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  Chapter 236 Pure White Mask

  On the table, the original clown mask, after being integrated with the human skin shadow characteristics, became a pure white mask with only the left half left and no expression.

  Renekton reached out and took the mask in his hand, and its information emerged in his mind one by one:

  the mask made with the human skin shadow characteristics can record the appearance of anyone the user has seen and save them, no more than five.

  As long as the mask is worn on the face, it can simulate all the physical characteristics of the person who has been recorded. The closer it is to the user, the more significant the effect.

  Its changing appearance is superficial, and familiar people can easily find abnormalities. This can only be performed by the user himself.

  Each use cannot exceed 50 minutes, and the interval between each use must be more than two hours, otherwise the mask will gradually come alive.

  "Let's call you the pure white mask."

  He whispered to the mask, and Renekton found a suitable wooden box in the room and put the pure white mask in it.

  Let's go through the process. The sense of ritual cannot be missed. After a little thought, Renekton went to the next room and took out a bunch of ritual materials. He was ready to send this magical item to the gray fog through sacrifice, and then Mr. Fool would hand it over to Miss Justice. He

  quickly arranged the ceremony and began to pray:

  "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"

  "Pray for you to open the door to the kingdom."

  The room suddenly became dark and cold, and an invisible gust of wind suddenly rose.

  A dark and deep crack appeared above the ceremony, and Renekton heard the sound of an illusory door opening.

  There was gray and white fog surging in front of him, and an invisible suction came out from the crack, directly sucking the wooden box placed in the ceremony in.

  After sending the item to the gray fog, Renekton wanted to take advantage of the connection between the ceremony and the gray fog to tell the effect of this magical item again, but the crack created by the ceremony suddenly disappeared.

  The howling wind in the room also stopped, and the light was restored.

  We were cut off so quickly. Forget it, I'd better pray again alone.

  He stepped back a few steps, leaned back in his chair, and recited in a lazy and insincere tone:

  "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 want to pray to you."

  Above the gray fog, in the magnificent and ancient palace that looked like a giant's residence.

  The gray mist that enveloped Klein dissipated, and he was sitting quietly on the high-backed chair that belonged to the Fool, listening to Renekton's words of prayer.

  "The posture is not correct, and the tone is not pious."

  After the voice calmly commented on it for a few sentences, Klein put the focus on the magical item he had created:

  "However, this mask seems to be better at changing appearance than my ability as the Faceless Man, but it is a bit superficial. It can only simulate the appearance, but cannot simulate the smell of other people, or even deeper details such as temperament."

  "So, the transformation ability brought by the Faceless Man's potion is the product of the combination of the Thousand Faced Hunter and the Human Skin Shadow with my own human body?"

  "Although the Faceless Man is not as good as the Human Skin Shadow itself in changing his body shape, he is more realistic. Even after knowing the other person well enough, the other person himself may not be able to tell the difference between real and fake."

  "But as a spectator, Miss Justice's strong point is to observe the characteristics of others. This magical item is very suitable for her."

  After muttering to himself for a while, Klein intercepted the words that Renekton had just said in the form of a prayer, and threw them to the crimson star representing Miss Justice.

  Miss Justice responded quickly. In a moment, the crimson star that represented her began to ripple crimson.

  Klein extended his spirituality and touched the crimson star. The crimson light quickly spread like a tide.

  Miss Justice's voice, which did not conceal her joy, echoed above the gray fog:

  "Thank you for your information, Mr. Fool. Please tell Mr. World and Mr. White Tower that I will prepare the corresponding gold pounds tomorrow morning and hand them over to them through sacrifice and gift."

  "Well, I am very satisfied with this magical item. It suits me very well."

  After listening to Miss Justice's words, Klein turned his head to look at Miss Justice's position and chuckled:

  "This Tarot Club cannot do without Miss Justice."

  "Another income has been received. It's good not to worry about potion materials. I actually have a considerable balance."

  After throwing the fragment of Miss Justice's words to the crimson star that represents Renekton, Klein simulated the feeling of falling and left the space above the gray fog.

  In the God-forsaken Land, in the half-ruined temple of the true Creator.

  Derrick looked at the little boy behind the altar warily. He almost chopped out the Hurricane Axe in his hand just now.

  In his common sense, the only ones who could survive in pure darkness for so long could only be various monsters, and definitely not humans.

  The eyes of Chief Colin of the City of Silver seemed to brighten again. He tightened his grip on the sword, and then asked in a calm voice:

  "What are you doing here?"

  The blond boy said with a slightly painful expression:

  "We are looking for the Lord's Sanctuary."

  "The Lord's Sanctuary?" Colin asked doubtfully.

  The little boy turned his head to look at the dark cross and the upside-down statue and murmured:     "They told me that as long as I go in the direction of the Lord's gaze and keep going, I can reach His holy place."

  Colin's eyes turned around like some kind of monster, taking in all the surroundings.

  Then he controlled his voice and kept his previous calm state and said:

  "Where are they?"

  The little boy's expression was blank for a moment, as if he was in a trance.

  Suddenly, he held his throat, and his voice and expression became distorted:

  "I'm so hungry."

  In the words that were almost like a dream, he suddenly raised his head and grinned, all the way to his ears, revealing a white, neat teeth, and a slightly sticky saliva constantly flowing out.

  He rushed forward quickly, so fast that there were still some broken afterimages left on the spot.

