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  Chapter 281 Wheel of Fortune

  On the Golden Dream, Renekton, who had just returned to the cabin, was suddenly touched.

  A purple halo flashed in his eyes, and he caught a glimpse of a vague silver-gray figure that flashed in front of him.

  An envelope sealed with wax was placed in front of Renekton, and fell as the silver-gray figure disappeared.

  Renekton reached out to catch the envelope, and his intuition told him that it should be the Wheel of Fortune card sent by Bernadette.

  He was not in a hurry to open the envelope, and his eyes were always on the place where the messenger disappeared just now. The purple halo in his eyes was covered with a layer of grayish white.

  He looked ahead calmly, and his sight seemed to penetrate time and saw the true appearance of the messenger who had just sent him the letter.

  It was a strange creature that looked a bit like a centaur, with six legs in the lower body and a headless man in the upper body. It was covered with silver-gray hair, which was close to the skin, as if it was coated with a layer of metallic color.

  Is this the true appearance of the speedster? The creatures in the spirit world are really weirder than each other. Muttering to himself, Renekton took the envelope and walked back to his room.

  He couldn't wait to open the envelope. In addition to a folded letter, there was also a tarot card, a tarot card without the corresponding image of Roselle, and a line of small words "Wheel of Fortune" in the upper left corner.

  "As the only major arcana card without a character, I thought Roselle would force me to cosplay."

  Renekton glanced at the Wheel of Fortune card in his hand. He felt a little disappointed when he didn't see Roselle's new image.

  But this is probably why he was relieved to give this blasphemous card to Bernadette. If it is a witch or moon card, he can have a chance to collect witch cards. Such good things must be displayed.

  Although the Wheel of Fortune card does not have the image of Roselle like other blasphemous cards, its card face is very rich. A three-layered wheel of fortune is hung in the blue sky, and the wheel of fortune is surrounded by jackals, swords, lions and snakes.

  There was a winged animal at each corner of the card, which corresponded to the four symbols of fire, water, wind, and earth on the Wheel of Fortune.

  Renekton held the Wheel of Fortune card in his right hand and gently brushed the card with his left hand. An illusory sound of breaking sounded in his ears, and the seal that Bernadette had placed on the card was lifted by him.

  Lines of ancient Fusac words appeared on the card, presenting the potion formulas and rituals of the Destiny Path Sequence 9 to Sequence 0 in full.

  Renekton skipped the previous potion formulas and rituals, and his eyes fell directly on the last Sequence 0:

  Sequence 0: The Wheel of Fortune

  is equivalent to the incarnation of destiny to a certain extent, which can affect the entire world and let all the behaviors of all living beings except the gods be determined by themselves.

  Ritual: Find the right opportunity in the torrent of destiny.

  ".Digitize the entire world and turn the entire world into a dice-throwing Monopoly game?"

  Renekton suddenly thought of the probability dice held by the School of Life. The style of that dice has great potential in this regard.

  I wonder if the demon of knowledge, who controls knowledge and civilization, can digitize the entire world. Hmm. It is likely that it can. The principle of the sage's robe is to copy information, record status, and reset that information after a certain period of time. Since it can be copied, it is likely that it can also be modified.

  After pondering for a while, he reached out again and brushed the surface of the Wheel of Fortune. A layer of faint starlight diffused and quickly disappeared, and a new seal was added to the Wheel of Fortune.

  The long-term aggregation effect is likely to attract high-sequence things on this path. He cannot guarantee that the one attracted must be Ouroboros, who will not have any ill will towards him.

  After putting away the Wheel of Fortune, he picked up the letter on the table beside him, unfolded it and read it:

  The Death Announcement is recruiting crew members. Except for the Undead King Agaritu, all the crew members on the Death Announcement have died.

  I noticed the arrival of the hidden sage, also in the direction of the White Whale Sea, not too far from the sea where the iceberg will fight the Undead King.

  I saw a ship, an empty ship!

  That's the Flesh and Blood Tree of Admiral Blood!

  The sea is controlled by the Church of Storms. Try not to clash with them at sea. They have an absolute advantage.

  A pirate king told me that the sea is controlled by the Church of Storms. It always feels a bit strange. But, everyone on the Death Notice died except Agaritu? This is not right. The battle was not intense.

  Renekton muttered and shook the letter paper. A flame rose from it and quickly burned the paper.

  Then, his figure, leaning on the chair, faded and disappeared quickly. He entered the spirit world and wandered towards the depths of the spirit world.

  Bansi Port, outside the Church of Storms.

  After Klein led Danitz and others to meet with Captain Ellan in the Church of Storms, the two sides exchanged information, quickly reached a consensus, and rushed to the White Agate.

  When they were about to reach the telegraph office, they met a middle-aged man holding a lantern.

  He was wearing a dark blue bishop's robe embroidered with a storm symbol. He lowered his head, looked pale, breathed a little hurriedly, and staggered a little. He seemed to be seriously injured.

  "Bishop Miller?" As the captain, Ireland recognized him after a little concentration and blurted out with some surprise.

  The middle-aged man raised his head, raised the lantern in his hand and looked at Ireland who spoke, and said:

  "Are you. Ireland?"     "Yes, Mr. Bishop, I saw Jace dead. What happened here?"

  Ireland did not walk over directly, but stayed where he was and asked.

