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  Chapter 561 It's Monday Again

  Renekton withdrew his gaze from all around, walked quickly to the round table where "Orange Light" and the others were, and greeted them in a low voice:

  "Good evening, Mr. Hilarion." "Good evening, Ms. Grant."

  "And good evening to the two lovely kittens."

  "Orange Light" Hilarion looked at Renekton with deep eyes, and said with a warm smile on his face:

  "Good evening, sir."

  After a two-second pause, he added:

  "Congratulations, you have taken another step on the road to regaining power."

  "Although it's not polite to say this, I feel that in the near future, I will probably be able to witness the birth of a true 'God of Knowledge'."

  "Humph!" A cold snort without any emotion suddenly sounded, and Mr. Huang, wearing a simple robe, appeared silently to the side.

  "Haha. Sorry, I spoke out of turn." "Orange Light" Hilarion chuckled and bowed to Mr. Huang to apologize.

  Mr. Huang's expression showed no emotion, and he didn't seem to take this episode to heart. He looked at the square iron box in Renekton's hand and said calmly,

  "You found a trait of 'Dream Weaver' so quickly?"

  Renekton nodded, handed over the iron box with the trait in his hand, and told how he got it.

  After listening to his narration, Mr. Huang nodded slightly, without answering, his eyes were a little deep, as if he was in a state of thinking.

  After a moment's silence, he spoke leisurely:

  "There is a certain coincidence of fate, but it should be just to let you and Adam meet."

  "As the one closest to the 'Dreamer', he is also the best psychologist in the world. If he is willing to help you weave a real and reasonable humanity, it will be of great help to you."

  Renekton shook his head slightly, and said calmly:

  "I can't let him weave humanity for me, just like he didn't want me to touch the first blasphemous slate. There is a lack of necessary trust between us."

  Mr. Huang nodded slightly and stopped talking. He opened the metal box containing the extraordinary characteristics of the "Dream Weaver" and took a look. Then he returned it to Renekton and said:

  "Please give it to Luca Brewster for me. His contribution to the church has long been enough for promotion, but he has always lacked the corresponding characteristics, and he is not willing to jump to the two paths of 'Hanged Man' and 'Storm'."

  As he spoke, a little silver light emerged on his body, and he quickly moved around, outlining one pattern of the All-Seeing Eye after another.

  These silver-white light spots quickly gathered towards his open right hand and gradually condensed into shape. As the silver-white light faded, a pair of cold and indifferent silver-white eyes were revealed.

  When Renekton took the two characteristics, Mr. Huang explained in a calm tone:

  "This 'Insight' characteristic is my personal property. There are indeed no extra 'Insight' characteristics in the church. Even if there are, they will soon be assigned to those who need it."

  Renekton shrugged and smiled without much emotion:

  "Well, I hope Bishop Luca will not be too surprised and uncomfortable when he finds that his colleague has become an 'Insight' while he has been promoted to 'Dream Weaver'."

  "He can switch back to 'Cherubim' in the next sequence." Mr. Huang responded in a very calm tone.

  Renekton smiled silently, saluted the other party, and then his body disintegrated into countless complex knowledge and left the library.

  After Renekton left, Mr. Huang turned his head to look at the round table on the side. The two people and two cats there were flipping through the books in front of them without changing their movements.

  Mr. Huang shook his head slightly and said calmly:

  "The frequency of your flipping through the book has changed too obviously. For those who have experienced the 'Keeper' stage, this is a very obvious sign."

  After a pause of one second, he continued: "I have asked a technical university in Renburg to send a cooperation invitation to the Steam University in Trier. When it comes to knowledge in the field of machinery, the Steam Church is the one who is at the forefront."

  While closing the book in his hand, Grant said in a deep voice:

  "With the Steam Church's enthusiasm for technology, they will definitely agree, but this will expose too much information to them. They may really research it."

  "All we need is a time difference." As the voice fell, Mr. Huang's figure disappeared silently in the hall of the library.

  The next day, in the Queens District of Backlund.

  Audrey followed her psychology teacher, Eslant Osisleka, to an empty cafe, where she met Hevin Rambis, who claimed to be a member of the Psychological Alchemy Council.     This is a middle-aged man with a gentle and elegant temperament, with a pair of blue eyes that seem to be full of wisdom and knowledge.

  Audrey restrained herself from looking at the other person, and silently sighed in her heart that she didn't expect that the royal advisor was also a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society. No wonder Mr. "White Tower" said that the top leaders of the Psychological Alchemy Society had certain tendencies in their positions and beliefs.

  Hvin Rambis looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with a gentle look. In the spiritual realm, his virtual personality had quietly invaded Audrey's island of consciousness.

  After Eslant left, Hvin Rambis took out a piece of white paper from his briefcase and said in a calm voice:

  "I'm sorry to disturb you so abruptly, Miss Audrey. According to our original plan, we do need to observe you for a while, but something happened in the Psychological Alchemy Society recently, so we have to speed up the training of new people."

  "What happened?" Audrey asked at the right time.

  Hvin Rambis didn't answer immediately, but handed the white paper to Audrey. After Audrey took it, she took a quick look. The picture on it was a humanoid monster wearing a cloak and covered with eyes.

  The reason why she used the word "monster" was because she couldn't find any human features other than the human form in the picture.

  Hvin Rambis' tone became a little heavy, and he said with some fear that he himself could hardly detect:

  "The president of our Psychological Alchemy Society was assassinated, and the other party succeeded. Fortunately, due to the special way of the "audience", the president did not really die."

  Audrey suddenly widened her eyes, not hiding the shock in her eyes, which did not need to be concealed.

  Jianhai County, Constant City.

  Renekton only spent one morning with Sean to play all the remaining celebrations in Constant City.

  Under Sean's earnest gaze, Renekton gave him a ritual to summon his messenger, and then disappeared from his sight with the surging crowd.

  After having lunch at a local restaurant, he took a rest in the hotel and waited until the wall clock reached three o'clock in the afternoon.

  As the wall clock rang, a thick gray fog surged in front of his eyes, and the crimson light surged like a tide, quickly drowning his sight.

  Renekton restrained his instinct to resist. Following the pull of the crimson light, his spirit body separated from his body and came to the magnificent ancient palace above the gray fog.

  Sitting on the high-backed chair belonging to the "White Tower", Renekton lowered his eyes and looked at the mechanical gloves that came with him to the gray fog, and a relatively plain smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'~"

  It was still "Justice" Audrey who stood up and saluted first, but her state today was not as active as usual, and it seemed that she had encountered some troubles.

  After everyone stood up and saluted according to the procedure and nodded to each other, "Hermit" Cattleya raised her hand first and directly presented four pages of Roselle's diary.

