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  Chapter 461 Gift of Nature

  "Heh, today's harvest is pretty good!"

  After a pause, Amon said a forced translation in ancient Fusac:

  "There seems to be a special phrase to describe this kind of thing, called 'Gift of Nature'."

  "That guy is really interesting, but it's a pity that the Dragon of Betrayal is watching too closely, so my clone can't often appear beside him."

  Amon's expression curled the corners of his lips, revealing a strange smile, as if he remembered something interesting.

  He stood up lazily, waved his hand gently, and then took out a palm-sized ring made of mercury like a magic trick, engraved with strange mysterious symbols that symbolize fate and destiny.

  ". Established fate, destiny, ring It seems that someone wants to join the cat and mouse game of Orochi and others."

  "The Seven Gods are a bit useless. The barrier left by the original is still there, and they can't stop those guys in the starry sky from infiltrating power into this world."

  While speaking, Amon raised his hand and pinched the monocle at the position of his right eye, and the mercury ring in his right hand suddenly disappeared.

  Then he turned his eyes to the frog corpse at his feet. The time around him seemed to be accelerated several times. In a breath, the gray-white light spots that were still slowly rotating and converging were all integrated into the frog corpse.

  As the last bit of white light disappeared, the frog corpse finally revealed its current appearance:

  a dark green frog puppet with strange and twisted tree-like patterns painted all over its body. Its mouth was tightly sewn together by iron wires shining with silver-white metallic luster. Both hands were pressed tightly on the exaggerated big eyes, as if it was afraid of something and dared not open its eyes to see.

  Amon raised his eyebrows slightly, then bent down and picked up the puppet on the ground.

  He casually looked at the frog puppet in his hand for a while, pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed out loud:

  "Interesting thing, very suitable for the game called 123 Wooden Man."

  While speaking, his figure was distorted and blurred for a moment, and when it became clear again, it had turned into a black crow flapping its wings and flying towards the window, with a signature white eye circle at the position of its right eye.

  As the crow left, the light in the room suddenly became brighter, as if a lot of dust in the air had disappeared. The crimson moonlight shone into the room through the glassless windows, covering everything in the room with a layer of crimson gauze.

  In the center of the Pas River Valley, on the dead silent river surface, heavy shadows surged like water, rolling the headless knight, who was left with only rusty armor, to the river bank.

  Dots of crimson, green, brass, and pale light fell off the headless knight's armor like layers of rust, and gathered into balls of light on the surrounding ground.

  The next moment, a light that was invisible to the naked eye, formed by the gathering of a vast amount of knowledge, suddenly emerged, quickly gathered around, and reunited Bernadette's figure.

  Bernadette glanced at the headless knight and the light balls condensed by the extraordinary characteristics scattered around him, and then retracted her gaze and looked forward.

  Pieces of brilliant starlight poured out from the depths of the spirit world, gathering around and forming a series of dark blue gates covered with many mysterious symbols. A

  dark blue light flashed, and Renekton and Prak appeared here.

  "Long time no see, Ms. Bernadette!"

  "Thank you very much for your help just now."

  Renekton smiled and nodded to Bernadette, thanking her for her help just now.

  "The mysterious queen on the sea? Have you been promoted to an angel? What happened tonight will definitely attract the attention of major churches. The news of your promotion to an angel may spread throughout the five seas tomorrow."

  Prak looked at Bernadette with some surprise. He had never thought that the lady who had just made a move was actually the mysterious queen on the sea, and the other party had obviously been promoted to an angel, becoming a true existence at the top of this world.

  "It doesn't have any impact. The news of my promotion can't be concealed for long."

  Bernadette responded in a low voice, then turned her head to look at Renekton, her eyes were slightly focused, and her voice was unusually calm:

  "I received the letter, and the 'Witch' card."

  She deliberately emphasized the word "Witch" and stared at Renekton without blinking, as if trying to figure out whether he deliberately gave her this blasphemous card.

  The only Wheel of Fortune card she had was the only one without a human figure among the twenty-two blasphemous cards. Before this, she didn't know that the face of each blasphemous card was an image of her father in different costumes. Seeing Emperor Roselle on the Witch card rashly made her feel a little complicated.

  After a pause, she continued to speak:

  "Originally, I didn't plan to come here, but not long ago I received some kind of revelation and gained a prophecy."

  "I'm curious why the Hidden Sage would take the initiative to influence the Beyonders of this path. Except when knowledge is chasing people, He usually has little presence."     "Did you gain anything?" Renekton tried to control his expression as much as possible, and asked calmly and curiously.

  Bernadette looked at Renekton calmly, then looked away, looking at the red moon hanging high in the sky, and said leisurely:

  "Yes, and no."

  "Since becoming an angel, I have always been able to feel the changes in the Hidden Sage, the kind of secret, subtle changes. When I understood this change, I got more doubts."

  She paused for a moment, and then continued:

  "I just noticed some movements in the astral world through some subtle changes. The Seven Gods are far from being as united as the major churches show. Of course, they are not so hostile to each other. They are forbearing and restrained, and they are like a delicate chess game with each other, maintaining a clever and fragile balance."

  "What happened tonight should have a lot to do with you, right? But the subsequent developments obviously exceeded your expectations, especially those things that rushed out of the mutated 'Gate of Summoning' in the end."

  "What do you know about it?"

  Bernadette raised her left hand slightly while speaking. A transparent amber with sparkling spots was quietly suspended in her palm. In the center of the amber, there was a gray-black mist flowing continuously. It was like order, but also like a shadow, which was difficult to describe.

  Uncertain Mist? After seeing the object in Bernadette's palm, a name popped up in Renekton's mind uncontrollably.

  "It gives me the feeling of a djinn. With the knowledge you have shown, you should know something about the wishing genie, even if this knowledge is considered secret."

  "Perhaps this is the privilege of those who are favored by 'knowledge'."

  Bernadette muttered to herself as if she had some sigh, but her eyes did not stay on Renekton, as if she did not care about his reaction. She already had her own guess about this.

  After a short silence, Renekton raised his lips and prepared to answer Bernadette's question. Before he opened his mouth, he heard Bernadette suddenly change the subject:

  "You gave me that witch card on purpose, right? For what? Is it related to the original witch? Or is it just... um... bad taste?"

  "My father used to have this habit, before he became a stranger."

