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 Chapter 231 The Transaction with Pales

  After finishing today's Tarot Club, seeing that Klein had no intention of sending over the characteristics of the Human Skin Shadow for the time being, Renekton took out the characteristics of the Apostle of Desire and continued to study the ability to manipulate emotions and desires.

  After an unknown amount of time, he was immersed in his own research. There was a knock on the door for a while, and it soon disappeared.

  "You're a little late."

  He leaned back in his chair and sighed softly.

  Not long after, the door of his study was pushed open from the outside, and Klein walked in with a small iron box in his hand.

  "This is the characteristic of the Human Skin Shadow."

  "There is also a hair. I remember that you are also good at divination. Can you help me divine the real cause of Talim Dumont's death?"

  Klein said in a rare heavy tone.

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked sideways. He saw the hair that was tightly attached to the surface of the iron box and was well hidden by him. He said with a puzzled tone:

  "You should be better at divination than me."

  Huh~ Klein sighed and said in a low voice:

  "I have already divined. I just want to compare it through multiple different divinations. I have some guesses about the things that interfere with divination, but I can't be sure yet."

  "I met Talim at the Krag Club not long ago. He is fine and healthy. There is no sign of sudden illness at all."

  "Yes." After nodding slightly, Renekton took the small iron box and the hair that Klein handed over.

  He held the hair horizontally in his palm, closed his eyes and recited in a low voice:

  "The real cause of death of Talim Dumont"

  "The real cause of death of Talim Dumont"

  repeated three times in his mind, and then entered into meditation.

  In the revelation dream brought by divination, he saw the Krag Club he had been to before, and saw Talim Dumont holding his heart tightly and falling down with a distorted expression.

  A careful observation revealed that there was a not very obvious black aura surrounding his heart.

  After a while, Renekton opened his eyes again and said in a solemn tone:

  "Curse?"

  "Can you predict it?" Klein asked hurriedly.

  Renekton shook his head gently and said:

  "I can only vaguely see something unusual. His death was not normal, but it was covered up by someone or something."

  "I understand." Klein was not too surprised by this answer.

  He frowned and nodded, then said goodbye and left.

  Watching Klein leave, Renekton also got up from the chair, went to the next room, and picked up the picture frame wrapped in a dark and sticky curtain like liquid.

  "It's time to go to the old man to make a deal. There is so much time collected by Amon in here, and we can't waste it."

  While speaking, Renekton raised his hand and made a light knock on the door in the air, and a layer of ripples like water light swayed.

  In the void ahead, Renekton opened a "door" connecting to an unknown area in the spirit world.

  As the "door" took shape, he stepped into it and his figure suddenly disappeared in the room.

  In the North District, in a single-family house.

  Amidst the rippling water light, an invisible door opened, and Renekton walked out holding a picture frame wrapped in a dark, viscous liquid curtain.

  A layer of purple fluorescence filled his eyes, and he looked around the house, but he didn't see any living creatures or anything with signs of parasitism.

  Of course, I'm not a guy like Amon who has monocular obsessive-compulsive disorder, so I can't see any abnormalities in ordinary parasites.

  Muttering to himself, Renekton casually leaned on the sofa, waiting for Leonard to come back.

  Before coming, he had done divination to know when to visit so that he wouldn't bump into Leonard's colleagues.

  About two or three minutes later, there was the sound of someone approaching the door, but he paused for a moment, as if he had discovered that a stranger had broken into his house.

  But soon it returned to normal, the door opened with a creaking sound, and Leonard, with black hair and green eyes and outstanding looks, pushed the door open and walked in.

  He closed the door with his backhand, took a few steps closer, and said with a slightly dissatisfied tone:

  "You just broke into the home of a night watcher like this? After all, I am also a night watcher of the church. Aren't you afraid that I will report you to the church and lock you up behind the Chanis Gate?"

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a statement-like voice:

  "There are many sealed objects and information behind the Chanis Gate. What you said makes me a little excited.

  " "With so many potion formulas and sealed objects, you can definitely get rich overnight.

  " "You can definitely try." Leonard said provocatively.

  Renekton waved his hand and didn't continue the topic:

  "I came to see the old man today."

  While speaking, he handed over the portrait of Amon in his hand and said:

  "Do you need me to remove the seal on it?"

  "Is it something from the thief's path? Remove it. In front of me, nothing on this path can make trouble."

  Leonard's mouth uttered an old voice that didn't match his age.     Renekton smiled and said,

  "Of course. A few days ago, we looted a tomb left by Amon here."

  As he spoke, Renekton separated the bone staff from the picture frame. The dark, sticky shadow, like liquid, seemed to have lost its support and suddenly scattered all over the ground, blending into the surrounding shadows.

  On the picture frame, without the shadow covering it, the portrait of Amon was fully revealed.

  Renekton noticed that Leonard's pupils shrank slightly.

  The old man's psychological quality is not good. It's just a portrait.

  "Hmph! Don't have too many thoughts in front of a high-sequence thief."

  The old voice pondered as if warning.

  It's really a bad word.

  He muttered in Chinese in his heart, then stopped thinking and brought the topic back to the right track:

  "This picture frame contains the time collected by Amon, or life, life span? I think you should need it."

  "What do you want from me?" Pallez said through Leonard's body.

  "A favor."

  "But not now. Within two years, I will need you to help me steal something. This painting is a deposit."

