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 Chapter 201: Go and Return

  The next morning, Renekton was eating breakfast in the restaurant downstairs.

  An invisible nature spirit handed over the Tussock newspaper that had just been delivered today. Renekton took the newspaper and unfolded it.

  As expected, the report about Kapin's death was seen in the most conspicuous position of the newspaper.

  The basement used to hold the kidnapped girls in Kapin's luxurious villa was also discovered.

  The girls who escaped revealed to the church that Kapin was a human trafficker and accused themselves of being violated to varying degrees after being kidnapped.

  The hero who killed Kapin, everyone in the villa, and rescued the kidnapped girls was given a code name by the newspaper, the thief "Black Emperor"!

  Ha! It seems that Klein's role this time was very successful.

  The knock on the door interrupted Renekton's thoughts.

  A nature spirit approached and skillfully attached itself to the door handle.

  With a creak! sound, the door opened automatically.

  Destiny, with a white beard and hair, walked in with a smile.

  It was not until the other party found a chair and sat down opposite him that Renekton spoke with a little doubt:

  "What happened? You look like you are in a good mood."

  "I received a reply from Him. It is the whereabouts of a prophet's characteristic. When I complete my promotion in Backlund, I can go to find this characteristic."

  Destiny explained with a smile.

  "Prophet." Recalling in his mind, Renekton found that he didn't know any other information except that this was the Sequence 2 of the Destiny Path.

  Raising his eyebrows slightly, he asked curiously:

  "Prophet? What are the characteristics?"

  Destiny smiled and said:

  "He is the spokesperson of God. He can see visions and understand what will happen in the future."

  "God has given Him the ability to perform miracles and wonders."

  God's spokesperson. I remember Will said that He can only be regarded as a part of destiny. Only by becoming the Wheel of Destiny can he be the incarnation of destiny to a certain extent.

  If the Wheel of Destiny appears, the Sequence 2 prophet will naturally be the angel under its seat. God's spokesperson also refers to the spokesperson of destiny!

  After thinking for a moment, Renekton looked at Destiny again and said sincerely, "Congratulations!"

  In Silver City, Derrick hid the translucent bug he coughed up, and planned to wait until the next Tarot Club to ask other people in the Tarot Club what it was, and finally decide whether to give it to the chief.

  Originally, he wanted to ask Mr. Fool directly what it was, but considering that he had troubled Mr. Fool more than once during this period of time, Derrick, who was thin-skinned, gave up the idea of ​​asking Mr. Fool directly.

  After sitting in the room for a while, Derrick picked up the Hurricane Axe, put it on his waist, and prepared to go out to the trading area to see if he could directly buy the materials that other members of the Tarot Club wanted to buy.

  Whether it is to improve my own strength or to inquire about the news outside the God-Forsaken Land, I need to take out something to make a deal with others.

  Thinking about the questions he needed to ask everyone at the next Tarot Club, Derrick unknowingly walked to the training ground on the edge of Silver City.

  This is where the exploration team stays and is isolated after they return. They will only be allowed to go home after a certain period of isolation and confirmation of safety.

  This is the experience that Silver City has explored and summarized over the past two thousand years. It is not complicated, but it is practical enough.

  Looking at the training ground illuminated by the dim torches in front of him, Derrick wanted to turn around and leave, but he hesitated in his heart whether to go in and take a look.

  If the chief and his team had not canceled the exploration of the half-ruined temple, the members of the exploration team who went there should have returned.

  While thinking, Derrick had already stepped into the training ground.

  As soon as he entered the training ground, Derrick saw a strong man with a shaved head and a dark green symbol tattooed on the top, who was nearly two meters and five meters tall.

  This is White Hillmon, one of the elders of the six-member council of Silver City, a powerful demon hunter!

  At the same time, Derrick also saw two acquaintances of the same age, one of whom was his teammate in the patrol team, Dak Riggins.

  "Did the six-member council replace the shepherd Elder Lovia with Elder Waite?"

  Derrick whispered silently.

  Although it was not Elder Lovia, a shepherd, who led the team, but Elder Waite, who had more experience, Derrick did not think that this would avoid the corresponding danger.

  Perhaps Derrick's gaze was too direct. On the other side of a translucent but hard-as-steel wall, a young man named Dak noticed something and turned his head to look over.

  "Dak, you're back from exploring the half-ruined temple? How was it? Did you encounter any danger?"

  Seeing Dak looking at him, Derrick shouted from the wall.

  The bright smile and words that Derrick expected did not appear. He only saw Dak walk a few steps closer and then smiled and replied:

  "Yes, there is no danger. Everything went smoothly!"     There was nothing wrong with the smile on Dak's face, and his answer was very capable.

  But Derrick suddenly felt cold all over, as if he was in a desolate and terrifying night, with darkness all around and undercurrents accumulating.

  No, it shouldn't be like this, this is not the tone and demeanor of Dak's speech!

  Backlund, Minsk Street.

  Renekton sat in front of the fireplace in the restaurant and flipped through an uncovered book. This was a book of spiritual knowledge that he had obtained from Green Light Serapis through a ritual.

  "Hmm?" Renekton's inspiration was touched, and he looked up to the side and front, with a layer of light purple fluorescence in his eyes.

  Renekton's sight penetrated the reality and saw the corresponding spiritual world.

  A little guy covered with black fur and a long light yellow nose was pushing a safe that was far larger than its size.

  "It's pretty fast. It's only been a day, and you found the safe for me."

  Renekton whispered to himself.

  Then a pale blue fluorescence lit up in his eyes. He put the book in his hand aside, took two steps forward, raised his hand and drew a mysterious symbol of "door" in the air.