  Boom!

  He hit an invisible wall, his body stuck to the air, and a black and red light suddenly emerged from his body, corroding the transparent barrier in front of him.

  On the other side, Chief Colin had already knelt on one knee and thrust the straight sword in his hand, which was coated with silver-grey ointment, into the ground.

  The pure, bright morning light suddenly enveloped the entire area where the altar was located.

  The next moment, he suddenly drew his sword and stood up. His figure split strangely, turning into overlapping afterimages, which were spread all around the altar.

  Each figure raised the sword in his hand, combined with the surrounding morning light, and burst into bright brilliance.

  Straight swords condensed with the light of the morning light stabbed out and swarmed in front of the little boy.

  In an instant, the surroundings were as bright as the rising sun.

  This was a storm of light that was far more powerful than the Dawn Knight, and it completely formed a bright light curtain without any gaps.

  The little boy, with a black and red figure, quickly evaporated and disappeared in this attack.

  The unusually bright light made Derrick close his eyes a little uncomfortably.

  After a slight distraction, he opened his eyes again, and was surrounded by a quietly burning fire and the team members responsible for guarding the camp.

  At this time, Chief Colin, who was sitting cross-legged beside a stone pillar, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:

  "We will set off after fifty lightning strikes."

  Thinking that he would soon face the temple belonging to the true creator, Derrick felt a little uneasy in his heart. He tightened the Hurricane Axe in his hand.

  All the members of the exploration team were silent and made their own preparations.

  This strange scene was repeated, and no one noticed anything unusual, including Colin, the chief of Silver City, who was a sequence 4 demon hunter.

  Everyone repeated the action that had been repeated countless times before without knowing it.

  Backlund, Minsk Street.

  Renekton looked solemnly at the dark and heavy human-shaped shadow in front of him.

  Just now, he received a letter from his mother sent to him through the channel of the Church of Knowledge. When he was thinking about how to reply to the letter, the shadow under his feet suddenly came alive, twisted away from him, and crawled to the bookshelf in front of him.

  Looking at the shadow standing up in front of him, the inexplicable sense of familiarity made Renekton resist the urge to smear it with the fire of light. He opened his mouth and closed it again.

  "Are you worried that I will affect you?"

  The voice of Sasriel came from the dark humanoid shadow.

  Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly and said thoughtfully:

  "Your condition recovered very quickly. The last time I encountered the evil spirit of Medici, Adam helped you?"

  Although it was a question, Renekton's words were very certain.

  Since the last time he accidentally encountered Medici, Sasriel, who was living in his body, had been silent until just now.

  "It can be said that he has caused me to fall into a deep sleep through some influence, unable to observe the outside world, and unable to respond."

  "But correspondingly, in order not to cause my instinctive resistance, this influence is positive, which makes my condition better."

  Renekton nodded slightly, not surprised by this result. They are essentially the same person. Sasriel's better condition is also conducive to their subsequent fusion, and they don't need to divide more energy to fight against the madness of Zhenzao.

  "Medici, what are you going to do? Ask the other you to take Him back to your side?"

  "Adam won't agree, not now. Medici is good at weaving conspiracies. To describe him with a word you are more familiar with, he should be called a smart guy. He belongs to this type when he is with the real you."

  "When I regain my status as an angel, I will go find Medici myself and find a way to solve His current condition." Chapter 237 "Prayer"

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly. He suddenly felt that Medici's death was not unjust. As the only smart person around Zhen Zao, it was completely reasonable for the divine Adam to temporarily take Him offline.

  After a brief silence of two seconds, he said with a slightly thoughtful tone:

  "The cooperation between the Loen Royal Family and the Witch Cult is a Conqueror's characteristic."

  "That's why I showed up."

  "I want to take that Conqueror's characteristic. I need your help."

  Sasriel's voice sounded.

  "." Renekton opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

  "The Aurora Society can't make any more moves. This will affect the missionary work in Loen and will also attract the crazy attack of the Angry People."

  Angry People, so this is how you call your former subordinate. You didn't even call him a traitor or a traitor directly. Renekton's focus was a little off.

  But he didn't show anything on his face, just frowned and said:

  "Even an angel may not be able to snatch a copy of the characteristics of Sequence One from the Loen Royal Family and the Witch Cult."

  Sasriel was not surprised by Renekton's euphemistic refusal. He said calmly:

  "Ouroboros will come at the right time, and fate is on your side."

  "You can go to the Church of the Night and ask Him for some help. He has enough reasons and positions to take action against the Witch Cult."

  "You are more likely to become a demon of knowledge than steam. He will help you. He has always been thoughtful and daring to invest."

  "I am more likely to become a demon of knowledge than steam?" Renekton asked back with a look of doubt.

  His first reaction was that the other party was fooling him, but after thinking about it carefully, maybe what He said was true. But the one who is most likely to become a demon of knowledge will only be the wilderness of knowledge itself.

  After a short silence, he took a deep breath and continued:

  "This is a deal between you and the Goddess of Night, but I can take you to the Church of Night."

  Renekton politely rejected the other party's idea of ​​letting him directly participate in this matter. With a Conqueror characteristic, the entire Witch Cult will probably come to hunt him down.

  Sasriel will not always be by my side, and I can't withstand the pursuit of the Witch Cult.

  "Secrecy can keep you from being noticed."

