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  Chapter 191 Purification

  Klein's eyes quickly scanned the area and finally stopped at the sun brooch.

  Perhaps he could use it as a "bridge" to complete a simple exorcism ritual.

  This thought flashed through Klein's mind, and he immediately stretched out his right hand and grasped the dark golden brooch in the shape of a sunbird.

  Klein used his own spirituality as a vortex to absorb the pried power in the mysterious space and directed it like a tide to the sun brooch in his hand.

  Points of pure light intertwined, swept, and rushed towards Klein, merging with his spirituality.

  The sun brooch then burst into a dazzling brilliance, becoming brighter and thicker, until it condensed drop after drop of golden translucent liquid.

  These liquids quickly merged and twisted, turning into a golden figure as tall as Klein, a figure full of sacred aura!

  Sure enough, the "holy water of the sun" produced by a higher level of power is closer to the blessing of the gods!

  Klein controlled his excitement and joy. He let the golden figure formed by the "Holy Water of the Sun" come forward and overlap and merge with the little sun in the secret ceremony through the illusory crimson stars.

  He tried to use this method to expel Amon, who was parasitic in the little sun, and bring him certain knowledge and wonderful spiritual experience.

  However, Klein did not have much confidence in this. The power of the mysterious space above the gray fog that he pried, or the power of Sefirah Castle, was obviously higher than his spirituality, making it difficult for him to master it smoothly.

  Klein's eyes swept over the items placed on the bronze table again. Following the intuition of a fortune teller, his eyes stayed on the blasphemous card.

  This was the highest-ranking and highest-level thing among all the items he owned!

  Klein reached out and grabbed the black emperor card with its back facing up!

  At the same time, he swept his eyes across the crimson star belonging to the little sun and saw a terrifying scene:

  within the little sun's silhouette outlined by the illusory light of the crimson star, a shrunken hand with only skin and bones suddenly stretched out, slowly but firmly grasping the border of the crimson star!

  Amon! He was trying to use the connection of the secret ceremony to penetrate reality, open the boundary, and reach his hand into the gray fog!

  Woo!

  For the first time, the gray-white fog around him became a little chaotic, and the waves that gathered due to the flow gathered into a strong wind.

  Klein's pupils shrank suddenly. He didn't bother to think about whether his idea was feasible or how Amon did it. He immediately picked up the Black Emperor card on the table.

  With the help of the status of the Black Emperor card, he could finally easily move the power that was pried from the Source Castle.

  Suddenly, the golden figure became unusually tall, and pairs of huge black wings grew behind him, a total of twelve pairs!

  Each pair of wings had inscriptions of light and dark and feathers painted with mysterious symbols.

  Gold and black formed a sharp contrast, both sacred and corrupt!

  Driven by Klein, the huge figure spread out a pair of wings, covering the wide dome of the towering palace.

  Silently, the tall, bright and dark figure flashed out, overlapping with the figure of the little sun Derrick created by the crimson star!

  In an instant, light and shadow intertwined, and the wind was overflowing!

  The palm that Amon stretched out, which was so dry that it had no flesh and blood, shrank back uncontrollably, but was determined not to retreat.

  It was like a person on a cliff in a corner, reaching out to grab the bulge that saved his life and would never let go.

  Buzz!

  In the illusory and complex sound, light and darkness completely erupted. The palm that Amon stretched out through the little sun Derrick finally lost its support and slid back suddenly, constantly disintegrating and dissipating.

  After several seconds, the mysterious space above the gray fog was completely calm.

  Klein stared again. The figure of Little Sun Derrick, condensed by the crimson star, no longer had the illusory, distorted spirit of Amon entangled with him.

  Huh! With a long sigh of relief, Klein reached out again, materialized the contrasting images before and after, and threw them at the figure of Little Sun Derrick outlined by the crimson light. After

  hesitating for a moment, Klein materialized another image and threw it to the crimson star belonging to the White Tower.

  In Silver City, Little Sun Derrick felt that he was both awake and in a trance at the same time.

  He seemed to see a series of indescribable figures, different colors of light containing infinite knowledge, and a majestic and tall golden figure looking down at everything.

  This figure stood in the thick gray fog, beside Mr. Fool, with twelve pairs of huge dark and mysterious wings behind him.

  Derrick felt that he had come into contact with this majestic and tall golden figure, and his body and mind became pure and warm.

  At the same time, some more knowledge appeared in his mind. He seemed to understand what sunlight was, and comprehended how to make holy water and how to exorcise evil spirits.

  The wonderful spiritual experience intoxicated Derrick, as if he had returned to his most carefree childhood and entered the imagined land of the sun. It was not

  until everything disappeared and the simple furniture in his room reappeared in his vision that he came back to his senses.

  "Is this the 'secret ceremony' mentioned in the textbook? No one in the records of Silver City has succeeded, and no one has truly come into contact with the great existence."

  At this moment, Derrick showed a sincere smile on his face. He believed that Silver City would be saved!

  Derrick lowered his head and said with great respect:

  "Praise you, great Mr. Fool!"

  In a deep darkness not known how far away from Silver City, a flash of lightning flashed across, dispelling the darkness nearby.

  This is a plain full of gullies, and a blue-black Cyclops is wandering unconsciously.