  Renekton calculated the time when the war would break out. Only when everyone's attention was drawn to the war, could I easily sneak into the Church of the Eternal Sun and take away the knowledge of the Emperor's characteristics.

  "I refuse! My condition is not as good as you think."

  "Which church of the righteous god do you want to go to? The Night? Or the Lord of Storms? Or others?"

  Pallez rejected Renekton's conditions very cautiously, and even guessed which church of the righteous god he was targeting.

  It seems that there is no way to impress this Time Worm without offering some tempting chips. After thinking for a moment, Renekton said leisurely:

  "The Church of the Eternal Sun. However, this kind of thing will of course wait until you recover."

  "And, no matter what the situation is, you don't have to face the dazzling sun. The God of Knowledge will stop Him."

  "The conflict between you and Amon is inevitable, but there is not much time left. Having a Sequence One ally is definitely a more advantageous thing for you."

  Paris fell silent, but still controlled Leonard's body, which forced the poet, who had many questions to ask, to watch quietly.

  The living room was silent for a while, and the old voice of Pales spoke again through Leonard's body:

  "Offending a true god is likely to leave a mark on Amon, but just one Sequence One ally is not enough."

  Paris's reaction showed that he was tempted by this deal. Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a voice with a hint of seriousness and solemnity:

  "Add the blessing of a great being!"

  "Great being? Which great being?"

  "The one who represents knowledge!" Renekton smiled and gave an ambiguous answer.

  After getting the answer, Pales stopped talking and reached out to take the portrait of Amon from Renekton's hand.

  The shadow of a huge, ancient and mottled wall clock quietly emerged above Leonard's head.

  The shadow was divided into twelve grids, each of which was either gray or dark blue, interspersed with each other, with clear boundaries, and different symbols.

  An indescribable invisible torrent emerged, as if it came through a long history.

  The old, mottled hands suddenly turned counterclockwise, and a long, ethereal, illusory, yet melodious bell sound echoed in Renekton's mind.

  He was distracted for a moment, as if the time in front of him was a little confused, but it quickly recovered.

  The next moment, he saw that the portrait of Amon held by Leonard's body began to decay rapidly. In just a few breaths, it lost its color and turned into fragile fragments, scattered on the ground.

  "Not bad, here is not only the time stolen by Amon, but also some of the characteristics left when it made this portrait."

  Pallez's old voice seemed to be more energetic.

  "It seems that your condition has recovered a lot."

  Renekton sighed softly.

  Leonard's eyes were blank for a moment, but he soon recovered. He looked at the debris scattered on the ground, glanced at the corner of his mouth and said,

  "The old man fell asleep. He said he wanted to digest today's gains."

  While speaking, Leonard had walked to the sofa, leaned on it casually, and asked with a curious tone:

  "Is that Amon in the portrait just now?"

  "What do you want to steal in the Church of the Eternal Sun? You must have the help of the old man."

  Renekton shrugged casually and said,

  "A characteristic of the Emperor of Knowledge. Stealing things is better done by thieves."

  "In Trier, there may be additional dangers for me. Pallez's help is very necessary for me."

  The voice paused slightly, as if he thought of something, and raised a helpless arc at the corner of his mouth and said,

  "Pallez should have anticipated the subsequent development when I took out the picture frame. He did not reject this deal, but was just bargaining with me."

  "What a bad old man." Chapter 232 Lost and Medici

  Tuesday morning, Crown Cemetery.

  Renekton changed into a slightly serious black woolen coat, and stood at the edge of the crowd with Klein holding the flowers he had just bought.

  He watched quietly as Talim's coffin was carried over, received the requiem, and then buried in the soil bit by bit.

  "Why did you come to Talim's funeral? You are not familiar with him, right?"

  Klein tilted his head slightly and asked in confusion.

  Renekton looked indifferent, as if he was sad for Talim's death, but he lowered his voice and said with a little curiosity:

  "I am a little curious about what kind of accident 0-08 will arrange."

  "Are you so sure that all this was arranged by 0-08?"

  Klein's voice was hoarse, covering up the sadness and anger in his tone.

  A living person, an optimistic and cheerful friend, died suddenly just because of a ridiculous script written by someone else, and those who knew about it couldn't even redress his injustice.

  "Trust your intuition."

  Renekton said something ambiguous.

  Klein stopped talking and scanned the room quietly. He saw Talim's mother standing there with red and swollen eyes. She tried to speak several times but couldn't stop crying.

  His father had gray hair and a haggard look. He stood there without moving, but he felt trembling.

  Klein tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.

  After the people attending the funeral left one after another, the two walked over and placed the white flowers in their hands on the pile of flowers.

  Then they stepped aside and prepared to leave when Klein's familiar reporters Mike and Doctor Allen approached.

  "It's a pity. I didn't expect Talim to be like this."

  Mike whispered with a sad expression, but he couldn't finish his words.

  Doctor Allen, who was always cold, took off his glasses, wiped his eyes, and sighed softly:

  "He is a passionate guy."

  While Klein was talking to his friends, Renekton scanned the room indifferently.

  He saw a female figure wearing a heavy black dress and a veil covering her face.

  She was walking slowly towards Talim's grave, her eyes seemed to be casually scanning the surroundings, looking for someone, holding a bunch of white flowers in her hand.

  Renekton moved slightly away from Klein and the others, lowering his voice and whispering softly.