  The spirituality was released, and the place where Renekton had just raised his hand appeared with layers of symbols like a door. The spirituality was rippling like water waves, and the barrier between the reality and the spirit world in the restaurant was briefly opened.

  Clang! The sound of heavy metal falling to the ground was heard, and a silver-gray safe with a paper man on the surface fell directly from midair to the floor.

  Then a black figure quickly rushed out of the spirit world and pounced on it. Mudflei's cat-sized body stood above the safe, with his hands on his hips, staring at Renekton closely.

  "Woo~Woo~"

  Even without using the spell of knowing language and communicating with the mind, Renekton could understand what it wanted to say:

  "Hurry up and give me the money!"

  He raised his eyebrows and looked at the greedy little guy. He went upstairs and put the gold coins he had prepared in a bag, took it down and handed it to the other party.

  Nivlei grabbed the bag that was almost the same size as his body and jumped off the safe in a posture of jumping into water.

  The moment it touched the floor, its body melted into it, and the bag of gold coins it was holding also melted into the floor.

  Renekton watched the other party fall into the spirit world like a swimming fish and quickly move away.

  Renekton put his eyes back on the safe. With the paper man posted on it, Renekton could confirm that the safe had not been opened.

  The greedy Nivlei didn't know that the safe it was looking for was the most valuable.

  Renekton raised his lips slightly, pulled down the paper figure on the safe, and then simulated the ability to open the door, easily opened the safe, and revealed the gold bars, deeds, jewelry, antiques and other items inside.

  A head with a flat and long light yellow nose popped out from the side, staring at the treasures in the safe.

  The next moment, it turned into a black shadow and pounced over.

  In mid-air, an invisible natural spirit bound it tightly, and Ni Fulei's arms and legs kicked and thrashed in the air.

  Glancing at Ni Fulei who had returned, Renekton closed the safe again and pasted the paper figure on it again.

  A layer of faint starlight appeared and disappeared in an instant.

  After taking anti-theft measures for the safe, Renekton turned his attention back to the Nivlei that was caught in the air. He had no intention of putting it down and directly said in ancient Hermetic language:

  "Didn't you leave? Why did you come back again?"

  "Woo~woo~ I smell the scent of treasure, you liar! There are so many valuables, but you only give me a few gold coins!"

  "I found all these, they are all mine! Woo!"

  Renekton probably understood the words of the Nivlei, then twisted it into his hand and threw it back to the spirit world.

  The little guy drilled back very persistently, hit the safe head-on, shook his head and hummed, and changed direction again, hitting the safe again.

  A little smart, but not much!

  Dots of starlight circled on Renekton's palm, quickly forming a ball of slowly rotating star sand.

  Raising his hand and pushing forward, the slowly selected star sand turned into bright starlight, which directly hit the small body of Nivlei and took it into the spirit world again.

  In the spirit world, bright stars flickered one after another, carrying it far away.

  "Be careful, don't let this little guy steal things from the house. If he can't take the things in the safe, he might change his target."

  Renekton turned his head and warned Anu, the crow combing his feathers on the windowsill, to be on guard against a flexible spirit world creature. Crows from the path of death are more adept at this. Chapter 202 Exploring the Dream

  On Friday night, Renekton finished dinner with the three little animals at home.

  He glanced at the mud thunder that was still unwilling to give up and wanted to crash into the safe. Renekton calmly picked up the after-meal fruit and admired the performance of this stubborn mud thunder.

  It was unknown what the mud thunder was thinking. After being discovered and thrown back to the spirit world after sneaking in again and again, it actually took an emerald that it found from nowhere and wanted to bribe Anu, the security guard in the house.

  Then it was tied up by Anu in front of Renekton. Because it paid the money, Renekton did not throw it back to the spirit world directly. Because it paid the money, it was treated as a tenant here.

  Dong! Dong!

  There was a knock on the door, and the mud thunder that was still hitting the safe jumped directly into the water and got into the spirit world.

  Creak! The door opened automatically.

  Klein walked in with a black cane and a master key in his hand, wearing a half-top hat.

  "I'm going to find Dr. Allen and enter his dream to find out where the nightmare related to Will Auceptin came from. Are you interested?"

  Klein directly stated his action plan for tonight.

  "Of course I'm interested, but Will Auceptin may not want to see me, even in a dream."

  Rekton pondered for a moment, then took out a folded paper man from his pocket and handed it to Klein.

  "Take this with you. After you enter the dream, if nothing unexpected happens, I can follow the connection and let my consciousness wander into your dream."

  "Okay." Klein took the paper man handed by Rekton, glanced at it, and put it in his jacket pocket.

  Burningham Road, Hillston District.

  Klein used the master key to open a "door" on the wall, and then quietly came to the bedroom of Dr. Allen and his wife.

  "Sleep!" Klein quickly took out a sleeping spell and chanted the spell, causing Dr. Allen's wife to fall into a real sleep.

  Then he sat down on the chair in front of the dressing table, took out another dream spell he had prepared, and whispered a word in ancient Hermetic:

  "Scarlet!"

  The dream spell in Klein's hand began to burn out a deep and quiet black. Driven by Klein's will, this black spread out and enveloped Dr. Allen and Klein himself.

  At the same time, Renekton, who had already laid on the bed, felt a vague connection.

  Knowing that this was the feedback from the paper man that Klein brought with him, Renekton immediately adjusted his state and quickly entered a sleep state through meditation.

  Through the psychological hints left for himself in advance, Renekton's consciousness quickly became clear, and following the connection between himself and the paper man, he wandered in the world of dreams and the mind, heading to the dream of Dr. Allen Kress.

