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  Chapter 241 Angels in the Mural

  "I do know something."

  Renekton spoke calmly. Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted by him, he leaned forward slightly and said in a rare serious tone:

  "The Loen Royal Family, the Aurora Society, and the Witch Cult have reached a cooperation. They each have their own plans. As for what they are, it is still unknown for the time being."

  "The Royal Family? Cooperating with the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult. Why?"

  Audrey whispered in disbelief. Both the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult were recognized as cult organizations. She couldn't understand why the royal family would cooperate with them.

  "The fact that three unrelated parties can reach a cooperation shows that they have common interests or needs in their respective plans."

  The Hanged Man Alger made a very sophisticated analysis.

  Mr. Hanged Man's words reminded Klein, and the figure shrouded in gray fog also fell into deep thought:

  The Aurora Society is to summon the arrival of the true creator, so what is the purpose of the Witch Cult? Spreading disasters to facilitate role-playing? There may be reasons in this regard, but it is definitely not the most important. Moreover, what is the royal family planning? What good would it do for them to let Backlund fall into chaos?

  Wait, Prince Edessak and the witch-like lover beside him, the witch wanted to see me very much, but was ruined by the various coincidences created by 0-08, and Prince Edessak was still brooding over Talim's death .

  This is very interesting. This prince and the witch beside him are more like protons put together by both parties to gain trust.

  Based on the principle of saying less and not saying the wrong thing, Klein manipulated the small world and began to direct and act himself:

  The world raised its head and looked sincerely at the figure in the gray fog at the top of the mottled long table:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, your followers in Backlund should have noticed something, right?"

  Then, under the curious, worried, expectant or tense gazes of the crowd, he spoke calmly and casually:

  "Edessak Augustus, and, his lover."

  Hmm. Prince Edessak has a lover? No wonder he hasn't come to bother me for a long time. Could it be a witch from the Witch Cult? I was feeling lucky before, but now it seems that there is something wrong.

  Audrey, who was familiar with Prince Edessak, had recalled some details, and she suddenly felt that her shoulders became heavy.

  Although she did not have any good feelings towards the prince, and even felt a little disgusted, these were just her personal feelings.

  Thinking that he was involved in the Witch Cult and the Aurora Society, and even brought disaster to the entire Backlund, Audrey still had some mixed emotions.

  Augustus is the royal family's surname, his lover, the Witch Cult. Could it be that the ups and downs of love between a prince and a witch were obstructed by both forces at the same time. In order to pursue love, they decided to join the Aurora Society, which eventually led to a disaster that affected a wide range of people?

  The magician Fors' instinct as a writer began to play out, and he had already constructed a touching love story for the Prince of Edessak and his lover in his mind.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, see you next week."

  The Fool, who was sitting at the top, calmly announced the end of today's Tarot Club. A series of crimson lights rose up, and the figures of the people disappeared one after another in the gray fog.

  In the God-forsaken Land, in a camp with a bonfire burning.

  Derrick closed his eyes and calmly recalled what happened in the Tarot Club, making sure that he had not forgotten the memory of that experience repeatedly.

  Taking a deep breath and calming down, Derrick slowly opened his eyes and carefully looked at the flames and teammates that were exactly the same as in his memory.

  "Depart after 50 lightning strikes."

  Just as Derrick remembered, Chief Colin spoke in a deep voice at this time.

  The development of the matter was exactly the same as Derrick's previous memories.

  Backlund, Minsk Street, Cherwood District.

  Renekton, who had just finished this week's Tarot Club, woke up slowly from his seat, turned his head and glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window due to the haze all year round, and murmured:

  "The disaster is about to begin."

  A gray pigeon fluttered its wings from outside and landed on the windowsill at the right time. Its flesh and blood squirmed and tore a crack full of sharp teeth in the chest, constantly opening and closing, and a hoarse voice came out from the friction of flesh and blood:

  "Your Excellency, tomorrow afternoon we will begin the ceremony of summoning our Lord to come."

  As this voice fell, the gray pigeon, which was already in a mess, exploded instantly, and flesh and blood splattered, spreading a map around.

  If you don't join a cult, you will be unworthy of this ability to control flesh and blood, Renekton complained in his heart.

  He immediately memorized the map, and then rubbed his fingers to create a golden flame, purifying all the flesh and blood residues around the windowsill.

  Then he returned to the desk, tore off a blank page from his notebook, picked up a round fountain pen and wrote a simple line of words:

  "The ceremony will be tomorrow..."

  Then he searched the room for the ritual materials and quickly arranged a ritual to summon a messenger:

  "An invisible creature roaming in the upper world, a strange spirit that is friendly to humans, and a messenger that belongs exclusively to Bernadette Gustave."

  As the spell was finished, Renekton observed with full concentration and vaguely realized that something had broken into his room, but the naked eye could not capture its figure.

  Renekton turned his gaze and looked at the place where the letter paper was placed. The paper torn from the notebook was gone.     It's so fast. He sighed in a low voice, and then ended the ritual of summoning the messenger.

  After collecting the remaining materials of the ritual, Renekton sat back in the armchair next to the desk. To deal with the incarnation of the true creator, there are still many details that need to be discussed with Sasriel.

  In the God-forsaken Land, Derrick's exploration team arrived at the half-ruined temple again.

  This time, as soon as the little boy's cry for help sounded, Derrick used his extraordinary ability, and a pure and clear light burst out from his body, replacing the light of the extinguished animal skin lantern.

