Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"The Church of the Night should already be cleaning up the remaining influence at the East Balam Shipyard!"

The auras of the True Creator and the Hidden Sage arrive in turn, which will definitely have a certain impact on the people living nearby.

The Lanrevus matter is over, but Renekton feels that his favorability with the Night Goddess is in jeopardy.

Renekton, who originally wanted to have a good relationship with the goddess of the night, sighed slightly, stood up from his chair, and prepared to find some breakfast.

At this time, my inspiration was touched again, and a piece of light yellow paper fell from the spiritual world.

Renekton caught the letter. He was a little curious about writing to himself so early, and quickly unfolded the letter:

My dear friend:

The captain wants you to do a favor and help her investigate the reason why the Hidden Sage briefly came to Backlund last night.

Regardless of whether it is completed or not, the captain will help you find the Windblessed potion formula within a week.

The captain asked me to remind you that once you find that something is too dangerous, you should immediately abandon the investigation and put your own safety first.

My personal suggestion is that you just need to do some research on this matter and deal with the captain. An incident involving the arrival of an evil god is too dangerous and is not suitable for ordinary extraordinary people like us to participate.

Your friend at sea: Frank.

Renekton looked at the letter Frank wrote to him in surprise. He didn't expect that Cattleya would ask him to help investigate the Hidden Sage's brief arrival last night.

"How should I deal with it? I don't know if this is a mission from Bernadette or the Moss Trappist Order, or both?"

Renekton rubbed his chin with his right hand and thought deeply for a moment.

As for the short-term arrival of the Hidden Sage, Renekton was not surprised that Cattleya knew about it so quickly and commissioned her to investigate it.

Moss Trappist Order and Bernadette are both secret peepers, and they must have extra sense when it comes to matters involving the Hidden Sage.

Then he walked to the study, picked up a quill, and wrote a letter back to Frank:

I understand. I will reply to you via messenger in two days.

During this period, please ask the captain not to drive the Future too far, or call my messenger when you reach a fixed place so that it can locate you.

Your friend in Backlund: Al.

Then he summoned the book messenger and handed over the written letter.

Putting the paper back on himself, the book messenger quickly disappeared into the spiritual world.

"Tsk~ An unexpected bonus." He sighed softly.

Originally, Renekton had given up on the idea of ​​finding the Windblessed formula for Alger the Hanged Man, but unexpectedly the captain had another twist. He just didn't know whether the formula came from the Moss Tradition or the Queen of Mystery.

When today's newspaper was delivered, Renekton did not find any information about the news from the East Balam Shipyard last night. It seemed that it had been suppressed by the Church of the Night.

There was some rare sunshine in Backlund today. Renekton moved the small coffee table and chairs to the balcony, enjoying the rare sunshine and reading the books borrowed from Mr. Huang.

Time soon came to the afternoon, and at three o'clock on the Backlund clock, a crimson wave of light quickly flooded Renekton's sight.

Rays of crimson light rose in the grand and ancient palace, outlining several blurry figures.

Miss Justice stood up in a good mood, lifted up her skirt, saluted Mr. Fool at the top, and said:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

"The 'simple' task you entrusted has been completed."

Renekton glanced at Miss Justice in front of him. She added an accent to the word "simple". It seemed that she had obtained some information about Lanervus's death and wanted to test whether it was done by a member of the Tarot Society. for?

Sitting at the top, shrouded in gray mist, Klein also noticed the little temptation in Miss Justice's words, and said calmly:

"I already know."

Then, he spoke in a sighing tone:

"This era and this kind of place is really a breeding ground for evil spirits to descend!"

"This is the inevitable process of civilization moving forward."

Renekton, who was listening quietly in his seat, answered with emotion. This sudden action made everyone look over.

In the understanding of Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man, when facing a great being, this sudden response seemed very offensive.

Sitting at the top, shrouded in gray mist, Klein listened with interest to his fellow countryman's opinions:

"Like past history, this era will eventually be replaced by a new era, when the tide of the times comes!"

"A new era?" Klein whispered to himself. For some reason, this sentence touched him.

"The wave of the times?"

Miss Justice Audrey expressed curiosity and confusion.

But Renekton did not reply. The following sentence was just something he said after seeing everyone was attracted by his sudden emotion.

