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  Chapter 426 Klein's Divination

  Renekton's intuition gave him a vague premonition, and the next moment, a crimson light suddenly rose in front of him, quickly flooding his entire field of vision. The

  crimson light quickly faded, and the scene in front of him had turned into the unchanging palace above the gray fog, and he was sitting on a high-backed chair belonging to the "White Tower".

  My inspiration can already detect Sefirah Castle? This should be the image of the knowledge wilderness left on me just now.

  As his thoughts drifted, he turned his head to look at the top of the mottled long table and greeted Klein in a calm tone:

  "Good evening, I didn't expect you're still awake?"

  Klein paused for a moment, and looked at Renekton speechlessly and said:

  "Even if I fell asleep, I would be woken up by your prayers."

  "You didn't sleep at night to sacrifice a strange metal ring to me, just to make sure I was asleep?"

  As he spoke, Klein's eyes swept over the rusty metal ring that he had placed on the table in front of him. He had just checked it out. It was just a very ordinary metal ring, at most a metal ring with a very long history.

  Renekton leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, turned his head to look at Klein, chuckled and said:

  "I want you to help me predict its past."

  "You should be good at divination, what's so special about it?"

  Klein looked at Renekton with some suspicion and said.

  Recalling what happened just now, Renekton nodded with some pain in his teeth, and explained with some emotion:

  "This is an item belonging to an immortal bird. It lived in the Second Age, when the ancestor of the immortal bird, Greygari, was still active."

  "When I peeked through it just now, I saw Greygari and the River of Everlasting Darkness, and I almost died."

  "." Klein was speechless for a moment, and then he asked back:

  "So you think my divination here will not be affected?"

  "Of course not, but with the blessing of this gray fog, you will recover even if you are blown into pieces."

  Renekton shook his head and explained confidently.

  "I just won't die, but it doesn't mean I won't feel pain." Klein said this with a bit of gnashing of teeth.

  "I have a secret technique to block pain." Renekton said with a prepared smile.

  Hard, fists are hard, if I can't beat them, I have already dealt damage in close proximity. If you like playing so much, I will ask Arrodes to play truth or dare with you tomorrow.

  Klein remained silent. After a moment, he spoke leisurely,

  "Do you know about the Celestial Sect and the Mother Tree of Desire?"

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked at Klein. The corresponding memories emerged in his mind, and he chuckled,

  "No wonder you haven't slept so late."

  As Klein's face gradually darkened, he curled the corners of his mouth and retracted his gaze. He rested his right elbow on the armrest of the high-back chair, supported his chin with his palm and smiled,

  "The Celestial Sect is a branch of the Rose School. The leader is the Saint Zatwin of the Rose School. They believe in the Mother Tree of Desire, which is the tree where the Bound God is hung. Demons and alien species are all under His control."

  "He holds some power over destiny, so he can peek into the aura of Sefirah Castle on you."

  Klein listened in silence, and sighed helplessly in his heart. In addition to Amon, I have another enemy, a real evil god with more than one sect. I must become a demigod as soon as possible, otherwise the aura of Sefirah Castle may attract peepers at any time.

  After making a decision in his heart, he turned his gaze to Renekton again, and said with a slightly puzzled tone:

  "Is the Mother Tree of Desire an existence that has mastered multiple paths to transcend the sequence?"

  Renekton nodded slightly, and said calmly:

  "That's right, but because of the characteristics of the two paths of demons and aliens, some of the source essence is missing, His condition is not good, and he can only barely maintain his status."

  "It is precisely because of this that He is particularly active in eroding this world."

  "Oh, what a disaster-ridden world." Klein sighed, and followed his own intuition and did not continue this topic.

  He reached out and picked up the gray-blue and dark gold metal ring on the table that was stained with a lot of rust. His eyes flashed, and he turned his head to look at Renekton and said:

  "Give me the secret technique to block pain."

  "No problem." Renekton responded with a chuckle.

  His eyes were instantly covered with a layer of deep blue and purple brilliance, and his mind outlined a pair of cold and indifferent eyes without eyelashes that contained countless bright stars.

  His gaze was with Klein's church, and the eyes that he had pictured in his mind were instantly reflected in Klein's eyes.     Klein felt as if he had seen a brilliant galaxy, and each star was the condensation and embodiment of knowledge.

  As he focused his attention on this brilliant galaxy, knowledge began to swarm into his mind, so that his thoughts became hazy, like a computer that was stuck after running too many pages.

  No wonder the knowledge of the hidden sages would directly cause the secret peepers to lose control or even go crazy. This kind of indoctrination of knowledge that was somewhat relieved, without any malice or danger, made me so uncomfortable.

  Klein sighed in his heart, and then began to sort out the secret knowledge in his mind. This was modified by Renekton. Even if you are not a Beyonder of the Reader Path, you can use it normally as long as you have mastered the corresponding knowledge.

  Klein leaned back and leaned against the back of the chair. He blocked his pain according to the knowledge in his mind, then stretched out a hand to let the rusty metal ring on the table float automatically into his hand. He rubbed his forehead with the other hand, recited the divination sentence seven times in a low voice, and then put himself into a deep sleep through meditation.

  Klein, who had fallen asleep, soon entered a dream. He woke up from the dream and found himself in the perspective of the owner of the metal ring.

  Is this the scene of the Second Epoch? As soon as the thought came to his mind, Klein saw a change in the dream. The scene around him turned into a colorful and symbolic spiritual world.

  He saw many phoenixes around him. They seemed to be watching something and waiting for something. As Klein's thoughts changed, the dream around him floated again. The phoenixes surrounding him all disappeared, leaving only a few pale flames that jumped and stayed far away in various places in the spiritual world.

  In the depths of the spiritual world, layers of illusory doors suddenly appeared, and a soul-shaking cry full of death and decay sounded.

  Klein only felt that his consciousness fell into a trance, as if he saw his own death and end. It was right in front of him, quietly watching him, waiting for him to approach it.

  A cold and sobbing wind suddenly blew up in the quiet spirit world, and an unimaginably huge figure flew out from the layers of illusory doors. His body was covered with pale flames and feathers woven with mysterious patterns. His eyes seemed to be cast in bronze, and there were layers of illusory doors hidden inside.

