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  Chapter 211 I have a mission

  Lawrence took a deep breath, suppressed his inner anger, and glanced at Renekton who was standing opposite him. He even suspected that the other party was a crazy Beyonder, otherwise why would he say such a thing.

  Renekton closed his eyes slightly, silently chanting the name of the Hidden Sage in his heart, asking Him to give him some support.

  A pair of eyes outlined by the boundless starry sky appeared in Renekton's mind, and then disappeared.

  Renekton immediately opened his eyes, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice:

  "I am the agent of a great existence. Walking on this land, I can represent His will to a certain extent."

  As Renekton spoke, Fors and Lawrence suddenly felt that they seemed to have some hallucinations in front of their eyes.

  Behind Renekton appeared a hazy and bright starry sky, and every point of starlight was like an eye, watching everything in the world indifferently.

  At the same time, a breath of extremely high status permeated faintly, and it dissipated at the touch of a finger.

  The room returned to its previous quietness. The sunlight outside shone into the room quietly through the glass window. Fors blinked, trying to confirm whether it was her illusion just now.

  "Mr. Fool?!" Fors murmured in doubt. She always felt that something was wrong. Shouldn't Mr. Fool always be accompanied by gray fog?

  "Heh~ It's not Mr. Fool, it's another great existence." Renekton reminded Fors.

  "Mr. Fool? Who is the great existence you are talking about?"

  Lawrence asked with a little brilliance in his eyes. The brilliant starry sky just now reminded him of the description of Mr. Duimen in the family records for a moment, many of which were related to the starry sky.

  Renekton watched the changes in Lawrence, and seeing that he was much more stable, he chuckled and said,

  "You should wait until you are willing to believe me before asking this question."

  "Then what do you want the Abraham family to provide?"

  "At least not for now. You, a group of astrologers at most sequence seven, can't provide much help for what I want to do."

  "Mr. Men, you are the one I really want to ask for help."

  Lawrence took a deep breath. He felt like an ordinary person facing the temptation of the devil. Fear and greed coexisted. Even though he knew that the other party might have bad intentions, he could not resist the temptation.

  "I will stay in Backlund for a while, but even if I believe you in the end, I will not interfere with the decisions of other members of the Abraham family."

  "No problem." Renekton chuckled.

  Glancing at the sky outside the glass window, Renekton was ready to go back. Before leaving, he asked one more question:

  "Will you change your place of residence? I will find a qualified pharmacist to come over in the next two days and let him treat your body. Otherwise, I am really worried that you will collapse at any time."

  Lawrence's face was solemn for a moment, and then he said in a gentle tone: "Not for the time being."

  "Okay, then goodbye first~"

  After getting Lawrence's answer, Renekton did not stop and took two steps forward into the spirit world.

  "Cough! Cough!"

  "Mr. Lawrence, how are you? Was the treatment just now ineffective?"

  Fors hurriedly approached and asked with concern.

  Lawrence shook his head slightly, his voice no longer as strong as before, and he said weakly:

  "It's okay, the treatment just now was very effective, otherwise, I would be dead now."

  "The man just now, do you know him? Can you tell me in detail?"

  "." After a moment of silence, Fors thought about what to say, and then organized her words and said:

  "No problem."

  "He and I are members of the same party. It is a very special party, a party convened by a great being himself!"

  "It was also that great being who protected me during the full moon delirium, which allowed me to hold on until now, and I also got the qualification to join that party."

  "He joined the party earlier than me. I only know that he knows a lot and is very strong. From my usual observations, he is lazy, but he should be a good person."

  Lawrence listened quietly to Fors's narration, while also recalling the conversation just now in his heart.

  He seemed to know the ancestor very well. He actually wanted the ancestor to work for him for a while. There was no clear subordinate relationship between the former Blood Emperor and the ancestor. It was more about the involvement of camps and interests.

  He might know what happened in the Four Emperors War. But if his target was really the ancestor, did the Abraham family need this kind of rescue?

  "Mr. Lawrence? Are you still listening?"

  Fors stretched out his hand and waved in front of Lawrence, who was a little dazed.

  "Hmm? Sorry~ I was a little absent-minded." Lawrence came back to his senses and smiled apologetically.

  "It's okay, Mr. Lawrence, I have something else to do in the afternoon, so I'll go back first."

  As he said that, Fors looked at Lawrence with some worry in his eyes.

  Lawrence chuckled and waved his hand slightly, saying:

  "Don't worry, I won't die for a while."

  Cherwood District, No. 15 Minsk Street.

  Klein, who had just returned from the gray fog, saw a figure in front of him. He subconsciously stepped back half a step and took a defensive posture.

  Renekton raised his eyebrows when he saw Klein's reaction and said,

  "I thought you were going to throw a few cards at my face!"

  "When did you come?" Klein said unhappily.     "Just now." Renekton replied, and then directly asked the question he was more concerned about:

  "Can you block the influence of the full moon whisper without going above the gray fog?"

  "Why do you ask that?" Klein looked at Renekton with some doubts, and then shook his head and said:

  "I have never tried a similar operation, and I don't know."

  "Ask Miss Magician to try it?" Renekton boldly suggested.

  Klein was silent for a moment, and said in a strange tone:

  "Miss Magician offended you?"

  "Also, how do you know that she was affected by the full moon whisper?"

  "I know her." After replying to Klein, Renekton explained in detail why he asked this question:

  "I want to provide a certain amount of protection to a member of the Abraham family so that he can successfully survive the full moon whisper."

  "Don't you have any way to do it?" Klein asked with a little curiosity.

  Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

  "Yes, but it's troublesome. I don't want to involve them."

  Emotional troubles are not troublesome for me, right?