  "You have a lot in common. Is this some kind of common secret of him, or you?"

  "." Renekton swallowed the words he wanted to say back into his mouth, and didn't know what expression to use to face Bernadette's question.

  I always feel that she has investigated a lot of things during this period. I thought she would be eager to find the original island where Roselle's last mausoleum was located.

  Bernadette withdrew her gaze from the distance, and looked at Renekton with a playful and inquiring look, saying:

  "You seem to be more looking forward to me finding the answers to these questions myself, or waiting for me to ask him in person when the time is right?"

  "It would be more appropriate for him to tell you these things in person. Although I don't mind telling you these, if I really do this, your old father will probably crawl out of his grave in anger and beat me up!"

  Renekton responded with a joking tone, and then he turned his eyes to the gray-black mist sealed in transparent amber in Bernadette's hand.

  "Heh" Feeling Renekton's gaze, Bernadette chuckled, and in the air around her, cold and indifferent eyes condensed by starlight emerged. They were large or small, densely packed, forming a brilliant and strange sea of ​​stars.

  The deep red moonlight instantly dimmed, and the slightly blowing cold wind also disappeared. The dark and deep mist filled the surroundings, like a frozen picture, appearing unusually quiet and tranquil.

  Renekton looked around with a serious look, and found that all the connections between this space and the astral world, the spiritual world, and even the reality were cut off.

  This level of secrets, she should have analyzed the extraordinary ability of the high sequence of the Night Path

  . With a sigh in his heart, he turned his head to look at the thing in Bernadette's hand, and said in a serious tone: "It comes from the starry sky, it should belong to the power of the uncertain fog, that is, the remaining part of the lamp god."

  "The streams of light rushing out of the summoning gate should all be the power of the gods outside the starry sky that are released into this world. They are different from the existing twenty-two paths of God, and should be easy to identify."

  "My intuition tells me that they have not been completely intercepted. If possible, please help me pay attention to unusual powers and events in the future. If you let these guys mess around, the doomsday may come early because of this."

  "Okay." Bernadette nodded lightly in response.

  The bright and indifferent eyes around her suddenly shrank back, the originally dim crimson moonlight became clear again, and the stagnant cold wind blew again.

  "Have you finished talking?" Prak asked with a chuckle as he looked at Renekton and Bernadette who had reappeared, not minding at all that he had been isolated.

  Renekton tilted his head to Prak and nodded slightly, then looked at Bernadette, only to see that her eyes had become extremely deep and blank, clearly out of focus.

  Prophecy? An active prophecy? Or did she feel something?

  As his thoughts drifted, he heard Bernadette's calm voice:

  "Change will begin from here, light and shadow will cover the northern and southern continents, this is a change of the times, a history that will be engraved in the future!"  Chapter 462 Mr. Huang's message

  "What does this mean?"

  Renekton frowned slightly and looked at Bernadette, whose eyes had become clear again.

  Bernadette shook her head slowly and said calmly:

  "I can't interpret too much of the future I saw through what happened tonight."

  "I can only vaguely foresee that a certain possibility in the future has been fixed, just like a ship anchored on the sea, with a heavy anchor buried deep in the mud on the seabed, fixing it. In the countless tributaries of the long river of destiny heading towards the future, there is a certain force that connects history in series to form a heavy and stable anchor, which firmly fixes a certain possibility in the future."

  "This change is not enough to make the future directly move towards a fixed result, but it also converges the future to a certain extent. No matter how the future of this world develops, the fixed things are bound to happen."

  "If the future is likened to a turbulent ocean, then the possibility of being fixed is a ship that has dropped anchor. No matter how the waves rise and fall, it will always be anchored there."

  "I'm not sure if this is a certain manifestation of reality by the long river of destiny, or if there is some unknown, powerful force acting directly on the long river of destiny. After all, the wheel of fortune has not yet appeared."

  A certain possibility that is anchored? It sounds a bit like the ring of fate, but the barrier left by the original is still there. It is impossible for Him to have such an impact on this world. Is it the wave of the times driven by Amon's brother? Or the Key of Light?

  "It seems that you have some guesses?" Bernadette's voice interrupted Renekton's meditation.

  "Ah, it's just a little touch. Compared with the future, I still think that the present is more important."

  The sudden interruption made Renekton stunned for a moment, and then he chuckled and responded.

  "Is the present more important?"

  Bernadette nodded lightly without comment. Her figure collapsed in the next moment, turning into a hazy light composed of complex knowledge, invisible to the naked eye, and surging away from here.

  There was a cold wind at night that blew the trees around that were purified but still retained their strange shapes, making a rustling sound.

  Prak took two steps forward to Renekton's side, looked at the place where the mysterious queen disappeared, and said with a sigh:

  "I originally thought that the most likely person to be promoted to an angel on the sea would be the 'King of the Five Seas'. He has established his own rules on the sea and is not far from Sequence Two."

  "Duke of Entropy? Indeed, his ritual has been basically completed. He is probably stuck on the potion. After all, the main material of the angel-level potion itself is a mythical creature, which is not so easy to hunt."

  Renekton nodded lightly and sighed, then turned his eyes to the river in front of him. The dead river surface did not ripple under the cold wind.

  His eyes sank, and he sighed in his heart, and then said:

  "This river is dead. I wonder if the Church of the Earth can solve this problem."

  As soon as the voice fell, a breeze with a little warmth suddenly blew around. It was different from the cold wind in winter, more like the spring breeze from the warm sunshine, with the smell of grass and soil, like a mother's warm palm, gently caressing the land.

  The rich vitality condensed the water vapor in the air into raindrops, dripping on the streets, the jungle, and the dead river surface, bringing the power to soothe people.

  Ripples appeared on the dead river surface, breaking the deep red moon reflected in the water, and a little bit of vitality emerged in the river.

  "This is... a miracle!"

  Prak looked at everything happening around him with astonishment. The only one who could achieve this level of life revival was the Earth Mother Goddess who had mastered the power of life among the Seven Gods.

  Renekton also watched everything happening around him. The Eye of Prying Secrets allowed him to see more. Even if he did not take the initiative to spy, he could feel the gentle gaze falling on him.

  When everything returned to calm and the gazes on him disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Prak beside him and said:

  "I thought that we should at least wait until the Earth Church holds a grand ceremony before that person will respond. After all, showing a miracle at this time can easily improve the attitude of the people here towards the belief in the Earth Church."