  During this process, Klein and Danitz moved their bodies imperceptibly to reduce their presence in front of the bishop of the Church of Storms.

  "The wounds on his body seem to be caused by the people of the Church of Storms."

  Bugs Bunny, who had been following Klein's feet, looked at the man called bishop by Captain Ireland for a while, and suddenly said something.

  "Hmm? It could be a magical animal?"

  Ireland looked at Bugs Bunny who suddenly spoke in surprise, and then looked at Gehrman Sparrow.

  "Hmm."

  Klein responded expressionlessly.

  While speaking, he took out a gold coin from his pocket and whispered the divination sentence:

  "He has malicious intentions."

  Clang! The gold coin was thrown away by him, and then quickly fell down and landed in Klein's palm.

  The head is facing up, which means affirmation!

  Bishop Miller looked straight at this scene, and a dark red light suddenly emerged in his gray-brown eyes.

  With a woosh, the wind blew out of his body, propping up his dark blue priest robe.

  Crack, crack, crack!

  The nearby roadside trees were broken by the wind and flew into the air.

  Bugs Bunny exerted force and inserted the branch cane in his hand into the ground to stabilize his body that was almost blown away by the wind.

  But the hat on his head was blown away by the wind and was caught by Klein who was retreating.

  Donna, Denton and others behind him did not have this ability. They were thrown several meters away and fell to the ground, feeling pain all over.

  Only Cleves and his bodyguard companions, who were in better physical condition, staggered to the ground and rolled several times in succession.

  Captain Ellan, who was facing Bishop Miller, was very flexible in making continuous backward and rolling movements to avoid the oncoming wind pressure.

  Klein and Danitz, who were stronger, did not resist, and followed the trend and floated like a kite, while maintaining their own balance.

  Puff! Puff! Chi!

  Thick, green, barbed vines broke out of the ground and attacked Bishop Miller, who was blowing the wind.

  "Hmph!"

  A muffled hum came from his nose, and invisible sharp wind blades shot out, cutting all the vines that attacked him.

  The whirlwind around him consciously moved his body to the back for a distance, avoiding the subsequent vine attacks.

  The wind he stirred up stopped for a while, and the surrounding fog was blown away, revealing six figures hidden under the fog.

  They were all wearing black cloaks, without heads, and even had blood flowing from their necks, looking like they had just been beheaded.

  Hoo! Hoo!

  They made a low roar like a beast ready to attack.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Sharp invisible wind blades cut through the air and attacked Bugs Bunny, who was holding the branch and controlling the vines.

  Bugs Bunny then kicked his legs and rushed back, turning into a blurry gray figure, avoiding all the wind blades.

  The next moment, a crazy, terrifying feeling of hunger emerged, and everyone felt as if they were being stared at by a terrifying and ferocious monster, and they would be skinned and eaten at any time.

  Danitz's eyes shrank, and he knew that this was Gehrman Sparrow no longer hiding himself.

  Klein used paper substitutes continuously to shorten the distance between himself and Bishop Miller. The pair of human leather gloves on his left hand squirmed and grew dark golden scales.

  Klein's pupils faded, as if they were erected, and his eyes reflected the excited Bishop Miller in a dark blue robe.

  The next moment, the bishop who was releasing wind blades to chase Bugs Bunny suddenly tilted his head back and his body froze. Chapter 282 I feel like I can't even beat a rabbit!

  The dark red light in Bishop Miller's eyes was confused and crazy for a moment, and his skin also became smooth and colorful, like the epidermis of some marine creature.

  A low, chirping breath came out of his mouth, and a series of slippery and disgusting tentacles emerged from under his dark blue robe.

  It seems that Bishop Miller's original mental state was not very good, and he was even affected by pollution. Under the "madness" of the psychiatrist, he directly lost control!

  The next moment, thick thorns quickly broke through the ground and entangled with the slippery tentacles on Bishop Miller's body.

  There was a layer of ink-like blackness spreading on its slippery and disgusting tentacles.

  The barbs on the thorns pierced into the tentacles and continuously released nerve-paralyzing toxins.

  Seeing this scene, Klein narrowed his eyes slightly. Bugs Bunny's combat experience was richer than he expected. It was even quite skilled in fighting.

  After muttering in his heart, he immediately switched to the soul driven by the wriggling hunger.

  The glove on his left hand was stained with a layer of gold, and his expression became majestic. His eyes were locked on Bishop Miller, who was constantly entangled in the thorns in front and around him.

  His pupils lit up instantly, and a light like lightning flashed across them.

  The next moment, Bishop Miller screamed, and some of the tentacles that were pulling against the thorns directly tore off the thick thorns, while others were torn off by the thorns, spilling black and green viscous liquid, and falling to the ground with a sizzling sound.

  His spirit was pierced, and he felt an indescribable extreme pain in his mind. The wind blades that had already formed around him instantly dissipated into nothingness.

  Puff! Puff! Puff!

  The ground around him was broken again, and this time it was no longer thorns, but the carnivorous plants that opened their scarlet mouths and revealed bloody fangs.

  Like hungry beasts, they bit Bishop Miller's head, body, and the slippery tentacles under his feet.

  Klein seized the opportunity, took two steps forward, leaned back slightly, opened his arms, and made a gesture of embracing the sun.

