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  Chapter 256 Tarot Club and New Members

  The Mechanical Hand jumped onto Renekton's shoulder, deformed the base, fastened it to his shoulder, and fixed it into a third arm.

  Under the operation of the Mechanical Hand, the biologist's characteristics were integrated into a section of the ebony cane. In order to match Bugs Bunny's body shape, it also deliberately controlled the evolution direction of the magical item, shortening the cane by a large section.

  For the Mechanical Hand, which only had one craftsman characteristic, it was a big burden to turn the characteristics of Sequence 6 into a magical item. It took nearly an hour to complete this section of the cane.

  However, after becoming a Sequence 4, the side effects of the Mechanical Hand were not so obvious on Renekton.

  He closed his eyes slightly, simulating the holy light that mixed vitality and purification effects, and the numbness and sluggishness on his body quickly faded and disappeared.

  Then he opened his eyes, moved his body a little, and then picked up the forged cane to check the effect.

  The original ebony cane had turned into a fresh branch, and there were even two green leaves on the top, like a branch that had just been cut off from the tree not long ago.

  It can catalyze the growth and reproduction of organisms. Through mutated plants, it grows wildly and pierces the earth to deal with enemies.

  It can also be used to hybridize various organisms to produce strange products.

  The negative effect is that it will randomly infect the holder with biological toxins. It will not be directly fatal, but as time accumulates, the toxins will become stronger and stronger. Even powerful extraordinary people will die under the long-term accumulation of toxins.

  It is best to store it in a metal environment and cannot be in contact with the soil for a long time, otherwise it will slowly take root and gradually activate into a monster.

  "It's really a fresh branch. It can actually take root and sprout."

  Renekton sighed and looked at the branch in his hand for a moment. Suddenly, a slight numbness came from his right hand holding the branch.

  The poison started so soon?

  Renekton frowned slightly. He did not choose to clean up the toxins on his body. Instead, he quietly felt the intensity of these toxins.

  The purple light in his eyes flashed, and he saw that the spiritual light of his right hand was slightly dim, with a trace of black entangled.

  As time went by, the blackness wrapped around his spiritual light became more and more. He already felt dizzy and tingling in his head, and his body became numb.

  The next moment, a warm, clear golden color stained his body, and the biological toxins infected in his body disappeared quickly.

  Bugs Bunny was only a sequence seven. He estimated that he could only use this branch for about eight minutes. If it was longer, the state under the influence of the toxin would not be suitable for fighting.

  However, its previous sequence was a physician, so it could treat itself and extend its use time. It could also prepare more purification spells for it.

  Renekton looked up at the wall clock. It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. This week's Tarot meeting was about to start. He casually put the branch on the desk beside him.

  Having just finished making a magical item, Renekton, who was a little tired, simply went back to the bedroom to lie down and wait for today's Tarot meeting.

  Renekton, who closed his eyes to rest, saw the crimson light like a tide, as if these crimson lights did not emerge from his sight, but appeared directly in the picture in his mind.

  After a little trance, Renekton opened his eyes again.

  The surroundings were no longer his bedroom, and he was not lying on the bed, but in the magnificent ancient palace above the gray fog, and he was already sitting on his own high-backed chair.

  Renekton suddenly turned his head to his left, where there was a new member. Although his figure was blurry, Renekton could still recognize his identity at a glance, the vampire otaku Emlyn White.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, you have saved Backlund again!"

  Miss Justice was still the first to stand up and greet Mr. Fool, but today her voice was no longer as brisk as usual.

  Ah? What? When was I saved again? Emlyn listened to Miss Justice's words with a blank face.

  He recalled the major events that had happened recently. Except for the smog incident not long ago, he could not remember any major events that affected the entire Backlund.

  Moreover, wasn't it the Storm Church that responded to the smog incident in the first time, creating a hurricane to blow everything away?

  However, facing a secret existence that needed to be addressed as "Him", he had an instinctive fear and did not dare to ask rashly. He planned to listen in for a while.

  After hearing what Miss Justice said, Klein, the Fool, leaned back slightly and responded with a chuckle:

  "I only provided a little insignificant help."

  "No, your follower really saved Backlund, and his contribution was the greatest among all people."

  Justice Audrey praised sincerely:

  "It was his reminder that made the Church of the Goddess of Night ready, cleared the Witch of Despair in time, prevented the awakening of the Original Witch, kept the pollution of the smog within a controllable range, and cleared the advent of the True Creator in time." These

  were some details that she found out because she provided the most important information and received unanimous praise from her parents.

  However, she didn't find out much about the clearing of the advent of the True Creator, and the official forces seemed to deliberately cover up the news, as if it was not done by the three major churches or official forces.

  Could it be the angel under Mr. Fool's seat? According to the information Viscount Grallint had inquired about, the coming of the true Creator was handled very roughly, and the entire area seemed to have evaporated, leaving only a huge deep pit.

  The original witch wanted to wake up, and the coming of the true Creator, what happened to Backlund?

  Emlyn's pupils shrank, and he almost jumped up. Mother Goddess, no, the moon is above, when did Backlund become so dangerous?     Seeing that someone knew and remembered his contribution, although not all of it was done by him, Klein still felt somewhat relieved. He

  immediately chuckled and expressed his feelings:

  "It's a pity that he has to stay away from Backlund because of this."

