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  Chapter 341 Mysterious Reappearance

  After figuring out why Waje Vere could become the Lord of the Sonia Sea for a short period of time, Renekton stopped paying attention to this issue and said,

  "There is no need to spread His name. Now is not the time."

  "I need your help to build a new route across the Raging Sea between Feynaport in the northern continent and West Balam in the southern continent. This involves the spread of faith and possible wars in the future."

  "Raging Sea?"

  "New route?"

  "West Balam?"

  Waje Vere's three heads asked questions one by one, and then it explained,

  "I have been sealed in the sea for too long."

  "Without my blessing, the Nagas have also fallen into silence."

  "There is no time to collect all kinds of information from the outside world."

  Renekton nodded gently. These were within his expectations, and he had already thought about how to solve them. He would be a good teacher in the iceberg.

  In the early morning, in a warehouse in the Bayam dock area.

  This was the warehouse that Klein had asked Danitz to prepare for the matter of the sea god before, but because of the help of the red light, it was not used at that time.

  "Why are you so curious about my summoning of a messenger?"

  Klein asked, looking at the man and the rabbit following him in confusion.

  Renekton looked around casually, and said with undisguised curiosity in his tone:

  "I'm curious about how those guys in the spirit world will compete for this only position after you send out the recruitment information for the messenger."

  "I'm just looking for a messenger."

  It's not a high-paying job.

  Klein restored the cold expression of German Sparrow and said indifferently.

  Bugs Bunny gently pulled Renekton's trouser leg at this time. He stopped and looked down at his rabbit, which had grown fatter.

  Seeing his boss looking at him, Bugs Bunny had a furry face and said in a serious voice:

  "Boss, are German Sparrow and Klein really the same person?"

  Klein heard the words of Bugs Bunny behind him and wanted to turn around to explain to it about the role of the faceless man. As soon as he moved, he heard Bugs Bunny's subsequent words.

  "Is he schizophrenic? Do you want to simulate the ability of a psychiatrist to treat him?"

  "No!"

  "I'm fine!"

  Klein responded with a cold voice, with a tense expressionless face.

  Language is an art, and this rabbit obviously has no artistic talent in this area. Danitz was able to endure Bugs Bunny for so long, and it is likely that he could not beat it, otherwise he would have turned it into rabbit meat, half steamed and half braised.

  Renekton suppressed his smile and explained to Bugs Bunny:

  "He is a faceless man. The characteristic of faceless people is 'they can be anyone'."

  "What if the rabbit drinks the potion of the faceless man?"

  Bugs Bunny asked curiously.

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly, thought seriously for a moment, and then responded:

  "They can be any breed of rabbits, but they can only be rabbits. The transformation ability of the faceless man is not enough to change the race."

  "But after reaching the high sequence, there will be no such trouble."

  "Why?" Klein asked this question first.

  He maintained his persona and did not say much. He just stopped briefly and prepared to listen to the other party's answer.     He was also very curious about the ability of the high-sequence of the fortune-teller path.

  Renekton thought of the Secret City of Dolls that appeared in the original book, and said with a sigh:

  "They will directly turn the creatures they like into their own secret dolls. The secret dolls are equivalent to themselves, just like Amon created a clone through parasitism."

  "How terrible!" Bugs Bunny imagined the scene in his mind, and it felt that its ears were almost erected. It

  was indeed a bit weird and terrible. No wonder they were adjacent paths. Fortune-tellers and thieves do have a lot in common in some aspects. Klein sighed in his mind.

  Because of the association with the Secret City of Dolls, Renekton recalled the information about the Kingdom of Night. His inspiration was suddenly touched, and then he stretched out his right hand and grasped the void in front of him.

  A lightless darkness was pulled out of nothingness by him, like a night curtain, quickly covering the area where the warehouse was located.

  The surrounding light dimmed instantly, and the rustling sound that was originally caused by the sea breeze blowing the leaves also fell silent, too quiet.

  "What is this?" Klein's eyes fell on Renekton, and his voice was slightly curious.

  When Renekton made the grabbing and pulling motion just now, his inspiration was triggered.

  Seeing the surrounding environment suddenly become dim and silent, he had a strange feeling, as if an invisible cover appeared around him, making this place secret and safe.

  "Mysterious reappearance, 'Country of Night', I just recalled the information about the Country of Night, and I was inspired to use the corresponding mysterious reappearance."

  As he spoke, purple light flowed in his eyes, and he quickly summarized the ability and strength of this mysterious reappearance.