  She did not choose to ask questions or exchange for items, but exchanged all the diaries she had accumulated for a help from Mr. Fool when necessary.

  The diaries contributed by Ms. Hermit are piling up, and my pressure is getting greater and greater. If it is a demand for more advanced mystical knowledge, it is fine. If it is the kind of help that requires Mr. Fool to take action, Mr. Fool can't do it!

  Klein sighed and let his eyes sweep across the faces of the people on both sides of the mottled long table.

  Seeing that only Alger the Hanged Man and Anderson the Chariot had their eyes on the extra card on his right, he felt disappointed. If only Ms. Hermit had asked me about the content of this card, he could have gotten away with it again. Unfortunately,

  while sighing, he bent the fingers of his right hand and tapped the edge of the table twice, making a thumping sound, and said,

  "You guys get started."

  After receiving a hint from Klein the Fool, Cattleya looked directly at Renekton and said calmly,

  "I want to exchange a drop of your blood. What's the price?"

  "It seems that you are eager to improve your strength. Did something happen?" Renekton asked curiously, and then added,

  "Two conditions. First, I need the Future to help me transport some things between the North and South Continents. You can think of it as smuggling trade."

  "Second, you need to hold a class on the Future regularly to teach the crew some necessary knowledge, and compile a book based on the crew's feedback and send it to me."

  "That's all? It's not equivalent to the blood of an angel." Cattleya asked doubtfully.

  She felt that both conditions proposed by Renekton were a bit strange. She could understand the first condition, but the second one was hard to understand. Except for Frank and Ottolov, the rest of the crew members on the "Future" had no enthusiasm for learning. If they did so, the "Future" would most likely fall into the same dilemma of long-term shortage of people as the "Golden Dream" of "Vice Admiral Iceberg".

  Renekton looked at Cattleya with a puzzled look on his face, and explained calmly:

  "It is not easy to make the pirates addicted to learning, and this involves a very important plan of mine later, so this is equivalent to a drop of my blood."  Chapter 562 Communication

  Cattleya lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded calmly: "No problem."

  Looking calmly at Cattleya in front of him, Renekton nodded slightly and said:

  "After the party, I will have someone send the blood to you."

  After a two-second pause, he looked around at the other members and chuckled:

  "Please keep an eye out for the two paths of 'Sun' and 'Storm' for things at the demigod level. They can be lone extraordinary people or magical items."

  "Moon" Emlyn looked at Renekton in surprise. He hesitated for two seconds before speaking:

  "We vampires have such magical items. If you can help us recover the characteristics corresponding to the vampire earl or even the marquis, I think the big guys in our vampire clan will be happy to trade with you."

  "Okay." Renekton responded with a chuckle.

  Cattleya, the Hermit who had just made a deal with him, also said,

  "I'll keep an eye out for you, but there aren't many demigod-level items, especially those from the Sun and Storm paths. Most of them have been collected by the Church of the Eternal Sun and the Lord of Storms."

  Renekton nodded in Cattleya's direction.

  "I'll keep an eye out for you, too."

  "Me too. I'll look through the information on the sealed items in the City of Silver, but with my authority I can't see much, and my contribution is far from enough to exchange them."

  Anderson and Derrick also made promises one after another. The rest of the Tarot Club members didn't say anything. Demigod-level items were too far away from them.

  Then Audrey, the Magician, Fors, and Anderson initiated transactions one after another, some of which were successful and some failed.

  After a brief silence, Klein the Fool, who was sitting at the head of the mottled long table, chuckled,

  "You can communicate freely now."

  Upon hearing Mr. Fool's reminder, Audrey the Justice quickly raised her right hand, looked around at everyone, and then said,

  "Today I met a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society's jury. His real identity is Hvin Rambis, the advisor to the Loen royal family."

  "I learned from him that the president of the Psychological Alchemy Society was assassinated and succeeded. However, the unknown president did not really die because of some special features of the 'audience' channel. I don't know what the special features are. Hvin Rambis did not tell me." "The Psychological Alchemy Society has

  increased its efforts to train new members because of this incident. They have begun to let me complete some tasks to accumulate contributions to exchange for Sequence 5 'Dream Walker' potions."

  At the end, she added, "I feel that the Psychological Alchemy Society seems to have entered a tense atmosphere. On the one hand, they are increasing their efforts to train new members, and on the other hand, they are no longer developing and accepting new members."

  "The Hanged Man" Alger sneered and said,

  "They are afraid of exposing themselves and attracting new assassinations, but some of the tasks originally assigned to them need someone to do it."

  "At this time, you newcomers who have just joined and have not established a deep relationship with them are just right. Those who survive this storm will become loyal because of the organization's vigorous training. If they die, it won't be too much of a pity for them."

  Audrey was stunned for a moment, with an expression of obvious surprise on her face. As an aristocratic girl who was not familiar with the world, she had never been exposed to these things, and had never thought about this problem so deeply and darkly.

  "Tsk, you humans are really vicious!" "Moon" Emlyn sighed as he sat back in a high-backed chair.

  Beside him, Chariot Anderson also shook his head and continued his words:

  "Although this kind of speculation about the human heart is too dark, in many cases, this is the truth."

  Hermit Cattleya looked at the noble girl and said calmly:

  "Members of the Psychological Alchemy Society have a high level of research in the field of mind and spirit. You need to be careful. That Hvin Rambis may have left psychological hints or some hidden influences on you."

  Audrey subconsciously glanced at the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top, and said with a little relief:

  "He did so, but I prayed to Mr. Fool in advance and got the protection of an angel."

  Is it still possible? Mr. Fool sometimes provides substantial help to members of the Tarot Club. After a brief shock, Hermit Cattleya's thoughts kept spreading.

  During this process, Audrey had asked for the consent of the Fool Klein to materialize the portrait that Hvin Rambis of the Psychological Alchemy Society had shown her and displayed it in front of everyone.     Renekton glanced at the image on the gray-brown parchment, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It seemed that Adam was not prepared to help them. He didn't even give them a portrait of me. He even took the initiative to help me cover up the traces I left in the Garden of Eden, making it impossible for the people of the Psychological Alchemy Society to get effective answers through divination and prophecy.

  Thinking of this, he chuckled and said,

  "This portrait really doesn't look like me at all. It seems that they didn't get any help from Adam."

  "Having lost his original body and his most active identity, it's not certain whether the president of your Psychological Alchemy Society still retains the status of a demigod. He may be somewhere guarding against possible backstabs from the members of the Council."

  "Justice" Audrey looked at Renekton in surprise, pursed her lips, and said hesitantly,

  "Mr. 'White Tower'? It was you who assassinated the president of the Psychological Alchemy Society? Why?"