  His eyes are lifeless, his face is full of traces of rot and pus, and his body is filled with gray-yellow gas, interweaving into clouds in the air.     At his feet, at the deepest gully of the plain, a figure was standing on the edge, looking down.

  The light of lightning illuminated some of the heavy and wide gray-white buildings at the bottom of the gully, as well as the figure wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat.

  He raised his hand and pinched the crystal monocle on his right eye, then looked up to the left and into the distance!

  "Sure enough." He whispered, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said a word: "Fool!"

  The lightning that flashed across the sky subsided for a second, and the surroundings were once again completely shrouded in darkness.

  Backlund, in a study room on Minsk Street.

  Just as he picked up a cup of coffee, a large area of ​​gray-white fog and deep red light suddenly surged in Renekton's vision like a tide .

  In the center of the fog was a chair high above, and the Fool was sitting leisurely.

  Next was a tall boy of seventeen or eighteen years old covered by a transparent illusory figure.

  The figure covering it was wearing a black classical robe, a pointed hat of the same color, and a signature crystal monocle on his face!

  Then, a magnificent golden figure with twelve pairs of black wings on his back.

  This golden figure confronted the figure wearing the monocle and finally purified it.

  The gray mist and the crimson light dissipated together, and the layout of his study and the cup of coffee in his hand reappeared in his vision.

  "Amon! Why did Klein show me this picture?"

  Renekton lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, whispering to himself.

  Inspiration suddenly touched Renekton, who put down the coffee in his hand, got up and went to the utility room to find some ritual materials.

  Back in the study, he immediately began to arrange the ritual of communicating with the seven lights of the spirit world.

  He skillfully arranged the ritual, snapped his fingers, and the candles that had been placed suddenly burst into flames.

  Dong! Dong! Dong!

  There was a knock on the door downstairs, followed by the sound of the door opening.

  Renekton stood in the study and waited for a while, then Bugs Bunny led Klein to the study on the second floor.

  Glancing at Bugs Bunny standing aside, the rabbit immediately turned around and left the study.

  After Bugs Bunny left, Renekton said to Klein:

  "Wait a moment, I'll complete the ritual."

  He picked up the essential oil that had been prepared long ago and dripped two drops into the candle flame. The room was instantly filled with fragrance.

  Renekton took a step back and chanted in a low voice:

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

  "I pray to you, pray for some knowledge."

  As the spell was chanted, the light in the study dimmed visibly, and the temperature dropped a little, and the swaying candle flame was stained with a layer of red.

  Woo! A cold wind swirled in the room.

  "This is a ritual that the Church of Knowledge often uses to communicate with the Seven Lights of the Spirit World. The spell I just chanted corresponds to the Red Light of El Moria."

  Renekton explained in a low voice while watching the changes in the ritual in front of him.

  "Red Light, El Moria!" Klein did not hide the doubts in his tone. He could feel that the other party seemed to have waited for him to arrive before holding the ritual.

  Renekton nodded slightly:

  "For some questions, it is better to ask the Seven Lights directly. It just so happens that they have always wanted to communicate with you."

  As soon as Renekton finished speaking, a layer of herbal powder sprinkled on the floor in the middle of the room was driven by the cold whirlwind to fly in the air, twisting and expanding.

  Soon, the image of an extremely majestic old man in a red robe was outlined.

  Renekton saluted and greeted him skillfully:

  "Good afternoon, Mr. El Moria~"

  "Good afternoon, the Favored One of 'Knowledge'~" "Good afternoon, Your Highness!"

  Red Light El Moria first responded to Renekton's greeting, and then saluted and greeted Klein very solemnly.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. El Moria~"

  Klein was not used to the other party's attitude towards him. He imitated Renekton's words and actions a little uncomfortably and saluted and greeted the red light, one of the seven pure lights in the spiritual world.  Chapter 192 Klein and Red Light

  "Do you, the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm, have a way to reach the Forsaken Land of God? Amon already knows of his existence."

  Renekton started the conversation, glancing at Klein as he spoke.

  Amon discovered my existence. Did he know from the beginning that I was the so-called Fool?

  Renekton's short words directly caused ripples in Klein's heart. He didn't even have the energy to think about Amon's question and Red Light El Moria's strange attitude towards him.

  Red Light El Moria looked at Klein with a somewhat solemn expression, and said after a little hesitation:

  "Amon's real body is in the God-Forsaken Land. He will not act easily before He truly confirms your identity or finds important clues."

  "Of course, Your Highness, you still need to be on guard against Him. He is the biggest obstacle for you to return to the supreme position."

  "In the near future, there will be an all-out fight between you and Him!"

  After instructing Klein, El Moria turned his gaze back to Renekton and answered the previous question:

  "The spiritual world of the God-Forsaken Land is also isolated from the outside world. Even we who are closely related to the spiritual world cannot cross this blockade."

  "I do know the way to enter the God-Forsaken Land, but I don't recommend that you step in there now. For you now, it is an extremely dangerous place."

  Renekton nodded slightly and chuckled:

  "Don't worry, I don't have the idea of ​​giving special abilities to people."

  The study fell into silence for a short time. No one spoke again. Only the cold whirlwind swirled in the middle of the house, driving the scattered herbal powder up and down in the air.

  Klein reorganized his thoughts and his eyes wandered between Renekton and El Moria.