  "Maybe this is just to show their attitude. As long as the Earth Church does not interfere in the internal disputes of the Southern Continent, both Mesanyes and I are happy to see them preaching here."

  Prak looked at the scene around him that had regained some vitality, and his expression rarely relaxed.

  It will be difficult for the vitality of this area to recover to its previous state in a short period of time. The help of the Church

  of the Earth is very necessary. Prak sighed in his heart, then turned and walked into the spirit world. Before his figure became completely transparent and disappeared, he murmured in a low voice: "I'm going to find Mesanyes. We need to deal with the aftermath here. Maybe we don't have to wait until tomorrow. The news that all the colonial forces in the Pas River Valley have been expelled will spread throughout the northern and southern continents."

  After a moment of silence, Renekton looked at the red moon above his head. His figure became transparent, like a statue made of countless starlight, and then turned into bright starlight and swarmed into the spirit world.

  In the library deep in the spirit world, bright starlight poured out from every corner and quickly gathered together, reuniting Renekton's figure in the starlight.

  As soon as the figure solidified, a very abstract and distorted oil painting of the starry sky was thrown in front of him. Renekton subconsciously reached out to take it. His eyes stayed on the painting for a long time, and the deep blue light in his eyes flowed quietly, giving people an extremely sacred and wise feeling.

  After observing for a moment, he rolled up the painting in his hand and placed it on the table to the right of Mr. Huang, while carefully observing the other party's state.

  There seemed to be a little silver flowing in Mr. Huang's eyes, which seemed extremely cold and sacred. He was sitting in front of him, but gave people a very distant and unreal feeling.

  There seemed to be some subtle changes in Mr. Huang, which was completely different from the feeling he gave me usually. After considering for a moment, he spoke softly:     ".There is a unique and incomplete world in this painting. Is it also something that rushed out of the Summoning Gate?"

  Mr. Huang nodded slowly and said in a calm voice:

  "Yes, you should be able to feel some instinctive attraction from this painting. From the information I have learned, it has many similarities with the Demon of Knowledge and the several paths contained in the Creator, and has the authority to devour and accommodate each other."

  "At the same time, it is similar to some of the authorities of the Demon of Knowledge and the Creator? They are completely different systems. Will this cross-system devouring of authority really not cause itself to lose control directly?"

  Renekton asked in some surprise.

  Mr. Huang, who was sitting leisurely on a high-back chair, stretched out his hand and passed it over the rolled-up oil painting. He spoke with a deep gaze that could not be clearly seen:

  "The so-called loss of control is essentially the spiritual imprint contained in the Beyonder characteristics and the oppression of one's own rationality by the madness of primitive instincts."

  "Those beings in the starry sky are not the same as us. They are mythical creatures that are completely dominated by divinity. It is their instinct to gather similar powers and characteristics. You can understand that their essence is madness. It doesn't make any difference to them if they are a little crazier or a little crazier."

  "On the basis of the powers they possess, accommodating source substances and high-level characteristics that are close to themselves will not cause them to split directly due to conflicts between characteristics. As long as it is within a certain limit, they can still maintain their own selves and prevent the original from awakening from their bodies."

  Renekton nodded thoughtfully. He probably understood why those old days whose essence and characteristics were not torn apart by the awakening of the original creator would gather around the earth. The earth, which aggregates most of the characteristics in the universe, is a delicious cake to them, and everyone wants to take a bite.

  After a brief moment of contemplation, he pointed at the very abstract and distorted oil painting and said, "Which Old One did it come from?"

  "He has many names in the starry sky. The most appropriate and representative name should be 'The High-Dimensional Observer'. There are also some names that can represent some of His characteristics, such as 'The First Philosophy' and 'The Supreme Mystery'."

  "'The High-Dimensional Observer' should be able to observe the world of fate, time, space, the astral world, the spiritual world, the material world, the spiritual world and all other dimensions. Perhaps it is this concept of the multidimensionality of the world that gave Him the title of 'First Philosophy'." "

  Compared with Him, the demon of knowledge who is also good at observing the world and has mastered endless mysteries is more like knowledge itself, which is also in line with the idea of ​​the Moss Ascetic Order that everything is a number."

  "From this painting, it can be seen that He also has the ability to turn ordinary scrolls into the real world, or in other words, the ability to interact with different dimensions."

  Mr. Huang was like a professor who concentrated on explaining knowledge to his students. He carefully considered his words and tried to make his description as simple and easy to understand as possible.

  No wonder every reader is a good teacher. With a silent sigh in his heart, Renekton quickly gathered his thoughts, pondered and said:

  "Philosophy? Mystery? Not quite what I imagined."

  "Is it for the authority of the 'Creator' and 'knowledge'?"

  Mr. Huang nodded slightly and said, "It is likely to be the case. Of course, it is not ruled out that He has reservations and hides something."

  "The identities of prey and hunter may be reversed at any time. He can accommodate the authority of the 'Creator' and 'knowledge'. Similarly, the Demon of Knowledge and the Creator can also accommodate some of His authority."

  While speaking, Mr. Huang raised his hand and handed the distorted starry sky oil painting to Renekton and said:

  "You keep this painting. I have done some processing on it. Just use it as bait for fishing."

  Without waiting for Renekton to answer, the oil painting had been handed to Renekton, and the surrounding scene changed in an instant, like fading paint, quickly becoming illusory and transparent.

  In a moment, the library that was originally located deep in the spirit world completely disappeared, and Renekton returned to the river bank. He looked around in astonishment, then looked down at the painting in his hand.

  "Is this how the dimension is used? The ability of the occult mentor is really nostalgic."

  He sighed in a low voice, and his figure instantly became transparent, turning into bright starlight that surged into the spirit world and rushed into the distance.

  Deep in the spirit world, the bright starlight was like a vast galaxy, surging towards a purpose. Following his spiritual intuition, he found Bugs Bunny's location with almost no effort.

  Pieces of starlight flashed and left the spirit world, and Renekton's figure condensed again beside Bugs Bunny.

  Bugs Bunny, who was lying quietly on the sofa in the hotel, was suddenly touched. He jumped up from the sofa and looked at Renekton who had already revealed his figure. He was surprised and said:

  "Hmm, boss!"