  Renekton leaned back in his chair leisurely, and said in a calm voice,

  "I traded a trait of 'Dream Weaver' for the trait of 'Insight'."

  At last, he added, "By the way, I still have a trait of 'Audience' from Path Nine to Sequence Four. If you need it, you can buy it from me before I use it up."

  "Dream Weaver" and "Insighter", the former should be Sequence Three of the Audience Path, and the latter is... well, most likely the "Reader" Path. However, Mr. "White Tower" actually broke into the headquarters of the Psychological Alchemist Society directly, which is really... too arrogant.

  Audrey thought for a moment, quickly adjusted her emotions, and said calmly:

  "When I successfully advance to Sequence Five, I will buy this trait from you."

  "However, I'm still a little curious. What does it mean to lose the main body and the most active identity? Why did Hvin Rambis say that the assassination was successful, but the president didn't die?"

  "The Sequence Three 'Dream Weaver' of the Audience Path can separate some of the identities they once had and turn them into living people. Even if these identities die, they will not cause the main body to fall. If the main body falls first, they can awaken themselves from the clone and complete the recovery."

  "However, the lost characteristics will never come back. The main body of the president of the Psychological Alchemy Society and the 'King of the Black Seat' above the sea were both killed by me, and their characteristics were taken away."

  "Except for the 'King of the Black Seat', his remaining identities are likely to be less than the demigod level. The identities separated by the 'Dream Weaver' do not have actual power, and must gain power by accommodating characteristics."

  "I understand." Audrey nodded in response. She suddenly yearned for the "Dream Weaver" to turn past experiences into a real identity, just like the characters in the adventure story approaching reality.

  Being able to separate some of the identities that you once had is a bit like a prerequisite for the ability of a visionary. Klein, the "Fool" at the top of the mottled long table, made a judgment in his mind.

  The communication continued, and this Tarot Club soon came to an end.

  After everyone stood up and saluted, a series of deep red lights rose up, taking everyone on both sides of the mottled long table away from the space above the gray fog.

  Looking at the suddenly empty hall, Klein leaned against the back of his chair and sighed softly, waved his hand, and made the "world" at the bottom disappear.

  "No one is curious about whether this new card is a blasphemous card or what kind of card it is? Maybe they have discovered it, but they have no reason to ask me."

  As he spoke, he reached out and took the new card that was upside down on the table. On the front of the card was a church. In front of the church stood a group of emperors Roselle dressed in different clothes. Some of them were wearing sailor suits, and some were wearing captain hats. In the front, the tallest Roselle was wearing a papal robe and a triple crown on his head.

  In the upper left corner of the card, there was a line of small words written in ancient Fessac: Sequence 0: Tyrant!

  After turning the Tyrant card in his hand twice, Klein threw it back on the table and left the gray fog.

  In the city of Conston in Jianhai County, Renekton opened his eyes in the easy chair next to the window of the hotel. He tilted his head and looked at the clock on the wall. It was only three thirty.

  Today's Tarot Club ended faster than usual. Also, as the sequence improved, everyone's needs obviously decreased, and the focus of the Tarot Club had unconsciously shifted to the final communication and sharing session.

  While sighing in his heart, Renekton placed his left hand in the sunlight coming in through the window, and the nail of his thumb gently scratched the middle finger, leaving a small wound.

  Bits of light blue light, accompanied by pieces of stardust, overflowed from the wound, and the surrounding sunlight instantly became dim. In the hotel room, on the street outside, on the passers-by, everything around was abnormally distorted, like the stretched picture on an old TV when the signal was bad.

  In less than two seconds, everything around returned to normal again. The sun was still bright, and the passers-by on the street continued to walk and talk as if nothing had happened.  Chapter 563 News from the Night

  Renekton looked down at the position of the middle finger of his left hand. The original wound had disappeared, and a strange crystal in the shape of transparent amber appeared on the palm of his hand. Inside the crystal was a drop of deep red blood with countless fine symbols floating on it.

  He put the transparent amber containing his blood into the square ring box that had been prepared long ago, and then arranged a ritual to summon a rabbit of knowledge wearing a gray-blue vest. After giving it two gold coins, the rabbit of knowledge took the square ring box and went back to the spirit world, wandering towards the direction of the "Future".

  In the Central Sonia Sea, the "Blue Avenger" was sailing quietly on the sea. Alger stood by the convex window of the captain's room, looking at the sea in the distance.

  Through a series of hints and guidance before, I finally let the crew on the ship propose to go to the north of Sonia Island. At that time, I only need to use the blood clan's anesthetic gas to buy me some time, and I can rush to the sea area where the Aubrey sea monster is active and complete the promotion.

  It was indeed the right decision to explore the primitive island with the World in advance. Although this would increase the risk I would take, the characteristics of the Ocean Singer alone were worth the risk, not to mention the Tyrant card!

  When I become a Sequence 5 Ocean Singer, I will have caught up with the strength of the second tier of the Tarot Club.

  Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

  The sudden knock on the door interrupted Alger's thoughts. He turned his head to look at the door of the captain's room and said calmly:

  "What's the matter?"

  Outside the door, the voice of the boatswain came:

  "Captain, we are approaching Sonia Island. Do we need to find a private port to anchor and make some supplies?"

  "Sure." Alger responded calmly and turned to the nautical chart spread out on the desk.

  At the junction of the Misty Sea and the Raging Sea, the Future broke through the waves at a very fast speed and headed northeast of the Misty Sea.

  In the captain's room, Cattleya was quickly flipping through the intelligence from the Moss Ascetic Order:

  "The Moss Ascetic Order has shifted its focus to the Pas River Valley in the southern continent. Even if there is no request from the 'White Tower', I will travel between the southern and northern continents for tasks within the organization."

  With a soft sigh, her inspiration was suddenly touched. As she raised her head, a translucent rabbit-shaped spirit wearing a gray-blue vest rushed out from the spirit world and landed on the desk in front of her.

  ".Knowledge Rabbit?" Cattleya whispered in confusion.

  Although there is no sequence called "Scholar" in the "Secret Peeper" path, as long as you embark on this path, you are destined to be knowledgeable. Even if you don't take the initiative to learn, knowledge will enter your head by itself.

  She recognized the spirit creature in front of her at a glance, but the vest on the other party made her a little confused for a while.

  The Rabbit of Knowledge stared at Cattleya blankly, carefully examining her from head to toe, then reached out from its translucent body and took out a small square iron box, and placed it on the table in front of Cattleya.

  Then it said in a relatively childish voice: "Your express, please sign for it."