  Chief Colin quickly took out a dark blue metal bottle and smeared the colorless viscous liquid inside on his straight sword.

  Immediately, he stabbed the straight sword upwards, and silver snake-like light swam in the air, quickly spreading around, covering everyone in the team.

  After four or five seconds, Chief Colin said in a deep voice:

  "From now on, we cannot be careless and must be on high alert."

  Such familiar words made Derrick calm down and followed the team into the temple with full vigilance.

  Inside the temple, Derrick pretended to check the surroundings carefully while leaning against the murals, and then proposed to check there himself.

  Derrick held up the animal skin lantern and quickly found the corner with the strange words based on his impression.

  "Redemption Rose." He silently recited the name and carefully examined the details of the mural.

  His eyes quickly locked onto a tall and thin man with long silver hair draped over his vest.

  His facial features were soft, his head was lowered, his eyes were closed, and there were layers of light wings behind him.

  Angel! The angel in the legend! Is this the angel of destiny? Derrick excitedly observed the situation around the angel.

  Soon, he found that there was a winding, shimmering river under the angel's feet.

  The river kept turning, and finally it strangely circled back, forming a loop.

  Loop! This formed a loop! Derrick felt that he had grasped a key.

  He tightened the Hurricane Axe in his hand, and after a little hesitation, he raised the axe in his hand and chopped it hard on the river in the stunned eyes of his teammates.

  Anyway, even if he failed, he would only enter a new cycle without any consequences or impact.

  A silver-white lightning was pulled and fell on the Hurricane Axe.

  Bang! With a sound, the Hurricane Axe in Derrick's hand, wrapped with silver-white lightning, chopped the river on the mural, and the wall was dented and stone chips flew.

  This time, the river that was connected from end to end was completely disconnected.

  He was looking forward to the cycle being broken, and he and other team members jumped out of the temple scene together.

  "What are you doing?"

  What greeted him was the chief Colin's deep questioning. The other team members around him also looked at him vigilantly, as if they would attack him as long as he made any unusual movements.

  Derrick was stunned for a moment. This was completely different from the scene he expected.

  He was a little confused and wanted to reach out and touch the back of his head, but stopped himself. He explained awkwardly and helplessly:

  "Well, I wanted to try to break the cycle, but it seems that I found the wrong node."

  "Loop?" Colin asked in a deep voice. The straight sword in his hand was still hanging down, but he was obviously more powerful.

  "Yes, cycle, we have entered this temple for the sixth time."

  "I got some hints, and then I recalled my previous memories. I knew that the problem might be in the murals, so when I saw the looping river on the murals, I thought that was the node that made us fall into the cycle."

  Derrick quickly and concisely explained it. Although the other members of the exploration team didn't know what was going on, the chief would definitely understand.

  Colin's face became serious, his brows furrowed, as if he was trying to recall whether there was really a problem with his memory, and then he asked in a deep voice:

  "When did you get the hint?"

  "When we were resting in the camp outside the city." Chapter 242 Angel of Destiny

  "Continue the exploration."

  Colin said to the rest of the team members, then turned to look at Derrick and said in a deep voice:

  "Next, you follow me."

  "Yes, Chief." Derrick agreed without hesitation.

  The next exploration was no different from the previous ones, until they arrived at the hall with the altar again and found the yellow-haired boy who called himself Jack.

  Derrick looked at Chief Colin beside him and reminded him.

  "Chief, we always restart after you kill the boy named Jack."

  "Well, what else do you know?" Colin nodded slightly and asked.

  "It came from the outside world. I don't know more information. Before I asked about these things a few times, it turned into a monster and attacked us, and then was killed by the Chief."

  Derrick shook his head slightly.

  The little boy curled up in the shadows has been half-surrounded by the members of the Silver City Exploration Team, and everyone keeps a safe distance from him.

  The little boy looked at everyone eagerly, saying, "Save me, save me."

  Chief Colin nodded slightly, approached a distance and said,

  "What's your name?"

  "My name is Jack."

  "How can I save you?"

  The little boy suddenly showed an excited look and said,

  "Save me, save me, send me home! Send me home!"

  "Where is your home?" Colin continued to ask in a deep voice.

  The little boy raised his hand weakly and said, "My home is in Enmat Port."

  Enmat Port? Mr. Hanged Man did not mention it, but judging from the word port, it should be the outside world, perhaps the Kingdom of Rune where Miss Justice and the others were. Derrick couldn't hide his joyful guess in his heart.

  The "Enmat Port" mentioned by the little boy made Colin see the dawn of a new world. This made him forget everything else in an instant and immediately asked:

  "How did you get here?"

  The little boy Jack showed a reminiscing expression and narrated slowly:

  "My father and I took a boat, and after meeting his companions, we continued to take a boat. After a very big storm, the rest of us landed on land."

  "We followed the direction of the Lord's gaze and walked all the way here."

  Follow the direction of the Lord's gaze? Chief Colin and others' eyes fell on the statue on the altar at the same time, trying to figure out where it was looking.

  As long as we follow the opposite direction of this line of sight, we can find the seaside and the place where they landed. Chief Colin has begun to draw a rough map in his mind.

  That direction is the Giant King's Court! Chief Colin quickly found their landing point in the route described by the little boy based on his memory.

  Is there a road leading to the seaside behind the Giant King's Court? And on the other side of the sea, there is the human kingdom.

  "I'm so hungry"

  "So hungry."