  Renekton looked at Bugs Bunny from head to toe. Except for the fact that his spirituality was somewhat exhausted, he did not find any wounds on him. His smooth and natural spirituality, as if integrated with himself, showed that he had digested the potion of the Harvest Priest.

  What did he encounter? Before he went out, he had hardly digested the potion. Renekton frowned slightly and stared at Bugs Bunny closely. There was a deep blue and purple glow flowing in his eyes, as if he could see through everything. He seemed extremely sacred, but also quite indifferent and without warmth.

  The gaze of the Secret Eye made Bugs Bunny feel as if he was being stripped off bit by bit, and even every hair on his body was being pulled apart. He shrank his body uncomfortably and shrunk himself to the corner of the sofa.  Chapter 463 Magical Items

  Bugs Bunny felt a little scared when he was stared at. He moved his body uncomfortably and murmured with his head down, "Boss, what's wrong?" After

  carefully examining Bugs Bunny for a long time and confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, Renekton slowly withdrew his gaze and said thoughtfully,

  "What did you encounter tonight?"

  Bugs Bunny felt that the gaze that seemed to peel him apart bit by bit had disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand to straighten the black hat on his head and said,

  "We caught a lot of cultists with the two cats, and hunted many mutated monsters. Well, we gained a lot of materials and characteristics, but they still need some processing, so we'll leave them with the cats first."

  "Also, my cane has mutated after being fused with something strange, and has become a dark brown baton. The lady named Glen has sealed it to a certain extent, and it can be used now, but its extraordinary ability has completely changed, and it no longer has the ability to stimulate plant growth."

  While speaking, Bugs Bunny pointed to the small round table by the window. Renekton looked sideways and saw that there was indeed a dark brown baton there. Its spirituality was very restrained, and he could not see anything strange just by looking at it from the air.

  He gently poked his fingers twice, summoned an invisible hand, and grabbed the baton on the table into his own hand.

  After infusing some spirituality into the baton, a circle of faint silver-white symbols lit up on the dark brown baton. Renekton only felt that his vision was dazed for a moment, and then a huge network formed by the intersection of countless silver-white rivers appeared in front of him, as if it was a manifestation of fate.

  "Fate?" He murmured in a low voice, and Renekton used the ability of the Eye of Secrets to do a simple divination on this mutated cane.

  Soon, the information of this dark brown baton emerged in his mind:

  the person holding it will have the ability to perceive the changes in fate. By consuming a certain amount of spirituality, he can directly see or hear the revelation of fate. This is no different from the divination of "fortune tellers", except that no medium is needed.

  Through a lot of preparation and enough time to play, the fate within a certain range can change. The more fully prepared and the more devoted the performance, the better the effect. Similarly, the more people who listen to the performance resonate with the music, the greater the impact.

  Every interference with fate will change the user's own fate, which may be good or bad. With the accumulation of such changes, the user will eventually lose himself and become a puppet of fate.

  At the same time, the person holding this baton will have a desire to perform, and will be unable to restrain himself anytime and anywhere to show himself, attract the audience's attention, and become the focus of the stage.

  The characteristics that originally belonged to biologists have been completely suppressed and have not been reflected at all. It seems that the power level of this destiny path is higher.

  However, it is a bit pitfall that every use will change one's own fate. I wonder if this change can be reset by the probability dice? If it can, then it is a magical item with basically no negative effects.

  As his thoughts turned, Renekton put the baton aside, his eyes fell on Bugs Bunny again and asked in a low voice:

  "Have you used it? What about the probability dice?"

  Bugs Bunny shook his head and quickly explained:

  "No, Grant said it's best not to use it, otherwise you may become a devout believer of the goddess of fate little by little under the push of fate."

  Then he took the probability dice out of his pocket and carefully placed it on the sofa in front of him, as if he was worried that his movements would make it turn.

  Four points up? Bugs Bunny's luck has worsened? Or has something happened that I don't know about?

  After a little hesitation, Renekton picked up the milky white probability dice, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, then laughed and muttered to himself:

  "Can you reset the changes in fate brought about by the baton?"

  After that, he threw the probability dice in his hand out.

  Snap! The milky white dice jumped on the floor a few times, then slowly stopped shaking, and it was still four points up!

  It seems that there is no problem. As the uniqueness of the Wheel of Fortune, the probability dice can easily suppress the things of the destiny path that are lower in rank than it.

  After picking up the probability dice from the floor and putting it into a small iron box filled with notes, Renekton pulled Bugs Bunny aside and lay down on the single sofa. While rubbing its soft ears, he asked:

  "How did the magic potion in your body digest?"

  "Well, I'm not sure. Since the moon became very bright, the magic potion in my body has gradually shown some signs of digestion."

  "Probably when those plants mutated wildly, grew mouths and started to speak, the magic potion in my body also digested quickly, as if all the plants I planted before had a good harvest."

  Bugs Bunny stretched out his hand to scratch his head, and said with some confusion how he felt at the time.

  Renekton frowned slightly, thinking for a moment, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind. He pulled Bugs Bunny over and asked in surprise:

  "Where have you planted plants around here before?"

  "Only in Mr. Prak's estate. Well, I also asked the crows to throw some unwanted seeds for me."

  After throwing some unwanted seeds, Renekton paused while stroking its fur. His inspiration was touched, and then he made a prediction according to his intuition.

  As his eyes flashed, his eyes became extremely deep, like the sea before a storm. In this case, he could peek into the secrets of fate.

  A series of extremely blurry pictures flashed through his mind: a black crow casually threw seeds around the river, and some of the seeds took root and sprouted on the spot; under the crimson moonlight, all the plants began to grow wildly; the twisted and weird plants quickly withered and died, and then were purified under the golden rain of light.

  The picture in Renekton's mind stopped abruptly, and he looked at Bugs Bunny lying on his legs in shock. He didn't know where to start complaining. He just happened to get involved in the ceremony of the original moon-loving one. What outrageous luck!     After hesitating for a moment, he spoke in a deep voice:

  "No problem. The characteristics of the cane I originally prepared for you are no longer usable. You can use your own gains to exchange with the Earth Church later. It's just a sequence six characteristic. The church's resources will not be too tight."

  "Okay." Bugs Bunny nodded, yawned on Renekton's legs, and then simply closed his eyes to rest.