  After doing all this, the Rabbit of Knowledge quickly returned to the spirit world and disappeared from Cattleya's sight in the blink of an eye.

  Deep in the spirit world, Renekton, who was moving rapidly with the posture of a torrent of information, suddenly stopped and reorganized his body with a vast and pure knowledge.

  He looked deeply in front of his side, as if his eyes could penetrate the barrier between the spirit world and reality and see the scene on the distant sea.

  He felt the explosion of his own breath, and someone had established a deeper mystical connection with him.

  "She used my blood so quickly. It seems that she has already prepared everything she needs for promotion. She only needs a drop of blood from a mythical creature."

  He sighed in a low voice, stretched out his hand and pinched the air, cutting off the connection between himself and Cattleya. Otherwise, the influence from the "Hidden Sage" and the "Wild Knowledge" would make her lose herself while being promoted and become a puppet.

  After doing all this, his body once again decomposed into a stream of complex knowledge, surging forward like a torrent.

  Soon, Renekton, in the state of information torrent, left the spirit world and appeared near the Church of Saint Samuel in Backlund, reorganizing his body with complex and pure knowledge.

  Renekton walked out slowly in the shadow under a house. During this process, his appearance, image and temperament changed rapidly, and finally fixed on a scholar with ordinary appearance and temperament.

  Without any stop, he directly followed the people around him into the Church of Saint Samuel.

  On both sides of the corridor, narrow high windows inlaid with blue and red patterns let in wisps of colored light, blue almost black, red like the moon, making the surroundings extremely dark and quiet, like a peaceful and quiet night.

  At the end of the corridor is the large prayer hall, which is decorated mainly in black, with dim candles lit around it, like stars twinkling in the night, and the soft light does not make people feel too dim.     Renekton walked slowly to the front seat and sat down. He clasped his hands in front of the dark night holy emblem, which was a dark background with bright embellishments and surrounded by a half crimson moon. He closed his eyes and prayed softly.

  Gradually, he felt that the surroundings became unusually quiet. The footsteps and the fragmentary conversations that he could hear disappeared.

  The smell of night herb lingered in his nose with a soft evening breeze, and Renekton opened his eyes.

  He looked around casually. There was a night herb garden with no visible edge around him, and above his head was a quiet night sky dotted with only a few dim stars.

  Five or six meters in front of him, a somewhat illusory and hazy figure appeared there at some point.

  She was wearing a layered black classical long skirt, with dots of starlight on the hem, like the sky in the middle of the night. Her face seemed to be covered with layers of gauze, giving people a hazy feeling, but they would subconsciously think that the face was unusually beautiful.

  Renekton only took a quick look before retracting his gaze. He placed his right hand on his chest, bowed and saluted, saying,

  "Good afternoon, Ms. Amanesis."

  Through an illusory veil, Renekton felt as if the Goddess of Night gave him an emotionless smile, and then an ethereal, illusory female voice echoed in his ears:

  "Good afternoon, Your Excellency 'Wilderness of Knowledge'."

  "Your disguise is very good. At first, I really thought you were also a remnant of the old days. If you hadn't taken the initiative to appear in front of me, I would still not be able to accurately judge your identity."

  Renekton chuckled as the other party said, "This is a gift from fate. Except for the 'Ring of Fate' and the 'Weaver of Fate' in the starry sky, there has been no existence on Earth that can easily see through and uncover this cover."

  "It seems that the fact that the two 'Mercury Snakes' have been unable to compete for the winner is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

  The Goddess of Night sighed vaguely, and then continued:

  "I'm still a little curious, why did you choose to disguise yourself as a remnant of the Old Ones?"

  Renekton spread his hands and said, "Because it's easy for me. Also, this is the only bit of humanity I have."

  "I see." The Goddess of Night nodded quietly, and then she continued to ask, "What do you plan to use to exchange the missing information about the 'Emperor of Knowledge' characteristic with me?"

  "The news about the 'River of Everlasting Darkness'." Renekton said calmly, and after a pause, he added:

  "There is no conflict between us. It is the same for you who becomes the 'Demon of Knowledge', and I am the one most likely to succeed, no matter which me."

  "Okay." The Goddess of Night nodded slightly, and then she began to talk about the third piece of news about the "Emperor of Knowledge" characteristic:

  "It's with Omybella."

  "In the twin ages when giants and dragons were relatively powerful, the wisest subordinate gods under the Dragon King, in addition to the Dragon of Wisdom, there was also a Dragon of Knowledge. It fell in a conflict between dragons and giants, and its corresponding characteristics were condensed into a sealed object called the 'False Paradise', which was managed by the 'Goddess of Harvest' Omybella at the time."

  "The effect of this seal is quite special. It can create an information world between reality and illusion, where the influence of the 'Fallen Mother Goddess' on the two paths of 'Mother' and 'Moon' is minimized."

  "This is also the reason why the 'Mother Goddess of the Earth' is closer to the Outer Gods than the 'Bound God' and the 'Dark Side of the Universe', but is least affected."

  "This is a secret cooperation between me and the 'Mother Goddess of the Earth'. I will give him all the information of the seal, including the 'Secret', the information world between reality and illusion. This can help him fight against the influence of the 'Fallen Mother Goddess'."

  After quietly listening to the story of the Goddess of the Night, Renekton breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to her and said:

  "I understand. Thank you for your answer."

  It seems that there is no way to get this feature from Lilith for the time being, unless I can find a way to replace the seal. I can't keep it myself. Using pollution to fight pollution is feasible, but He will definitely not be willing.

  After sighing for a moment, Renekton quickly adjusted his emotions and began to narrate the situation of the "Eternal Dark River" to the Goddess of Night.

  The Goddess of Night listened quietly without interrupting. Until Renekton finished her story, she said with a little emotion:

  "Unlike the magic potion's receiving system, is this related to the spirit world warlock system developed by you and Herabergen?"

  Renekton clasped his hands and pondered:

  "In essence, they are similar. The spirit world warlock relied on some authority from me and the 'Source Castle' to finally take shape."

  "Although embarking on this system will inevitably get closer to us, if there is no interference, this situation will not be too serious. It's just some changes in personality and habits." Chapter 564 Witch

  In the large prayer hall of Saint Samuel's Church, Renekton, who was praying with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. He subconsciously looked up at the Holy Emblem of Night in front of him. It seemed that his sight saw a hazy and illusory figure nodding to him through the Holy Emblem.

  As expected of a true God of Sequence 0, he pulled me into the dream without a sound. Renekton sighed and recalled the conversation in the dream just now.

  The "Knowledge Emperor" trait from Lilith can only be obtained when I am promoted to "Hermit". After becoming a "Hermit", I can pry open the seal left by the Heavenly Venerable and borrow power and status from the main body. Now only the "Knowledge Emperor" trait of the Steam Church is left to choose.