  El Moria seemed to see the hesitation in Klein's heart and said in a very kind manner:

  "Your Highness, you can ask me any questions you have. As long as I know, I can tell you now."

  "You don't have to be so polite." After a pause, Klein took a deep breath and continued:

  "What do you think I should know and can know now?"

  Klein thought about the question he wanted to ask and expressed it in a different way. It would be more convenient than asking one by one.

  The expression on El Moria's face became a little more serious. After a little thought, he thought of the wording and said,

  "Knowledge involving high levels is inherently contaminated. Your Highness, your current sequence is not high, and there is a limit to what I can tell you."

  At this point, El Moria's eyes met Klein's, as if he saw through what Klein was thinking, and continued,

  "Your uniqueness is based on Sefirah Castle, and Sefirah Castle is the essence of the three paths of fortune teller, thief, and apprentice. It is a must to reach the higher sequences!"

  "Just like if you want to become Sequence 0, you must master uniqueness."

  "The connection between Sefirah Castle and you will leave some special marks on you. Such marks will be seen by high-ranking people belonging to the three paths of Sefirah Castle." "

  At the same time, it will also be seen by high-ranking beings in other paths who hold part of the power of destiny!"

  "This kind of specialness must wait until you become a demigod before it can be concealed."

  Klein listened to El Moria's narration in silence, his eyes lingering on Renekton for a while.

  After seeing Klein's actions, El Moria raised his hand and stroked his beard, saying with a smile:

  "He is the favored one of 'knowledge'. This 'knowledge' not only refers to the god of knowledge, but also refers to the essence that symbolizes knowledge."

  "The activated essence and Sefirah Castle belong to the same level of items. It is not special that he knows your identity."

  "Strictly speaking, the status of the Knowledge Wilderness is lower than Sefirah Castle."

  Renekton glanced at the red light that directly betrayed his information to Klein, coughed lightly, and corrected a small loophole in El Moria's words.

  Knowledge Wilderness, Sefirah Castle. Why do I feel that everyone knows my secrets except me? Is this a secret only to me?

  After digesting the information brought by El Moria, some of Klein's doubts were finally answered, and more questions arose at the same time.

  Why am I connected to Sefirah Castle, and what is the relationship between Sefirah Castle and my crossing? Al has nothing to do with Sefirah Castle, so his crossing should be related to the Knowledge Wilderness. What is the reason for Russell's crossing?

  El Moria's majestic voice sounded again:

  "There is a saying in the Extraordinary World that when your own Extraordinary Path is determined, your enemies and friends are also determined accordingly."

  "All the Seers, Thieves, and Apprentice Path Angels will be your enemies!"

  Klein frowned even deeper. Angels of three paths, I'm only a Sequence 7.

  While thinking, Klein turned his gaze to Renekton who was standing aside.

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

  "There are only two paths in the Wilds of Knowledge, the Peeper and the Universalist. I only need to face the God of Steam."

  "Why is there no Hidden Sage?"

  Klein asked at the right time.

  El Moria answered this question for Klein before Renekton spoke:     "The activation of the Hidden Sage is deeply related to the Wilds of Knowledge. This evil god has long been under the control of the Wilds of Knowledge."

  "If he attacks the Hidden Sage, he will only become the next Hidden Sage."

  Renekton looked at the scene in front of him and felt very interesting. As one of the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, El Moria's performance in front of Klein was completely a walking encyclopedia.

  Renekton looked at Klein's bitter and resentful expression, chuckled and reminded him:

  "Don't think about these things that are too far away. After all, we are not even demigods now."

  "Keep your own mentality. Before becoming a demigod, it is the easiest stage to accumulate humanity."

  "Thank you, I am not comforted at all." Klein replied in a spitting tone.

  "Do you know the rules of the magician's role?"

  The news he received today made Klein feel a sense of urgency

  . He must quickly upgrade his sequence, at least to the Sequence 4 demigod level as soon as possible to cover up the traces of Sefirah on me.

  Renekton looked like he was recalling something. After thinking for a moment, he said,

  "I know four things:

  1. Do more active performances, but don't do unprepared performances;

  2. Challenge the impossible, even if the final result is just fake;

  3. Try to get the audience's applause;

  4. Control the target's attention."

  Klein pondered for a moment. This was not much different from his own summary. Then he turned to El Moria for confirmation.

  El Moria nodded slightly and said in a very majestic voice,

  "Basically, this is the case. Everyone's role is different. You need to find a way that suits you."

  In the chief office at the top of the round tower in the City of Silver.

  The chief of the six-member council, Colin Iliad, was standing in front of the window, staring at the City of Silver shrouded in darkness and lightning.

  The dim candlelight in the room illuminated his messy gray hair, the twisted and hideous old scars on his face, the deep lines on his face, and his eyes full of worry.

  As if he had noticed something, Colin turned around and looked into the dark corner, asking in a deep voice:

  "Did you find anything?"

  In the corner where Colin was looking, a shadow stood up, projected darkly onto the wall, twisting and swaying constantly.

  A voice with a metallic friction sounded in the room:

  "After Derrick Berg returned to his home, his behavior showed some abnormality."

  Colin nodded slightly without feeling surprised, and asked in a flat voice:

  "What did he do?"