  His voice was so soft that even the people standing next to him could not hear what he said.

  But these voices spread around like water waves, and reappeared in the place where he expected as a vague whisper that was too vague to identify the gender.

  "Triss? I'll tell you something interesting. A certain sequence in the Hunter's Path can change a person from a female to a male. I think you must have..."

  Triss, who had just presented Talim with a bunch of white flowers, paused.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  There were continuous explosions and screams from the crowd.

  Renekton frowned slightly and turned his head to look. It seemed that some machinery in the distance had lost control, exploding with power, and disturbing the nearby horses.

  A gaze with strong malice swept across the whole place, and finally fell on him. Renekton's intuition was touched. He felt that the owner of this gaze might be a demigod.

  Then he turned his head nonchalantly and looked in the direction of Triss. The female figure in a heavy black dress who was originally standing there had disappeared.

  0-08, didn't arrange for me, but chose to create an accident to get Triss away? Renekton pondered in his heart. It

  was not until the malicious gaze moved away from him that he relaxed slightly.

  A barely noticeable purple light flashed in his eyes, and he looked around, but found nothing.

  Retracting his gaze, Renekton shook his head helplessly. I don't know how much of what I just said Triss heard. The little episode arranged by 0-08 must have prevented her from hearing everything.

  He then slowly walked to the edge of the cemetery, ready to wait for Klein.

  After waiting for a while, just as Klein came out, a black carriage stopped in front of him. The emblem on the carriage was skillfully concealed, making it impossible to tell which noble it belonged to.

  Prince Edessak, what happened just now, didn't he leave with Triss? No, it's possible that only the butler stayed now.

  After waiting for a while, Klein finally got out of the carriage. He glanced around and saw Renekton waiting for him not far away. He

  walked over quickly and saw that there were no people around, so he lowered his voice and said,

  "I just saw the one who killed Talim. The ring on her hand is likely to be a level 0 seal."

  Renekton began to walk out of the cemetery and responded softly,

  "In Backlund, it's not surprising to accidentally meet a saint or angel. Even a dog passing by may be a Beyonder, and the sequence is not low."

  Klein was silent for a moment. He didn't know how to respond.

  After making a joke, Renekton answered Klein's question seriously:

  "I have already greeted Ms. Triss, but unfortunately, 0-08 interfered with it. I don't know how much she heard."

  "0-08? The explosion and accident just now?"     "Did you really just say hello and not do anything else?"

  Klein asked suspiciously.

  Renekton shook his head slightly and said,

  "The explosion just now seems to have disturbed a passing demigod, and the other party's eyes have been locked on me."

  He reached out to stop a carriage on the side of the road, and the two returned to Minsk Street in the Cherwood District.

  In the evening, Renekton was traveling through the spirit world.

  Today is a full moon. He plans to find Lawrence before dark and ask him to recite the name of the Fool to ask for asylum. If that doesn't work, he will ask the Hidden Sage for help.

  In a trance, he actually fell out of the spirit world.

  "Lost? Ha~ A poor script!"

  He knew that he was being arranged again without thinking.

  A hint of vigilance rose in his heart, and he looked around for a while with a serious look. The surrounding buildings are somewhat familiar. I should have been here.

  Williams Street, located at the junction of Backlund West and Queens. He soon remembered where this was, and Renekton subconsciously glanced at the ground under his feet.

  "Are you looking for me?"

  A teasing voice sounded beside Renekton.

  The next moment, his figure instantly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made of countless starlight.

  The statue then shattered, and the bright starlight surged and rushed to the other side.

  A group of blazing flames suddenly sprang up, forcing the surging bright starlight to stop.

  The glittering starlight quickly gathered inward, revealing Renekton's figure, staring at the flamboyant red figure walking out of the flames in front of him.

  "Oh! It turned out to be the follower of that dragon, no wonder you shouldn't have entered the ruins in person last time. You are really as timid as the god you believe in!"

  Renekton felt that he did not have the reverence of a true believer for the God of Knowledge, but when the evil spirit of Medici said this, he felt a surge of anger in his heart for no reason, and wanted to rush up and beat the other party to the ground with his fists.

  A hazy light blue glow filled Renekton's eyes, and his rationality instantly took over, suppressing his anger and other emotions.

  "I hate that idiot dragon, and now I don't like you either."

  Medici's voice was full of oppression, and he slowly approached, like a hunter playing with prey that had nowhere to escape.

  Renekton felt that his body and soul were locked by the other party, and his body trembled instinctively. Hunter's gaze?

  "Leo. De."

  "Shut up!"

  A sharp, soul-shaking voice suddenly rang out.

  A mouth was torn open on each of the two faces of Medici's evil spirit. This was the sound of Medici, Soran, and Einhorn screaming at the same time, which was much more terrifying than the scream of the Sequence Five Wicked Soul.

  Renekton's brain went blank for a moment, and a strong tingling and dizziness came over him, and scarlet blood flowed out of his nose and ears.

  He bent over, feeling his vision blurred, and tried to sort out his thoughts while enduring the dizziness and tingling in his head.

  But there was only the hot, dazzling red that came towards him.

  The "Power of Knowledge"

  had just started to recite the honorific name, and no sound could be made.

  Renekton felt that his soul was burning and stinging.

  "Meow~Woo!"