  The little boy Jack suddenly began to murmur abnormally. The clothes on his chest and abdomen were stained dark red, and it seemed that liquid was slowly seeping out.

  While murmuring, he pulled open his clothes, revealing his naked chest and abdomen.

  On it, there were two eyes, a nose and a mouth!

  It was like a face made up of organs belonging to three people.

  The face was gentle and indifferent, which made Derrick feel familiar.

  He frowned and thought for two seconds, and soon recalled the source of his familiarity:

  this face was the angel in the mural, the silver-haired angel stepping on the circulating river!

  Before Chief Colin took action, he immediately lowered his voice and reminded:

  "Your Excellency Chief, the face on his chest is very similar to the angel in the mural I just destroyed. I suspect that angel is the angel of destiny Ouroboros beside the real Creator!"

  Chief Colin stopped the urge to kill the little boy immediately. He looked at Derrick deeply, which made his scalp numb. He wondered if he had said something wrong and caused the chief to misunderstand.

  The next moment, Colin half-knelt and thrust the straight sword in his hand into the ground. An invisible wall of air blocked the flying boy.

  Derrick saw that the boy was once again emitting a mixture of black and red light, which eroded the wall of air that blocked him.

  Colin loosened his grip on the straight sword, and as he slowly stood up, he pulled out another straight sword from his back and smeared it with golden oil like the sun.

  Seeing Colin's action, the boy's movements became more intense, as if he had sensed the danger and was making his last struggle as a wild beast.

  Colin pulled out the long sword that was stuck in the ground, leaving a vague figure on the spot.

  The next moment, golden and silver flashed, illuminating the entire underground hall. After the little boy Jack let out a shrill scream, all the light quickly disappeared, and darkness enveloped the entire altar again.

  The little boy collapsed to the ground, and the human face between his chest and abdomen had disappeared, leaving only a hole where his internal organs could be seen wriggling.

  A few meters away, Chief Colin half-crouched on the ground, holding a straight sword in each hand.     In front of him, there was a torn face.

  The organs on the face twitched as if struck by lightning, then soon stopped and rotted rapidly.

  At this moment, Derrick felt an invisible barrier like a water wall rising around him, and then silently shattered.

  He felt as if he had left the turbulent river and returned to the shore.

  Derrick was delighted, and finally relieved that he had finally escaped the cycle of fate.

  He looked sideways, and the other members of the exploration team did not show any abnormality.

  Perhaps they would have to return to Silver City to find out that they had lost a part of their life from the wrong date. Derrick thought silently.

  "You just said that there is an angel of destiny named Ouroboros beside the real creator?"

  Chief Colin put away the straight sword in his hands at some point, walked to Derrick and asked in a deep voice.

  "Ah?" Derrick was stunned for a moment, not knowing why the chief suddenly asked this, but he nodded honestly:

  "Yes, this was reminded to me by a party member after knowing my experience."

  "He said Ouroboros likes to paint, maybe I can find some clues from the murals."

  "So you just chopped the mural directly?"

  Chief Colin glanced at Derrick with complicated eyes, and then continued:

  "Don't be so reckless next time, you should discuss with me in advance, even if I don't have the memory of the previous explorations, my experience is enough for me to make the right judgment."

  "I understand, Your Excellency Chief. Derrick nodded slightly with some excitement. He heard some care and trust in the chief's words.

  Colin didn't look at Derrick's current expression. He stared at the statue of the real creator on the altar with a serious look.

  After staring for a while, he slowly said:

  "According to the records of the City of Silver, when the 'Lord of Creation, the All-Knowing and Almighty God' was looking at this world, there were many angels around him. Among them, there were eight angel kings who were the leaders of all angels and closest to the throne."

  "Among them, there are two angel kings whose titles are the Angel of Time and the Angel of Destiny."

  "Angel of Destiny?" Derrick was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized why the chief looked at him so strangely.

  He heard the chief's low voice in his ear:

  "Yes, the Angel of Destiny, 'Tail Devourer' Ouroboros! "

  Did the Angel of Destiny betray the Lord? Or is the True Creator the Lord after he lost many powers? No, it's impossible. The True Creator is the evil god.

  Derrick subconsciously rejected the speculation that emerged in his mind. That was what he was most unwilling to believe. It was more difficult to accept than the Lord abandoning them.

  Chief Colin took a deep breath, retracted his gaze from the statue of the True Creator, and said in a calm voice:

  "Next time, when you participate in a party, ask the member who told you the information about the Angel of Destiny for relevant information. You can even ask the person who established contact with you. You can come to me directly to find out what price you need to pay."

  "I understand, Chief."

  Backlund, Minsk Street, Cherwood District.

  Creak! The door of Rekton's study was pushed open, and Bugs Bunny led Emlyn, who looked strange, in.

  Rekton, who was forced to end his communication with Sasriel, looked at the vampire opposite with an unhappy face and said:

  "How do you know my address? "

  Emlyn found a chair and sat down in a familiar manner, then tilted his head slightly and said with a somewhat arrogant look:

  "Shouldn't you care about what I came to you for?"

  "Also, you have so many animals and various spirits at home, do you want to follow our vampire's path?"

  "Why, you want to contribute a tamer's characteristics to me?"

  Renekton glanced at the vampire Emlyn who looked a little ostentatious and said.

  "Ahem." Emlyn's expression froze, and he forced an awkward smile to change the subject:

  "I want to ask you, based on your understanding of the 'Fool', is He really a friendly existence?"