  Sitting on the single sofa, Renekton raised his hand and summoned an invisible servant. He took the distorted starry sky oil painting and the fist-sized crystal ball from it.

  Under the support of the invisible hand, the two items quietly floated beside Renekton. He supported his head with his right hand and recalled the conversation with Mr. Huang in the library deep in the spirit world. The more he thought, the deeper his brows frowned.

  Was it Mr. Huang himself who talked to me at that time, or the God of Knowledge and Wisdom? Uh. That's not right. They are most likely one person. I can only say that they are talking to me in some capacity. Probably the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. It's just that appearing in the image of Mr. Huang won't put too much pressure on me.

  Hunter and prey. He wants to expand his authority. When all five paths of omniscience and omnipotence are occupied, expanding to similar authority is the best way to enhance his own strength. Ordinary Sequence 0 is definitely not the opponent of the past, so He needs the appearance of the Demon of Knowledge. Having a common enemy is the most suitable ally.

  The God of Knowledge and Wisdom seems to have bet on me from the beginning. What does He know? Why does He think I am the one who is most likely to become the Demon of Knowledge? The real creator may know something.

  As the thought turned, the fist-sized crystal ball floating on the side flashed a blurry starlight, and the surrounding gravity and electromagnetic synchronously disturbed, and a half-true and half-false deep illusion suddenly unfolded around.

  The brilliant galaxy slowly emerged around, with faint traces of civilization on it

  !

  A long, indescribable sound echoed around, and the bright galaxy began to twist and shake, forming an abstract oil painting. The picture continued to collapse, falling from three dimensions to two dimensions.

  The illusion that had not yet fully emerged around it instantly turned into a thin, thin piece of paper, and finally gathered into a scroll.

  Renekton looked at the unfolded, very distorted and abstract oil painting. The dark starry sky on it seemed deeper and more real.

  No wonder this painting was given to me. Not only was it used as bait, it could also well restrain the negative effects of the crystal ball from time to time.

  It was not easy to put in a little power, but it didn't work because of the mutual influence. I wonder if these two in the starry sky will be so angry that they will pinch each other.

  After a while of thinking, Renekton refocused his attention on the two magical items. With the help of the Eye of Secrets and the ability of prophecy, he almost didn't spend any effort to figure out the effects of the two items.

  The distorted starry sky painting will enhance the holder's inspiration, see things that are usually invisible, and have the ability to communicate with the things in the painting.

  There is a nearly completely real world with strange pollution in the painting. It can overlap the space within a certain range with the world in the painting, creating an area with strange effects, and can also transfer some attacks or things to the world in the painting.

  Any traces left on the painting will be materialized in the world in the painting, and the corresponding influence can also be applied to the real world through spatial overlap.

  The fist-sized transparent crystal has the ability to manipulate gravity, which can easily set off huge waves that destroy towns, and even crush a hill with huge gravity.

  The person holding the crystal ball has a certain degree of deepening of his understanding of space and dimension, and can find secret channels hidden in the void, lock and correct the channels between the stars, and use some strange spells related to the stars, including "gravity disorder", "weak rays", "electromagnetic attraction" and "empty starry sky".

  As long as you hold this crystal ball, you will establish a wonderful and unique connection with the starry sky, hear the whispers of the stars, see the colors of the stars, and are very susceptible to contamination.

  This crystal ball will periodically construct a half-true and half-false starry sky illusion, which is extremely dangerous. The figure of a great being will appear in it, and even establish a connection with the other party.

  The cycle of the starry sky illusion outbreak is related to the movement of the stars. It cannot be predicted directly. It can only be predicted by astrology or predictions of fate.

  What is the difference between a law that cannot be predicted directly and no law? This crystal ball is really a pit, and as long as you hold it, you will establish a connection with the starry sky, leaving no way out. Is this the difference between sealing and not sealing?

  Renekton's eyes wandered between the oil painting and the crystal ball, and he sighed helplessly in his heart.

  He reached out and pulled Bugs Bunny, who had fallen asleep on his legs, aside, and then found the ritual materials in the hotel room. He planned to use ritual magic to borrow the power of the hidden sage to seal the crystal ball to a certain extent.

  After quickly setting up the ceremony, he stepped back and whispered in ancient Hermetic language:

  "The sage who sees into the world, the eyes that pry into the truth, the incarnation of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers."

  "Your faithful believer prays to you."

  As the prayer spell was finished, an invisible force emerged from an unknown place, and the herbs and star crystals placed around in a certain order instantly shattered, turning into dots of light that gathered on the crystal ball in the center of the ceremony.

  It lasted for less than ten seconds, and all the light dissipated. The originally clear and transparent crystal ball was stained with a layer of haziness, and there was no longer a starlight that occasionally passed through the crystal ball.

  Renekton curled his lips, his eyes wandered between the oil painting and the hazy crystal ball for a while, and then he chuckled and said:

  "Huh~ The seal is complete. As long as the relevant extraordinary ability is not used, it will not actively connect with the starry sky. Only when it is used on a starry night will it burst into the starry sky illusion just now." "

  Why not just call it 'Van Gogh's Starry Sky' and 'Out of Control Crystal Ball'."  Chapter 464 Two Weeks Later

  The sound of bells rang out on the streets where pedestrians were not sparse. Johnson rode a very peculiar bicycle through the crowd, attracting the attention of everyone around him.

  He had a faint smile on his lips, and his dark golden hair was neatly flipped to both sides and swayed slightly in the wind. He seemed to enjoy the attention.

  In front of the bicycle was a basket made of wire, and a small blanket was spread inside the basket. Bugs Bunny wrapped himself in the blanket with a leisurely look on his face, enjoying the breeze brought by the fast-moving bicycle, and shouted unceremoniously:

  "Hurry up, hurry up, you can't ride faster than those kids in school!"

  "Shut up! There are so many people on the street. If I accidentally bump into someone or throw you out, I won't be responsible."

  Johnson snorted with some dissatisfaction, and stepped on the pedals a little faster.

  Ding-ling-ling~ Ding-ling-ling~

  While pressing the bell on the handrail, Jorson adjusted the direction of the bicycle in a panic.

  "Uh-oh. Faster, faster~"

  "So comfortable!"

  Bugs Bunny leaned in the basket hanging in front of the bicycle, shouting excitedly and jumping in the basket.