  Justice Audrey stood up again, bowed sincerely and said:

  "Please convey my gratitude to him."

  "I'm sorry, because the three major churches and the military are cleaning up Backlund, I haven't been able to get the subsequent Roselle diary. Please wait another week."

  "Okay." Klein said calmly.

  Hearing Miss Justice mentioning Roselle's diary, Fors was awakened from her immersion and looked at the top of the bronze table and said,

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I received three pages of Roselle's diary."

  Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, nodded gently and said,

  "Very good."

  Renekton, who was sitting silently in his seat, frowned suddenly. He thought of something he had not noticed or forgotten before:

  Klein had just received the diary with the original witch's real name, and turned around to meet Triss; he chose the fortune-teller path before, and was also influenced by Roselle's diary.

  I don't know who arranged these coincidences. Well, why do I feel as forgetful as Nightmare!

  Roselle? Diary? Emlyn felt like he had heard something extraordinary.

  When he looked at Fors in confusion and saw that she had manifested three pages of the diary and passed them to Klein, Klein, as a fool, remembered a vampire that he had forgotten.

  Your presence is too weak. He sighed inwardly with a little embarrassment, then chuckled and introduced:

  "This is the new member, Mr. Moon."

  "This gathering is called the Tarot Club, and they are the White Tower and the Hanged Man."

  After introducing Mr. Moon to the Tarot Club, Klein began to read the diary of Roselle that he had obtained today.

  Justice Audrey set her eyes on the left hand side of Mr. Fool. She had noticed that there was an extra item there before, a strange crown covered with rust and blood.

  While observing, she keenly noticed that the "Black Emperor" card that Mr. Fool had covered on the mottled long table was gone!

  Who did he exchange it with? Was it the strange crown that he exchanged for?

  Audrey's eyes flickered slightly, and she kept guessing the reason in her heart.

  After reading Roselle's diary, Klein leaned back slightly, letting the diary disappear from his hand, and said,

  "You can start now."

  Audrey, who was concerned about the members of the Tarot Club, immediately looked at Little Sun across from him:

  "Have you gotten rid of that cycle?"

  Little Sun Derrick nodded very honestly, and then saluted Mr. Fool at the top of the bronze long table and said,

  "Great Mr. Fool, thank you very much for your reminder. This allowed me to find the key point of the Angel of Destiny from the mural with the words 'Redemption Rose'."

  "Not bad." The Fool at the top responded in a flat voice.

  Little Sun Derrick turned to Renekton again and said in a very serious tone:

  "Mr. Baita, thank you for your reminder as well. Only then can we make the right response and get out of that area of ​​constant circulation."

  "I have another question to ask you. It's our chief who wants to ask you. I can pay you!"

  Little Sun emphasized the point of paying.

  Mr. Sun is still as naive as ever. Isn't it like sending yourself to be slaughtered?

  Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, sighed for Little Sun in his heart.

  "What's the problem?"

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked at the little sun on his right, asking with some curiosity.

  Little Sun Derrick organized his words a little and said:

  "In our Silver City's records about the 'Lord of Creation, the Almighty God', it is mentioned that the eight 'Angel Kings' surrounding the Lord are the closest to the throne of God, so they are given the title of 'Angel Kings'!"

  "Among them are the 'Angel of Time' Amon and the 'Angel of Destiny', also known as the Tail Devourer Ouroboros."

  "I remember you mentioned before that the True Creator is followed by an 'Angel of Destiny', also called Ouroboros. Are they the same person? What is the relationship between the True Creator and the 'Lord of Creation, the Almighty God' that we believe in in Silver City?" Chapter 257 Miss Justice is so rich!

  Renekton was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Little Sun wanted to ask this question. He thought that the chief of Silver City wanted to use Little Sun to verify whether there is a normal world outside the God-Forsaken Land.

  He looked at Little Sun and chuckled:

  "You want to know the answer yourself, and I can tell you directly?"

  Little Sun hesitated for two seconds, and after a quick look at the reactions of the people present, he said:

  "Just say it like this."

  He saw that Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man seemed to be very curious about this question. Thinking of how everyone had helped him very enthusiastically before, it was also a kind of reward for me to satisfy everyone's curiosity.

  Renekton nodded slightly:

  "No problem, the angel of fate beside the real creator you just mentioned is the same as the angel of fate in your Silver City records."

  "The real creator was born from the fall of the 'Lord who created everything'. He is the embodiment of his negative personality and extreme emotions, and is therefore crazy. His essence is the evil spirit of the ancient sun god."

  The scene was silent for a while. The little sun tried hard to digest the news. After a long time, he spoke with difficulty:

  "I understand. Thank you, Mr. Baita. I wonder what kind of reward you need?"

  "Well, when you go out to explore, please help me pay attention to whether there are any characteristics or monsters of the path of the generalist and the peeper."

  Renekton pondered for a moment and casually gave a condition. He didn't care much about the reward, but it would be bad if he didn't want the reward.

  Free is the most expensive. If you do that, the chief of the Silver City will definitely have a lot of speculation.

  The real creator was born from the fall of the ancient sun god. The real creator and the former six gods are hostile, so the fall of the ancient sun god is related to the former six gods?

  The authority of the sun obviously belongs to the ancient sun god. The reader who symbolizes omniscience and the secret praying person who symbolizes omnipotence just happen to make up the title of omniscience and omnipotence.