  "You haven't made up your mind yet!"

  Renekton sighed, leaned back on the chair, chuckled and said:

  "The revelation of your ancestor obviously regarded Him as a predetermined ally, and you, are the middleman, oh no, the middle ghost."

  "It's a noble vampire! "Emlyn corrected angrily, and then continued the previous topic, his tone unable to hide his excitement and trepidation:

  "You mean, I am responsible for the secret alliance between the First Ancestor and the Fool!"

  After saying this, Emlyn fell silent, as if he was in a trance and fell into a new round of entanglement and self-attack.

  But looking at his appearance, he is not far from praying to the Fool. Chapter 243 Communication

  After struggling for a while, Emlyn looked at Renekton suspiciously and said,

  "You seem to be looking forward to my prayer to the Fool. Every time I ask you for advice, you seem to be guiding me."

  Suddenly he became smart. It should be said that he has some brains, but he doesn't use them most of the time.

  Renekton looked at Emlyn with a suspicious look and chuckled,

  "It can't be said to be guidance, it's just explaining one of the possibilities."

  "After all, you probably don't like to hear the truth directly."

  "What truth?" Emlyn asked in confusion.

  "There are so many people in your blood clan, and you are not particularly outstanding or special. How could the revelation given by your ancestor include you? If you really are, then the revelation should be given directly to you."

  Emlyn was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously wanted to refute, but he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

  After a long silence, he murmured, "I was deceived?"

  "It can't be considered a deceived. The revelation given by your ancestor should be true, but it didn't specify anyone in particular."

  "Isn't it the same?"

  Emlyn muttered softly with some discomfort. He felt that his entanglement these days was like a joke.

  With a slight sigh, Renekton leaned forward on the back of his chair, and spoke with a sigh and bewitching tone:

  "Your ancestor did not specify a specific person to complete His revelation, but when someone, oh no, a ghost goes to complete His revelation and runs around for it, His favor will naturally come."

  "Damn, it's the vampires! Don't always get it wrong!"

  Emlyn corrected Renekton's words angrily, and then asked for confirmation:

  "Really? If I pray to that fool, will the ancestor's favor really come?"

  "If you are really worried, you can ask Father Utravsky. He is the favored one of the Mother Earth and knows more about the favor of the gods."

  "Uh..." Emlyn hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "Forget it!"

  Then he slowly stood up from his chair, bowed slightly to Renekton and said:

  "Thank you for your answer, although I feel like you've been fooling me."

  Renekton shrugged nonchalantly, and stood up to see Emlyn off.

  At the door, he ran into Klein who was about to knock on the door, holding a leather suitcase in his hand.

  He looked at Emlyn in confusion. If Emlyn remembered correctly, this was the unlucky vampire who volunteered at the Harvest Church. Did he completely believe in the Mother Earth?

  "My intuition tells me that you are thinking about something very rude!"

  After Emlyn left the house, he suddenly turned around and said to Klein.

  Uh, do vampires have such a sharp intuition? Klein smiled awkwardly:

  "Your illusion."

  Emlyn glared at Klein suspiciously, then turned and left.

  Renekton stepped aside to make way, waited for Klein to enter the room, closed the door again, and sat down on the sofa.

  Klein had already placed the suitcase on the coffee table and opened it. Inside was a 100-pound bill in cash and a small iron box.

  Klein put his hand on it and explained:

  "This is the gold pound paid by Miss Justice. My share has been taken away. These are all yours."

  "And this is the cursed object of the ancient vengeful spirit. You can be the middleman and help me trade it with Mr. Lawrence."

  "No problem." Renekton nodded without comment. This was not a troublesome matter for him.

  After closing the suitcase and pushing it in front of Renekton, Klein asked about Emlyn with a little curiosity:

  "By the way, what did the vampire come to you for? He wanted you to help him remove the psychological suggestion on his body?"

  "You mean Emlyn? He came to ask whether he should pray to the Fool."

  Renekton slumped on the sofa, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

  "Uh" Klein was stunned for two seconds. His first reaction was that the other party was joking, and then he denied this guess.

  Why would a vampire pray to the Fool? He also worked as a bounty hunter part-time? But those who have been looking for the Fool have basically given up recently.

  "Why did he pray to the Fool?"

  "The revelation from the ancestor of the blood clan seemed to mention the Fool and the corresponding honorific name. He was tricked by the blood clan's high-ranking officials into reciting the honorific name of the Fool."

  "The ancestor of the blood clan?" Klein frowned slightly and said,

  "Didn't the ancient god Lilith fall in the Second Era long before the Cataclysm?"

  "Who is the god pretending to be Lilith who occasionally responds to the blood clan now? Or is it that She is not really dead?"

  "Maybe both possibilities are possible?"     Renekton raised his eyebrows and said. After all, who would have thought that the one pretending to be Lilith would be Himself? Not even the God of War!

  "You don't seem to care about this matter very much?" Klein narrowed his eyes slightly. He was keenly aware of the other party's attitude problem.

  Renekton smiled and nodded slightly, saying,

  "This is an investment from Lilith."

  "Just like the investment you already have from the Goddess of Night, the God of Knowledge, and the Hidden Sage, another big guy is going to get involved."

  "The God of Knowledge?" Klein just had doubts when he saw Renekton pointing at himself.

  You are very talented in being a traitor. Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart, calmed himself down, and then continued to ask:

  "Am I important? Or is the Source Castle above the gray fog important? Why are so many righteous gods and secret beings investing in it?"

