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 Chapter 411 Tarot Club

  "Hermit" Cattleya looked at "Hanged Man" Alger for a moment with a slightly inquiring look. He is indeed a Sequence 6 Wind Blessed One, but isn't he a member of the Church of Storms? Why is he looking for potion formulas outside? At the level of Sequence 5, there are very few potion formulas circulating.

  She was silent for a moment, and then nodded gently:

  "I can help you keep an eye out."

  Ocean Singer? Is this the name of the Sailor Path Sequence 5? Singer? A Beyonder who is good at singing? Audrey, who knows something about the strength of the "Hanged Man", guessed the ability of the Ocean Singer in her heart.

  Storm was once the authority held by the Elf King. There happened to be an elf in the world of the book "Grosel's Journey". She didn't look weak. It was likely that she was an Ocean Singer or a Wind Blessed One. While thinking, his eyes fell on Renekton unconsciously.

  He didn't mean to speak. Was that elf just a Wind Blessed One? Or did he plan to hang the "Hanged Man" for a while, so that it would be easier for him to raise the price?

  The page of Roselle's diary just mentioned the mentality problem. Al seems to be facing this problem now. His personality is a bit inconsistent, like a struggle between divinity and humanity. I wonder if he has noticed it. I will remind him when the party is over.

  After a short silence, the "Hermit" Cattleya cast her eyes on Azik. She pursed her lips and said:

  "Mr. 'Death', my promotion ceremony requires a drop of mythical creature blood. I wonder if I can trade it with you?"

  Azik looked at Cattleya without much surprise. He just noticed that she had repeatedly cast her eyes on him.

  "Promotion ceremony? If I remember correctly, this should be a ritual requirement for mystics. Why don't you find the mysterious queen? She should be a sage."

  Cattleya lowered her head slightly, recalling the reply she received from Bernadette's previous letter:

  "Your destiny is not with me. Wait a little longer and you will have a better choice."

  She took a deep breath and shook her head gently:

  "She said that my destiny is not with her."

  Destiny is not with her? Why does it feel like a charlatan? The "magician" Fors sighed in his heart.

  The emotion in Ms. Hermit's words just now was very strong, and it seemed that she was a little aggrieved. Although she concealed it well, the relationship between her and the mysterious queen was very unusual. "Justice" Audrey tilted her head slightly, trying to see Cattleya's current expression more clearly.

  "She is right, the path of destiny is your best choice, which will reduce the difficulty of becoming a sequence 3 "master of prophecy" in the future."

  Renekton leaned against the back of the chair and continued in a leisurely tone.

  "The path of destiny?" Cattleya pondered.

  She opened her mouth and wanted to ask where she could find the blood of angels or mythical creatures of the path of destiny, but suddenly she was stunned.

  Mr. Fool's honorific name includes "the yellow and black king who controls good luck", and Mr. Fool also holds the power of destiny. Can Mr. Fool provide the blood of mythical creatures of the path of destiny? Or does He have angels of the path of destiny under His seat?

  As her thoughts turned, Cattleya cast her eyes on Klein, who was at the top of the mottled long table.

  Audrey the Justice and Alger the Hanged Man, who had been paying attention to Cattleya, were puzzled for a while, but soon thought of the honorific name of Mr. Fool, and also cast their eyes on the figure at the top.

  Why are you looking at me? I'm not a mythical creature. Klein's originally leisurely figure suddenly stiffened, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment. The

  only person I know about the path of destiny is Will Auceptin, and He is still an unborn baby! His uniqueness has just been taken away, and now people are still thinking about his blood? Isn't this a bit too pitiful?

  As his thoughts floated, Klein suddenly relaxed. He tapped the edge of the table twice with his fingers and said leisurely:

  "Hehe, if you are willing to wait for a while, you can choose the blood of the 'Mercury Snake'."

  Mercury Snake? The one from the School of Life? Or the Aurora Society? Why wait for a while? Cattleya's mind kept floating with thoughts.

  After just a moment, she collected her thoughts and bowed slightly to the figure at the head of the mottled long table, saying,

  "Thank you, respected Mr. Fool, I am not short of time."

  "Justice" Audrey sat in a high-backed chair, listening quietly, but her thoughts could not stop spreading.     Mercury Serpent, I don't know if it is Sequence 1 or Sequence 2 of the Destiny Path. It is most likely Sequence 1, but Sequence 2 is not enough to make Mr. Fool wait. The Mystic should be Sequence 4 of the path where Ms. Hermit is. Is she going to become a demigod?