  It can create a short-term secret area, hiding everything within a certain range.

  The strength is not too high, probably because there are not too few people who know the detailed information of the Country of Night. It can cover an area within a radius of 50 meters with me as the center, about 20 seconds.

  "Mysterious reappearance?"

  Klein maintained his character and just murmured softly.

  As long as you know the corresponding information, you can draw strength from history? It should be something that really happened, and it is more like drawing strength from the corresponding knowledge.

  Renekton chuckled and nodded, then he closed his eyes slightly and reached forward again, as if sensing something and grabbing something at the same time.

  In just a moment, a piece of crimson moonlight that seemed to be substantial was grabbed by him, and it condensed heavily in his hand.

  Renekton's eyes were slightly focused, and he casually threw the crimson moonlight to Bugs Bunny beside him.

  In Bugs Bunny's shocked eyes, the crimson quickly turned into a layer of dark green, pulling its body and began to deform.

  Its fluff turned into feathers with mysterious patterns, its drooping ears quickly disappeared, and its deep red eyes seemed to be cast in bronze, with layers of illusory doors hidden inside, and pale flames kept bursting out of its body.

  "Ah~ Boss! How did I become a strange bird?"

  Bugs Bunny's panicked voice became hoarse, like the muttering of a dead soul.

  What is this? Klein stared slightly and silently opened his spiritual vision.

  In his spiritual vision, there was no problem with Bugs Bunny's disguise, as if he had really turned into a phoenix. What a powerful transformation spell, it was much stronger than my ability as a faceless man, and it could even change species directly.

  Pah~ Renekton lightly snapped his fingers, and the phoenix, which was flapping its wings on the ground but couldn't fly, twisted its figure again, and quickly changed into the gray-haired lop-eared rabbit image of Bugs Bunny.

  "Huh~ I scared the rabbit to death, I thought I was going to turn into a very ugly monster bird."

  Bugs Bunny stretched out a claw and kept slapping his chest, looking frightened.

  Klein stretched out his right hand and kneaded his forehead, silently turned off his spiritual vision, and said in a low and cold voice:

  "Is this also a mysterious reappearance?"

  Renekton raised his head and glanced in the direction of the sky, then quickly retracted his gaze, nodded lightly and chuckled:

  "This is called the 'False Harvest Goddess'."  Chapter 342 Miss Messenger

  "Mystic Reappearance is the core extraordinary ability of this path in the Mysticist stage. It can draw strength from the mastered mystical knowledge to create magic or witchcraft. The less people know the corresponding mystical knowledge and the less it is spread, the more powerful this spell is."

  "The power of the mystic comes from mystical knowledge, so it is very dangerous. After all, the more secret the knowledge is, the easier it is to touch some untouchable existence."

  "For example, the Kingdom of Night was destroyed by the Goddess of Night. The 'False Goddess of Harvest' is just like its name. If it weren't for this layer of secrecy, do you think I dare to use it?"

  While speaking, Renekton casually looked around the dim and silent environment around him, then raised his right hand slightly, and gently waved it, and the light and sound around him quickly returned to normal.

  False Goddess of Harvest? The former Queen of Giants, now the Mother Goddess of the Earth? Is she a fake? Then where is the real Omibella? If this mysterious reappearance is used openly, the Mother Goddess of the Earth will directly punish her!

  The danger of the Secret Peepers' Path comes not only from the knowledge of the Hidden Sages, but also from themselves. The dangers brought by their pursuit and understanding of mysterious knowledge. The more you know, the faster you die!

  After silently sighing in his heart, Klein retracted his gaze and began to arrange the ritual of summoning the messenger.

  He gently rubbed his fingers to create a few flames, lit the candles placed on the ground, and then dripped essential oils and hydrosols into the candle flames.

  The entire warehouse was suddenly filled with the psychedelic aroma of herbs and essential oils.

  "I'm starting."

  Klein tilted his head slightly and muttered in a low voice. Then, he took a step back and said in ancient Hermetic language:

  "I!"

  "I summon in my name:"

  "Spirit wandering in the void, friendly creatures that can be driven, and unique beings willing to be my messengers."

  Whoosh!

  In the warehouse, a fierce wind suddenly sounded, blowing up the black cloak worn by Bugs Bunny and its drooping ears, swaying in the air.

  The purple light in Renekton's eyes suddenly became brighter, and his sight penetrated reality and cast into the spirit world.

  There, it seemed that the Eternal Mark was entrenched in the deepest part, and the seven pure and clear lights at the top became chaotic, and their positions were changing rapidly.