In front of Miss Justice in the audience, Renekton didn't want to discuss too much about the tide of the times.

Little Sun, who was sitting on Renekton's right hand side, was a little confused. He didn't understand much about these words.

Alger, the Hanged Man, started a brainstorm in his mind.

The wave of the times? A brand new era.

Every change of era is accompanied by a war sweeping the world. Does the White Tower mean that another war will break out in the not too distant future?

Did the Knowledge Church discover some clues, or was this what they planned?

After knowing that Baita was an Extraordinary of the Reader path and had good strength, the Hanged Man determined that the other party was a member of the Church of Knowledge.

Low-sequence potions are easy to leak out, but at mid- to high-sequence, the potion formulas are basically firmly controlled by major churches and organizations.

Klein, shrouded in gray mist, pondered for a moment, then tapped his fingers on the table. After everyone looked over, he whispered in a rather unclear tone:

"This is the inevitability of the times and no one can avoid it."

Klein originally just wanted to follow Renekton's words and maintain his tall image as a fool.

But then he saw the changes in Renekton's spiritual light through his spiritual vision, which meant that his words had greatly touched the other party.

Renekton sat expressionlessly in his seat, folding his arms, thinking about the flag that Klein had set for everyone present.

He thought of the title Beacon of Destiny corresponding to Sefirah Castle, and felt that Klein's unintentional words were affected by this aspect.

Seeing that Renekton was deep in thought, Klein manipulated his trumpet world and changed the topic back to the direction he wanted:

"Ha! I have read some survey reports. It is difficult for workers in certain factories to survive more than five years. Just in Backlund, in the East District, the dock area and the factory area."

"The people there will rarely have a third generation. Poverty and hunger will quickly wither their lives."

Mr. World's words made it difficult for Miss Justice, who had grown up in Backlund, to adapt to the rituals of Miss Justice. These were contents she had never been exposed to, but she knew they should all be true.

She somewhat understood why Mr. Fool said that in this era, such a place would be a breeding ground for evil gods to descend.

Audrey intuitively felt that it could not continue like this, otherwise Backlund would one day be destroyed because of this, just like what Mr. Baita said was swept by the trend of the times.

Miss Justice suddenly felt that the kind-hearted Mr. Baita, who had been acting very rationally, had expected all this, and that the other party was on the side of the new era.

Looking at Miss Justice who was deep in thought, Klein, shrouded in gray mist, nodded slightly with satisfaction. He asked the topic to be led in this direction in order to promote the change of the kingdom from the side through Miss Justice, who is a noble.

The initial exchange in the Tarot Club came to an end. Under the gaze of the Fool, Alger manifested the last page of Russell's diary.

Klein took the diary that appeared from the Hanged Man out of thin air and glanced at it casually.

The content of this diary page is related to the law of illegal characteristic aggregation. It is information that has been obtained from Al, but it can be considered as another confirmation from the side.

"There are a total of three paths related to Origin Castle. Therefore, I will continue to encounter Beyonders or related events of the thieves and apprentice paths in the future. I have even encountered them before, but I didn't notice them."

Klein thought for a moment and then turned his attention to the second diary at the back. He saw a sentence that he didn't know how to sigh and describe.

"January 16th, the witch tastes really good!"

After reading all the diaries, Klein made the manifested diaries disappear, then leaned back slowly and said slightly:

"You can communicate freely."

Renekton immediately leaned forward, raised his right hand slightly and said:

"Mr. Hanged Man, the windblessed potion formula you need can be given to you within this week. You can consider preparing gold pounds, or exchanging magical items and materials of corresponding value."

Before the Hanged Man could speak in surprise, Renekton continued:

"My reward as a middleman is very simple, that page of Russell's diary just now!"

Because in the Hanged Man's knowledge, no one else but Mr. Fool could interpret this original text created by Emperor Russell, so they were quite casual when they embodied it.

Renekton, who was not far away, "happened" to see the words "The witch tastes really good!"

Sitting at the top, shrouded in gray mist, Klein's expression changed slightly. He guessed that Renekton had seen the contents of this page in Russell's diary.

"Based on Al's character, what he is most interested in is not the information about the Blasphemy Card, but the phrase 'The witch tastes really good.' Emperor, I'm afraid your life is in jeopardy."