  After using the magical item at the bottom of the round tower to transform into a light man and solve the problem of the out-of-control person and Amon's clone, he always suspected that the problem was not completely solved.

  The former captain of the exploration team mentioned by Derrick became Amon's clone, and Derrick, who had been in contact with Amon's clone for so long, suspected that the other party had also unknowingly become the clone of Amon.

  He didn't know whether what happened today was a fight between evil gods, a test, or an attempt to gain his trust.

  But he had to make a completely different response from the previous handling method.

  On the wall, the slightly swaying black shadow replied:

  "After he entered the room, he sat down beside the bed and talked to himself in a low voice for a long time. I didn't get too close because I was worried about being discovered by the mysterious man, so I didn't hear clearly what he said, but I can be sure that this was an abnormal behavior."

  "After talking to himself, Derrick seemed to become very tired and fell asleep quickly, but not long after, he suddenly woke up and performed a ceremony, a ceremony with mystical elements."

  "This ceremony seems to have received a response!"

  Colin frowned and thought for a while, his tone gradually became heavy,

  "Sure enough. Is he communicating with Amon's body in this way? Or communicating with the evil god who has established a connection with him to help him get rid of the remnants of Amon in his body!"

  "What is his or their purpose?"

  The black shadow on the wall was silent. He couldn't answer this question, so he could only continue:

  "After the ceremony, Derrick didn't seem to have changed much. Do we need to deal with it immediately? Whether it is Amon's body or the evil god who has established a connection with Derrick, they are not something we can deal with."

  Colin was silent for several seconds before saying:

  "Not for now. Neither the evil god nor Amon has shown enough malice towards us. It is more beneficial for us to let them influence and restrain each other."

  "Do you still remember the prophecy? The disaster is about to come. We are facing more and more dangers. Danger may also be an opportunity for us!"

  "Follow your will, Mr. Chief!"

  The black shadow on the wall slowly shrank back to the ground until it disappeared completely.  Chapter 193 Each of Us

  On the other side of Silver City, at Derrick Berg's house.

  Derrick, who had been relaxed, suddenly started coughing violently, as if his heart was about to burst.

  Cough! Cough! Cough!

  Derrick had to bend over and cough continuously until his throat itched and he coughed something out!

  A translucent worm, which fell to the ground with a snap! .

  It was the size and thickness of a finger, with some completely transparent parts on its body, forming circles of rings, a total of twelve circles.

  Derrick had seen something similar before, at the bottom of the round tower, when the chief had cleared out the former captain of the exploration team who had been turned into his clone by Amon.

  He bent over and picked up the translucent worm, quietly looking at the translucent body that had lost its life.

  What is it? What is its use? . Derrick fell into deep thought.

  On the vast Sonia Sea, the waves kept rising and falling, and a ghost ship was sailing steadily on the sea without any shaking.

  In the captain's cabin, Alger, dressed as a storm priest and holding a brass sextant, was meditating with his eyes closed.

  Silently, a smile appeared on his face.

  "I have finally digested it. The crystal feathers of the Blue Shadow Falcon and the eyeballs of the Dragon Eye Sea Eagle are still missing. I hope to get some good news at the next Tarot meeting."

  Alger opened his eyes and raised his hands slightly, and suddenly there were dots of blue around him.

  They intertwined and gathered together to form a huge wave that swept forward.

  Alger pressed his hands, and the huge wave that swept away instantly collapsed, turning into countless raindrops and scattered on the deck.

  During the four months of sailing on the sea, he continued to complete various tasks assigned by the church, and consciously explored new routes and searched for undiscovered islands.

  This allowed him to gradually master the role-playing code of the navigator: master the route and weather information; explore and discover!

  Backlund, Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

  Audrey and Susie, the big golden retriever squatting at her feet, were very patient and enjoying learning psychology.

  Sitting on the other side was the member of the Psychological Alchemy Society who was sent to contact her, Eslant!

  "You are really talented in this area!"

  Eslant said without hiding her admiration for Audrey.

  After saying this, she looked up at the gorgeous and complicated wall clock hanging on the wall, smiled and said:

  "Time is up. Today's class ends here, Miss Audrey, if you are interested in this school of psychology, we can continue this topic next time."

  "Okay." Audrey lifted her skirt and stood up to salute.

  While watching the other party leave, she nodded slightly in thought:

  Ms. Eslant's performance does not seem like a real "psychologist", at most, she is a "mind reader" like me.

  What she just told me should be the basic theory of the Psychological Alchemy Society.

  Alas. Why don't they recruit me to join the club?

  Susie, the golden retriever standing next to Audrey, shook her head and said happily:

  "Audrey, I feel like she is the same person as us. No, the same dog. That's not right. Woof!"

  Susie, who had not yet mastered human language, fell into confusion and could only use a dog bark to cover up her embarrassment.

  In the house at No. 15 Minsk Street.

  Klein picked up the various ingredients he had just bought with some unfamiliar movements and prepared to make himself a bowl of fried rice.

  After going through all the trouble with the kitchen utensils and the kitchen, he finally made a pot of fragrant fried rice, paired with pickled meat and black tea, and he almost burst into tears while eating it.

  "It's such a nostalgic and touching taste."

  Before Klein could sigh, a silver spoon reached directly into the plate in front of him and scooped away a spoonful of fried rice.