  After Cattleya's needs were over, the others did not have urgent needs for the time being, and everyone spontaneously entered the free exchange stage.

  Everyone's eyes fell on Alger, the "Hanged Man". In the previous Tarot Clubs, he would talk about one or two major events every time he entered the free exchange session. Now everyone has habitually looked at him first.

  Sensing the gazes of the other members of the Tarot Club, Alger's mouth twitched slightly, and he spoke with a strong sense of helplessness:

  "Everyone, I don't know if you have heard that another major event happened in the Storm Church, which alarmed the Lord of Storms and directly brought down divine punishment."

  Divine punishment? I always feel that the Lord of Storms is a very irritable god, and his temper is as unpredictable as a storm on the sea. "Justice" Audrey muttered in her heart.

  "Another divine punishment? Who was struck this time?"

  Emlyn "The Moon" blurted out his words without thinking.

  The word "again" was very essential. Klein sighed silently.

  Alger "The Hanged Man"'s face changed for a while. Although he was talking about the Lord of Storms, he felt that he was also offended by this vampire.

  He slowed down, and then said in a hoarse voice:

  "Bayam's Sea Wave Church was stolen by Amon!"

  "Amon? He stole the church?"

  Audrey felt that this news was a bit outrageous. Why would an angel king steal a church?

  "Why did he steal a church?" Fors asked the question in Audrey's mind, but Alger "The Hanged Man" did not answer.

  "Did the Church of Storms get the church back?"

  Cattleya also asked curiously. Judging from the recent actions of the Church of Storms on the sea, they probably failed to get the stolen church back.

  "No."

  "I don't know the details. I only know that He has a helper. They took the Sea Wave Church away under the punishment of the Lord of Storms."

  "Hanged Man" Alger took a deep breath and continued in an uncertain tone:

  "It seems that one of the Punishers in the Church of Storms has been parasitized by Amon."

  This is the information he deduced. Recently, the Church of Storms has been secretly investigating every member of the church, whether it is the bishop or the ordinary clergy, and even members like him who are on the outside have been investigated to a certain extent.

  With the character of those people in the Church of Storms, the sea will not be peaceful for a long time. "Hermit" Cattleya sighed in her heart, and then she asked carefully:

  "The Amon you mentioned refers to the ancestor of the Amon family of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Epoch, the son of the Creator?"

  "Hehe, there is only one Amon from beginning to end, and the rest of them are His clones. He is the Amon family!"

  Klein controlled his trumpet "World" to answer Cattleya's question.

  There is only one Amon, and He is an entire family? Cattleya was stunned for a moment, and a chill ran through her heart.

  Everyone continued to discuss Amon and the stolen Sea Wave Church for a while, until Klein the Fool announced the end of today's Tarot Club. Chapter 412: News of the Witch Card

  After everyone stood up and bowed, a deep red light rose up instantly, carrying a stream of figures out of the space above the gray fog.

  Renekton looked around and found that he was the only one left.

  He then looked at Klein at the top and asked in confusion:

  "What's wrong?"

  Klein pondered and asked: "Have you ever paid attention to your mental problems?"

  Renekton nodded slightly and sat back in his high-backed chair, saying calmly:

  "I have some doubts about whether my existence is true or false. I originally planned to wait for Miss Justice to be promoted to another sequence and ask her to give me some psychological counseling. In fact, Angerwede is a better choice, but I don't trust Him very much."

  Klein frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice:

  "You can find me if you need help, although I am not good at psychological counseling."

  "But you can go to the Hall of Honesty to experience it and add some humanity to me?"

  Renekton chuckled and looked at Klein. Seeing that the other party's figure shrouded in gray fog was obviously stiff for a moment, he leaned against the back of the chair and laughed out loud.

  Hearing Renekton's laughter, Klein shook his head helplessly, and then changed the subject:

  "Roselle's diary mentioned the Abyss, and he went in to explore it. It was full of demon corpses, and he didn't see a single living demon."

  "Do you think the place he went to was really the Abyss?"

  Renekton stopped moving, leaned forward slightly, and rested his elbows on the edge of the table. He spoke with a thoughtful expression:

  "Some changes have occurred in the Abyss, and it has become unsuitable for even demons to survive there."

