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 Chapter 206: Undead Chef

  Klein was silent for a moment, then said in an unusually heavy tone:

  "So, the resolution of the curse of the Abraham family means that Mr. Men has completely fallen?"

  "Do you want to try to save Him? Get an angel for yourself."

  Renekton smiled and kept his eyes on Klein.

  Klein smiled bitterly:

  "Mr. Men is only one step away from becoming a god, what can I use to save Him?

  "Moreover, as angels of adjacent paths, there should be a hostile relationship between him and me, right?"

  "I would like to give it a try. I got inspiration from the real creator last time."

  Renekton raised his left hand and said seriously.

  Klein raised his eyebrows and glanced at Renekton, lowered his head and took a sip of black tea, and organized his words in his mind:

  "You seem to have a good impression of this Mr. Men?"

  "It should be said that it is difficult not to have admiration for Mr. Men, and the end of the world is coming soon, and any high-end combat power is precious. "

  Rekton said with a sigh.

  Klein lowered his head slightly and passed the black tea to his mouth. His curiosity made him want to ask questions about the end of the world, but he could only relieve his curiosity by drinking tea.

  "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

  Renekton raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

  The kitchen utensils and ingredients there were dangling in the air, cutting vegetables, lighting fires, and putting them in the pot. Each step was done smoothly and naturally.

  Klein restrained the twitching corners of his mouth, and driven by curiosity, he quietly opened his spiritual vision.

  Then he saw that in the kitchen there was a pot-bellied undead and several natural spirits working together skillfully.

  Taking a deep breath, Klein half-complained:

  "Are you transitioning from squeezing small animals to squeezing undead spirits?"

  Renekton proudly praised his new chef:

  "I found this with great difficulty, an undead who has not forgotten his professional skills in his previous life. His cooking skills are not bad, and it is definitely worth a try. "

  He has become an undead, but he still remembers how to cook?" Klein felt that it was a bit outrageous for an undead to be able to cook.

  Renekton smiled and pointed to his eyes and said,

  "It's okay as long as the instinct as a chef is still there. As for the rest, just instill knowledge."

  "Undead chefs are indeed attractive." Klein was also curious about the food cooked by an undead. He nodded slightly and accepted the invitation to dinner.

  Sitting at the dining table, Renekton began to chat with Klein. Renekton

  wanted to get to know the inventor of the bicycle, Leppard, through Klein, so he took the initiative to bring up the topic:

  "Do you know anyone who is particularly good or talented in mechanics?"

  Klein was slightly stunned. The first person in his mind was his sister Melissa Moretti. She has always liked to study mechanics, and his previous pocket watch was repaired by her.

  Klein asked tentatively: "What do you want to do? "

  Rekton raised his eyebrows in confusion. He was just an inventor, so why did Klein's expression look a little wrong?

  After a moment of hesitation, he chuckled and said,

  "I want to train some extraordinary people on the path of the universalist, mainly to make them inventors, promote social progress, and also allow me to work as a part-time craftsman."

  "Promote social progress?"

  Klein repeated. It always felt a bit awkward for an extraordinary person who was mixed in with the evil gods and was on a bounty order at sea to say such things.

  Renekton explained the fundamental reason why he wanted to train extraordinary people on the path of the universalist:

  "Promoting civilization and spreading knowledge, this is my mission and what I want to do."

  "Roselle's industrial revolution is only halfway through, and the rest cannot be carried out due to energy constraints. I want the industrial revolution to continue."

  "Is that so? So, do you have a solution to the energy problem?"

  Klein asked curiously. If the industrial revolution can be further promoted, it will be beneficial to the vast majority of people in this era.

  Renekton leaned lazily on the back of his chair and said helplessly,

  "No, even if I wanted to, the Storm Church and the Eternal Sun Church would not agree. "

  But who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Perhaps one day the authority of the sun and the storm will be taken back by the true creator."

  "Your idea is good," Klein said in a comforting tone, and then brought the topic back to the person with mechanical talent:

  "I know an inventor named Leppard, who is trying to invent a bicycle, and I have invested in his research."

  "If you are interested, I can introduce you to each other."

  "Really? Then I can inject capital into him. This is a sure-win business. I can also give him a bottle of universal potion in the future. As an inventor, he can't resist the temptation of becoming a universal."

  Renekton naturally showed a bright expression and said in a happy tone.

  Klein did not react too much to this. Instead, he was very curious about Renekton's next sentence:

  "Is there anything special about universals? Why can't inventors resist the temptation of becoming universals? "

  Rekton straightened his posture, raised his hand slightly, and said as if he was preparing to give a lecture:

  "The inspiration improved by this path is quite limited. They are unlikely to hear sounds they shouldn't hear or see images they shouldn't see, so as long as they don't commit suicide, the probability of losing control is very small."

  "The generalist potion only brings extraordinary memory, understanding, learning and practical abilities, a rough understanding of the occult, and a better understanding of aqua regia, nitroglycerin and complex gear devices."     "The core ability is to awaken memory, to remember all the knowledge you have read, and you will never forget what you have read."

  Klein nodded slightly. This was not much different from what he learned from Roselle's diary, and it was more detailed.

  "So, do you want your sister Melissa Moretti to become a Beyonder?"

  Renekton stared at Klein and asked the question he wanted to ask just now.

  There was a moment of silence, and Klein looked at Renekton with some entanglement and said:

  "Is this the reason why you suddenly brought up this topic?"