  Klein silently complained in his heart, and then thought about the feasibility of this operation.

  After pondering for a moment, Klein said hesitantly,

  "I can try it during the next full moon, but I can't guarantee success."

  Renekton smiled and said, "No problem, I'll pay for it. What do you need?"

  Although Klein is not yet at the demigod level, the most he can do is throw a few more angel paper figurines.

  Klein asked about Will Auceptin without hesitation:

  "How much do you know about Will Auceptin? He is a Sequence One Mercury Serpent, right?"

  "Have you had a divination?"

  Renekton asked back first, and then without waiting for Klein to answer, he started talking:

  "He is indeed a Mercury Serpent, and is being hunted by Ouroboros. Now he has entered a restart state, and Dr. Allen is the father he chose after the restart."

  Klein felt that many of his doubts had been answered, and then asked:

  "Restart? Is Ouroboros another Mercury Serpent?" Renekton

  nodded slightly:

  "Restart is a unique ability of the Mercury Serpent. When encountering a danger that is difficult to escape, it can restart the cycle, reverse into an embryo, and start a new life."

  "Ouroboros is the Angel King of the Destiny Path, and now follows the True Creator."

  Klein couldn't help but sigh:

  "Start a new life? This ability is very buggy."

  "You have mentioned the Angel King several times. What does the title of Angel King represent? The king of angels?"

  "Bug? This word is more suitable to describe the thief's path."

  Renekton corrected Klein's wording, and then explained the meaning of the Angel King:

  "In a narrow sense, the Angel King refers to the eight Angel Kings who serve the ancient sun god; in a broad sense, the Angel King refers to those angels who have surpassed Sequence One but have not yet achieved true God, that is, those angels who have integrated multiple Sequence One characteristics or mastered uniqueness. Well, in fact, angels who have mastered the original essence can also be counted, and they are even stronger!"

  In the Queens District, in an inconspicuous house, the Extraordinary gathering convened by Mr. A was held here.

  After returning to her own rental place from the hotel where Lawrence lived, Fors changed her clothes and accompanied Viscount Glint with Hugh to attend the party.

  Sitting in her seat, Fors maintained her usual lazy posture, but rarely put on a hood and covered her face with shadows.

  She was thinking about Mr. Lawrence.

  The influence of the full moon whispers comes from the ancestor of the Abraham family, that is, Mr. Men. If we had used that bracelet at the beginning, so many things would not have happened later.

  Moreover, Mr. Baita is actually the agent of a great being. Just listening to him makes me feel so dignified. Does Mr. Baita's appearance in the Tarot Club represent the alliance between that great being and Mr. Fool?

  Mr. Hanged Man on the sea, Mr. Sun in the God-forsaken Land, and Miss Justice who is a noble, Mr. World who is so gloomy and scary, why do I feel that Mr. Fool asked me to join the Tarot Club just to make up the numbers! Mr.

  A, who was sitting in the front, said at the right time:

  "I have a task."

  "Help me find some people who believe in the so-called 'Fool'."

  Mr. A's words pulled Fors out of her thoughts.

  She looked at Mr. A, who was sitting on the single sofa in front of her with an exaggerated hood, in a daze. She wondered if she had heard something wrong just now. Chapter 212 Life is precious, and a good harvest is gratifying!

  After the party convened by Mr. A, Fors followed Xio and Viscount Glint absent-mindedly. She had never felt that a gathering of extraordinary people was so tormenting.

  At that time, she even doubted whether she would expose herself as one of the people Mr. A was looking for because of some minor omissions.

  I shouldn't be exposed, of course not. I have never made any relevant revelations, except that I mentioned to Mr. Lawrence that I was protected by the great existence during the full moon whispering. Mr. Lawrence is a member of the Abraham family. He has nothing to do with the Aurora Society, and he should be a gentleman who is trustworthy.

  Why did the Aurora Society suddenly look for Mr. Fool's followers and believers? Is this a tug-of-war and entanglement between the existence that the Aurora Society believes in and Mr. Fool?

  Fors returned to the house she and Xio rented without being in a good state all the way. It was not until the evening that she had the opportunity to be alone and pray to Mr. Fool for what happened today.

  Klein, who was above the gray fog, was stunned when he heard Fors's prayer. For a moment, he even wanted to report Mr. A to the church for the illegal gathering he had convened!

  After thinking about it, he sadly discovered that the Fool had no believers or followers at all. At most, he was the only one, including himself.

  Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but laugh at himself:

  "Is it okay if I have only one god and believer?"

  After thinking about the problem of the Aurora Society, he felt that the problem might be with Little Sun. He confessed the Tarot Society to the chief of Silver City. Perhaps the shepherd elder Lovia knew about it and passed the information to the real creator.

  That's not right. Al is still parasitized by a mass of flesh and blood containing the divinity and will of the real creator. He should have discovered the existence of the Fool a long time ago, but he has never shown any signs. I almost ignored it. Was he blocked by Al? Or maybe he lost contact with the real creator of his body

  and finally gave Miss Magician a "don't worry" response.

  Don't worry. After a little surprise, Fors felt that this answer was reasonable:

  in the eyes of a great being, the Aurora Society was not an organization worth paying attention to.

  After a short silence, Fors once again whispered the name of the Fool, and asked curiously:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, which being does the Aurora Society believe in?"

  Then, she saw Mr. Fool sitting on the gray fog, and said leisurely:

  "The True Creator."

  The True Creator. Fors suddenly opened her eyes wide, and she understood why Mr. A suddenly looked for Mr. Fool's believers.

  The young man from Silver City told their chief some information, and one of the elders of Silver City was a shepherd, who was a path controlled by the True Creator.