  The seven pure lights moved very quickly at the same time. In just a blink of an eye, they passed over a huge figure wrapped in bandages and dripping with sticky corpse oil; passed over a flat woman standing on a small boat with curved bows and sterns, with her upper body exposed; passed over a tangled ball of thread. The pure lights

  drove away all the spirit creatures around them with a tough attitude, revealed their figures, and prepared to respond to Klein's ritual.

  A headless figure suddenly appeared, holding two blond and red-eyed heads in each hand, and just abruptly passed the obstruction of the pure lights and appeared in front of the spirit world passage created by Klein through the ritual.

  Before the pure lights flowed out of the spirit world, she took the lead in responding to Klein's ritual.

  "Hey~ little girl, how can you cut in line!"

  Renekton's lips curled slightly, and he recognized the voice of "Yellow Light" Venitan.

  The seven pure lights came quickly and left quickly. After the messenger lady responded to Klein's ritual first, their figures turned into pure light and disappeared on the spot.

  The surrounding spiritual world area was cleaned up by the seven pure lights just now, and no spiritual creature could stay there.

  It was a bit miserable for some reason. The seven lights made such a big fuss, but they were intercepted by the messenger lady. Renekton held back the smile that kept rising in his heart, and glanced at the messenger lady who walked out of the spiritual world.

  A huge rag doll appeared in his field of vision, with eyes as red as blood, countless mysterious patterns engraved on its body, and evil vines wrapped around it. Its skin did not have the kind of luster that humans should have.

  "Hmm~"

  With a muffled groan, scarlet blood flowed out of Renekton's already closed eyes.

  I was careless. The effect of the Eye of Secrets is too strong. The messenger lady had restrained her own characteristics, but I still saw through it. Renekton sighed helplessly in his heart, and then endured the tingling sensation in his head and began to meditate to restore his state.

  The four heads of the messenger lady turned their eyes to Renekton, who had closed his eyes and meditated, and soon retracted their gazes. Her four heads looked at Klein at the same time, and said one by one:

  "It's you." "In." "Summon." "Me?"

  Bugs Bunny, who was standing at Renekton's feet, looked at the spiritual creatures summoned by Klein warily, and then turned his eyes to Renekton.

  "Ah~" It sighed with some worry and helplessness.

  Then it stretched out the claw that was not holding the cane, and waved it rhythmically in the air with skillful movements, scattering pieces of emerald green light wrapped in a strong breath of life.     Under the control of the spirit, these lights quickly sank into the position of Renekton's eyes.

  He felt his stinging eyes suddenly turned cold, and the stinging and drowsiness in his head quickly subsided.

  Bugs Bunny's movements were so skillful. How many times have they experienced similar things? No wonder Bugs Bunny is a cultivator, is it for the healing ability of the physician?

  Klein complained in his heart. Seeing that Renekton was fine, he retracted his gaze and looked at the spiritual creature he summoned. He looked at the other party and nodded solemnly:

  "Yes."

  After a moment, Renekton opened his eyes again. The purple light in his eyes had long disappeared. He wiped the blood off his face and looked at the messenger girl curiously:

  her body was slightly illusory and transparent, wearing a complicated, gorgeous, dark and gloomy black dress, with a neat cut on her neck, and her hands casually held four identical heads with blonde hair and red eyes.

  While Renekton was looking at the Miss Messenger, the eyes of her four heads were also lingering on Renekton. After a moment, her four heads spoke in turn:

  "You are..." "with" "Mahamus..." "The one who fought."

  "Uh, yes, did you notice the battle?"

  Renekton asked back in surprise. Even though she was not in good condition, the Miss Messenger was still very concerned about the news of the Rose School.

  The four heads held by the Miss Messenger in both hands spoke in turn:

  "Your" "battle." "It affected..." "The spirit world."

  "You want to" "kill him." "You can" "cooperate with me."

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect the Miss Messenger to have such an idea. He readily agreed:

  "No problem, when I find a suitable opportunity to act, I will let German Sparrow notify you." Does

  my messenger have a grudge against the Rose School? Or does he simply have a grudge against that Mahmus?

  Just as Klein was thinking, he saw the four heads of the messenger who had just signed a contract with him blink at him at the same time. Her figure quickly became illusory and shrank back into the pale candlelight.

  After watching the messenger lady return to the spirit world, Klein turned around curiously and looked at Renekton and said,

  "What did you see just now?"