  "That's really not the case." Renekton shook his hands repeatedly and explained:

  "You were stunned for too long just now, so I thought of your sister who has a great talent for mechanics."

  "This path is very much in line with her preferences, and there will not be too much risk of losing control. The only problem is that they are really weak in the early stage."

  Klein stared at Renekton closely, trying to confirm whether what he said just now was true.

  After struggling for a while, Klein planned to go back to the gray fog to do a divination and give an answer.

  Clang! With a sound, a gold coin was ejected in front of Klein, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it.

  "Well, usually at this time, the fortune teller will choose to have a fortune-telling!"

  Renekton said in a very immature tone after throwing a gold coin.

  Klein felt that his head was full of black lines. He resisted the urge to throw the gold coin at the other party's face and nodded gently:

  "I will consider it."

  "If the topic had not mentioned the end of the world just now, I would hope that they could live this life happily as ordinary people." "

  In fact, on the sequence path, as long as you don't go to a higher level, you can become an elite in a certain industry and live this life with a better standard of living."

  Renekton gave his own different understanding.

  Klein tilted his head slightly and looked out the window. His voice was flat and helpless:

  "Once you become an extraordinary person, under the influence of your characteristics, the probability of actively or passively encountering various extraordinary events will increase significantly."

  "Don't you still have it?"

  "And don't forget, when encountering extraordinary events, what is the mortality rate of ordinary people and what is the mortality rate of extraordinary people?"

  Renekton retorted.

  The two fell silent again until the undead chef in the kitchen brought up the cooked meals and the fragrant dishes one by one.

  Silver City.

  Derrick had just handed the Time Worm that Amon used to parasitize himself to the Chief, and reminded him that the members of the exploration team might have been contaminated by the True Creator.

  Back at his home, Derrick sat at the old wooden table, thinking about whether he should do something to make those exploration team members who were contaminated by the True Creator take the initiative to expose their own specialness.

  Only if I prove that what I said is true, the Chief will believe me to a greater extent.

  Derrick, who had not figured out what he should do, suddenly heard a knock on the door.

  "Who?" He asked in confusion.

  A voice with a smile came from outside the door:

  "I, Dak, the exploration team has been released from quarantine. Don't you want to know our experience this time?"

  Dak? Derrick's mind flashed with the image of the other party in the past, and he thought of the last time he saw him.

  Derrick suddenly shuddered, and a chill rushed to his scalp.

  Why did he come to see me? Shouldn't I go home first after being released from quarantine?

  Instantly, many doubts arose in Derrick's heart.

  Huh! Derrick turned his head and looked out the window, trying to relieve his nervous mood.

  At this time, the frequency of lightning outside had dropped to the lowest. Only one or two minutes would a lightning flash across the sky and illuminate the sky. The rest of the time, Silver City was in deep darkness.

  However, as a person who prays for light, Derrick has a certain light attribute. Even if he is in darkness from time to time inside Silver City, there will not be too much danger.

  So when he is alone, he has no habit of lighting candles.

  Derrick took a candle from the wooden box, rubbed his fingers lightly, created a golden flame, and lit the candle.

  The room was instantly filled with dim light, accompanied by a pungent fragrance.

  Dongdongdong! The door was knocked by Dak again.

  He was not like this before. He was very polite. Derrick suddenly felt a strong sense of sadness in his heart.

  Placing the lit candle in the middle of the table, Derrick took a deep breath and opened the door with great caution. Chapter 207 The Contaminated

  "Why are you so slow?" Dak said with a polite smile on his face.

  "It took me some time to find a candle." Derrick responded calmly.

  He walked side by side with Dak, and walked back to the table with him, and sat down.

  Dak took a small cloth bag from his waist and asked with a smile: "Would you like some freshly dried Dumu fruit?"

  "No, no."

  Derrick shook his head cautiously, because his nerves were too tense, causing his voice to be a little hoarse and stuttering.

  "Okay."

  Dak took a black fruit from the small cloth bag, stuffed it into his mouth, and bit it with a click.

  There was a silence in the room, and only the sound of Dak chewing the black fruit echoed.

  Derrick hesitated for a moment and took the initiative to talk:

  "Did you encounter any monsters while exploring the half-ruined temple?"

  "There were quite a few, but they were not very powerful. We easily eliminated them."

  Dak paused for a second, and then a smile appeared on his lips and he said:

  "We found some strange plants in the temple. They look like the mushrooms we talked about in the general education course. They are very bright and make people full of appetite at first sight."

  "After eating, they can improve spirituality and strengthen physical strength. If paired with roasted monsters, they will emit an unimaginable fragrance."

  As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized mushroom from the small cloth bag on the other side. The color was bright and crystal, and it was dotted with dark golden spots.

  Just seeing it, Derrick's mouth was already secreting saliva, and his appetite was aroused, making it difficult to control.

  "Here's one for you." Dak smiled enthusiastically and handed over the mushroom in his hand.

  "Okay." Derrick resisted the urge to stuff the mushroom into his mouth immediately, and reluctantly opened his mouth and said,

  "I'll try it tomorrow."

  Dak didn't say much. After pushing the mushroom in front of Derrick, he continued to eat the black Dumu fruit.

  Derrick took his eyes away from the mushroom with difficulty and continued to chat with Dak about other topics:

  "Did you find anything during this exploration?"

  Dak stopped eating and answered with a very serious look:

  "We found many murals, continuous murals. Do you remember the statue in the temple?"

