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 Chapter 251 Mr. Azik

  Wandering in the spirit world, Renekton's spirituality was suddenly touched. He stopped moving forward and looked in the direction where his inspiration was touched with a little curiosity.

  Klein was communicating with a man with bronze skin and soft features.

  As if disturbed by Renekton's gaze, the man looked up in Renekton's direction, and a cold and indifferent gaze seemed to penetrate the spirit world and see him.

  Renekton walked out of the spirit world directly, and his figure quickly appeared opposite Klein and Azik.

  Holding the strange crown covered with rust and blood in his hand, he took two steps forward and smiled:

  "Good afternoon, both of you, it seems that you have not been affected too much."

  "Fortunately, I was just hit by a meteor shower, chased by someone, and lost my way and broke into the advent ceremony of the real creator."

  After briefly recounting his experience, Klein himself felt that his experience this afternoon was dreamy and bizarre.

  Azik glanced at Renekton, his eyes lingered on the strange crown in his hand, and then he stared at Renekton's eyes for a long time, as if he was recalling and confirming something.

  Being stared at by Azik, even if the other party had no ill intentions and did not use any extraordinary abilities, Renekton still felt a kind of hair stand on end.

  It is worthy of being a way to kill people with just a glance. It is obviously just an ordinary eye contact, but it still arouses my instinctive vigilance.

  "You seem to know me?" Azik said with a somewhat firm tone.

  Renekton was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the other party to ask this question. He nodded gently and said:

  "I know a senior member of the Spiritual Cult. He mentioned you in the letter he sent me before."

  "He asked me to remind you if I meet you by chance: Don't trust the people of the Spiritual Cult, especially the royal faction and the artificial death god faction. They may have some other purposes for you."

  Klein looked at Mr. Azik beside him with surprise. Spiritual Cult? Mr. Azik was a member of the Spiritual Cult before?

  Azik frowned slightly, as if he was exploring his memory, and after a moment he said:

  "The Spirit Cult? I don't have any memory of them."

  Renekton weighed his words and explained:

  "This is normal. After all, they are mainly active in the southern continent."

  "What you need to pay attention to is the leader of the royal faction of the Spirit Cult. He may be the Pale Emperor of Sequence One, or he may hold a seal of corresponding status."

  "Your path has been modified by the former Grim Reaper. The higher-ranking ones have absolute suppression over the lower-ranking ones."

  Having said this, Renekton remembered the Hell Admiral who was suppressed by Mr. Azik and turned into a puppet, and sighed in his heart: The suppression of the higher-ranking ones over the lower-ranking ones in the Grim Reaper path is simply outrageous!

  "Thank you for telling me."

  Azik nodded to Renekton and said in a flat voice without much emotion:

  "I remember that I stayed in the sequence of the undead for a long time. Now it seems that my sequence may be higher than I expected."

  After a slight pause, he continued:

  "I have forgotten some memories and am looking for my past identity. You seem to know something. Can you tell me?"

  Renekton nodded slightly and said:

  "I only know your most famous identity."

  In Azik's expectant eyes and Klein's curious eyes, Renekton continued:

  "The Death Archon of the Balam Empire in the southern continent was the child of the God of Death."

  "Death Archon is both the title you gave to help the God of Death rule the Balam Empire, and the name of the sequence you are in."

  "I don't know more."

  Hearing this, Azik closed his eyes as if he was reminiscing. After a long time, he opened his eyes again, with a look of slight surprise and confusion, as if he had recalled some memories beyond his imagination.

  Then he sighed and said,

  "Thank you for telling me. This reminds me of some memories. Although it's not very clear, I may really be the Death Archon of the Balam Empire."

  "It's just some unimportant information. Maybe one day you will meet an old friend and learn more from them."

  Renekton waved his hand gently, then his eyes fell back on the strange crown in his hand and said,

  "I still have to deal with it. I'll take my leave first."

  As he said that, Renekton stretched out his free left hand and made a grasping and rotating door-opening motion in mid-air.

  A burst of light blue light spread out like ripples, and a "door" connected to a place in the spirit world was opened in front of him.

  After Klein and Azik nodded in greeting, Renekton stepped in directly, and the illusory "door" disappeared.

  Azik quickly retracted his gaze and said in a calm voice:

  "The strange crown in his hand is also a Level 0 Sealed Item."

  "But compared to the feather pen in Ince Zangwill's hand, the one in his hand is more like a pure angel-level Beyonder characteristic."     "Level 0 Sealed Artifact?"

  Klein swallowed unconsciously. The Level 0 Sealed Artifact he was most familiar with was 0-08. That feather pen made him realize how strange and terrifying Level 0 Sealed Artifacts were.

  Then he turned to look at Klein and reminded him,

  "You'd better stay away from Backlund in the near future. Ince Zangwill may use that Level 0 Sealed Artifact to retaliate against you, relying on your pseudonym."

  "As long as you don't move around in Backlund, there will be no problem. The impact of that sealed artifact will not exceed one metropolis." It

  's almost the same as I guessed. There is a range limit, otherwise Ince Zangwill would not have stayed in Backlund. After a little thought, Klein asked carefully,

  "Is it okay to go back to Backlund for a day or half a day? I can change my identity and appearance."

  "No big problem."

