Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Skillfully picked up the pen and paper on the side and wrote a new story on the desk:

Balrog: It is a humanoid creature made of flames. Its core is an everlasting flame that beats like a heart. It can promote its own growth and evolution by igniting objects or assimilating other flames.

It has a strong learning ability and will become more cunning and powerful as it continues to grow.

Arson and killing are its most primitive instincts.

A short story was quickly written, and he skillfully used clay mixed with many materials to create an image of a heart wrapped in flames.

The characteristics of the devil, the arsonist and the conspirator were mixed into a potion like hot lava, and poured on the kneaded clay image.

Quickly taking out the materials and arranging the ritual of praying to the Hidden Sage, Renekton took a step back and began to recite the prayer:

"The sage who has insight into the world, the eyes that pry into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

“I pray to you;”

"I pray to you for the power of knowledge"

“I pray that you will give the power of substance to abstract knowledge.”

As the prayer mantra was recited, the whining sound of the wind blew up in the room, and the candlelight was dyed with a hazy purple glow, swaying unsteadily. The whole room became dark.

Renekton picked up the ceremonial dagger, cut a wound on his palm, and dripped blood onto the parchment and clay figures placed on the ground.

A pair of cold, indifferent eyes without eyelashes, containing countless bright stars, appeared in the flickering candlelight.

The parchment and clay figurines lying on the ground began to disintegrate rapidly, turning into streams of information. Then it was condensed into an illusory ball of light.

This illusory ball of light continued to expand and contract for about two minutes. The illusory ball of light re-condensed into a heart as red as blood, wrapped in layers of flames.

The strange vision in the room dispersed. Renekton bent down and picked up the figure on the ground. He felt a burning sensation the moment he picked it up. When the newly completed Balrog figure was held in his hand, Renekton still felt a faint feeling. The feeling of this heart beating.

"Its activity is much stronger than the previous plague doctor and unicorn figures. Is it because I added relevant descriptions when writing the story?"

Renekton whispered.

Then I closed my eyes and did a quick divination, and got the general information about the Balrog figure:

In addition to providing sufficient spirituality, using it also requires combustible materials or a blazing fire nearby.

Balrogs have great control over fire and can grow by devouring fire. The fiercer the flame burns, the more powerful and cunning it becomes.

It can use high-temperature, high-pressure air and the roar of fire to speak demonic words originating from the abyss, full of filthy and depraved meanings.

Although the Balrog will have good intelligence when it grows to a certain level, the desire to set fire and kill is still its most primitive instinct. It will ignite any flammable material in sight.

"After it grows to a certain level, its destructive power can even reach the level of a Sequence Five Extraordinary who is good at attacking. However, its own flaws are also obvious and can be easily targeted."

"Another problematic item. The negative effect of the Balrog is no less than that of the Plague Doctor and the Unicorn. Using it basically predetermines a fire."

"Forget it, even if you add demonic characteristics to it, it won't be any better. Besides, this kind of characteristics is still very useful when doing damage."

Renekton held the figurine in his hand that looked like a heart wrapped in layers of flames and muttered to himself for a while, preparing to find a lucky gangster to test the strength of the Balrog.

Renekton casually threw a gold coin onto the Backlund city map spread out on the desk. After the gold coins completely quieted down, Renekton walked over and picked up the gold coin:

"Jo Wood District?"

"It's not the East District or the dock area?"

Renekton sighed in surprise.

After sorting out the remaining ritual materials in the room, Renekton put on his coat and set off for the Jowood area.

In order to better observe the environment, Renekton did not even use the spirit world to travel. Instead, he took a taxi to the Jowood area, then changed to different carriages and wandered around the area several times.

There were no clues about the gangster he was looking for, but Renekton saw Klein, who had average makeup skills. No, it should be Detective Sherlock Moriarty.

He and a man about thirty years old, wearing a heavy coat, a half-top hat and a beautiful mustache, walked into a building with no signboard but a golden rose on the door.

"Is this a brothel?"

"A picture worth taking a photo of."

Renekton whispered to himself on the carriage.

"Stop right here!"