  Suddenly, the surroundings became brighter, the air seemed to heat up instantly, and the strong wind stopped instantly.

  Then, a magnificent and pure blazing light column descended from the sky and enveloped Bishop Miller.

  The man-eating plants summoned by Bugs Bunny with the wooden stick in his hand showed signs of withering, but they still bit Bishop Miller tightly, but they felt a little powerless.

  Bishop Miller's body, which was tightly bitten by the man-eating plants, began to evaporate, first the epidermis, then the tentacles, and finally the flesh and blood.

  When the brilliant light column summoned by Klein disappeared, only some dry and yellow vines and thorns and a pool of monsters made of bones and flesh and blood were left on the spot, and the breath was extremely weak!

  "He is not dead yet. The vitality of the out-of-control person is really tenacious. If it were me, I would have become a roasted rabbit!"

  Bugs Bunny on the side squinted and muttered softly.

  Klein nodded slightly, maintaining the cold tone of Gehrman Sparrow, and said,

  "Go help them."

  After instructing Bugs Bunny, Klein took a few steps forward and stopped beside the remains of Bishop Miller. He squatted slightly, leaned forward, and pressed his left hand with a wriggling hunger on the pool of flesh and blood.

  A crack appeared silently in the palm of his left hand, and two rows of illusory, white teeth grew out of it, frantically devouring the remaining flesh and blood and spirituality of Bishop Miller.

  Seeing this scene, Bugs Bunny shuddered. It suddenly felt that Klein, who had become Gehrman Sparrow, was a little scary.

  It hurriedly ran towards Danitz with a wooden stick. Two of the headless bodies had fallen, all burned into charred charcoal.

  Bugs Bunny kicked his legs hard, leaving a mark of neither deep nor shallow on the ground. His entire body turned into a gray stream of light, and quickly pounced on a headless body near Donna and Denton.

  Under the horrified gaze of Cleves and others, he kicked the headless body's chest with his legs, kicked it several meters away, and fell to the ground.

  He then stretched out a claw, took out a handful of plant seeds from the black cloth bag slung over his body, and scattered them casually.

  As soon as these seeds landed on the ground, they began to grow wildly, growing into strange and thick vines, as if they were mutated from many different types of plants.

  These vines quickly entangled the headless body that it kicked out.

  Then it relied on similar operations to pull or kick the other three headless bodies and throw them together.

  The vines on the ground quickly twisted and squirmed, entangled them into a ball.

  Danitz stared at Bugs Bunny's smooth operation in amazement. Is this fat rabbit so powerful? Why do I feel like I can't even beat a rabbit!

  Cough! He cleared his throat and stood up straight.

  He raised his right hand slightly, and the red flames quickly condensed on his palm, quickly condensing into a spear wrapped in blazing white flames.

  Then, he focused his eyes slightly, locked his sight on the headless body tied up by vines, and threw the blazing white spear in his hand.

  Boom!

  The sound of flames surging and exploding rang out.

  He condensed flaming spears one after another and threw them out, each one firmly inserted into the headless bodies, blasting them to pieces and bursting into a series of flames.     Then he raised his hands and pushed forward, condensing a group of red fire crows in front of him.

  Danitz controlled these fire crows to hit the headless bodies from different angles, making them unable to break out of the flames.

  Klein, who had finished feeding the wriggling hunger, walked back. He glanced at Danitz, whose forehead was covered with sweat, then retracted his gaze and walked forward easily.

  His right hand quietly reached into the inside of his coat, touched the sun brooch, and poured spirituality into it.

  In the red in front of him, golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air. These flames exuded the majestic and pervasive breath of the sun, densely connected into one piece.

  The headless bodies were like hot oil encountering flames, and they quickly melted under the golden flames that exuded the pure and sacred breath of the sun.

  They fell to the ground, screaming and twitching, and were soon burned into a pool of dry, coagulated blood.

  Phew~ Solved. Gehrman Sparrow is really strong. Even when facing the captain, he has the ability to compete. Danitz stared at Klein and sighed silently in his heart.

  Then, he saw Gehrman Sparrow glanced at him coldly.

  The expression on Danitz's face froze, and he turned his neck stiffly, pretending to be indifferent.

  Deep in the spirit world, in front of a magnificent and vast building.

  Renekton stood here quietly. He looked at the building carefully. This was his first time to come to the library in person.

  Its architectural style is not like a library. It is more like an ancient palace built in the spirit world, or more accurately, a palace complex.

  Because it looks like many tall buildings of different styles are cleverly pieced together.

  This place seems to be different from the beginning. It is more magnificent than then, and has more living characteristics. Muttering in his heart, Renekton walked towards the door of the library.

  The first thing that caught his eye was a plague doctor wearing a beak-shaped mask, holding a cane, and wearing a dark robe.

  The beak mask on its head was flashing with a faint green fluorescence, adding a bit of weirdness and life to it.

  Behind it was a holy unicorn, a fire demon surrounded by flames, and a beautiful, cold snow girl.

  Was it to put these at the gate to add a horror atmosphere to the library? . The thought flashed through his mind, and Renekton had already walked through the gate area where the statues were placed.

  As soon as he entered the library, he saw a thin old man wearing a lemon yellow robe and a long white beard.