  What roles do the goddess, the earth mother goddess, and the storm lord play in this? Allies?

  Klein, who was at the top of the bronze table, was caught in a brainstorm.

  Seeing that no one else spoke after his communication with Little Sun ended, Renekton continued to ask about their exploration process in the temple.

  Derrick did not hide anything and carefully recounted the whole process, including the Enmat Port mentioned by the little boy Jack, and the face between his chest and abdomen.

  It's really a thrilling adventure story. I don't even need to make too many changes. It's a perfect story.

  No, no, if the members of the Tarot Club see it, my identity will be exposed directly. Well, it seems that more than one member has guessed my identity, and I can't let everyone know it.

  Fors was completely immersed in the story told by Little Sun. She even had the idea of ​​writing this story and publishing it in a magazine.

  Emlyn was confused almost the whole time. He couldn't understand from the beginning of "Redemption Rose" and "Angel of Destiny".

  After Audrey finished listening to Little Sun's story, she was still thinking about the eight Angel Kings mentioned before. The eight Angel Kings closest to the throne of the Creator?

  Audrey was inexplicably excited. She couldn't help asking with curiosity:

  "Mr. Sun, what are the titles and names of the other six Angel Kings?"

  "The chief didn't say, and I didn't dare to ask."

  Little Sun Derrick responded with some shame.

  I really want to know the answer. Audrey turned her eyes to Renekton. Mr. Baita is the most knowledgeable, he should know a lot, right?

  Sensing Audrey's eyes on him, Renekton looked back, then chuckled and said:

  "The rest are the Red Angel, the Wind Angel, the Cherubim, and the Pure White Angel. As for more, you will know later."

  "They used to be Angel Kings, but they are not always Angel Kings." They

  are not always Angel Kings. Could it be that some Angel Kings have fallen from their status? Or have they reached the throne of God one step further? Audrey's mind was filled with blasphemous speculations.

  Are the Wind Angel and Cherubim the current God of Knowledge and Lord of Storms? Then the Eternal Blazing Sun is... the Pure White Angel? Klein thought about Zeng Hui, who was closer to the characteristics of the sun, and finally locked on the Pure White Angel.

  Oh, as a follower of the God of Knowledge, you are so close to the Aurora Society, which believes in the True Creator. Are you going to learn how to backstab your own god?

  Klein's eyes fell on Renekton, who was leaning lazily on the back of the chair, and he muttered a few words in his heart.

  After muttering Renekton, Klein began to control his trumpet world and said:

  "Everyone, I have a Beyonder feature for sale. It belongs to the Faceless Man of Sequence 6. If it is made into a magical item, it will probably change a person's appearance and body shape, and it will also have the ability to fight, control fire, etc."

  He introduced it in a little more detail. After all, there are members in the Tarot Club who can create magical items, and maybe they can just sell it directly.

  Change appearance and body shape? This overlaps with the function of the magical item I used earlier. Audrey sighed silently in her heart.

  After this incident, although her Beyonder identity was exposed in front of her family, it also allowed her to gain the support of her father, and she could reimburse her expenses on occult studies within a reasonable range.

  "3,300 pounds."     Renekton directly offered to buy the Faceless Man's characteristics. This was the magical item that he promised Triss that could change her appearance.

  "Deal."

  Klein manipulated the trumpet Mr. World to nod in agreement.

  Although the price was lowered a bit, if I could get a commission compared to selling through Mr. Hanged Man, I could get more gold pounds.

  After Renekton and the World reached a deal, Audrey raised her hand slightly and said,

  "Mr. White Tower, do you have any unique or useful magical items to recommend?"

  "If there is a suitable one, I want to buy one."

  Miss Justice is so rich! . Not far from Audrey, Fors cried out in poverty.

  "Unique abilities?" Renekton rubbed his chin with his thumb, thinking about the characteristics he already had and shook his head slightly, saying,

  "Some, but they are not suitable for you."

  "Well, how about this, you wait for a while, I have received a revelation and will go to the sea soon. You need the extraordinary ability of that path, and I will ask the pirates for it directly at that time."

  Is this still possible? . Audrey was slightly stunned, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

  Then she said with a curious tone:

  "Mr. Hanged Man has introduced some situations at sea. The pirate kings and pirate generals there are very powerful. If we wantonly hunt pirates at sea, won't it cause their hostility?" What

  she really wanted to ask was how the other party's strength compared with those pirate generals and even pirate kings?

  Mr. Baita was able to say such arrogant words just now. Has he been promoted recently? Is he now Sequence 5 or Sequence 4?

  Hearing the meaning of Miss Justice's words, Renekton smiled and said:

  "Although not everyone can be defeated, there is no problem in escaping."

  "The Reader Path has a very appropriate description, called 'Because of omniscience, it is omnipotent'. At my level, the Beyonders of the Reader Path have no obvious shortcomings." Has

  he been promoted recently? It is very likely to be Sequence 5, or even Sequence 4. The Hanged Man guessed in his heart what Sequence Renekton is now.

  Because of omniscience, it is omnipotent. It sounds very powerful! I remember that the audience and the reader path are interchangeable.

  Hmm, what am I thinking about? Spectator is the most suitable path for me. Only when Sequence 4 of the spectator path cannot be promoted, will I consider other paths.