  All concepts related to death were converging on Him, and a circle of terrifying white mist formed around Him.

  The white mist blocked Klein's sight, so that he did not get hurt by looking directly at the gods in the first place, and was forced to interrupt the divination.

  Klein stared at the front, watching the gray mist spread rapidly around, as if even space was divided at this moment. The world shrouded in death, could this be the underworld? Graygari is opening up the underworld!

  Recalling the reply he received when he asked Mr. Azik about the messenger's problem, he became more and more certain that the area now covered by the white mist and expanding outward was the legendary underworld.

  Unexpectedly, the owner of this metal ring had witnessed Graygari opening up the underworld. It might have been a demigod-level phoenix.

  As Klein's thoughts floated, the picture of the dream changed again. This time, the phoenix directly entered the underworld. It flew rapidly in the underworld, and countless things came into Klein's eyes.

  Everything was so absurd and weird, and it was hard to describe. Klein felt that his spirit was being polluted here, and he was heading towards death uncontrollably.

  When Klein felt that he was about to reach the end of his life, he heard the sound of an illusory river flowing.

  Before he could react, he saw the huge figure of Graygari shrouded in pale white mist again. Her figure enveloped the entire city, and she shuttled through a thick gray fog.

  Gray fog! This is the kind of gray fog on Sefirah Castle!

  Klein looked at the gray fog in front of him in shock. The familiar feeling made him sure at a glance that this was the gray fog under their feet every time they met at the Tarot Club.

  A huge figure covered in pale flames suddenly rushed out of the gray fog. His movements were so fast and his figure was so large that Klein only saw the pale flames covering his head.

  The sound of the illusory river flowing in his ears became clearer and clearer. Before he could wonder, he saw a vast black river pouring out of the gray fog.

  The illusory river water came into his eyes, and Klein was slightly stunned. He seemed to see the eternal darkness that submerged everything, the end of all things, and the real death, absolute death!

  He felt nothing, without any thoughts floating, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

  In the magnificent ancient palace, Renekton watched Klein's body quickly crack open, and tiny pale white hairs grew out of it. These hairs only took the blink of an eye to grow into white feathers.

  These feathers quickly withered and fell from his body. Before they touched the gray fog under his feet, they had already dispersed into a piece of pale yellow dust.

  Klein's body fell in pieces, as if he had stepped over death and walked towards the real end.

  Buzz~

  The gray fog around him quickly vibrated, surging like waves, and crimson rays of light were rolled up.

  Renekton quickly closed his eyes and used his spirituality to block his perception of the outside world. He felt a strong sense of danger. This was the reaction of Sefirah Castle to the breath of the River of Everlasting Darkness.

  At this moment when he could neither see nor hear, a whimpering wind rolled up in the palace, and the gray fog it raised directly submerged the entire palace.

  It lasted for nearly half a minute before the space above the gray fog gradually calmed down. The crimson light gradually faded. As the premonition of danger disappeared, Renekton lifted the closure of his own senses. He turned his head to look at the top of the mottled long table, at the high-backed chair belonging to the "Fool".

  Klein's figure sat there quietly, and it seemed that he had not yet come to his senses. His eyes were somewhat empty and blank as he stared at the front.

  The metal ring that he originally held in his hand had completely weathered, leaving only a small circle of rusty debris, which was still falling debris. In just a moment, it completely dissipated.

  This scene surprised Renekton. He had used it for divination before, but it only covered the ring with a layer of rust.

  Because of the divination, the ring was also contaminated with the breath of the River of Everlasting Darkness, and it went straight to the end. The divination before only covered the ring with a layer of rust. Was it because it was reset along with me?  Chapter 427: Rabbit Express, Mission Accomplished

  Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly, then he stood up from his seat, walked to Klein, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, saying:

  "Haven't you come to your senses yet?"

  Klein glanced at Renekton expressionlessly, and said in a flat voice:

  "I saw a gray fog, and my intuition told me that it was the same thing as the gray fog here."

  "The essence of this gray fog is the fog of history. Did you also see the tributary of the River of Everlasting Darkness?"

  Renekton explained briefly, and then curiously asked about what Klein had divined.

  "Is that the River of Everlasting Darkness? The same thing as Sefirah Castle?"

  "I also felt the power of sleep at the time. This should belong to the path of the sleepless mastered by the Goddess of Night. Is this the fundamental reason for the existence of adjacent paths? At a higher level, they belong to the same system?"

  Although Klein was speaking in the words of a question, his tone seemed very firm.

  "That's basically it." Renekton nodded slightly.

  "What is the fog of history?" After getting the answer he wanted, Klein turned to ask about the fog of history.

  "Uh," Renekton pondered for a while, then shook his head and said,

  "I don't really understand it either. This belongs to the authority of history. You will understand it when you become an ancient scholar."

  Klein nodded gently, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Light instantly rose around him and turned into a floating picture in the air. This was what he saw in the dream divination.

  The picture lasted less than half a minute before it ended. Klein turned his head to look at Renekton, who had already returned to his seat, and asked curiously,

  "Why do you care about this period of history? It is so important?"

  Renekton chuckled and said,

  "Mystics can draw strength from the knowledge of mysticism they have mastered to create magic or witchcraft."

  As he spoke, he reached forward and dragged out a black river that was not real enough from the void. He could not see its source, nor did he know where it flowed. It was like intercepting a section of river water out of thin air.

  The river looked pitch black, as if even light would be swallowed up. Anything washed by the river would inevitably move towards its end, even death itself!

  The unreal black river only appeared for a moment, and Renekton made it disappear. Because it involved the River of Eternal Darkness, even though he was a Sequence 3 demigod, it was a bit difficult for him to use this mysterious reappearance.

  "River of Eternal Darkness!" Klein stood up directly from the high-backed chair and looked at the place where the black river had just appeared in disbelief. A huge gap had appeared in the affected palace.

  He thought slightly, and the palace immediately returned to its original state, as if it had never changed.

  Renekton shook his head and explained with a little disappointment:

  "It's fake, not even a phantom."

  "Otherwise, this palace would have disappeared just now, completely disappeared, and even through the mist of history, it cannot be restored."