  Azik nodded slightly, then turned his head and glanced back at the distance that could no longer be seen, and said in a very calm voice,

  "I seem to have been targeted by a powerful existence of the Church of Evernight. You'd better not stay with me, so as not to be affected."

  "Hehe, they are always interested in the extraordinary characteristics related to the god of death."

  "Well," Klein nodded heavily, and then explained his plan again:

  "I'm going to go out to sea, digesting the potion while looking for mermaids. This is the ritual I need for my promotion."

  Azik tilted his head and recalled for a moment, saying:

  "Mermaids? Can I turn into undead mermaids? I can find at least four."

  "No," Klein shook his head helplessly.

  He had asked for clues about mermaids at the Tarot Club before. After getting the answer from Renekton, he used the ritual to ask Red Light El Moria about this question. The answer he got was:

  The singing of mermaids is a kind of neutralization, a balance, used to help the promoted resist the corruption of their "spiritual body line" by the "Master of Secret Puppetry" potion.

  In theory, as long as there is a sound or extraordinary ability with similar effects, it can replace the singing of mermaids, but people who have not experienced it personally cannot distinguish the subtle differences at all.

  The analysis and simulation capabilities of the reader's path may be able to produce a sound that replaces the singing of mermaids, but the premise is that they have seen and analyzed the singing of mermaids. Otherwise, this ritual can be easily solved by asking Al for help.

  Azik nodded slightly, no longer mentioning the undead mermaid. Instead, he took out a glove that was so thin that it looked like human skin from his pocket and handed it to Klein, saying,

  "This is the relic of the pirate general. I have awakened the relevant memory and no longer need it. I have sealed it. It is not usually hungry, but after each use, it must be fed with the flesh and soul of a human."

  "If you have any questions, you can contact me through messages."

  Minsk Street, Cherwood District.

  Rekton's figure quickly appeared in the room.

  He immediately found a small metal box and temporarily placed the Conqueror's characteristics in it, isolating it with the spiritual wall.

  Then he took out the prophet potion materials that had been prepared long ago, raised his right hand slightly, and a ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in his palm.

  One by one, stars emerged on the surrounding walls, densely packed and dazzling. .

  These stars cast one after another brilliance, building a barrier that isolates the inside and the outside.

  Then, he took out a prophet's property wrapped in translucent amber from the secret pocket inside his coat. The outer layer of translucent amber instantly turned into star-like light and dissipated.

  He gently raised his hand, and the crystal-like prophet's property automatically floated into the air.

  Then, the materials that had been prepared long ago floated up one by one, mixed with the prophet's property, swirled in the air, merged, and finally turned into a silver-white liquid and fell into the transparent glass bottle.

  Renekton brought the glass bottle containing the prophet's potion to his eyes and carefully looked at the potion.

  It was pure silver-white, and strange symbols kept floating in it. These strange symbols entangled and influenced each other, forming closed circles.

  It took some time, hoping that the effect of the ritual had not yet passed.

  Renekton whispered softly, and then poured the potion directly into his mouth.

  The moment the potion entered his mouth, Renekton felt that he was in a trance, and there were layers of things around him that continuously appeared in his eyes and engraved in his mind.

  This was a more uncomfortable feeling than the knowledge inculcation of the Hidden Sage. The knowledge inculcated was always limited, but at this moment, Renekton felt that the whole world had changed in his eyes. All things reflected corresponding information, and they wanted to be reflected in his eyes and into his mind.

  As his thoughts gradually became chaotic, an inexplicably familiar, unique, and clear trace came into his eyes. It surrounded him like an invisible barrier, blocking the erosion of most information.

  It was like a ball of black ink, dyeing all the colors close to it black.  Chapter 252: Prophet and Mystic

  After easing up, Renekton began to find himself again and gather his thoughts.

  In his cognition, the information that swarmed into his eyes and engraved in his mind was now all materialized into countless intertwined silver-white lines, colliding, entangled, and affecting each other.

  They are like traces of the existence of all things, from birth to now, and stretching into the future.

  It seems that as long as you look, you can clearly see their past and future.

  All the silver-white lines intertwine with each other and converge into a vast river. It transcends time and space and belongs to the long river of fate.

  Is it a manifestation of the long river of fate? . After coming back to his senses, Renekton whispered to himself.

  His eyes looked towards the somewhat illusory future, where the silver-white lines were entangled and chaotic, and even spread out branches, as if there were countless possible developments, like a mess.

  Only by the development of the past and the present can we judge the general direction of the future.

  When the attention is focused on a certain thin line, or a certain place, one can rely on one's own judgment to sort them out and find the most likely future.

  Retracting his gaze, Renekton looked back according to his feelings, and he soon found the eye-white thin lines that belonged to his own destiny.

  They were one after another, like a fishing net scattered in the water, constantly shaking and entangled under the wash of the water.

  Because this was his own destiny, Renekton saw it very clearly. Looking back at the past destiny, he had a very abrupt and uncoordinated feeling.

  It was as if the destiny was cut off and then re-grafted. Just staring at it, Renekton knew what was going on.

  Then he looked at the future again, and the densely packed semi-illusory silver thin lines spread out countless branches, making it impossible to tell which one was the real future.

  Renekton's eyes kept looking further away, and the direction of these destiny branches was very unified. They were moving towards a fixed future, and in places that were not clear, they merged with a larger destiny, just like streams merging into the sea.