  "As for the reason, I guess it is the influence of a higher-level person. The 'dark side of the universe' has not exerted influence on the real world for a long time. His state may not be much better than that of the bound god hanging on the tree."

  "The bound god hanging on the tree?" Klein's inspiration was touched, but he didn't think of anything.

  "You will find out after you have more contact with the Rose School."

  Renekton nodded slightly, not dwelling on this topic for too long.

  Seeing Renekton's unwillingness to talk, Klein gave up the idea of ​​asking further questions. He leaned back in his chair and said calmly,

  "That's it."

  A deep red light rose up, and Renekton felt that he was in a trance for a moment. When he came to his senses, he had already left the gray fog.

  West Balam, in a coffee bean plantation on the south bank of the Pas River Valley.

  Renekton followed Prak among the coffee trees. Neither of them spoke until the crow Anu, who was circling in the sky, landed on a branch.

  Prak looked at it deeply, and the crow Anu's body stiffened instantly. Even though there was no malicious look, it still shrank a little under the natural pressure of the high-ranking people on this path.

  "Ha, a very good little creature. It has already digested the psychic's potion. Do you plan to let it continue to advance?"

  Renekton glanced at the crow standing on the branch, not daring to move, and chuckled,

  "Just look at it itself. I don't really care about this."

  As soon as he finished speaking, his inspiration was triggered. With a slight breeze, an invisible nature spirit appeared around, and it was communicating with Prak in the language of the dead.

  After a moment, his face became heavy. He waved his hand to let the nature spirits leave, then turned his head to look at Renekton and said,

  "There are indeed more than one puppets like the one you mentioned. The spirits I sent out spotted them in the Pas River Valley."

  "They hide very well. Ordinary nature spirits and ghosts can't tell the difference between them and ordinary people."

  Renekton nodded slightly, not very surprised, and then said,

  "The behavior of those puppets walking into the river seems to be part of a ritual, helping the original moon to descend some power, or he was promoted to a coffin bearer of sequence three?"

  Prak shook his head and said uncertainly,

  "I don't know about the ritual of the coffin bearers, but he was promoted to an ancient alchemist not too long ago, so it should be unlikely that he has digested the potion so quickly."     "Perhaps he has received the gift of the original moon. After all, the red moon is every day, and there are blood moon nights occasionally."

  Renekton pondered and said his guess.

  Prak pondered and nodded:

  "This possibility cannot be ruled out. I will let people pay attention. The Pas River Valley is very important to us. We can't let that madman really spread the pollution."

  Before he finished speaking, his figure quickly faded and disappeared, and he left here by shuttling through the spirit world.

  The crow Anu on the branch beside him seemed to be alive again, flapping his wings quickly and landing on Renekton's shoulder:

  "Boss, let's go find the rabbit. The breath of this person is too oppressive. I feel like I have seen a natural enemy."

  Natural enemy? Is this the effect of the phoenix bloodline? Renekton pondered and nodded, and his figure suddenly became transparent, turning into a statue made of bright starlight.

  The statue shattered in an instant, and the bright starlight surged, wrapping the crow Anu and rushing directly into the spirit world.

  In the Central Sonia Sea, on the passenger ship to Dirinius Island.

  In a first-class cabin room shrouded in secret power, the prophet's clone, Phoenix, and Xia sat on each side of the round table.

  "So, that Yalina Soran is your father?"

  The prophet's clone repeated what he had just heard with a slight smack of his tongue.

  Xia nodded without any expression, with emotions restrained in her dark gold eyes, and narrated calmly:

  "Yes, he is my father, before he became a woman"

  "We can only be regarded as a branch of the Soran family. After the leader of the Soran family lost control and went crazy 200 years ago, the Soran family declined. I think that the leader of the Soran family who lost control must have more than one angel-level characteristic."

  "He is not a very talented person, otherwise he would not have betrayed the Soran family and joined the Witch Church."

  "I remember that he was very hesitant, very irritable, and very crazy for a period of time. During that time, I secretly observed him. He seemed to be confused by a tarot card."

  "Witch card?" The prophet's clone made this guess following his intuition.

  Xia looked at the prophecy clone with some surprise, then chuckled and said:

  "It seems that you have grown a lot during the time you left Feynaporte. You have completely immersed yourself and are not as impetuous as before."

