock. If anything goes wrong, the Tussock River is the best escape route. According to my previous understanding, if you go out from here and walk about two kilometers northwest, there is a lever church belonging to the god of steam and machinery.

  After walking for a few minutes, Klein and his companions came to an open space surrounded by several warehouses.

  Maric pointed to a wooden box quietly placed in a dim corner and said,

  "That's the explosives you want."

  Sharon looked around, her eyes paused on the roof of a warehouse, and then moved away.

  The voice said to Klein in an illusory voice,

  "You make your preparations here, we will lead the enemy here, it will not take more than thirty minutes, please grasp the time."

  "You communicate with your friend, it's best to wait until the crimson moon corona appears, and then use that eye to find Steve and launch a surprise attack on him."

  After listening carefully, Klein nodded slightly, chuckled and said,

  "It's a very simple plan."

  "The simpler the plan, the more effective it is." Sharon responded calmly.

  After the communication, Sharon's figure disappeared instantly, and Maric also ran away from the dock.

  Klein walked to the wooden box containing explosives and took out the explosives one by one, preparing to bury them in different corners and warehouses.

  The shadow next to him suddenly twisted, and Renekton, wearing a light brown long windbreaker and a gray wool sweater with a stand-up collar, walked out of the shadows holding a bone staff.

  Klein's eyes lingered on the bone staff in Renekton's hand, which was the length of an adult's forearm. This bone staff gave him a very strong sense of ominousness and darkness.

  "After you find the wronged soul, you should attack him first. I will not take the initiative to observe the location of the wronged soul, which will break my secret state."

  Klein was reminded, and the surrounding shadows crawled again to cover Renekton's figure and disappeared on the spot.

  "Okay." Klein said to the empty space in front of him, and he left the corner with the gunpowder without caring whether the other party heard it or not.

  After burying all the explosives, Klein took out his revolver and adjusted the ratio of the bullets in it, replacing it with three purification bullets and two exorcism bullets.

  He threw some more matches and cut-out paper figures in inconspicuous places.

  After doing all this, Klein examined the surrounding environment. After confirming that nothing was missed, he took out the sun brooch in the iron box and put it on his left chest.

  He climbed to the roof of a nearby warehouse and hid in the shadows.

  "Snap!" With a snap of his fingers, the paper figure he had thrown in the gap between the two warehouses suddenly gained strength and turned into his own appearance and stood there.

  On the roof of the warehouse opposite, Renekton sat in a shadow, his breath and figure were completely obscured, and he quietly watched Klein's busyness below.

  Not long after, three figures in the distance approached this side at a very fast speed.

  Maric, who was running in the front, was faster than a steam train at its peak. In a whoosh, his figure arrived at the entrance of the open space.