  Following the induction, Renekton came to an endless dark place, where there was only a lonely oval ball of light.

  Renekton immediately spread his spirituality over and touched the somewhat illusory and hazy ball of light.

  The next moment, the world around him suddenly turned upside down and twisted, and Renekton's consciousness descended on a pale yellow paper man.

  After adapting to the body of the paper man, Renekton directly controlled the paper man to float out of Klein's pocket and land on his shoulder.

  Klein glanced at the paper man that floated out of his pocket, and instantly realized that this was the manifestation of Renekton's consciousness in this dream.

  Although he didn't understand why it was a paper man, Klein still nodded slightly to the paper man and let it fall on his shoulder.

  Renekton looked around curiously:

  a dark and desolate plain, in front of him was a towering black spire, with a huge silver-white snake coiled on it.

  Renekton looked at the giant snake above his head with some curiosity, trying to see whether it was a manifestation of Will himself or Ouroboros.

  The silver-white giant snake stretched its body down, and its scarlet eyes stared at everything coldly and ruthlessly.

  In front of it, it seemed that everything was small and equal.

  The master of this dream, Dr. Allen, did not care about the silvery white giant snake. He just followed the flow of the dream and walked forward.

  Klein followed Dr. Allen with the little paper man, passed through an old wooden door, and entered the interior of the tower.

  The layout inside the tower was extremely chaotic. Some stairs went up, some went down. The hall, library, bedroom, and each room were also normal, and some were upside down.

  "Endless chaos, the embodiment of fate"

  two words describing the Key of Light suddenly popped up in Renekton's mind.

  Dr. Allen's steps did not stop. After passing through doors and walls, a curled-up figure appeared in the corner in front.

  Noticing Dr. Allen's arrival, the figure quickly supported himself and stood up, hopping on one leg to approach.

  As he approached, his image finally appeared in Renekton's eyes.

  A little boy in his early teens,

  with a chubby face, was obviously frightened. He held a deck of tarot cards in his hand. His dark eyes were fixed on Dr. Allen. He said with surprise and joy, fear and panic:

  "Dr. Allen, a snake wants to eat me!"

  But his voice became

  "What are you doing here?"

  "Do you know me?" Renekton was surprised and wanted to ask.

  But the next moment, the little boy screamed, and the figure of the mercury snake was reflected in his eyes.     Crash!

  The dream was instantly shattered, and Renekton's consciousness fell into the world of dreams and the mind again.

  With a helpless sigh, Renekton returned to his body.

  After his consciousness returned to his body, Renekton woke up, but he had no intention of getting up, and fell asleep in his current position.

  The next morning, Renekton received a letter from Frank, which roughly described his research progress and complained about the shortcomings of the book messenger, which could only write letters but not send things.

  Renekton was also a little helpless. He couldn't let his expectations be transported by a book!

  He picked up the pen on the table and wrote a reply to Frank:

  Frank, please ask the captain if he can help me transfer a batch of property. I don't have any channels in this regard, and it's not easy to sell in Backlund.

  By the way, please help me keep an eye out for the crystal feathers of the Blue Shadow Falcon and the eyeballs of the Dragon Eye Sea Eagle. These two extraordinary materials only need to be paid attention to, and there is no need to deliberately look for them.

  In addition, I have recently developed several ritual magics for maintaining a stable environment. You should need them when cultivating different crops at sea. I put them on the paper at the back.

  Your friend in Backlund, Al.

  After writing a reply to Frank, he raised his hand and sent the letter into the spirit world.

  Renekton began to think about whether he should find another messenger. Although the book messenger is very convenient to use, it is indeed troublesome sometimes to not be able to help deliver things.

  While thinking, Renekton saw Ni Fulei who had just poked his head out of the spirit world.

  Ni Fulei blinked his small black eyes twice, and before Renekton could speak, it quickly retracted its head and left without looking back.

  Renekton looked at the place where Ni Fulei disappeared and sighed helplessly. He had a crisis of trust in this little guy.

  It seems that he can't ask him to work as a part-time messenger. However, this greedy guy can't make people feel at ease.

  Monday, 3 pm, today's Tarot meeting will be held on time.

  Above the boundless gray fog, as crimson rays of light rose, blurry figures appeared around the bronze table.

  Above the gray fog, the first voice that sounded was still the familiar, brisk greeting of Miss Justice:

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

  "Good afternoon"

  After everyone greeted each other, Little Sun Derrick did not hide his anxious mood, but did not directly state his questions.

  He knew very well that the opening period was the time for Mr. Fool to read Roselle's diary.

  The party had already begun, so there was no need to rush. If Mr. Fool was in a good mood, he might answer some questions.

  Little Sun Derrick comforted himself in his heart.

  The Hanged Man Alger tilted his head to look at the top, and said in a humble tone:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I have collected three new pages of Roselle's diary."

  Diary? Roselle's diary? Magician Fors focused immediately. She suspected that this so-called Roselle's diary might be something she was very familiar with.

  Klein smiled and responded in the gray fog:

  "What do you want to exchange them for?"

  The Hanged Man Alger glanced at the card covering the right side of Mr. Fool, suppressed his inner eagerness, and maintained his normal tone:

  "I want to know what the card next to you is?"

  Klein didn't expect that the request made by the Hanged Man was the one that he could accomplish most easily, so he chuckled and said:

  "Okay."

  "Do you want everyone to hear it, or do you only know it yourself?"

  The Hanged Man Alger answered without hesitation:

  "Only myself."

  There is really no spirit of selfless dedication.

  Renekton leaned back in the high-back chair and complained silently.