  What does this mean? The world will eventually perish? Is the original creator destined to awaken? Or have I lived to the end of the universe?

  Renekton wondered for a moment, and soon he felt that his spirituality was unstable, as if his act of peeping into the future had consumed too much spirituality.

  Then he restrained his spirituality and gaze, and the silver-white around him quickly faded and disappeared. The desk, wall, wall lamp, bookshelf, everything returned to normal. The scene he saw just now was just like an illusion when he was dizzy.

  "I didn't expect that the way the prophet peeked into the future was like this. It felt like a combination of mystical divination and big data deduction."

  Renekton leaned back in his chair and muttered to himself, then closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body.

  The Sequence 4 prophet only added an extraordinary ability called "Eye of Destiny".

  Its effect is just like what Renekton saw just now. He can see the traces of the fate of the surrounding things. Relying on knowledge, connection and understanding, he can deduce the most likely one of the countless futures.

  In addition, there are many higher-level mystical knowledge in the field of fate in his mind, but these can only be regarded as by-products of the Eye of Destiny ability.

  At the same time, the ability of the pre-sequence was also upgraded to the level of sequence four.

  Moreover, Renekton felt that he had digested nearly half of the prophet's potion he had just taken.

  He opened his eyes in disbelief and felt it again to confirm that it was not his illusion.

  "What did I do to make the prophet's potion digest so much?"

  He muttered to himself and came up with an idea.

  The next moment, he stretched out his right hand and grasped it in the air. A burning match suddenly appeared in his hand.

  In a flash of thought, the surrounding scene turned into a corner of a small town alley, with heavy snow falling in the air.

  He gently blew out the match in his hand, and everything around him disappeared suddenly, leaving only the extinguished match in his hand and white smoke floating gently.

  "Is it true? The little match girl."

  Renekton lowered his eyes and murmured in a somewhat ambiguous voice.

  He roughly understood why the prophet's potion directly digested so much. The fate he glimpsed when he was promoted just now was not because of the promotion to the prophet, but it caused a resonance with his own sage characteristics.

  It seems that because of his actions just now, the characteristics have been further integrated with himself. Now he is not only a prophet, but also a mystic.

  Maybe it is also because of the use of the sage characteristics with the help of Sasriel just now, but isn't this a bit too easy? I don't even feel anything, even if it is because of my promotion just now.

  Renekton frowned slightly. This unexpected development reminded him of many details that he had subconsciously ignored before:     The integration of the characteristics of the Peeping Path seems to have never had any impact on me other than oppressing human nature. I haven't even played or digested it, but I don't feel any burden at all. It's as if I have mastered these from the beginning, and the process of integrating the characteristics is just to take them back.

  On the contrary, every promotion and digestion of the Reader Path has a very obvious impact on me.

  "Why have I never noticed these before? Is this influence external or does it come from myself?"

  Renekton frowned and whispered to himself.

  I feel like I should be an angel when I land, but because of unknown reasons, the characteristics of the Reader Path have interfered and I have to start all over again. But this doesn't seem to make sense.

  The God of Knowledge may know a lot, but He will definitely not tell me. Moreover, His attitude towards me is so good that it makes people frightened.

  He may have the idea of ​​indirectly controlling the Wilds of Knowledge through me. With His wisdom, whether it is Steam or Hidden Sage, it is not impossible to replace them. This should be His last choice. After all, the Wilds of Knowledge do not have the ability to refresh the state and revive. Jumping into the Path, going crazy is the best result.

  Huh~ Renekton leaned back in his chair and sighed, reaching out to press his forehead. There are too many things I can't figure out. Sometimes I doubt whether I am a human.

  He had a hunch that as long as he merged the characteristics of the sage and became an angel, he could solve all the doubts, and there was no risk in doing so. It was something that belonged to him.

  But he intuitively felt that now was not the right time. He needed more accumulation, more experience, and more.

  Suddenly, he turned his head and looked out the window. The prophet's intuition told him that the fate of the entire city of Backlund had undergone some subtle changes, changes that were biased towards the good.

  "Destiny. He finally got promoted?"

  Murmuring softly, Renekton stood up from the backrest chair, took a step forward, and his figure quickly became transparent and disappeared into the room. On the

  outskirts of the West District, in an ancient underground ruins with the style of the Quaternary Period.

  William Augustus I, wearing a cloak and with a majestic temperament, looked at the handsome man in front of him with black hair, golden eyes, a straight suit, and mature and elegant.

  He was the military demigod who rushed to the scene the first time Kapin was killed last time - Celt.

  The gaze from William Augustus I, the founder of Loen, made the demigod tremble, and he clearly felt sweat on his forehead.

  "The conqueror attribute we handed over to the Witch Cult was stolen, and it was two angels from the Church of Night and the Aurora Society who attacked at the same time."

  William Augustus I narrowed his eyes slightly and repeated the news that Celt had just reported to him in a very calm tone.

  Even though the founder of the nation in front of him did not show any majesty, Celt still felt that his soul was trembling because of the other party's anger. He said with sweat on his forehead:

  "Yes, that's what the witch who returned to Backlund said. I have made some confirmation. She didn't lie."