  The next morning, in the Harvest Church in the southern part of the bridge.

  "You really came to work early in the morning!"

  Renekton sighed at Emlyn, who was wiping the candlesticks and the tabletop with a numb expression and skillful movements.

  "Are you here to laugh at me?" Emlyn glared at him, then muttered like a deflated ball:

  "I don't want to either, but whenever I think of the candlesticks in the church that haven't been wiped and the tables that haven't been tidied, I feel very uncomfortable and want to run over here immediately."

  Emlyn approached and talked to him in a very familiar manner, taking the opportunity to put the rag aside.

  It can be seen that his heart doesn't want to do it at all, but his body is very honest.

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at Emlyn who took the opportunity to be lazy, then turned around and walked to a chair and sat down and said:

  "I have a commission, are you interested?"

  "No!" Emlyn refused without thinking.

  Emlyn's refusal without a second thought was somewhat unexpected by Renekton, and he then asked in confusion:

  "You, aren't you short of money?"

  Emlyn was slightly stunned, and then sneered:

  "Don't insult the noble vampires with money!"

  "Really?" Renekton turned his head and spoke casually:

  "As far as I know, those exquisitely crafted dolls you like to collect are not cheap, and can even be called expensive, especially the ones that are as tall as a person."

  "." Emlyn opened his mouth, and finally closed it in silence.

  After a moment of silence, he coughed lightly and pretended to be indifferent and said:

  "Okay~ You are right, what do you want me to do for you?"

  "There is an old gentleman who has suffered some serious injuries. Recently, he has suffered a series of blows. He is a little depressed. Coupled with his previous injuries, he may die at any time."

  "I hope you can help him organize his body, at least, let him live a few more years."

  "How old is he?" Emlyn asked in confusion.

  "He should be around eighty years old." Renekton replied uncertainly.

  Emlyn was silent for a moment, and finally said in a calm tone:

  "I suggest you buy him a cemetery."

  Renekton looked at him calmly for a few seconds, and before Emlyn was about to explode, he said:

  "As long as you can do it, I can help you find the extraordinary characteristics of the potion professor, which corresponds to your blood clan baron!" "Of course I know that!"   Emlyn raised his head slightly and said with disdain, then reacted and stared at Renekton with burning eyes:   "Can you find the extraordinary characteristics corresponding to the blood clan baron?"   "You are not going to attack the blood clan,

  are you ?"   Renekton glanced at him with disdain and said:   "No, even if I can't find it, I can still ask for one from the Church of the Earth."   

  "Yes, but even if I can't completely cure the old man you mentioned, you still need to pay a certain amount of compensation."

  "I can only treat his physical injuries. For mental problems such as the will to survive, you have to find a psychiatrist."

  Emlyn added the terms very cautiously.

  "No problem!" Renekton readily agreed.

  After reaching a deal, Emlyn's mood became better. Then he looked at Renekton with some hesitation and expectation and asked:

  "Do you know how to remove the psychological suggestion?"

  "Find a psychiatrist, or a corresponding magical item."

  Renekton's eyes wandered over Father Utravsky and the candles burning in the church.

  Emlyn's mouth twitched, and his expression collapsed:

  "I tried and lost. My father and mother were almost arrested. That nightmare candle is very evil."

  "Do you know any other magical items with similar effects?"

  "Psychological Alchemy Society, if you can find and believe them. However, in a big city like Backlund, you vampires have one or two earls, right?"

  Renekton asked knowingly.

  Emlyn's expression was numb, and he tried hard to force out a smile that was uglier than crying, saying:

  "Psychological Alchemy Society? I've never heard of it. It's better to wait for the big shots of the blood clan to develop a method to remove psychological suggestion."

  "Although... Although by the time they figure it out, I'll probably be a loyal believer in Mother Earth. I now feel more and more that life is precious and a good harvest is gratifying!"

  Renekton nodded slightly, and then said from the bottom of his heart:

  "What's wrong with believing in Mother Earth? There are many members of your blood clan who believe in Mother Earth. Besides, Emperor Roselle once said: Since you can't resist, you might as well enjoy it."

  Emlyn's expression froze for a moment, as if he was thinking, did Emperor Roselle really say this?

  Then he thought seriously and said,

  "Do you know how to contact that organization? It's the Psychological Alchemy Society you mentioned."

  I thought you had simply ignored this organization that you had never heard of.

  After complaining in his heart, he shook his head and said,

  "I don't know. I have no intersection with this organization."

  Emlyn looked at Renekton with disdain, waved his hand at him, and kept muttering,

  "I'm free in the evening. If I leave here for too long at other times, I will involuntarily want to come back to pray and wipe the candlesticks. Damn it."

  St. George's District, Sage Street.

  After reaching a deal with Emlyn, Renekton returned to Minsk Street and found Klein and the lawyer Jurgen invited by Klein, and went to the inventor Leppard's house together.

  Leppard's house was a bit messy, and he simply poured a cup of ordinary black tea for everyone, completely showing his unsociable side.

  Klein took a sip of black tea and then got straight to the point:

  "Hello, Mr. Leppard, this is my friend. He heard about your invention and decided to invest."

  "Investment?" When the question of investment came up, Leppard's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a confidant, and he couldn't wait to ask:

  "How much do you plan to invest?"

  Renekton calculated the funds he could use in his mind and chuckled:

  "The first investment is 3,000 pounds. If you have other inventions or creative ideas in the future, I will make additional investments based on the situation."

  While speaking, Renekton's eyes naturally swept over every detail in the house, as well as Leppard's clothes and behavior. He

  quickly sketched out a rough character model in his mind and began to analyze rationally.