  Klein nodded gently, rubbed his forehead tiredly and said:

  "Let's stop here today. There was a battle not long ago, and my spirituality can't hold up." As soon as

  the voice fell, a deep red light rose up in the surroundings, and then quickly disappeared. The ancient palace above the gray fog returned to silence again, and there was no longer any figure.

  In the three-story red building in Conston City, Jianhai County.

  Lawrence drew the curtains of the study and began to set up a ritual on the ground to summon spiritual creatures.

  After placing candles, essential oils and other items, he used herbal powder to draw an all-seeing eye pattern on the floor, and then placed the letter he received last night on it.

  After arranging the ceremony, he stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the candle wick, and a dim flame quickly sprang up. Repeating the previous action, he lit the other two candles, and then dripped two drops of essential oil and pure dew into the candle flame. The flame on the candle instantly swayed, and the fragrance of herbs filled the entire room.

  Lawrence took a step back and chanted softly in ancient Hermetic language:

  "I;"

  "I summon in my name;"

  "The spirit wandering in the void, the friendly creature that can communicate, the collaborator of the transaction, the rabbit-shaped spirit favored by knowledge."

  As the spell was chanted, the dim candle flame instantly took on a layer of brass color, and the sound of the wind instantly blew in the room, sweeping the herbal powder on the ground into the brass candle flame, causing the swaying flame to instantly rise, expand, and twist in the air into a channel connecting to the spirit world.

  As the passage was formed, a silly-looking rabbit with a translucent body emerged from the passage. It was wearing a gray-blue vest with a bright-eyed rabbit pattern painted on its left chest.

  It looked around the room with a dazed gaze, then fell on Lawrence. After carefully looking at him for a moment, the rabbit of knowledge nodded slowly, then stretched out its claws and reached into its translucent body, and took out a gray-brown parchment and a white feather pen.

  It unfolded the parchment and handed it to Lawrence, with a flat voice like an emotionless phonograph:

  "Please confirm your signature."

  Lawrence took the parchment from the rabbit of knowledge with a puzzled look on his face, and found that it was a notarized document witnessed by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. He roughly glanced at the contents on it:     "Lawrence Nord purchased the compound eyes of the trickster evil monsters collected by Prak Eggers for 4,500 gold pounds. Prak Eggers must ensure that the materials are authentic and valid.

  The transaction is witnessed by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and executed by the Rabbit of Knowledge. As the coordinator of the transaction, the Rabbit of Knowledge can receive 4% of the transaction amount as a reward, and Lawrence Nord and Prak Eggers will each bear 2%."

  A holy emblem of knowledge and wisdom composed of an open book and the all-seeing eye was drawn on the parchment. On the edge of the paper were scattered some magical signs and symbols representing contracts and order, which intertwined with each other to form a circle of strange patterns.

  Lawrence quickly read all the contents of this notarial certificate. After confirming that there was no problem, he reached out to take the feather pen in the hand of the Rabbit of Knowledge and wrote his name at the bottom of the parchment, next to the signature of Prak Eggers.

  As he put pen to paper, the notarial certificate in his hand instantly turned into a brilliant gold, as dazzling as the sun at noon.

  This state lasted only for a moment, and the notarization turned into pieces of light and dissipated. An invisible force fell on Lawrence, the Rabbit of Knowledge and Prak at the same time.

  After the notarization took effect, the Rabbit of Knowledge reached out again and took out an iron box the size of an adult's palm from its translucent body, and handed it to Lawrence.

  After Lawrence reached out and took it, he directly lifted the spiritual wall that sealed the iron box, opened the iron box, and looked at the materials inside.

  Then he took out a crystal ball that had been prepared long ago, performed a simple divination on the materials, and then smiled and nodded to the Rabbit of Knowledge and said:

  "No problem."

  The Rabbit of Knowledge was a little dazed and performed a not-so-standard etiquette in the direction of Lawrence, and then turned around and entered the spiritual world channel opened by the ceremony.

  As the Rabbit of Knowledge turned around, Lawrence saw that there were several strange symbols printed on the back of its vest. They were the special symbols in Roselle's diary, and eight characters were neatly arranged up and down:

  "Rabbit Express, Mission Must Be Accomplished."

  This is the unique text invented by Emperor Roselle! Lawrence was only slightly puzzled, but when he saw that the other party had returned to the spirit world, he no longer paid attention to this issue.

  Emperor Roselle had a high status both in the real world and in the field of mysticism. It was not uncommon for some of the words and symbols he invented to be printed on certain things.

  Lawrence looked at the disappeared spirit world passage and the candlelight that had returned to normal, and sighed calmly:

  "The materials are finally gathered. The four coordinates located far apart in the depths of the spirit world were also set up two days ago. I can finally start the promotion of the traveler."

  "After this, it will be the secret magician. At that time, I can recite the honorable name of my ancestors."

  After muttering to himself for a while, he put away the potion materials in his hand, quickly restored the room to its original state, and then began to prepare the traveler's potion.

  Soon, a bottle of transparent potion that was almost unreal appeared in his hand. There were dots of blue floating in the potion, and they wonderfully outlined the illusory "door" symbols one by one.

  Staring at the potion in his hand, Lawrence felt as if his spirit was cheering for joy. He could be sure that there was no problem with the potion he prepared without even divination. However, the habit left over from his astrologer days still made him put his hand on the crystal ball on the table next to him again.

  After a moment, a blue glow flashed in the transparent crystal ball. His divination was answered. The potion worked!

  Huh~ He took a long breath, walked to the chair next to the desk and sat down. He leaned back and leaned against the back of the chair. He closed his eyes and relaxed his mind. Then he began to pray like last time:

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

  "I pray to you, pray for your blessing."

  His prayer was soon answered. Thick gray fog surged in his vision, and the gray fog quickly filled his entire field of vision. In the depths of the gray fog, there was a vague figure with a vast and lofty aura leaning leisurely.

  Lawrence felt that the other party seemed to have looked at him, as if it was an inadvertent look, without any emotion or will, but with an unimaginable and indescribable majesty.

  Before he came to his senses, a deep red light surged out of the gray fog like a tide, and these lights condensed in the air into a tall angel with twelve pairs of black wings and armor.

  The angel flew out of the gray fog and came in front of him in an instant. The wings behind him fell layer by layer, wrapped him in it, and gave him a blessing.