  The other party was concentrating on flipping through a book. From the cover, it looked like a newly compiled book. The title on it was directly "On Prophecy", which was very modern knowledge church style.

  "Good evening, Mr. Venitan."

  Renekton walked up to the other party and greeted him familiarly.

  Huang Guang Venitan then turned his eyes away from the book and looked at Renekton. He smiled and nodded and said,

  "Those statues placed at the door are meant for the spiritual creatures to see. They can not only receive feedback from them, but also help spread the information and stories."

  Renekton was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the other party to answer the thought that flashed through his mind when he just entered the door. It felt like an honest hall.

  He smiled and nodded, quickly gathering all the divergent thoughts in his mind.

  This was not too difficult for him, but usually, he preferred to maintain that kind of random divergent thinking and wild thinking. The overly rational state always made him feel that he was not human enough.

  "You seem to have doubts that you want to ask me for answers."

  Venitan smiled kindly.

  Renekton nodded gently. He did have some questions. Huang Guang was a symbol of the field of astrology, and He was a very suitable person to ask.

  Renekton hesitated for a moment, then spoke carefully:

  "When I was promoted to a prophet, I glimpsed some of my destiny. I saw some of my own future. All the tributaries of destiny eventually went in the same direction and merged into a larger destiny that I could not see clearly."

  "My intuition tells me that this is not a normal situation."  Chapter 283 Separation of Identity and "Mother"

  Huang Guang Venitan's expression suddenly became serious. He looked up at the top of Renekton's head, and his eyes gradually became deep and distant, as if he was looking at something, peeping at something, and thinking about something.

  After a moment, his eyes became clear again. Under Renekton's expectant gaze, Venitan shook his head gently:

  "I didn't see the abnormality you said, and my divination also had no results."

  "But fate can be concealed. What you see yourself is more credible than my divination."

  Having said this, he paused for a moment, as if he was choosing his words, and after a moment he continued:

  "Do you know the Dragon of Imagination? There is a sentence in many books describing him: The future that he declares will surely take place and become a reality."

  "Perhaps your doubts are similar. There is something of a high enough status that is affecting your destiny. No matter what changes you make, you will eventually move towards the future that has been prepared long ago." Renekton

  stared at Huang Guang Venitan in front of him. He intuitively thought that the other party seemed to know something, but was not ready to tell him.

  Without stopping for long, he saluted and thanked the other party, and then walked deeper into the library.

  Soon, he came to the rest area where Mr. Huang often stayed. There were no spiritual creatures except the Seven Lights, so it seemed very empty.

  As soon as Renekton arrived here, he saw a group of gray, green, or light blue and dark black dots of light floating around Mr. Huang, condensing into light groups of different sizes.

  "Although these characteristics are not of high sequence, there are enough of them. If they are put together, they are easy to encounter the saints of the Rose School under the influence of the aggregation effect. The church will disperse them."

  Mr. Huang's voice echoed in Renekton's ears.

  He nodded gently, indicating that he had no objection to this handling method.

  Then Mr. Huang gently waved his right hand, and the surroundings quickly scattered everywhere and disappeared.

  He turned his head to look at Renekton, and said in a warning:

  "Your plan for the Rose School has changed. Don't rely too much on prophecy. Divination is not omnipotent, and prophecy is neither."

  "I have felt it." Renekton responded with a wry smile.

  Mr. Huang nodded, and did not talk about this topic anymore, instead he asked:

  "You want me to help you separate the identity of Renekton?"

  Renekton nodded slightly:

  "Yes, I need a completely independent clone to carry the characteristics of the reader's path on my body."

  "But I don't know any saints or angels of the audience's path, and I don't feel comfortable opening my mind in front of them."

  Mr. Huang nodded slightly without comment:

  "No problem."

  "Although I can't simulate the ability of a thief, I can amplify the gathering effect between extraordinary characteristics, which can also attract the characteristics in your body."

  "But this will more or less have some impact on you, maybe you can find a trustworthy thief angel."

  Is Pallez being watched? Yes, He still has the last characteristic that Amon needs to become a god, so it is natural for Storm and others to pay attention to him.

  Renekton nodded slightly and chuckled,

  "It's not difficult. I know an angel from the Thief's Path. He's quite friendly."

  Mr. Huang stopped talking. He stretched out his right hand. A wisp of brass light emerged and wandered around his hand, gradually gathering into a slightly illusory ball of light.

  "Relax your mind and don't resist."

  He groaned, then pushed his right palm forward slightly, and the slightly illusory ball of light immediately sank into Renekton's head.

  Renekton closed his eyes tightly, and only felt that he was in a trance for a while. Past memories kept emerging in his mind, and those memories belonging to Renekton Soth became particularly clear.

  There was a feeling that something was gradually peeling off from him. Renekton suddenly felt that he had put down a burden, and his mind became particularly light.

  Next to Renekton, a figure who looked exactly like him, wearing a light yellow windbreaker, with a slightly messy head of golden hair, and a clear childish figure slowly emerged and quickly solidified.

  "Alright."

  Mr. Huang glanced at the separated Renekton Soth, and whispered in an ambiguous tone:

  "You are still him, but not completely him. However, I have fulfilled my promise."

  "Promise?"

  Renekton looked at Mr. Huang in confusion after opening his eyes. The other party had no expression on his face, and seemed a little indifferent and serious. He just glanced at him lightly and didn't say anything.