  Concentrating his thoughts, he got up from his seat, walked to the offering box in front, put two gold coins in it, and then turned to leave.

  As soon as he walked to the side of the prayer hall, he ran into Leonard who was walking out of the church.

  Leonard just subconsciously looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, and then walked past him to the other side of the church.

  When the two passed by, Renekton turned his head and whispered:

  "It seems that the old man has recovered well. It just so happens that I have found where the things I want to steal are. Ask him when he is free and give me an answer tonight."

  After that, he walked out of the church quickly without looking back, leaving only his back in Leonard's eyes.

  After hesitating for a moment, Leonard came back to his senses, lowered his head slightly, and whispered to himself: "The old man, he..."

  "That rude boy, he just changed his appearance." Pallez's old voice interrupted Leonard's words.

  "Faceless man?" Leonard reacted quickly and thought of some information he had read inside the church.

  The Church of Night also has the habit of cultivating "diviners". There is no shortage of low-sequence information on this path inside the church. After becoming a red glove, Leonard has the authority to access most of the church's information.

  In his mind, the voice of Pales continued to sound:

  "No, 'Wizards' always create some strange but effective spells. Spells that can change appearance are not very rare. Besides, he is already a 'Sage', so it is not difficult for him to create some small spells."

  "'Sage'? Which sequence is this?" Leonard muttered to himself as he walked out of the church.

  "Basically equivalent to the name of this church." Pales' voice was a little annoyed and sarcastic, as if he felt that Leonard's promotion speed was too slow.

  Equivalent to this church. Saint Samuel? The former Archbishop of Backlund Diocese, who made outstanding contributions to the spread of the Goddess's faith, entered the Kingdom of God during his lifetime and became the angel Saint Samuel!

  Leonard couldn't control his expression. His dark green eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly open. After a moment, he reacted, restrained his expression, and walked out of the church quickly.

  As soon as he walked out of the church, he couldn't help but lower his head and mutter to himself:

  "Old man, are you serious? Are you sure you didn't see it wrong? He has really become an angel?"

  "That's an angel. Even in the major churches, he is a legendary figure recorded in the scriptures."

  Pales, who was parasitic in Leonard's body, snorted with some dissatisfaction:

  "Humph, I'm not old and blurry yet. I'm just a Sequence 2 angel. If you work harder, you might be a saint now."

  "How is that possible? Even if I can keep up with the promotion speed, I can't save enough contributions to exchange for potions." Leonard retorted subconsciously.

  "You chose the path of the night, so it is destined to be difficult to advance. The extraordinary characteristics are limited. This path in the Church of the Night is too competitive."

  Pales' voice was a little dissatisfied, dissatisfied with Leonard for not listening to his advice and choosing the "Sleeping One" path.

  Leonard curled his lips and said nonchalantly:

  "Neither the 'corpse collector' who deals with corpses all day long nor the 'fortune teller' who is like a charlatan is suitable for me. The 'midnight poet' is more in line with my style."

  "A poet who can't write poetry?"

  Pales mocked without hesitation, making Leonard's face darken.

  In a cheap hotel room in the East District of Backlund, Triss, wearing a men's shirt and wide-legged pants, sat on a wooden chair, playing with an exquisite bronze mirror in her hand.

  Suddenly, the bronze mirror slipped from her hand, fell to the floor, and broke into pieces.

  "There is danger!" Triss suddenly became alert and quickly got up from the wooden chair.

  Phantom black flames fell from her body, like black snakes scurrying around the room, burning all the objects she touched.

  The bronze mirror was a gadget invented by Leppard to please her. In addition to being a portable mirror for applying makeup, its only use was that it would automatically break into pieces when danger was about to occur, serving as a warning. It was a bit like a danger warning, but it was a bit stronger than the intuition of an ordinary Beyonder.

  Before the flames in the room were extinguished, a layer of white frost suddenly condensed, and the temperature in the entire room was dropping rapidly.     The white frost quickly climbed up Triss's legs and spread to her upper body, making her body so stiff that she could hardly move.

  "This useless mirror. How could it come so quickly?" Triss complained in a low voice, while lighting a bunch of illusory black flames around herself, trying to melt the frost on her body.

  The next second, the flames around her suddenly lost control and suddenly surged, engulfing her whole body with a crackling sound.

  In the center of the flames, several broken mirror fragments fell to the ground.

  The witches are best at mirror substitution!

  At the same time, near the window of the hotel room, a graceful figure was outlined out of thin air. She froze there, and the men's shirt on her body slipped to the shoulder.

  Therese's body maintained a strange posture, one foot on tiptoe, the other foot raised high, and her hands raised one after the other at the same level as her chest. She seemed to have fallen into a strange state of slowness and numbness, and an abnormal blush appeared on her neck and cheeks.

  Her throat suddenly felt itchy, and she coughed uncontrollably: "Cough! Cough!"

  There was a dark wooden table and chair under the wall near the door, and an oval dressing mirror was placed on the table.

  As Triss coughed uncontrollably, water waves crossed the mirror, and the mirror surface suddenly became dark and gloomy, as if countless things and layers of space were hidden inside, becoming a channel connecting the world in the mirror.

  The next moment, a figure wearing a simple and holy white robe emerged in the mirror. She emerged from the dressing mirror without a real body, grasping the invisible silk thread with both hands, adjusting her body in mid-air, and pulling Triss, who was in a slow and numb state.

  ".It's. You, cough! Cough!"

  Triss looked at the beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in the room, and a touch of astonishment flashed across her eyes. She wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn't help coughing violently.

  The "White Saint" Katerina Pele emerged from the mirror and looked at Triss with a smile in her eyes. She leaned against the edge of the table with a leisurely posture and a kind of unconcealable charm, and her right index finger and middle finger slowly stirred in the air.

  Invisible silk threads emerged from various places under her control, binding Triss tightly, cutting her skin bit by bit, and spreading the occult bacteria and viruses in the air into her body, destroying her body.

  "Cough! Cough cough!"

  Triss coughed more and more fiercely, but the sound she made became smaller and smaller.

  A look of heartache appeared in Katerina's eyes. She looked at Triss with soft and compassionate eyes, but her soft voice seemed cold and indifferent:

  "'Assassin' is to wait patiently for the opportunity and give the prey the most fatal blow the moment he relaxes his vigilance."

  "It seems that the witch who was responsible for guiding you was not very responsible. She actually failed to train you." Snap

  ! Snap! Snap!

  The crisp applause sounded in the corner of the room, and the two witches in the room showed a look of astonishment at the same time.