  In just a breath, everything around disappeared suddenly, whether it was the thick gray fog or the tall and distant angel, they all disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

  "No matter how many times I see this scene, I still feel shocked."

  "An angel appeared in front of me so easily. Even in the heyday of the Abraham family, family members could not see those noble angels so easily."

  Lawrence said to himself with a sigh and emotion.

  He quickly controlled his emotions, adjusted his state to the best through meditation, and then drank the bottle of Traveler's Potion.

  The potion was absorbed by his body the moment it entered his mouth, without even sliding down his throat.

  Lawrence's spirit suddenly became trance, and he felt as if he was infinitely elevated, and his consciousness broke through the limitations of his body and entered the spiritual world.

  Five or six minutes later, Lawrence, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly opened his eyes. There was a bright light flashing in his eyes, as if reflecting countless things.

  After a while, the light in his eyes gradually converged, and the agitated spirituality in his body also slowed down a lot. Even the wrinkles on his face seemed to fade a little, and the whole person seemed to be more energetic and younger.

  His figure, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly disappeared transparently, and then appeared on the other side of the room, then disappeared, and then appeared again.

  In just a few breaths, his figure had appeared once in every room in this three-story building.

  Finally, his figure was frozen beside the fireplace in the restaurant. Looking at the red flames dancing in the fireplace, an illusory book appeared in his eyes, and he quickly turned the pages.  Chapter 428: The First Technical University of the Pass River Valley

  After a moment, the vision in Lawrence's eyes disappeared, and he murmured:

  "The extraordinary abilities of the demigod level that I can record have been upgraded to four, and the specific effects are close to Sequence 4. When I become a secret mage, I may be able to record the abilities of the angel level."

  "Unfortunately, there are no angels in the Abraham family, and even the sealed objects that have been preserved have been lost."

  Thinking of this, his tone gradually became low, as if he was unable to dissolve the depression.

  In the Knowledge Church on the north bank of the Pass River Valley in the southern continent, the rabbits of knowledge sat neatly on the long table, holding a feather pen in their hands, and quickly copied the contents on the blank books.

  Since most of the ordinary people in the southern continent still use the Dutan language, if they want to spread knowledge here, they can only use books compiled in the Dutan language.

  Ordinary books can be printed directly, but books involving extraordinary knowledge can only be copied by people. When it comes to copying books, the first thing that Renekton thought of was the rabbits of knowledge, who are better at copying books than ordinary readers.

  Renekton leisurely sat on a long chair beside him, playing with the Witch Card sent by the Prophet's clone through the Rabbit of Knowledge, with an ambiguous smile on his face.

  Forget about Miracle Keke. With the Black Emperor Card, Klein will definitely not be willing to use the Witch Card. I'll find a time to give it to Bernadette. After all, I lost her Wheel of Fortune card.

  While his thoughts were floating, he noticed that Luca Brewster had returned from Mesanyes. He quickly restrained the expression on his face and turned his head to look at him. There was obvious joy in his gray-green eyes.

  Renekton chuckled and greeted him,

  "Bishop Luca, it looks like you've gained a lot on this trip."

  Luca Brewster chuckled and said,

  "Mesanyes agreed to our plan. As long as we can hold back the other Beyonders, there will only be one warlord in the Paz Valley in two months."

  After a slight pause, he continued,

  "In addition to the official forces of Loen and Intis, several major churches will definitely intervene. This involves the issue of their missionary work here, especially the Tyrant and the Church of the Sun."

  "Some local forces in the southern continent may also intervene, such as the so-called House of Evolution led by the Follower of the Original Moon, and the Rose School that believes in the Bound God and the Mother Tree of Desire."

  Renekton nodded slightly with an expressionless face. After thinking for a moment, he said,

  "We need allies. Emperor Roselle once said: The enemy of my enemy is my friend!"

  "In addition to some spiritual cults led by Mr. Prak, there are also new religions developing among the poor in the Paz Valley. They are good partners, at least for now."

  "We can temporarily cooperate with the Earth Mother Church, which is hostile to the Primal Moon, and even the Blood Clan, as well as the Moss Ascetic Order, which is hostile to the Steam Church, and even the War God Church, which is hostile to the Night Church. Forget it, those reckless people sometimes don't have very good brains."

  As he spoke, Renekton felt a strange feeling in his heart. Suddenly, he felt that the local secret organizations united to fight against the Orthodox Church and the external invading forces.

  "Did Emperor Roselle say this? I have no impression of it." Luca Brewster fell into deep thought for a moment.

  "Well, he said too much. Maybe one of us remembered it wrong."

  Renekton explained with a faint smile, and then changed the subject:

  "By the way, Bishop Luca, do you know where the blood clans in the southern continent usually gather? I want to talk to them, maybe I can win them over."

  Luca Brewster shook his head slightly and said:

  "I don't know. In the southern continent, the believers of the original moon are very active. This is an unstable factor for the blood clan. They rarely expose themselves."

  "The active believers of the original moon in the southern continent are our best opportunity for cooperation. I will go to the Earth Church to ask Ying later. They like to influence that group of vampires. Maybe they have some clues."

  Renekton chuckled and pondered, leaning back slightly on the back of the chair, and fell into contemplation for a short time.

  You can try to seek help from Emlyn. The blood clan must have their own contact methods. The believers of the original moon are the source of his future promotion characteristics. Even if he is a salted fish vampire, he will have enough motivation to run around.

  "West Balam is not peaceful. The people here have tried their best to survive, which makes them have few extra elves to study."

  "Perhaps when the Pas River Valley is completely, well, in Prak's words, it is called liberation, which seems to come from the Protestant vocabulary. To be honest, I have always doubted whether those Protestants are disguised by the Aurora Society. They are very similar in many ways, but very different."

  "Perhaps when the Pas River Valley is completely liberated, knowledge can be better spread here."

  Luca Brewster spoke silently. As the person in charge of the affairs of the Church of Knowledge in West Balam, it has always been his goal to expand the influence of the church here.

  Renekton shook his head and said with some sigh:

  "In this era, there must not be too many people who are willing to calm down and study. After all, knowledge can't fill their stomachs, nor can it bring the money necessary for life."