  Jorson loosened his left hand that was tightly holding the handrail and patted Bugs Bunny's head to remind him:

  "Fat bunny, you should be more cautious, or the bicycle will be overturned by you. This is a prototype. Before the machine factory is ready, only the two craftsman cats can make it manually!"

  "Humph! With my relationship with the cats, I can make a new bicycle quickly as long as I tell them."

  Bugs Bunny raised his head slightly and said proudly.

  Sitting in the back seat, Jorson couldn't see Bugs Bunny's expression, but he could sense his current expression from his tone. He curled his lips slightly and said,

  "Why don't you ask them to build you a rabbit-style bicycle?"

  "I still have to ride it myself, which is not as comfortable as sitting in a basket!"

  Bugs Bunny turned his head and looked at Jorson with disdain while speaking.

  One man and one rabbit rode their bicycles noisily through the streets of Impas. The vagrants that were once seen everywhere were gone, replaced by workers wearing uniform clothes in groups of two or three. Their expressions were no longer numb, and their faces had more expectations for the future.

  Since Mesanyes took over the Impas Valley area, the city has been changing at a speed visible to the naked eye almost every day. Only two weeks have passed, and the traces of the previous melee have completely disappeared, and even the roadside trees with too twisted shapes have been cut down and replaced.

  Bugs Bunny seemed to have muttered enough, and it was rare for it to be quiet. It carefully looked at the pedestrians and shops on the surrounding streets. After observing for a long time, it suddenly sighed and said:

  "The changes here are really big recently! I kind of understand what the boss means by 'civilization'!"

  "As a native of the southern continent, Mesanyes can easily gain the support of the people here. In addition, the various forces are still in the honeymoon period of cooperation. As long as there is no strong external influence, the Pas River Valley will usher in a period of rapid development and even become the economic center of the southern continent!"

  Johnson looked at Bugs Bunny lazily sitting in the basket in surprise. For a moment, he wondered if the rabbit was possessed by some cultured ghost.

  His lake green eyes sank, and while there were no pedestrians in front of him, he held the handrail of the bicycle with one hand and gently grasped Bugs Bunny with the other hand.

  Then, he subconsciously said what came to his mind:

  "Although the boss's words are a little incomprehensible to the rabbit, it is still easy to fool this stupid thief!"

  Bugs Bunny's floppy ears trembled twice, as if there was illusory steam coming out of it, and Johnson felt that his gray hair seemed to be suffocated red.

  "Hehe, as a rabbit, you just chew carrots, this kind of political issue is not what you should think about."

  Johnson joked with Bugs Bunny, and then said seriously:

  "Also, I am not a thief in your mouth, but a thief and a fraudster. My dream is to steal people's hearts, steal spells, cheat rules, and deceive fate!"

  "I know, I know, isn't it just to join Amon? There is no need to say so much to confuse the rabbit."

  Bugs Bunny shook his head twice, adjusted his emotions, and tilted his head back to interrupt Johnson's words. Looking at the other party's changing face, he felt that his bad mood suddenly improved a lot.

  "Boss is right. Smiles won't disappear. They will just move from one face to another. Haha~"

  "Uh~ Slow down, slow down, I'm going to fall out!"

  The smile on Bugs Bunny's face froze before it lasted for a while. Its two claws tightly grasped the edge of the basket. The basket made of wire was a little deformed under its grip.

  Jodson, riding a bicycle, kept accelerating and rushed towards the uneven road. He rode all the way to their destination, the Pass Valley First Technical University, which was jointly promoted by many forces.

  Jodson parked the bicycle steadily beside the roadside tree at the school gate. He got off the bicycle with a smile that could not be concealed and walked into the school.

  When he left, he did not forget to look back at Bugs Bunny who was lying in the basket and dared not move. He chuckled and said:

  "Your boss is right. Smiles will only move, not disappear. Now the smile has moved from your face to my face."     Pieces of bright starlight suddenly fell from the sky, and the figure of Renekton reunited on the ground. He casually took Bugs Bunny out of the basket in front of the bicycle, looked at Jordanson and said,

  "It seems that you two get along very well."

  Jordanson's expression froze, and he changed the subject with a guilty conscience:

  "Um, when did you come here?"

  "Bugs Bunny has the Eye of Peering I left on him. I noticed it when he was yelling just now."

  Renekton explained with a chuckle. Seeing the smile on Jordanson's face suddenly disappear, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

  After a pause, he continued, "You don't have to teach the students here today. There are other things that need you to do."

  Renekton's words made Johnson's eyes light up. He asked expectantly,

  "What is it? As long as I don't have to teach those stupid guys, I can do anything. Only after teaching others, I can truly understand the greatness of the captain. She is so selfless, so beautiful, and so kind."

  "Okay, Edwina returned on the Golden Dream last week. She can't hear what you said now. You should tell her the next time you meet."

  Renekton raised his hand forward, interrupting Johnson's increasingly excited sigh. After a slight pause, he continued,

  "It's about bicycles. Mr. Prak has contacted the factory responsible for production. You and Ethan go over to make some confirmations and inspect the finished product. As long as there are no problems, bicycles will soon become popular in the Paz Valley."

  Johnson nodded solemnly, and then he couldn't help but curiously asked,

  "Who invented the bicycle? Large-scale production requires the permission of the inventor. The Steam Church has strong protection for patents."

  "There is an inventor named Leppard in Backlund. I am his investor. In order to speed up his progress in developing the bicycle, I also specially asked someone to give him a bottle of universalist potion."

  "As a return on investment, the right to manufacture and sell all his inventions in the southern continent belongs to me."

  Renekton explained with a chuckle, then waved his hand, indicating that he should go find Ethan himself. Then his figure instantly became transparent, turning into points of surging starlight, and he rushed into the school with Bugs Bunny.

  On the second floor of the three-story building on the far left, in the lounge for faculty and staff, Renekton's figure re-condensed in the stars.

  As soon as the figure solidified, Bugs Bunny broke free from him and jumped to the side of Bree and Ritz.

  Renekton looked around the lounge casually, nodded to Grant, and sat down in his own seat. Soon, three little guys wearing the same black top hat appeared on the desk in front of him.

  Bree and Ritz imitated Bugs Bunny and adjusted their top hats, raised their chins slightly, and walked across the desk with their heads held high.