  Klein looked up at Renekton who had appeared in his room without a sound. Following his own inspiration, he looked around. The layout of his restaurant seemed to overlap with a familiar place.

  "How did you do it?" Klein asked curiously.

  He scooped another spoonful of egg fried rice from the plate in front of Klein, smacked his lips and swallowed it. He licked his lips with some satisfaction and said,

  "I have made no progress in studying the secret arts of emotions and desires recently. In order to relieve the pressure, I turned to studying the spatial ability of the gate path."

  "It seems that you have achieved good results."

  Klein looked around and roughly understood that the other party had stitched and overlapped his study and his restaurant.

  However, why could he take out a spoon in the study!

  After Renekton finished speaking, he leaned back in his chair and said in a very natural tone,

  "I have the habit of eating snacks and desserts. The study is where I spend most of my time, so some of the tableware is not surprising."

  Klein nodded silently. He didn't really want to discuss this topic with the other party, so he said,

  "Do you know of any suitable performances or venues for me to go to?"

  "I can't think of where to go to play a magician."     Renekton rubbed his chin with his right hand and said,

  "Circus? The Red Angel Evil Spirit from the underground ruins of the Tudor Dynasty in the Fourth Epoch? Or the little boy Will Auceptin who brought bad luck to Dr. Allen."

  Klein was speechless for a while, and said helplessly,

  "The performance of the circus will not be very good. As for the Red Angel Evil Spirit, I need to perform, but I don't need to perform with my life."

  "Strange kid Will Auceptin, wait for me to go to the Krag Club to ask Dr. Allen on Friday or Sunday!"

  Seeing Klein's methodical analysis, Renekton nodded slightly, thinking about Backlund's story line and said,

  "Zimang Party, I just want to find them to test the newly made magical items recently. If you have any ideas, you can join."

  "Zimang Party?" Klein pondered.

  He was very familiar with this gang. When he first came to Backlund, he was assassinated once by the "executioner" of the Zimang Party sent by the Intis ambassador.

  Dongdong!

  There was a knock on the door of the living room.

  "You have a visitor."

  Renekton said softly, then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

  His figure, the bookshelves, chairs, and other things that obviously did not belong to the restaurant all disappeared.

  In the Cherwood District, Fors accelerated the progress of the new book because she was worried about the lack of gold pounds to buy the potion materials needed by the magic master.

  But writing a book is not something that can be written just because you want to. Lacking inspiration, she rubbed the pen on the desk for a long time, but could not write a single word.

  Fors scratched her hair in annoyance and decided to go out for a walk to find inspiration.

  As she walked, she unknowingly returned to a familiar place, which was a private clinic where she first worked.

  After staring for a while, she remembered the old lady who led her into the extraordinary world.

  In a trance, she turned to the alley on the right and came to a nearby street.

  Fors remembered that the old lady lived in the house at No. 39. At first, she occasionally came to deliver medicine or injections, and even helped with some daily chores.

  Fors walked under the sycamore tree with few leaves left, slowly approaching the house No. 39.

  As she recalled some past experiences, she gradually found some inspiration for writing.

  At this moment, she saw an old man wearing a heavy woolen coat and a half-high black hat standing in front of the door of house No. 39 and knocking on the door three times.

  After a few minutes, no one opened the door. The old man with blue eyes shook his head and turned around, ready to leave.

  Turning around, he saw Fors standing not far away, looking over here.

  He quickly took a step and walked over, smiling in a gentle and eager tone:

  "Beautiful lady, do you live in this neighborhood? Do you know Lauberuo and Anlisa?"

  Fors said hesitantly:

  "I don't know if Mrs. Anlisa I know is the one you are looking for. She lived here for a long time, but she passed away three years ago."

  "Passed away three years ago? What about Lauberuo?"

  The old man in front of him immediately asked.

  Fors answered honestly, "Her husband died before her."

  "Thank you, kind lady."

  "I am Lao Bo Luo's brother. I have been living in Jianhai County. I haven't received any letters from them for a long time, so I decided to come and take a look."

  "Can you tell me about their experiences in those years?"

  Could the brother of Mrs. Anlisa's husband be the descendant of the family she mentioned?

  Fors became a little wary, suppressed her thoughts, and responded with a smile:

  "No problem."

  The old man's blue eyes looked around, and finally pointed to the side and back and said:

  "There is a good cafe there."Chapter 194 Looking for

  Someone On Thursday morning, Renekton and Klein came to a cheap coffee shop in the East District.

  Renekton's original plan was to find the Zmanger Party, while Klein had to first fulfill his agreement with his East District informant, Old Kohler.

  Renekton followed Klein into the cheap coffee shop and stopped at a corner.

  Before the two of them called, an old man in an old thick jacket was already sitting here, drinking a cup of tea that almost tasted like tea and a loaf of black bread.

  Klein sat down directly opposite him, took out a stack of banknotes that he had prepared long ago, and pushed them to the other party.

  Old Kohler looked at them straight, and after a long while, he reached out to take them, and took them tremblingly.

  He looked at it again and again, and even raised his hand to wipe his eyes. He didn't notice that Renekton was also sitting at the table. He forced a smile on his numb face and said,

  "At the dock, we carry heavy cargo, step on cold and dirty water, and do some troublesome cleaning. We only make about one soli a day."