  "The newly discovered murals record relevant content. The builders of the temple believe that the statue represents the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God. When the catastrophe came, the Lord took on most of the sins for us, so His image changed from standing upright to standing upside down, from walking freely to being nailed to the cross!"

  "We are not abandoned people, we are the favored ones favored by the Lord!"

  Derrick listened silently, without refutation or doubt.

  But Dak's attitude towards the statue almost showed that he had believed in the true Creator from the bottom of his heart.

  Dak and his friends had been completely polluted.

  "If what was recorded in the temple was true, we only need to change some symbols and corresponding honorific names during the sacrifice to regain the Lord's response."

  Dak narrated nonstop, becoming more and more excited, and even began to wave his hands.

  Derrick's brows gradually frowned, and he no longer had the energy to listen to Dak's words. He found it increasingly difficult to resist the temptation of the mushroom, as if his body would break through the shackles of reason at any time and swallow the mushroom into his stomach.

  No, I can't eat it, I have to hold it back. Derrick was panicked, and kept thinking about what he should do to deal with it.

  "I'll go get you a glass of water."

  Derrick tried his best to make his voice sound calm and not show any abnormality.

  Then he walked to the side, deliberately slowed down his movements, and chanted the honorific name of the Fool in a low voice:

  "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."

  Backlund, Minsk Street No. 15.

  After having a sumptuous dinner made by the undead chef at Rekton's place, Klein returned to his home, and a burst of illusory and low prayers echoed in his ears.

  "A male voice, is it Little Sun? Or Mr. Hanged Man?"

  Rekton was a little confused, but he quickly closed the doors and windows of the bedroom, walked four steps backwards and entered the gray fog.

  Derrick took the opportunity to pour water and silently chanted the honorific name of Mr. Fool twice, but did not get an immediate response.

  After a little hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

  "Sorry, the water at home is a little cold, I'll boil some hot water again."

  "It doesn't matter, we are all Beyonders, this doesn't have much impact on us."

  Dak said in a nonchalant tone while eating the Dumu fruit.     Derrick didn't know how to answer for a moment. His right hand had quietly pressed on the Hurricane Axe at his waist. As long as Dake made a little movement, he would attack violently.

  "I prefer hot water." Derrick answered in a dry voice.

  If I summon a holy light to illuminate the darkness now, will it attract the attention of the people who are responsible for secretly monitoring me?

  As long as there are other people here, Derrick feels that he will not be so panicked. Derrick

  hesitated for a moment, and saw Dake took two steps forward, looking at him with some doubts:

  "What are you doing?"

  Derrick opened his mouth to make up a random excuse, and suddenly a thick gray mist surged in front of his eyes, and a deep red light rose. He saw the real appearance of his room at this moment:

  Dake's expression suddenly became gloomy, and there was a trace of bright red in his blue eyes!

  The Dumu fruit he had been eating also revealed its true appearance. It was a human finger, a bloody finger!

  A layer of blood-stained scalp with short black hair appeared where the bright mushrooms were originally placed!

  The next moment, a magnificent golden figure with twelve pairs of black wings appeared in Derrick's eyes, and the other party wrapped him with layers of wings.

  Derrick felt that all the panic, fear, and other emotions in his heart were suppressed, and reason took over again.

  "What are you doing." Dak's voice became even colder, and his eyes stared at Derrick, and the hidden malice seemed to surge out at any time.

  Derrick did not answer, but clasped his hands in front of his chest, praying.

  A ray of light fell from the sky, and the sacred, bright, brilliant and pure warm light instantly illuminated the entire room.

  The purification ability of the holy light seemed to naturally restrain the abnormality in Dak's body. The Dumu fruit in his hand, the bright mushrooms on the side, and even Dak himself, all sizzled under the illumination of the holy light, and bursts of black smoke rose.

  Dak's clothes were suddenly propped up with strips of bulges.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! One by one, bloody strips of meat penetrated Dak's clothes and rushed towards Derrick in front.

  Derrick quickly picked up the Hurricane Axe and chopped forward.

  Puff! Several bloody strips of meat were cut off and fell to the ground. The rough skin with body hair was still on these strips of meat.

  Then more bloody strips of meat came and wrapped the Hurricane Axe tightly in circles.

  Derrick decisively let go of his right hand that was holding the Hurricane Axe tightly and quickly retreated. At the same time, he held his hands in front of his mouth and nose, praying.

  Silently, a bright beam of light burning with flames fell from the sky and hit the bloody strips of meat.

  "Ah~" Dak, who had turned into a monster, let out a scream that sounded more like a roar. Many bloody strips of meat were charred, broken and fell.

  All these changes happened almost in a flash. The next moment, the bloody strips of meat that Dak had transformed into seemed to be angry and launched a swift counterattack.

  Derrick's face suddenly changed, and he quickly made an evasive move to the side and back.

  The expected attack did not fall on him. After Derrick stabilized his body, he found that Dak, who was waving bloody meat strips around him, was wrapped in a dark and sticky liquid from nowhere. The whole person looked like a cat in an opaque bag.

  The shadows around him continued to spread and twist. Soon, the monster that Dak turned into was wrapped into a huge black cocoon.

  Derrick quietly watched the person who suddenly appeared on the side, and realized that this person was responsible for monitoring him in secret.

  For a moment, he didn't know what to say. He could only stand there silently, watching the other person quietly, wondering how the other person would deal with Dak who had turned into a monster.

  The monitor glanced at the scene in the room, saw the pale fingers scattered on the ground and the bloody scalp with short black hair, and couldn't help but take a breath.