  After communicating with Luca Brewster in the church for a while, Renekton took the book copied by the Rabbit of Knowledge and left.

  In a flash, he quietly came to the other side of the Pas River Valley, where there was a night school jointly opened by the Protestants represented by Prak and Leo Master.

  The reason why it is a night school is that most people have to work hard to make a living during the day, and they don't have extra time to study.

  This place was rebuilt from several row houses. The area is not large, and the houses are a bit old. Even many stained glass windows are damaged and have never been repaired.

  Renekton stared at both sides of the street. His figure suddenly disappeared and then appeared in the principal's office. In front of him was Ethan, who was rubbing his forehead with a tired face and using his free hand to flip through the financial statements.

  Ethan was a little late to notice the fluctuation of spirituality. The fatigue on his face was swept away, and he looked at the figure who suddenly appeared in his office with vigilance.     After seeing the visitor's face clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief and said,

  "Why are you here?"

  "According to Mr. Prak's request, I'm bringing you some books."

  As he spoke, Renekton stretched out his hand and pulled in the air. A stack of brand new books was dragged out directly from the spirit world and neatly placed on the desk in front of Ethan.

  Ethan flipped through the pages casually, looking at the ink that had not completely dried on the paper. He tilted his head and asked in confusion:

  "Are these just copied?"

  Renekton nodded slightly and said casually:

  "This kind of book involving mystical knowledge is copied by hand. Even if it is a lifeless machine, if it prints knowledge in the field of mystical knowledge for a long time, it is likely to become an out-of-control magical item due to the pollution that may exist in that knowledge!"

  "However, isn't this a school that teaches some necessary common sense and survival skills? Are you planning to start training extraordinary people?"

  Ethan sighed and said:

  "You should have seen that we are very short of manpower. Even I have been sent to serve as the principal temporarily."

  "Let's go, I'll take you to visit our Pas Valley First Technical University!"

  As he spoke, he stood up from his chair, led the way in front, and introduced the situation of the school.

  "Who named this?" Renekton couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he heard the name of the school from Ethan's mouth. This name instantly reminded him of Russell.

  "She's from the Mos Ascetic Order. She said she found the inspiration from the biographical novels written by Emperor Roselle."

  "We have always been in a cooperative relationship with the Mos Ascetic Order, and it was with their support that we were able to break away from the Spirit Cult. However, your Orthodox Church seems to have a natural hostility towards this kind of secretive organization, so at the beginning we did not reveal our connection with the Mos Ascetic Order."

  Ethan answered while observing Renekton's expression. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party had no reaction to the Mos Ascetic Order.

  "This is your freedom. To be honest, the Church of Knowledge has a high tolerance for that tyrant and churches other than the Sun."

  Ethan nodded slightly, his voice slowed down a bit, and continued to introduce the situation in this school:

  "At first, we planned to open a school for everyone in the southern continent modeled after the church's night school, but considering the complex situation in West Balam, we simply divided the school into night and day."

  "The night school teaches some basic knowledge and survival skills, and the daytime is for training extraordinary people."

  Ethan paused for a moment, and then said with emotion:

  "As expected of the Church of Knowledge, which is famous for its knowledge and wisdom, it has found a way to become an extraordinary person without relying on potions, but the requirements for mastering knowledge are too high."

  "Except for the extraordinary people who follow the paths of readers, secret peepers, and generalists, it is very difficult for others to achieve certain results in a short period of time."

  As they spoke, they came to a classroom where some people were still in class. Through the gaps in the painted glass, Renekton saw sparse figures inside.

  There were about 10 to 20 people sitting in the classroom, aged between 10 and 20. In front of the small blackboard was a beautiful woman wearing a classical wizard robe. Her brown hair was very thick, casually scattered, and looked a little messy. The

  most impressive thing was her gray-brown eyes, which were piercing and bright, like the twinkling stars in the sky, and like the deep sea, making people unpredictable.

  "She is Gran, Gran Pars, one of the ten pillars of the Moss Ascetic Order, and also our original partner."

  "She is a very kind woman. Although she looks very young, she always exudes a mature charm. Well, you can't let her hear this, otherwise her cat will scratch your face."

  "Cat?" Renekton pondered, his inspiration was suddenly touched, and he turned his head to look behind him.

  A black and white cow cat and a lazy orange cat, with similar chubby bodies, were standing on the railing behind him, one on the left and one on the right, looking at him.

  Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw the light of wisdom in the eyes of the two cats. The two extraordinary animals seemed to have taken a magic potion that strengthened their brains. They were not bookish. They were definitely not readers, spectators? Or secret peepers? Or universalists?

  The two cats looked at Renekton for a moment and said one after another:

  "Another secret peeper."

  "The people of the Church of Knowledge are not readers."

  Renekton raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and took a step forward to touch the two cats, but they nimbly avoided him.

  He naturally retracted his right hand and looked at the two cats in front of him with some curiosity. They were quite outgoing and cheerful and said:

  "Are you universalists?"

  The audience prefers to observe in the dark. I can tell at a glance that secret peepers are all quite outgoing and cheerful. So, Steam was once a sunny boy or girl?

  The two chubby cats sat on the guardrail, and they crossed their legs very skillfully. It was strange but also revealed a sense of harmony.

  The black and white cow cat on the left looks a little silly. Its black and white color makes it look more like a Husky than a fat cat.

  The orange cat on the right has some loose flesh, especially its belly, which looks like it has a beer belly, but its eyes are clear, and it seems to be a smart cat.  Chapter 429 Bree and Ritz

  While looking at them, Renekton's eyes flashed with a deep blue glow. His eyes penetrated the surface and saw the faint steam rising behind the two fat cats and the constantly turning gears.

  Generalists, and their sequence would not be too low. Could they be two bomb-crazy cats?

  As his thoughts floated, he saw the two cats standing upright on the railing, with their hands on their hips, saying:

  "I'm Bree"

  "I'm Ritz"

  "We are mechanical experts, masters who can create mechanical wonders and extraordinary items!"

  "Bree. Ritz? Can you drive a robot?"

  As Renekton spoke, a scene of a huge robot launching mechanical claws forward appeared in his mind.

  Bree, the silly-looking cow cat, raised her chin slightly and said in a proud tone:

  "We are mechanical experts. We can easily control any mechanical creation."