  "I wasn't very impetuous before, was I? At most, I was a little impulsive."

  The prophet clone defended himself.

  "Really just a little? You were so bold at that time that you didn't look like a reasoning apprentice at all. I have no doubt that I will receive news of your return to the kingdom of God one morning."

  Xia's voice was a little hoarse, as if she was talking about Renekton, but also like she was talking about herself.

  A bronze palm with a black ring inlaid with emeralds gently placed on Xia's hand holding the coffee cup, silently comforting the other party.

  You are forcing dog food on me, right! . During the conversation, the clone silently turned away his eyes, and he felt that he didn't need to eat dinner tonight.

  After a moment of silence, Xia quickly adjusted her mood and said with a smile:

  "You guessed it right. That is indeed the Witch Card in the Blasphemy Card made by Emperor Roselle."

  "The gathering effect of the Blasphemy Card allowed him to unknowingly collect the materials needed to be promoted to the Witch of Despair. After applying to the family for promotion to the Iron Knight for the nth time and being rejected, he chose to change his path, even if it would turn him into a woman."

  "As for what happened next, you should be able to guess it, right? Maybe he really has a talent for being a woman. He doesn't seem to be confused or affected by becoming a witch, at least on the surface."

  "Why did the Sauron family reject his application? No extra characteristics? Or was it the internal factional struggle?"

  Phoenix asked curiously.  Chapter 413: Newins

  Xia pulled her hand out without leaving a trace, picked up the coffee in the cup and took a sip.

  After a moment's silence, she answered the previous question:

  "This is not something that an ordinary little girl like me could know. However, I think it is because he offended too many people, and at the same time, he could not digest the potions well enough, so he was not a qualified hunter."

  "The sequence eight of hunters is called 'provocateurs'. They are not very strong, but they are hated enough~"

  "When a group of provocateurs, or former provocateurs, gather together, conflicts are always inevitable."

  The prophet's clone tapped lightly on the coffee cup with his right index finger, and said leisurely:

  "The promotion ceremony of the Iron-Blooded Knight requires the formation of a team of at least thirty people with strong comradeship and tacit cooperation."

  "Hunters who have experienced the provocateur stage will always provoke others with a word or two. This ceremony is extremely difficult for them."

  "Form a team? How does this ceremony work?"

  Xia didn't care why the prophet's clone knew the promotion ceremony of the Iron-Blooded Knight. Instead, she asked curiously about the working principle of the ceremony.

  Renekton shrugged and said,

  "I don't know. I don't know a hunter of this level."

  Thea nodded gently and stopped talking about this topic. She took out a small dagger from her waist and cut a hole in the palm of her right hand. Blood dripped into the coffee in front of her.

  After dyeing the whole cup of coffee red, she put the dagger back, and a blue-white glow lingered in her eyes.

  There were a little bit of light green light floating in the palm of her right hand, carrying a strong breath of life, and quickly healing the wound on her hand.

  After doing all this, she casually pushed the red coffee in front of her to the prophet's clone and said,

  "Since you are tracking her, you should have a way to use my blood as a medium to find her location, right?"

  The prophet's clone nodded, and said helplessly,

  "Of course you can, but why did you drip it into the coffee?"

  "Are there any other cups here?" Thea said calmly without even raising her eyelids.

  "Compared to a member of the Church of Knowledge, you are more like an adventurer."

  The prophet's clone sighed softly, leaning back against the back of the chair, and at the same time reaching out to take the cup of red coffee in front of him.

  His eyes were immediately covered with a layer of silver, becoming deep and calm, and losing focus.

  With the mystical connection between Xia's blood and Yalina Soren, a picture soon emerged in his mind.

  It was a ghost ship drifting on the sea. It looked a little old and dark in color, like a sunken ship that had been soaked in the sea for a long time. On the raised sail, there was a sea monster pattern with twisted tentacles.

  The picture floated again, and he saw a sturdy man. There were scale-like patterns on his face, neck, and exposed arms, like the phantom scales hidden under the skin of the sailor's extraordinary person. There was no beard on his chin, but there were green buds about ten centimeters long, like the tentacles of marine creatures.

  His eyes were deep blue, he wore a black triangular pirate hat, and a loose dark brown coat, which seemed to cover his physical features.