  A deafening sound suddenly sounded, a bit like the harsh roar of a kitten, but when you listen carefully, it feels like the roar of a giant dragon.

  It seemed to come from the depths of the soul, and it seemed to resound in an infinitely high place.

  "It's you. Betrayal"

  There was a faint sound, but it soon submerged.

  When Renekton came to his senses, he found that he had come to the Tussock River. A blue-gray short-tailed cat squatted proudly on a stone pier, and its bright amber eyes stared at Renekton quietly.

  The moment he saw the bobcat, Renekton collected his thoughts and bowed to it respectfully, saying,

  "Thank you very much for your help."

  "You are very bold. You actually planned to shout out the tyrant's name directly. Even if this is Backlund, He would not have any scruples, especially facing the evil spirits of you and Medici."

  Renekton was silent for a moment, frowned and said in a hoarse voice,

  "I don't know why my first reaction was to die together."

  The bobcat slightly tilted its head and said with a look of disappointment,

  "The influence of the audience does not directly change your mind. You had this idea at a certain moment when you saw the evil spirit. The influence from the audience only amplified it and affected your judgment."  Chapter 233 Full Moon Whispering

  Renekton's eyes subconsciously swept to his left arm. Medici didn't notice his presence just now, and he himself didn't react.

  The bobcat seemed to see Renekton's thoughts, and said in a flat voice:

  "Adam doesn't want Medici to return to the real creator now."

  "Then can I go find Medici by myself?"

  Renekton said with a flickering look in his eyes.

  "If he doesn't want to, you won't be able to find Medici who is only a ghost."

  After saying that, the bobcat stood up from the stone pier, and disappeared into the shadow of the street corner in a few jumps.

  Retracting his gaze, Renekton breathed a sigh of relief and hoped that there would be no such accident again. Not every time someone would come to the rescue.

  The feather pen actually made me meet the red angel ghost who had just left the ruins. This didn't seem like a script that Ince Zangwill could write. He didn't know about these things. What happened this morning made it have some revenge to save itself?

  Ince Zangwill didn't appear nearby and was quietly led away?

  After pondering for a moment, he shook his head again.

  Huh~ He sighed and looked up at the moon that was about to emerge.

  He immediately retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand to open a "door" connecting to the spiritual world in mid-air, and stepped into it.

  West District, Carpensa Hotel.

  Renekton's figure quickly appeared in the room where Lawrence was.

  Lawrence sat by the window, looking at the sky outside the window anxiously. He had been waiting for the full moon tonight.

  Sensing the spiritual fluctuations in the room, Lawrence turned his head and saw that it was Renekton, his expression obviously relaxed.

  "Good evening, Mr. Lawrence."

  Renekton smiled and stepped forward to say hello.

  "Good evening, I was just worried whether you would break your promise."

  Lawrence did not hide his worries just now.

  Renekton dragged a chair over from the side, sat down, rubbed his brows and said:

  "I will not break my promise, but I encountered some trouble on the way here, which delayed me a little."

  "Trouble?" Lawrence repeated in a low voice.

  Seeing that Renekton didn't want to continue this topic, he didn't ask any more questions and said:

  "The moon is coming out soon. What method do you plan to use to prevent me from being affected by the full moon whispers?"

  "I will give you a name. You pray to that existence, and He will protect you when the full moon whispers."

  Renekton said with a chuckle.

  Seeing Lawrence's expression become serious, he nodded slightly with a heavy voice, and then said the Fool's honorific name:

  "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."

  After closing his eyes slightly and remembering the three-part honorific name firmly in his heart, Lawrence opened his eyes again and nodded solemnly:

  "Do you need to prepare any ceremony?"

  "No, this is just an attempt. If it doesn't work, I will use other methods to block the whispers during the full moon for you."

  Renekton shook his head slightly in response.

  Lawrence frowned slightly and asked in confusion:

  "Why try it first, instead of using other methods directly?"

  "That's too troublesome, and it's not convenient to promote it to all of you. Start praying, the red moon tonight has already vaguely emerged."

  Lawrence turned his head and glanced out the window, and the crimson moonlight was already looming.

  He nodded heavily, walked to a chair nearby and sat down. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, placed them in front of his mouth and nose, closed his eyes, and began to recite 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;"

  "I pray to you."

  As soon as he returned to Minsk Street from the Steam Church, Klein heard the faint whispers in his ears.

  Pray, a man, the voice is a little old, is it Mr. Lawrence?

  Klein quickly entered the house, closed the doors and windows, and went into the bathroom. He walked four steps in reverse and entered the gray fog.

  In the magnificent ancient palace, a new crimson star began to flicker, and ripples were spread around.

  Klein immediately exuded his spirituality, spreading over. The crimson light surged rapidly like a tide, condensing into a picture.

  In the picture, an old man wearing a heavy woolen coat and a half-high black hat was praying to him. Next to him, at a relatively close distance, sat Renekton, whom he had just met in the morning.

  "Lawrence?" Klein whispered.

  Renekton had already told him about Lawrence before, so he was not surprised by this prayer to him.

  He reached out and summoned a paper figure he had cut from the pile of debris. One hand held the black emperor card, and the other held a dark golden sunbird-shaped brooch.

  He infused the spirituality skillfully, infusing the power of the gray fog he had pried and his own spirituality into the paper figure.     Then he casually threw the paper figure towards the prayer light representing Lawrence.