  Renekton knew what to do and didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and looked at the separate clone from himself, and looked at it carefully.

  The other party was exactly the same as himself, except for the childishness that had not completely faded from his body, even the clothes he wore were the same.

  Renekton rubbed his chin with his right thumb, thought for a while, then took off the glasses on his nose and handed them to the other party.     After the other party took the glasses and put them on, he nodded with satisfaction and chuckled:

  "I return the identity of Renekton Soth to you. From today on, I am just Al Tynes."

  Renekton Soth, who had already put on his glasses, chuckled and nodded in response:

  "Good evening, Mr. Tynes."

  "It's a new year. I think I need to go back to Feyneport first. It just so happens that Pales also needs some time to recover."

  "No problem, do you need me to take you back?"

  "I'm just an ordinary person now. If you don't want me to die from the information pollution of the spirit world as soon as I leave this library, then take me a ride."

  Renekton nodded lightly, turned around and politely thanked and said goodbye to Mr. Huang.

  Then he reached out and grabbed the shoulders of his clone. Dots of starlight spread out, tightly surrounding the two bodies, and then quickly faded transparent, leaving this library and leaving the depths of the spirit world.

  After wandering in the spirit world for a long time, Renekton brought his clone to the spirit world area corresponding to Madan.

  In the second-floor garden of Bugs Bunny on Baifeng Street in Madan City, two figures were quickly outlined.

  Renekton stretched out his hand and pushed forward. Renekton South, who was wearing glasses on his nose and looked a little childish, stumbled forward and his figure disappeared into a "door" and then hit the door downstairs.

  He turned his head and looked at the garden on the second floor of the house next to him. There was no figure there. The timid guy hid really quickly. Isn't it just going home?

  Muttering softly, he stretched out his hand and rang the doorbell on the side.

  Dingling! Dingling!

  Soon after the doorbell rang, the door was opened from the inside. It was not the familiar butler who opened the door, but his mother Isabel.

  Her long golden hair was tied up high, and she was wearing a thick fur coat. The glasses on her nose were rarely taken off. Her light blue eyes seemed haggard, and there were obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and forehead.

  He saw Rekton Soth standing outside the door, stunned for a moment, his eyes were filled with strong emotions, and he was a little dazed for a moment.

  The two of them were stunned for a moment, and Rekton Soth came back to his senses first, deliberately lowering his voice to make his voice sound more serious:

  "Dear Ms. Isabel, I think I really need a warm hug now, instead of being left outside the door in the cold wind!"

  Warm tears ran across Isabel's face, she rushed forward and hugged Rekton Soth tightly.

  She wrapped her arms around him tightly, as if she was afraid that what she was facing now was just a dream, and she was eager to prove that the child in her arms was real.

  "Ahem!"

  "Ms. Isabel, I can't breathe."

  Isabel reluctantly let go of her hand, and held Rekton's face with trembling hands, trying to remember every detail of him in her mind.

  After a moment, she hugged her son tightly again, and said in a hoarse and intermittent voice:

  "You are finally back, my familiar child, my child, my real child, you are finally back"

  "I thought I would never see you again."

  In the garden on the second floor, Rekton retracted his gaze and frowned slightly.

  The reaction of my mother, Ms. Isabel, was not right. She seemed to have known that there was a problem with my identity and that I was no longer her child.

  "Isabel is an excellent scholar. Although she is not keen on extraordinary power and even rejects it, this does not prevent her from obtaining the favor of my Lord."

  Rekton turned around suddenly. Behind him, Mr. Huang appeared here at some point.

  He frowned slightly and said in a complicated tone:

  "So. She knew that I was not her child?"

  "Yes, in return for borrowing this identity, you need to return it to Rekton Soth when you don't need it."

  Mr. Huang nodded gently.

  Rekton's brows gradually frowned. He tilted his head slightly and carefully sensed the connection between himself and Rekton Soth.

  Although the identities separated by the Dreamweaver's ability are independent individuals, there are still some mystical connections between them.

  Relying on this mystical connection, he is sure that the clone with the identity of Renekton is still himself, and has not been replaced by the original Renekton Soth's spirit.

  He turned his head in confusion and looked at Mr. Huang behind him, waiting for his answer.  Chapter 284 Reply

  Mr. Huang's eyes penetrated the barriers of the walls and saw Renekton in the living room, who was reliving the parent-child time with his mother. He smiled slightly and said,

  "When you came to this body, you had already absorbed the remaining spirit of Renekton Soth, which is why you can obtain some of his memories and emotions."

  "When you and I helped you separate this identity, we strengthened his self-awareness. He is still one of your clones, but he can also be regarded as a continuation of Renekton Soth."

  Renekton nodded gently. This result was acceptable to him.

  If his experience in this world was not enough to separate a second identity, he would not mind completely awakening the spirit of Renekton in the clone, letting his own part of consciousness fall into sleep, leaving this clone to accompany his family.

  "I think I should go back to the Golden Dream."

  Renekton sighed lightly, frowning, and his mood seemed a little depressed.

  From the beginning, many things were planned. I don't know what attitude the God of Knowledge has in it.

  "After losing the stable anchor of your family, you need more anchors to make up for it."