  The picture floated again, and came to a dark room, which seemed to be a collection room specially used to store precious items. On the widest wall of the room, there was a rather gorgeous mirror made of gold, which had a distinct Intis style.

  The floating picture in my mind stopped abruptly, and the eyes of the prophet clone became clear again.

  "You were promoted to a prophet? When? No wonder you dared to chase her."

  Xia seemed to have come back to her senses from the performance of the prophet clone just now, and asked in a surprised voice, but soon regained her calm.

  Her words made Phoenix frown on the side, and his inquiring eyes fell on the prophet clone, and asked in confusion:

  "Aren't you a mystic?"

  "We are the same person, just separated into different identities."

  The prophet clone explained with a chuckle.     "Generally, clones won't even change their own paths. Just consider it your little secret, as long as it's not made into a secret doll by someone."

  Xia just sighed lightly, and then passed the question in one sentence. She paused for a moment before continuing:

  "What did you predict just now?"

  Renekton tilted his head slightly, recalling the scene that just floated in his mind, and said with a not-so-obvious teasing tone:

  "Admiral Deep Sea's 'News', and a mirror placed on that ghost ship, made of gold, a very gorgeous mirror."

  "Your father... er, mother? Or mom? Anyway, she is most likely hiding in that mirror. The Immortal Witch is good at resurrection and rebirth, and that is probably a backup plan she prepared for herself."

  "As for why he appeared on Admiral Deep Sea's ship, maybe it was one of her lovers, or maybe the mirror was just intercepted by the other party."

  Xia did not show obvious emotional changes, but chuckled and said:

  "That was a long time ago. I have no relationship with her or the Soran family. I have even forgotten his name."

  "Of course, I am still happy to send her to the underworld."

  Phoenix's eyes flickered slightly. He was introverted and was particularly sensitive to emotional changes. Renekton

  leaned back in his chair leisurely without expressing any opinion.

  Sometimes the calmer you appear, the stronger your inner emotions are. It seems that she did not have a good time in the Soran family, and a big reason for this was her father. This should not reach the point of becoming an enemy. Are there other reasons in between?

  In Impas City, in a hotel called Soyana.

  Renekton sat on the sofa by the window, holding a few pieces of parchment torn from "Groselle's Travels" in his hand, and on the round table in front of him were the Time Worms that he had harvested from Flora Jacob before.

  On his shoulder, a mechanical arm was swinging flexibly. There was a strange eyeball at each joint of the arm, and there was a flesh eye without eyelashes at the center of the palm. It looked at the materials on the round table with a thoughtful look, shaking its palm from time to time, as if shaking its head.

  In Renekton's mind, the voice of the mechanical hand seemed to echo without much confidence:

  "The level of these materials is too high. I am not capable enough to make them into perfect magical items."

  Renekton nodded without paying much attention, chuckled and said:

  "It's okay, just control them so that their negative effects are not too outrageous. It's best to make them have living characteristics. Dead things are difficult to deal with, but living things will know how to restrain themselves."

  "Then I'll try my best."

  The mechanical hand responded without confidence.

  It stretched out its hand directly and grabbed a piece of parchment from Renekton's hand. Its mechanical fingers clicked the parchment rhythmically. Every time it clicked a place, a gray-white strange symbol would emerge. They were connected to each other, forming a dense net.

  In Renekton's vision, blurry shadows emerged from the parchment, like drops of water suspended in midair, reflecting different faces.

  The subconscious and collective subconscious in "The Journey of Groselle"?

  "Yes, every page of paper here contains part of the world in the book and the spiritual world."

  "But I can only extract these subconscious. The world in the book and the spiritual world inside will inevitably be destroyed. Their existence is far beyond my ability. It is not something that an ordinary mechanical expert like me can operate."

  The mechanical hand flexibly extracted the subconscious from the parchment one by one, while answering Renekton's questions.  Chapter 414: Fraudulent Magical Items

  Renekton nodded, then raised his right hand and rubbed his fingers twice. Eyes instantly opened in the shadows and gaps around him.

  Their sights alternated, taking in the entire room. A layered illusory door symbol emerged in their pupils.

  The space in the hotel room was strangely divided by them and connected to a certain place in the spirit world.

  Then he summoned an invisible giant hand, which directly mixed the corpse of the Time Worm on the table, the subconscious extracted by the mechanical hand, and the crumpled parchment into a ball and continued to compress it.