  "We have handed over the Conqueror characteristic to them. It is their own business that someone robbed them."

  "But since it was stolen in Loen, in the suburbs of Backlund, we should help them find it back. This matter is your responsibility. Don't destroy the cooperation between us and the Witch Cult."

  William Augustus I said in a flat tone.

  "I understand!" Celt saluted solemnly and retreated.

  He understood what the founder of the nation meant. The things were stolen after being handed over to the Witch Cult. It had nothing to do with them, but in order to maintain the cooperation between the two sides, they must show a clear attitude.

  The Aurora Society actually has an angel hiding in Backlund. If it wasn't for this time to snatch the Conqueror characteristic, He might not have been exposed. Who is the angel of the Church of Evernight who appeared in this incident?

  The Aurora Society also cooperated with the royal family in this smog incident. We cannot directly investigate them because they are a bunch of lunatics. Once it is revealed that the royal family is behind the smog incident, the major churches will definitely come to us. We can only investigate the Church of Night and be careful not to anger the Witch Cult and the lunatics of the Aurora Society.  Chapter 253 The sequel to the disaster.

  Thick green pea vines covered the surrounding area like a rainstorm. They intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, with layers upon layers of pea vines, and the top could not be seen at all.

  Bernadette sat upright on a high-backed chair made of pea vines in front of her. The aura on her body became more distant than before.

  At a glance, she gave people an extremely sacred and wise feeling.

  Renekton took a few steps closer and saluted slightly, saying:

  "You have been promoted."

  Bernadette nodded slightly and said:

  "Do you remember what you said before?"

  "Above the sequence." Renekton nodded slightly in response, and then chuckled and said:

  "I thought you didn't care much about this, you didn't show any curiosity at all."

  "Restraining your overly strong curiosity is the most important principle for a secret peeper!"

  Bernadette said with emotion.

  Renekton nodded slightly, and he agreed with Bernadette's words. The probability of a secret peeper dying from peeping into the unknown is far greater than dying in battle.

  After a moment of hesitation, he asked carefully:

  "Can we wait a few days? Sasriel is still sleeping, and there are some things that need to be confirmed with Him."

  Bernadette stared at Renekton for a moment, and before Renekton wanted to explain, she nodded slightly.

  The pea vines around her, like a green forest, quickly shrank and disappeared. In a moment, the pea vines and Bernadette's figure disappeared without a trace.

  In the dock area, an empty corner.

  Renekton's figure quickly emerged. He looked around and quickly locked his sight on Destiny, whose spirituality had not yet completely converged.

  Destiny looked at Renekton with a sense of feeling, and when he took a few quick steps to approach him, he said with a slightly helpless voice:

  "This disaster is much more serious than I expected, but it ended much faster than I expected. There are other people or forces secretly preventing this disaster."

  "All I can do is to make the three major churches react faster and prevent this disaster from breaking out at a time that is not the most terrible."

  Is this fate? Through some people and some coincidences, things are pushed to a direction full of coincidences, but reasonable.

  Renekton pondered for a moment, and finally sighed:

  "Destiny is always hard to figure out."

  "Yes, especially for monsters like us who walk on the path of destiny, the more we know about destiny, the more we fear destiny, and lose ourselves."

  Destiny seemed to be affected and sighed.

  His words reminded Renekton of Ouroboros who was following Zhenzao. He seemed to lack self and always looked stupid.

  "By the way, this is for you. I picked it up when I was in the East District. Those official extraordinary people didn't seem to have time to clean up the mess there."

  "It's useless to me. Extraordinaries on the path of destiny cannot carry these magical items. This is the requirement of destiny."

  While speaking, Destiny handed over a palm-sized mirror, which was engraved with complex and ancient patterns and had an unusual charm.

  Just a simple glance, Renekton found it difficult to move his eyes away from it.

  "Witch, Panatia?" Renekton asked in confusion.

  "If no other witch died there today, then it should have come from the one you mentioned."

  Destiny nodded slightly in response.

  Renekton was not polite and reached out to take it. A layer of starlight floated, then quickly shrank and condensed into a translucent amber, isolating the mirror.

  In the East District, in an empty and dirty alley, Renekton's figure quickly appeared.

  He quickly walked out of the alley and walked to the street outside. There were corpses and weak coughing people all around him. They were mainly old people, weak young people and children.

  A subtle color flashed in Renekton's eyes, and he saw the situation of the people around him more clearly.

  The spiritual color of each of them was very weak, and their lungs and breathing were seriously infected. Even if they survived this disaster, they would have serious sequelae in their future lives. Even those who were slightly weaker or did not receive good treatment could not survive this disaster at all.

  This is the meaning of civilization and progress. Walking on the street, Renekton suddenly had a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

  While strolling casually, he came to a workers' association, which was a secret base of the Aurora Society.

  Not far away was a small red building with a huge red cross hanging on the wall. This was a workers' mutual aid organization formed under the promotion of the Aurora Society. The name was given by Renekton, called the "Red Cross Mutual Aid Association".

  Here gathered weak workers who had been infected with diseases and their families.

  The Aurora Society had long been prepared for this disaster, but with a huge population base, the previous preparations seemed powerless.

  While Renekton was looking around, a young-looking man with outstanding facial features noticed him and walked over the crowd.