  He paused as soon as he opened his mouth. Thinking of his character of Gehrman Sparrow, he changed his words abruptly and restrained his tone.

  Renekton heard the unnaturalness in Klein's words, chuckled and replied,

  "Nothing, I just forgot to restrain my gaze and accidentally saw the essence of the messenger lady."

  "Essence?"

  Klein maintained his character and spoke in a puzzled tone.

  Renekton slightly curled his lips and announced to Klein very solemnly:

  "Congratulations~ You have an angel as a messenger, which is a treatment that ordinary gods do not have."

  "Angel?" Klein murmured, he felt that this was a little unreal.

  The messenger lady who has a castle in the spirit world is actually an angel. I thought she was just a demigod-level spirit creature. When did I start to use "just" to describe a demigod?

  While Klein was pondering, Renekton continued to speak:

  "If she wasn't an angel, how could she have bypassed the cleansing and blocking of the Seven Lights and responded to your ritual first?"

  Seven Lights, Klein felt that the spirit world must have been very chaotic and exciting just now. This guy must have followed just to see this scene!  Chapter 343 Admiral of the Stars Above

  the gray fog, in the seemingly eternal palace.

  Renekton sat on the high-backed chair that belonged to the White Tower. There were scattered stars around him, illuminating the space above the gray fog like a brilliant galaxy.

  His eyes were filled with rich purple light, and his left palm gently held a piece of translucent amber.

  In this piece of amber, there was a shadow that was as dense as a substance. The shadows were layered like a curtain. In the depths of the shadows, there seemed to be an eye full of depravity, filth, and mutated power.

  The bright stars around him scattered rays of light, constantly dissolving the shadows wrapped in translucent amber in Renekton's hand. They were dissolved into the purest information, which was recorded and analyzed by Renekton with the Eye of Prying.

  Klein sat quietly on the high-backed chair that belonged to the Fool. He pried some of the power of the gray fog to help Renekton suppress the pollution in this drop of blood, making it easier for him to analyze it.

  About a quarter of an hour later, the shadow that Renekton was holding with his left hand disappeared.

  He withdrew his left hand with a little nostalgia, leaned back, and leaned against the back of the chair. The bright starlight around him quickly dissipated, and the magnificent ancient palace once again returned to its former tranquility.

  Renekton closed his eyes slightly, digesting the mystical knowledge he had just analyzed:

  he could temporarily create a shadow field, combine the power of the fields of corruption, filth, and mutation with the shadow to create all kinds of monsters, or directly let the shadow be infected with strange power to corrode everything in the field.

  It has a bit of the taste of the God-forsaken Land, but it does not require the absolute condition of lightless darkness. The essence of Sasriel's blood is very high, almost equivalent to the real creator.

  "What's the harvest?"

  Klein, who was sitting on the high-back chair belonging to the Fool, saw Renekton open his eyes and asked in a calm tone.

  "Not bad."

  "I even want to collect the blood of mythical creatures from every path. For mystics, any real and effective mystical knowledge is our source of power."

  Renekton leaned back in a high-back chair and said with some expectation.

  Just think about it. This is somewhat unrealistic. Klein silently complained in his heart.

  He was about to open his mouth and prepare to say something, when a crimson light suddenly flowed out from the endless gray fog around him, spreading and surging like a tide.

  A crimson star suddenly shone, and it continued to expand and contract.

  Mr. Fool's business is quite busy. Renekton sighed slightly, and then stood up from his chair, ready to bow and say goodbye.

  Klein, who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table, stared at it slightly. This is not a crimson star pointing to any member of the Tarot Club. Newcomer?

  As his thoughts turned, he did not respond to Renekton's actions, and directly spread his spirituality to touch the crimson star.

  The crimson light suddenly expanded, and then quickly shrank back, condensing into a scene that seemed to be real and sound.

  Renekton turned his head to look at the screen behind him, his expression stiffened. He saw a familiar figure in the screen.

  "Captain!" Renekton opened his mouth slightly and murmured.

  Hearing Renekton's soft murmur, Klein reacted quickly and asked casually:

  "'Star Admiral' Cattleya?"

  Renekton's eyes stayed on Cattleya's body, where there was a pair of cold, ruthless, eyelash-less, and almost transparent eyes.

  He carefully looked at the eyes that symbolized the hidden sage, and his brows gradually frowned.

  Relying on his familiarity with the Hidden Sage, he saw more through this symbol. The Hidden Sage's state was not right. He seemed to have fallen into some kind of instinct, some kind of madness. Why do I have such a feeling and judgment?