  Triss smiled bitterly, and she didn't even have the strength to look back now. Is this the suppression of the upper witch? I don't even know when I was cursed.

  "Is it you?" Katarina looked at the person who suddenly appeared in the corner of the room and applauded, and the emotions in her eyes were complicated and surging, and finally only astonishment and a touch of imperceptible fear were left.

  Renekton pulled the corner of his mouth, showing a smile without sincerity and said:

  "Good evening, Ms. Katarina, we meet again."

  "I didn't expect that it was you who helped Triss in secret. No wonder I couldn't get any useful information."

  "How did you appear? I have been secretly observing Triss for a while, and I didn't find your existence during this period."

  As Katarina spoke, she quietly spread mystical bacteria and viruses in the air. Her hair was shaking, and each strand was connected to an invisible filament.

  Renekton smiled at Katarina, and the next second, he appeared directly behind Katarina. He put his lips close to her ear and whispered,

  "I'm always here."

  Katarina's expression suddenly became dull, and layers of whispers echoed in her ears, as if countless insects were frantically drilling into her mind. Renekton

  looked at Katarina, who was briefly unconscious, and a barely noticeable arc rose at the corner of his mouth. While he was talking, he had used the mechanical glove on his right hand to simulate several personalities, quietly planting the seeds of "contagious madness" in the other's mental island.

  He stretched out his right hand and gently patted the other's shoulder twice. The "mental plague" infected in her body broke out instantly, and all kinds of crazy, negative thoughts grew in her heart, wanting to tear down everything around her, including herself.  Chapter 565 Triss's Awakening

  A faint light shone on the mechanical glove on Renekton's right hand. This light fell on Katarina, stripping away some of her spirituality and the various crazy and corrupt thoughts growing in her heart, and combining them with the shadow under her. Under

  her, the shadow filled with corrupt thoughts and spirituality suddenly came to life, surging and flowing rapidly, forming an independent creature that was somewhat similar to her but uncontrolled.

  With the appearance of this shadow creature, the spider-web-like silk threads in the room began to shrink and roll abnormally, as if there was a disagreement, and they were fighting against themselves.

  Katarina, who had regained some thoughts from her absent-minded state, had a slight flash in her eyes. On the illusory thin threads around her that were invisible to the naked eye, black flames and white frost moved, fighting against each other and destroying everything around them.

  Snap!

  Renekton raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. The flames and frost in the room quickly faded and thinned, losing their original strength. Their confrontation was always embodied in this room and could not cause much damage.

  Catalina's face darkened. She stared at the figure that looked somewhat like herself, her eyes flickering slightly.

  The strange creature that was a mixture of shadow and fallen thoughts slowed down its movements little by little, as if it was bound by invisible threads. A layer of gray stone gradually appeared on its surface until it completely turned into a gray stone statue.

  Catalina looked at the stone statue standing in front of her with an unpleasant expression. She could no longer feel the existence of her limbs below the waist. While she petrified the strange shadow creature, she was also petrified by it.

  She looked at Renekton, who appeared by the window and patted Triss's back. Her voice became deep and there was some impatience that she didn't even notice:

  "What did you do? Why was I so impulsive and reckless to fight it?"

  "It just magnified some of your thoughts and emotions. You fell into the trap so easily. It only shows that you didn't accumulate enough in the 'Assassin' stage."

  Renekton mocked her by imitating what Katarina said before. While speaking, he kept patting Triss's back.

  "Cough! Cough!"

  Triss couldn't help coughing after being slapped. Her cheeks were flushed. Dark red and black flesh and blood kept coming out of her mouth, and the air was filled with a foul stench.

  "Cough~Okay, okay, I..."

  Bang! Red and black flames appeared out of thin air in the room, and suddenly jumped up. Not only did they spread outward, but they soon engulfed the entire hotel.

  When the flames touched Renekton's surroundings, they suddenly became chaotic, forming a vortex that isolated the flames.

  He glanced at the place where Katarina had just been, half-raised his right hand, and whispered in the dragon language: "Frost!"

  With him as the center, crystal clear streams of light fell from the air, landing on the blazing flames, instantly extinguishing them, leaving a thick layer of frost on the floor, walls, ceiling and other places, and hanging one ice ridge after another.

  Katarina's figure had disappeared from the room, leaving only a few pieces of mirror fragments blackened by the flames on the ground, and gray-white stones scattered on the ground.

  "Did you let her go on purpose?" Triss looked at Renekton with some suspicion and confusion.

  The latter did not answer her question, and said calmly: "The Nighthawks and the Mandated Punishers will arrive here soon. Do you have any other hiding places?"

  "South Bridge District, No. 81 Tamaq Street." Triss said one of the several bases she had prepared in Backlund without hesitation.

  Renekton nodded lightly, put a hand on her shoulder, and the figures of the two quickly disappeared transparently.

  Shortly after they left, the howling wind overwhelmed the noisy voices around, and a middle-aged man with amazing momentum fell from the wind.

  He was the new head of the Backlund Parish of the Storm Church, Redar Valentine, who replaced the "Singer of God" Ace Snake who was transferred away.

  He was very strong, and the loose storm priest robes were fully supported. His hair was dark blue and almost black, and his earlobes were large. His eyes seemed to contain lightning and storms at all times. He stared at the cheap hotel with icicles hanging on the eaves with undisguised anger. The wind whistled in his ears, but it was not urgent, as if conveying some message to him.

  "Flames, frost, and bacteria and viruses are still in the air. It's those witches again, hum, a group of crazy and troublesome women."

  He whispered to himself for a few words, and the whirlwind around him suddenly became fierce, lifting his body and flying away from this block. At the end of this street, members of the Substitute Punisher team had already arrived.

  In the South District of Daqiao, No. 81 Tamaq Street, in a three-story building with a pointed red brick wall.

  The figures of Renekton and Triss were outlined out of thin air. He reluctantly took back his hand on Triss's shoulder, walked to the wall, and turned on the gas wall lamp in the room.

  Triss stretched out her hand and pulled the men's shirt that had slipped below her shoulders. She looked tired and whispered seductively:

  "If you like, I can let you touch me for a while, or you can experience real pleasure with me, just as a reward for saving me just now."

  Renekton took a few steps closer and looked into her eyes. In the other's eager and teasing eyes, he stretched out his hand to button up the buttons of her men's shirt one by one, and the collar stood up, wrapping her body tightly.

  Ignoring Triss's bewildered and then angry mood, he took two steps back and said calmly,

  "Rather than this kind of reward, I would rather you cash it in and give it to me."