  Shaking her head slightly, gathering her thoughts, Audrey turned to all the members and said,

  "Ladies and gentlemen, do you have any news about the fruit of the Elder Tree and the blood of the Mirror Dragon?"

  "Yes." Emlyn answered without hesitation.

  This was the material he had encountered at a previous vampire gathering.

  Before Miss Justice could ask more happily, he blurted out,

  "The price of the fruit of the Elder Tree is between 500 and 700 pounds, and the blood of the Mirror Dragon is no more than 100 pounds."

  "But you have to pay me an additional 100 pounds. You know, I have to take risks and waste time for this."

  "Deal!" Audrey happily chose to accept it.

  Although she knew that she could bargain for such things, she felt that it was unnecessary. She hoped to reach a deal as soon as possible.

  After personally participating in a transaction, Emlyn gradually became familiar with it. After seeing that no one initiated a new transaction, he asked eagerly:

  "Everyone, who knows how the vampires can improve their strength without relying on gifts from their elders?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a lot of eyes falling on him.

  Before Emlyn was stared at by the Tarot Club members and was at a loss, Renekton responded:

  "There are only two main ingredients for the potion in this way. One is the characteristics of your vampires corresponding to the title, and the other is the characteristics of humans who take the potion to advance."

  "Why?" Emlyn asked subconsciously.

  Renekton glanced at this guy, not knowing whether he really didn't know or he didn't react for a while. Chapter 258 Departure

  "Because you vampires are the extraordinary materials needed for this path of advancement."

  The Hanged Man Alger replied in a very light tone. Without waiting for Emlyn's response, he continued:

  "I have a clue about the characteristics left by a vampire baron. He died in a sudden conflict and had no time to find an heir. You can use potions to receive this legacy and prevent the loss of the power of the vampires."

  Although he did not communicate with Emlyn too much, the Hanged Man Alger had almost figured out the character of Mr. Moon, and a few euphemistic words almost convinced Emlyn.

  Inheriting the legacy by potions and preventing the loss of the power of the vampires Emlyn murmured a few words. He suddenly felt that what Mr. Hanged Man said made sense, so he hurriedly asked:

  "What is the price?"

  The Hanged Man Alger chuckled and said:

  "About 5,000 pounds. The specific price will be known after I find the owner."

  Although he had not communicated with the big pirate yet, he believed that the other party would accept it as long as the price was not outrageous. After all, for pirates, being able to sell it is making money, and they have almost no cost.

  With such a large sum of money, I can take home several dolls that I have been eyeing for a long time, and I can also match them with some new clothes.

  While thinking, his eyes subconsciously fell on Renekton, who had just said that he would go to the pirates to ask for characteristics. He seemed to have thought of something, and said with some expectation:

  "Hey Mr. Baita, you just said that you would go to the pirates to get characteristics. Um. Can you go to the pirate that Mr. Hanged Man mentioned?"

  Emlyn's train of thought made everyone present stunned for a moment, and everyone silently gave a "naive vampire" evaluation in their hearts.

  Is it still like this? . Magician Fors was a little unresponsive for a while.

  "Do you think I won't charge you if I sell it to you?"

  Renekton asked back. You are still short of a Mr. Star, and you three celestial fools can form a group and debut.

  ".Uh. Pretend I didn't say anything."

  Emlyn was stunned for a moment, his tone gradually weakened, and he said something a little angry and embarrassed, then leaned back on the back of the chair and stopped talking. It's over, I have destroyed the noble and elegant image of the blood race.

  Why does this vampire feel so stupid? No wonder the blood race's high-level officials tricked him into praying to me. Klein sighed in his heart, and then manipulated the trumpet world and spoke hoarsely:

  "I have a clue about the characteristics left by a psychiatrist. Miss Justice, do you still need it?"

  I have to wait until I graze a new soul for the wriggling hunger, but the extraordinary pet raised by Miss Justice should not be in a hurry to be promoted. Speaking of which, Miss Justice almost contributed 90% of the entire Tarot Club's liquidity alone.

  "Of course." Justice Audrey almost hesitated.

  "It will take a certain amount of time, maybe a month, or even two months."

  The world added in a low voice.

  "No problem."

  Audrey nodded gently. Coincidentally, Susie had not yet digested the mind reader's magic potion.

  After agreeing to a deal with Miss Justice, Krahn continued to manipulate the world and said,

  "Everyone, help me keep an eye on the remaining spirituality of the ancient vengeful spirits and the eyes of the six-winged gargoyles."

  With the last request being raised, the transaction part of the Tarot Club ended, and everyone entered the free exchange session.

  Justice Audrey stood up first, lifted her skirt, and bowed to the head of the bronze long table, saying,

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I want to know the truth behind the Backlund smog incident. Is this purely caused by those cultists in order to awaken the original witch and the arrival of the true creator? Why did Prince Edessak cooperate with them?"

  "According to the principle of equivalent exchange you established, what do I need to pay to obtain the corresponding information?"

  It was a good question. I don't know. Klein muttered to himself in his heart, maintaining his leisurely sitting posture, and chuckled, saying,

  "No need. The root of the problem has not been discovered yet, but there are enough clues. I hope the people of the three major churches will not be too stupid."

  The root of the problem has not been discovered yet? The matter has not been completely resolved? Audrey was shocked to hear this, but she felt it was too unexpected.