  He has a somewhat stubborn and simple personality, is not good at socializing, and is a person who is completely obsessed with research. He can be developed into a subordinate, and he is very suitable for the path of generalists. He is a little old, and his upper limit is probably a mechanical expert. However, if he is compatible with this path, it is not impossible for him to become an alchemist.

  After calmly analyzing the situation in his mind for a while, Renekton turned his attention to Lawyer Jurgen standing aside:

  "Lawyer Jurgen, please draft a contract."

  Then he turned his attention back to Leppard:

  "I'm looking for one or two people who love machinery and have certain connections in Backlund to come and invest. If a product wants to be promoted, they are indispensable."

  "Okay, no problem, I'm always here."

  Leppard answered quickly, and the smile on his face never faded.

  Klein looked at Renekton with some doubts. 3,000 pounds was already a large investment. Was it to win over an inventor or to make money from the investment?

  Lawyer Jurgen quickly drafted the contract. After Renekton signed his name, he handed the contract to Leppard and said:

  "Remember to give me your bank account number. I will transfer the money within the next few days."  Chapter 213 Whose church do you want to bomb?

  In the evening, Renekton came to the Harvest Church in the southern part of the bridge again. Emlyn couldn't wait to take off his priest robes and left the Harvest Church without looking back.

  Renekton even felt that his figure was a little embarrassed, as if he was running away.

  He slowly followed Emlyn and walked out of the Harvest Church.

  After Emlyn and the Harvest Church behind him had a distance, he stopped, raised his head slightly and took a deep breath, and sighed as if embracing the sunset:

  "The taste of freedom!"

  "Freedom. Don't you have to volunteer tomorrow?"

  "Besides, the air quality in Backlund is not good."

  Renekton approached from behind and casually hit Emlyn with two words.

  Emlyn's face fell instantly, and he looked at Renekton with resentment and said:

  "Where is that old man?"

  He chuckled and looked at Emlyn, who was looking at him with a bitter face, and Renekton put his hand on his shoulder.

  Before Emlyn could react, he had already led him into the spirit world and approached the hotel where Lawrence was resting.

  In a moment, the figures of the two quickly appeared in a room of the Carpenter Hotel in the West District.

  Lawrence leaned back in his chair and looked at the dusk outside through the glass window.

  After sensing the spiritual fluctuations in the room, he came back to his senses and looked at the place where Renekton and Emlyn appeared.

  Renekton pointed at Lawrence and said,

  "This is the gentleman. Please help him."

  Seeing his patient, Emlyn quickly got into the state, walked over quickly, and carefully looked at Lawrence from top to bottom for a while, then frowned and said,

  "He has accumulated injuries from the past, which is a great burden for his aging body."

  "I can try to prepare some potions, but it won't take a day or two to recover."

  "Besides, this old man doesn't seem to have a strong desire to survive. Instead, he is depressed and depressed. This mentality is not good, especially for Beyonders, and may even lead to loss of control."

  Renekton nodded slightly and said,

  "Please prepare some potions for him to strengthen his body and repair his injuries. After doing this, you will complete the commission."

  Lawrence himself knew the situation, but as long as his body was taken care of, without the influence of the full moon whisper, and he was promoted once or twice, his life span problem could be solved.

  "Blood clan?" Lawrence's eyes moved away from Emlyn's deep red eyes.

  There was a little surprise in his expression. He didn't expect that the pharmacist invited by Renekton was actually a vampire.

  But it was normal. Every vampire was born a qualified pharmacist.

  As a descendant of the Abraham family, Lawrence knew a lot about the vampires.

  "You can actually recognize the vampires!" Emlyn tilted his head slightly, revealing a slightly surprised and arrogant expression.

  Lawrence maintained a smile on his face and said:

  "In the Fourth Epoch, the vampires and the Abraham family supported different empires respectively, which was considered a hostile relationship. Naturally, I know something about the vampires."

  Renekton looked at Lawrence in surprise. He actually took the initiative to mention the Abraham family in front of outsiders.

  Emlyn looked at Lawrence in surprise. His tone was still arrogant, but he said with more recognition:

  "Abraham family? Didn't you disappear a long time ago?"

  "It's just that you have hidden your traces, not disappeared."

  Lawrence responded with an unchanged expression.

  Emlyn didn't care about Lawrence's attitude at all. He was not interested in an old man from an ancient family. Their blood clan was much older than the Abraham family. It's

  just an old man. If it weren't for the temptation of becoming a baron, I wouldn't bother to treat him .

  Emlyn looked at Renekton and said in a flat tone:

  "The potion to treat his injuries requires some extraordinary materials, which is another price."

  Renekton nodded slightly and said, "No problem, I will give you the money tomorrow."

  "Don't forget the news you promised about the extraordinary characteristics of the blood clan baron. His problems will be cured within a month."

  Emlyn reminded again.

  Waving his hand, Renekton asked curiously:

  "Don't worry, I will find it for you as promised, but are you sure you have the money to buy it?"

  "Or, are you planning to reluctantly sell a few of your exquisite dolls?"

  Emlyn's originally arrogant and complacent face collapsed in an instant. He silently calculated his savings and said in an erratic voice:

  "This, this, you don't have to worry about. It's just a baron trait. I can still afford it."

  If it doesn't work, ask my father and mother for some money. I will never sell my doll. My Anya, I just saw a court dress for her.

  "Ahem~, I can still afford the money for these medical treatments."

  Lawrence coughed twice and interrupted the conversation between Renekton and Emlyn about remuneration.

  Renekton didn't care about the money, and instead asked curiously,

  "Mr. Lawrence, if I help you solve the Full Moon Whispering problem, do you have any thoughts on continuing to advance?"

