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  Chapter 486 Suggestions

  A sudden gust of wind blew over the sea. Klein lowered his head slightly and pressed the half-high silk hat on his head, then spoke in a low voice:

  "'Master of Secret Puppetry' possesses the most difficult extraordinary ability below the Demigod level. 'Traveler' can come and go freely, and can wander the spirit world at will. He can also record and store the extraordinary abilities he has seen, and use them when needed, including the abilities of the Demigod level."

  "After hearing what you said, I suddenly feel that the abilities of the 'Hunter' path are mediocre." Anderson pulled the corner of his mouth and said speechlessly.

  "You have deviated from the topic." Renekton reminded him.

  Didn't you bring up this topic? Klein complained in his heart, then looked at Anderson, waiting for him to tell his story.

  Anderson's expression revealed a bit of helplessness. He sighed and let his hands fall naturally.

  "This sea area is very dangerous, but it also hides a lot of treasures. Many treasure hunters have entered here in the past, seeking adventures. Although most of them did not leave alive, there are always some lucky ones who can not only obtain items and materials, but also leave smoothly."

  Klein subconsciously looked at Renekton, and then quickly retracted his eyes.

  Anderson looked around, bent his legs and sat cross-legged on the beach, and then continued:

  "This treasure hunting team was convened by two former lucky people. They claimed that they had figured out which ruins in the first half of the safe channel could not be explored and which ones could be tried."

  "I have always been curious about this place, and they successfully persuaded me to join this treasure hunting team."

  "Then what?" Klein asked the strongest hunter who did not show any vigilance towards him and others.

  Anderson paused, then sighed and continued:

  "At the beginning, our exploration went smoothly, really smoothly. We avoided danger, got a lot of clothes from the explorers ahead, hunted some monsters, and harvested several materials."

  "Perhaps it was because the front was too smooth, which led to the sudden danger behind."

  "We found a temple on a submerged island. There are many well-preserved murals there. This gentleman has also seen them in the dream world."

  He pointed at Klein, who had an expressionless face, with his chin.

  Lying on the beach chair condensed by starlight, Renekton said without any ups and downs in his tone:

  "You touched the murals left by Ouroboros, and then you started to become unlucky. In the end, you, the most unlucky guy, lived the longest."

  Although he didn't move much, his eyes were very deep, and there seemed to be a layer of white. He made certain predictions through Anderson's narration, making their real experiences reappear in their minds.

  "Who is Ouroboros?" Anderson looked up in astonishment, with shock, helplessness, and a flash of excitement on his face.

  Then he waved his hands again and again to defend himself:

  "No, I didn't touch the mural. As a treasure hunter, I wouldn't be so careless."

  "I was the first one to reach the mural, and I just stretched out my hand and habitually outlined various lines out of thin air. Really, I didn't touch it directly. I was at least five centimeters away!"

  "Who knew that this would turn out to be so unexpected? The angel in the mural seemed to open its eyes at that moment. I guess it was from then on that I started to have bad luck."

  This didn't sound innocent at all. Klein complained in his heart without any sympathy.

  After adjusting his expression slightly, he said calmly:

  "The angel on the mural is 'Tail Devourer' Ouroboros. He is the king of angels of the Path of Destiny."

  "Angel King?" Anderson asked doubtfully. Seeing that no one was going to explain to him, he could only laugh twice and then said:

  "Then the treasure hunting team gathered in front of the mural. Most of them were frightened by my description and thought that they should not continue to explore the temple, but the remaining one-third were eager for more treasures, so they continued to set out deep into the temple." "The remaining

  two-thirds and I waited for a whole day, through three alternations of noon and night, but we never waited for them to come back."

  "We are all excellent treasure hunters. We know that those who continue to explore deeper must have been in trouble. After a little confirmation, we left the temple directly. After all, we have gained a lot and there is no need to continue taking risks."

  None of the three Renektons made any comments. Anderson didn't have any expression when he saw this. He just sighed and said:

  "After leaving the temple, we found that we had some changes. On the one hand, we became very unlucky and nothing went well. On the other hand, we gained control over ourselves in the dream, and we were no longer in a confused state, knowing something but unable to take action."

  "Because of this, some of our remaining companions, another one-third of the original number, chose to explore the depths of the dream world out of curiosity. They never came back."

  Cattleya, who had been listening quietly, asked curiously, "Where are their bodies in the real world?"

  Anderson took a deep breath and said with a stiff expression:

  "They turned into monsters and killed many of the remaining companions."

  "Although we successfully killed those monsters, we lost too many sailors and encountered a series of bad luck, so we failed to reach the island before the storm."

  "Our ship sank, and the harvest sank with it. The remaining companions were either drowned, struck by lightning, or swallowed by monsters in the water. Only I, who was stronger than them and luckier, successfully swam to this island after being thrown away by the waves and shipwrecks."

  "As for later, I tried to make a canoe, but I ended up breaking the last axe, and it reflected in my dream, as you saw."

  Anderson's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked up at Klein, who had an expressionless face.

  This guy was really unlucky. No, it should be that the entire treasure hunting team was unlucky. Klein lowered his eyes and drew a crimson moon for them in his mind.

  After telling his experience in this sea area, Anderson smiled at "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya and Renekton, who was leisurely lying on a beach chair made of starlight:

  "Do I have the honor to ride on the 'Future'?"

  "I will pay the fare."

  He looked like he would let anyone make the offer. Cattleya turned her head to look at Renekton, who was lying on the side enjoying the sunshine and sea breeze, as if asking him if he wanted to agree.

  "There is nothing wrong with him, except for the bad luck given by Ouroboros."     Renekton said calmly, meaning that you are the captain, and it is up to you to decide whether to let him on board.

  Cattleya nodded thoughtfully, but did not speak immediately.

  Are you secret peepers so confident? You don't even need divination, you can draw a conclusion with just one look? Or can your eyes replace the divination process? Klein saw from the expressions and words of the two that they were inclined to let the strongest hunter on board.

  Seeing that Cattleya was still a little hesitant, Anderson seemed a little anxious and added:

  "I am very familiar with the next route, and can help you avoid most of the dangers on the safe route, tell you those that can no longer be explored, and, in time, avoid the mermaid's song."

  "The mermaid's song?" Klein almost couldn't control his expression. He had been looking for the mermaid for so long, but he didn't expect that this unlucky Anderson would have a clue.