  While thinking, he heard Klein's questioning voice:

  "Is this the Knowledge Chaser?"

  Renekton came back to his senses, frowned slightly, and nodded solemnly:

  "Yes, the extraordinary people who embarked on the path of the Secret Peer will inevitably be instilled with knowledge from the Hidden Sage."

  "If you can bear it, you can directly obtain the corresponding knowledge. If you can't bear it, you will directly lose control, go crazy and collapse."     "Hidden Sage. Why do you do this?"

  Klein asked thoughtfully.

  He thought of Old Neil, who was eager for the mystical knowledge to revive his wife, but lost control because he could not bear the knowledge indoctrination of the Hidden Sage.

  What kind of state is the Hidden Sage in? Why do I feel that the Hidden Sage I have come into contact with from Al and the Hidden Sages that other Mystery Peer Beyonders have come into contact with are completely two extremes.

  Seeing that Klein was lost in thought at this time, Renekton cleared his throat and reminded him:

  "Ahem~ I think you might be able to help her first."

  Klein came back to his senses, he nodded, and then spread his spirituality and touched the crimson star that was constantly shrinking and expanding.

  His spirituality suddenly surged and poured into the crimson star. Soon, he established a mysterious and stable connection with Cattleya, represented by the crimson star.

  Cattleya's figure suddenly appeared in the palace and sat on a high-backed chair in front of Renekton.

  After a short silence, Cattleya gradually recovered. She looked around the palace in a daze, her eyes lingering between the figure sitting leisurely at the top, shrouded in gray mist, and the familiar blurry figure in front of her. After

  a moment, she asked in an erratic tone:

  "Is this the underworld?"

  "You are not dead."

  Klein responded with a chuckle.

  After he saw the high-backed chair where Cattleya was, the symbol of starlight stained with starlight appeared, and he turned his gaze to Renekton and asked in a flat voice:

  "What is your understanding of the Hidden Sage?"

  Seeing that Klein turned the question to himself again, Renekton sat back in his own high-backed chair, leaned back against the back of the chair, and pondered:

  "He is activated by the uniqueness of the hermit, and is a kind of incarnation of the knowledge and information of this world, but at certain times, He can also be equivalent to knowledge itself."

  At certain times. So, isn't He always controlled by the corresponding source substance? Is this why I feel that His performance has two extremes? This may not be the whole picture. There must be some reasons that I don't know.

  After a little thought, Klein restrained his thoughts. In order to maintain his image as a "fool", he said something mysterious:

  "Knowledge is a necessity for everyone."

  A necessity? Is this a hint from the fate beacon? Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that he should rethink the relationship between the hidden sage and the wilderness of knowledge. Perhaps, this uniqueness is not as simple as being revitalized by pollution.

  Knowledge is a necessity for everyone? Why? Is this an act that the hidden sage has to do in order to maintain a certain state of himself? Cattleya also fell into deep thought because of Klein's words.

  While Cattleya was lost in thought, Klein glanced at her casually and said in a calm and leisurely voice,

  "Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

  "This should be the most basic etiquette."

  Cattleya was silent for a moment, and then she said in a deep voice,

  "My name is Cattleya, and I also have the title of 'Admiral of the Stars'."

  "Thank you very much for your help just now. If you need me to do anything, you can tell me directly, as long as it is within my ability and does not violate my principles." Chapter 344 The "Hermit" lady

  is very sophisticated and experienced. She is worthy of being the "Admiral of the Stars" whose reputation has spread across the sea for many years. Klein sighed in his heart.

  Then, he leaned back gently on the back of his chair, maintaining his leisurely posture, and said casually:

  "The reward for rescuing you will be paid by the 'White Tower'."

  Renekton, who was sitting at the side, was stunned for a moment. He instinctively looked at Klein at the top of the mottled long table, opened his mouth, and said sincerely:

  "Thank you for your help, respected Mr. 'Fool', I will pay an equivalent reward for this!"

  I am a spectator, and I have to accompany you to perform. It's like a badger in a melon field planting melons himself!

  "'Fool'?"

  "I heard your honorable name from Mr. Z of the Aurora Society."

  Cattleya grasped the key point through the conversation between Renekton and Klein just now, and said a sentence after careful consideration.

  Then she turned her gaze to the blurry figure in front of her, and said in a very sincere tone:

  "Thank you very much for your help. I wonder what kind of compensation you need to pay for it? If possible, I am willing to pay it on your behalf."