  The orange cat Ritz was focusing on the first half of Renekton's sentence. She said in a serious tone:

  "What is Blitzcrank? We are Bree and Ritz!"

  These two interesting cats, try to trick them into building a robot named Blitzcrank!

  As his thoughts floated, Renekton smiled at the two chubby cats and said,

  "Blitzcrank is a powerful robot. It can launch mechanical claws to grab distant targets and release powerful electric currents to attack enemies. Only a true mechanical master can create it!"

  The orange cat Ritz's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly,

  "We are the real mechanical masters!"

  The cow cat Blitzcrank next to him directly stretched out his claws and patted it on the head, and said calmly,

  "Robot? Is it the kind of combat mechanical puppet mentioned by Emperor Roselle in the book? Even if we build it, you won't be able to control it if you don't know enough about machinery."

  Renekton smiled dumbly. He didn't rush to explain. Instead, before the orange cat next to him could react, he quickly reached out and touched the other's head.

  As Ritz looked at him in a daze, Renekton chuckled and explained:

  "I don't need to drive a robot, but as mechanical experts, don't you think such a robot is cool?"

  "And making such a sophisticated and powerful robot can not only help you digest the potion, but also greatly improve your combat capabilities, right?"

  "The path of the Generalist has almost no direct combat capabilities before Sequence 5. Given the functionality and scarcity of craftsmen, aren't you afraid of being kidnapped one day?"

  "Who dares to kidnap us?" The orange cat retorted disdainfully.

  "Ritz is right." The cow cat Bri nodded in agreement.

  Renekton was silent for a moment, and sighed in his heart for his idea of ​​Blitz in another world. Then he saw Bree nodded again and said:

  "But it is still necessary to digest the potion."

  Ritz immediately stood up and announced loudly: "I will make the attack system!"

  Bree nodded lightly and said in a serious tone: "Then I will be responsible for the body and power system."

  The two kittens with personality sighed in their hearts. Renekton looked down at Bree and Ritz and asked in a very sincere tone:

  "Since you have adopted my suggestion, can you also use the appearance I provided to build a robot?"

  "It's not impossible, but it must be designed reasonably!"

  Cow cat Bree rubbed his chin with one paw and said in a thoughtful look.

  "It seems that you get along very well."

  A soft female voice sounded at the side, and Renekton realized that there was someone beside him.

  He turned his head to look at the other person. It was Gran Pars who was teaching in the classroom just now.

  Renekton looked past Grant and toward the classroom behind her. The students inside were all reading quietly, but from time to time there were still a few curious eyes looking out the window.

  Brie and Ritz on the railing quickly jumped down and stood on either side of her, like two personal bodyguards.

  Grant casually smoothed back her hair that was scattered in front of her body. She looked at Renekton with deep eyes and said with a kind smile on her lips:

  "I didn't expect that I would meet two followers of 'knowledge' in such a short time. It seems that the time is almost here!"

  "My name is Grant Pars. Ethan has just introduced me to you."

  Renekton nodded slightly. His gaze stayed on the other party for a while. He smiled and nodded and said:

  "Al Tynes is the person in charge of some affairs of the Church of Knowledge in the southern continent."

  "I didn't expect that the first member of the Mos Ascetic Order that I officially met would be a sage!"

  "Haha, your vision is very clear, but I should not be the first member of the Mos Ascetic Order you have met. You have been on Cattleya's Future for nearly half a year~ And before you met me, you also knew Ethan, didn't you?"

  Grant covered her mouth and chuckled twice. When she mentioned Cattleya, her tone was a little playful, but she did not deny Renekton's words that she was a sage.

  ".Sage?" Ethan's pupils suddenly shrank, and the look he gave Ge Lan changed again and again.

  Ethan swallowed his saliva and asked nervously, "Why did you come to teach them in person?"

  "Didn't you invite me? I happened to have nothing to do, so I came here to experience what it's like to be a teacher."     "Besides, I am also very interested in this system called the Spirit World Warlock. I feel that it fits well with the Secret Peepers' Path, as if this system itself represents the will of the Hidden Sage!"

  Grant calmly answered Ethan's question. When she said the last sentence, she looked at Renekton with a deep gaze, as if waiting for an answer.

  "How can a system based on knowledge surpass knowledge itself?"

  Renekton responded with a sigh. He thought the other party would continue to ask why the Hidden Sage did not spread this system to the Moss Ascetic Order, but Grant directly skipped this topic.

  "Since it is a system promoted by the Church of Knowledge, you should know more about it. You can teach them the afternoon class."

  "It just so happens that I also need time to explore this new system."

  Grant said in a calm voice, but it gave people a feeling that could not be questioned.

  Renekton nodded indifferently. After chatting with Grant for a while, he continued to follow Ethan to visit the First Technical University of the Pass Valley. After promising to come here to teach in his free time, Renekton followed Bree and Ritz to their home. The

  two cats ran wildly in the alleys and roofs with agility that was completely inconsistent with their size, easily climbing over the walls and passing through the narrow holes.

  Renekton took out an illusory hat from the void and put it on his head, hiding his figure. His figure flashed from time to time, allowing him to follow them steadily.

  In less than ten minutes, he followed Bree and Ritz to the back door of a watch shop and watched the two cats climb the wall skillfully and jump into the room on the second floor.

  Renekton's figure instantly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in the room on the second floor.

  The room here is very large, as if several houses were opened up and remodeled, and various machines and parts were piled up around it.

  Brie and Ritz moved lightly through the messy room and sorted out a small table that was barely clean. There were small cookies of various shapes on the side.

  Ritz walked to a strange machine that looked like a kettle with a pale yellow cup in his hand, put the cup down, and gently tapped the red button next to it.

  A buzzing sound of the machine was heard, and soon, dark brown and steaming coffee flowed into the cup.

  Ritz held the coffee cup in its two paws and placed it on the small table piled with various biscuits. It greeted Renekton enthusiastically:

  "There is only a coffee machine at home, so you have to make do with it. Bree and I originally planned to invent a juicer, but Grant likes to drink coffee, so we made it into a coffee machine!"