  "Thank you for your answer." She bowed again sincerely.

  Everyone continued to exchange some topics until the Fool at the top announced:

  "Today's gathering ends here."

  "As you wish!" Everyone stood up and saluted.

  Moon Emlyn, who was attending the Aro Club for the first time and was not familiar with the procedures, was stunned for a second before he hurriedly stood up and saluted like other members.

  A series of deep red lights rose up, and the next moment, only Klein and Renekton were left at the Tarot Club.

  The strange crown placed in front of Klein floated with his thoughts, automatically flew up, and landed in front of Renekton.

  Klein leaned back in the high-backed chair and asked casually:

  "What revelation did you get? From the God of Knowledge? Or the Hidden Sage?"     "The God of Knowledge is just a picture of the sea, with Vice Admiral Iceberg's Golden Dream and Admiral Blood's Flesh and Blood Tree."

  "I won't stay at sea for too long. I have a hunch that the southern continent is the final destination."

  Renekton responded casually. He kept looking at the strange crown with a pale blue fluorescence in his eyes, giving people a feeling that any secrets and hidden things will be exposed under these eyes.

  War is the art of gathering people! The war bishop can gather the power of a team into a whole, and can also share his power with other teammates.

  What Renekton wants to analyze most is this ability of telepathic communication. I don't necessarily need teammates. I can create something like a paper man clone. With the connection, I should be able to pass on the power and let the paper man clone temporarily have a certain combat power.

  Moreover, if I develop some complex secrets, this ability should be very useful. It

  was not until Klein felt that his spiritual energy was too much and proposed to end this communication that Renekton put down the strange crown in his hand and left the space above the gray fog.

  Klein glanced at the strange crown covered with rust and blood on the long table, wrapped himself with spirituality, simulated the feeling of falling, and got out of the gray fog.

  In the study room that had been cleaned up and almost nothing was left, Renekton, who was sitting on a chair, opened his eyes, looked around a little, then leaned forward and stretched out his hand to grasp it in the air.

  A light blue light like water waves floated past, and a blank paper was dragged and torn off.

  This was through the "door", which folded the space in the room to a certain extent, and was torn directly from the notebook on the other side at a distance.

  Then he picked up the pen next to him, considered the wording a little, and began to write lines of words on the paper:

  Leonard and Grandpa, good evening!

  It should be evening when you see this letter. This is my prophecy.

  The demigod who parasitizes on rats will go to the sewer of Boklund Street to recuperate next month. Her name is Flora Jacob.

  I am about to leave Backlund. If you have anything, you can contact me through the messenger.

  Please don't forget our agreement, Grandpa. The more you recover, the greater the chance that I will steal something.

  I wish you two a happy life. Your friend, Al Tynes!

  Putting down the pen and folding the paper, Renekton stood up from his chair, looked around the study, and left the room after confirming that nothing was left out.

  In the living room downstairs, Bugs Bunny, wearing a custom-made small suit, a top hat, and a small black shoulder bag, skillfully put on a pair of gloves covered with a layer of metal armor.

  This is a magical item specially made for it by Renekton. It has no powerful effect, but it is more suitable for a rabbit's hand, and it is difficult to damage and will not block spirituality.

  The only function of this glove is to isolate the negative effects of the magical item made with the characteristics of a biologist.

  As long as Bugs Bunny does not use the branch, toxins will not accumulate in his body.

  Bugs Bunny waved the branch in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and tried to pretend to be a gentleman.

  After seeing Renekton coming, it immediately changed its appearance, looked at Renekton with grievance and said:

  "Boss, why don't you take me with you, but take that crow!"

  Feeling the resentment from a rabbit, Renekton shook his head helplessly and said:

  "Who told you to travel through the spirit world? If you follow me, you will definitely run around everywhere. Are you sure you can do it?"

  Bugs Bunny hesitated for a long time and nodded reluctantly:

  "Okay."

  "But not for too long, otherwise I will become someone else's rabbit."

  "Don't worry, it won't be more than four months at most." Renekton nodded gently to make a promise.

  Then he turned his head and called the crow who was grooming his feathers on the side, asking it to help him deliver the letter to Leonard.

  Seeing that Bugs Bunny was still a little depressed and struggling on the side, Renekton took two steps over and reached out to pick it up, and stepped directly into the spirit world.

  In Pritz Harbor, in front of a rather old three-story cottage, there was a wooden board with the words "Pritz Harbor Ticketing Company" hanging on the door.

  Renekton was holding Bugs Bunny, and his figure was quickly outlined, but the pedestrians around him seemed to have completely ignored this scene.

  As soon as he left the spirit world, Bugs Bunny fell from his hand and lay on the ground, looking dizzy and a little nauseous. Chapter 259 How can you change your face!

  Klein, who had just bought the boat ticket, saw Bugs Bunny lying on the ground, looking a little dizzy, and Renekton standing next to him with a helpless look. He asked curiously:

  "What's wrong with it?"

  "It's dizzy from the spiritual world." Renekton shrugged helplessly.

  ". No wonder you let it follow me," Klein said after two seconds of silence.

  I know about motion sickness and seasickness, but this is the first time I've seen dizziness from the spiritual world. Although this is not mystical, it is very scientific.

  If it follows you on the sea, I'm afraid it will have to move on the ground from now on.