  Anderson glanced at Klein with sudden realization, chuckled and said,

  "Yes, sail one day from here, um. I mean one day in the outside world, around a ruin, in..."

  He didn't finish his words, but smiled at Klein, and his meaning was very clear.

  Klein thought about it, and still followed his habit, took out a gold coin and did a simple divination to confirm that Anderson had no ill intentions.

  "Even if he had ill intentions, it would not have any impact on the 'Future', and it would not be as effective as the bad luck that happened to him."

  Renekton reminded him in a calm tone.

  It makes sense. Klein nodded in agreement in his heart, and threw the gold coin in his hand again to do a divination.

  It was not until Klein completed two divinations that Anderson spread his hands helplessly and said, "Excuse me, can I board the 'Future' and leave this hellhole with you?"

  Cattleya glanced at the gold coins in Klein's hand, then turned her head to look at Anderson, nodded and said,

  "I can agree to your request, but after leaving this sea area, you must give me half of the items on you. If you have nothing, then I don't want anything." "

  Deal!" Anderson agreed to Cattleya's conditions without hesitation.

  After finding a way to leave this sea area, he was obviously relaxed a lot, and said in a joking tone:

  "I must remind you, although my bad luck is limited to myself, you have to be careful. The bad luck may also take effect by attracting monsters. However, the monsters attracted by my bad luck should not be too troublesome for a saint."

  Having said that, he paused, looked at Renekton, his expression became serious and said:

  "I wonder if this gentleman has a way to solve the bad luck on me? If so, what price do I need to pay?"

  Renekton looked at Anderson deeply, chuckled and said:

  "You can say yes, and you can also say no."

  "I am not a demigod of the 'Destiny' path, and I don't carry any corresponding magical items on me. If you are willing to stay in this unlucky state and wait for a long time, I can relieve you of your bad luck."

  "How long is a long time?" Anderson asked.

  Renekton said expressionlessly:

  "Maybe half a year, maybe a year, or maybe even longer."

  "Uh, is there any other way?" Anderson asked in a deep voice with his head down. He felt that it would be difficult for him to survive this state of misfortune, let alone a year or half a year, even if it was only a month.

  Renekton sat up from the beach chair made of starlight, and said with a smile on his lips:

  "Pray to the beings who hold the power of destiny. If they are in a good mood, they might help you remove the bad luck." "

  For example, the 'Angel of Destiny' Ouroboros you saw in the mural, and the President of the Council of Destiny who is also an angel on this path, or the 'Queen of Fear and Disaster', the 'Shadow Wandering Destiny' who turned into a spirit with a monocle, and the 'Yellow and Black King who holds good luck.'"

  "These are all people I can contact. For the sake of the church, even though you are a last-place student who failed the exam, I will give you some help as appropriate. Of course, it won't be free of charge."

  Anderson was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face kept changing, as if showing the complexity of his mood at the moment.

  Klein glanced at Renekton, and his thoughts could not help but spread. The monocle turned into a spirit, which should describe Amon. He even knew the other party's honorific name. He was worthy of being the person who stole the Church of the Waves together. Speaking of which, these beings who hold the authority of the domain of destiny seem to have more or less intersected with me. Is it a coincidence?

  Anderson quickly sorted out his emotions, looked at Renekton with a complicated expression, and defended himself:

  "I just failed the exam, and I am far from the last one. Otherwise, I would not have become the "strongest hunter" famous in the five seas at such a young age."

  "Are you from the Church of Knowledge? Why don't I remember seeing you? To be able to become a demigod at this age, you should be like Edwina, one of the most watched students."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the whole island suddenly shook, and billowing smoke and dust filled the primeval forest deep in the island.

  "Are monsters coming out now?" Anderson opened his mouth subconsciously, staring at the direction of the smoke and dust.  Chapter 487 Doom and Gloom

  The ground trembled slightly, causing the gravel on the beach to shake continuously.

  Soon, a figure nearly three meters tall appeared from the edge of the primeval forest on the island.

  It was grayish white all over, and seemed to be made of a whole piece of boulder. Its face was bumpy, and there were no obvious organs such as eyes, mouth, and ears.

  "The stone giant, its core is the main material of the magic potion of Sequence 5 'Guardian', and it has extremely high defense." Cattleya whispered the information of the monster.

  Although Klein and Anderson knew nothing about this kind of monster, it did not prevent them from staring at the monster with a serious expression.

  Cattleya turned around and took a few steps towards the direction of the "Future". She half raised her right hand, amplified her voice and shouted:

  "Aim!"

  After receiving Cattleya's order, the pirates on duty on the ship immediately adjusted the direction of dozens of cannons on the port side, and let them all aim at the stone giant that was walking heavily.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Shells flew out one after another, and dust instantly rose around Luo and the stone giant, covering the surrounding area. In the flames, fragments flew everywhere, as if they could destroy everything.

  The tall gray figure rushed out of the dusty area. The previous round of shell attacks only shook off some of the stones on its surface.

  Anderson looked at this scene with a smack of his mouth, and said in a somewhat teasing tone:

  "Isn't this defense too strong? If it were the guardians of the 'Giant' path, wouldn't they be unscathed by this round of artillery fire?"

  "No wonder the official of the Gargas Islands doesn't even have a demigod stationed there. It's hard for the extraordinary people below the demigod to even break through the defense when facing those big guys."

  Renekton, who was sitting on the beach chair, stood up. He held his right hand in the air and dragged it. In just a moment, he condensed a spear of ancient style, with balls and dots of blood burning from the tip to the handle.

  The dark red spear flew out of his hand at the moment of solidification, leaving a slowly dissipating stream of light in the air, and went straight through the heart of the stone giant.

  The dark red spear left a bowl-sized hole in the heart of the stone giant, instantly piercing its body and falling into the primeval forest behind.

  Boom!

  A huge explosion sounded, stirring up a wave of mud and debris, and the dark red flames burst out, turning all the dust and trees into ashes.

  All this happened in a flash, and the stone giant's body seemed to have not yet reacted, and continued to move forward.

  As soon as it put down its right leg, its body fell down, causing a small vibration on the ground. The heavy body stiffened in place, and cracking sounds continued to come from the inside of the body. After a few seconds, a three-meter-tall stone giant collapsed into a pile of rubble.

  Anderson looked at Renekton in surprise and said, "Can you see its weaknesses too?"

  "The eyes of the secret peepers are better." Renekton responded in a flat voice.