  In Renekton's eyes, the man's face seemed to be covered with a layer of dark curtain that seemed to be there and not there. A black knight, is the Aurora Society the new person in charge in Backlund?

  When Renekton was looking at him, he had already approached and said in a calm voice:

  "Your Excellency the Envoy of God, I am Xesma, taking over Mr. A to spread the Protestant faith in Backlund!"     "Are you the only one?" Rek frowned slightly.

  After taking away the Conqueror's characteristics, the royal family and the Witch Cult will definitely continue to cause trouble for the Aurora Society for a period of time, especially the Witch Cult. The royal family may only act in secret, but the Witch Cult may not.

  A slightly crazy smile appeared on Kosma's handsome face and said,

  "His Highness the Angel of Destiny will stay in Backlund recently."

  "And the Lord has sent down a new oracle. We will stop preaching in Backlund and only retain the existing faith."

  Renekton nodded lightly and stopped talking about this topic. Instead, he asked Kosma to take him to the place where plague infected people were concentrated for treatment.

  Entering the half-human and half-god stage, Renekton easily simulated the holy light that combined vitality and purification power unique to the unicorn figurine.

  Pure, clear and warm rays of light illuminated every corner around them. While purifying the viruses in the surrounding air and on the infected people, the gentle vitality made up for their weak bodies.

  Under Kosma's guidance, Renekton treated every infected person at each centralized treatment point.

  He controlled the extent of the treatment. Although it would not allow the infected to recover directly, it could relieve their pain, and after the subsequent treatment of the disease, there would not be too serious sequelae.

  Renekton could not cure everyone, that would be a miracle.

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

  When Renekton came here, he happened to see a transparent and illusory unicorn figure moving away from here.

  It spread its wings made of transparent crystal, penetrated the wall, and flew into the air, leaving behind a layer of not very obvious light, silently healing the people below.

  Renekton retracted his gaze and turned to look at Fors, who had just completed a ritual. She looked a little pale. It seemed that she had performed several rituals during this period of time and consumed too much spiritual energy.

  Renekton approached and said calmly,

  "You can slow down a bit. You are only Sequence Eight and don't have that much spiritual energy to consume."

  Fors looked at Renekton who had come over at some point with a tired look in his eyes. He nodded slightly and smiled faintly, saying,

  "I used to be a doctor. Even though it was a long time ago, when I see patients, I always want to help them if I can."

  Renekton nodded slightly in understanding, saying,

  "I still suggest that you take a good rest first. Besides, this is the Earth Church. Both the priests and volunteers here have good knowledge of pharmacology and they can handle these patients."

  "What nonsense are you talking about! Can't you see that I'm already busy like crazy? If you have nothing to do, help me deliver these potions to the hall."

  The volunteer Renekton mentioned greeted him with a stern face.

  After Emlyn finished speaking, he turned around and scooped up the black liquid in the big iron pot with an iron spoon, and put them into the glass bottle and glass cup next to it.

  He glanced at the empty iron pot, and then counted the prepared potions.

  "Let me help, Mr. White."

  Fors approached very familiarly.

  Emlyn did not refuse, and Renekton followed them to deliver the potions prepared by Emlyn to the hall.

  In the hall originally used for prayer, most of the seats were removed, and tattered quilts were spread on the ground, with plague infected people lying in them, sleeping or groaning.

  After ten minutes, all the potions were distributed to the infected people and they returned to the altar.

  Emlyn complained to Father Utravsky:

  "You should find two more volunteers!"

  Father Utravsky did not respond to this topic, but looked at the patients and smiled gently:

  "In another day or two, they should be able to recover, thanks to the strange unicorn summoned by Ms. Fors."

  "No, it's nothing, I'm just completing the commission."

  Fors waved his hands repeatedly as if he was embarrassed to accept the compliment.

  Emlyn also glanced at Fors. He was very interested in the ritual magic of summoning unicorns, but he did not speak at this time. This was not in line with the image of a noble vampire.

  He looked at the tall priest and said casually:

  "Father, I didn't expect you to accept heretics. Only two or three of them are believers of the Mother Goddess."

  "They are also lives, innocent lives."

  Father Utravsky smiled nonchalantly.

  Emlyn was stunned for a few seconds, exhaled, and said,

  "Father, I have found a way to solve the psychological suggestion. Maybe I will leave here soon."

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked at the somewhat arrogant vampire. At this time, he should have prayed to the Fool and lifted the psychological suggestion. Instead of being happy and mocking, he continued to work here.

  Emlyn seemed a little uncomfortable with his straightforward gaze. He glared back and said,

  "Why are you looking at me? Have you forgotten what you are here for? Or have you decided to believe in the Mother Earth?"

  "Also?" Renekton raised his eyebrows and continued,

  "I am here to say goodbye to the priest. I will leave Backlund in the next few days."  Chapter 254 Farewell

  "Leaving Backlund?" Fors looked at Renekton with a surprised look on his face and blurted out.

  Renekton nodded slightly and said,

  "Yes, I will wander around the sea for a while, collect some characteristics and gold pounds, and then go to the southern continent."

  "How do you collect characteristics at sea? And gold pounds, are you planning to salvage shipwrecks?"

  Emlyn asked curiously without reacting.