  Lawrence was slightly stunned. The other party changed the topic too quickly, and he couldn't react for a while, but he still nodded in response,

  "If it's an attempt, I'm willing to cooperate."

  "Only a mystic who has been promoted to the demigod level can have a qualitative change in his body under the transformation of the potion and greatly extend his lifespan."     Renekton explained the reason why he proposed the other party's promotion.

  "Mystic Master" Lawrence sighed, smiled bitterly and did not reply.

  Even if there was no influence of the full moon's whispers, it would not be so easy for a demigod to be promoted.

  "Ahem!"

  Emlyn coughed twice, and when Renekton turned his head to look at him, he glanced at the sky outside the window that was gradually getting dark and said:

  "Shouldn't you take me back? I need to buy some materials for the potion for this old man."

  "Am I your means of transportation?"

  Renekton complained, but still took two steps closer and put his hand on Emlyn's shoulder. The figures of the two quickly faded from the hotel room.

  Lawrence looked at the place where Renekton left, was silent for a long time, and said to himself:

  "Is the Mystic Master really possible?"

  In front of the Harvest Church on Rose Street in the South District of the Bridge.

  The figures of Renekton and Emlyn were quickly outlined.

  Emlyn had just taken a step forward when he stopped, turned around and glared at Renekton, saying,

  "Why are you back to the Harvest Church again?"

  "I've sent you back as you requested. Do you want to go in and pray?"

  "Damn it, you are such a dark and twisted human being. I want to go back to where I live, not this damn church!"

  Emlyn said with a distorted expression.

  "Perhaps, you can tell me where you live?"

  Renekton reminded the vampire in front of him who was about to get angry.

  "Uh" Emlyn was stuck for a moment, swallowed back the words he was about to say, and then waved his hand pretending to be indifferent and said,

  "Forget it, it's not far anyway, I'll go back by myself."

  As he said that, Emlyn turned around and walked quickly to the side. Soon, Emlyn's figure disappeared around the corner.

  After laughing twice, Renekton turned around and took a step forward, his figure disappeared into the spirit world.

  Back on Minsk Street, Renekton knocked on the door of Klein's house.

  "Huh? Why did you start knocking?" Klein asked in confusion as soon as he opened the door.

  "Isn't this basic courtesy?" Renekton quickly entered the house and sat down by the fireplace.

  After Klein closed the door, he also sat down by the fireplace. Before he asked the other party what he wanted to do, he saw Renekton staring at the flames of the fireplace and said:

  "Sitting by the fire, should it be accompanied by barbecue?"

  "This is a fireplace."

  Klein corrected.

  "It's almost the same. Wait for me, I'll go back to get something."

  After saying that, Renekton got up and walked to the wall beside him and opened a "door" leading to his house.

  A moment later, Klein saw Renekton, Bugs Bunny in a black cloak and a crow with bright feathers, coming to him through the "door" on the wall.

  Behind them, there was a pile of fruits, vegetables and meat floating in the air.

  Klein sighed helplessly and got up to tidy up the dining table and chairs.

  The ingredients floating in the air fell one by one and were neatly placed on the dining table.

  Klein looked at Bugs Bunny and Crow, who were already sitting obediently on the chairs, and couldn't help but sigh:

  "You have a really strong execution ability!"

  "Winter is more suitable for barbecue and beer, but it's a pity that Russell didn't seem to have invented beer, so he can only use juice instead."

  As he spoke, Renekton stretched out his right palm, and dots of starlight emerged, quickly forming a ball of slowly rotating star sand.

  Renekton made a throwing motion, and the star sand in his hand sprinkled forward one after another, converging into a transparent and dazzling barbecue grill.

  Klein was silent for a moment. He felt that if it weren't for the body control brought by the clown potion before, his expression at this moment would definitely be very exciting. He

  took a deep breath and said expressionlessly:

  "Is this how you use your extraordinary ability?"

  "There's no way. I'm not a generalist. Not only can I not pinch a Gundam with my bare hands, I can't even pinch a barbecue grill."

  Renekton sighed with a helpless tone.

  Klein was speechless again, and said rather speechlessly:

  "I suspect that the main purpose of your collection of the characteristics of the Universal Path is to enable yourself to destroy the Gundam with your bare hands."

  "Not only the Gundam, I also want to rub nuclear fusion with my bare hands!"

  As he said this, Renekton raised his hands, as if he was embracing the sun.

  Klein replied inexplicably: "Whose church do you want to blow up?"

  Then the two of them fell silent together.

  Renekton thought about what Klein had just said, whether it was a hint from the fate beacon, and began to think about which church was more feasible to blow up.

  Klein originally thought that he had said the wrong thing, but Renekton's subsequent silence and thinking made him wonder if the other party was moved by his casual words. Chapter 214 Digesting the Potion

  Renekton, Klein, and the two animals formed a semicircle around the fireplace.

  In the middle of the fireplace was the undead chef under the crow, who was diligently grilling a bunch of skewers of meat on the grill formed by the bright starlight.

  Klein ate the barbecue and said vaguely:

  "Why do the undead in this world know how to barbecue? And it's the Earth style!"

  "I taught them." Renekton said proudly.

  Then he changed the subject:

  "Do you know some people in the Krag Club who love machinery and are preferably engaged in this business?"

  "I want to find one or two people in this field and let them invest in Leppard, and at the same time better promote the bicycle invented by Leppard."

  "No problem, I would do it even if you didn't say it. I will get a share of the money earned from every bicycle sold!"

  Klein raised his eyebrows slightly. Thinking that he would have a steady stream of money in the future, he couldn't help but get excited.

  The smile on his face did not last long. Klein's expression became serious, and his voice unconsciously became a little lower. He said,

  "The Aurora Society is looking for the Fool's followers and believers."