  Seeing that Klein didn't say anything, Renekton took out a square iron box from his coat pocket and handed it to him, saying,

  "There are some purification spells in here. If Bugs Bunny is too poisoned and can't solve it by itself, you can use a spell on it. The opening spell is 'purification'."

  "Bugs Bunny will be entrusted to you to take care of it for a few months. During this period, its expenses and your salary will be borne by itself."

  A sense of déjà vu of a black-hearted boss, are you sure you didn't let it out to work? Klein muttered in his heart and reached out to take the small iron box.

  Bugs Bunny, who was still a little dizzy, heard this and staggered over. It looked up at Klein for two seconds, blinked, shook its head, and looked at Klein again.

  After confirming that it was not dizzy and did not recognize the person, it asked in confusion:

  "Boss, didn't you ask me to follow the detective who lives across the street? Why did you change to another person?"

  "Huh?" Klein chuckled when he heard it, then half-knelt down and stared at Bugs Bunny. He stretched out his right hand and wiped his face from top to bottom, changing into the appearance of detective Sherlock Moriarty again.

  "What about now?"

  Bugs Bunny's expression vividly praised a stunned look. It opened its mouth and murmured:

  "How can you change your face?"

  Klein was about to explain that this was his extraordinary ability, but he heard Bugs Bunny continue to say:

  "If you change back and forth, what if I recognize the wrong person and get lost?"

  Klein's words froze in his mouth. Controlling the slightly twitching corners of his mouth, he looked back at Renekton:

  "You, a rabbit, are quite security-conscious."

  He changed his appearance to Gehrman Sparrow again, looked at Bugs Bunny again and said:

  "Don't worry, I won't change casually. This appearance is the identity I use at sea."

  "Even if there is something that needs to change my appearance later, I will tell you in advance."

  "Really?" Bugs Bunny asked doubtfully.

  "I promise!"

  With Klein's repeated assurances, Bugs Bunny finally put his mind at ease.

  After temporarily entrusting Bugs Bunny to Klein, Renekton stepped into the spirit world again.

  Backlund, Minsk Street.

  Renekton's figure was quickly outlined in the living room. Anu, the crow who had delivered the letter, was already waiting here.

  "Well, it's time for us to set off." He called to the crow beside him.

  Then he picked up the leather briefcase on the coffee table beside him, and the crow Anu flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder.

  Renekton took a step forward, and his figure quickly became transparent and disappeared in the room.

  Jianhai County, Constant City.

  On a clock tower with a view of the sea in the distance, an old man wearing a heavy woolen coat and a half-high black hat stood quietly. His blue eyes looked at the sea in the distance, immersing himself in the memories of the past.

  Beside him, a figure was quickly outlined.

  Sensing the fluctuation of spirituality, Lawrence turned his head and looked:

  Renekton appeared next to him, carrying a leather briefcase and a crow with shiny black feathers standing on his shoulder.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Lawrence."

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Tynes~ I thought you would come later."

  Lawrence's voice was not as deep as it was in Backlund. At this moment, he even seemed to be full of energy.

  Renekton walked to his side and looked at the relatively mild sea:

  "Admiral Xing's Future is staying in the sea, and I just happened to be meeting a friend."

  "When are you going to be promoted?"     "It can be done right now." Lawrence responded firmly.

  Renekton nodded, without asking any more questions, he stretched out his left hand and put it on Lawrence's shoulder, and the two figures quickly faded and disappeared.

  In a room that looked a bit like an office, the figures of Renekton and Lawrence quickly emerged.

  "I'll mix the potion first."

  As he spoke, Lawrence had walked to a desk, opened a locked drawer, and took out several iron boxes of different sizes and a glass bottle.

  He turned to look at Renekton:

  "Can you help me make some pure water? 50 ml will do. I was planning to get it later."

  "No problem." Renekton nodded slightly.

  He walked over a few steps, and his eyes were instantly covered with a layer of light blue light. He half raised his right hand, spreading spirituality, and the water elements in the air quickly condensed and gathered in the glass under the guidance of spirituality.

  Although there was no specific measurement, relying on the spiritual intuition of the Beyonder and the calculation ability of the Reader's Path, Renekton was sure that there was exactly 50 ml of pure water in the glass, not more, not less.

  Lawrence smiled and nodded in thanks, then began to take out materials one by one and mix the Recorder's potion.

  Soon, a bottle of the Recorder's potion was mixed. The potion was light blue, and there were countless symbols, patterns, and logos in it that were constantly changing and floating.

  After mixing the potion, Lawrence sat back in the chair, closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together, and placed them in front of his mouth and nose, praying in a slow voice:

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

  "I pray to you;"

  "Pray for your favor."

  Klein, who was resting in the hotel, suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers coming from his ears. He glanced at Bugs Bunny sitting on the windowsill fiddling with the potted plants, and then got up and went into the bathroom.

  He immediately set up a spiritual wall to block the rabbit outside from possible investigation, and then he quickly took four steps backwards and entered the gray fog.

  Through the crimson stars corresponding to the praying person, he saw Lawrence praying to him, and understood from the words of the prayer that he was preparing to be promoted and wanted to seek his protection.

  Klein looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the strange crown covered with rust and blood.

  Fortunately, Al left the characteristics of this sequence one on the gray fog. The "Black Emperor" card had just been lent to Mr. Azik, otherwise I would not be able to respond to Mr. Lawrence's prayer.