  Then he used his extraordinary ability to manipulate the shadows outside, forming a tidal wave, so as to notify the chief in the round tower.

  "Dak was quietly contaminated when he was exploring the temple. I think the other members of the exploration team should have the same problem!"

  Derrick hesitated for a moment and reminded him.

  "Someone will deal with them." The monitor responded in a heavy and hoarse voice.

  The two fell into silence again until the chief of the six-member council arrived.

  At the top of the round tower, in the chief's room.

  The gray-haired Silver City chief Colin Iliad listened quietly to Derrick's description of what happened before, and nodded slightly:

  "Why did Dak go to you first? Instead of returning to his own home and waiting for an opportunity to act later."

  Derrick lowered his head a little at a loss, and said in a dull voice:

  "Perhaps, it's because I went to see them when they were still isolated in the training ground, and I had some exchanges with him. Moreover, Dak and I are familiar with each other."

  Thinking of Dak, who used to be cheerful and always had a bright smile, Derrick's mood inevitably dropped a little.

  "How did you find out about his abnormality?" Colin continued to ask expressionlessly.

  "That mushroom is the bloody scalp. When Dak handed it to me, it looked like a mushroom to me."

  "It has an abnormal attraction, tempting me to eat it all the time. I think this is abnormal, so I quietly recited the name of a great being, and He let me see the real scene in the room."

  "The monitor also participated in what happened later."  Chapter 208 Divine Revelation

  After listening to Derrick's story, Silver City Chief Colin Iliad did not relax, but took Derrick to the place where Silver City's psychoanalyst Ai Fuluo was.

  Derrick looked at the lady sitting opposite him, wearing a black dress, with long braids and a pretty face, and subconsciously called out: "Ms. Ai Fuluo."

  Ai Fuluo smiled and nodded. After Derrick sat down opposite her, she asked softly:

  "Do you have anything to say?"

  Derrick looked up instinctively, and suddenly found that the other person's eyes had turned into pale golden vertical pupils at some point.

  His thoughts were instantly trance, and Derrick seemed to have entered a state of sleepwalking.

  Ai Fuluo's pale golden vertical pupils quietly stared at the boy in front of him, like an emotionless audience.

  The next moment, in the pair of pale golden vertical pupils, there were circles of faint light, forming a vortex and constructing a maze.

  In a daze, Derrick felt as if he was floating, in the endless darkness and countless bright colors.

  Derrick, who should have remained in this state of confusion, suddenly woke up.

  He saw the inexplicably swaying candlelight and the lady with pale golden eyes sitting opposite him.

  Looking at the hypnotized boy in front of him, Evro asked softly,

  "What have you done during this period?"

  Derrick kept himself in the state just now and answered calmly,

  "I saw Dak in the training ground. When I talked to him, I found that he was not quite right. He was not the same as I remembered."

  "At the last gathering, I asked others for help. They told me that Dak was contaminated by the True Creator. I told the chief about it."

  Evro glanced at the chief beside him and continued to ask, "Is this your own choice? Or is it their suggestion?"

  "They believe that Silver City can solve problems of this level. Moreover, the True Creator's target is not Silver City, not the Forsaken Land of God, but the outside world."

  "Compared to the True Creator, Amon's existence is more dangerous to Silver City."

  Evro continued to ask in an unusually gentle voice, "What is the Forsaken Land of God?"

  "We are in the God-forsaken Land. In the world outside the God-forsaken Land, there is sunshine, the sea, and normal things. There are no monsters and dangers hidden in the darkness."

  Derrick told all the information he knew. He even thought that it would be okay even if he didn't have Mr. Fool's blessing now. This was what he was going to tell the chief.

  Aifuluo's expression was not calm. She looked at the chief beside her with unconcealed worry and yearning in her eyes.

  Colin just nodded slightly, indicating that he should continue asking.

  Aifuluo quickly sorted out his emotions and continued to ask: "How much do you know about the True Creator, Amon, and the great being you prayed to?"

  "The True Creator was not an evil god a long time ago. In the world outside the Forsaken Land of God, He was a god of orthodox belief. Later, He became an evil god, and the orthodox belief became the other seven gods. A member of the party said that the True Creator was in a wrong state, so he was dangerous."

  "Amon is a cunning and dangerous being. He is a blasphemer and a god of fraud."

  "He seems to have a conflict with the being who convened the party. The clone of Amon parasitized on me was discovered by Him, and He sent his angels to purify it."

  "But at the last party, I felt that the great being didn't care much about Amon."

  Derrick remained in a "confused" state and told all the information he knew about the True Creator and Amon. Except for the information related to Mr. Fool, he did not say it clearly, but just referred to it as the great being.

  Finally, Avro asked:

  "Where did you get that axe and the potion formula of the Sun Path?"

  "I got the axe by trading with other members of the party, and I also got the potion formula of the Sun Path by trading. I like the Sun Path, and I want to be the light that illuminates the darkness."

  When he said the latter part, Derrick couldn't control his emotions and his voice became a little higher.

  Evro did not doubt it. After listening carefully, he turned his head and said to Chief Colin:

  "He did not lie. It is impossible for him to lie. I have the power of the Crown of Glory."

  Colin nodded gently and said:

  "In this state, he did not show any signs of evil, corruption, or pollution."

  After speaking, Colin stood up and left the room, and said to the shadow in the corner outside:

  "Derrick can let him leave at any time. For the time being, he is considered safe. Always pay attention to his state when he prays or performs some rituals."