  Father Utravsky, who used to be a pirate at sea, quickly reacted. He looked at Renekton with a serious look before saying,

  "There are many pirates active on the sea, and the official forces of various countries have rewards for them. For pirate generals and kings, although each official force has different rewards for them, they all reach tens of thousands of pounds, or even hundreds of thousands of pounds."

  "Pirates of that level are not only powerful in themselves, but they also have a powerful force behind them."

  Renekton nodded slightly. He could hear that Father Utravsky's last sentence was a warning to himself.

  "Running around outside is not as interesting as staying at home with a doll. When I get rid of the psychological suggestion, I will stay in my room for a week, not a month!"

  Emlyn curled his lips. As a homebody, he couldn't understand the other person's life of running around.

  Father Utravsky looked at Emlyn without any change in his expression and said:

  "In fact, you don't need to find a way. After a while, the psychological suggestion will naturally be lifted, and you can freely choose whether to come to the church."

  "The psychological suggestion I left is just to let you return to the church every day. I hope you can experience the preciousness of life and the joy of harvest in this process."

  "The effect of the psychological suggestion is only to make me return to the church?"

  Emlyn's expression was dull for a moment.

  "Yes."

  "Hehe" Renekton, who was watching this scene silently, couldn't help laughing out loud.

  Emlyn followed the voice and stared at Renekton with his red eyes. He opened and closed his lips and uttered with some gritted teeth:

  "You knew it a long time ago?"

  "Yes!" Renekton nodded bluntly and added at the end:

  "If you were careful enough or determined enough, you would have discovered it a long time ago."

  "." He wanted to ask Renekton why he didn't tell him about this earlier. He was almost influenced and became a devout believer of the Mother Goddess, but he opened his mouth but said nothing.

  No, no! My faith belongs to the moon and the ancestors!

  Renekton turned his head and looked at Fors, who was eating melon next to him and was a little stunned. He felt that she was thinking about how to make Emlyn's deeds become another character in her novel.

  "Then I'll take my leave first. May life be with you."

  Renekton passed by Emlyn who was still struggling and Fors who was eating melon, and put his arms around to hug him. He saluted Father Utravsky with the etiquette of the Church of the Earth and left directly.

  Above the gray fog, in the magnificent ancient palace.

  Renekton sat on his high-backed chair. He looked at the top of the bronze table, where Klein sat without the gray fog.

  The two looked at each other, and Renekton was the first to break the silence:

  "Hehe, there are only two of us sitting here. I feel a little uncomfortable."

  "Me too." Klein nodded gently.

  Then he stretched out his hand towards the pile of debris covered by the thick gray fog, and a strange crown covered with rust and blood automatically flew into his hand.

  After taking this Conqueror's Characteristics in his hand and looking at it, Klein controlled it to float in front of Renekton, and then asked curiously:

  "What is this? It has a very high status, and it looks a bit like a Level 0 Sealed Item."

  "A Sequence One Beyonder Characteristics."

  Renekton's eyes were filled with a layer of light blue fluorescence. The Beyonder Characteristics of Sequence One could only be studied in a place like above the gray fog.

  "Warrior? Or Hunter?" Klein asked, this was his guess based on the feeling this crown gave him.

  "Hunter Path, Sequence One: Conqueror."

  "This is what the True Creator prepared for Medici. That unlucky guy is now just an evil spirit, and was sent away by Adam."

  "He can't use this feature for the time being, so I'll leave it with you. It's safer and won't be divined by the Witch Cult. You can use it if you need it. Through this gray fog, you should be able to use it to a certain extent."

  After explaining the origin of this feature, Renekton focused on studying it. Above this gray fog, he used this feature without hesitation to display various extraordinary abilities.

  For a while, the area above this gray fog was full of flames, lightning, and frost, and the magnificent ancient palace was soon tossed into ruin.

  After studying for a while, he estimated that Klein's spiritual support limit was approaching, and the light blue fluorescence in Renekton's eyes dissipated, and he placed this strange crown on the bronze table.     Klein waved his hand, and the ruined palace instantly returned to its original state.

  Renekton turned to look at Klein, and told him about his doubts about the sage characteristics. At the end, he asked very seriously:

  "Do you think there is anything wrong with my condition? Or do you have any guesses?"

  Renekton looked at Klein expectantly. He wanted to know if Klein, who was blessed by the fate beacon of Sefirah Castle, could give some suggestions or opinions.

  "." Klein was silent. He didn't know how to answer such a question. I haven't even figured out my own problems.

  After pondering for a moment, Klein weighed his words and said:

  "Well, maybe, it's really as you think, that sage characteristics originally belonged to you, and now it's just merged with you again."

  "Or, just like I can use the puppet master characteristics of the fortune teller's path at will here, your specialness allows you to easily control the characteristics of the secret peeper's path."

  "Easily control the characteristics of the secret peeper's path." Renekton murmured softly. He felt that the latter guess was more likely.

  But, doesn't this mean that I am like the Hidden Sage, polluted and controlled by the Wilderness of Knowledge? Perhaps, I should find an item from the Secret Peer Path to test it.

  After making up his mind, he continued to ask:

  "Do you think I look like a human?"

  "Ah?" Klein was a little stunned by the question. He felt that his friend needed treatment from Miss Justice. No, Miss Justice is still a mind reader, and it will take some time before she can become a psychologist.