  "I know." Renekton nodded gently.

  "It should be the information sent by the Elder Lovia of Silver City. The True Creator has just conveyed this oracle to the Aurora Society."

  "How do you know so clearly?"

  "I was at a gathering point of the Aurora Society at that time."

  After Renekton said this, Klein was silent for a moment.

  The Aurora Society, the Tarot Society, the Church of Knowledge, and he was still a pirate on the sea. Isn't he afraid that he will be overturned one day and hunted by a group of big guys.

  "It's December." Renekton suddenly sighed in a low voice.

  Krane looked at him in confusion, a little curious about what happened in December.

  "Backlund's peace will not last too long. I have to digest the last bit of the magic potion of the mystic mentor within these two weeks."

  Klein frowned slightly and asked with some confusion:

  "Why?"

  "Is it related to the promotion ceremony?"

  "It has a certain relationship." Renekton shook his head slightly without too much explanation.

  After eating the barbecue and chatting with Klein for a while, Renekton stood up and said goodbye. He needed to digest the remaining potions within two weeks. He needed the Hidden Sage to immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.

  It had been two weeks since he and Klein had a barbecue in front of the fireplace.

  During these two weeks, Renekton had been studying the secret arts, trying to digest the last bit of the secret arts teacher's potion. He only went out to deliver potions to Lawrence.

  "Huh~ Finally succeeded!"

  Renekton leaned on the chair in the study, feeling the movement of the potion being completely digested in his body, and a bright smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  As the secret arts teacher's potion was completely digested, Renekton felt that his vision became clearer.

  It seemed that any trace of the existence and the trajectory of change of any thing would be seen by himself. He

  just looked up casually, his eyes swept across a book, and the detailed information of the book subconsciously appeared in his mind.

  If he stared for a long time, he could even distinguish the material and production process of the paper, as well as the time of production.

  He could also simulate and deduce the production process of this book from raw materials to paper to books in his mind.

  "It is more than twice as strong as when I just took the potion and was promoted."

  "This ability to see and analyze things is very similar to the pre-version of "Insight"!"

  "It has begun to manifest since the Sequence 8 Reasoning Student Stage, and it has continued to change with promotion. No wonder Mr. Huang said that "Insight" is one of the most core abilities of this path."

  Feeling the changes in his body, Renekton whispered a few words to himself.

  In two weeks, everything has been developing on its own.

  Klein has found the third investor of the bicycle and signed a contract with the other party.

  Lawrence's health has also improved a lot under the potion prepared by Emlyn.

  At the last Tarot Club, Fors has successfully promoted to Master of Magic, and the Hanged Man Alger has also been promoted to Wind-loving.

  Miss Audrey has also been recognized by the Psychological Alchemy Society and is about to enter this secret organization.

  Little Sun was also working hard to digest the potion in Silver City and accumulate merits, preparing to exchange it for the potion formula of the Sun Priest at the Tarot Conference.

  After recalling what happened at the Tarot Conference in the past two weeks and confirming that he had nothing left to deal with, Renekton stood up from his chair.

  He stretched his body, which was numb from sitting for a long time, and then stepped into the spirit world.

  In the West District, inside the Carpensa Hotel.

  Renekton's figure was quickly outlined.

  Renekton also saw Fors, who had been promoted to a master of tricks. The other party was sitting face to face with Lawrence at a coffee table, talking about something.

  Renekton's arrival made the atmosphere between the two people a little restrained.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Tynes~"

  Fors stood up and greeted him.

  "Good afternoon, Miss Fors, you don't have to address me so formally, I'm still a little uncomfortable with it."     Renekton nodded politely in response. He

  then dragged a chair over from the side and sat on the other side of the coffee table.

  After Renekton sat down, Lawrence smiled and said,

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Tynes, do you like coffee or tea?"

  "Yes, coffee, thank you."

  Lawrence smiled and nodded, and stood up and left the chair.

  Renekton and Fors were silent for a while, and Renekton started the topic first:

  "How do you plan to digest the magic potion of the magic master? Go to work in the circus?"

  "Circus?" Fors was stunned for a moment, then reacted, her eyes lit up, she thought this was a very good idea.

  "It sounds pretty good, I should go back and try it, do you have any suggestions?"

  Suggestions? It is recommended to learn from Klein and make Backlund's Nighthawks, Punishers, and Mechanical Hearts become your audience.

  Renekton muttered to himself, and then said in a flat voice:

  "Perform in front of the Beyonders and fool them."

  "Uh" Fors couldn't say anything to refute.

  It's very effective, but I don't know if I can fool the extraordinary. Even if I can, how will I settle the matter afterwards? The tricks of the magic master don't have much practical ability at all.

  "Letting the extraordinary become the object of your performance can indeed get more feedback, but it is also quite dangerous."

  Lawrence put a cup of coffee in front of Rekton and said at the same time.

  Fors nodded repeatedly in agreement with Lawrence's words:

  "Yes, I think it's more practical for me to perform in a circus."

  "Mr. Tynes, you seem to know the magic master very well. You even know that the key points of the performance are "performance" and "fooling."

  Lawrence looked at Rekton seriously.

  "I have a friend who is now a magician. As adjacent paths, the meanings of these two names are similar in some aspects."

  Rekton chuckled and threw the pot to Klein.

  "Adjacent path?" Fors asked curiously.

  Lawrence was the first to explain to Fors:

  "There are two adjacent to the Apprentice Path, namely the Diviner and the Thief."

  "The Magician belongs to the Diviner Path, Sequence 7, and the Thief Path, Sequence 8, the Swindler. The rules of these two sequences are similar to those of the Master of Magic."