  Renekton nodded seriously and responded:

  "Very important. Simply put, everyone has something to ask of the great master above the spiritual world, but they don't want Amon to ascend to this position."

  "Should I say thank you for the favor and put me on the same level as the blasphemer Amon?"

  Klein joked half-jokingly.

  "Compared to Amon, your advantage is that you have already occupied the land and become the king. As long as you continue to occupy Sefirah Castle, you will become its master one day."

  Huh~ After taking a long breath, Klein sorted out his emotions and forced a smile on his face again:

  "This matter is still too far away from me. Compared to this, my most urgent thing is to upgrade to a demigod as soon as possible and cover up the traces of Sefirah Castle on my body."

  "The New Year is coming soon. I plan to go to Disi Bay for vacation and avoid the storm that is brewing in Backlund."

  You probably can't hide anymore. There will be a gorgeous meteor shower coming to hit you soon. He mourned for the unfortunate Mr. Fool for two seconds in his heart, then raised the corner of his mouth and said:

  "It's a good idea. I also plan to leave Backlund after completing the transaction with the True Creator, and then go to Admiral Iceberg's Golden Dream to be a treasure hunter."

  "How big a fuss do you plan to make in Backlund?"

  Klein looked at Renekton with some suspicion. He intuitively thought that the other party's move to leave Backlund should be a runaway after doing something.

  "After Backlund caused trouble, I will probably be on the wanted list of Storm and the Church of Night."

  Renekton spread his hands and said indifferently.

  From your tone, you don't seem to be bothered by this at all! Klein silently complained in his heart, then stood up and said goodbye.

  West District, Carpenter Hotel.

  Renekton's figure quickly appeared in the room, and Lawrence and Fors, who were talking, looked over at the same time.

  Renekton raised the small iron box in his hand and greeted with a smile:

  "Good afternoon, both of you!"

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Tynes." "Good afternoon"

  Fors and Lawrence each nodded in response.

  Renekton placed the small iron box containing the curse of the ancient vengeful spirit in front of Lawrence, then dragged a chair over and sat down, saying:

  "The curse of the ancient vengeful spirit inside, if you have already obtained the Asman Brain, you can prepare for the promotion today."

  "If you haven't got it yet, it's best to leave Backlund first. It will soon be dangerous here. Your physical condition is not good, it's safer to leave."

  "Soon?" Fors was surprised. She originally came here to tell Mr. Lawrence that Backlund might be in danger next, so it would be better to leave as soon as possible.

  No, I must find a suitable excuse to let Xio accompany me to leave Backlund. But in such a short time, how can I find a suitable excuse!

  Lawrence sighed slightly. He didn't realize that Backlund was in danger, but reason made him believe the other party.

  Ms. Fors just mentioned the same topic. Perhaps Backlund really has unknown dangers coming.

  "The Asman Brain is not with me, but I have gathered the gold pounds to buy the cursed item of the ancient vengeful spirit. I will buy this material first."

  As he spoke, Lawrence stood up and took out a leather briefcase from the cabinet in the room, which contained the gold pounds that had been prepared long ago.

  "Here is 1,700 pounds. The corresponding extraordinary materials of Sequence 6 are basically more than 1,500 pounds. The apprentice path is relatively rare and often has a premium, so I prepared an extra 200 pounds."

  Lawrence explained, while pushing the briefcase containing gold pounds in front of Renekton, indicating that he could check if there were any problems.

  Renekton nodded slightly, and a faint purple flowed in his eyes, which soon faded away.

  Immediately, he closed the suitcase, nodded slightly and smiled:

  "No problem, can you give me a purse? I don't have anything to carry these gold pounds."

  "Also, you'd better leave as early as possible tomorrow, it will be too late if you leave too late."

  "Tomorrow?" Lawrence groaned, then nodded solemnly and said: "I will."

  "You mean tomorrow when you say soon? Isn't that too soon?"

  Fors was a little stunned for a moment. In such a short time, she couldn't find a suitable excuse to take Xio away from Backlund.  Chapter 244 Preparation

  Renekton glanced at Fors, who looked a little flustered and worried, and said after a moment of hesitation:

  "Ms. Fors, it seems that you don't have time to leave Backlund with your friends?"

  "Are you interested in taking a commission from me?"

  Lawrence looked at Fors after hearing this, and said with concern:

  "If you still can't find a suitable reason to persuade your friend to leave, I can invite you and your friends to visit Jianhai County for a while."

  "Thank you, Mr. Lawrence, I will consider your proposal."

  Fors thanked Lawrence very gratefully.

  Then she turned to look at Renekton. Although she didn't want to take any commissions at this time, she still asked out of politeness:

  "Mr. Tynes, what commission are you talking about? If it's appropriate, I will consider the next one."

  No matter how tempting the reward he offers, I will never get involved in danger that may sweep across the entire Backlund.

  Renekton leaned back in his chair and said calmly,

  "Calm the people, secretly treat their injuries, and create some urban legends."

  "?" Fors stared at Renekton in a daze. Except for the last sentence, shouldn't the other things be what the Church of the True God should do? Does the Church of Knowledge want to spread its faith to Loen?

  "Calm the people and secretly treat them? Will this incident affect many innocent civilians?"

  Fors asked with a frown.

  "Where witches appear, there are always disasters."

  Renekton sighed, and then turned the topic back to the commission:

  "Due to your identity as a wild Beyonder, you can act in the area around the Harvest Church, and the bishop there will cooperate with you."