  Under the extraordinary ability of the mechanical hand, they quickly turned into a light ball with a grayish-white color as illusory human figures slid across it, flashing blurred colors.

  This ball of light in front of the mechanical hand was like dough on a chopping board, being kneaded into various shapes at will.

  A deep blue and purple glow appeared in Renekton's eyes. He quietly stared at the gray-white ball of light in front of him, reflecting the symbol of the hidden sage in his mind on the ball of light.

  The originally gray-white ball of light was instantly stained with twinkling starlight, and a cold and crazy atmosphere filled the air.

  After nearly half an hour of operation, the gray-white ball of light gradually faded and was kneaded into a gray-brown book with the thickness of a little finger and folded up.

  "It's done!" The mechanical hand's voice echoed in Renekton's mind a little tiredly.

  Before he could express his opinion, the mechanical hand automatically fell off his shoulder, and it jumped directly onto the round table in front of him, lying straight on the table, like a tired salted fish.

  Renekton lowered his eyes, and his entire right arm, along with half of his shoulder, turned into a statue made of countless starlight. As he reached out to take the book on the table, bits of rust-like debris fell from the starlight, quickly disappearing as it fell, as if the starlight was rejecting negative influences that did not belong to it.

  On the gray-brown cover, there was an ancient, mottled clock with twelve sections, and around the clock were many mysterious symbols that symbolized the mind, time, and fraud.

  A deep blue light flashed in his eyes, and Renekton instantly understood the positive and negative effects of this magical item:

  it was a living seal that was keen on lying and would instinctively deceive everyone, and the holder could not avoid it.

  Once it deceived someone, the corresponding scam would become a reality in a coincidental way. The more trust one had in its words, the better the effect.

  Every person it deceived would provide it with a certain amount of power. When the number of people deceived reached a certain level, it would undergo a qualitative change, and at that time, the influence it produced would be no less than that of a demigod to some extent.

  If no one believes in it, then it is just an ordinary, somewhat nagging book.

  It has some characteristics of a parasite, and can host its body in anything that has spirituality and is not at the level of a demigod, which can be a living thing or a dead thing.

  The person who holds it will lose something from time to time, which may be a pen, a gold coin, or a magical item, or even the clothes he wears, or even the thoughts that float in his mind.

  This is a bit outrageous, is the influence of thieves so great? The negative effect is losing things, so why is the positive effect still fraud!

  Renekton sighed in his heart speechlessly, and casually flipped open the gray-brown book in his hand. The folded paper inside was completely blank.

  As Renekton moved, silver-white words in dragon language appeared on the gray-brown parchment:

  "I am a warrior of light from the M78 nebula. I fell into a deep sleep due to the exhaustion of my light. The person who sees this message is the inheritor of light. If you sacrifice 50 gold pounds to me, you can obtain my remaining light and become an ATM!"

  "."

  Renekton took a deep breath and resisted the urge to burn the book in his hand. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly and he said,

  "This is a different world. Shouldn't your scam text messages keep up with the times?"     As if it understood Renekton's complaints, the words on the gray-brown parchment quickly twisted, and after a moment, a new paragraph of words emerged:

  "I am the ancient sun god, and I was sealed because of the betrayal of my subordinates. Sacrifice 50 gold pounds to me. When I get out of trouble, you will become the ninth angel king under my seat~"

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly, and for a moment he didn't know where to start complaining.

  He kept asking for gold pounds because fraud must have gains? If there are really many people who are deceived by it, this book may really be able to intercept some of the power of the ancient sun god. But. This inferior fraudulent words can't break through the automatic blocking function on my previous mobile phone.

  This book will probably only be a nagging ordinary book for the rest of my life. It's a waste of my materials. I tore nearly half of the pages of "Groselle's Travels" and all my time worm reserves. As a result, I got a book that can copy fraudulent text messages.

  "You might as well just call it 'Fraud Manual'"

  As he spoke, he reached out and touched his chest, feeling a little distressed about the materials he had consumed.

  As soon as he put his right hand on his left chest, he suddenly stopped. He didn't feel the pocket watch in his inner pocket.

  Without even confirming, the prophet's intuition told him the result: his pocket watch disappeared directly because of the negative effect of the book in his hand.

  It actually made the items on his body disappear directly. This negative effect was completely an out-of-control demigod-level stealing ability. Compared with the negative effect, its shameful fraud ability can be ignored.