  "The reward I can give is: part of the faith of the God-Forsaken Land; and when you need help in the future, I will help you once as the true creator, which does not count as part of your fight with steam."

  "." The words of refusal were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them out.

  Renekton stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows. After struggling for a long time, he said:

  "You can negotiate the deal with the Goddess of Night yourself. She probably doesn't have a good impression of me. Moreover, when facing the God of Steam, I still need her acquiescence, or even help."

  "No problem." Sasriel responded decisively.

  The shadow in front of the bookshelf twisted and squirmed, and returned to Renekton's feet, turning into a normal shadow.

  I must leave Backlund as soon as possible. If I stay any longer, I will become a tool of Zhenzao.

  After thinking for a moment, Renekton stood up from his seat, put on the coat beside him, and prepared to go out.

  North District, St. Samuel's Church.

  Renekton walked out of a rented carriage parked on the side of the road, paused for two seconds, looked at the holy church in front of him with a black main tone, adjusted his mood, and then walked over.

  Today is not a special day, and there are not too many people coming to the church to pray. After Renekton walked into the church, his eyes briefly scanned the surroundings, and then walked towards a slightly empty place.

  Saluted a priest passing by, tapped his chest four times, and drew an image of a crimson moon.

  Then he found a place to sit down, adjusted his posture slightly, clasped his hands, placed them on his chest, closed his eyes slightly, and began to pray in a proper manner.

  "You are the goddess of night who is higher than the starry sky and older than eternity. You are the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets."

  Reciting the honorific name of the goddess of night in a low voice, Renekton felt his mind was in a trance for a moment, and then he felt that he was in a sea of ​​night vanilla.

  The peaceful and quiet atmosphere around made

  people want to stay here forever and sleep forever until eternity. Renekton felt like he was drowsy and confused.

  Reason told him that he was asleep now and everything around him was a dream.

  But the smell of night vanilla lingering around his nose and every part of his skin was so real, and the quietness and tranquility around him urged him to sleep.     "I'm already asleep, how can I enter deep sleep? Am I sleeping in a dream?"

  Renekton thought unclearly. The time around him passed exceptionally long, but silently. He himself didn't know how long it had passed.

  Finally, the night was broken, and the night-sweet herbs around him disappeared like a sea of ​​flowers. The feeling of peace and tranquility disappeared.

  Renekton opened his eyes again, looked up and looked around with a little confusion, confirming that he was still praying in St. Samuel's Church.

  Dream, am I isolated from the outside? How stingy!

  Muttering to himself, Renekton stood up and walked to the offering box in the front, took out some of the cash on his body and threw it in, then turned and walked out of the church.

  After walking a few steps, he saw Leonard walking towards the prayer hall from the other side of the church.

  The two looked at each other, and Renekton clearly saw that Leonard had a moment of confusion and surprise in his eyes, and then he restrained all his expressions, as if he didn't know you.

  The corners of his mouth slowly raised an arc, retracted his sight, and passed by the other party.

  Walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Renekton stepped forward and tilted his head slightly, pretending to listen.

  "I have reached a certain cooperation with the night. When seizing the conqueror's characteristics, chanting His name will receive a secret blessing."

  Sasriel's voice echoed in his mind for a while, and then fell silent.

  With a complicated sigh, without much words. Sasriel must not have finished his words. If it was just a simple cooperation, there was no need to block me out. What else did they discuss? It is likely related to me. He

  kept thinking about things in his mind, and Renekton kept walking forward, looking for an empty corner, raised his hand and opened a "door" in the air, and stepped into it.

  South of the bridge, in the Harvest Church.

  Renekton walked out of the corner at the back of the church. Father Utravsky, who was praying in front of the Holy Emblem of the Earth, and Emlyn, who was wiping the long table, looked at Renekton at the same time, and then looked away.

  "Good morning, Father. I'm here to pray."

  Renekton walked up to Father Utravsky, greeted him, and then found a seat behind the priest.

  He closed his eyes, clasped his hands, put them in front of his mouth and nose, and began to pray in a low voice:

  "Thank you, the source of life;

  praise you, the mother of all things;

  praise you, the Mother Earth!"

  "Your faithful believers pray to you."

  Renekton felt a little dazed, and he felt that he had fallen into a dream again, but this time he was not left alone.

  He appeared in a vibrant field, surrounded by gurgling springs, wheat ears swaying in the breeze, various herbs and flowers, and even many translucent small animals running like bubbles. As

  Renekton looked into the distance, he saw a simple baby surrounded by wheat ears, flowers and spring symbols. This was a huge holy emblem of life.

  Immediately, he looked down with a sense of something. Under his feet, there was a gurgling spring water wrapped with petals and leaves, forming lines of words:

  "Sequence 6: Biologist, can hybridize various creatures, and has a deep understanding of the characteristics of creatures; but before becoming a demigod, these products lack souls."

  "Main materials: rhizomes of ancient golden oaks, a heart of an adult unicorn;

  auxiliary materials: 30 ml of water from the golden spring of Sonia Island, a golden crown sunflower, and 20 ml of blood from a wilderness black wolf."

  After Renekton wrote down the biologist's formula, the dream quietly shattered.

  In the prayer hall, Renekton opened his eyes again and stood up, bowing to the holy emblem of life in front of him.

  Judging from Lilith's attitude, when I was in Feynaport, my contact with the Church of the Earth was also intended by her to go with the flow. Is she for the part of the mother nest sealed in the western continent?