  "The Church of Knowledge has always wanted to preach in the southern continent. You can go to Luca Brewster, who is the clergyman of the Church of Knowledge in charge of West Balam affairs. In West Balam, you can open up the situation more easily."

  Mr. Huang's words reached Renekton's ears. When he looked back, Mr. Huang's figure had disappeared.

  Leaving so quickly, did you come here to say these things to me?

  Renekton groaned, then stepped into the spirit world, and his figure quickly disappeared transparently.

  In the restaurant downstairs, Renekton Soth, who was sitting by the fireplace with his mother, looked up as if he had noticed something. Without extraordinary characteristics, he could not see anything except the walls and ceiling. Have you left?

  "What's wrong?"

  Isabel looked at her child with a smile.

  "Nothing, I was in a hurry to come back. I haven't had dinner yet, and I'm a little hungry."

  Renekton Soth shook his head lightly and explained casually.

  "Sally has gone back. Do you want to try my mother's cooking?"

  The expression on Renekton Soth's face froze for a second, and then he shook his head and said,

  "I'm not so hungry anymore. Let me tell you about my adventures at sea!"

  Renekton's figure quietly emerged on the Golden Dream.

  He glanced at the window beside him. The crow Anu had flown to an unknown place and had not appeared in the cabin.

  He then walked to the desk, pulled a chair over and sat down. He picked up a letter left by the messenger on the table and unfolded it:

  Good evening, Mr. Tynes:

  I have contacted the inventor named Leppard according to your instructions, and developed him into a Beyonder of the Path of the Universalist.

  I don't have the opportunity to find and contact more inventors. The Witch Church has been taking frequent actions in Backlund recently. They seem to be targeting the Aurora Society and looking for something. If this continues, I must consider leaving Backlund.

  In addition, I want to ask you for the formula of the witch of pain potion. If I want to change my path and become an iron-blooded knight, I must first become a witch of pain.

  A witch: Triss. After

  reading the letter from Triss, Renekton chuckled:

  "Hey, this is to ask me for the magical item that I promised you before that can change your appearance, but it's not easy to ask directly."

  He shook the letter twice, and the handwriting on it automatically disappeared.

  Then he put the paper on the desk, picked up the round-bellied fountain pen beside him, and began to write a reply to Triss:

  Dear Miss Witch (crossed out)

  Mr. Hunter in the future, good evening:

  The formula of the Witch of Pain is as follows:

  Main ingredients: the head of a flower-faced bat, the gallbladder of a two-tailed black snake;

  auxiliary materials: 30 ml of blood from a flower-faced bat, 50 ml of blood from a seriously ill human, the tail tip of a two-tailed black snake, 10 drops of blue eucalyptus essential oil; ritual

  : do not use a substitute, be burned on the stake for a quarter of an hour and survive, and do not go crazy.

  In addition, I would like to remind you that the code of the role of the Witch of Pain is to destroy the beauty that the other party wants to protect, and let them suffer in extreme mental pain.

  As for the magical items I promised you, I will have someone put them in the mailbox of Leppard's house in the next two days. Just make sure you pick them up.

  In addition, it is best not to buy materials at the Beyonder gathering in Backlund. Perhaps one or several of them are the lover of the witch.

  Finally, I wish you a happy life!     Al Tynes.

  After writing a reply to Triss, Renekton immediately prepared to summon his messenger.

  Before he could make any move, a piece of pale yellow paper fell from the spirit world to reality and slowly floated down in front of him.

  "What day is it to receive letters today?"

  Renekton sighed softly, then raised his hand to hand over the reply to Triss in his hand to the spirit world, and at the same time reminded:

  "Give me another piece of letter paper."

  "This letter is sent to Backlund, to the lady who sent you a letter."

  Renekton raised his eyes slightly, his sight penetrated the barrier between reality and the spirit world, and saw the book messenger with a golden cover. It took back the paper it handed over.

  Then it turned the pages of the book spontaneously, and a brand new pale yellow paper fell from the spirit world.

  Renekton reached out to catch the falling paper, put it aside, and first read the letter that the book messenger had just sent. What caught

  my eye was a bunch of awkward words that seemed to be forced together, and there were also some bunny figurines.

  Renekton read the letter Bugs wrote to him with a mixture of guesswork.

  He recounted what he and Klein had seen and heard in Bansy Harbor, mainly how he dealt with those headless corpses so well that the stupid pirate worth 3,000 pounds was impressed.

  The rest of the description basically described how terrifying Gehrman Sparrow was. He thought Klein might have schizophrenia. During the battle, he would show madness from time to time and had a terrifying hunger, as if he wanted to eat rabbit meat.

  It was not until the end that he asked about the telegraph office and the group of cultists who held primitive sacrifices.

  Let Fors write an adventure novel based on Bugs Bunny in the future. It will definitely become a popular children's book. Hmm. It is feasible. It

  can be published in the southern continent as an enlightenment book for the children there. If Bugs Bunny becomes a demigod or even an angel in the future, these are its anchors.

  Hmm. The Mistress of Desolation is not okay. It will become a female rabbit. The Creator is okay. Uh, I think too much. With its current digestion progress, I don't know how long it will take to become a druid!

  Shaking his head slightly, he picked up a pen and wrote two sentences to Bugs Bunny on the paper:

  "The situation in the telegraph office should have nothing to do with the cultists. The cultists would not let me foresee the danger."