  Klein looked at the stone giant that had fallen and turned into rubble, and the exaggerated dent left in the exploded primeval forest behind it, and his mouth twitched slightly. It felt like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. The stone giant died quite decently.

  "So, since it was so easy to deal with this stone giant, what was the purpose of the previous round of artillery fire?"

  Anderson said as he approached the body of the stone giant.

  "This is not a real monster, there is no gain." Renekton explained in a flat tone why he did not deal with this monster at the beginning.

  Anderson's steps towards the monster's body suddenly stopped, staring at the rubble in front of him without blinking, and saw them disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  As expected of a guy who was plagued by bad luck, even the monsters he attracted were fake, leaving no gains. Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart, and gave up the idea of ​​using the unlucky Anderson as bait to attract monsters to hunt.

  Attracting such a fake monster is completely in vain.

  Anderson shrugged and fell back, mumbling:

  "This is the biggest problem in this sea area. Not every monster can provide wealth, and it may just be a waste of time."

  "That's why 'audience' is the most annoying path." Renekton sighed in a low voice and lay back on the beach chair made of starlight.

  "Why 'audience'? Are these fake monsters related to the 'audience' path?"

  Anderson approached very familiarly and sat cross-legged on the beach next to Renekton.

  Renekton glanced sideways at Anderson who was approaching him, and said in a flat voice,

  "So why didn't you concentrate on studying? If you had enough knowledge of wilderness survival, you wouldn't have triggered the power on the mural left by Ouroboros, and you wouldn't be unaware of the abilities of the gods in the Audience path."

  Anderson lowered his head with a twitch of his mouth, then sighed and changed the subject,

  "How can I get help from those beings who have partial power over destiny that you just mentioned? Give my faith? Or give my soul?"

  Klein glanced at Anderson with a complicated expression. The goddess would definitely not pay attention to a shallow believer like you who changed his faith temporarily. Ouroboros and Will Auceptin are still in a stalemate, and they probably don't have the time or mood to pay attention to you. As for the Fool, I'm sorry, I'm just an unknown person of Sequence Six, and Mr. Fool can't do anything. Only Amon may respond to prayers out of curiosity. He doesn't want much, just everything from you.

  Perhaps Klein's gaze was too obvious. Anderson looked back suspiciously. He felt that the look of this unknown so-and-so was filled with pity.     After a while of thinking, Anderson resumed his cheerful look. His eyes wandered over Renekton and Klein for a while and asked,

  "What's your name?"

  "Al Tynes."

  "German Sparrow."

  Renekton and Klein gave their pseudonyms in a calm tone.

  Anderson was stunned at first, but soon recovered. He turned to Renekton and smiled,

  "I've heard of you. Well, mainly from the wanted list of the Church of Storms. There are rumors on the sea that you have a good relationship with Vice Admiral Iceberg? I used to be a classmate of Edwina."

  Klein looked at Anderson who was trying to strike up a conversation with Renekton, and thoughts flashed through his mind:

  He was a classmate of Vice Admiral Iceberg. Although he did not join the Church of Knowledge, judging from Al's tone, he still maintained contact with the Church of Knowledge. By the way, he was not eliminated because he failed the exam? This is very much the Church of Knowledge, judging people by their IQ.

  Cattleya also set her sights on Anderson. Is the Church of Knowledge a hidden line on the sea? Many of the treasure hunters may be related to the Church of Knowledge, hunters chasing treasure and scholars chasing knowledge.

  Ignoring the looks that Klein and Cattleya were giving him, Anderson turned to Klein with a smile and said,

  "German Sparrow is a bounty hunter who has recently risen on the sea. He has hunted many pirates in just a few months, including some powerful pirates. The most legendary one is that he almost hunted down Vice Admiral Disease and is known as the craziest hunter!"

  "If it weren't for the natural disasters in the Rorsted Archipelago, I would have gone to have a drink with you. Unfortunately, the Church of Storms has almost driven away all the pirates there."

  "Now we know each other." Klein nodded and responded in a flat voice.

  After a brief exchange, the few of them rested on the beach where Renekton's starlight blocked part of the sunlight.

  Until the pirates' relaxation time was over, the "Future" soon set sail again and headed for the depths of this ocean.

  As a hunter, Anderson wandered around the ship and soon became friends with the pirates on the "Future".

  Renekton sat on the side of the ship, his eyes swept over Anderson who was drinking with several pirates in the shadow of the cabin, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. As expected of the unlucky Anderson, he directly chose the drink that Frank had added.

  Klein, who had been observing the situation on the deck and looking for traces of the mermaid, walked closer. Seeing that there was no one else around, he no longer maintained his Gehrman Sparrow persona.

  Anyway, my Faceless Man potion has been digested, and I can withdraw from the role when I don't need to act, which is more conducive to my mental state.

  As his thoughts floated, Klein propped himself on the side of the ship with one hand, jumped with his toes, and sat side by side with Renekton on the side of the ship. He asked with some concern:

  "Is there something wrong with your condition? Ever since you encountered the golden carriage last time, you have become a lot colder. Although your usual behavior has not changed much, in the eyes of the Faceless Men, these are all obvious abnormalities."

  Renekton chuckled and nodded, then shook his head and said:

  "Borrowing a high-level power that does not belong to you will inevitably be affected by the owner of the power. It's not a big impact. You just need to slowly adjust your mental state, and you will recover in less than two months."

  As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand forward and took out a card in the shadow behind him. He tapped the card twice with his right index finger, and a burst of light blue stardust fell. In an instant, some indescribable changes occurred on the card.

  Renekton handed the card to Klein and said,

  "You can take a look, or go play a dress-up game above the gray fog."

  "Dress-up game? Am I a character you cultivated in your game backpack?" Klein complained as he reached out to take the card.

  He noticed the words in the ancient Feysac language in the upper right corner of the card at first glance: Sequence 0: Hermit.

  On the front of the card was an old man named Roselle, with white hair and beard, wearing a tattered robe, holding a lantern in one hand and a cane in the other.

  Klein looked at the cards in his hand and couldn't help but sigh:

  "After looking at the Black Emperor card, I suddenly felt that the emperor had fallen on hard times."

  Renekton curled his lips, then said thoughtfully:

  "If this card is used to create a paper man clone, will there be an angel with a lantern beside the 'Fool'?"

  "Angel with a lantern?" Klein tilted his head slightly, thought for a while and then said: "Using this card to pry the power of the gray fog can clear the bad luck of the unfortunate Anderson?"

  Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

  "No, the authority of fate in the 'Hermit' path is mainly reflected in the fields of observation and foresight, and does not have the ability to directly interfere with fate. If you hold the Error or Fool card, you can use the high-sequence abilities of the corresponding path with the help of the connection in mysticism to solve the problem of Anderson's bad luck."

  "Then which existence do you plan to let Anderson find to solve his problem?" Klein asked curiously.

  As soon as the words fell, the sunny noon suddenly became dark, and the deep, quiet night enveloped the entire sea.

  The "Future" was also instantly covered with a layer of starlight, illuminating the passages leading to various places. Cattleya's voice spread throughout the entire ship:

  "Everyone, return to your rooms immediately, or find a corner to fall asleep."  Chapter 488 Do you want to listen to my Lord's story?

  In the dream world, when Renekton regained consciousness, he found himself at the cliff in front of the Black Monastery again.

  He looked expressionlessly at the Giant King's Court in front of him, which was shrouded in a frozen dusk. After a moment of silence, he turned and walked towards the Black Monastery. This time he planned to visit the dream world before the fall of the ancient sun god.

  Cattleya was still sitting on the boulder with her knees hugged, her eyes a little blurry, and she was not fully awake.

  When Renekton passed by her, she suddenly said,

  "Do you know where she is now?"

  Renekton hesitated and stopped to look at Cattleya, who was sitting with her knees hugged. After confirming that she was talking to him, he said,

  "On the ship? Or in a dream?"

  "If she is on the ship, she should be in the cabin on the third floor, the fifth room from the right hand side of the stairs. If it is a dream, I don't know. I have never seen her in this dream world."

  After a brief pause, he continued,

  "She is already an angel. She can clearly feel the connection between you and your feelings for her. Before the problems with Roselle and Bonois are solved, you are her most stable anchor."

  "I am her most stable anchor?" Cattleya repeated Renekton's last sentence with a confused look in her eyes, and then buried her head deeply in her arms, as if she refused to communicate.

  Renekton shrugged his shoulders, said nothing more, and turned to walk into the Black Monastery.

  As soon as he opened the door, he saw the crew of the "Future". The captain Ottolov was in a strange state and seemed to be in a state of autism, and Nina was drinking quietly on the side.

  Walking a little further in, he saw Frank burying himself in the soil.

  "What are you doing? Do you want to reproduce asexually by yourself?" Renekton couldn't help his curiosity and asked closer.

  Frank was not very sober. He sat in the pit he had dug, covering himself with dirt and talking in a dreamy voice:

  "No, I'm just an ordinary druid. I can't bury myself in the soil for asexual reproduction. This must be done in a laboratory."

  "My research has fallen into a dilemma. I want to bury myself in the soil, listen to the voice of the earth more deeply, and understand the ideas of the Mother Goddess."

  The corners of Renekton's mouth twitched slightly, and he sighed slightly: "Your way of finding inspiration is really special."

  Shaking his head, Renekton continued to walk forward, passing the scattered pirates doing all kinds of outrageous things, passing Heath who was curled up in the shadows in the corner, and Pass who was lying flat among the dried fish, and he pushed open the door leading to the deeper part of the monastery. After

  walking a distance forward, it seemed that he had left the building where everyone on the "Future" was, and entered a place similar to a temple. He saw Anderson standing hesitantly at the door leading to the depths of the temple.

  Feeling someone enter the temple, Anderson subconsciously turned sideways with vigilance. When he saw it was Renekton, he was obviously relieved. He chuckled and said,

  "You scared me. I thought I was unlucky enough to meet a monster again."

  "You can move freely in this dream world, but do you know what happened to Gehrman Sparrow? Logically, he should be in the same place where he left the dream last time, but he didn't come back this time."

  "He is the Favored One." Renekton replied in a flat tone.

  Anderson said in surprise,

  "The Favored One! That guy who looks cold and crazy is actually the Favored One? Whose great being is he? His vision in choosing a Favored One is too unpredictable."

  "An existence that can solve the problem of bad luck that plagues you." Renekton interrupted Anderson's somewhat long-winded words and walked to his side.

  "Uh" Anderson's words were blocked. He turned his head and looked in other directions with some dissatisfaction, changing the subject:

  "Are you not interested in the murals here? They are left by the 'Angel of Destiny' Ouroboros you mentioned. I have triggered the characteristics inside. People who touch it in the future will not be unlucky." Renekton

  turned his head to look at the murals on the right wall, and quickly retracted his gaze. The things that interested him on the murals had disappeared.

  After a brief silence, he turned his head to look at Anderson and said:

  "Not interested. The power left by Ouroboros has dissipated."

  "Are you still struggling with whether to pray to a great being who holds the power of destiny?"

  Anderson said hesitantly:

  "Uh, besides praying to the great being, is there any other way? Or, who is the one who favors Gehrman Sparrow?"

  Renekton stared calmly at the depths of the temple, with a deep blue glow flowing in his eyes. He saw Bernadette's figure in the deeper part of the temple.

  Further inside should be the last dream of the ancient sun god before his fall. After pondering in his heart, he retracted his gaze and answered Anderson's previous question:

  "The demigod of the 'Destiny' path, the angels of the 'Thief', 'Fortune Teller', and 'Insomniac' paths, they also have the ability to solve your bad luck."

  "As for German Sparrow, he believes in the 'Fool'. If you are interested, you can recite his name. After the previous propaganda of the Aurora Society, you should be familiar with his name."

  "Or, do you want to listen to the story of my Lord? He is the truth we pursue forever, the light that guides us forward, and the symbol of experience and wisdom."

  Anderson, who had been listening carefully, suddenly changed his face again and again, and subconsciously distanced himself from Renekton. He looked at Renekton with a vigilant face and said:

  "This doesn't sound like a description of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Aren't you from the Church of Knowledge? You... betrayed the church and faith?"

  Renekton shook his head gently and said:

  "Oh, no, I just got a job in the Church of Knowledge. The more work I do, the more compensation I get, right? My Lord and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom are secret allies, and this is something that both sides agree on."     "So, are you interested in listening?"

  Anderson was silent for a while, and suddenly chuckled:

  "Anyway, there is nothing to do in the dream. If you are willing to talk, I am happy to listen."