  "Moreover, I will also give you some help, at least you won't be affected by this disaster."

  Fors lowered his head slightly, lost in thought, and one hand unconsciously pulled the brown curly hair under his shoulder.

  The room was silent for a long time before Fors hesitated and said,

  "Although I used to be a surgeon, healing injuries is not my strong point, and apprentices don't have any bonus in this area."

  Renekton nodded slightly, and then gave a detailed explanation and promise:

  "I can provide these. The main reason I asked you to do this commission is that the apprentice's door-opening ability allows you to move freely and flexibly, and it is not easy to attract the attention of others."

  "And I will provide you with some anti-divination abilities, so that even if the official Beyonders find the problem, they can't track it down."

  "No problem." Fors agreed to the commission without hesitation. It

  's difficult to take Xiou away tomorrow. It's hard for me to persuade her without a suitable reason. It's better to accept the other party's commission and take Xiou with me. If there is danger, sneak into the Harvest Church.

  Renekton nodded slightly, took out 200 pounds from the gold pounds Lawrence gave him, and handed it to Fors:

  "This is the reward, I'll give it to you in advance."

  Then he found a pen and paper, wrote down the summoning spell of his messenger, and handed it to Lawrence and Fors respectively, so that they could contact him directly through the messenger.

  Cherwood District, Minsk Street.

  Renekton stepped into the spirit world, and his figure quickly outlined in the study.

  "Hmm?" His eyes fell directly on the desk. Compared with when he left, there was an extra folded piece of letter paper there.

  "Bernadette's reply?"

  Renekton whispered to himself as he walked closer, picked up the piece of letter paper and unfolded it. The handwriting on it was very beautiful:

  "Tonight at 11 o'clock, Tussock River."

  After reading it, he swung the letter paper twice in the air, and the paper quickly caught fire. A breeze blew, and all the ashes were blown out of the window.

  He found 200 pounds in cash from the drawer of the desk, which supplemented the gold pounds Lawrence had to buy the cursed item from the ancient vengeful spirit. He

  went downstairs to find a natural spirit and asked it to take the gold pounds to Klein across the street.

  Then he returned to the study, closed his eyes slightly, and pondered his preparations and plans, and perfected them.

  After a while, the natural spirit that was sent to deliver the money came back with 200 pounds in cash and a note.

  "These two hundred pounds are your reward."

  "If I had known, I would have given you 1,500 pounds directly. After a round, these two hundred pounds are back."

  Renekton put the two hundred pounds in cash back into the drawer and whispered to himself.

  In the evening, in the underground building of the Audra family.

  Emlyn stared at the iron-black coffin in front of him with a nervous look on his face. Inside it lay an ancient vampire, who was also the vampire who told him the revelation given by his ancestor.

  Emlyn tried his best to make his voice sound less panicked and anxious and said,

  "Lord Nibais, I accept the mission from the First Ancestor!"

  An old voice soon came from the coffin and responded,

  "Very good."

  "When do you want to start? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"     ".?" When Emlyn heard Lord Nibais ask him if he had any unfulfilled wishes, the little courage he mustered almost disappeared.

  He shook his teeth and said with a fearless expression:

  "No need! We can start now."

  Soon, Baron Cassimy, a descendant of Nibais, came over with the candles, essential oils, herbal powders and other materials needed for the ceremony.

  Emlyn stood quietly for a while, as if to prepare himself mentally.

  He glanced at the iron-black coffin in the center with strange patterns. There seemed to be obscure fluctuations in the air around him that collided silently.

  Taking a deep breath, Emlyn began to perform the ceremony according to the normal process, lighting the candles, dripping in essential oils, and sprinkling in the corresponding herbal powders.

  In the misty atmosphere, Emlyn lowered his head and began to meditate, repeating the honorific name of "The Fool":

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

  In the monotonous but rhythmic voice, Emlyn gradually relaxed and entered a wonderful state.

  His body was relaxed and restrained, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, but his spirituality became lively and light, and continued to spread outward.

  At this time, he felt that he was constantly floating upwards.

  This state did not last too long. After about two or three minutes, Emlyn returned to reality with a little fatigue.

  He opened his eyes and looked at the iron-black coffin in the center. He said with half relief and half disappointment:

  "Lord Nibais, I didn't get a response."

  After a while, Nibais's rather hoarse voice sounded:

  "Okay, you stay here tonight to prevent unexpected situations."

  "Okay!" Emlyn nodded in full agreement.

  Eleven o'clock in the evening, on the banks of the Tussock River.

  Renekton had been waiting here for a long time. The winter evening breeze was a bit chilly. He couldn't help but stretch out his hands and rub them together, creating a warm stream of flames around him.

  Before he could enjoy the warmth of the flames, many emerald green and thick pea vines suddenly fell down around him, one after another, densely packed, layer upon layer, they intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest with no visible top.

  A pumpkin carriage suddenly appeared beside him, with the door open, inviting Renekton in.

  Is every appearance so ceremonial? As a secret peeper, I suddenly feel that I have no style!

  With a sigh in his heart, Renekton stepped into the pumpkin carriage.

  The carriage quickly followed the pea vines up, driving all the way to a fairy-tale garden.

  Bernadette sat on a swing made of pea vines, wearing an olive green dress and an old-fashioned black soft hat, with fine lattice tulle hanging down to cover her face.