  Klein listened silently, and after a few seconds, he said,

  "Have you heard anything recently? What have you noticed?"

  Old Kohler carefully put away the funds Klein gave him, drank another sip of bland tea and said,

  "Recently, I don't know where a saying came from, saying that since we believe in one of the seven gods, why don't we pray directly to the creator at the source?"

  "It is said that He is in everyone's body, in all things, and has never really passed away."

  "Pray to Him, we can be saved, and His light will guide us out of suffering and arrive at a world where everyone is happy and equal!"

  This... The theory of the Aurora Society after some changes? The Aurora Society began to pay attention to the lower-class people in places like the East District and the Dock District? . A world where everyone is happy and equal, how is this concept related to the Aurora Society?

  Klein's suspicious eyes fell on Renekton, trying to see some changes on his face.

  Renekton responded to Klein's gaze calmly, with a smile on his lips, and silently said to him:

  Such an Aurora Society is better than a terrorist organization, right?

  Old Kohler did not notice the interaction between the two and continued to chatter:

  "Mr. Detective, as you instructed, I paid attention to the textile workers. Their struggle eventually failed."

  "But, hey, the leaders became factory supervisors, and one-third of them lost their jobs."

  "Some of them are actively looking for new jobs, some have become streetwalkers, and some don't know where they went. The whole East District is in chaos."

  The inevitability of the times, the promotion of the Black Emperor and the Visionary, these are necessary sacrifices for them. Sure enough, the knowledge demon who promotes civilization and spreads knowledge is more in line with my concept and personality!

  While Renekton was thinking, Old Kohler had already told Klein the information he had inquired about.

  Klein picked up his cane and hat, stood up and said,

  "Take me to see them. I'm a detective, maybe I can help them find someone."

  Before Old Kohler could say no, he spoke again,

  "I volunteer occasionally!"

  Led by Old Kohler, Rekton and Klein came to a slightly old apartment, a room with heavy humidity.

  Rekton did not go in, but just watched everything quietly from outside.

  A middle-aged woman with many wrinkles on her face, her eyes lost their spirit, and was numbly washing clothes.

  There was also a 17 or 18-year-old girl wearing old, thin clothes, sitting by the bed, sobbing constantly.

  Rekton stood outside alone, and did not wait for long before Klein and Old Kohler came out together.

  After Old Kohler said goodbye, he waved and walked to the other side of the street.

  Klein's eyes fell on Renekton, who was standing quietly at the side with a calm expression:

  "Let's go. We will be delayed for a while. I want to help them find someone."

  Renekton nodded without commenting:

  "No problem. I don't lack this time. There is a saying: This world is broken, but there are always people who patch it up."

  "Heh!" Klein said self-deprecatingly: "I am only providing some help that has no impact on me in the places I can see and within my ability. It is far from being so noble!"

  "Don't belittle yourself. At least, you are more empathetic, kind and upright than me and most people in this world. There is also

  a rare sense of seriousness and earnestness in Renekton's voice.

  While speaking, Klein had already taken Daisy's "Word Book" and started divination.

  "There is a result, northwest direction. It is not certain whether it is interfered with for the time being."     Klein quickly came to a conclusion based on his divination.

  According to the revelation of the divination, the two of them left the East District, constantly changing directions, and finally came to Iris Street near the West District in the Cherwood District, and stopped in front of a house with a vast lawn, a wide garden, a small fountain square and a marble statue.

  A layer of lavender light flashed in Renekton's eyes, and he glanced at the front casually.

  He saw the guards patrolling back and forth in the iron fence, the vicious dogs sticking out their tongues, and the Beyonders in the house.

  Klein also noticed the strict security here, and frowned slightly:

  "What is this place? How could the disappearance of an ordinary little girl in the East District involve such a dangerous place?"

  "This is the home of the wealthy Capin. Obviously, the little girl named Daisy encountered a large-scale human trafficking organization."

  Renekton told some of the information he knew.

  Klein was silent for a while, and he recalled the information about Capin.

  In many rumors, he is the leader of a criminal group with blood on his hands, and is related to many cases of missing girls!

  In reality, he is a wealthy man who knows many big shots.

  Renekton saw the changing expression on Klein's face, patted his shoulder and said,

  "Come back at night. There is more than one extraordinary person in that house. No matter what you want to do, the noise during the day is too loud."

  Klein's face became much heavier. He sighed and nodded slightly.

  Renekton did not retract his hand on Klein's shoulder. He took Klein directly into the spirit world and left in front of Kapin's house.

  In a small compartment of a cafe.

  Fors had been communicating with the old man opposite for a while and knew that his name was Lawrence Nord, from Jianhai County, and was a public school teacher.

  She was probably sure that the other party should be from the family mentioned by Mrs. Anlisa. Would he also be an extraordinary person? Does he have the ability of divination?

  Fors took a sip of coffee and organized his words:

  "I used to be a doctor in a private clinic nearby. Mrs. Anlisa often came to see me. At that time, her husband, Roberto, had passed away."

  "I would occasionally talk to her and help her with some things."

  "So, she finally made a will, giving me her savings and cash, and donating jewelry, books, furniture and other things to charitable organizations, which were supervised and executed by the law firm she designated."