  Renekton nodded, curled the corners of his mouth and said:

  "My Lord is a guide for people to explore the truth, and he is also the truth itself. He is wise but compassionate, and can tolerate everything about us. He will illuminate the way for those who are lost day after day.

  "He advocates exploring the truth in silence and solitude, appreciating the meaning of life in the wandering between day and night, black and white, justice and evil, feeling the vicissitudes of the world, insisting on oneself, and believing in wisdom and truth."

  "He tells us not to stubbornly insist on justice and truth, nor to blindly deny evil and mistakes. Anything that exists is reasonable."

  "Similarly, the belief in my Lord is inclusive. He does not exclude believers from believing in other gods while believing in Him, nor does he care whether the belief is pious or not. As long as they walk on the right path, they will be recognized by Him. "

  In our cognition, He is the embodiment of knowledge, the glory of civilization, and the final answer to all mysteries!"

  Anderson's expression changed from carelessness at the beginning to seriousness, and he began to actively think about the overlap and conflict between these doctrines and his own ideas.

  Taking a deep breath, he said seriously:

  "This does not conflict with some of my ideas. If it is really as you said, I don't mind believing in one more god, or changing my beliefs. Anyway, my beliefs are not very pious." "

  . As long as I don't have to study and take exams, this is very important!"

  The sequelae of the Church of Knowledge. Looking at Anderson's serious eyes, Renekton couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then hooked the corners of his lips and said:

  "There are many ways to gain knowledge, just like when you are exploring treasures at sea, you come into contact with many people and many things, and naturally enrich your own knowledge. "

  "Yes, that's right, it's a pity that those stubborn guys in the Church of Knowledge can't understand these principles." Anderson nodded in agreement, and very familiarly stretched out his hand to put on Renekton's shoulder.

  "I plan to go to the depths of the temple to take a look. "

  While speaking, Renekton took two steps forward and calmly shook off Anderson's hand on his shoulder.

  Anderson's expression did not change. He put his hands in his pockets very naturally and said,

  "I'm going too. I've always been curious about the depths of this temple. High risk means high rewards. With a demigod traveling with me, I think our chances of success are very high."

  You underestimate your own bad luck, Renekton commented in his heart, but still nodded and walked towards the depths of the temple at a moderate pace.

  Anderson took two quick steps to keep up with Renekton's pace, keeping themselves parallel to each other. After walking forward for about a quarter of an hour, there was no more passage in front of them, only a door fixed to the wall that looked dark and heavy.

  "There is no way out, and we haven't found any forks along the way. Could it be that everyone in my previous treasure hunting group who explored forward has gone in?"

  "Are we going in? "

  Anderson crossed his arms, analyzed it carefully for a while, then asked with his head tilted.

  Renekton shook his head and said, "The dream behind this door is very dangerous. It is enough to subvert the entire dream world. Even if the creatures trapped in the dream do not die, they will be forced to wake up and face the darkness of this sea."

  Anderson waved his hand quickly and said, "I was just joking. Since there is nothing worth exploring here, where are we going next?"

  Renekton looked at the dark wooden door in front of him with a serious look. His sight seemed to penetrate the barrier and saw the dream world on the other side of the door.

  After a moment, he retracted his gaze and said solemnly, "It's too late."

  "What do you mean it's too late?" Anderson asked in surprise.

  As soon as the words fell, the light around him suddenly brightened, and everything became brilliant white.

  Sitting on the deck, Renekton, who was leaning against the side of the ship, woke up in the warm midday sun. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Klein, who was sitting next to him.

  "Where have you been? "Rekton asked curiously. Leomaster, who was supposed to be trapped here, had been taken away by Sasriel. Klein should not appear in the other's dream again.

  Klein leaned his head against the side of the ship and thought for a moment before saying,

  "It should be the underground of the black monastery. There is a very evil full-length mirror there that can copy an almost identical self. Because the battle was too intense, I woke up passively."

  "In the intervals between falling asleep again, I vaguely saw a fog covering the sea. In the fog, there was a very ancient spire church. It was all black and had no bell tower. There were black crows wandering around, as if they were commemorating something or mourning something."

  "There are many buildings around the church, and there are pedestrians on the streets. It seems to be an extremely ancient city."

  Renekton nodded lightly without being too surprised and said, "That is the Kingdom of Night, a place hidden by the Goddess of Night. It should be a special reaction brought about by the breath of the Goddess of Night remaining in this sea area and the favor she left on you. "

  "Favor?" Klein chewed on the word carefully.

  Renekton stood up from the deck and leaned against the side of the ship, enjoying the sunshine and sea breeze while pondering:

  "She is the queen of disaster and fear, and she has a great relationship with the demon wolf. You don't think she didn't notice you, do you?"

  "Would you like to guess why the Church of Evernight didn't investigate the problems with Sherlock Moriarty after the Backlund smog incident? Was it because you disguised yourself too well and they didn't notice it at all, or was it suppressed?"  Chapter 489 The Future of Milk Production

  After communicating with Klein for a while, Renekton stood up and walked towards the cabin. He planned to find Bernadette to ask about the dream behind the door deep in the temple.

  As soon as he walked out of the stairwell, he saw Cattleya hesitating at the door with her right hand raised but never knocking. She seemed to be still hesitating whether to knock on the door.

  Noticing the footsteps coming from the stairwell behind her, she turned back in surprise. Seeing that it was Renekton, she seemed to be relieved and then retracted her gaze.

  When Renekton approached, he looked at her, then raised his hand over her and knocked on the door.

  Dong! Dong! The knock on the door sounded, but there was no response from the room.

  Cattleya looked at the room in front of her that did not respond at all, and her expression was a little lost.

  After a slight pause, she asked, "Why are you here?"

  "I want to ask something." While speaking, Renekton had already reached out and twisted the door handle.

  Click!

  The door was pushed open, and Renekton turned his body to indicate that he could go in.

  Cattleya stood at the door and looked inside. There was nothing else in the room except some idle fishing nets, harpoons, canvas and other tools, and there was no figure standing by the window.

  Seeing that Cattleya did not move, Renekton took the lead and walked into the room, saying at the same time: "In my hometown, not speaking usually means tacit consent."

  "Tacit consent?" Cattleya murmured, and followed into the room.

  Thick green vines suddenly fell from the top of the two people's heads, covering the surrounding area like a rainstorm. They intertwined and quickly formed a forest, layer upon layer, and the edge could not be seen at all.