  "The bloody sacrifice in Bansy Harbor originated from an evil god there, a weather wizard."

  After writing two sentences of reply to Bugs Bunny's question, Renekton put the letter aside. The messenger is still sending me letters, and the information synchronization is probably a bit slow.

  While thinking, he picked up a blank paper aside and began to write a letter to Pales:

  Dear Mr. Pales, and Leonard, good evening!

  Mr. Pales, I don't know how your strength has recovered. I need your help with something recently.

  I don't know if you know about the book "Grosel's Travels". I just happened to see this book recently. There is a great nobleman in the Fourth Epoch in the book. He seems to be your direct descendant.

  There is a completely real world in this book. Those stories have also happened in the world of the book. The people trapped in the world of the book should not have really died. I don't know what you think about this.

  In addition, I want to buy a recipe for the Dream Thief's potion from you. I wonder what the price is?

  Finally, I wish you a happy life. If you don't mind, please reply as soon as possible.

  Your friend, Al Tynes.

  After writing the letter to Pales, Renekton leaned back, leaned on the chair, closed his eyes and meditated for a while.

  It was not until his spirituality was touched that he opened his eyes and looked at the paper where he had just written a reply to Bugs Bunny. All the previous contents disappeared, and new lines of words emerged:

  "Weather Warlock? Is this the Storm Path? Or Hunter? Sequence number?"

  "What do you think about the situation in the telegraph office? Could it be a manifestation of the pollution from the City of Disaster?"

  This question was obviously asked by Klein. Rick muttered in his heart, then picked up the pen and began to reply:

  "It is the same characteristic as the one above the gray fog, but it is Sequence number two."

  "I don't know the situation in the telegraph office. I just felt a sense of crisis there when I predicted for Bugs Bunny, so I reminded it. However, I think you can trust your intuition."

  The intuition of the fate beacon is equivalent to the fact that the weather warlock in Bansy Port may have been polluted by the City of Disaster a long time ago, or even that He is a characteristic controlled and activated by the City of Disaster.

  After a little contemplation, Renekton leaned back in his chair, tilted his head slightly, and emptied his mind, no longer thinking about these things. Anyway, there is no conflict between the City of Disaster and me.

  He casually picked up the letter to Pales and threw the paper into the spirit world.

  The golden book messenger quickly passed by, collected the paper, and wandered towards Backlund. Chapter 285: The Casino of Destiny

  In the northern district of Backlund, in the layers of dreams.

  Leonard, wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a pair of red gloves, wandered in many dreams, contacted the owner of the dream, created some accidents, turned the beautiful dream into a nightmare, and played the role of a real nightmare.

  He was very skilled in snatching the cake from a child in the dream, and ate the cake in front of the child.

  The next moment, the dream suddenly shook violently, sometimes transparent, sometimes dark, and a little erratic.

  "Is it going to wake up now? Sure enough, it is easier to play the dream of a child. Just grabbing some snacks and cakes can cause such a big reaction."

  Leonard muttered to himself, and then he turned around, spreading his spirituality to wrap himself, and quickly left this dream.

  After he left this dream, he emerged in a deep black space, surrounded by large and small, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse illusory light balls.

  Behind him, there was a somewhat transparent illusory light ball, which flickered a few times, and then shattered with a snap.

  Leonard closed his eyes slightly, feeling the progress of the nightmare potion in his body, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose, pulling out a small arc.

  The somewhat old voice of Pales suddenly echoed in his ears:

  "You received a letter from that strange book"

  "Hmm, strange books?"

  Leonard didn't react for a while to what the strange books meant.

  After a short silence, he controlled the body transformed by consciousness to fly to the place where he rented. The messenger who only threw out a piece of paper every time he summoned?

  Consciousness returned to the body, and Leonard, who was leaning on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes. As soon as he raised his hand, he felt a piece of paper slipping from his hand.

  Huh~ Let out a long breath, he walked straight to the switch of the gas wall lamp based on his familiarity with the furnishings in the room, and pulled the switch close to the wall.

  The next moment, some dim lights lit up in the room. Leonard was a little uncomfortable with the sudden strong light and squinted his eyes.

  When his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he looked at the letter in his hand and walked back to the sofa to sit down.

  "Hey, respected Mr. Pales. And Leonard, am I a gift?"

  After reading only the beginning of the letter, Leonard said to himself with a disdainful curl of his lips.

  Then he leaned lazily on the sofa and continued to read.

  Soon he finished reading this not-so-long letter, and glanced at the letter paper to the side. His expression did not change and he chatted with the grandfather in his body:

  "Groselle's Travels. A completely real old man in the book world, is this possible?"

  "Nothing is impossible. You have been in the Church of the Night for so long, haven't you checked the records about the eight ancient gods?"

  Pales still spoke in his usual tone, but his voice was slightly hesitant.

  Leonard touched his nose unconsciously with his right hand, and then changed the subject:

  "Uh, do you think what he said is true? One of your descendants, a descendant who survived from the Fourth Epoch, is he a saint or even an angel?"

  "Impossible, most of the characteristics of this path are in Amon, there are only two demigods, and they were promoted in the Fifth Epoch."