  Renekton looked up at them. In the sight of the Secret Eye, the top hats on their heads exuded a brilliant blue glow, and there was a strange connection between each top hat, as if they were a whole.

  Looking at Bree and Ritz wandering on the desk, waiting for praise and showing off, Renekton chuckled and said, "Hey, what effect do your hats have?"

  Bree and Ritz looked at each other, then took off their hats together, and placed the top hats steadily upside down on the desk. Ritz jumped into the water and jumped directly into the top hat.

  The overly fat waist and hind legs shook vigorously in the air twice, and then it poked its head out of the upside-down top hat in front of Bree, and used its two claws to pull the brim of the hat hard to pull itself out of the top hat.

  As soon as Ritz got out of the top hat, his two gray hind legs stretched out. The two legs flipped vigorously in the air, and directly turned the upside-down top hat over. The two legs with the black top hat jumped flexibly between several desks.

  The corners of Renekton's mouth twitched slightly. He turned his head to look at Bugs Bunny, who was half stuck in his hat, and pulled it out speechlessly.

  Then he turned his head to look at Bree and Ritz and said, "When you make magical items for yourself, don't you compare your overly fat bodies?"

  Bree scratched his head, then put the top hat back on his head, sighed and said,

  "Of course we know, but this is a hat worn on the head after all, at least it should be able to be worn steadily. Although it is a little small, it can still be squeezed through."

  "That's right! Although we are a little fat, cats are very flexible." Ritz nodded in agreement.

  Renekton pulled the corner of his mouth, chuckled and said:

  "Okay, flexible fat cats, what is the limit of the position that your hats can move?"

  "Within 500 meters, these three hats can locate each other and shuttle. Once this limit is exceeded, they can only be used as separate magical items."

  "Mine and Ritz's hats don't contain so many features. When used alone, we can only use some low-intensity tricks."

  Bree straightened the black top hat on his head, imitated Bugs Bunny's posture of standing upright with his hands on his hips, and explained the function of the top hats on their heads with a serious look.

  After maintaining the upright posture for a while, it felt a little sore in its hind legs, and changed back to the posture of standing on all fours.  Chapter 465 A sudden meeting

  Dong~Dong~

  Two short and rapid knocks on the table sounded, and a deep, eye-shaped slit suddenly opened under Bugs Bunny, Bree, and Ritz.

  "Uh" "Wow"

  Before they could react, their bodies had already fallen into the slit, and then the space seemed to be folded, and they fell directly on the wooden chair with a blanket opposite Grant, piled up in a ball.

  "Okay, I know you are all very happy after digesting the potion, but please be quiet for a while." Grant, who was sitting leisurely on a chair beside him, smiled and said without raising his head.

  While flipping through the Norwich Journal published by the Church of Knowledge in the Pas Valley, she said with a slight sigh:

  "I heard that the bounty on the mysterious queen in Intis has risen to 100 million Felgin. She is now more like the 'King of the Five Seas' than Nast."

  "The Dawn of the Elements has been fighting against your Moss Ascetic Order. Why do you sound quite happy?"

  Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at Grant. The other party's tone surprised him.

  Grant flipped a page of the journal in her hand and said in an ambiguous tone:

  "She is fighting against the Moss Ascetic Order, not me. As an old aunt, isn't it a happy thing to see my juniors promoted?"

  Without waiting for Renekton to answer, she changed the subject and continued, "How long do you think Mesanyes's changes to the Pas Valley will last?"

  Renekton leaned against the back of the chair, rubbing his chin lightly with his right thumb. After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice:

  "This kind of large-scale change requires continuous investment of external funds and materials before it can achieve certain results in order to maintain the stability of social order."

  "Both Mr. Prak and the Church of Knowledge have made preparations in advance. By the end of this month, the development of the Pas River Valley will be on track. After that, we will gradually promote the improvement of social order and the advancement of mechanical technology."

  As he spoke, Rekton reached out and took the Pas Daily on the table in front of him. This is also a newspaper founded by the Church of Knowledge. It is published every day. In addition to publishing some important information, most of the content on it is sorted out various common sense and basic knowledge.

  Under the promotion of Mesanyes, the Pas Daily is also the most popular newspaper in the Pas River Valley. People here can not only learn about the latest news on it, but also learn some useful knowledge.

  He flipped through it twice and saw in the most conspicuous position that Mesanyes was about to sign a treaty with Loon and Intis on behalf of the Pas River Valley, recognizing the independence of the Pas River Valley, and establishing new business channels to carry out friendly and mutually progressive cooperation.

  Renekton chuckled as he flipped through the newspapers,

  "I didn't expect Intis to agree to the independence of the Pers Valley so quickly, instead of joining forces with the northern continent to isolate the Pers Valley."

  Grant flipped through the journals on the table with one hand and combed his overly fluffy hair with the other, saying in a flat tone,

  "The northern continent is not as united as you thought. What's more, we have the support of the two major orthodox churches, so the remaining churches won't want to get involved in the disputes here."

  "There is also the natural barrier of the Raging Sea between the north and south continents. It is unlikely that Intis and Loen will be able to take back the colonies by force." "

  Of course, the most important thing is that we showed enough strength in the previous battle. Although there are factors of a multi-party alliance, it is an established fact that there are angels in the Pers Valley. In this era when the gods are high in the astral realm, angels are the top-level power that this world can mobilize."

  Renekton suddenly thought of something, and looked at Grant curiously and asked,

  "So, you need to stay in the Pers Valley for a long time?"

  "Yes, I have received the oracle, the oracle from the great sage as the unknown god!"

  As he spoke, Grant's eyes flickered slightly, and his eyes became distant and deep, as if he was staring at something through the long river of fate.

  The oracle from the hidden sage as the unknown god! It should be that the Wilds of Knowledge borrowed the identity of the hidden sage, and the unknown god was originally pointing to it.

  After a moment of silence, Renekton turned his head to look at Grant and said, "Will other members of the Moss Ascetic Order come here?"

  Grant sighed lightly and said faintly:

  "You should ask who is not coming here."

  "The oracle has been sent down. As long as there is no urgent task on their shoulders, all members of the Moss Ascetic Order will move to the Pas River Valley. This will be our new headquarters."

  "New headquarters! Such a big move?" Renekton sat up a little, looking at Grant with an incredible face.