After greeting the coachman, Renekton paid the fare and walked towards the golden rose in front of him under the slightly envious gaze of the coachman.

However, Renekton did not go in. Instead, he turned to a nearby shop and bought some drawing paper.

Renekton walked towards the Golden Rose again. He was going to see what Klein was doing inside and see if there was anything suitable for recording. These are all precious sources of humanity in the future!

Renekton, who was approaching the Golden Rose, noticed a taxi not far away. Although the carriage was not eye-catching on the street, Renekton saw the person sitting in the carriage through the sight of the Secret Eye. An old gentleman.

The other party seemed to be aware of Renekton's gaze and looked over the carriage with solemn eyes.

"Interesting, reader path? The great detective Isengard Stanton?"

Renekton quickly thought of the other party's identity, mainly because in the entire Loen, Extraordinaries of the Reader path are quite rare. Everyone who reads this is unpopular with the Church of Storms.

Renekton smiled slightly and walked towards the carriage where the other party was. As soon as he approached the other party's carriage, Detective Essinger Stanton had already walked out of the carriage.

"Hello, are you Detective Isengard Stanton?"

Renekton greeted the other party naturally.

Isengard Stanton was silent for a moment, and looked at Renekton warily for a while before speaking:

"I am, are you?"

"Al Tynes, a scholar who is traveling around, happened to arrive in Backlund recently."

Renekton skillfully gave up his false identity.

"The arsonist on the Future with a reward of 5000 pounds? You actually came to Backlund?"

Isengard Stanton was quite surprised to reveal Renekton's identity at sea.

"I have been in Backlund for so long, and you are still the first one to recognize my identity at sea! As expected of a great detective, he even pays attention to the news at sea."

Renekton was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this great detective had some knowledge of the news at sea.

"It is the professional quality of a detective to pay attention to all kinds of news. But if you come to Backlund without any disguise, aren't you afraid of attracting the attention of the Church of Storms?"

Isengard Stanton responded politely, and then brought the topic to the Church of Storms, trying to use the Church of Storms to arouse the fear of the pirate who had a bounty on his head at sea.

"I saw you just now, so I came over to take a look. There are not many people in the Church of Knowledge in Backlund. I usually can't find anyone if I want to ask for information."

"Do you know any of the more active gangs in the neighborhood?"

Renekton did not continue to stand outside the carriage and ask questions and answers to Isengard Stanton. He quickly took a few steps forward, entered the carriage, and found a seat to sit down.

As for Isengard Stanton's assistant and the coachman driving the carriage, they had fallen into a deep sleep quietly.

"Aren't you a pirate under the command of the Star Admiral? What do you have to do with the Church of Knowledge?"

Isengard Stanton did not stop Renekton from entering the carriage. The other person's gaze just now gave him a strong sense of crisis. He was certain that this young man was an Extraordinary person whose sequence was higher than his own. .

Renekton naturally followed the standard etiquette of the Church of Knowledge and drew the pattern of the Omniscient Eye on his chest:

"May wisdom be with you!"

"May wisdom be with you!"

Isengard Stanton also saluted and said hello with a serious expression.

"Do you know any of the more active gangs in the neighborhood?"

Renekton asked again.

"In Backlund, all the well-established gangs are supported by their own forces. Some of them are official, some are foreign forces, and some are cult organizations."

"If you go too far, it will easily attract the attention of Loen officials and the forces behind the gang. In Backlund, there are many powerful Beyonders hidden among the crowd."

Isengard Stanton did not directly tell Renekton the answer. Instead, he first explained the composition of the Backlund gang.

Renekton fully understood Isengard Stanton's concerns, and explained while nodding slightly:

"I won't do anything too eye-catching. I just happen to have a magical item that needs to be tested. I want to find a lucky gangster to test it and earn some extra income."

Essinger Stanton's brows twitched slightly. Are all the young people in the Knowledge Church so out of tune now?

Although he was a little helpless that the other party did not listen to his advice, Isengard Stanton still told Renekton all the gang information he knew about Backlund, and even explained that those gangs were easier to attack and less likely to cause trouble. Official attention.