  In the hotel room, Lawrence prayed three times repeatedly.

  He did not feel any feedback, nor did he get discouraged. This situation was within his expectations. How could the response of a great being be so easy to get?

  Lawrence adjusted his mood and prepared to pray for the fourth time.

  Suddenly, a thick gray-white mist filled his eyes. He seemed to see a magnificent and ancient huge palace. In front of the palace, there was a tall figure sitting in the gray mist.

  The figure seemed to be looking down at everything in the world. He seemed to wave his arms gently, and a golden figure with twelve pairs of black wings appeared and approached him.

  Until the golden figure wrapped himself with layers of wings.

  Angel? Or an archangel with twelve pairs of wings. Lawrence was speechless for a short time. He didn't know how to express his current mood.

  He prayed to the gods for mercy. It was not that he had never done this before, but he had never received a response.

  "Thank you, Mr. Fool."

  After the voice of the golden angel disappeared, Lawrence whispered respectfully.

  Regardless of whether it worked or not, a great being's response without malice meant a lot.

  As his mind turned, Lawrence caught a glimpse of the crimson full moon outside the window, which had revealed its true appearance. For a moment, he felt as if he heard the familiar whispering.

  But the next moment, these voices seemed to be transferred to an unknown place, and there was no longer the crazy whispering in his ears.

  Taking a deep breath, Lawrence calmed down his excitement, turned his head and looked at Renekton and said:

  "It really works! I don't have those whispering voices during the full moon in my mind anymore!"

  Renekton smiled and nodded:

  "The night is still long, and the full moon whispering will continue for a long time. We can sit down and chat to kill time."

  "No problem, do you like coffee or black tea?"

  Lawrence's voice sounded relieved.

  "Coffee." Renekton nodded gently.

  "Wait a moment." Lawrence walked aside and began to brew coffee with skillful movements.

  After a while, he came over with two cups of coffee and handed one to Renekton, saying,

  "I didn't bring any coffee beans when I came to Backlund, so we can only drink this kind of coffee in the hotel."

  "Not bad." Renekton took a sip and gave his evaluation.

  Lawrence also tasted the coffee in his hand, and his eyes gradually became far-reaching as he looked at the full moon outside the window.

  After a long while, he spoke as if recalling or talking to himself:

  "I have almost forgotten what a full moon looks like. The last time I saw a full moon was before I became a Beyonder, when I had just reached adulthood."

  "The whispers during the full moon have caused the once-prominent Abraham family to fall into decline today, without even a Sequence 6 Beyonder."

  "When you said you could help the Abraham family solve the problem of the full moon whispers, I actually didn't believe it. I just thought you were also plotting against those powerful magical items in our possession."

  Renekton listened quietly, restraining his embarrassing urge to touch his nose, and only continued after Lawrence's narration:

  "Most of the angel families of the past are no longer what they used to be."

  "Only the Seven Gods are always high above."

  Lawrence fell silent, then smiled bitterly and shook his head:

  "Seven Gods, if the ancestor of our Abraham family had not disappeared, He might have already joined the ranks of the Seven Gods."

  "Unfortunately, there is no if in all this. Our Abraham family is just struggling to survive now."

  Even if Mr. Men hadn't had an accident, he would have waited until the end of the world before ascending to the throne of God. Unfortunately, the apprentice must go to the starry sky to reach the high sequence, and it is too difficult to figure out the problem.

  Renekton quickly restrained his divergent thoughts and stopped thinking about things related to this. Instead, he asked:

  "Mr. Lawrence, do you plan to be promoted to the record officer now?"

  "Your Abraham family should have the corresponding material reserves."

  Lawrence nodded slightly, and then shook his head:

  "If possible, I even want to be promoted to a demigod of sequence four."

  "But this is almost impossible. I am too old and my body is no longer young."

  At this point, Lawrence smiled bitterly and shook his head, and his tone gradually weakened:

  "The main materials of the recorder's potion are the complete Asman brain and the curse of the ancient vengeful spirit. The Asman brain still exists, but the curse of the ancient vengeful spirit, at least as far as I know, there is no such thing." Chapter 234 Analysis of the "Transformation" Ability

  Until late at night, Lawrence did not hear the mumbling during the full moon again, and the tense expression on his face finally relaxed completely.

  "It seems to be working well." Renekton said with a chuckle.

  Lawrence rarely showed a smile from the heart, and his voice, which was a little hoarse due to old age, seemed a little happy:

  "Yes, it seems that I should hurry up to collect the recorder's potion."

  "The curse of the ancient vengeful spirit just appeared a few days ago. It should not have been sold yet. If you need it, I can help you contact it."

  Klein is really a failed seller. All his products are sold by me.

  "No problem, I will prepare the corresponding gold pounds within two days."

  Lawrence nodded slightly and answered in a very serious tone.

  "Well, I wish you a good dream." Renekton stood up and saluted slightly.

  Then he turned around, took a few steps, and his figure quickly became transparent and faded away.

  Silver City is now in a period of frequent lightning. Almost every two or three seconds, a lightning bolt falls, illuminating the surrounding dark walls.

  Derrick carried a leather bag on his back and held the Hurricane Axe tightly in his hand. There were nearly ten teammates beside him, all of whom were members of this exploration team.

  In the alternation of lightning and darkness, a tall figure walked over in a steady and unhurried manner, carrying two restrained straight swords crossed behind his back.