  Renekton subconsciously glanced at the slightly old-fashioned black soft hat on Bernadette's head. She seemed to like this hat very much. Maybe it was given to her by Roselle?

  "Good evening, ma'am~" He quickly retracted his scattered thoughts and greeted the other party with a smile.

  Bernadette nodded slightly, and then went straight to the point:

  "Good evening, an incarnation of an evil god, even if He actively seeks death, we can't easily kill him. What are you prepared for this?"

  Renekton tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to something, then nodded slightly, picked up the bone staff hanging on his waist, and threw it into his shadow.

  Immediately, he felt that the corrupt thoughts in his heart were separated, mixed with something and combined with the shadow.

  The next moment, the shadow under his feet suddenly came to life, surging like water, twisting and squirming into a dark figure in the shape of a human.

  A ray of purple light flashed in Bernadette's eyes, and she looked at the dark figure that suddenly appeared with a wary expression.

  "He is part of the will of the True Creator that has returned to normal."

  Renekton reminded Bernadette not to peek too much, so as not to get hurt by seeing the Hanged Man.

  "You can call me Sasriel. Perhaps your father has mentioned me to you."

  Sasriel said in a flat voice without any ups and downs.

  "Sasriel? The Vice-King of Heaven?"

  Bernadette only hesitated for a moment, and soon gathered her thoughts and brought the topic back on track:

  "What level is the incarnation of the True Creator at? What are its abilities and weaknesses?"

  Sasriel did not hesitate, and narrated calmly:

  "It carries some of the characteristics of the Elder of Obscene Words, but its own status is still at the level of a True God."

  "The suppression brought by his status will be solved by me and the Hidden Sage respectively. You only need to kill him in the shortest time."

  "With his own status as a True God, he can use some of the authority and abilities of the Dark Angel. The power of the Sun Domain will have a relatively strong restraining effect on him." Chapter 245 Triss Chick

  Early in the morning, Fors took Xiou out to buy a lot of food and medicine, as well as some strange materials, as if they were preparing to escape from the famine.

  It was not until the afternoon that they finally prepared all the items, which made the living room of the house they rented occupied nearly half of the space.

  "Fors, can you tell me what happened now? Even if you want to escape or hide somewhere for a while, you don't have to buy so many things, right?"

  Xiou asked with a serious face in front of Fors who was slumped in the chair.

  Unfortunately, her height of just over 1.5 meters and her delicate, soft, and slightly immature facial features made her not intimidating at all, but rather looked a little cute.

  I really want to pinch Xiou's chubby face, but my hands are too sore and I don't want to lift them at all.

  Fors muttered a few words to herself, then picked up the teacup beside her and gulped down the black tea she had brewed in advance. Only then did she have the energy to answer Xio's question:

  "I'm finally alive. Anyway, I can get reimbursed. It's always a good idea to prepare more things."

  "Okay, Xio, what I'm going to say next is very serious. Although it sounds a bit absurd, you have to believe me, understand?"

  "Okay, tell me quickly. How can I believe you if you don't tell me?" Xio asked seriously.

  "I got some news from a party. Backlund is about to have a big disaster, a disaster that will sweep the entire city."

  "What party? I should know all the parties you attend."

  Xio frowned slightly and asked with a worried tone.

  She was a little worried that her friend might have been deceived or bewitched by someone.

  Fors waved her hand and said,

  "Don't interrupt me. Just listen to me first."

  "This is a secret gathering I just joined recently. I have verified this news with Mr. Tynes. He even told me that the disaster happened today."

  "For this, he also entrusted me with a task to secretly comfort the injured people after the disaster and provide them with some treatment. He has paid me the reward in advance, 200 pounds, and promised to protect us from the disaster."

  Xio looked at the gloomy weather outside the window in confusion. This was very common in Backlund and was not something worth paying attention to.

  Apart from that, she did not see any signs of the coming disaster, but her friend was so serious and dragged her to buy so many things in the morning to prepare.

  "Are you really not being deceived?" Xio still said in disbelief.

  "You just need to stay at home with me and don't go out today. If there is danger, we can avoid it. If there is no danger, it's better, isn't it?"

  Fors didn't care whether Xio believed her or not. As long as she kept her friend in the house, it would be fine.

  "I have another commission today."

  "No!" Fors sternly denied Hugh's words.

  Queens, outside the Red Rose Manor.

  Klein sat in a carriage, slowly moving away from the luxurious manor.

  He had just submitted an investigation report on Talim's death to Prince Edessak, and through a performance, he convinced the other party that he was powerless to investigate the matter.

  At the same time, he told the other party that he was going to go to the south for vacation to relax. With the previous performance, this proposal did not arouse the prince's suspicion.

  Klein leaned back in the carriage and calmly thought about the follow-up plan.

  His inspiration was suddenly touched, and a figure quickly outlined the position opposite him.

  It was a beautiful woman wearing a heavy black dress and a sapphire ring on her hand.

  "Triss!" Klein was only slightly stunned, and then he recognized the other party.

  Triss, who was sitting opposite him, was not surprised but happy. She even showed a sweet smile on her face and said,

  "I knew you knew me!"

  "A detective with extraordinary abilities will definitely pay special attention to the wanted warrants!"

  Klein was a little confused by the other party's reaction. He frowned slightly and spoke cautiously,

  "What do you want to do?"

  Triss pursed her lips and smiled,

  "It's very simple. Report me to the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, and the Mechanical Heart as soon as possible! Let them come here to arrest me!"