  "Although Derrick is safe, the one who established a connection with him may not be. The relationship between him and Amon, the real creator, is likely to be hostile. The struggle between such levels is also a crisis for us, Silver City!"

  "Yes, Your Excellency Chief." A respectful voice came from the shadow.

  After the hypnosis ended, Ms. Evro gently reminded Derrick that he could leave.

  The chief and others should trust Mr. Fool for the time being. Although there will still be monitors, this is just a necessary insurance measure.

  In the East District of Backlund, in a basement that looks like a temple.     Mr. A, wearing a black robe with a hood, knelt quietly in front of the inverted giant statue.

  He tilted his ears, as if listening to something.

  After a short pause, Mr. A suddenly raised his hands, broke his right index finger, and put the bloody finger into his mouth to chew.

  With a click! Amid the sound, Mr. A's throat moved twice, and the finger was swallowed into his stomach.

  His body trembled suddenly, and then he stretched out his still bleeding right hand and wrote words on the ground with blood.

  Upstairs in this basement, Renekton and Yulian Jin were chatting about the workers' mutual aid organization.

  Suddenly, Renekton looked down at the floor in front of the car, and a faint purple fluorescence flowed in his eyes, but it soon dissipated.

  Restraining his curiosity to peek, Renekton turned his eyes and said with a chuckle:

  "It seems that an oracle has descended."

  "Oracle!" Yulian's eyes suddenly widened, and the surprise and excitement in his eyes were obvious.

  Renekton nodded slightly, then skipped the topic and said:

  "Do you plan to merge the scattered workers' mutual aid groups to form an organization similar to the Workers' Association, a Workers' Association that truly belongs to the workers!"

  Julian's eyes flashed with emotion, and then shook his head and said:

  "Although the Workers' Association is coerced by those nobles and wealthy people, it is also recognized by the kingdom and the church."

  "Other similar organizations cannot be officially recognized."

  "The foundation of the Workers' Association is the workers, and the main body is also the workers. As long as the workers recognize you, it is enough."

  Renekton shook his head slightly and gave a different opinion.

  "Your Excellency the Envoy of God is right, and the Loen Royal Family will be very happy to see this kind of conflict between the working class and the rich and nobles as long as it is within their tolerance."

  "This is also one of the reasons why they acquiesce in our preaching among the lower-class people in Backlund."

  Mr. A left the basement at some point and came upstairs. While pushing the door open, he also supplemented what Renekton had just said.

  "Mr. A!" Julian immediately turned around and saluted Mr. A who came in.

  It seems that the cooperation between the royal family of Loen and the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult will only hurt them in the end. The Aurora Society and the Witch Cult will eventually achieve their respective goals.

  "Sir, what do you think a new workers' association that belongs entirely to the workers should be called?"

  Mr. A paused and asked after a slight pause, his eyes resting on Renekton.

  "Well," Renekton rubbed his chin with his right hand, pondered for a moment and said,

  "Red Cross Mutual Aid Society! How about using a blood-stained red cross as the logo?"

  Mr. A's pale face showed some smiles, and he nodded slightly and said,

  "The blood-stained cross is very close to the image of the Lord, and it will not be exposed."

  "Perhaps, in the near future, you can see news about the Red Cross Mutual Aid Society in the newspaper."

  Changing the subject, Mr. A took the initiative to mention the divine revelation he had just received:

  "The Lord gave me some revelations."

  Julian had already clasped his hands together, placed them in front of his mouth and nose, and listened carefully to Mr. A's next words in a praying posture.

  Feeling the fanatical attitude of Mr. A and Julian, Renekton felt that he was somewhat out of place here.

  Mr. A did not care about Renekton's attitude and continued to speak the content of the divine revelation:

  "Lord, we have found the followers and believers of the Fool, in Backlund."

  "The Fool's honorable name is:"

  "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."

  Mr. A spoke the most ordinary rune words, saying the Fool's honorable name intermittently.

  Renekton listened in silence, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the position of his left forearm.

  Is there no information exchange between "He" and the real creator? Or is "He" now a completely independent individual? Chapter 209 Cemetery

  At night, returning to his rented house, Renekton lay on the bed in the bedroom and quickly fell asleep in meditation.

  In a deep dream, Renekton suddenly woke up.

  It was still the Temple of Dusk, and Sasriel still looked the same, but Renekton noticed that the shadow under Him was much lighter.

  It seemed that during this period of time, He had digested part of the will of the True Creator and the effect was significant.

  "You want to see me?" Sasriel asked directly without too much hesitation.

  Renekton nodded slightly, and said with some doubt in his tone:

  "The True Creator has issued an oracle to the Aurora Society, looking for the followers and believers of the Fool in Backlund."

  "Don't you share information with Him?"

  Sasriel replied in a flat voice:

  "If I contact Him in my current state, I will only be infected with His madness."

  Renekton nodded slightly, and then asked other topics:

  "Does the high-level characteristics of the Perfection Path remain in the God-Forsaken Land?"

  Sasriel was silent for a long time, as if he was lost in his memories. After a long time, he spoke again:

  "The mysterious demon at the saint level does exist, but I am not sure about the characteristics of the master at the angel level. Perhaps it exists somewhere in the form of a magical item."

  "The True Creator is always in a state of madness and does not have that much energy to pay attention to these."

  "I understand. Then. How many city-states are there with survivors in the God-Forsaken Land?"

  Nodding slightly and confirming the existence of the mysterious demon in the God-Forsaken Land, Renekton turned the topic to other aspects.