  "You really are..." Triss opened her mouth and wanted to complain, but thinking of the brief fight between him and Katarina just now, she swallowed the unfinished words and said,

  "Why did you deliberately let her go? Do you want to pity her, or are you afraid of the witch sect behind her?"     Renekton shook his head expressionlessly and said,

  "I'm just a little curious about the current state of the 'Original Witch'."

  "Although I am sure I can kill her, it is not easy to do. The vitality of the 'Undying Witch' is as tenacious as a rat in the sewer. It can be eliminated, but it is difficult to kill it completely, not to mention that I have you as a burden next to me."

  "And I just reached a cooperation with the Night, so it is not suitable for me to make too much noise in Backlund."

  Triss didn't care about Renekton's words. She reached out to unbutton her shirt and turned to walk to the closet at the back of the room.

  When she approached the closet, her men's shirt slipped off, revealing her snow-white skin underneath, which was faintly visible between her loose hair, which was extremely charming.

  A few red flames suddenly jumped up from the men's shirt that fell to the ground and were soon burned out.

  After taking off her shirt, she kicked off her shoes and reached for her waistband.

  Renekton's throat moved, and he swallowed his saliva while turning around with difficulty. He walked to the stained glass window, stretched out his hand to open the window, and let the cold night wind soothe his suddenly restless mind and body.

  Sensing the movement behind her, Triss curled her lips and showed a calm and charming smile. She picked clothes in the closet at a moderate pace.

  After almost ten minutes, she changed into a black and purple court dress. She stepped barefoot on the wooden floor, and the sound of each step seemed to be able to seduce people.

  Renekton took her figure into his eyes through the reflection on the glass window, and said in a calm voice:

  "It seems that you are quite used to being a woman. Do you still want to jump into the path of becoming an 'Iron Knight' now?"

  "This is just for acting." Triss's chest rose and fell slightly, and she defended herself.

  After a one-second pause, she continued:

  "I have digested the potion of the 'Witch of Pain'. Next, you should tell me the potion formula of the 'Iron Knight' and the ritual required for promotion, right?"

  Renekton nodded slightly:

  "Of course, otherwise why would I come to you?"

  "The ritual of the 'Iron Knight' is very simple for you. Form a team of at least thirty people, cultivate deep comradeship with them, let them become strong one after another, and cooperate with each other tacitly, be able to understand your meaning through eye contact and movements, and be almost one with each other, and then they will form a ritual."

  "The higher the strength and tacit understanding of the team, the better the effect of the ritual."

  Triss's face became strange, and she was silent for two seconds. In the end, she couldn't help but complain:

  "Simple? It's easy for me to develop a team of at least thirty bed partners, but to become comrades with them, is this what a witch should do? Are you sure you won't become fuck buddies in the end?"

  Renekton responded with a chuckle as she spoke:

  "So the selection of people is very important. Backlund is not suitable for training a private team now. You can choose to go to the sea or the southern continent. I will find someone to take over your affairs here."

  After a moment of silence, Triss unexpectedly rejected the proposal. She said in a calm and hoarse voice:

  "I don't plan to leave Backlund before completing my revenge. This metropolis is also a jungle of steel and desire. A qualified 'hunter' can also be trained here."

  "Your awareness is good. If you can maintain this mentality, the probability of becoming an 'Iron Knight' is very high. Once you change your path, the connection between the 'Original Witch' and you will be completely cut off."

  Renekton folded his hands in front of his chest and commented in a flat tone. Then he told her the complete potion formula of the "Iron Knight".

  At the end, he added: "I got this potion formula from someone else. You need to pay for it yourself."

  "Of course." Triss nodded calmly.

  As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her eyes blurred for a moment. When she came back to her senses, Renekton's figure by the window had disappeared, and the window that was originally open had been closed.

  "Has he left? I didn't feel anything unusual. And just now, it seemed that Katarina didn't notice when he appeared. He could easily suppress the Sequence 3 witch. Is he an angel, or has mastered some powerful seal? Is it the mechanical gloves inlaid with gems?"

  After whispering to herself for a while, Triss suddenly fell silent. With a heavy sigh, she sat in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror with a complicated expression.

  In the West District, in a single-family house a few streets away, countless complex and pure knowledge poured out from the spiritual realm, reorganizing Renekton's figure in the living room of the room.

  He looked at Leonard, who was sitting leisurely on the sofa, and chuckled and said:

  "Don't you have to work tonight?"  Chapter 566: The Lamp God

  Leonard glanced at Renekton and said in a cold voice:

  "The 'Sleeping Ones' are just more energetic at night, but this does not mean that our daily routine is the same as that of the vampires."

  No, they are blood clan! I defended Mr. "Moon". After complaining in his heart, Renekton sat down on the single sofa on the left hand side and said:

  "I have found where the things I need are. I need Grandpa and I to steal it together."

  "Hey, Moon, so you are also..." Leonard's mouth made an old voice that did not match his appearance, with a bit of sarcasm.

  After a pause, he continued:

  "Which church's seal do you want to steal? 'Eternal Blazing Sun'? Or 'Steam'?"

  As soon as Paris' voice fell, Leonard's voice was replaced and asked: "What is it too?"

  "You don't need to know." Paris replied unhappily.

  Renekton leaned on the single sofa, watching Leonard speak two voices by himself, talking to himself, and inexplicably wanted to laugh.

  After Leonard finally calmed down, he began to introduce in detail:

  "Under the Iron Church of the Trier Diocese of the 'God of Steam and Machinery' Church, there is a sealed object numbered 0-45, called the Throne of Knowledge, and it looks like a strange and gorgeous throne made of gold."

  "That is a magical item formed by the extraordinary characteristics of the former Emperor Roselle after he was killed by the 'Eternal Sun'. It is full of angel-level characteristics of the two paths of 'Perfector' and 'Hermit'."

  "You want to go to the Steam Church to steal a level 0 sealed object? Are you sure you are not going to turn yourself into a sealed object and put it there?" Before Pallez could speak, Leonard had already mocked him.

  There was silence in the living room for a long time before the voice of Pales came from Leonard's body:

  "The problem is not how to steal it, but how we leave after we succeed. This kind of provocative behavior will make Steam descend directly."

  "The current Steam is not the same state as the God of Craftsmen before Roselle appeared. He has enough energy to make a move from a distance, or even descend directly."

  "And there is an angel in the Iron Church of Trier, Roselle's second son, Bonois Gustav."

  Renekton nodded calmly. He had anticipated all this and had already thought of how to solve it. When Pales stopped talking, he said,

  "I will find someone to hold Bonois back. We just need to withstand the first wave of attacks from Steam. There will be other beings to stop Him later."

  "Hidden Sage?" Paris murmured, and then he stopped talking and directly interpreted Renekton's plan by stealing his thoughts.