  Because she was worried that the old man opposite was also a Beyonder and had the ability to tell fortunes, Fors did not choose to lie, but just concealed some things a little, for example, Mrs. Anlisa gave herself the Beyonder characteristics inherited from her husband.

  Lawrence stretched out his hand and pinched his forehead and said:

  "What a pity."

  "Thank you for your story, which made me understand some things."

  "By the way, where are Roberto and Anlisa buried?"

  "Green Cemetery."

  Fors answered, then took out a pocket watch from his bag, checked the time and said:

  "Mr. Lawrence, I have something else to do. I should leave now."

  Lawrence did not stop him. He stood up and sent him off. Then he sat down again, rubbing his temples in distress, and muttered to himself silently:

  "Laubolo passed away, and he left no children. I don't know where his extraordinary characteristics were taken by Anlisa. She didn't want to contact us at all, and didn't want to take the responsibility of the family name."

  "Is the Abraham family really going to die out slowly like this?"

  Lawrence sat in a cheap cafe, recalling the sufferings that the Abraham family had suffered over the years.

  He originally came to Backlund to find his two brothers, Lauboro and Sam.

  Now, he suddenly found that he was the only member of his father's Abraham family.

  He himself was nearly eighty years old, and all his children died in the disaster brought about by the secret saint Butis of the Aurora Society.

  Just thinking back to these, the sadness in his heart could not be stopped.

  What really made him suffer was that he could not see the hope of revenge, and the dawn of the family's glory reappearing.

  "What is the future of the Abraham family?"

  Lawrence took a sip of the coffee on the table and then fell into a long silence.  Chapter 195 Preparation and Action

  After saying goodbye to Lawrence, Fors went straight back to the house she rented, entered her bedroom and locked the door.

  She sat on the edge of the bed, adjusted her state, and then whispered the name of the Fool:

  "The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

  "I want to pray to you and tell you what happened to me today."

  "I met the brother of the husband of the old lady who made me an apprentice. He is suspected to be a member of a certain family."

  Not long after she finished praying to Mr. Fool, Fors suddenly saw an endless gray-white fog in front of her eyes, and a phantom yellow-brown parchment fell from the middle.

  She saw the knowledge written on it, and the uneasiness in her heart suddenly dissipated.

  With Mr. Fool's help, the old man named Lawrence would definitely not be able to get the correct revelation in the divination!

  Fors hurriedly expressed his sincere gratitude to Mr. Fool, and then got up and prepared for the ceremony.

  Light the candles, then throw essential oils, hydrosols, herbal powders and other items into the fire, wait until the quiet and ethereal fragrance permeates the room, and the faint illusory mist shrouds the entire altar.

  Fors quickly adjusted his body and mind according to the contents of the parchment, entered a meditative state, and silently recited the corresponding honorific name of "The Fool" over and over again.

  In a daze, Fors only felt that he was floating back to the towering ancient palace above the gray fog, and saw Mr. Fool standing high above, overlooking everything.

  Silently, a majestic and solemn angel appeared in Fors's vision, and he saw the other party wrapping himself layer by layer with twelve pairs of black wings!

  After an unknown amount of time, Fors suddenly woke up from this confused state, and there were only three candles burning quietly in front of him.

  "Angel." Fors was a little dazed, and for a moment he even forgot the step of ending the ceremony.

  Above the gray fog, Klein temporarily put the matter of the Abraham family behind him.

  According to his original plan, he used the bonus of the gray fog to divine the news about Daisy.

  Pictures flashed in his mind, some coherent, some jumping, and there was no logic.

  He saw Daisy being dragged into a remote alley by a man wearing a heavy jacket and a gray cap, covering her mouth with a handkerchief from behind.

  He saw Daisy being lifted up by another man dressed in the same way and thrown into a carriage parked outside the alley.

  Daisy was threatened by a sharp dagger in a daze, and her ears were full of dirty and threatening words.

  The carriage drove into the luxurious villa where Kapin lived.

  Daisy was locked in a small and dark room, and from time to time, the cries, screams and curses of women could be heard outside.

  Bugs Bunny, dressed like a gentleman, stood in front of the floor-length mirror, adjusting his hat and the red wooden harmonica pinned to his waist.

  Renekton was concentrating on eating the barbecue he had just bought, and occasionally stopped to drink a sip of juice.

  After finishing his clothes with satisfaction, Bugs Bunny returned to his original nature the next moment, jumping onto the table, looking at Renekton curiously and asking:

  "Boss, are you really going to let me fight alone tonight, no, a rabbit?"

  Renekton glanced at Bugs Bunny, who sounded a little excited and worried, and said:

  "No, Klein will fight with you. Don't worry, there will be no danger. It's just to give you some combat experience."

  "In the end, I will let the Snow Girl clean up the mess. I was planning to find some unlucky people to experiment with the Snow Girl's abilities."

  As he spoke, Klein knocked on the door of the living room.

  With a creaky sound, a natural spirit opened the door.

  Klein glanced into the room, then walked straight to the seat opposite Renekton and sat down.

  He organized his words a little and said:

  "I have divined the whereabouts of Daisy. She is locked up in Kapin's luxurious villa."

  "There are many other women who have also been kidnapped in that villa."

  "This is not surprising. Kapin is a human trafficker with an official background."