  Renekton looked at the two cats busy with the blueprints, picked up a biscuit and threw it into his mouth. Amid the crisp clicking sound, he asked curiously:

  "Do you call her by her name?"

  "Yes, we are partners."

  "Gren took us in, and in return, we will make some machinery for her to improve her life, and occasionally help her create magical items."

  "But she can't use those things at all. She sold them all for money to buy wine."

  "Some of them are used to buy us potion materials. We owe her a lot of money."

  "We have to work for her for another two hundred years to pay it off."

  Bree and Ritz said to each other, but their hands did not stop moving.

  There are so many complaints that I don't know where to start. Renekton couldn't help but complain in his heart. He then took a sip of the coffee on the table to cover the expression on his face.

  "Well, this coffee is good!"

  "Do you sell your coffee machine?"

  Feeling the taste of the coffee in his mouth, Renekton's eyes lit up. This machine also adds milk and honey to the coffee, and the taste is just right. As expected of a mechanical expert, it makes me want to buy a cat to raise.

  Bri and Ritz looked at each other, and then said in unison:

  "Okay, but we have to wait until we make the robot Blitz."

  "No problem." Renekton nodded gently, then walked to them, took two blank drawings, and spread the paper flat on the ground.

  He has always had the habit of carrying spellcasting materials with him. He casually took out a handful of colored powder from the secret pocket of his brown windbreaker, and after evenly sprinkling the powder on the paper, the powder formed a vivid colorful picture scroll.

  Above is a colorful picture of the robot from different angles. It has a body that looks a bit round. On the left is a fist with a missile launcher, and on the right is a huge claw that is not much smaller than the body. They are connected by a retractable tube, and each has a cockpit.

  Bree and Ritz also came over at this time. The two cats looked at the image of the robot that Renekton reproduced with his memory with a serious face, shaking their heads and nodding, and occasionally looking at each other.

  "This claw is too big. It can't work without a separate power system. And the shape is also very strange. Many places don't conform to dynamics."

  "But the appearance design is good, although it's just a facade."

  "Energy is a big problem. It takes a lot of energy to keep this kind of machine running, but it can't carry too many things."

  "That's right, unless we use extraordinary characteristics as energy, but this will inevitably have a negative impact."

  Listening to Bree and Ritz's discussion, Renekton reached out and rubbed his forehead. Sure enough, once it comes to their own professional field, generalists also have a tendency to preach. No wonder many people in the Steam Church work in universities.

  Sighing in his heart, he lowered his eyes to look at Bree and Ritz who were already discussing fiercely, tapped the small table in front of him with his fingers, and after attracting their attention, Renekton chuckled and said,

  "I have an idea about the energy problem."

  "Do you know the Purification Cannon?"  Chapter 430 Class

  Bree and Ritz looked at each other, nodded and said in unison:

  "I know, it's something from your Knowledge Church."

  "It requires five or more priests of light to pray to the gods for charging, and it can only be used ten times before it needs to be charged again."

  Seeing that they answered so clearly, Renekton nodded slightly without being surprised, then chuckled and said:

  "We can completely use the main material of the priest of light's potion as energy. As long as the characteristics are not lost, there is no need to consider the problem of charging."

  Bree said as he scribbled on the drawings with a feather pen:

  "The priest of light is Sequence Five, and just one piece of material costs four or five thousand pounds. Even if we sell ourselves, we can't afford it."

  Renekton smiled indifferently, and said:

  "If it has the characteristics of the sun or storm path, do you have a way to make it into an energy supply device?"

  "Just like the priest of light charges the purification cannon."

  "It's not a question of whether we can do it or not. To achieve the effect you mentioned, at least the characteristics of a demigod or multiple priests of light are needed."

  Bree's tone was very helpless. This kind of whimsical question was simply embarrassing for the cat.

  Ritz nodded in agreement and said,

  "We are just mechanical experts. What you said requires at least an alchemist or even a mystic scholar to do it."

  Renekton thought about it seriously, and then pondered,

  "I know. After you make Blitz, I can give you some low-sequence characteristics to practice with. If it can be achieved, I will try to get a demigod-level characteristic."

  "Where can you get the demigod-level characteristics?" Ritz subconsciously raised his head and asked back.

  "Of course, the Church of Storms and the Church of the Eternal Sun. The characteristics of these two paths are concentrated in their hands." Renekton

  had just explained it when he saw Bree and Ritz staring at him with wide eyes, then looking at each other, exchanging glances for a while, and then tacitly moving back two steps.

  Glancing at the two cats in silence, Renekton simply lowered his head and ate the cookies on the table, taking a sip of coffee from time to time.

  At about three o'clock in the afternoon, West Balam time, Renekton once again came to the First Technical University of the Pass Valley, and went straight to the classroom where Grant had taken

  a class in the morning. All the students in the morning sat in the classroom, quietly flipping through the books in front of them. Renekton glanced and found that these books were the ones he had delivered in the morning.

  He looked around the classroom and quickly noticed Ethan sitting by the window. He asked curiously,

  "Why are you here too?"

  "As a wizard, I am also curious about this kind of spellcasting system. By the way, I want to see if I can learn one or two useful little spells. I have always tried to develop some spells myself."

  "Okay, respected Mr. Tynes, please start your class now!"

  Ethan responded with a chuckle, and then pointed to the small blackboard behind Renekton and said sincerely.

  Renekton shrugged, not caring whether the other party was here to listen to the class or to help him to hold the stage. He looked around the classroom and saw that everyone looked at him with curiosity and doubt, and seemed to have some expectations.

  The class of angels in the morning and saints in the afternoon, no one would dare to believe it if he told others. With a sigh in his heart, he turned around and wrote his name on the small blackboard behind him, and briefly introduced himself.

  After introducing himself, he started his lecture without waiting for anyone to ask questions:

  "I think you all know the system of the spirit world sorcerer. As its name suggests, this is a system based on the spirit world. The relevant content will be explained to you by the clergy of the Church of Knowledge. I will briefly introduce the spirit world to you." "

  First of all, we can be sure that the spirit world is real. It is composed of various information interwoven and completely overlaps with the real world. It is another world that overlaps completely but does not interfere with each other. Only extraordinary power can break the gap."

  "The spirit world involves the transcendent 'I', the infinite 'I', and the 'I' of the universe."