  "Including the gathering places around me, there are only seven city-states in total."

  Sasriel's voice inevitably carried a helpless and depressed mood:

  "Among them, there are four city-states outside my protection, Silver City, Moon City, Valentine, and Bedan City."

  "These cities have their own reasons, and they have retained enough characteristics and powerful magical items to persist in the darkness for thousands of years. However, this is almost their limit."

  "Valentine, Bedan City" Renekton repeated softly. These are cities that did not appear in the original book.

  Amon and Klein also mentioned in the conversation in the God-Forsaken Land that there are no more than ten city-states with survivors in the God-Forsaken Land. Amon would not cheat in this regard. There is no need

  for this. If there is a chance, it is still necessary to go to the God-Forsaken Land!

  "You collect the characteristics of the Perfectionist Path. Are you going to find an opportunity to strip off the Sage's characteristics on your body and jump to the path?"

  Sasriel interrupted Renekton's inner contemplation.

  Renekton shook his head and said,

  "I don't have such plans. If I switch to the path of the Perfectionist, wouldn't I be giving my head to the Perfectionist?"

  "I just want to train some professional talents to promote the industrial revolution that Roselle has not completed!"

  "The progress of civilization will make steam more powerful."

  Sasriel said as if admonishing.

  Without waiting for Renekton to explain, he proposed a new deal:

  "If you help me recover the authority of the sun and the storm, I can share the corresponding authority with you to promote the industrial revolution."

  "Don't be surprised. At that time, I was just crazy, but I still have the memory and judgment I should have."

  "The biggest obstacle for Roselle to promote the industrial revolution is that there is no barrier left over from the original energy source. While protecting us, it also limits the external development of the earth."

  "Promoting civilization is what you must do to become a demon of knowledge. God, who has omniscience and the authority of the Creator, is a better partner than the Lord of Mysteries."

  Just relying on the memories of the real creation, he analyzed the industrial revolution brought by Roselle so thoroughly.

  Whether it is insight, layout, or planning, this person is quite powerful. Well, you can see from Adam that he is a little shamefully moved.

  Renekton frowned and struggled. From his own perspective, the other party's proposal was too tempting.

  Unfortunately, Amon's existence was the biggest obstacle to cooperation.

  "It's a long time. You can wait until the situation is clear before giving an answer."

  Sasriel said in a calm tone.

  The next morning, Renekton just woke up from the bed, and the conversation with Sasriel in the dream last night clearly appeared in his mind.

  "Huh~ These are too far away from me. I will think about them after I become a saint or even an angel."

  With a long sigh, Renekton quickly jumped out of the bed and put on his clothes.

  After a simple wash, he immediately went to the restaurant downstairs, rubbed his fingers by the fireplace, and made a ball of red flames by rubbing spirituality, and lit the fireplace.

  As the flames in the fireplace burned, the temperature in the house began to gradually rise.

  "I'll go find Klein later and ask him to take me to find the inventor Leppard. Well, I have to hurry up to collect the potion materials for the Confucian."

  Sitting at the dining table, Renekton thought about what he was going to do today.

  Before long, the undead chef prepared today's breakfast, a simple sandwich, biscuits, and hot milk.

  After quickly finishing breakfast, Renekton walked to the house across the street and knocked on the door. Klein

  quickly

  opened the door with a surprised expression on his face.     "It's a good thing you knocked today." Klein half-jokingly said, while moving aside to make way for the passage.

  "I still have the habit of knocking when I go through the main entrance." Renekton chuckled.

  After Klein moved aside, he saw Dr. Allen in the living room.

  Dr. Allen also looked over with curiosity. Seeing that it was the person he had met before at the Krag Club, Dr. Allen smiled and greeted him.

  After smiling back, Renekton retracted his gaze and then directly explained his purpose:

  "I came to you for Leppard's matter. I want to invest in his invention."

  Klein nodded slightly, raised his hand and pointed at Dr. Allen beside him and said:

  "Okay, but you have to wait a moment. I have another commission."

  "No problem, I don't need this little time. Remember to come to me when you are done."

  Renekton waved his hand, turned around and left.

  Klein was stunned for a moment. Just as he raised his hand to keep him and ask about Will Auceptin, Renekton had already walked a distance away, so he had to give up.

  Back in the living room, Dr. Allen asked curiously,

  "Sherlock, are you still involved in the investment? What project is it? Can a great detective like you and invest in it?"

  "A new means of transportation." Klein responded with a smile.

  "I'll go change my clothes first, and then we can set off."

  After that, Klein went up to the second floor, found a thick coat to put on, and went to the gray fog to do a divination. He concluded that there was almost no risk in this commission, and then he was completely relieved.

  A small and exquisite paper man fluttered in the cold wind and finally fell on a moving carriage.

  The moment the little paper man fell, it seemed to come alive and tightly fixed itself on the top of the carriage.

  In the carriage, Klein looked up at the top of the carriage in confusion, but he didn't find anything, so he retracted his gaze again.

  The carriage drove all the way to the west of Backlund, the outskirts of Green Cemetery.

  Klein and Dr. Allen got off the carriage and wandered around in the nearby woods as if looking for something.

  The small paper figures were blown by the wind, floating between trees.

  "There, there!" Dr. Allen suddenly stopped and pointed to a birch tree with a peeled waist about ten meters ahead.

  After approaching, Dr. Allen stared at the birch tree and said,

  "It's exactly the same as in my dream."