  Renekton resisted the urge to swear and looked down at his clothes. After confirming that his clothes did not suddenly disappear, he was relieved.

  He threw the "Fraud Manual" on the table and said in a flat voice:

  "Since you are a living magical item, you should learn to act on your own and don't need a holder."

  The fraud manual suddenly flipped by itself, and a series of distorted dragon language words emerged:

  "I am just a book. I can't walk without hands and feet, I can't be deceived, and I can't send living things●﹏●"

  There are even emoticons. Does the hidden sage choose to instill junk information into it? Renekton was speechless for a moment, then waved his hand and said,

  "Wait a minute, I'll find a rabbit of knowledge to take you on a wandering trip. Don't cheat people who are too powerful or too smart. If you fall over, I may not be able to save you in time."

  As he spoke, Renekton took out a wooden whistle from his pocket. He put the whistle to his lips and blew it gently, but no sound came out.

  A moment later, a silly-looking, translucent rabbit emerged from an open eye in the shadow of the room.

  Renekton picked up the fraud manual on the table and handed it to it, half squatting and saying,

  "Take this book to different places for me, and change its location every once in a while. You need to pay attention to its movements and don't lose it. You can come to my place to read a book for a day after working for a day. How about that?"

  The rabbit of knowledge nodded a little slowly, took the fraud manual, tilted its head and looked at it blankly for a while, then went directly into the eye behind him and left here from the spirit world.

  Pah~

  Watching the Rabbit of Knowledge leave, Renekton snapped his fingers, and the eyes in the room quickly shrank back into the shadows and cracks.

  The warm sunlight outside the window shone in again, the room became brighter, and the temperature rose.  Chapter 415 Strange Mirror

  Backlund, in a red three-story house in the Cherwood District.

  Fors lazily lay on a recliner, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace. On her right was a small round table, on which was placed a round-bellied fountain pen, a few blank pieces of letter paper, and a glass of dark red wine.

  In the living room next to her, the creaking sound of a door opening suddenly rang out, followed by the sound of hard boots stepping on the wooden floor, and the clanging sound of a door closing. The

  rustling sound of changing shoes and clothes rang for a while, and the relaxed footsteps quickly approached the direction of the fireplace in the fireplace restaurant. Hugh,

  who was just over 1.5 meters tall and had some baby fat on his cheeks, quickly walked to the fireplace.

  Her eyes lingered on the small round table to the right of Fors for a moment, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and then she said:

  "Fors, didn't you say that you had a lot of inspiration recently? It's been half a day, and you haven't written a word yet?"

  "Well, the inspiration won't run away suddenly, I'll write it later."

  Fors was stunned for a moment, and explained with an awkward chuckle.

  "You said the same thing yesterday." Xio reminded helplessly.

  "It's all because the fireplace is too warm."

  Before Fors finished speaking, her inspiration was suddenly touched, and she turned her head to look at the silver mirror in Xio's hand.

  "What is this?" She asked with some confusion.

  "The commission I took before, several young masters and young ladies who love mysticism performed a ritual at random and provoked a dead spirit. This is the remnant of that ritual. I saw that it looked a bit spiritual, so I took it back."

  Xio explained briefly, and she also noticed the spiritual fluctuations that appeared on the mirror just now, and hesitated whether to throw it away now.

  The silver mirror reflected the dim light of the fireplace. The red light in the mirror twisted into words in Loen language, which kept floating:

  "I am a poor ghost. I was betrayed by my husband, suspected by my children, and abandoned by my relatives. I couldn't stand this kind of life, so I committed suicide."

  "No one was sad for me, no one shed tears for me, and I didn't even have a decent funeral. I suddenly regretted that I had never lived a good life for myself."

  "Kind person who got this mirror, can you give me a bouquet of flowers, a blessing, and a gold pound? I will turn into a night herb and pray for you in the sea of ​​flowers in the dark heaven."

  Fors didn't know what expression to use to face the words on the mirror. She looked at Xiou in a daze and said,

  "This? Throw it away? Or..."

  Xiou frowned, with a deep confusion between his eyebrows and eyes, and said,

  "I don't sense the breath or influence related to evil, chaos, and madness. If it is a ghost or a ghost, I can't feel it."

  "What if it's a harmless ghost?"