  As he approached, his pale and messy hair and vicissitudes of life eyes were reflected in the eyes of the others one after another.

  "Light up the lights and set off."

  Colin looked around and said in a low voice after confirming that all the team members had arrived.

  The two members of the exploration team immediately lit the candles in the lanterns, letting the dim light shine through the thin leather to illuminate the surroundings.

  Taking a deep breath, Derrick tightened his right hand holding the Hurricane Axe, walked in the middle of the team, and followed the chief to move forward in the predetermined direction.

  Lightning flashed continuously, making the plains covered with long black grass appear like a gloomy oil painting.

  The exploration team walked on the road full of jagged gravel, going deeper and deeper.

  Lightning flashed from time to time, and the thick darkness around them almost swallowed them all. Fortunately, there was a dim candlelight, weakly and swayingly holding on to the surrounding area.

  Backlund, Minsk Street.

  It was already the next morning, and Renekton was not in a hurry to find Klein to buy the curse of the ancient vengeful spirit. Anyway, it

  would take Lawrence a day or two to raise funds. Take out the human skin shadow feature that Miss Justice bought that Klein sent before.

  On the thin ball, there were faces, which made people a little dizzy.

  "The Faceless Man's ability to transform comes largely from it. Then what part of the Faceless Man's ability is the mutated pituitary gland of the Thousand Faces Hunter?"

  "Can easily remember the characteristics of each person, including but not limited to voice, smell, and temperament? It should also help to improve the ability of disguise or transformation."

  Holding the characteristics of the human skin shadow in his hand, as a reader's subconscious reaction, Renekton has begun to analyze in his mind the role of the human skin shadow's characteristics in the Faceless Man's potion and its use.

  By the way, I haven't asked Klein to analyze his ability of the Faceless Man yet. It should be easier to make magical items after analyzing the characteristics of the Faceless Man's ability to transform first.

  Thinking of this, Renekton's eyes were instantly covered with a layer of purple fluorescence. His eyes easily penetrated the barriers of the walls and saw Klein who was preparing to go out in the living room.

  The other party seemed to notice Renekton's sight and looked over with a little doubt.

  "The intuition is more sensitive." Renekton made a comment softly, then raised his hand to open a "door" in the air and stepped into it.

  In the room across the street, Renekton's figure was quickly outlined.

  Klein stopped preparing to go out, took off the half-high hat he had just put on and said:

  "Good morning~"

  "Good morning, you shouldn't have sold the ancient ghost's cursed item yet, right?"

  Renekton said after nodding slightly.

  Klein shook his head slightly and said:

  "Not yet, I plan to find an opportunity to sell them in batches at the Beyonder gathering I will participate in later."

  "The ancient ghost's cursed item is the main material of the Gate Path Sequence 6, and I just happen to have a buyer here."

  "Gate Path?" Klein was stunned for a moment, then recalled Mr. Lawrence last night, his eyes lit up:

  "No problem, as long as he offers the right price."

  "He is still raising funds these two days, and I will let him come to you to trade when the time comes."     As he spoke, Renekton had already walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down. He said in a slightly more serious tone:

  "I want to analyze the abilities of the Faceless Man. Can I do it today?"

  "No problem. This is a long-standing agreement. I thought you had forgotten it."

  Klein nodded slightly in response, went to the window to draw the curtains, and scanned the living room again.

  Then he took two steps forward, and at the same time, his flesh and blood began to wriggle, his height also increased slightly, and the color of his eyes also changed rapidly.

  When he stopped, he had completely changed his image and turned into the vampire of Emlyn White, but a little shorter.

  "In addition to this core ability of the Faceless Man, the rest is the enhancement of the extraordinary abilities he had before. Do you need to demonstrate it again?"

  As he spoke, Klein's height became shorter, and the skin on his face quickly shriveled, and layers of wrinkles and age spots appeared, and his eyes became turbid.

  This was the appearance of his informant in the East District, Old Kohler.

  Renekton's eyes were filled with light blue fluorescence. His sight penetrated Klein's skin and flesh, and saw how the extraordinary ability of transformation was working on his body.

  All the cells in his body seemed to have become an independent individual, and could make some subtle adjustments according to their own needs. Specifically, it became a change in skin, hair, body odor, and even bone height and density.

  This ability to change one's own flesh and blood is completely different from that of the Rose Bishop. It is a bit like a manifestation of the unique mythical biological form related to these paths of the fortune teller.

  Renekton rubbed his chin subconsciously with his right hand. After thinking for a moment, he asked with a slightly excited tone:

  "Can you change into a female appearance?"

  "." Klein was speechless for a moment, took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to punch him and said: "It can only be transformed on the surface, and it cannot actually change."

  "It seems that you have tried it!"

  "Sure enough, with this ability to change appearance, how can you resist the urge to try it out?"

  "Have you finished analyzing it?"

  Klein asked in a hoarse voice with a sullen face.

  When the analysis progress was mentioned, Renekton quickly restrained his facial expression and frowned slightly, saying:

  "Not yet. This transformation ability is a bit troublesome. Its operating mechanism is completely different from the flesh and blood magic of the Rose Bishop. Every cell in your body has undergone certain changes under the transformation of the potion. They are evolving towards independent individuals, with clear division of labor, but unified and orderly."

  "This is a special ability that belongs to your three paths. It is a bit troublesome to analyze, and it should be even more troublesome to use it in practice."