  Klein smiled with a little vigilance, "But there is no Will Auceptin here."

  Dr. Allen frowned and looked for a while, then suddenly pointed to the root of the tree and said,

  "Will Auceptin was sitting here at the time, and he had one hand pointing at the soil below!"

  "You want to dig it up?" Klein stood aside, looked down at the area with almost no dead grass, and then looked up at Dr. Allen's serious, frowning expression.

  Dr. Allen nodded,

  "We've found it here, it's important to confirm what's there."

  After a while, Dr. Allen used money to get the help of three shovels and a gravekeeper.

  The three began to try to dig, and before digging too deep, they revealed something under the soil. It was a highly decomposed child's body!

  Bang! The shovel in Dr. Allen's hand fell, and he pointed at the legs of the corpse. He stammered for a long time before he said something in a shrill voice:

  "Will Auceptin! He is Will Auceptin!"

  Will Auceptin is dead? Moreover, he seems to have been dead for a while. Could this be fake?

  Klein looked at the child's body in the ground in doubt, and many thoughts kept popping up in his mind.

  Klein quickly came to his senses and said to the gravekeeper and Dr. Allen who were almost scared silly:

  "Call the police!"

  Not long after, the sheriff came and took Klein and Dr. Allen to the nearby police station.

  After everyone left, a small paper man fell lightly from a tree. After a twist, the figure of Renekton emerged.

  This figure was just an illusion, and it was essentially the same little paper man.

  Renekton looked at the child's body that was revealed in the dug soil in front of him. The body was already highly rotten, and his skin and flesh seemed to be melting, and there were many insects crawling in and out of his body.

  "Is it really okay to leave the body in front of me without moving it?"

  Renekton whispered to himself.

  Except for the occasional wind, there was no response.

  After staying for a while, Renekton noticed someone coming over here, so he turned around and left.

  Maybe tomorrow, or even tonight, Will will move the body. Chapter 210: Winning over Lawrence

  Leaving the place where Will Auceptin's body was buried, Renekton met Fors in the cemetery who came to pay tribute with a bunch of flowers.

  Fors was stunned for a moment, then took a few steps closer and greeted:

  "Good morning, Mr. Tynes, what a coincidence, are you also here to pay tribute to your relatives and friends?"

  Renekton shook his head slightly, chuckled and said:

  "Good morning, Miss Magician."

  "It's not a coincidence, I knew you would come here, so I came here in advance to meet you."

  "Magician? Are you talking about the kind in the circus?"

  Fors suppressed the slightly agitated emotions in her heart and said with a puzzled look.

  Renekton chuckled and said, "The kind in the Tarot Club."

  "You? How do you know?"

  Fors stuttered when she spoke, and quickly screened all the people in the Tarot Club in her mind.

  "Don't be so nervous. I'm not the only one who has guessed your identity."

  "I want to meet someone. I have a hunch that if I follow you, I might be able to meet him soon. That's why I'm waiting here to meet you."

  Renekton explained why he showed up here and revealed his identity.

  "Ah?" Fors looked at Renekton with some doubt.

  In her heart, after some guesses, she had locked Renekton's identity between the White Tower and the World. Mr. White Tower is more likely, and Mr. World is too gloomy and completely different from the other party.

  After thinking for a while, she nodded and agreed to Renekton's request:

  "Okay. No problem!"

  After obtaining Fors's consent, Renekton followed her and came to Mrs. Anlisa's tombstone.

  The two walked in silence. Perhaps she couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere, or perhaps she still wanted to find someone to talk to. Fors began to talk about the reason why she came to the cemetery to pay tribute:

  "Since I learned about the extraordinary characteristics last time, I have always wanted to come and see her."

  "The main material for me to become an apprentice came from Mrs. Anlisa's legacy. I inherited her power, so I always can't help wanting to come here once during this period. I want to put a bouquet of flowers in front of her tombstone and say thank you."

  "For Mrs. Anlisa, you are a qualified successor, otherwise she would not have given the apprentice's extraordinary characteristics to you who knew nothing."

  Renekton whispered to comfort her.

  When Fors went to put flowers in front of Mrs. Anlisa's tombstone, Renekton did not approach, but waited not far away.

  Fors stood in front of the black tombstone, took a deep look at the photo of Mrs. Anlisa, bent down to put down the flowers, and whispered:

  "Thank you!" Then

  he stood up straight and quietly recalled the past.

  During this time, Renekton saw an old man with a pair of blue eyes approaching this side, wearing a heavy woolen coat and a half-high black hat, holding a bunch of elegant flowers in his hand.

  Renekton and the other party looked at each other, and then both looked away.

  Lawrence? He was shrouded in a strong aura of death. He had lost the belief in living under the blow, and his body had reached a certain limit?

  After looking at each other, Renekton had already seen the situation of this member of the Abraham family. He frowned slightly and thought about how to save him.

  Lawrence walked to Fors's side, stared at her quietly for a while, and then said:

  "You are really a kind and good lady."

  Fors opened her eyes and turned her head, and saw that Mr. Lawrence from the Abraham family had appeared here at some point, also holding a bunch of elegant flowers in his hand.

  "No, this is not kindness, nor is it good intentions. Mrs. Anlisa once brought me an unforgettable warm time after I lost my mother."

  Fors said sincerely, her eyes suddenly moistened.

  Lawrence put down the flowers in his hand and sighed:

  "This shows that you value friendship."

  The two chatted for a few words, and Fors was about to say goodbye when Lawrence suddenly coughed violently.