  In the center of the emerald green forest, Bernadette was wearing an olive green dress and an old-fashioned black soft hat. The fine tulle hung down to cover her face. She sat quietly at a desk, with a book on her right hand that had not been closed.

  She looked at Renekton and Cattleya with interest, and said with a slightly puzzled tone:

  "In Feynaporte, does keeping silent mean tacit consent?"

  "No, it's just a custom in a small place." Renekton explained with an awkward smile.

  Bernadette did not dwell on this question. Her eyes fell on Renekton and she said in a flat tone:

  "Your mental state has recovered well, better than I expected. You seem to have prepared a certain number of anchors for yourself?"

  "Just some necessary preparations." Renekton admitted the problem frankly. After a slight pause, he continued: "I would like to ask you some information about the dreams left by the ancient sun god deep in the temple."

  Bernadette did not seem surprised by Renekton's question. She nodded calmly and asked:

  "Are you looking for a way to enter the God-forsaken Land? What is there that attracts you? Or, what is there there that attracts the hidden sage?"

  "With the help of the seal left by the Seven Gods, the connection between the sage and me can be hidden, ensuring that I will not be assimilated by Him the moment I am promoted."

  Renekton briefly stated his plan, but also kept part of it.

  Bernadette nodded slightly, and was silent for a short moment, as if she was thinking about something. After a while, she spoke:

  "The essence of the ritual of promotion to 'Sage' is to establish a certain connection with the spiritual world, involving very high-level and extremely solid information, to ensure that the body will not be dispersed by other information in a short period of time, to help the promoted to initially stabilize their own consciousness, and to gradually gather the divergent and diluted torrent of body information."

  "The real creator is isolated in the God-forsaken Land. He can meet the requirements of the ritual, but as the true god who controls the fallen realm, you need to be careful not to be affected by him."

  Renekton nodded seriously. He did not explain that his promotion did not require the assistance of the ritual, which would cause the other party to have unnecessary suspicion.

  After asking Bernadette about the dream before the fall of the ancient sun god, he said goodbye to her and was sent away by Bernadette from the forest interwoven with countless pea vines.

  After Renekton's figure disappeared, the emotions hidden in Cattleya's eyes were revealed.

  She looked at Bernadette sitting opposite with a complicated expression, pursed her lips, and wanted to say, "Why didn't you show up when you were on the ship?", but the words that came out of her mouth became:

  "When you encountered the 'Death Announcement', did you take action?"

  Bernadette nodded slightly and said, "Yes, you handled the things on the ship very well, and there was no need for me to show up to help."

  "But" Cattleya opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say when the words came to her lips.

  On the other side, on the deck of the "Future", Renekton just walked out of the cabin and saw Frank standing aside with a shocked and confused expression.

  Following his gaze, Renekton looked at the deck of the "Future". With the sound of Frank's knocking, the gap between the decks suddenly widened, and a milky white liquid spurted out from it, splashing Frank's face.

  Frank subconsciously licked the liquid on the corner of his mouth. His expression changed from bewilderment to surprise. He couldn't help but shout loudly:

  "The Future is producing milk! It's producing milk!"

  His voice attracted the attention of the pirates around him. Everyone looked over in surprise, and their expressions became strange and panicked.

  At the same time, the rows of cannons on both sides of the ship also changed. The muzzles that were supposed to fire shells actually flowed out streams of milky white liquid, which tilted directly to the sea surface below.

  The pirates on the edge of the ship quickly noticed these changes. They pointed at the position of the cannon below in horror and said:

  "The muzzle, the muzzle is spitting milk too!"

  Fortunately, the "Future" was not a ghost ship, otherwise Frank would have been thrown off the ship directly. Renekton's mouth twitched, and a deep blue glow flowed in his eyes. His eyes swept back and forth on the Future.     Noticing the changes on the ship, Klein, who came quickly, looked at Frank with a serious expression and asked:

  "After the Future was infected, will they continue to infect the people on the ship?"

  Frank thought seriously and said: "Theoretically, yes"

  Bang!

  Before he finished speaking, he was kicked to the side by a figure who suddenly rushed over. The girl who was throwing flowers on the deck turned over several times in a row, and bumped into puddles of white milk.

  Nina, who was wearing a linen shirt and a dark blue jacket, looked at Frank angrily. Her chest was heaving up and down because of the violent movement just now.

  Without giving Frank time to react, she cursed as soon as she stood firm:

  "What the hell are you studying! Do you think my breasts are not big enough?"

  "Hurry up and get rid of them!"

  "Okay." Frank patted his butt and stood up from the deck.

  He took out a bottle of dark green powder from his arms, grabbed a handful of it, and sprinkled the powder around while reciting the giant language spell.

  "Wait a minute" Before Renekton could finish his words, Frank had already completed the spell.

  As soon as the dark green powder touched the deck, green vines sprouted out. These vines grew wildly and soon absorbed the milk on the "Future" and the things that made the milk.

  Frank was about to say that the problem had been solved, but his face suddenly became ugly, and he shouted anxiously: "They, they have also mutated!"

  As if they had obtained sufficient nutrition, the green vines quickly wrapped around the entire "Future". In just a few seconds, the "Future" turned into a green moving forest.

  Renekton slightly supported his forehead and warned in a serious tone:

  "This sea area is full of the breath left by the Mother Earth. Don't use the extraordinary abilities of the Earth Realm here, they will all produce uncontrollable mutations."

  Hearing Renekton's words, Frank's eyes lit up, and then he clasped his hands together, pretending to hold a baby and said:

  "Praise you, kind mother!"

  Then he leaned down again and kissed the vines on the light deck devoutly.

  "You are really devout," Anderson, who saw this scene from the side, sighed with a twitch of his mouth.

  At this moment, a pirate staggered over, holding his head in fear and shouting:

  "I have a watermelon growing on my head!"

  Boom!

  A huge slapping sound rang out, and the entire "Future" shook twice, as if something huge was attacking the hull.

  The swaying pirate fell to the deck unsteadily, and the watermelon growing on his head instantly broke, revealing the milky white "brain" full of gullies inside, and scarlet liquid like blood flowed out of the watermelon.

  The pirate's body instantly stiffened and lost the breath of life. At this moment, his extraordinary characteristics also quickly precipitated and began to condense.

  Boom! Boom!

  There were two more loud noises, and another huge gray-black arm stretched out from the sea. The two arms slapped the "Future" from different directions, trying to pull the "Future" into the sea.