  "Change your appearance twice more, any image you want."

  Klein nodded lightly with an expressionless face. The other party suddenly became serious, which made him feel even more ashamed and embarrassed because of the question just now.

  He raised his hand slightly, and the muscle lines on his hand swelled quickly, but because he himself was not that tall, the muscles he could swell were limited.

  Layers of cortical scales appeared on his arm, and the color was quickly darkening.

  This was the appearance of an out-of-control Beyonder who turned into a monster when he was in Tingen. He wanted to try to change himself to the Beyonder side.

  Renekton's eyes were closely following the changes in Klein. From the moment he began to try to transform into a monster, his cells began to lose control.

  As his body gradually changed, Renekton could clearly see that his cells were trending out of control, and he quickly stopped them:

  "Stop! You're going out of control!"

  Renekton frowned. Given Klein's current condition, he didn't even dare to simulate purification or healing abilities to help him. His cells that were going out of control might become the target of purification.

  After a minute or two, Klein recovered, panting with a pale face.

  "I want to try to transform into a non-human. It seems that the Faceless Man's ability is still limited to species of the same type."

  "The Faceless Man who lost control may be able to transform across species, but then he will no longer be a human being."

  Renekton pondered and continued.

  Klein leaned on the sofa and smiled bitterly:

  "I choose not to have that level of transformation ability."

  "What do you mean by the special abilities that belong to our three paths?"

  "The fortune teller, the apprentice, and the thief, the mythological creatures of these three paths are somewhat unique compared to other paths. They are a group of insects, more like a collective with a unified consciousness."

  "Insects?" Klein was stunned. Although he knew that the Time Worm was the carrier for Amon to create clones, he had never thought that Amon's body was a pile of insects.

  He imagined in his mind the scene of a pile of insects squirming and rolling into a ball, and shook his head violently. The picture was too beautiful and too sanity-reducing.  Chapter 235 The "Chattering" Magical Item

  "What do the mythical creatures of the Mystery Peering Path look like?"

  After getting rid of the image of a pile of bugs, Klein immediately changed the question. He didn't want to think about the question of whether he would become a pile of bugs in the future.

  Renekton leaned on the sofa, raised his lips and said:

  "The mythical creatures of the two paths of Mystery Peering and Universal Knowledge are also strange. They are information creatures. This is probably the essence of knowledge!"

  "The essence of knowledge" Klein murmured. He imagined it in his mind, but he couldn't imagine the biological form of information creatures, which only existed in concepts.

  But no matter what, becoming an information creature is much better than a pile of bugs.

  His mind raced, and he had already thought about why the Reader's Path was not a path that represented knowledge. He said hesitantly,

  "So, the one who is called the God of Knowledge and Wisdom does not have the authority of knowledge? Instead, it is the God of Steam and Machinery. He is closer to knowledge itself than the God of Knowledge."

  Renekton nodded gently and said,

  "The Perfectionist is inclined to the knowledge of the reality side, representing civilization itself. Compared with the Omniscient One, He is indeed closer to knowledge itself."

  "Okay, I won't bother you for now. I'll find time to analyze the remaining extraordinary abilities later."

  Renekton got up from the sofa, took two steps forward, raised his hand in the air and made a virtual grip and pulling gesture, and a "door" opened from the void.

  "Okay."

  Klein nodded slightly. He did have something to do. Prince Edessak had commissioned him to investigate the cause of Talim's death.

  Although he knew that this matter involved the royal family and the Level 0 Sealed Artifact, the prince was not something that a small detective like him could afford to offend. He still had to act as he should.

  After watching Renekton disappear in the living room, Klein straightened his clothes, patted his face with his hand, and used the Faceless Man's ability to restore his pale face to normal before opening the door and leaving.

  The Forsaken Land of God, outside Silver City.

  The frequency of lightning gradually calmed down, and darkness once again became the master of this land.

  After a not-too-long but not-too-short trek and occasional battles, the Silver City exploration team that Derrick was in finally arrived at the half-ruined temple belonging to the true creator.

  With the help of the dim light of the animal skin lantern, Derrick saw the almost completely collapsed city wall in front of him, and the dilapidated streets without even a single weed.

  On both sides of the street, a large area of ​​houses collapsed, and only a few were still barely holding up, but the surface was completely mottled, and perhaps one day in the near future, they would collapse.

  The buildings here are mainly white and blue, with a spire structure different from that of Silver City. They are all gray, making it difficult to restore their original appearance.

  Derrick watched silently for a moment. The people here had developed their own civilization in the dark times. However, they were eventually drowned in the darkness and lost everything, leaving only this ruin.

  The chief of Silver City, Colin Iliad, looked around with a solemn expression. This city might be the future of Silver City. After

  calming down a little, he pointed to the front and said,

  "Other places have been cleared. The temple is in the center of the city."

  "It is also the place we need to explore this time."

  The exploration team dispersed slightly, maintaining a suitable position and distance, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings, and moving forward slowly.

  Passing through one ruin after another, walking through one quiet and unsettling street after another, they finally came to a high platform.

  On the high platform, there was a half-collapsed building, which was completely different from the other buildings here.

  The people here were indeed Derrick, who later converted to the true creator, and such a thought flashed through his mind.

  The next moment, all the lanterns in the team went out.