  Renekton felt that his guess was most likely correct. Lilith was different from the other true gods. Her path belonged to the outer gods of the starry sky.

  In order to regain her own authority and complete her own status, the fallen mother goddess has been trying to influence the two paths of the moon and the mother. And as time goes by, this influence becomes more and more serious.

  The debts on my body are getting more and more!

  "Have you finished praying?"

  Emlyn had put down the rag in his hand at some point, and asked with a confused and uneasy look.

  Renekton turned his head and looked at Emlyn's rather tangled expression. This guy looked like the blood clan was already tricking him into praying to the Fool?

  Resisting the urge to pat the other person on the shoulder, he nodded gently and said,

  "Well, what can I do for you?"

  Emlyn took a deep breath and said as if he had made up his mind,

  "I have something to ask you."

  "Let's go talk to one side." Renekton pointed to the table and chairs in the corner of the church.  Chapter 238 The Conflicted Emlyn

  In the corner of the prayer hall of the Harvest Church, as soon as Emlyn sat down, he couldn't wait to lower his voice and said,

  "Do you know the 'Fool'?"

  "It's the Fool whose believers and followers many people in Backlund have been looking for in recent times."

  Renekton looked at Emlyn for a long time with a smile on his face, then slowly said,

  "I'm not a bounty hunter, so I don't know much about these news in Backlund."

  "However, I do know something about the 'Fool'. What? You blood clan won't help you solve the problem of psychological suggestion, so you plan to try to pray to the Fool yourself?"

  "I" Emlyn fell silent, and after a long while he said hesitantly,

  "I'm not that stupid. Praying to an unknown evil god, what's the difference between that and suicide? Isn't it more ugly to die?"

  "This is the revelation of the ancestor!"

  "Are you sure this is not a trick from your blood clan's high-level people?"

  Renekton questioned Emlyn's words.

  His face suddenly became serious, and he raised his chin slightly. His scarlet eyes revealed a hint of arrogance as he spoke:

  "This is a revelation from the ancestor. No blood clan dares to forge it or lie about it!"

  "Also, I haven't told you yet. How do you know that this is what our blood clan's high-level told me?"

  "It's not hard to guess."

  Renekton leaned back and leaned slightly on the back of his chair. He said in a calm but confident voice:

  "Your ancestor has rarely responded to your prayers since the catastrophe. Now that He has given a revelation, it must be that something big is about to happen."

  "Compared to those dukes and earls, you are just an ordinary blood clan who is no more than a hundred years old. How could your ancestor give you the revelation alone?"

  Emlyn swallowed a little. He wanted to refute that he was not an ordinary blood clan, but one of the key people in the ancestor's revelation.

  This is the secret of the blood clan and cannot be easily exposed. He gritted his teeth, comforted himself in his heart, and decided not to argue with the ignorant guy in front of him.

  Then he sighed again and asked in a rather tangled voice:

  "So, do you think I should pray to the Fool?"

  "Do you believe in your ancestor?"

  Renekton asked back.

  "Of course I do!" Emlyn answered without hesitation.

  Oh. Renekton chuckled and continued to say with Emlyn's puzzled eyes:

  "Then do you think your ancestor would tell you the name of a very dangerous evil god without any cover-up or instructions?"

  "If He directly told you the name of the Fool, it means that the Fool is not a very dangerous evil god."

  "But. Even if it is not very dangerous, there is still a possibility of danger!"

  Emlyn frowned and said in a tangled tone.

  Although he was still worried about the possible danger in his words, he was indeed shaken in his heart.

  This is a preparation for the end of the world. It is normal to have danger. I am one of the keys to the revelation given by the ancestor!

  "When you work hard for the future of the blood race, the followers of your ancestors will naturally fall on you!"

  Renekton's self-narration interrupted Emlyn's self-strategy in his heart.

  "Ah?" Emlyn asked in confusion: "I am already the key to the revelation of the ancestors."

  He suddenly fell silent, realizing that he had said too much, and wanted to cover his mouth in embarrassment.

  Renekton shook his head speechlessly. This guy is really naive! The high-level officials of the blood race just fooled him with a few words, and the key is that after believing it, he actually succeeded!

  Emlyn shut up in shame and annoyance, leaning on the back of the chair, supporting his forehead with one hand, and his thoughts continued to scatter.

  At least, to this day, no one has heard of anyone who has suffered a tragic fate because of praying to the "Fool". Perhaps as Lord Nibais said, the "Fool" is like the spiritual world praying for the Pure Light, a lawful, enthusiastic secret existence.

  Emlyn looked up at Renekton who was sitting opposite him, cleared his throat and said,

  "Do you know what the Seven Pure Lights of the Spirit World are? Are they really lawful, enthusiastic secret beings?"

  Although he didn't understand why Emlyn's topic jumped so quickly, Renekton nodded slightly and gave an answer:

  "That's true. They have also established a secret organization called the Brotherhood of Pure Light with many creatures from the spirit world to teach people knowledge."

  "In a sense, they are direct subordinates of the 'Fool' you mentioned."

  "Subordinates?" Emlyn was stunned for a moment. He wanted to refute. Aren't the Seven Pure Lights of the Spirit World secret beings? How could they be someone else's subordinates?     Do great beings of this level also have subordinate relationships, just like angels and gods?