  "It's difficult to force you to explain this. You can only experience it yourself after you have more contact with it in the future. Perhaps each of you will have your own opinions."

  A big boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old sitting in front of Renekton raised his hand hesitantly. After getting Renekton's signal, he asked in a somewhat unfamiliar Intis language:

  "Mr. Tynes, Ms. Pars talked to us about divination this morning. She also mentioned the spirit world and said that it was the source of our revelation in divination."

  "Um, sorry, I said too much. What I wanted to ask is, as for the spiritual world, the extraordinary people are still in the process of exploration. Isn't there a very clear conclusion?"

  Renekton was a little surprised by the other party's question. After taking a quick look at him, he chuckled and said,

  "In the extraordinary world, knowledge is not as circulated as you think. In the extraordinary field, knowledge itself has power, which also leads to limitations in the dissemination of knowledge."

  "Moreover, knowledge is never something that can be obtained for free. Just like you are now, you have obtained knowledge, but you must also assume corresponding obligations."

  "Hehe, you have gone too far. Let's get back to your question just now. There must be a clear conclusion about the spiritual world. After all, among the existing great beings, including secret beings, there is one who is the ruler of the spiritual world."

  "The ruler of the spiritual world? There is such a great being? Why have I never heard of Him?"

  Ethan frowned and looked at Renekton. He was originally a little worried that the other party would promote the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and try to win over these people's faith. Unexpectedly, the other party directed the topic to an unknown secret existence. Is this guy sure he is not an undercover sent by a cult follower to infiltrate the Church of Knowledge?

  "You will know in the not too distant future. He does not have many followers, and he is not preaching widely at the moment."     Renekton gave Ethan a reassuring look, and then continued:

  "The system that draws power from the spirit world cannot avoid Him. You will inevitably come into contact with Him and the organizations that believe in Him in the future."

  As soon as the voice fell, a young man who looked to be about 23 or 24 years old immediately raised his hand and asked:

  "Will this bring danger? Ms. Pars mentioned to us when she was talking about magic mirror divination this morning that it is a very dangerous thing to establish contact with unknown secret existences."

  Renekton chuckled and said:

  "Generally speaking, no, even when you encounter some troubles, you can still try to seek help from Him. Follow the principle of equal exchange. You only need to pay a reward. This can be gold pounds, or some knowledge, or some magical items, as long as it is equivalent to the help you get."

  "Of course, if someone commits blasphemous acts, they will definitely be punished by God."

  "Mr. Tynes, can we know who He is?"

  The boy who asked Renekton the question at the beginning couldn't help his curiosity and asked again.

  Is this guy really a believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom? Proclaiming a secret existence so openly feels more positive than promoting the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Ethan leaned against the wall, narrowed his eyes and looked at Renekton. Thinking of what Ms. Grant said in the morning, he was the favored one of "knowledge", and he had some doubts in his heart.

  Renekton paused for two seconds, and seeing that Ethan had no intention of stopping him, he answered the question just now:

  "He calls himself 'The Fool', is the great ruler of the spirit world, the yellow and black king who controls good luck, and the beacon of every living being's pursuit of eternity. He resides above the reality and the spirit world, and currently has six angels serving by his side."

  After introducing "The Fool", the students in the classroom, including Ethan, fell into deep thought.

  Renekton looked around and sighed in his heart. I remember that my original plan was to add anchors for myself, but how did it become a name for Klein?

  "The Fool. Mr. Prak once mentioned this secret existence to me. He said that the people of the Aurora Society had been looking for his followers and believers in Backlund."

  Ethan whispered to himself, and then turned his head to look at Renekton as if to verify.

  Renekton nodded slightly, confirming the other party's guess:

  "Yes, there are his followers in Backlund."

  Miss "Justice" and Miss "Magician", as well as Mr. "Moon" and the future Mr. "Star" are all in Backlund. Every member of the Tarot Club can be considered a follower of Klein, including himself.

  After a slight pause, he tapped the small blackboard behind him twice with his fingers, making a tapping sound.

  After the students' attention returned to him, he continued:

  "Let's continue with our previous topic. I will introduce you to several spiritual creatures that are relatively safe and have very practical properties."

  The interest of the students in the classroom was immediately aroused, and even Ethan straightened his posture slightly, looking like he was listening.

  Without pausing, Renekton spoke:

  "The first kind of spiritual creature is called white paper. They are a very weak spiritual creature, and their appearance is a nearly transparent, fuzzy bubble."

  "In addition to the fact that it is a spiritual creature that is difficult for ordinary people to see, it has only one characteristic, which is that it can withstand certain extraordinary abilities of the contractor, but it cannot be too strong or too complicated."

  "The spell is weak, but it does not mean it is impractical. This is just right for the spiritual sorcerers who are just starting out."

  As soon as Renekton finished speaking, there were whispers of admiration and some discussions in the classroom:

  "How magical!"

  "There are such spiritual creatures, which are really like white paper for recording information!"

  "I really want to summon one of these 'white paper' right now."

  After letting the students discuss for a while, Renekton tapped the small blackboard behind him again. When the surroundings quieted down, he began to introduce the second kind of spiritual creature today:

  "The second kind of spiritual creature is called the Rabbit of Knowledge. It is also a relatively weak spiritual creature. They are more friendly to humans, have a natural desire for knowledge, and rarely refuse to be summoned."

  "At the same time, they also have a lot of knowledge, can speak and write, and are proficient in multiple languages. They can quickly extract the key points from a large amount of knowledge. They generally will not refuse requests for knowledge as a reward. The textbooks in your hands are what I asked them to copy."

  "Their summoning spell is: spirits wandering in the void, friendly creatures that can communicate, and rabbit-shaped spirits favored by knowledge."

  The students looked at each other for a while, and they suddenly felt that they were not as good as a rabbit.

  The boy closest to Renekton murmured in a low voice:

  "In other words, if I ask the Rabbit of Knowledge to help me extract the key points in the textbook, and the reward is the knowledge in the textbook, as the knowledge has been mastered, it will not agree to my request?"

  A very thoughtful young man, suitable to be a secret peeper, the hidden sage is happy to instill knowledge in you. Renekton sighed in his heart after hearing the other party's mumbling.