  Renekton sat up straight, chuckled and said:

  "As for the compensation, just consider it as my fare on the Future."

  The Future. He had been on the Future before, no wonder I felt familiar with it. Cattleya quickly screened the characters in her mind, and soon she locked the target.

  She considered her tone and said:

  "Are you Al?"

  Renekton nodded slightly and smiled:

  "Long time no see, Captain!"

  Cattleya's originally nervous mood relaxed a little, and then she asked curiously:

  "How did you know that I encountered the Knowledge Chaser and asked for the help of Mr. 'Fool' in time?"

  Klein sat leisurely in a high-backed chair, but his eyes stayed on Renekton. He was ready to directly stop the question from himself when the other party couldn't answer the question.

  At most, Mr. Fool holds the authority in the ocean domain, and it is normal for him to know about you, a pirate general floating on the sea. Anyway, I have the Scepter of Poseidon, so it is not impossible for me to perform the corresponding miracle.

  Renekton rested his hands on the bronze table in front of him, and said with a sigh:

  "It's just a coincidence. I just happened to have something to report to Mr. Fool."

  "Your planetarium was made by Emperor Roselle, and it can establish a certain connection with this place. This is the main reason why you can get help from Mr. Fool."

  Planetarium? Items made by the emperor? So, Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man should have had similar items with them at the time, which is why I was able to pull them above this gray fog?

  The emperor also has a certain connection with this gray fog and is related to the crossing? Could it be that Roselle and I were brought to this world by Sefirah Castle? And Al was brought here by the Wilderness of Knowledge?

  Klein's emotions were uncontrollably agitated, and thoughts kept floating in his mind, but under the cover of the gray fog, all this was not obvious.

  The items made by Emperor Roselle can establish a certain connection with this! . As her thoughts floated, her eyes changed slightly as she looked at the 'Fool' at the top of the mottled long table.

  Her first reaction was to tell the mysterious queen this news, which was the news she had been pursuing.

  After a moment, she gathered her thoughts again, and her eyes observed a circle without leaving a trace, focusing on the other empty seats. Finally, she respectfully and cautiously asked the figure at the top:

  "Respected Mr. 'Fool', are there any other people here?"

  Klein restrained his emotions and said in a flat voice:

  "Some people like you have established a regular gathering, and I am a witness."

  Cattleya said almost without hesitation:

  "Can I join?"

  Since she has established a connection with this "Fool", she might as well take the opportunity to learn more. The items made by Emperor Roselle can have a certain connection with this place, and the reason must be not simple. In fact, the emperor once sat in a certain position here.

  Klein leaned back slightly, leaning against the back of his chair, and said leisurely,

  "Okay."

  "No permission, no disclosure."

  "Okay!" Cattleya nodded gently, responding without hesitation.

  Renekton lazily leaned back in the high-back chair, his right hand resting on his chin, slightly distracted. Given the captain's personality, after she left the gray fog, some of the information just now would appear in Bernadette's hands within an hour. During this hour, she was still struggling and choosing her words.

  Klein bent his right hand and tapped the table lightly, making a dong dong sound.     A deck of tarot cards with the existing codes removed was materialized and floated on the bronze table.

  "They used tarot cards as code names, and this is the remaining one."

  "You can pick one."

  That's why Mr. "Fool" called Al "White Tower" just now. Cattleya glanced at Renekton, paused for a moment on the tarot cards floating on the table, and said directly:

  "Hermit!"

  Renekton immediately retracted his right hand on the table, and the materialized tarot cards disappeared. Under the cover of the gray fog, he was leisurely and said in a flat voice:

  "Backlund time, every Monday at 3 pm."

  "Okay." Cattleya nodded lightly and responded in a very solemn tone.

  Seeing that Klein had the intention of letting Cattleya leave, Renekton immediately sat up straight, leaned forward slightly and said:

  "Looking forward to our next meeting, Ms. 'Hermit'~"

  As soon as the voice fell, a deep red light rose, and Cattleya's figure suddenly disappeared above the gray fog.

  Renekton leaned back on the chair again, returning to his lazy posture. He turned his head to look at Klein, who was shrouded in gray mist, and said,

  "The captain of the Future has appeared. When do you plan to go out to sea?"

  "Or, pray to the Goddess of Night. That's easier."

  "My identity in the church is already a dead man."

  Klein responded calmly.

  Renekton nodded slightly, without exposing Klein's thoughts, and said,

  "There is a passage to the God-Forsaken Land in the God War Ruins."