  Fors pondered and asked. For some reason, she felt that there was a pitiful ghost in the mirror. She couldn't help but want to sympathize with it.

  "I don't know."

  Xio was stunned. She suppressed the sympathy that was rising in her heart and said rationally:

  "But do you really believe its words? Even if what it said is true, after someone with such an experience committed suicide, would her remaining spirit really be harmless?"

  Fors had automatically regarded the thing in the mirror as the ghost of a poor lady in her mind. She inevitably felt some empathy for the other party and said hesitantly:

  "But she only asked for a bouquet of flowers, a blessing, and a gold pound?"

  "Uh, gold pounds? Why does a ghost want gold pounds? Is this a new scam?"

  Fors was suddenly stunned. As a novelist who was not rich, the mention of gold pounds made her regain some of her thoughts.

  Xio shook her head and said,

  "I don't know. If it was a scam, they wouldn't just steal one gold pound. Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that someone is deliberately using special magical items to make money."

  "Maybe she was just too poor when she was alive, so she developed this obsession after her death."

  Fors nodded slightly and fell into her own imagination again. She had already imagined the image of a middle-aged woman who was tortured by life.     Xio was stunned for a moment, and looked at Fors in disbelief,

  "You don't really believe her, do you?"

  "I think we need to take this mirror to the church and let the priest purify it."

  "The priest of the church will purify you as well, or imprison you in the basement of the church, where you will never see the sun again."

  Fors sat up from the recliner and reminded Xio unhappily.

  "Of course I won't take it away myself. Don't you have the means to interfere with divination and spiritual intuition now? Just find someone you don't know to do it."

  Xio explained his plan.

  "But what if what she said is true?" Fors said hesitantly.

  "Why don't you do a divination first?" Xio reminded.

  Fors suddenly realized something, and she laughed dryly twice and said,

  "I was too busy discussing with you."

  As she spoke, she got up and went to her room to take out a crystal ball the size of a baby's fist, and began to do divination on the silver mirror that suddenly appeared with handwriting.

  After a moment, the brilliant stars in her eyes disappeared, and the light in the crystal ball on the table quickly disappeared.

  She turned her head to look at Xi, who had been watching her, and nodded gently:

  "I didn't predict its ill will towards us, and I didn't find any danger."

  Xi was silent for a while, and seemed to be entangled.

  Fors hesitated for a moment and suggested:

  "Why don't we give her a bouquet of flowers? It's just an ordinary bouquet of flowers. Even if something goes wrong, it won't have any impact on us."

  Xi and Fors looked at each other, and then turned their heads to look at the silver mirror on the small round table beside them, and fell into deep thought for a while.

  West Balam, Pers River Valley.

  Renekton led the crow Anu to walk upstream along the river in the center of the Pers River Valley. His figure blurred from time to time, and then became clear again, and he had teleported a long distance forward.

  The crow Anu hovering in the air flapped its wings vigorously. It sped up its flight while looking at the river surface below.

  When Renekton disappeared and reappeared, it flapped its wings twice and landed directly on Renekton's shoulder:

  "Boss, why do we have to explore along the river?"

  "If those puppets will walk into this river, then the river water here will be more or less contaminated with something."

  As he spoke, there were twinkling lights in his eyes, as if there was a galaxy. Under the vision of the Secret Eye, everything around was clearly reflected in the eyes.

  The eyes of the crow Anu were deep and dark, like the eyes of the dead. It would look at the river from time to time.

  "There is nothing special about this river except for a few more dead spirits and natural spirits."

  The crow Anu muttered softly, then flapped its wings and flew into the air again.

  Renekton's figure suddenly blurred, and then became clear again. He was already two hundred meters away.

  He looked into the distance leisurely, and whispered in a puzzled voice:

  "The people here have no awareness of protecting the environment. This river has been affected by the surrounding plantations and factories, and a lot of toxins and garbage have accumulated." "

  But this is all within the normal range. The creatures in the river do not have any tendency to mutate. Why did the ancient alchemist keep controlling the puppet to sink into the river?"

  "Perhaps the people of the Church of the Earth can guess. No one knows the way of farmers better than them."

  While talking to himself, his figure suddenly became transparent and turned into a human figure formed by starlight. As he took a step, the starlight surged into the sky, carrying the figure of the crow Anu to the upper reaches of the Pas River Valley.