  While thinking, he had already picked up the strange crown. Unlike the feeling given to him by the "Black Emperor" card, this strange crown brought not only a very high status, but also substantial power.

  He casually summoned a crudely cut paper man, pried the power of the gray fog, mixed it with the power of the sequence one level in the strange crown in his hand, poured it into the paper man, and then threw it forward.

  The paper figure quickly expanded, twisted, and burned in midair, turning into an image of a tall angel wearing iron-blooded armor and carrying twelve pairs of wings burning with red flames. The figure

  of the flame angel quickly sank into the crimson star corresponding to Lawrence.

  When Lawrence prayed for the third time, Renekton noticed some unusual changes, but he could not see them clearly or describe them.

  Lawrence, who was praying, only felt that a thick gray-white mist emerged in his vision, and a crimson light like a tide was constantly pouring out.

  He saw a tall figure sitting on the thick gray mist. Although it was blurry, it gave him an unusually great and lofty feeling, like a great existence looking down on everything in the world.

  The next moment, a tall angel wearing armor stained with rust and blood and carrying twelve pairs of blood-red, flaming wings appeared in his field of vision.

  This angel with an extremely aggressive aura wrapped him with layers of wings burning with flames. Lawrence was in a trance for a moment. He seemed to vaguely feel the great existence, and felt a sense of warmth and protection.

  This is not the angel from last time, but He is also an archangel with twelve pairs of wings. How many angels are there under the seat of Mr. Fool?

  In a flash of thought, Lawrence had opened his eyes. He picked up the record officer potion on the table in front of him, just took a quick look, and drank it all.

  With the improvement of sequence, the connection between the members of the Abraham family and their ancestor "Mr. Men" will gradually deepen, and then inevitably lose control and die.

  This is also the reason why our Abraham family has not had a sequence seven or above extraordinary person in these years.

  Soon Lawrence had no energy to think about these things. His promotion had begun.

  He felt that his body was undergoing drastic changes under the effect of the potion. His brain was rapidly alienating, his mind was in a trance, and the primitive crazy desire was impacting his reason.

  As time passed, Lawrence's promotion finally ended.

  He slowly opened his eyes, and in his eyes he saw an illusory, slowly turning pages of a book Chapter 260 Recorder

  I have been promoted successfully. I have not been affected by the whispers from my ancestors, and I have not lost control. I am already a Sequence 6 Recorder!

  The pattern of flipping books in his eyes slowly disappeared, and a sincere smile appeared on Lawrence's face.

  This means that our Abraham family has taken the most successful first step in breaking the curse!

  Renekton's eyes were covered with a layer of gray and white. He was predicting the impact of the full moon whispers on Lawrence in a prophetic way.

  There will be a deeper connection between Sequence 6 Lawrence and "Mr. Men", which will make the full moon whispers he suffers more serious and fatal.

  This kind of blood connection should not be enough to break the law of the full moon. Lawrence himself is not strong enough to allow "Mr. Men" to establish this level of connection.

  After deducing the result, Renekton's eyes returned to normal.

  Lawrence looked at Renekton nervously, and he seemed to see that Renekton was making a prophecy for him.

  Seeing Lawrence's overly nervous expression, Renekton chuckled and said,

  "No problem. With your current sequence, it is not enough for 'Mr. Men' to affect you beyond the full moon rule."

  "Moreover, 'Mr. Men' at other times is different from Him during the full moon. You just need to remember to pray during the full moon." "

  Well, if you encounter a blood moon night or an emergency created by a crimson scholar, and your prayers are not responded to in time, you can also recite another honorific name."

  Lawrence's expression gradually relaxed. As long as he didn't hear the ancestor's mumbling at any time, it wouldn't have much impact on him.

  After relaxing, he was in the mood to think about other questions. What is the difference between the ancestor at other times and Him during the full moon?

  Although he was puzzled, he did not ask this question. Even if he successfully promoted to Sequence 6, he would be no different from other low-sequence extraordinary people in front of the ancestor. Unless he reached the level of half-human and half-god.

  After sighing inwardly, he adjusted his mood and asked curiously:

  "What is the other honorific name? Which great being is it?"

  "The essence of knowledge, the root of mystery, the glory of civilization, and the persistence of truth."

  Renekton said in a pious tone imitating the mechanical hand, and then chuckled and said:

  "There is a more specific and intuitive description: 'Hidden Sage' is a part of Him."

  Lawrence's face turned slightly pale, which reminded him of some unpleasant memories. If Renekton was not in front of him, he would probably cut off all contact with him immediately.

  The last time they had a relationship with the evil god True Creator, their entire family was greatly affected, and all his descendants died in that disaster.

  Although the Hidden Sage is not the crazy True Creator, He is also an evil god.

  Just by looking at Lawrence's expression, Renekton knew what he was thinking, and could only sigh in his heart that the Hidden Sage was really doing badly, and it was obvious that He only wanted to spy on the secret people!

  Then he chuckled and said soothingly:

  "You don't have to worry so much. Although the Hidden Sage has also been regarded as an evil god by the seven major churches, He is only interested in those who peeped at secrets and follows his instinct to bring them knowledge."

  "And that great being is not the Hidden Sage. When He returns, He will take back the authority that belongs to the Hermit. As a member of the Abraham family, you should not be too unfamiliar with these things, right?"