  With a long sigh, Emlyn stood up, forced a very forced smile on his face, and bowed slightly to Rekton, saying,

  "Thank you for telling me. I'm going back to calm down. Perhaps in the near future, I will really recite the honorific name of the 'Fool'."

  "Go home? Have you finished your work today?" Rekton raised his eyebrows and asked back.

  Emlyn paused and replied with gritted teeth,

  "It's better for you not to speak!"

  House No. 15, Minsk Street, Cherwood District.

  The old butler of the King of Edessak stood in front of House No. 15 in a well-cut long swallowtail and rang the doorbell next to it.

  Soon, the door was opened by Klein from the inside.

  The old butler took two steps forward and saluted without arrogance or losing his status, saying,

  "Detective Moriarty, His Royal Highness is waiting for you in the carriage at the corner of the street. He hopes to know the progress of the investigation."

  "Okay." Klein responded calmly. He

  turned back to the hall and was about to take the hat off the coat rack when his stomach suddenly ached, the kind that made him want to squat on the toilet.

  He had no choice but to turn around and apologize to the old housekeeper helplessly:   "

  I'm very sorry, I'm going to the bathroom first, my stomach suddenly feels uncomfortable." The old housekeeper responded without any abnormal expression:   "You are free."   About seven or eight minutes later, Klein came out of the bathroom and returned to the hallway. The old housekeeper was no longer there. Only a maid with brown natural curls was there.   Seeing Klein coming over, she saluted meticulously and said:   "His Royal Highness asked me to apologize to you. He has something else to do and can't wait too long. Please go to Red Rose Manor tomorrow or the afternoon after tomorrow."   I have done my best. It's less than ten minutes. If I had a newspaper, I could squat for a while longer.   Sighing in his heart, Klein forced a smile and said:   "No problem."   After getting the answer, the maid chuckled and said:   "Detective Moriarty, you and that lady missed each other again."   "Ah?" Klein looked at the other party with a little confusion.   The maid lowered her voice and said,   "That lady was with His Royal Highness this time. She suggested to visit you on a detour."   In the end, I missed it because of a stomachache? . Is this also arranged by 0-08? . But isn't it in the same group as the lady who killed Talim?   In the Queen's District, in a room covered with soft thick carpets.   A held feather pen stopped writing.   On the notebook below it, there were many traces of smudges on the lines of words:   "The target tried to break free from control, but unfortunately, detective Sherlock Moriarty had left before she went downstairs."   "The target tried to influence the maids around her, but the butler Finkel accidentally discovered the problem and took corresponding measures."   (Smudges)   "The target went off track and attended Talim's funeral in place of Prince Edessak. However, she soon returned to normal and found that she could not recognize the detective Sherlock Moriarty."   "Al Tynes appeared at Talim's funeral for some reason. He tried to influence the target and tell the target some information, but at this time the steam machinery next to it happened to explode, which happened to affect a passing Rose School demigod, who locked his eyes on Al Tynes who had just exuded spirituality."   "The target did not hear clearly the information Al Tynes told her, and she was soon taken away by Prince Edessak and lost the opportunity to contact Al Tynes."   (Smudges)   "The target once deviated from the track and instigated Prince Edsak to visit detective Sherlock Moriarty. Unfortunately, Sherlock Moriarty had a stomachache and stayed in the bathroom for a while, which was exactly the time the prince could not wait."   Putting down the classical feather pen in his hand, Ince Zangwill looked at the woman on the side and said in a deep voice:   "What did you put on her? Breaking through the restrictions again and again will cause big problems."   "It's just an accident, don't worry too much, there won't be any problems."   A lady wearing a pure white simple robe, with her hair loosely tied up, and a bright and brilliant face responded with a charming smile on her face.   Then she slowly applied various things on her face, put on clothes and jewelry with a relaxed posture, and she became more and more bright and attractive.   She casually glanced at the classical feather pen placed on the table by Ince Zangwill, and said with a smile on her lips:   "Be careful with this feather pen in your hand. Last time you almost exchanged bodies with someone."   "No need for you to remind me." Ince Zangwill responded with a stern face.   (End of this chapter) Chapter 239: Cyclic Exploration

  Backlund time, 3pm.

  A crimson tide of light rose in front of Renekton's eyes, quickly drowning his vision.

  After a moment of trance, he looked up again and found himself in the magnificent ancient palace above the gray fog, with slightly blurred figures sitting in their respective seats.

  Renekton's eyes were fixed on Derrick, the little sun, who was sitting next to him. His expression seemed to be frozen on his face, and it became worse and worse until a trace of fear emerged.

  At this moment, Derrick had a series of memories in his mind:

  collapsed city walls, blue and white buildings, the temple of the True Creator, and the murals that described the scene when the end of the world came, and the True Creator resisted the six evil gods and protected the remaining humans.

  There was also the beautiful and dangerous "mushroom", and the strange yellow-haired boy Jack.

  The same thing, he and the chief had experienced five times, but no one found any problem.

  The more he recalled his extra memories, the more creepy Derrick felt.

  After Miss Justice greeted Mr. Fool and everyone in a relaxed and joyful manner, Renekton turned to look at Little Sun beside him and asked directly:

  "It seems that you, Silver City, encountered something bad when exploring that temple?"

  As a spectator, Justice Audrey also looked over at the first time. When she greeted everyone just now, she keenly noticed that Mr. Sun's mood was very wrong.