  Call the police to arrest herself? This woman, uh, has been a woman for too long and gone crazy? Or is there something more frightening to her than being locked up behind the Chanis Gate?

  Thinking of this, Klein's mood gradually became heavy. He restrained his expression and asked in a deep voice,

  "What are you afraid of?"

  The next moment, a pale yellow paper man fell from the spirit world, with a lifelike eye drawn on it.

  "Good afternoon, gentlemen~"

  Renekton's voice came from the paper man.

  "Are you provoking me? Then you succeeded."

  Triss's face darkened instantly, and her voice was low, hoarse and angry.

  "Al?" Klein looked at the little paper man floating in the air with a little doubt.     "Let me remind you, you should ask for help as soon as possible, otherwise you will be in trouble when the meteor shower comes."

  "Ask for help? Meteor shower?" Klein was even more confused.

  But at the same time, he was also quickly selecting people to ask for help in his mind. The other party deliberately reminded him, which meant that the danger he was about to encounter was not ordinary.

  The advent of the true creator has begun! Klein looked at the little paper man in front of him and made guesses in his mind.

  "Miss Triss Chick, I don't know if you heard me clearly last time. The Hunter Path, which is adjacent to the Witch Path, will force women to transform into men when they are promoted to Sequence 4."

  Renekton's voice came from the little paper man again, but this time it was to Triss.

  "Hunter? It was you last time!"

  Triss's voice was surprised, confused, and she felt like she had grasped a glimmer of hope.

  Triss Chick. Chick Chick! Klein, who was still thinking about who to ask for help, suddenly felt his scalp tingling, and his whole body froze in place, as if he was made into a marble statue.

  The words of the Great Emperor in Roselle's diary that he had seen last time kept coming to his mind:

  "I got an ancient book, which actually mentioned the name of the 'Original Witch'. Her name is Chick."

  Chick Klein's back was covered with drops of cold sweat, and he looked at the little paper man floating in the air for help.

  Triss narrowed her eyes, and her mood seemed to suddenly become very happy. Klein felt that the other party's charm had become stronger. He raised his head slightly and didn't look directly at her.

  Triss noticed that Klein's eyes were shifting, and she chuckled with some complacency:

  "I will try to escape and divert the main force of the pursuit. Although the remaining forces are still very strong, there is no way to deal with them."

  "Besides, you also know such an unknown Extraordinary."

  "I believe you, you will definitely be able to escape!"

  As soon as the voice fell, her figure disappeared at a very fast speed, and she went directly into the invisible state.

  Bang! The carriage door suddenly opened and then slammed shut.

  After Triss left, Klein set his sights on the little paper man floating in the air.

  Renekton's voice followed:

  "The ceremony to welcome the arrival of the True Creator will begin soon. I can't leave. You'd better find someone to save your life quickly. Once Triss is captured, Ince Zangwill, who controls 0-08, will have the energy to deal with you."

  "." Klein was silent for a moment, and then he snapped his fingers.

  On the edge of the road, a small flame suddenly burst out from a dry branch and quickly rose.

  Klein's figure emerged from it and walked out. He turned his head and looked. The pale yellow paper man did not keep up with his movements and seemed to stay in the carriage.

  Klein did not wait, but kept snapping his fingers and flashed quickly into the depths of the woods.

  Fortunately, I knew that visiting Red Rose Manor might cause accidents, so I made corresponding preparations in advance.

  With a sigh in his heart, Klein took out the copper whistle hanging around his neck from the inside of his clothes, put it in his mouth, and blew it.

  Silently, he saw bones gushing out of the ground like fountains through his spiritual vision. The bones quickly gathered together to form a giant bone messenger nearly four meters high.

  Klein took out the pen and paper he carried with him and wrote down a word:

  "Help!"

  Facing the threat that might come from 0-08, Al couldn't escape, so Mr. Azik was the best choice.

  Then he quickly recited the name of the Fool, prayed to himself and told about Triss.

  Then he walked four steps backwards into the gray fog and threw this image of his own prayer into the crimson star that symbolized Miss Justice. At the end, he added a sentence as the Fool:

  "Heh! Chick. This is the real name of the original witch!" After

  doing all this, he immediately returned to reality and prepared to escape.

  As soon as he took a step, the light in front of him suddenly became brighter. He subconsciously looked up and saw several meteorites burning with flames falling from the sky and crashing into the woods with an unstoppable posture.

  "There really is a meteor shower! Triss was caught so quickly?"

  As soon as the idea came into his mind, Klein began to flee for his life.

  In a hidden underground building, there was a wide hall with an altar in the middle.

  On the other side of the hall, there was a hidden space where Renekton and Bernadette were staying, quietly watching everything happening outside.

  Mr. A, who was wearing a hooded robe, and a bright-looking lady wearing a pure white simple robe stood together in front of an altar.

  Mr. A urged the lady standing next to him in a somewhat hurried tone:

  "Hurry up, I can't wait to summon my Lord to the world!"

  The lady standing next to him showed a very charming smile, stretched out her hand and slid it on his robe, saying,

  "Are you so anxious? In fact, we can have a deeper understanding."

  "My patience is limited." Mr. A turned his robe aside and spoke in a heavy tone like a warning.

  "Oh, what a lunatic who doesn't understand romance."

  The bright-looking lady looked a little unwilling. She didn't expect that she would be defeated several times in front of Mr. A. This shepherd of the Aurora Society seemed to have no normal desires and was not attracted to her at all.