  "If the time is right, I can go to that sea with you."

  There is a passage to the God-Forsaken Land in the God War Ruins. That is to say, there is no way to enter or leave the God-Forsaken Land through normal means. No wonder Silver City has not gained anything in thousands of years of exploration.

  Klein's expression was a little solemn under the gray mist. He frowned slightly and looked at Renekton:

  "Are you going to the God-Forsaken Land?"

  "What's there?"

  He felt that with Renekton's personality, it would be impossible for him to suddenly want to go to the God-Forsaken Land. It was more likely that there was something attractive to him there.

  Klein's question made Renekton think of Amon who was wandering in the God-Forsaken Land, and he blurted out:

  "There are many Amons." "

  ." Klein was silent for a while, he didn't know how to respond.

  After a short silence, Renekton continued what he had just said:

  "I plan to go to the God-Forsaken Land to find some high-sequence characteristics of the Secret Voyeur and the Universal Path, and collect some beliefs by the way, to prepare for possible needs in the future."

  "Silver City?" Klein first thought of Silver City. This was also the only human city-state he knew that was still struggling to survive in the God-Forsaken Land.

  Renekton shook his head slightly, then pondered and said:

  "I have discussed this issue with Sasriel. In the God-Forsaken Land, in addition to Silver City, there are several other human gathering places. Some are under the protection of the True Creator, and some are wandering in the deep darkness."

  "True Creator? Protecting the survivors of the God-Forsaken Land?"

  Klein felt a little incredible. This was completely different from the image of the evil god in his impression.

  Even though he already knew that the True Creator was the remnant of the ancient sun god who had led the rise of mankind in this world, He was already mad, and closer to the evil spirit of the ancient sun god.

  Renekton leaned back in his chair, rubbing the edge of the mottled long table with his right hand, and said with emotion:

  "Although He is crazy, as long as you are not a Beyonder of the Secret Prayer Path, as long as you don't actively approach Him and listen to His voice, there will not be too much danger."

  "Even if it is the Aurora Society, their crazy behavior is more to enable the True Creator to break through the seal left by the Seven Gods in the God-Forsaken Land and descend into reality. Apart from that, they are no different from other churches." Chapter 345 Divination and Angreweed

  Klein fell silent for a moment. He could accept Renekton's statement, but he could not ignore the tragedies that the Aurora Society had caused outside the God-Forsaken Land, and he could not ignore the true creator who dominated all of this.

  Dong~Dong~

  Seeing Klein fall silent, Renekton reached out and slapped the edge of the table in front of him twice with a little force. Seeing that Klein's attention was drawn to him, he chuckled and said,

  "You don't have to care too much about this. Each of us looks at problems from a different perspective. There's nothing wrong with sticking to your own ideas."

  "We can be hostile to the Aurora Society because of the tragedies it has created to welcome the coming of the true Creator, or we can choose to cooperate with Him because of some necessary trade-offs."

  "Necessary trade-offs?" Klein murmured softly. His inspiration was suddenly touched. He looked at Renekton and pondered,

  "You extraordinary people in the reader's path seem to like to look at problems with this rational attitude."

  "I'm just a mystic now."

  Renekton corrected him, and then chuckled,

  "However, after being a reader for so long, I have more or less retained some habits."

  "As for the similar habits of readers, this is largely due to the influence of role-playing and potions, that is, the influence of the top of the sequence on the same path."

  As soon as the words came out, Renekton was stunned for a moment, then he pursed his lips and raised his head. He probably knew why the God of Knowledge was so good at standing in line.

  After a short silence, Renekton changed the subject:

  "I will sacrifice a scale to you. You try to see if you can use it to lock the returning fantasy dragon."

  "Yes. But it is likely to be ineffective. He must have made corresponding preparations."

  Klein said carefully, but he did not refuse Renekton's attempt. He was also very interested in the fantasy dragon. Across this gray fog, even the former ancient gods should not be able to do anything to me.

  There was a crimson light rising around him like a tide. Renekton felt his eyes blurred and returned to Bayam's hotel.

  He quickly got up from the sofa and searched the room for candles, essential oils and other ritual materials. In the absence of spiritual materials, he used his own spirituality to create pieces of bright starlight, condensed into transparent amber instead.

  He quickly prepared a simple sacrificial ceremony. He gently rubbed his fingers to create a few red flames, lit the candles in front of him, then stepped back and began to chant the spell:

  "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."

  "Your loyal servant prays for your attention;

  prays for you to accept his offering;

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

  ...