  "If he was trapped in the so-called book world, it is possible to survive from the Fourth Epoch to the present."

  Pales responded with a helpless and sighing tone.

  "What exactly is the book world?"

  Leonard frowned slightly and asked curiously.

  Then he tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something.

  "Huh~, if you read more information and files in the Church of Evernight, you wouldn't have such an ignorant question."

  "You should be familiar with the name of the Fantasy Dragon."

  "The dragon king, one of the eight ancient gods?"

  Leonard asked curiously.

  "Don't interrupt me, can't you even understand this little bit of courtesy?"

  Leonard immediately closed his mouth and waited for the grandfather in his body to continue.

  "Hmph~" Pales snorted, and then said in a voice that seemed to be pondering:

  "There is a sentence like this in almost all books describing the Imagination Dragon: The objects He imagines will surely materialize, the kingdom He imagines will surely descend into the material world, and the future He proclaims will surely be staged and become a reality."

  "The kingdom He imagines will surely descend into the material world."

  Leonard pondered for a moment, and then suddenly exclaimed:

  "Is the world in that book a world imagined by the Imagination Dragon?"

  "The authority of the Imagination Dragon was once taken back by the ancient sun god, and later given to one of his children. Any of them can do this."     "Ancient Sun God?"

  Leonard asked in confusion. He had never heard of this god, and there was no relevant record in the church.

  "You don't need to know."

  "Write him back. I can give him the potion formula of the Dream Thief. The condition of the deal is that he needs to help me solve the demigod who steals the way."

  "As for the world in the book, ask him if he has more information."

  Pallez's voice echoed in Leonard's mind for a while, and then fell silent.

  On the Golden Dream, Renekton's figure suddenly appeared on the deck.

  He stepped towards the side of the ship, and a light blue ripple swayed behind him, and a "door" was opened.

  Edwina then walked out from the other side of the "door". As she approached Renekton, she said:

  "I have observed your use of the 'door' and made some analysis and changes to it. With some arrangements on the Golden Dream, I can appear anywhere on the Golden Dream at any time."

  "Good idea, maybe you can also try to use the 'door' to lock the enemy and launch an attack, which will have unexpected effects."

  Renekton praised in a low voice and proposed some uses of the "door".

  Edwina pondered for a moment, then nodded and responded:

  "This is a good idea. I will try to develop a new secret technique."

  As they spoke, the two had walked to the side of the ship and looked at the sea sideways with a solemn expression.

  There was a huge five-masted sailing ship there, with bright lights on the ship, and from time to time there were human figures swaying. It was approaching the direction of the Golden Dream.

  "There is not much breath of living people on the ghost ship, but it is brightly lit like a passenger ship."

  Renekton whispered softly, and the purple halo in his eyes converged, covered with a layer of grayish white.

  After a moment, his eyes became clear again, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

  "That ship has the characteristics of anti-divination and anti-prophecy. I can't see any useful information."

  He turned to look at Edwina on the side. As Vice Admiral Iceberg who has been at sea for a long time, she might know something.

  Edwina frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said uncertainly:

  "There are many ghost ships on the sea, but there are not many with this degree of anti-divination and anti-prophecy characteristics."

  "The most famous one is the 'Ghost Empire'. It is one of the treasures of the Five Seas Civilization and originated from the Trosost Empire in the Fourth Epoch."

  "Well, a ghost ship whose authenticity is unknown. It is called the 'Casino of Destiny'."

  "Legend has it that as long as you board this ship, you will enter a never-ending gambling game, but if anyone can escape from the gambling game, he will definitely get all the wealth deposited on the ship. However, this ghost ship has always been considered to be the imagination of some pirates."

  "Casino of Destiny"

  Renekton pondered aloud. He remembered what Destiny had said to him. Could this ghost ship be attracted by the aggregation effect of the previous Wheel of Fortune card?

  His eyes were fixed on the huge ghost ship approaching from the side. He had a momentary impulse just now, wanting to get this prophetic feature that appeared in front of him.

  But his intuition as a prophet reminded him that it would be dangerous to do so!

  Time passed by little by little, and the huge ghost ship did not try to approach the Golden Dream. As the Golden Dream accelerated, the ghost ship passed by them.

  At some point, a layer of mist covered the sea, and the crimson moonlight was mostly blocked. The sea surface was no longer clear, and there was only a dark shadow in the direction where the ghost ship was moving away.

  Edwina looked around the sea and whispered:

  "Legend has it that if you encounter the 'Casino of Destiny' and do not choose to board the ship, you will encounter certain bad luck."

  "Bad luck?"

  Renekton frowned slightly. He did not feel anything unusual just now.

  Then his eyes were covered with a layer of gray and white again. The sea surface covered by the mist changed its appearance in his vision. Strands of silver-white silk threads intersected and entangled, like a mighty river.

  His eyes looked towards the future. The fate around him was a little distorted, but there was no abnormal trace. It was more like a wave set off in the long river of fate.

  Similar to the Disaster Priest, it will constantly encounter various disasters passively. However, this disaster is not manifested on itself, but on the things that have come into contact with it.

  After pondering for a moment, Renekton looked up at the disappeared Crimson Moon and said softly:

  "There may be a storm on the sea tonight."

  Edwina nodded slightly:

  "If it is just a storm, it will not be a big problem for the Golden Dream."