  Suddenly, darkness enveloped everyone. Without the frequent lightning in the sky, the quiet darkness around seemed to swallow up everyone's breathing.

  "Save me, save me."

  A childish, helpless, and frightened voice sounded, reaching the ears of every member of the exploration team.

  The panic spread among the exploration team for a moment, but was quickly suppressed by them.

  The next moment, a little bit of glittering dust appeared around, and the dust exploded one after another, igniting a silver-white light, illuminating the surrounding area.

  Chief Colin stared at Derrick and said in a low voice:

  "What are you thinking about?"

  Derrick woke up instantly, and wanted to open his mouth in shame, but immediately closed it, and then clasped his hands, put them in front of his mouth and nose, and prayed.

  A series of bright and dazzling lights, with him as the center, quickly spread out to the surroundings, dispelling the darkness around.

  The other team members also seized the time and relit the candles.

  Chief Colin withdrew his gaze from Derrick and spoke solemnly in a tone of warning:

  "From now on, there can be no negligence. Keep your guard up to the highest level!"

  Backlund, Minsk Street.

  In the place where Renekton rented, he had a strange mechanical arm clamped on his shoulder. There was a flesh-and-blood eye on the palm of the mechanical arm, which was staring at the strange crystal in front of it with many human faces emerging.     "This damn thing is too dazzling, it makes me dizzy."

  The somewhat shrill and slightly complaining voice of the mechanical hand sounded in Renekton's mind.

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with a little curiosity:

  "You are just a magical item, will you also be affected by normal visual interference?"

  "I am not an ordinary magical item. Although most of my body is mechanical, my eyes are flesh and blood."

  "Moreover, the characteristics of this human skin shadow are not simple visual interference, and its internal microstructure is also dazzling. Oh my God! I am just an arm, not a head, why should I suffer like this!"

  The mechanical hand chattered in Renekton's mind. It was

  a bit noisy. This guy's living characteristics were not ordinary. Except for not being a human, he was no different from a human.

  "Why should I be no different from a human? I am a practitioner of the Lord! The most loyal believer of the Lord! I am not comparable to weak humans."

  The mechanical hand refuted loudly in Renekton's mind.

  Renekton was silent for a moment, then he sighed and said:

  "How come everyone can hear your thoughts? It's so tiring to communicate with you."

  "Besides, you only have a sequence six trait. Humans can reach a higher level by taking potions."

  The mechanical hand suddenly got excited, and waved around without Renekton's control. At the same time, its endless words kept ringing in Renekton's mind:

  "I don't have a sequence six trait. I am a noble existence blessed by my Lord!"

  "As long as there are higher-sequence traits, or main ingredients for potions, I can also improve myself by swallowing them."

  "And humans who take potions are okay in the early stages, but later on they are completely out of the category of humans."

  "In the era before the Seven Gods, those ancient supernatural races reproduced through traits."

  Renekton reached out and rubbed his forehead. This magical item was a bit too noisy, and he couldn't block out its sound when using it.

  Taking a deep breath, he found a random question to interrupt the guy's chattering:

  "You don't even have a mouth, how are you going to swallow the potion? Or the corresponding materials."

  "I am a magical item, of course I just need to upgrade myself by making magical items!"

  The mechanical hand responded as a matter of course.

  "Upgrade. Your description is quite appropriate, but how do you know this word? And you seem to know a lot of information?"

  "My Lord is the embodiment of knowledge, the glory of civilization, and the final answer to all mysteries!"

  "As long as you believe in Him, you will naturally master a lot of knowledge. Every piece of knowledge we come into contact with and master comes from the grace of my Lord. He is so great!"

  The mechanical hand immediately began to praise the great existence it believed in.

  "Stop talking, finish making the item for me first. Have you forgotten that you still have negative effects?"

  Renekton interrupted the mechanical hand's preaching to him. He even felt that this was the negative effect of this magical item.

  Fortunately, when working, this mechanical arm was quite reliable and did not try to nag Renekton to introduce its great master.

  The characteristics of the human skin shadow were integrated into a clown mask. The mechanical fingers of the mechanical hand flexibly flew on the mask, like plucking strings.

  Through the vision of the mechanical hand, Renekton saw faces that were either gray or distorted, followed by a tangled mass of silk threads being plucked at will.

  Some of the silk threads were red, some were white, and some were mixed with many tough black ones. The mechanical hand was trying to peel off the black.

  Even Renekton, who was already a sequence 5, could not help frowning when looking at those constantly floating and changing faces.

  It took nearly an hour to completely integrate the characteristics of the human skin shadow with the mask and create a magical item.

  Huh~ Renekton let out a long breath and leaned back on the back of the chair. The analysis hand on his shoulder fell off his body very consciously and lay quietly on the side.

  Because he had been using the mechanical hand for a long time, the sluggishness in his body and mind this time was much more serious than the last time he created a magical item.

  Renekton stretched out his hand a little slowly and pinched his brow, infusing spirituality into the palm of his right hand.

  With the infusion of spirituality, many symbols emerged, and they seemed to come alive, forming the image of a unicorn.

  The light around seemed to have changed a little, and a pure white and holy unicorn image appeared in Renekton's field of vision. It spread its crystal clear wings behind it, summoning a ray of light full of holiness, life, and purification.

  Renekton leaned back in his chair and squinted slightly. He clearly felt that the very uncomfortable sluggishness in his body was gradually fading away.