  Derrick took a deep breath, as if he had grabbed a straw called hope, and recounted everything he had encountered in full.

  Even the tiny differences in each exploration were recounted one by one.

  Finally, he added:

  "After the little boy was eliminated by the Chief, we all closed our eyes, and then woke up again in the camp outside the city and started a new exploration."

  "This process was repeated five times. If it weren't for Mr. Fool's reminder, I wouldn't even know that I have been repeating the same life all this time!"

  At the top of the bronze table, Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, was still a little confused. He didn't know what Little Sun had encountered.

  He could only maintain his original posture and nodded slightly in response. Without understanding the reason, the superior could not speak rashly.

  He stared at Mr. Fool, and the other party's calm state made him feel much more at ease.

  He turned to look at the other members and asked sincerely:

  "Do you know what the root cause of the problem is? How to solve it?"

  The most enthusiastic Justice Audrey instinctively wanted to speak, but found that she had no clue at all, and she couldn't even guess.

  Magician Fors was in a similar state.

  Renekton leaned back slightly, leaning against the back of the chair and said:

  "The fate cycle of the mercury serpent."

  "What is the mercury serpent? What is the fate cycle?"

  Little Sun Derrick asked anxiously.

  "Fate cycle?" The gloomy world also asked under Klein's manipulation.

  "What is the mercury serpent? What is the fate cycle? It sounds so high-end." This is the idea shared by Justice Audrey and Magician Fors at the moment.

  The Hanged Man, Alger, frowned slightly in thought. His original guess was that it was a nightmare or hallucination ability of the demigod level, or that they were trapped in a strange spatial state.

  Mercury Serpent? Is this the name of a high-sequence in the Path of Destiny? Does the White Tower mean that the Sun and the others are experiencing a cycle of fate?

  Renekton maintained his posture, as if he was recalling something. After a pause, he slowly spoke:

  "Mercury Serpent is Sequence One of the Path of Destiny. Extraordinary people at this stage have already mastered some of the authority of fate."

  "They can activate the cycle of fate and put people into a strange state, where time keeps flowing to a certain extent, but is fixed within a certain range, and cycles back and forth."

  "You are exploring the temple of the real Creator, and there happens to be an Angel of Destiny, Ouroboros, under His seat!"

  "Perhaps you have triggered some of His powers or characteristics left behind during your exploration."

  "Then what should we do?"

  Little Sun Derrick asked hurriedly.

  Huh~ Renekton sighed, his voice filled with helplessness:

  "There will be a node in the cycle of fate. You just need to find it and break it, and you can break away from the endless cycle of fate."

  "As for what the node is, I don't know without exploring it myself."

  "This..." Little Sun Derrick was stunned for a moment, and his state was a little lost. If we can't find that node, we will be trapped in the cycle forever.

  The Hanged Man Alger came back to his senses from his memories, he cleared his throat, and pondered:     "I may have some guesses about that node!"

  "That little boy Jack?"

  Justice Audrey guessed with great interest.

  "Yes." The Hanged Man Alger nodded slightly, and after a little consideration, he looked at Miss Justice and said:

  "Did I mention that I once hunted down a listener of the Aurora Society at sea. His purpose of going out to sea was to find the sanctuary of the true Creator."

  Audrey recalled carefully for a while, and said uncertainly:

  "It seems that this happened."

  The Hanged Man Alger immediately said in a deep voice:

  "The listener also brought his child, and the age is very close to Jack described by the Sun."

  "You mean, that Jack came from your world to the vicinity of Silver City?"

  Derrick was stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise.

  After a short period of precipitation, he felt inexplicably happy in his heart. This meant that the area where Silver City was located was not completely sealed off, and they still had a chance to leave and enter the normal world where Mr. Hanged Man and his friends were.

  The Hanged Man Alger also thought of this question. After a little thought, he suggested:

  "You can find a chance to mention the Sonia Sea, the Kingdom of Loen and the port city to the little boy Jack. Maybe there will be a different reaction."

  "Also, the key point may not be on the little boy. We need to consider other possibilities."

  "Are there murals in that temple? Ouroboros has a hobby of painting. Maybe there will be clues."

  Renekton reminded him at the right time.

  "Why do you know this?" This is the doubt in the hearts of all members of the Tarot Club.

  They even began to speculate whether Renekton and the Aurora Club have any secret connection.

  Is this angel's hobby well-known? How come I don't know. Magician Fors silently complained in his heart.

  The Hanged Man Alger stared at Renekton in silence for a second. He knows too many secrets, which many high-sequence strongmen may not know. Is he the favored one of Renburg? But why did he join the Tarot Club? Is this a secret cooperation between great beings?

  The Hanged Man Alger couldn't help but quietly look at Mr. Fool, who was at the top. The figure covered by the gray fog was still sitting there leisurely, as if he was outside the world, and quietly watching everything.

  Justice Audrey keenly observed Mr. Hanged Man's small movements, and at the same time made similar guesses in her heart.

  Do you gossip with the one who is living in you every day?

  Klein, who was covered by the gray fog, wanted to complain about him, but considering Mr. Fool's image, he had to hold back.

  "Yes."

  Little Sun Derrick nodded quickly, and then after obtaining Mr. Fool's consent, he materialized the temple scene he had seen:

  it was a mural of the real creator and the six evil gods fighting against each other when the catastrophe came, protecting the remaining humans.