  Cough cough cough!

  His legs became weak from coughing, and he fell to the ground, as if he would suffocate to death at any time.

  As a former doctor, Fors squatted down without hesitation to prepare for first aid.

  A bright, pure and warm light suddenly shone over, and Fors felt that her body became warm, and the discomfort caused by the cold instantly dissipated. She

  looked up in surprise and saw Renekton slowly approaching, his eyes lingering with light blue light.

  "Pop!" Renekton rubbed his fingers, condensing drops of light golden water droplets in the air.

  These water droplets, carried by a gentle breeze, gathered towards Mr. Lawrence who had fallen to the ground, and merged into his body drop by drop.

  Fors felt that the water droplets that passed by him were full of vitality and purification power.

  Cough! Cough! Lawrence kept coughing, but he could clearly feel that the pain in his body was decreasing.

  Fors maintained a half-squatting posture and quickly took some first aid measures.

  After a minute or two, Lawrence's condition was basically stable, but he had some old hidden injuries, which could not be cured by simply simulating some extraordinary abilities.

  It seems that he needs to go to Emlyn.     While Renekton was thinking, Lawrence had stood up with the help of Fors. He looked at Renekton with inevitable vigilance, as well as some gratitude and sadness.

  He coughed again, sorted out his emotions, and then spoke hoarsely:

  "Thank you for your help. I thought my life might have come to an end."

  "Your life is indeed coming to an end, but not so soon. It depends on you. I can hardly see the will to survive in you."

  Renekton whispered a fact.

  "This..." Fors looked at Lawrence who was supported by him, and didn't know what to say for a while.

  Lawrence didn't care about Renekton's words, but just smiled politely, turned to Fors who was supporting him and said:

  "Ma'am, can you take me back to the hotel?"

  "No problem." Fors nodded in response.

  "Let me do it. Just tell me the detailed address." Renekton walked over and put his hand on Lawrence's wrist.

  In the West District, in a room of the Carpenter Hotel.

  Several figures were quickly outlined.

  After coming out of the spirit world, Renekton cast another simple healing spell on Lawrence to relieve the discomfort caused by his weak body and inability to withstand the spiritual world shuttle.

  Fors helped Lawrence lie on the bed.

  Then his eyes fell on Renekton, who had dragged a chair over and sat down. After hesitating for a moment, he still spoke:

  "Mr. Tynes, is Mr. Lawrence the person you wanted to see before?"

  Lawrence, who was lying on the bed, also looked at Renekton, his eyes full of vigilance.

  Seeing Lawrence's vigilance towards him, Renekton sighed helplessly and said,

  "Yes, I want to contact the people of the Abraham family."

  In Lawrence's eyes that looked like he knew it was true and even more vigilant, he continued,

  "I can provide them with some shelter and help, whether it is to recover the characteristics and seals of the Aurora Society, or to provide some help during the full moon whispers."

  "Fors, you are also affected by the full moon whispers. You should understand that the whispers during the full moon can be blocked."

  "How do you know?" Fors looked at Renekton in shock, with a complicated look in her eyes, and then she seemed to think of something and her expression became relieved.

  "The whispers during the full moon can be blocked?"

  Lawrence's attention was completely attracted by this sentence. He looked at Fors as if to verify it, even though he didn't know whether he could trust this lady.

  Fors nodded gently and said, "Yes, I used a relic of Mrs. Anlisa when I was in danger, which caused me to be entangled by the full moon whispers."

  "Until last month, when I almost couldn't hold on, I recited the name of a great being, and He pulled me into His kingdom of God and blocked the whispers during the full moon."

  "Great being." Lawrence whispered, and the expectations in his eyes were dashed. He had automatically regarded the great being mentioned by Fors as an evil god like the real creator.

  Renekton sighed helplessly. The Abraham family is now too vigilant against the outside world, and it is difficult to gain their trust.

  After a moment of silence, Renekton spoke again:

  "I am not a Beyonder of the Apprentice Path, nor am I from an adjacent path. You don't have to worry that I am here for the high-level characteristics that your Abraham family has mastered."

  "I will choose to help you. It has nothing to do with you. It is more for Mr. Men's sake."

  Lawrence finally had a different reaction on his face. Although he still didn't trust him, he at least had the idea of ​​communicating:

  "Mr. Men? The ancestors have been missing for thousands of years, and you, although you are very strong, you should not even be a Saint yet."

  "Not yet, but soon. If you are worried about this, you can stay in Backlund for a while. I will be promoted to Sequence 4 before the end of next month."

  Renekton said this with great confidence.

  "You are about to be promoted to Demigod?"

  Even Fors, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

  She felt that Renekton was just saying this to save face, but his aura made people feel that what he said was true.

  Renekton looked at the silent Lawrence and continued,

  "If you are worried, I can swear to any righteous god that during your stay in Backlund, I will not reveal your information to anyone other than those present, and I will not do anything to your disadvantage in any way."

  "However, you must give me a definite answer before the end of this year. I will leave Backlund at the end of the year."

  Lawrence was silent for a long time before speaking again,

  "What do you want to gain by helping the Abraham family?"

  "This has nothing to do with you. The price will be paid by Mr. Men."

  Renekton responded in a deep voice, but seeing Lawrence's determined eyes, he added,

  "Probably, Mr. Men needs to help me work for a while after he escapes, and He has to provide me with the characteristics of a planeswalker."

  "Of course, it would be even better if He could directly train a planeswalker."