  At this time, the magician Fors almost understood one thing:

  using the so-called Roselle Diary, you can get answers to certain questions from Mr. Fool, and maybe even exchange items!

  Roselle Diary? Is it something written in that unique symbol by Emperor Roselle? It turned out to be a diary. At least Mr. Hanged Man's tone was very firm, and Mr. Fool did not refute,

  "I have come across many, but I have never bought them because I am not interested."

  "Miss Audrey has quite a few, but I remember last week, no, it seems to be the week before last, anyway, not long ago, her dog bit many books and notes, including those of Emperor Roselle!"

  Fors's mood at this time was like a roller coaster, from great joy to great sorrow.

  I hate dogs!

  This was the only thought left in the mind of the magician Fors. Chapter 203 The Story of the Little Sun

  After the Hanged Man Alger and the Fool Klein finished their private conversation, he began to materialize the three newly acquired pages of Roselle's diary.

  Soon, the three yellow-brown parchments came into Klein's hands.

  Renekton's eyes swept across the three pages without a trace.

  I can't see it. I really want to know what golden sentences are in Roselle's diary this time!

  Everyone waited in silence for Mr. Fool at the top to finish reading today's Roselle's diary.

  After a while, the sound of tapping on the table was heard.

  Klein, who was sitting at the top of the bronze long table, glanced at Renekton.

  Why didn't I notice before that every time Roselle's diary appeared, Al's spirit was filled with complex emotions such as curiosity, contemplation, and torment!

  Klein withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace and chuckled:

  "You can start now."

  Little Sun was originally planning to ask about the True Creator and the translucent bug he coughed up, but the Hanged Man Alger spoke faster than him and asked in a nonchalant tone:

  "Have you communicated with the former captain of the exploration team? Did he show any abnormalities?"

  Little Sun Derrick temporarily suppressed his anxiety and answered Mr. Hanged Man's question honestly: "He's dead."

  "He's dead?" Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and Miss Magician expressed their surprise at the same time.

  "Did you report to your chief that he was Amon's clone?"

  Magician Fors asked curiously.

  Little Sun Derrick shook his head slowly. Although he didn't want to recall what happened that day, in order to get advice from everyone, he tried to keep his voice as calm as possible and narrated:

  "No, after the party that day, I was afraid that Amon would do something, so I didn't dare to contact him. As a result, it suddenly crossed the wall and the seal of the magical item and appeared beside me."

  "He also asked me: Where did you go just now?"

  Hearing this, the magician Fors, a well-known writer, had already put himself in the story, feeling both fear and excitement, just like when he was a child listening to ghost stories. He had covered his ears in fear, but he couldn't help but open his fingers wide to let the sound pass into his mind.

  Justice Audrey took a small breath, and just imagined the scene described by Mr. Sun in her mind, and she felt a chill on her spine.

  "Is the seal of your magical item in Silver City invalid?"

  The Hanged Man Alger asked subconsciously.

  Little Sun Derrick shook his head blankly and said,

  "I don't know either. It should not have failed, but I don't know why he was not affected."

  "When he appeared in my room, he was completely out of control. His head split in the middle, and liquid kept flowing out. There were many cracks on his body, like a mouth!"

  "Then how did you survive? Or, how did you escape from it?"

  Magician Fors felt very immersive and asked curiously.

  Justice Audrey tilted her head slightly and made a listening gesture. This was also a question she was very concerned about.

  Little Sun Derrick replied with a hint of relief in his tone:

  "It was the Chief. He showed up in time and used that magical item to solve the out-of-control Amon's clone."

  Fors and Audrey both looked as if they had realized it and nodded slightly. This was the most reasonable explanation.

  The Hanged Man Alger frowned slightly and asked slowly:

  "You said that not long after you returned, the former captain of the exploration team lost control?"

  "He had not lost control for decades, but he suddenly lost control after you returned? Moreover, when the magical item did not respond, your chief appeared in time and solved the problem?"

  While asking the question, the Hanged Man Alger looked up at Mr. Fool at the top, and saw that he was still calm and relaxed, so his mood stabilized.

  "Heh! Why do you think Amon's clone will lose control by himself?"

  Renekton leaned back on the high-backed chair and spoke lazily.

  After everyone looked at him with either doubt or sudden realization, he continued to speak slowly:

  "The former captain of the exploration team was out of control, most likely just a drama directed and performed by Amon."

  "His real purpose should be to parasitize you silently!"

  "It is also to force your chief to make other responses, such as changing your imprisonment to having someone secretly monitor you, and by observing your reaction after being parasitized, it is possible to obtain more information."

  Little Sun Derrick opened his mouth a little bit, and felt that Mr. Baita was so amazing. With just a little narration, he restored the matter to almost the same level, and pointed out the details that he had not noticed before.

  Derrick replied with a tone of admiration:

  "Yes, Amon did parasitize me in the end, and the chief also released me from the bottom of the round tower.

  "But why did Amon perform that drama himself? Isn't this weakening his own power?"

  After hearing Derrick say that he was indeed parasitized by Amon, Alger, Fors, and Audrey all became tense in an instant.     Alger, who was extremely experienced in combat, almost took a combat stance to prevent any accidents.

  He saw the indifferent reactions of the White Tower and the world, and then looked back at Mr. Fool at the top of the bronze table, and then he relaxed.

  He stretched out his hand to rub the stubble on his chin, and thought about answering Little Sun's question:

  "It's very simple. Only when Amon's clone shows that He has been cleared, will others relax their vigilance and start His next action."

  "It's just the loss of a clone. For an existence of Amon's level, this is not a loss at all."