  Although he was secretly criticizing her, Klein still chose his words carefully:

  "Although I don't agree with some of your views, if you want to ask about human nature, you undoubtedly have it, and I think you have maintained it well."

  Renekton nodded gently, no longer entangled in this topic, and said:

  "I have foreseen some of the future. Your brother and sister are coming to Backlund. Do you want to meet them?"

  "When?"

  Klein was stunned for a moment, then asked.

  Renekton recalled briefly and said,

  "Soon, January 3, steam train."

  Klein took a deep breath and leaned back against the back of his chair. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a second or two, he pursed his lips and said,

  "I know, thank you!"

  After a moment of silence, the two found that there was nothing they wanted to talk about, so Klein ended this gathering between the two of them.

  A deep red light like a tide rose up, and Renekton's mind was dazed for a moment. When he came to his senses, he had returned to the study.

  The next moment, he heard the sound of knocking on the door downstairs.

  Renekton turned his head and looked over there. A purple halo flashed in his eyes. His sight penetrated through layers of barriers and saw Destiny knocking on the door.

  Then he slightly raised his right hand, clenched it in the air, and then turned his wrist and pulled it back, like the posture of opening a door.

  A light blue light like water waves flashed across, and a "door" connecting to the door downstairs was opened.

  The next moment, Destiny came over from the other side of the "door". He had a faint smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.

  Destiny nodded slightly and chuckled:

  "Fate tells me that this is a good time to visit and say goodbye. I will set out to find the whereabouts of the prophet's characteristics."

  Renekton nodded without feeling surprised, and asked curiously:

  "Where is the prophet's characteristics? In what form does it exist?"

  "I know that there are only two copies of the prophet's characteristics. One is in the Church of the Eternal Sun, numbered 0-24, called the Disaster Scroll, which is extremely dangerous and there is almost no chance to obtain it." "

  The other one is drifting on the sea in the form of a ghost ship. Its appearance cannot be predicted, and even its existence is rarely known. It has a not-so-famous name, called the Casino of Destiny, which is also my goal."

  Destiny narrated in a reminiscence-like manner, with almost no ups and downs in his tone, and he seemed to be unconcerned about the obstacles and difficulties that would be encountered.

  The Casino of Destiny, does it depend on which side fate favors more? If you are lucky, you will become a prophet and leave directly. If you are unlucky, the prize pool on the ship will accumulate again.

  "It's time for me to leave."

  "Although I didn't get any revelation from fate, I intuitively believe that we will meet again on the vast ocean."

  Destiny said this like a charlatan before turning around and leaving.  Chapter 255 At Least You Can Sleep Them

  Woo!

  The steam train station roared, bringing countless people full of hope to Backlund.

  The sky was still bright at this time, and coupled with the strong wind that blew from the Holy Wind Cathedral before, the fog in the air of Backlund was much thinner, and the gas street lamps hanging on the platform had not been lit early.

  The bustling crowd poured out of the steam train. A black-haired, brown-eyed man who looked a bit like Klein and had an old face was very experienced in protecting the thin, slightly pale girl beside him.

  They followed the flow of people out of the station, and suddenly, they felt a line of sight sweeping over them at the same time.

  Following their intuition and looking back, Benson and Melissa saw a young gentleman with neat black hair.

  The young gentleman pressed his hat and looked past them and into the distance.

  Klein, who had changed his appearance, carried a suitcase and passed by them expressionlessly, facing the large number of people pouring into Backlund, the "City of Hope", and passed by the departure station.

  "Aren't you going to say hello to them?"

  Klein turned his head and looked. Not far to his right, in a place that the people around him subconsciously avoided, Renekton stood there very relaxedly, as if he was out of tune with the noisy and crowded people around him.

  Klein's eyes darkened, and he lowered the brim of his hat and whispered:

  "No, I don't want to bring them trouble and danger. Klein Moretti has died in the incident in Tingen. My appearance now will only add to their sadness and may also bring them danger."

  "I still suggest that you give them a bottle of magic potion. Improving their strength is the best way to avoid danger."

  Klein was silent for a while, then turned to avoid the topic and said:

  "What do you want to see me for?"

  Renekton glanced at Klein lightly. Seeing that he didn't want to talk about the topic of magic potions, he continued the topic:

  "I want to ask you to help me take care of Bugs Bunny for a while."

  "Take care of Bugs Bunny?" Klein was stunned. That rabbit is already Sequence 7, does it still need to be taken care of?

  Renekton chuckled and said,

  "To be precise, I'm staying by your side as a locator."

  "Under the influence of fate, you will encounter many high-level things, among which there are those I want to find. It is more effective than me actively looking for them and waiting for them to bump into me."

  "So, you mean I will be unlucky and involved in various incidents? And I can also be your bait?"

  Klein used the clown's ability to control his expression and looked at Renekton deeply, but he did not refuse.

  A Bugs Bunny who is a part-time doctor, warrior and chef, can summon the boss when he is in doubt. Who can refuse it?

  Klein looked at Renekton's feet and did not see the familiar figure of Bugs Bunny.

  "It's packing things at home, and I have a magical item for it that I haven't made yet. I will send it to you in two days."

  As he spoke, Renekton handed Klein the branch with his messenger summoning method written on it, then waved goodbye, turned and walked into the crowd, and his figure quickly disappeared from Klein's sight.