  "I see." Fors nodded slightly.

  Then he looked at Renekton and asked curiously:

  "Your friend digested the potion by performing in front of the Beyonders and successfully fooling them?"

  Renekton nodded slightly: "You should have seen him in the newspaper - the Black Thief!"

  Fors opened her lips slightly, but did not speak.

  The Black Thief, the Black Thief who killed Kapin and rescued those innocent girls, the Black Thief who was suspected to be a member of Mr. Fool's family. This is using a bunch of Beyonders, including many official forces, as his audience!

  Fors sighed silently in her heart. For this way of acting, she could not say anything except envy.

  She thought about it and if she followed this way of acting, there was a 10% chance that she would be checked by the meter when she went home, and a 90% chance that she would be caught by the audience of her choice in the middle of the performance.

  She quickly shook her head, getting rid of the thoughts in her mind, and then said seriously:

  "I can't learn this method, the circus is more suitable for me."

  "Indeed, the knight thief Black Emperor should have powerful enough magical items, or someone to help him, and he is also good at fighting, otherwise, he would not be able to achieve this level of acting."

  "Although having ordinary people as the audience will gain much less feedback, it is safer."

  Lawrence nodded slightly and continued with an approving look.

  Renekton's eyes moved between Fors and Lawrence, and then he chuckled,

  "Mr. Lawrence, are you planning to train an apprentice who is not a family member?"

  Unexpectedly, Lawrence did not remain silent or hesitate, but smiled and nodded,

  "Ms. Fors's character is enough to gain my trust, and she has performed well enough, isn't she?"

  Fors looked a little moved and wanted to say something, but Lawrence had no intention of stopping.

  "You have been recognized by Anlisa. If she were still alive, she would probably personally guide you on the path of the Beyonder."

  "But I don't plan to teach you personally. You know my physical condition. Even if it is relieved, I am too old. Perhaps one day in the future, I will suddenly pass away."

  Lawrence turned his eyes to Fors and continued:

  "I plan to introduce you to a teacher. With my recommendation and your own character, I think he will agree. Of course, I am also happy to guide you on some mystical doubts."

  Fors took a deep breath, her eyes were a little sore. Except for her good friend Xio, she rarely felt this kind of concern from others from the heart.

  "Thank you, Mr. Lawrence~"

  "This is mutual help. Cultivating a high-sequence Beyonder without malice is also beneficial to us."

  Looking at the familiar and enthusiastic atmosphere between the two people in front of him, Renekton laughed and joked:

  "I seem to be a little redundant here." Chapter 215: The Brief Visit of the Apostle of Desire

  Renekton's joke caused a brief silence in the room for a second or two. Before the atmosphere was ruined by the complaints, he spoke again:

  "I came to see how you are recovering, and by the way, to ask if you have any plans for promotion recently."

  Lawrence was silent for a moment, as if he was calculating the time of the full moon, or to prepare himself mentally, and then said:

  "The full moon is in a few days, and I would like to give an answer after I have experienced the mumbling during the full moon."

  "No problem." Renekton nodded slightly, and then changed the subject:

  "Abraham family, do you know the whereabouts of the demigod level and above characteristics of the universal path?"

  "Universal?" Lawrence shook his head with a little confusion:

  "Sorry, I don't know, and the family has no records of this."

  "Ever since the disappearance of our ancestors and the Abraham family suffered a blood curse, we have been gradually withdrawing from the stage of history, and we don't know much about the outside world."

  The answer was expected, so Renekton was not too disappointed.

  Fors looked at Renekton unexpectedly. The other party had also mentioned this need at the Tarot Club.

  After struggling for a while, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity:

  "What do you collect the characteristics of the Universal Path for?"

  "To train a group of craftsmen." Renekton said without hiding anything.

  "A group?" Fors was stunned for two seconds. Is there anyone who uses the word "a group" to describe the training of extraordinary people?

  "Are you planning to form a force?"

  Lawrence asked quickly.

  Renekton saw the worry in the other party's eyes, probably afraid that he wanted to pull the Abraham family into it. He

  chuckled and said, "I do have this plan, but it has nothing to do with your Abraham family. You are too weak."

  Hearing the other party say that the Abraham family was too weak, Lawrence didn't know whether to be angry or happy for a while. But as long as the other party had no idea about the Abraham family, these were not important.

  He sighed helplessly:

  "The Abraham family can no longer withstand this kind of torment."

  "Mr. Men will definitely return, not too long from now."

  Renekton pondered, then stood up and said goodbye, stepped into the spirit world and left.

  "The ability of a traveler, but it doesn't seem to use magical items."

  Lawrence frowned and thought for a while, then looked at Fors sitting opposite him and said:

  "Do you know which path of extraordinary person he is?"

  "Reader."

  Lawrence pondered for a moment as if he had realized something and said:

  "Reader? No wonder."

  "I have seen an evaluation of this path by my ancestors in the family records: the omniscient, omnipotent because of omniscience."

  Back to Minsk Street, a strong sense of peeping and malice made Renekton frown slightly.

  A layer of purple fluorescence lit up in his eyes, and he looked in the direction where the inspiration was triggered. His sight penetrated through the layers of walls and saw a dark figure standing not far from the street.

  The figure was covered in darkness as if shrouded in a layer of shadow, and his specific appearance could not be seen clearly.

  Behind him was a giant, slightly illusory figure, with goat horns covered with countless mysterious patterns on its head, and a pair of giant wings like bat wings on its back, surrounded by many red and light blue flames.

  Just by looking at it, Renekton felt his emotions rising and falling rapidly, and all kinds of malice surged in his heart.

  Using the reader's ability to control his own rationality, Renekton suppressed his various emotions and desires.