  Renekton nodded in response in a flat voice.

  Klein frowned and said in disbelief:

  "Kaping has an official background?"

  "Of course. This morning, I took a look outside his villa and saw at least four Beyonders inside." Renekton recalled the scene he had seen through the Eye of Secrets that morning and said:

  "The strongest one among them is Sequence 6 or Sequence 5 of the Judge's Path, which is the path mastered by the Augustus family of the Loen royal family."

  "Royal family?" Klein murmured in a low voice.

  He had a hunch in his heart that Kaping, as a human trafficker, might be involved in many things and people.

  With a sigh, Klein sorted out his emotions. He would not give up the plan to rescue those innocent girls just because Kaping was involved in the royal family or even more.

  He looked at Renekton with a serious look and said:

  "Your gaze when exploring the villa was not discovered by the Beyonders inside, right?"     Renekton shook his head slightly and said confidently:

  "Of course not. The Secret Peer's Eye of Peering is one of the core abilities of this path."

  "Moreover, the Reader has a sequence called the Keeper of Knowledge, also known as the Detective. Through some small traces and clues, a lot of conclusions can be deduced."

  So, the combination of the Reader and the Secret Peer is quite powerful, but it is a bit biased.

  Klein sighed in his heart and shifted the topic to the Abraham family. Miss Magician had just prayed to him and explained her experience.

  "Miss Magician met a member of the Abraham family. The other party is the brother of the husband of the lady who led her to the extraordinary path."

  "Abraham. Affected by Mr. Men's mumbling, they didn't even have a Sequence 6 Beyonder. Later, they experienced a major turmoil. Now the Abraham family..."

  "Turbulence? What turmoil?" Klein was very curious about the Abraham family.

  Putting down the knife and fork in his hand, Renekton leaned against the back of the chair, rubbed his chin and said:

  "In order to avoid the influence of Mr. Men's mumbling, the Abraham family once had a plan to train non-family members."

  "As a result, because the family members were too weak, the apprentices they trained gradually became stronger and wanted to control the Abraham family in turn?"

  Klein continued.

  "Not bad, you have learned to answer quickly!" Renekton reached out and forked a piece of barbecue, put it in his mouth, paused for a moment, and then continued:

  "Among the apprentices trained by Abraham, one was seduced by the True Creator and joined the Aurora Society. He started a rebellion in the Abraham family and finally reaped enough benefits to become the Secret Saint of the Aurora Society."

  Klein listened silently, and finally could only sigh with admiration.

  Stimulated by the aroma of barbecue, Klein picked up the extra knife and fork on the table, forked a piece of barbecue from the plate in front of Renekton and put it in his mouth.

  "Well, it tastes pretty good."

  "Why did you choose to cooperate with the Aurora?"

  "It's not me who chose to cooperate with the Aurora, but He who chose me!" As he spoke, Rekton raised his left hand.

  At dusk, outside Kapin's luxurious villa in the Cherwood District.

  Rekton and Klein were waiting for the night to come in an empty room of a nearby house. Bugs Bunny

  , wearing a custom-made black tuxedo, a tall black hat, and a red bow tie around his neck, stood on the windowsill.

  He held a red wooden harmonica the size of an adult's palm in his two paws and played it silently at his mouth.

  One by one, crows and pigeons landed on the windowsill, picked up the seeds in the bag next to Bugs Bunny, and then flapped their wings and left.

  Bugs Bunny didn't stop playing the harmonica until most of the seeds in the bag were consumed.

  Without caring about his gentlemanly image, he sat on the windowsill and complained:

  "Playing the harmonica is really too difficult for the rabbit!"

  Renekton handed over a piece of fruit, and Bugs Bunny was immediately blocked.

  Klein was at the window on the other side, watching the pigeons, crows and other birds summoned by Bugs Bunny throwing seeds around Capin's villa, and asked curiously:

  "This harmonica can control animals? What are those seeds for?"

  "That harmonica corresponds to the sequence of animal trainers. As for those seeds."

  Bugs Bunny took over Renekton's words while chewing the fruit:

  "They are deep sleep flowers, deep sleep flower seeds that I have modified. They will grow and bloom in a very short time."

  "Wait until it gets dark, and they will spread pollen, so that everyone in this area will enter a dormant state."

  Klein nodded, and then continued to watch Capin's villa until he saw someone walk out of the villa and stop a carriage, ready to go somewhere else.

  Klein glanced at Renekton, who was playing with his figurine, and said,

  "To be on the safe side, I will go to the villa to capture someone so that I can divine some specific situations."

  Renekton just glanced at Klein and nodded without asking him what he was going to do.

  After receiving the reply, Klein immediately opened the door and left, preparing to find another empty room. He would summon himself and respond to himself, transform himself into a spirit, and control the person who just came out of Kapin's villa.

  Renekton looked around the room, walked a few steps to the center of the room, closed his eyes and began to meditate, sketching the brass ring in his mind, while shaking his spirituality and chanting in a low voice:

  "A spirit wandering in the void, a creature from the upper world that is friendly to humans, and a messenger belonging to 'Al Tynes'."

  A golden book that looked like it was made of gold quickly fell from the spirit world to reality.

  The golden cover quickly cracked, revealing a mouth:

  "My dear master, what is the matter with you summoning me?"