  Five or six minutes later, Leonard, who looked leisurely, spoke again in the old voice of Paris:

  "Your plan is already perfect, and you don't even need my help. You can find an angel who is in better condition than me to cooperate with you."

  Renekton raised his hand and rubbed his face, forcing a smile and said:

  "For things like stealing, it is of course better to find a 'thief'. The only 'thieves' I know are you and Amon."

  Leonard sighed and said:

  "Huh, Amon and I are the only ones alive."

  "Although you have concealed something, I will not regret what I have promised, and you should not forget your promise."

  Renekton nodded, raised his hand and assured: "Of course, if you don't believe it, I can swear to the 'Hidden Sage' or the 'Wilderness of Knowledge'."

  Paris did not respond to Renekton's words, and said in a flat voice:

  "I need to sleep for a while to repair myself. When I recover to the level of Sequence 2, I can start to act."

  After a pause of one second, he said to Leonard, "Don't look for me during this period. Don't bother me if you have something to do. If you encounter a problem that you can't solve, go to this rude boy."

  After the voice fell, Pales fell silent. Leonard regained control of his body. He asked Renekton with a sob:

  "Hey, rude boy, is the 'Wild of Knowledge' also a secret existence? It sounds more like a place?"

  Renekton raised his hand and touched his nose. He did not answer Leonard's words and said:

  "I pulled a few spirit worms from the 'Dark Demon Wolf' in the God-Forsaken Land before. There are still some left. I can make it into a spell to borrow power from my historical self."

  "Borrowed power is always false." The silent Paris suddenly sighed.

  "You don't need it?" Renekton raised his eyebrows and asked.

  "Yes!"

  "Don't joke with an old man casually, you rude little guy."

  Pales complained with Leonard's body, and then fell silent again. No matter what Renekton and Leonard said, he would not speak again.

  Leonard and Renekton looked at each other in silence for a long time. Leonard suddenly sat up straight on the sofa, staring at Renekton with bright dark green eyes and asked:

  "If the old man wants to go to Trier with you, will he leave me?"

  Renekton was silent for a moment, thinking of the original book that Pales did not leave Leonard's body until the end, and said in an uncertain tone:

  "Maybe, but I think he may take you with him."     "And then I will be branded as a traitor to the church, and hunted by the goddess and the church of the God of Steam?" Leonard said calmly, as if he had seen his bleak future.

  "It's just to conceal your identity. There are many ways to do this, especially the 'thief' and the 'diviner', they are experts in this field."

  "While the old man is sleeping, you can write to me if you have anything, although I may not be able to get here in time."

  After comforting Leonard, Renekton got up from the single sofa, and his body became illusory, quickly disintegrating into a stream of complex information, surging out of the room.

  Leonard looked at Renekton who suddenly left, opened his mouth, and swallowed back the words he wanted to ask about Dwayne Dantès's identity.

  Deep in the spirit world, Renekton, who was rushing forward with a torrent of information, suddenly changed direction. The mark he left on Cattleya was touched by someone, and the other party seemed to want to trace him directly through that mark, but failed.

  "Interesting, can I touch the mark left by my original body, that unfortunate lamp god?" He

  muttered to himself, and he had already arrived at the foggy sea. On the surging sea, the "Future" was drifting alone along the wind direction.

  The next second, his body became ethereal again, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, turning into a pure information flow creature, approaching the "Future".

  On the deck at the stern of the "Future", several green vines hung down from the air and quickly disappeared.

  Frank, who happened to be dealing with the experimental residue nearby, looked over here in confusion. Seeing that there was nothing, he retracted his gaze again, scratched his head, and muttered to himself:

  "Strange, I seemed to see some vines that were not dealt with just now. Am I hallucinating because I am too tired?"

  "I need to take a two-day vacation after the last batch of experimental materials are processed."

  In the captain's room on the upper deck, a rectangular metal box with complex patterns was placed in a strangely shaped lamp. It was like a miniature kettle, with a wick extending from the mouth of the kettle.

  Suddenly, the golden surface of the lamp burst into a bright but not dazzling light. This light only lasted for a moment and then disappeared into thin air.

  In front of the desk in the captain's room, Cattleya, who was thinking about something with her head down, suddenly turned her head to look behind her. A deep purple color floated in her eyes. She looked at all the items in the captain's room, and then frowned and retracted her gaze.

  In a forest of vines, Renekton was sitting on a vine-woven chair, staring straight ahead.

  In front of him was a distorted and blurred figure formed by a stream of viscous light gold.

  Renekton and the other party stared at each other in silence for a long time before he raised his hand to rub his forehead and chuckled:

  "Nice to meet you. Should I call you 'Son of Chaos' or 'Ledger' now?"

  The pale golden figure in front of him said in a flat voice with an indescribable sense of majesty:

  "To me, the name is not important. Whether it is 'Son of Chaos' or 'Ledger', it is me."

  "What should I call you, 'Wilderness of Knowledge', 'Hidden Sage', or have you fabricated a new identity for yourself?"

  Renekton leaned back in his chair and whispered leisurely:

  "You can call me 'Lantern Bearer'. I am just a guide for intelligent creatures in their exploration of truth and mysteries. I am not exactly the same as the 'Wilderness of Knowledge'."

  "Lie!" The voice of the pale golden figure suddenly became high-pitched and serious.

  "As the embodiment of order and rules, any lies are invalid in front of me."

  Renekton chuckled with a slightly provocative tone: "Really invalid? Then how were you locked in the lamp by Tianzun?"

  As the words fell, Renekton felt as if he saw an expression of anger and fear from the distorted and blurred light golden figure in front of him.

  The distortion on the blurry pale golden figure became even more chaotic, and his voice was filled with sarcasm:

  "Humph, how are you better than me? You're just locked up in a bigger cage, and changed from a single room to a dormitory."

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

  "You even know about the dormitory. It seems that you and Roselle have communicated a lot."

  "But we are still better than you. Although we were sealed, we were given a chance, a chance to survive, and we were not torn into pieces."

  After a pause, he added: "Do you want to know the situation in the 'Country of Disorder' in the Western Continent?"

  The chaos and distortion on the pale golden figure gradually calmed down, and he said in an indifferent and majestic voice:

  "What do you want from me? Now I'm just an isolated and helpless lamp god, unless you are willing to send me to the starry sky."

  "But with your identity, once you leave the barrier left by the original, you will be discovered by the 'Super Star Overlord' and the 'High Dimension Overlooker' in an instant, and then eaten."

  Renekton smiled noncommittally and said: "They want to take away the authority of 'civilization' and 'knowledge' from me, so why don't I want to tear something off from them? High risk, high reward!"