  Looking at the tall demon figure in his field of vision, he frowned and whispered softly:

  "Apostle of Desire. Jason. Belia?"

  Perhaps it was because of his too direct gaze that attracted the other party's induction. The two sides met each other's eyes through several layers of walls.

  The next moment, Renekton's figure instantly became transparent, turning into bright starlight points, surging through the obstacles above his head and surging to the roof, and then the figure reunited inside the stars.

  Standing on the roof, Renekton looked at the figure in a neat tuxedo on the other side of the street and locked his eyes on him.

  Gently rubbing his fingers, several golden illusory flames ignited in front of him. In an instant, these golden flames turned into swift arrows and shot out.

  The golden arrows dragged a light golden stream in the air, and then sank into a layer of illusory, sticky black liquid without a ripple.

  "Sun!" Renekton whispered a word in the dragon language. A

  golden light with a strong sun breath emerged around him, and this light flowed like water waves towards the figure in front of him wearing a straight tuxedo.

  Around the figure opposite, more illusory, sticky black liquid emerged. These liquids seemed to be the most sinister and shameful desires in people's hearts, sweeping in with a posture that polluted everything.

  The water-like light and the illusory, sticky black liquid quickly blended in mid-air.

  "Zizi!" After a harsh sound, everything returned to calm.     There was no more golden light like water waves around, nor were there any illusory, sticky black liquids.

  Renekton frowned slightly and looked at the other party's previous position. There was no one there.

  Surrounded by purple fluorescence in his eyes, Renekton quickly looked around. He did not see the figure of the Apostle of Desire, but he saw the figure of Destiny on the other side of the street.

  A rough guess formed in his mind, and Renekton raised his hand and opened a "door" in the air.

  Beside Destiny, Renekton's figure stepped out of the void, and asked with a slight smile on his face:

  "Mr. Destiny, was the Apostle of Desire scared away by you?"

  Destiny nodded slightly and said:

  "You can say that I noticed some abnormal changes in fate, and out of curiosity, I came to observe."

  His eyes stayed behind Renekton for a moment, as if he was looking at something that could not be seen by the naked eye.

  "Abnormal changes in fate?" Renekton frowned slightly, and his face with a smile gradually became solemn.

  Destiny stared at the place where the Apostle of Desire disappeared, then retracted his gaze and walked towards the house he rented:

  "That Apostle of Desire, he shouldn't have come to you at this time."

  "Although the demon's foresight of danger cannot detect my existence, it is enough for him to sense the danger when he came to you to seek revenge before he was born. Moreover, if he is not fully prepared, he himself will not be your opponent."

  "I didn't have the idea of ​​killing him just now. I was worried about the ordinary people around me and the possibility of being discovered by the government and the extraordinary people of the church."

  "But, with my ability, I can isolate the battlefield and cover up the movement."

  Renekton gradually frowned, and he felt a sense of familiarity.

  "Someone interfered with the movement of destiny, and there is more than one person!"

  Destiny's voice unconsciously lowered a little, and there was obvious disgust in his tone.

  It seems that the extraordinary people of the destiny path hate this kind of behavior of interfering with other people's destiny at will. No wonder Ouroboros chose the true creator instead of Amon.

  After complaining in his heart, Renekton looked at Destiny and said sincerely:

  "Mr. Destiny, can you predict this abnormal change of destiny in advance?"

  "This is not a normal fluctuation of destiny. I can't predict it. After all, I'm just an ordinary doom mage."

  Destiny shook his head slightly and responded softly.

  "I hate the audience!"

  Renekton muttered softly and returned to his study through the "door".

  Sitting back in the armchair, Renekton frowned slightly. He still couldn't figure out what Jason Belia was doing.

  Jason Belia still had the task of assassinating Duke Negan. He shouldn't ask him to come to me for revenge at this time. This is equivalent to sending him to death. So, was it arranged by 0-08? That quill pen seemed to like to find trouble for me. This didn't seem like something Ince Zangwill would do. Did it do it by itself?

  "When did I offend that quill?"

  Renekton said to himself helplessly.

  "This may be an instinctive call for help."

  Sasriel's voice echoed directly in Renekton's mind.

  Renekton was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and checked his body's condition through spirituality.

  After confirming that there was no problem, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

  "It seems that your condition has recovered well."

  "What do you mean by asking for help? It's just a magical item, and this way of asking for help is too outrageous!"

  "It's just a magical item, so you have to act according to your instincts. Alesuhod is a guy who likes to play pranks and create all kinds of tragedies. The quill obviously inherited this."

  Sasriel's voice echoed in his mind.

  It's so outrageous. But if you think about it carefully, it's quite reasonable. Renekton was silent for a moment. Although this can explain 0-08's way of asking for help, asking for help from himself is itself an outrageous thing.

  "As a fairy tale writer with the characteristics of sequence one, it has always known its situation. Whether Adam becomes a god or Angerwede returns, it will disappear."

  "Perhaps it has come into contact with you and found something special about you, so it wants to ask you for help."

  Sasriel seemed to be able to sense Renekton's inner thoughts through the state of being in Renekton's body.

  Almost the next second after Renekton had a question in his mind, He gave an answer.

  Ah, this is the loss of the right to complain in his heart.

  "Unless there is an unexpected situation, I will not explore your thoughts."

  Sasriel defended himself.

  Renekton did not respond. He looked in front of him. A dark, twisted and crawling spirit fell from the ceiling.

  It looked like a group of creeping water plants with hands and feet falling to the ground. Those tentacles like water plants quickly twisted and formed the image of a woman with long hair and a fluffy long skirt.

  It even cracked a few gaps at the position of the eyes and mouth, from which a little green fluorescence emerged.