  Little Sun Derrick nodded repeatedly. He felt that Mr. Hanged Man's analysis made sense.

  The Hanged Man Alger looked at Little Sun's appearance, shook his head helplessly and said:

  "This is a three-way game between Mr. Fool, your chief and Amon."

  "And you are the most crucial chess piece!"

  Little Sun Derrick nodded, not quite understanding, and continued to talk about his experience:

  "After I left the bottom of the round tower, I prayed to Mr. Fool. It was also at this time that Mr. Fool discovered Amon's parasitism."

  As he spoke, he also concretized the picture that Mr. Fool had conveyed to him at that time:

  Amon wearing a black pointed soft hat and single-lens crystal glasses.

  "What happened later?" The Hanged Man asked hurriedly.

  "Later, Mr. Fool taught me a ritual. Through that ritual, Mr. Fool sent his angel to purify Amon's clone."

  Little Sun Derrick answered honestly.

  "Angel?" The Hanged Man Alger looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top of the bronze long table in astonishment.

  Immediately, he realized that his action was too abrupt and rude, and not respectful enough, so he lowered his head again.

  "Angel?" Justice Audrey was confused for a moment, then quickly figured out what Mr. Sun was talking about:

  Mr. Fool sent his angel to purify Amon's clone!

  Angel!

  Mr. Fool actually sent an angel!

  Mr. Fool really has an angel as a waiter!

  Although this is a matter of course, it is still exciting!

  Only gods can drive angels!

  Audrey couldn't help but imagine what the angel under Mr. Fool's seat looked like. I don't know when I will have the honor to meet one.

  Magician Fors recalled his previous experience. He had only asked Mr. Fool to help interfere with divination, but he saw an angel with twelve pairs of wings coming and covering his spirit with his wings.

  It was indeed an angel. Twelve pairs of dark wings, this is an archangel!

  Fors suddenly didn't dare to look up and look at the figure sitting leisurely at the top of the bronze long table.

  After a brief shock, the Hanged Man Alger felt inexplicably excited. During this period of time, he thought of a lot and suddenly felt that the future was full of light.

  Then he began to ponder the details of the Sun's words:

  The way Mr. Fool purified Amon's clone took a long detour. Was it because he wanted to influence the real world and had to overcome many obstacles? Or was there something special about the God-Forsaken Land?

  Little Sun Derrick couldn't quite understand the reactions of Mr. Hanged Man, Miss Justice, and Miss Magician. In his opinion, it was normal for a great being to have angels serving him.

  He waited for a while, and only spoke again after everyone had sorted out their emotions:

  "After Amon's clone was purified, I coughed up a small worm, exactly the same as the one that fell when Amon's clone was solved in the dungeon before. Do you know what it is?"

  While speaking, Derrick also materialized the appearance of the translucent worm with the help of Klein the Fool.

  Audrey Justice and Magician Fors looked over curiously and shook their heads at the same time. In their knowledge of mysticism, they had never seen or heard of anything related to it.

  After a short silence, Renekton said,

  "This is the Worm of Time."

  Before Little Sun and the others could ask questions, Renekton went on to explain the relevant information:

  "This is the carrier for Amon to make his clone. The Worm of Time is also the name of the Thief's Path Sequence One."

  "The Worm of Time is the carrier of Amon's clone."

  Little Sun Derrick whispered to himself, and seemed to have solved a lot of doubts.

  Then he looked at Renekton sitting next to him and asked curiously,

  "What can it be used for? I mean the dead one."

  "It can be used to make some high-level spells or disposable magical items, but you can only pray to Mr. Fool."

  "Of course, Amon can also, if you want to say goodbye to this world!"

  Renekton told Little Sun about the purpose of the Worm of Time, and at the end, he made a little joke.

  Little Sun Derrick nodded solemnly in response:

  "Um, I understand. Thank you, Mr. White Tower."Chapter 204: "Spirit World Observations"

  Little Sun Derrick then turned the topic to the exploration team, and said with a somewhat worried tone:

  "Silver City still organized an exploration of the temple, but the leader was not Elder Lovia, but another Elder Waite, who is a powerful demon hunter and a very experienced elder."

  "There are several people I know in this exploration team, but they have all undergone some personality changes."

  "They have been contaminated by the True Creator!"

  The Hanged Man Alger said with a firm tone without hesitation.

  Renekton frowned slightly, and then relaxed.

  Silver City could not give up the exploration of the half-ruined temple because of Little Sun's words. Changing the leader of the team meant that Silver City believed Little Sun's words to a large extent.

  Justice Audrey couldn't help but glance at the top of the bronze table. She remembered very clearly that Mr. Fool's followers had once disrupted the advent of this evil god.

  "Really?" Derrick asked back, as if he was not willing to believe this conclusion.

  The Hanged Man Alger said calmly,

  "Please describe their changes in detail."

  "It feels like they are still the same people, but they are very different from before. Their optimism has turned into depression, and their bright smiles have turned into polite smiles."

  Derrick told all the abnormalities he found, and at the end, he added,

  "I don't know if this is my illusion. My cognition tells me that they are still themselves, but when facing each other, a panic will arise in my heart for no reason."

  "It's as if they only have a layer of appearance left, and they have already changed into a different person inside."

  The Hanged Man Alger said carefully,

  "The situation may be more serious than you think!"

  "Being contaminated is the best possibility. If they have already believed in the True Creator from the bottom of their hearts, then it would be troublesome and irreparable."

  Frowning and thinking for a moment, Renekton also believed that the members of the exploration team were most likely contaminated, and then he stated his own inference:

  "The True Creator is the true god who controls the realm of corruption, and has partial authority over the fields of corruption, filth, and mutation."