  In the ancient palace above the gray fog, a deep red light suddenly rose, and as the light faded, Renekton's figure appeared here again.

  He looked directly at the top of the mottled long table, looking at the vague figure shrouded in gray fog.

  A gray-white scale was quietly suspended in the air, slowly rotating, revealing different strange symbols on its front and back.

  Klein stared at the gray-white scale quietly, feeling something carefully. After a moment, he said in a contemplative manner:

  "He did take certain precautions. This scale seems to be connected to the entire spiritual world, not a single individual."

  Renekton nodded gently without being too surprised:

  "As expected, at least, this scale is more likely to be the scale of His own body, not another dragon, or an imitation of it."

  After a moment, Klein reached out and grasped the gray-white scale, closed his eyes, and chanted softly:

  "The location of the fantasy dragon."

  After repeating it seven times, he quickly entered a deep sleep through meditation.

  In the dream, Klein quickly woke up. He saw himself appearing on a deep and dark sea. Every drop of water around him was like a light and shadow, blurred and dreamy. Is this the collective subconscious sea? Or the so-called spiritual world?     The surrounding environment made Klein's expression slightly dazed. Even if this was just the scene he saw in his dream divination, the alternating consciousness in the collective subconscious sea inevitably made his mind turbulent.

  The consciousness in each mind is exchanging with the collective subconscious sea. Extraordinary people who are not good at the spiritual field can hardly move here. Even if they are not careful, they will be polluted by the various subconscious accumulated here.

  "Curiosity and the mentality of seeking knowledge are the character tendencies that every reader cannot avoid."

  A voice that goes straight into the heart suddenly resounded in Klein's mind. His spirituality was surging like an excited beast, alert, and seemed to be out of the state of dream divination at any time.

  In his astonished eyes, a huge figure emerged from the depths of the illusory deep sea:

  it was a slender lizard-like monster, the size of a small mountain, with huge scales like gray and white stones on its body, and pale golden eyes that were vertical.

  "The Dragon of Imagination" Angerwede actually hid directly in the depths of the collective subconscious sea, waiting for my divination. Didn't they say that the ancient gods were crazy? Why does He look so rational?

  There was nothing in Angerweed's pale golden vertical eyes, but He looked in Klein's direction very naturally, as if He had seen him.

  Klein felt as if he saw human surprise and joy in the other's huge and cold eyes?

  While Klein was surprised and thinking, Angerweed slightly waved the gray wings behind him, and the spiritual world around him instantly stirred up a storm, and various extreme emotions quickly grew and spread.

  After doing all this, Angerweed said to himself:

  "It seems that the follower of the Wisdom Dragon does not have much respect and trust for Him. He did not choose to give my scales to the Wisdom Dragon."

  Wisdom Dragon? Is this referring to the God of Knowledge? This righteous god is actually a giant dragon, and a giant dragon with a title. In the Second Era, He may be one of the subordinate gods of the Fantasy Dragon.

  This is really the audience's style. It was a test from the beginning. Perhaps, no matter what choice Al makes, or who gets the scale, this former ancient god has corresponding preparations and choices.

  "I don't feel any malice, and I can't trace the source of this peeping. This shows that you are of a high status, or you have a hidden authority."

  "Are you the 'Fool' who has become active recently?"

  Angerwede's words, as if he was asking himself, interrupted Klein's meditation. He looked at the huge dragon with surprise.

  He can detect my divination, but can't trace me back, let alone affect me. Don't be careless. This may just be his performance. But how does he know that I am the "Fool"? Just guessing? Or did Al communicate with him in the spiritual world?

  Should I say something too? I always feel that I am very passive when I listen to him talking.

  No, I am just divination. As expected of an angel of the audience path, even if the words are not affected by extraordinary abilities, can people be guided unconsciously? .Thinking of this, Klein quickly gathered his thoughts and stopped thinking about His words, quietly becoming a bystander.

  Angerwede's voice did not pause because of Klein's thoughts. It was more like He was talking to himself in this sea of ​​collective subconsciousness:

  "Sequence 0 is not the top of the sequence path. When I was the 'Dragon of Imagination', I felt a higher level of pollution. It came from deep underground and was extremely dangerous!"

  "When Antigonus and Zaratul are still alive, you can still call yourself a 'fool'. It should be related to the thing called 'Source Castle' by the Demon Wolf King, just like the ancient sun god could control the 'Chaos Sea' deep underground."

  "There is no direct conflict between us. Perhaps, we can try to cooperate?"