  On the deck, Renekton raised his right hand slightly, and one star after another emerged around him, densely packed and dazzling.

  The stars cast one brilliant light after another, intersecting into a magnificent pillar of light that enveloped everything around. The green vines that entangled the "Future" were quickly dissolved by the starlight, collapsed and dissipated.

  The pure and bright starlight quickly purified all the discordant breath on the "Future".

  The two gray-black huge arms made a sizzling sound under the shining of the stars, and a mixed smell of decay and burning spread with the light black smoke.

  The entire "Future" suddenly became transparent, illusory, and turned into a pile of bubbles.

  Under the shining of the midday sun, these bubbles reflected dreamy colors, flying everywhere, and disappeared in a flash.

  The gray-black huge palm grabbed nothing, and as the "Future" disappeared, the huge shadow that was originally hidden under the sea also revealed its true appearance.

  It was a monster made up of countless wriggling pieces of flesh and shadows, as if it was made up of countless gray and black corpses. The two withered arms that looked like dry wood seemed to come from a giant, but the body behind it had a fish body covered with scales, a lizard-like body, and twisted human corpses. Layer upon layer, they randomly piled up to form a floating island-like piece of flesh.

  Between the gaps between the different corpses, streams of yellow-green gas gushed out and spread around, as if to cover the surrounding area.

  On the other side, the "Future", which had just been taken away by Renekton for a certain distance, was soon caught up by these yellow-green gases.

  Cough! Cough!

  The sailors who stayed on the deck immediately started coughing, and the cough became more and more severe, and they couldn't even straighten their waists.

  Woo!

  The hazy starry sky rubbed the air like a substance, rolling up a brilliant storm, quickly blowing away and purifying the yellow-green gas approaching the "Future".

  As the yellow-green gas in the air dissipated, the people on the deck could once again see the gray-black monster made of huge pieces of meat approaching this side.

  Thick hair suddenly grew between the bodies of those monsters. The hair color was dark black with a hint of green, forming a dark tide that quickly approached the "Future".

  "What kind of monster is this?" Klein frowned and said. His inspiration felt paralysis, toxicity, frenzy, decay and countless negative effects from those dark black and green hair. Chapter 490 Admiral of Hell

  Renekton stared ahead expressionlessly, his eyes glowing with deep blue light, as if he was carefully examining something.

  After a moment, he took a slow and steady step forward as if he were stepping onto an invisible staircase. With each step, the bright starlight beneath his feet condensed into substance, lifting him forward.

  When he reached a height of about four or five meters, the gray-black monster made of countless pieces of flesh also approached the "Future" from under the sea. Countless dark green hairs clung to the hull as if alive, dragging the "Future" so hard to sail.

  The crystal ball in Renekton's right hand suddenly flashed with bright starlight, turning from hazy to transparent.

  A ray of light so colorful that it was difficult to describe burst out from the crystal ball in Renekton's hand, surging into the sea and landing on the huge gray-black monster.

  This was a ray from the starry sky that could destroy the enemy's body structure at the physical level and was difficult to heal.

  Under the sea, a layer of inconspicuous gray-white appeared on the spliced ​​body of the huge gray-black monster, and the body made up of countless pieces of flesh showed a tendency to chaos and split.

  Woo~ Woo~ Woo~

  A high-frequency hoarse and piercing sound came from the bottom of the sea. This sound made people dizzy and irritated, and they couldn't help but want to tear up everything around them, including themselves.

  The pirates on the deck covered their heads with their hands in pain, and some even rolled on the deck directly, with veins bulging on their foreheads and bloodshot eyes, looking extremely uncomfortable.

  Renekton's eyes sank for a moment, and the crystal ball in his right hand once again burst out a ray of light, this time falling on the hair clinging to the hull.

  The dark green hair instantly turned dry and yellow, curly, and soon broke into pieces.

  Renekton's hands did not stop moving. He stretched out his left hand forward, grasped his palm in the air, and at the same time, the crystal ball in his right hand burst out a burst of brilliant starlight from the inside.

  The sea surface in front of the deck seemed to be turned upside down suddenly, and the sea water tilted upward. The huge gray-black monster hidden under the sea surface was also thrown out by the invisible gravity, mixed with the sea water and thrown into the air hundreds of meters high.

  In the air, the invisible pressure from the air suddenly increased, and the huge gray-black monster composed of countless pieces of meat was like a balloon that was wantonly ravaged, constantly deforming and twisting in the air.

  Snap! Snap! Snap!

  Finally, the toughness of the monster's body reached its limit at a certain moment. With a crackling sound, the huge monster shattered into countless pieces, and a dark red, yellow-green liquid spilt out of its body, with an unpleasant stench and rotten smell.

  The disgusting liquid, like a mixture of pus and dark red blood, fell towards the sea surface below with countless small pieces of meat.

  While falling, the pieces of meat that were opened stretched out their "hands and feet" in various ways, adjusted the direction of falling in the air, and rushed to the deck of the "Future" in an overwhelming manner!

  Boom! Boom!

  Crows with red flames gathered around Anderson. Under his control, the flaming crows circled and rushed towards the monsters that had been transformed from pieces of meat falling from the sky, causing continuous explosions.

  At this time, Klein also took out a few talismans made of tin from his coat pocket. He took out a talisman that had been marked in advance and focused on spirituality, and whispered the ancient Hermetic words:

  "Storm!"

  The howling wind suddenly took shape, whistling in all directions, blowing away the yellow-green and dark red mixed liquids falling from the sky, as well as the monsters that stretched out their "hands and feet".

  The bright starlight spread with Renekton as the center, and soon covered the entire "Future". As the starlight surged, the azure starlight gradually became stained with a layer of brilliant gold, bursting out as bright as the sun at noon.

  Golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air around him, exuding the majestic breath of the sun, densely connected into an ocean.

  As the golden starlight rippled, the pure and sacred golden flames raised heavy waves in the air, covering all the strange pieces of meat and the poisonous yellow-green liquid that fell from the air.

  Amid the hoarse and piercing screams, the monsters in the air were burned into drops of liquid like candles, and wisps of green smoke floated.

  The dazzling golden flames lasted for nearly half a minute before the monsters formed by the broken pieces of meat were completely burned.

  At this time, Cattleya also walked out of the cabin. On her black classical robe, she wore a golden brooch in the shape of a bird with long tail feathers.