  "If your feeling is correct, those members of the exploration team may have already mutated."

  "Then what should I do? Chief, they don't seem to trust me very much."

  Little Sun Derrick asked anxiously.

  Magician Fors couldn't help but sighed:

  "To you, Chief, there is no difference between Amon, the True Creator, and Mr. Fool."

  "They can't tell which side is kind and which side is malicious."

  While speaking, Fors also carefully looked at Mr. Fool at the top. She felt that her statement of putting Amon, the True Creator and Mr. Fool together was a bit presumptuous.

  Seeing that Mr. Fool was not angry, she breathed a sigh of relief and warned herself in her heart: Don't say such disrespectful words in the future.

  Renekton pondered for two seconds and said,

  "Your chief must have some concerns about the members of the exploration team, but they can't cause too much trouble."

  "Compared to these, what is more important for you now is to try your best to gain the trust of your chief, at least to make him classify Mr. Fool, who has established contact with you, as a relatively friendly and trustworthy person to a certain extent."

  "This is more beneficial to you and Silver City." "

  Then what should I do?" Little Sun Derrick asked anxiously.

  Renekton frowned and pondered for a while, then he spoke carefully:

  "My advice is, don't show too much, just do what you want to do and what you should do."

  "Facing a mysterious great being, any of your actions will be over-interpreted by your chief!"

  Little Sun Derrick nodded seriously, although he didn't understand it very well.

  "You can use the Time Worm to gain some trust from your chief."

  The Hanged Man said at this time:

  "You just need to find an opportunity to make a member of a certain exploration team show the most thorough abnormality and conflict with him, and then hand over the Time Worm."

  "Then describe some vague processes yourself, and make it all appear as a conflict between Amon and the real Creator, which leads to the exposure of both of them. In this process, it was Mr. Fool who protected you."

  Renekton frowned as he listened, and interrupted the Hanged Man Alger's narration:

  "There is no point in doing this. The City of Silver would not be unaware of Derrick being parasitized and the exploration team being polluted. They have lived in the dangerous God-forsaken Land for thousands of years!"

  Alger was a little angry about being interrupted, but above the gray fog, in front of Mr. Fool, he did not show it too obviously. He just frowned and looked obviously unhappy.

  Renekton resumed his lazy posture leaning on the high-back chair, turned his head and said to Little Sun Derrick,

  "What you really need to pay attention to is Amon, not the real Creator. He will not take the initiative to do anything to your Silver City. In fact, if there is no problem with His condition, He will protect you."

  "But Amon is different. Amon's goal is very clear. There is something about you that attracts Him."     "Amon has more clones than you think. There must be more clones of him in Silver City!"

  Renekton's last words made Derrick's face turn pale. The relief he had felt for getting rid of Amon before was gone.

  Derrick looked up at the top, Mr. Fool, who was shrouded in gray fog.

  Klein sighed in his heart. He understood what Amon's clear goal was. He was above the gray fog, or more accurately, the space above the gray fog.

  However, Amon should not parasitize Little Sun again. I can observe his parasitism at any time and purify it. Besides, Silver City is not weak. It is likely that parasites will be discovered by some important personnel and important occasions.

  Therefore, although there is a high probability that there are still clones of Amon in Silver City, they should only be on the edge, on unimportant people or creatures.

  After figuring out the general situation, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back slightly, tapped the edge of the long bronze table twice, attracted everyone's attention, and said leisurely:

  "Don't worry, Amon will no longer parasitize or appear next to you at will, there is no point in doing this!"

  "There is no point in doing this!" Audrey repeated this sentence in her heart, and added the next sentence in her heart: Because I will take action!

  "No point? No point!"

  Little Sun Derrick repeated it twice, and then saluted Mr. Fool at the top very respectfully and said: "Thank you, respected Mr. Fool!"

  Then he turned his eyes to Renekton next to him and asked curiously:

  "Mr. Baita, why doesn't the real creator do anything to the Silver City? Isn't He an evil god?"

  Renekton was about to speak when he glimpsed that Klein's trumpet world at the bottom moved its body, as if a pig was talking. Renekton simply swallowed back what he wanted to say. He was more curious about what Klein would say.

  The gloomy world cleared his throat, and then said in a hoarse voice:

  "Because His goal is outside the God-forsaken Land, He is more eager to get rid of his own crazy state than your Silver City!"

  "In the more distant past, the true creator was the true god that everyone believed in. The seven major churches today were all secret organizations at that time."

  "What?" Justice Audrey opened her lips slightly. Mr. World's words just now had completely overturned her common sense of mysticism.

  "How is it possible!" The Hanged Man subconsciously refuted, but soon fell silent.

  He glanced at Mr. Fool at the top, who seemed to have a tacit attitude towards the words of the world.

  "This is blasphemy!" The magician Fors, who was not a devout believer, first reacted that the words of the world were blasphemy!

  Renekton glanced at Mr. World at the bottom, looked at his gloomy eyes, opened his lips slightly, and closed them again.

  Silently complained to the other party: You really learn and apply!

  Little Sun watched everyone's reactions in silence. His understanding of the True God was not correct, and it all came from the deal he made with everyone last time. But now it seems that the information he got from the previous deal was not particularly complete.

  Seeing that everyone had not spoken for a long time, Little Sun asked again with some embarrassment:

  "What should we do with the members of the exploration team who were contaminated by the True Creator?"

  "Give them to your chief together with the Time Worm, and he will deal with it."

  The Gloomy World said hoarsely.

  Klein also found that the experience of the Hanged Man was not so useful for the Silver City in the God-forsaken Land, and it was easy to make some errors in judgment. He gave a plan based on his understanding of the Silver City.