  "Which evil gods are these?"

  Alger looked at the octopus-headed monster with lightning wrapped around his body, black waves under his feet, feather wind on his back, and a trident in his hand, and he had some associations in his heart.

  This is the Lord you believe in! . Renekton raised his hand to press his lips and added a sentence in his heart.

  Justice Audrey's eyes moved from the image of the little sun to Renekton. In her impression, Mr. Baita was the most knowledgeable one among the crowd:

  "Mr. Baita, do you know who these evil gods on the mural are?"

  Miss Justice did not expect that she would be the first to ask her a question. Renekton hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking:

  "Steam only ascended to the throne at the end of the last era, which was long after the so-called catastrophe."

  "Ah?" Audrey was stunned for a moment. Renekton's answer was not what she expected.

  What does this have to do with the God of Steam? Before He became a god, the other seven gods, no, six gods, six gods, happened to have six evil gods on the mural.

  She put her eyes back on the mural that was manifested by the little sun, and carefully observed the image contained in each image.

  What does this have to do with the God of Steam? As a believer of the God of Steam, Fors recalled the church books she had read in a daze, and there was no record of the so-called catastrophe.

  As expected, with a sigh in his heart, Klein manipulated the small world and spoke in a hoarse voice:

  "I have seen similar statues."

  After attracting everyone's attention, he paused and continued:

  "During an adventure to explore the ruins of the Fourth Epoch."

  After that, he pretended to ask Mr. Fool and materialized the six statues of gods and the corresponding holy emblems in the ruins with the Red Angel Evil Spirit.

  It's really embarrassing to perform in front of people who know my background! . After completing a performance, Klein sighed silently. Chapter 240 Tarot Club in Progress

  With the six gods statues in normal form that Klein materialized, and Renekton's words just now, everyone reacted instantly.

  Blasphemy! This is blasphemy against the goddess! Audrey shouted a few words in her heart with some anger, but soon calmed down.

  The True Creator and the Seven Gods have always been in a hostile relationship, and it is predictable that believers would vilify the image of the goddess. But, don't the true gods only have symbols? Why is there a human-shaped statue of the goddess in the underground ruins explored by Mr. World?

  Audrey frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

  The Hanged Man Alger sighed with realization:

  "It turns out that the six gods once had human images."

  "But what do they have to do with the end of the world? What do they have to do with the earth we are on being abandoned by the Lord?"

  Little Sun Derrick asked subconsciously.

  Renekton leaned back in his chair and explained to the little sun beside him in a lazy manner:

  "The silent darkness that makes people disappear is the authority of the Goddess of Night, the various monsters that are born in the darkness belong to the authority of the Hanged Man, and the frequent lightning is the authority of the Lord of Storms."

  "The remaining divine power of the other gods should also have other manifestations in you. It's just that you didn't notice it or didn't encounter it."

  In other words, in the distant past, most likely in the early Fourth Epoch or even the Third Epoch, the six gods at that time really had a fight with the True Creator that affected an entire continent.

  Is this the reason why the True Creator was the mainstream belief in the past, and the churches of other gods were all secret organizations?

  Klein thought of a lot in an instant, but because of the gray fog, no one noticed that Mr. Fool himself was also lost in thought like them.

  When everyone was lost in their own thoughts, the sound of the bronze long table being knocked suddenly rang in their ears.

  Justice Audrey immediately turned her head and looked at Mr. Fool with a little excitement, waiting excitedly for the hint He was about to give.

  The rest of the people also cast their expectant eyes towards Mr. Fool.

  In the thick gray fog, Klein the Fool chuckled:

  "Redemption Rose."

  "Redemption Rose?" What is this? A node to get rid of the cycle? Oh, right, there is this name in the corner of a mural above the temple!

  With the reminder of Mr. Fool, Little Sun Derrick remembered this detail that he had not noticed before.

  "Dear Mr. Fool, what does Redemption Rose represent?"

  Audrey raised her hand and asked curiously.

  But this time Mr. Fool did not respond.

  Little Sun Derrick looked at Mr. Fool at the top with gratitude, although He did not give more specific information.

  Then he turned his head and looked at Renekton next to him, and said in a very sincere tone:

  "Mr. Baita, do you have any suggestions for the next exploration?"

  "Try different ways to find the nodes of the fate cycle."

  "The memory loss caused by the cycle is not difficult to solve. You just need to pray to Mr. Fool at a fixed time and ask Him to restore your memory for you."

  "If you even forget to pray, then ask Mr. Fool for help now."

  As he spoke, Renekton glanced at Mr. Fool in the gray fog at the top.

  Little Sun was stunned for a moment. If I ask Mr. Fool to restore my memory every once in a while, is it too much trouble for Him?

  "Okay."

  When Little Sun looked over with some hesitation, Klein in the gray fog responded leisurely.

  Let Mr. Fool help Mr. Sun restore his memory every once in a while? Mr. Fool actually agreed. As a great being, He is so kind!

  Audrey has silently praised Mr. Fool in her mind.

  Is it still possible? It seems that it is okay. Mr. Fool usually doesn't mind that I come to Mr. Fool's kingdom every full moon to avoid the influence of the whispers. It is also a trivial matter for Mr. Fool, but He agreed.

  Magician Fors was surprised in his heart, and then he nodded slightly, thinking that it was natural.