  With her appearance, the atmosphere around her suddenly became calm and peaceful, and all the panic and tension disappeared inexplicably.

  On the sea not far ahead, as if sensing the movement here, a huge sailboat approached here.

  The huge sailboat was mainly dark, but it was all dark green, and there was a blooming black tulip pattern on the pale main sail.

  Almost at the same time, everyone on the deck noticed the approaching huge sailing ship. Anderson subconsciously glanced at Renekton and said in a deep voice:

  "This is the flagship of 'Admiral of Hell' Ludwell, the 'Black Tulip'!"

  "It is a frequent visitor to this sea area!"

  "The Black Tulip". Just after resolving a sudden situation, it encountered the 'Admiral of Hell' again. Isn't this too unlucky? Klein couldn't help but turn his head and carefully look at Anderson who was holding a pitch-black dagger.

  Feeling Klein's gaze, Anderson's mouth twitched, and he pretended to be calm and said:

  "Ludwell is often active in this sea area. It's normal for us to meet him."

  "The bad luck on me can only attract monsters like the one just now. If I could bring this level of bad luck alone, our treasure hunting team would have been wiped out at the beginning."

  "Did your treasure hunting team persist in bad luck for a long time?" Klein asked with a sullen face.

  Anderson said with a sob: "At least he lasted a day, I mean a day in the outside world!"

  Renekton looked at Klein, who looked a little eager, and Anderson, who was ready for battle, and said calmly:

  "Do you want to hunt him? I can help you hold the line."

  Anderson was about to nod, but quickly stopped himself and said:

  "Of course. Wait, hold the line? You won't take action?"

  "If I take action all the time, you won't get anything." Renekton responded in a flat voice.

  "That's right." Anderson shrugged and looked at Klein, and they both saw the eager look in each other's eyes.     Renekton, who was standing in mid-air, suddenly looked up at the sky above the "Future". A nearly transparent eye emerged from there, and its pale pupils were looking down without blinking.

  The next moment, a pure, bright but not dazzling sunlight suddenly burst out. This light flowed towards the illusory transparent eye in the air like water waves.

  The eyes of the spirit creature that stayed in the air and looked down below were instantly covered by the light before it could retreat. It let out a scream that pierced the eardrums, and a puff of green smoke came out of its "body", and finally evaporated and disappeared.

  The speed of the "Black Tulip" in the distance suddenly slowed down. It began to turn the sails, adjust its course, and sailed to the side of the "Future".

  Anderson looked at the "Black Tulip" that suddenly adjusted its course, and a flash of disappointment flashed through his heart, and he said aloud:

  "This 'Admiral of Hell' doesn't seem to be ready to take advantage of the fire. It seems that my luck is not that bad!"

  "Don't talk." Klein glanced at him speechlessly.

  Anderson turned his head and made a closed-lip gesture, then walked to the side of the ship, staring at the "Black Tulip" in the distance without blinking.

  On the side of the "Future", four or five hundred meters away from the "Future", a man dressed as a captain stood on the front deck of the "Black Tulip" and looked at this side quietly. He was also the only living person on the ship.

  He wore a tricorn hat embroidered with a white skull and feathers, a complicated and gorgeous brown short coat, and a thin rapier at his waist.

  His face was covered with a silver-white mask, hiding his entire face, leaving only a few holes symbolizing the eyes, nose, and mouth.

  Although the expression on his face could not be seen, everyone on the "Future" could feel a sense of tension from his posture. This "Hell Admiral" seemed to be more nervous than them, afraid that the people on his side would suddenly attack.

  What is he afraid of? Klein turned his head in confusion and looked at Renekton who had landed on the deck. The deep blue light in his eyes had dissipated, and the crystal ball in his hand was no longer bright and transparent, as if it was covered with a layer of mist from the inside that was difficult to see clearly.

  "He should have noticed the look I cast at him just now." Renekton explained briefly, and then walked towards the cabin.

  Seeing this scene, Anderson, who had been on guard, also relaxed, put away the dagger in his hand, and calmly looked at the "Black Tulip" that was accelerating away from this sea area and sighed:

  "It seems that there is no danger. What a pity. I thought I would have a chance to take off Ludwell's mask and see what kind of face is behind the mask."

  Klein glanced at Anderson lightly, swallowed the two words "shut up" that were about to come out, and walked towards the cabin without looking back.

  Anderson looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He raised his hand and said indifferently:

  "It's difficult."

  "I'll go drink by myself."

  The crew of the "Future" quickly cleaned up the mess under Cattleya's command. Renekton, who came out of the restaurant, glanced at Anderson, who was lying on his back by the stairs with a calm expression and a restrained breath.

  The latter seemed to feel the movement beside him, and tried to raise his head, and said like a dream:

  "Is there something wrong with the wine here?"

  "Frank added sedatives to the wine on the ship." Renekton answered expressionlessly.

  "." Anderson lay silently by the stairs and couldn't speak. He fell into an unusually calm state and didn't even want to think.

  Renekton pulled the corner of his mouth, stepped over Anderson, and walked towards Cattleya's captain's room.

  Dong~dong~

  "Come in." Cattleya's cold and calm voice came from the captain's room.

  Renekton pushed the door open and walked in. He looked around the captain's room for a moment before saying,

  "Captain, I'm going to leave the Future."

  Cattleya looked at Renekton with some surprise and said,

  "Leaving the Future? This sea is very dangerous."

  "Are you sure you can leave this sea without a ship?"

  Renekton nodded slightly and said,

  "My destination is the God-forsaken Land. I won't stay in this sea for too long. When I leave, I may need you to send a ship to pick me up."

  "No problem." Cattleya nodded slightly without asking any more questions.

  After leaving Cattleya's captain's room, Renekton said goodbye to the other people on the ship one after another, and briefly explained the reasons and plans for his departure from the Future.

  Anderson, who had recovered from his sedation, said with a look of being abandoned:

  "You want to leave the Future? Then, what about my bad luck?"

  Renekton reminded him:

  "I can't solve the problem of your bad luck."

  After thinking for a while, he added: "But I can give you a hint."

  "What hint?" Anderson asked immediately.

  Renekton turned his head to look at Klein who was patrolling the sea at the front of the deck, then retracted his gaze and chuckled:

  "Choose a belief, you can pray to the great beings for a hint and get a way to remove your bad luck, instead of directly praying to them to speak out to clear your bad luck. The price you need to pay is not too high and it is within your ability to pay."