  The Wilds of Knowledge is going to empty the belongings of the Hidden Sage!

  Dong~Dong~Dong~

  Three short knocks sounded in succession. Renekton turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of Bugs Bunny and two cats standing in a row, wearing black top hats.

  They stood in front of the wall on the right side of the lounge, where an old, dark wooden door with strange patterns appeared at some point.

  The orange cat Ritz stood in the front. He stretched out his hand lightly and knocked on the dark wooden door three times in a row. A strange wave came from the wooden door.

  With a creaking sound, the wooden door was easily pushed open by Ritz, revealing a messy place behind that looked like a laboratory.

  Bugs Bunny and the two cats rushed to the other side of the door quickly, and Bugs Bunny, who was following behind, did not forget to kick the door shut.

  With the help of the special Eye of Secrets, Renekton easily saw that the door still left on the wall was a magical item for travelers.

  He turned his head and looked at Grant with some curiosity and said, "Have they gained so many characteristics of the Apprentice Path?"     Grant flipped through the journal in his hand and responded without looking up:

  "Who made the Apprenticeship Path a practical magical item? Perhaps it was to facilitate stealing blood bottles from the hospital, and those original moon believers always favored magical items that can pass through walls."

  Renekton nodded in agreement. Grant's words reminded him of Emlyn, the unlucky guy who could walk through the wall to the Harvest Church.

  Well, thinking about it this way, it seems that there are sealed items of the Apprenticeship Path everywhere. When Mr. Men was away, the apprentices lived in dire straits.

  As soon as the thought floated, Renekton's mind suddenly became dazed. He felt that his eyes were blurred, and his environment suddenly changed.

  The originally simply decorated lounge turned into a spiritual world with rich colors and layers. There were many subtle brass lights wandering around. Under these brass lights, there were hidden illusory bookshelves. There was an invisible eye on each book. They kept stacking up, like an illusory tower with no end in sight.

  "Don't pry too much. The hidden knowledge is not something you can bear now."

  A gentle voice echoed in his ears, pulling him back to his thoughts. As the voice echoed, the brass light that kept wandering around suddenly burst into bright light, covering all the illusory bookshelves.

  Renekton turned his head subconsciously, and saw the brass light quickly outlined Mr. Huang's figure in the air. He was holding a cane that looked like a dry branch, looking at him with a serious look and said:

  "I foresaw some future related to you, so I pulled you over directly."

  "The future related to me?" Renekton asked in confusion.

  Mr. Huang nodded slightly, walked forward two steps with his cane, and casually took out a somewhat illusory book from the light that enveloped the surroundings.

  The book page turned by itself, and a little light floated between the pages, outlining a brass eye. After a moment of silence, Mr. Huang smiled and said:

  "If you plan to be promoted to a sage, it is best to go to the God-Forsaken Land. With the help of the special features there, you can isolate yourself from the hidden sage and not be affected by the madness accumulated by Him when you are promoted."

  "And it is very close to the Western Continent. After you are promoted, you may try to retrieve something from the Wilderness of Knowledge."

  Retrieve? Renekton lowered his eyes slightly, and quickly gathered his thoughts, listening to Mr. Huang's next words.

  "Although you can omit the promotion ceremony based on your own special features, it is not without impact. The primitive instinctive madness contained in the potion has been accumulating. Once it exceeds a certain limit, it will directly overwhelm your will and annihilate your hard-earned humanity."

  "I understand." Renekton nodded solemnly in response.

  "You need to be careful of Amon in the Forsaken Land. His real body has been wandering there. Try not to seek help from the truth. He is still crazy and cannot control his instincts."

  "Before you stabilize your own state, there is no need to rush back to the southern continent. You can leave the prophet's clone here, or find a Insighter's characteristics to help him complete the promotion."

  Renekton nodded slightly and said, "Do you know the whereabouts of the Hermit card in the Blasphemous Card?"

  He had a hunch that if he wanted to be promoted to a sage, this Blasphemous Card would be very useful to him.

  Mr. Huang was silent for a moment, and his eyes quickly turned silver-white, reflecting a hazy and deep feeling, as if he was looking directly at the long river representing fate.

  After a moment, the silver in his eyes faded away quickly, and he said in a steady and gentle voice:

  "The anti-divination and anti-prophecy properties of the Blasphemy Card have not been completely lifted, but I have made certain predictions about your fate. You should have encountered the Blasphemy Card. When the time is right, it will naturally appear in your hand."

  Mr. Huang's voice had just fallen, and before Renekton could ask further questions, the surrounding environment suddenly became illusory, like bubbles bursting.

  Ho~ Renekton seemed to be suddenly awakened from a dream, and there was a sound of air friction in his throat. His body suddenly bent forward and almost hit the desk in front of him.

  "Awake?"

  Grant lazily leaned back on a wooden chair covered with a blanket, looking at Renekton with interest for a moment, then curled his lips and said:

  "Who was looking for you just now? I couldn't see the other party through the Eye of Secrets. Except for the angels of the Night and the Gate, no one should be able to block my sight so easily."

  "As for the former, it's unlikely. They prefer to pull people directly into dreams or secret worlds. As for the latter, there haven't been any planeswalkers in this world for a long time."

  "You can guess higher." Renekton rubbed his forehead with his hand and responded in a flat tone.

  Then he turned his eyes to the wall clock hanging on the wall, calculated the time a little, and found that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon in Backlund time.

  Today's Tarot Club is about to begin. According to the progress of Klein's digestion of the potion, he should ask Cattleya to go to sea on the "Future" today.

  No wonder he came to me at this time and didn't let me seek help from the True Creator. He must be more worried that I would help him get the first blasphemous slate.

  As the true god of the White Tower, he can also use the first blasphemous slate himself, so why didn't he let me take it out of the Giant King's Court? Did he think that I didn't have the ability to take the first blasphemous slate away from the God-forsaken Land under the watchful eyes of Amon and the True Creator? Or did he think that he couldn't keep it?

  When Mr. Huang mentioned the Wilderness of Knowledge just now, he used the word "retrieve". Is there something that should belong to me left in the Wilderness of Knowledge?

  Thoughts flashed through his mind one after another. Renekton sighed, stood up from his chair lazily, stretched, walked to the door on the right wall, and imitated Ritz's actions just now, knocking on the wooden door three times in a short manner.