  Little Sun Derrick pondered for a while, then slowly nodded and said, "I understand!"

  Then he thanked everyone again.

  The matter of Little Sun came to an end. Magician Fors, who witnessed the whole process, suddenly had an idea. She lifted her slightly curly long hair and said,

  "I want to know which family the Apprenticeship Path belongs to? I am willing to exchange it with a chapter of "Spiritual World Observations."

  "Although this is considered to be the ravings of a madman, based on my several experiences in and out of the spirit world, many of the descriptions in it are true."

  Spiritual World Observations? Klein leaned back slightly, controlling the small world, and answered before the Hanged Man Alger:

  "I know the answer, and I can give you some corresponding information for free."

  "Okay." Fors suppressed her joy and responded in a calm voice.

  Then, the world asked hoarsely:

  "Do you want to be the only one to hear the answer, or for everyone to hear it?"

  Magician Fors thought for a few seconds, and then said, contrary to everyone else's expectations:

  "Just tell it like this."

  The world had no expression, as if he didn't care at all. He said in a low voice:

  "In the Fourth Epoch, the apprenticeship path was controlled by the Abraham family, and later it flowed into the Tamara family, who had a long-term friendship with them."

  "In the Fifth Epoch, which is the current era, the Gnosis Society also has potion formulas for apprentices and magic masters. It is widely believed to be related to the Abraham and Tamara families. Of course, some people suspect that the Gnosis Society is actually a disguised witch sect."

  Considering that the magician lady has already met a member of the Abraham family, Klein said a little more:

  "It is said that the Abraham family has long suffered from a blood curse and has to live in a dispersed manner to avoid danger."  Chapter 205 Doomsday Prophecy

  The transaction ended quickly, and the party came to the exchange stage where everyone provided their experiences.

  Justice Audrey looked around with interest, and said with a faint smile:

  "Last week, an interesting case happened in Backlund. The protagonist was called 'The Black Thief Emperor'."

  As she spoke, Audrey glanced at Mr. Fool in the thick gray fog. Without receiving any feedback, Audrey paused before continuing:

  "The victim is the wealthy Capin. Many rumors have pointed out that he is the largest human trafficker in Backlund. The Black Thief Emperor sneaked into his villa, eliminated everyone in the villa, and rescued many innocent girls imprisoned in the dungeon."

  "When Capin's body was found, it was covered with a deck of tarot cards with the faces of 'Emperor' and 'White Tower'."

  At this point, Audrey consciously glanced at Renekton, who was codenamed White Tower, but could not see any reaction.

  The Hanged Man Alger was keenly aware of the phrase "human traffickers". He then turned to the top of the bronze table thoughtfully and asked humbly,

  "Mr. Fool, is Kapin related to the disappearance of slaves in the colony?"

  Klein, who was shrouded in thick gray fog, was slightly stunned. He did not expect Mr. Hanged Man to ask this question.

  Thinking carefully, the Hanged Man's guess was not impossible. There were four Beyonders in his villa, which was not normal in itself. Moreover, after using the magical items, that Heras was equivalent to Sequence Five.

  Klein vaguely felt that these things could be connected. After a little contemplation, he chuckled and said,

  "My followers made some insignificant contributions to this matter."

  Sure enough! Justice Audrey and Magician Fors sighed in their hearts at the same time.

  The Hanged Man Alger was thinking about what the connection between the human trafficker Card and the disappearance of slaves was.

  Seeing that the topic had come to Kapin, Klein continued to speak in a leisurely tone:

  "He gained two extraordinary characteristics in this incident, and he hopes to sell them as soon as possible. The two characteristics correspond to the Interrogator of Sequence 7 and the Judge of Sequence 6."

  Interrogator. Isn't this the arbitrator path mastered by the Loen royal family? Judge is the name of a certain sequence behind it? It is likely that the Loen royal family or the military, or an ancient noble, is behind Sequence 6 Kapin? It is also possible that it is Feynet's Castilla family.

  The Hanged Man frowned slightly, and he felt more and more that the disappearance of slaves was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

  As a noble, Justice Audrey still knew something about the arbitrator path, and she also had similar ideas in her mind as the Hanged Man.

  Magician Fors was puzzled by the word "Extraordinary". He looked at the top of the bronze table and asked in confusion:

  "Mr. Fool, what is Extraordinary Characteristics?"

  Hearing Fors's doubts, Audrey, who was sitting next to him, took the initiative to speak:

  "Mr. Fool, can I answer this question? The corresponding reward will be given to you directly."

  She was a little worried that Mr. Fool didn't want to repeat what he had said, so she volunteered to answer Fors.

  "No problem." The figure shrouded in gray mist gave a dull response.

  Audrey breathed a sigh of relief silently, then turned to look at Fors and said:

  "What kind of reward are you willing to pay for this answer?"

  Fors looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top and asked very respectfully:

  "Mr. Fool, can I use another chapter of "Spiritual World Observations" as a reward?"

  "Yes."

  Klein, who was leaning on the high-backed chair, responded in a nonchalant tone.

  "Thank you, Mr. Fool."

  Fors showed a very happy smile.

  She intuitively thought that she would be exposed to some secret, high-level knowledge!

  Seeing that Fors had reached a deal with Mr. Fool, Audrey was happy for her good friend in her heart, and then smiled and said:

  "In the extraordinary world, there is such a law:" "

  In similar paths, the total amount of extraordinary characteristics is conserved, it will not increase or decrease, it will only transfer from one thing to another, from one form to another."