  Lawrence was stunned for a moment. He didn't know about the things above the sequence, but simply thought that this was a struggle between the Sequence 0.

  But the Hidden Sage doesn't seem to have any civilized performance and authority? This is closer to the adjacent path of the Common Knowledge. Could it be...

  "Don't guess, your guess must be wrong. Perhaps after Mr. Men returns, you can ask Him."

  "Will the ancestors really return?"

  Lawrence asked with expectation on his face, but in a tone of disbelief.

  "Yes, but He will lose the qualification to compete for the position of the Great Lord of the Spirit World. After all, it will be a white-hot stage at that time, and there will be no time for Him to slowly recover and adjust His state."

  Lawrence was a little confused about what the Great Lord of the Spirit World was. Shouldn't the pinnacle of the Apprentice Path be the "Gate"?

  But he didn't ask about it. In the mysterious world of the extraordinary, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

  He turned the topic back to himself:

  "I have been to many places over the years and met many people and things. Although I haven't started to record various extraordinary abilities, this has also made my recorder potion digest a lot."

  Renekton nodded slightly and said very sincerely:

  "Congratulations, maybe in a short time, you will go one step further and become a traveler."

  "Do you need to record some extraordinary abilities now? As a prophet, I have enough extraordinary abilities."

  "Prophet? You have already entered the level of half-human and half-god!"

  Lawrence was surprised, but he was a little confused, and he remembered some information about the Prophet sequence he had read. This is the sequence four of the Reader Path!

  Then he nodded again and said,

  "Then I'll trouble you. Record enough different types of extraordinary abilities so that I can digest the recorder's potion to a large extent."

  Renekton nodded slightly, then put his hand on Lawrence's shoulder, and the figures of the two quickly faded away. On

  the outskirts of Constanton, next to a remote forest.     Renekton looked at Lawrence and asked,

  "How many different levels of Beyonder abilities can you record now?"

  Lawrence closed his eyes slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, he opened his eyes and said,

  "Only 1 can be recorded at the demigod level, 10 at Sequence 5 and Sequence 6, and 25 below Sequence 7."

  "I understand." Renekton nodded slightly.

  He then took two steps forward, and a strong light blue fluorescence gradually emerged in his eyes. He leaned back slightly, and his arms half opened, as if embracing the sun.

  The next moment, in the air in front of him, a huge ball of light, wrapped in countless sacred flames and emitting a blazing light, appeared out of thin air.

  After the last battle with the incarnation of the real Creator, Renekton had the experience of simulating the sun at the angel level. This Beyonder ability, which originally belonged to the Darkless Ones of the Sun Path, has made a qualitative leap in his hands.

  Even the Yangyan used by the Darkless Ones cannot compare with the beggar version of the sun that I simulated now.

  Lawrence, who was standing aside, felt a burning sensation from his body and soul, like ice cubes under the scorching sun in summer.

  This is a demigod-level ability, and even among abilities of the same level, it is extremely powerful.

  Without hesitation, Lawrence used the most core extraordinary ability of the recorder, "recording".

  An illusory, slowly turning book was reflected in his eyes.

  The mutated "brain" constantly recorded and reproduced the process of Renekton using extraordinary abilities, and then drove some activated cells to form corresponding symbols, patterns and logos to complete the storage. After

  performing the ability, Renekton turned his head and looked at Lawrence behind him.

  Lawrence shook his head slightly helplessly:

  "Recording failed..."

  "It's okay, continue!"

  After nodding slightly, Renekton used the extraordinary ability just now again

  . At night, on the Future, anchored on the sea.

  Renekton's figure quickly outlined on the deck, and almost in the next second, Cattleya walked out of the captain's room.

  She was not too surprised to see Renekton appear on the Future. Frank had received a letter long before, telling her that Renekton would return to the Future today.

  Cattleya was wearing a purple dress with golden patterns, which seemed to have been specially modified. The style was somewhere between a dress and a wizard's robe.

  She reached out and lifted the gold-framed glasses on her nose, and said in a very good mood:

  "Long time no see, welcome back to the Future."

  After a slight pause, she walked onto the deck and continued:

  "I thought you would come tomorrow. After all, it's not far from midnight."

  Renekton retracted his gaze and curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a sunny smile and said:

  "Long time no see, Captain!"

  "I stayed in Constant City for some time, helping a newly promoted recorder record some extraordinary abilities, and then stayed for a sumptuous dinner."

  Cattleya nodded lightly, then turned around and led Renekton to the cabin:

  "What strange experimental direction did you propose to Frank? He has been locking himself in the laboratory recently, staying among a pile of contaminated monster corpses, and not turning on the lights, saying that he was simulating the environment."

  "Captain, are you worried that Frank will breed some strange species?"

  "How many of the species he breeds are not strange?"

  Cattleya asked back in a deep voice.

  Renekton was speechless for a moment. He tried to think for a long time and found that Frank had cultivated only a handful of normal species, but the abnormal species, to be frank, could easily be piled up into two small mountains.

  He rationally skipped the topic and said,

  "I want him to cultivate some edible plants that grow in the dark, preferably the kind that use polluted monsters as nutrients."

  "Are you sure that kind of food is really edible?"

  Cattleya sighed. Sometimes she really wanted to throw Frank off the boat.