  Hmm. It seems that my next journey will not be very smooth. Klein sighed in his heart with a little trepidation.

  The conversation just now, coupled with the experiences during this period, made him doubt whether he had a physique similar to Conan, and things would happen wherever he went.

  West District, Böklund Street.

  Renekton's figure quietly emerged in an empty corner, and the light blue fluorescence in his eyes suddenly floated. The world around him changed in his eyes.

  His eyes deepened, and his sight looked through layers of barriers to the future here, looking for the footprints of the demigod who parasitized on the rat, wanting to determine when the other party would appear here.

  Rashly predicting a strange demigod, Renekton felt that his spirituality was like a leaking balloon, rapidly fading away.

  Before his spirituality was about to run out, he finally found a trace from the chaotic future.

  He closed his eyes slightly, relaxed his mind, and then opened them again. He looked at a sewer entrance not far away. The corners of his mouth could not help but twitch, and he whispered softly:

  "Next month"

  After getting the result he wanted, Renekton turned around and took two steps forward, and his figure quickly faded and disappeared.

  In the East District, in a cheap hotel room.

  Triss looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of her with a serious face. If she hadn't realized that she had been completely locked by the other party's aura, she would have hidden her figure and fled as soon as she noticed the spiritual fluctuation.

  "You have been promoted?" Triss said in a voice with no ups and downs.

  This feeling, the oppression he brings to me is stronger than that of the desperate lady. He should have just been promoted, why does he give me this feeling?

  "Is this something worth paying attention to?"

  Renekton glanced at the witch in front of him, and quietly put himself into an absolutely rational state, which is the best way to resist the witch's charm.

  Before Triss spoke, he continued:     "Do you want to avenge your lover, Prince Edessak? Or, do you want to become a man again?"

  Triss wanted to deny it directly, but Renekton's indifferent and extremely calm attitude made her a little worried. If her answer did not satisfy him, she might be killed the next moment.

  She pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, then spoke carefully:

  "What do you want? Or do you need me to do something for you?"

  "It's easy to talk to smart people." Renekton smiled, and after a pause, he continued:

  "I'm about to leave Backlund, so I need someone to help me do something here."

  "I'm just a witch in the pleasure stage."

  Triss answered very cautiously.

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled:

  "It's very simple. Find some ordinary people with mechanical talents and train them into extraordinary people on the path of generalists. The purpose is not to digest potions and improve strength. Just let them invent and create with peace of mind."

  "I can provide you with the potion formula of the Iron Knight and the corresponding main ingredients of the potion, and give you some help in your revenge for your prince."

  "Of course, these will depend on the completion of your task."

  "He is not my prince, but just a hapless person."

  Triss retorted with some annoyance, and then said in a hoarse voice:

  "How can you guarantee what you said? How is the completion of the task determined?"

  "We can sign a contract under the witness of the great existence."

  "As for the completion, it's very simple, the number and quality of people you find."

  Renekton smiled and took out a notarized document that he had prepared before and handed it to Triss.

  It was not difficult for him to simulate the ability of a notary to make a notarized document.

  Triss took the notarized document with a reluctant look on her face. She knew she couldn't refuse.

  While she was checking the notarization, Renekton said to himself:

  "I will give you a magical item that can change your appearance in a few days. I think you need it now, unless you like to hide in places like sewers all the time."

  "Remember to change your name back. It is too closely related to the original witch."

  "My name? Chi. Ke?"

  Triss's expression was puzzled at first, and then turned into shock. She subconsciously wanted to read the name, but she was cautious and waited two seconds before saying the word in full.

  "Don't read it casually, it will easily attract attention."

  He didn't say who would be noticed, but Triss had already reacted. Her face turned pale.

  She was a little suspicious whether she had stepped into the conspiracy of the witch sect since she took the assassin potion.

  He and Triss each wrote their names on the notarization. Renekton snapped his fingers, and the notarization disappeared in a golden flame.

  He could clearly feel that something like a restraint fell on his spirit, indicating that the notarization had been established.

  Renekton reached forward and opened a "door" in midair that connected to his rental place. Before leaving, he told Triss the ritual required by the Iron Knight, which was considered an advance payment:

  "Form a team of at least thirty people, cultivate a deep comradeship with them, let them become strong one after another, cooperate tacitly, understand what you mean by eye contact and movements, and become almost one with each other, and then let them form the ritual."

  "The stronger and more tacit understanding of the team, the better the effect of the ritual. This should not be too difficult for you witches, at least you can sleep with them."

  Before Triss was completely angry, Renekton stepped into the spirit world and left there.

  Back on Minsk Street, Renekton took out the biologist's characteristics and prepared to create a magical item for Bugs Bunny.

  The next moment, his mind was dazed for a moment, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray substance, and his whole body became quiet and sluggish.

  A picture unfolded in his vision, two huge sailboats were chasing each other on the sea.

  The sailboat being chased was several dozen meters long, clean and tidy, reflecting a golden color in the sun, while the sailboat behind was mainly black and red, not very clear.

  The picture only appeared for two or three seconds, and then disappeared abruptly, and Renekton's eyes regained color.

  The Golden Dream and the Tree of Flesh and Blood, are they urging me to go to the Golden Dream?