  "So, after the death of the extraordinary, the characteristics brought by his taking the potion will be precipitated, which is equivalent to the main material of the potion in the relative sequence. With the corresponding auxiliary materials, a complete potion can be prepared." "Well,

  except for the remains of the out-of-control, there are too many hidden dangers, and it can only be used as an item."

  After the death of the extraordinary, his characteristics will be precipitated, equivalent to the main material of the potion?

  At this moment, Fors felt as if lightning flashed through her mind, and she understood a lot of things at once.

  The relic given to her by Mrs. Anlisa was her own extraordinary characteristics.

  Doesn't this mean that every extraordinary person is equivalent to a walking material in the eyes of others? It's really dark!

  Unconsciously, Fors had clenched her hands. She suddenly realized that the essence of the extraordinary world seemed to be full of madness.

  "I understand. Thank you for your answer." Fors nodded thoughtfully.

  However, she did not intend to buy the extraordinary characteristics of the interrogator. Xio was still an arbitrator, still a long way from Sequence 7. Moreover, with her financial situation, she could not afford the characteristics equivalent to the main material of Sequence 7 potions.

  Everyone continued to share their own experiences for a while, until Mr. Fool, who was at the top, said in a calm tone:

  "Let's end today's party here."     "As you wish." Renekton stood up and saluted along with Audrey, Fors and the others.

  A crimson light flashed across his vision, and he was in a trance for a moment. When he came to his senses, Renekton had returned to his study.

  He stood up and stretched, and at the same time glanced at the desk beside him, but did not see the letter sent by the messenger.

  Frank's reply was a little slow this time. I wanted to ask the captain for help as soon as possible to cash in the property looted from Kapin!

  Retracting his scattered thoughts, Renekton prepared to ask the hidden sage for some formulas and information on the universal path potions. If he wanted to promote the progress of civilization, this path was the most suitable.

  After thinking for a while, Renekton recited the honorific name of the Hidden Sage in a low voice:

  "The Sage who sees through the world, the eyes that peek into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

  "I want to pray to you;"

  "I need some knowledge of the path of the Perfect."

  As the prayer ended, Renekton felt his consciousness suddenly elevated, and a brilliant galaxy appeared in his vision.

  As his vision zoomed out, this brilliant galaxy revealed its true appearance:

  a pair of cold and indifferent eyes without eyelashes containing countless brilliant stars.

  The next moment, a large amount of information poured into Renekton's mind like a torrent.

  "Hmm" A heavy dull pain came, and Renekton couldn't help but groan.

  Although he had long been accustomed to the knowledge instilled by the Hidden Sage, it seemed that the knowledge he gave this time involved high-level things, which put a particularly great pressure on Renekton.

  After several minutes, he sorted out the knowledge that the Hidden Sage instilled in his mind.

  Leaning against the window, his head no longer felt heavy and aching, and Renekton carefully recalled the information he had obtained:

  including the potion formulas from Sequence 9 Generalists to Sequence 4 Alchemists.

  And some information about the Perfectionist Path:

  the inspiration for potion enhancement is quite limited, and it is unlikely to hear sounds that should not be heard or see images that should not be seen.

  The core is to lead civilization to achieve development leaps. Basically, the extraordinary people of the generalist high sequence have no problem with hand-made Gundam and nuclear fusion, but they cannot achieve mass production.

  Is it because the current earth is in a state of blockade? As a result, many resources are limited, so mass production is temporarily limited? To promote the progress of civilization, the only way to guide the development of energy and technology is through mysticism.

  Renekton frowned slightly, rubbed his chin with his right hand, and thought in his heart.

  His eyes unconsciously looked up at the sky as he raised his head, and then looked away, not thinking about this problem.

  "If I develop wind energy, electric energy, and solar energy, the Church of Storms and the Church of the Eternal Sun will directly charge me with blasphemy!"

  Renekton helplessly whispered to himself, shook his head, and stopped thinking about these questions. Instead, he began to select people who were suitable for the path of the generalist.

  Until the evening, Klein knocked on the door and handed two copies of "Spiritual World Observations" to Renekton.

  "It mentions two prophecies, which gives me a bad feeling."

  Klein lowered his eyes and explained.

  Renekton probably guessed what prophecy Klein was talking about. He nodded slightly and took the two copies of "Spiritual World Observations". His eyes skipped the first chapter and looked at the following content:

  "Looking down from the starry sky, the earth will be torn apart, and everything in the world will cease to exist."

  The second prophecy is related to the Abraham family: the day when the curse is lifted is also the beginning of the real disaster for Abraham and his people.

  After reading the two prophecies in "Spiritual World Observations", Renekton handed the paper back without any change in his expression, and said:

  "Yellow Light Venitan is the symbol of the field of astrology, and His prophecies are authoritative enough."

  "I know, that's why I came to you to ask." Klein nodded slightly, and then continued to ask:

  "You should know something? Prophecies about doomsday, or the curse of the Abraham family."

  Renekton nodded noncommittally, and did not rush to answer. He poured a cup of freshly brewed black tea and handed it to Klein, then sat back in his seat and continued the previous topic:

  "The topic of doomsday cannot be discussed. At least the status of an angel is required, otherwise it is suicide!"

  "The prophecy about the Abraham family is also related to you to a certain extent."

  "Mr. Men?" Klein reacted quickly. The Abraham family mastered the apprentice path, which was also one of the paths under Source Castle.

  Renekton nodded slightly, sighed, and said:

  "Mr. Men is only one ritual away from becoming a god, but unfortunately, he is polluted."

  "The Abraham family has mastered most of the items related to this path, and because of Mr. Men's influence, no real strong man has appeared."