  "Thank you, great Mr. Fool."

  Little Sun Derrick was very excited to salute Mr. Fool at the top and thank him, and then he turned his eyes to Renekton next to him:

  "Thank you too, Mr. White Tower, Mr. Hanged Man, Miss Justice, Miss Magician, thank you for your advice and help."

  Derrick thanked everyone very seriously, and then sat down again.

  The matter of the Silver City Exploration Team has come to an end for the time being, and today's Tarot Club has returned to normal procedures.

  Justice Audrey looked at the top of the bronze table and spoke first,

  "Mr. Fool, there are three more Roselle diaries this time. I still owe seven."

  Magician Fors quickly followed suit,

  "Mr. Fool, I also received a reply. There will be new Roselle diaries next time."

  "Very good."     The Fool, who was shrouded in gray fog, responded calmly, as if he didn't care.

  After a simple process, Klein got the diary that Miss Justice had materialized and began to read it with expectation.

  After everyone waited for a while, they heard the Fool's calm voice as if nothing had happened:

  "You can start the transaction."

  Magician Fors immediately turned to look at Miss Justice on the same side and said expectantly:

  "I have received a reply. My teacher has the Eye of the Mirror Dragon. The price is 1,000 pounds."

  Miss Magician was still conservative. The premium was so small. As the source of liquidity for the Tarot Club, Miss Justice had no shortage of gold pounds.

  Renekton, who was sitting opposite, sighed silently in his heart.

  "1,000 pounds?" Audrey didn't expect to get news about the materials for the psychiatrist's potion so soon, and asked back subconsciously as if to confirm.

  Fors struggled for a while and decided that if Miss Justice thought the price was too high, she would reduce the price by 100 pounds. After all, she would make a profit.

  As soon as Fors's idea came into being, she heard Miss Justice's somewhat delighted voice continue to say:

  "Okay, deal!"

  Just now, you agreed? . Did I pay too little for the premium? Fors felt a little confused for a moment.

  After finalizing the details with Miss Justice and agreeing on the payment time and the time for the delivery of extraordinary materials, Fors turned to look at the Hanged Man, the Sun, the White Tower and the men of the World:

  "Do you have meteorite crystals or Lava octopus blood crystals?"

  This is the main material for the magic potion of the Sequence Seven Astrologer. A few days ago, Mr. Lawrence had told Fors the main material of this formula so that she could collect the materials in advance.

  Mr. World sold so many materials last time, maybe he would have information. While thinking, Fors looked at the gloomy world.

  Seeing that Renekton had no intention of speaking, Klein, who was in the gray fog at the top, controlled the trumpet world himself and said in a hoarse voice:

  "I have clues about the meteorite crystal, but I'm not sure if I can get it."

  While speaking, he turned his eyes to Renekton. The meteorite crystals harvested from Amon's Tomb last time were all taken away by the mysterious queen.

  However, it seems that the extraordinary materials in Amon's Tomb are concentrated in the three paths of fortune tellers, apprentices and thieves. Is this what Amon did on purpose? Or is it the result of the attraction between extraordinary characteristics?

  "No problem, I'm not in a hurry."

  Fors nodded slightly, and she tried to make her tone calm.

  She was very happy to get information about a material so quickly. Thinking back to the process of collecting materials from the magician before, it was really tormenting!

  "Even in the vast ocean, Lava octopuses rarely appear, but I will help you keep an eye out."

  The Hanged Man Alger also said carefully.

  "Okay, thank you very much." Fors responded with a smile. So far, the collection of materials this time has been quite smooth.

  There was a brief silence for two seconds, and Klein manipulated the small world to speak:

  "Everyone, does anyone know any clues about mermaids?"

  Everyone's main attention fell on the Hanged Man and Renekton. The former had been active in the sea, and the latter was the most knowledgeable among the crowd.

  "There are rumors of mermaids in the Misty Sea, but it is impossible to tell whether they are true or not."

  The Hanged Man responded in a deep voice. Mermaids? Is it the material of his potion or the part of the ritual? If it is a ritual, then the world is at least Sequence 6.

  "There are dead mermaids in the depths of the Misty Sea, in the ruins of the God War, in the Church of Night, and in the underworld

  . I don't know if they are still useful, but you can ask the Seven Lights." "It depends on which route you want to choose. As long as there is something of equal value, the Church of Night will definitely not refuse."

  Even if you go directly for free, the goddess will probably not refuse. She has invested so much, and this mermaid is not a big deal. Renekton continued to add in his heart.

  "I understand."

  The gloomy world nodded slowly, and his voice was hoarse and no emotional fluctuations could be heard.

  The transaction ended here, and everyone began to exchange information about their respective areas.

  When the exchange came to an end, Klein, who had been watching, recalled what had happened recently:

  the mysterious lady beside Prince Edessak, the ring she carried that was suspected to be a Level 0 seal, the traces of 0-08 arrangements around him, and the increasingly frequent actions of the Aurora Society in the East District and the Dock District.

  He hesitated and decided to remind Miss Justice and Miss Magician in Backlund, and then manipulated his trumpet. Mr. World said hoarsely:

  "Ladies and gentlemen, I have received some news recently, which shows that something big is brewing in Backlund, and this may lead to a tragedy."

  "What big thing?" Miss Justice in Backlund asked with concern.

  "I don't know." The world shook his head calmly.